Underground League: Driving Passion
Disclaimer: I own neither the CCS cast nor the NFSUG2 things mentioned here.
Claimer: I make the design of the cars.
Chapter 1: Starting line
The evening had no clouds to see. The stars shone brightly above the sky around the streets of Bayview. This night was as cold as ice. The streets lay bare, but the sounds of engine humming and roaring could be heard from anywhere. A competition was brewing.
Somewhere in Fort Union, a race was just starting. Two cars: a blue Mazda MX-5 and a Toyota Corolla lay still on the road. The drivers inside the two cars revved their engines like crazy. The engine roared like crowds surrounding them. Men and women checked out and whistle the two cars that were showing their strength and power.
The driver on the Civic grinned cocky, confident that he'll going to nail the Corolla. He pushed on the throttle, letting the engine roar loudly in a deafening magnitude. The other driver didn't let up either. He too pushed on the throttle, letting crowd around him hear the power of his car.
The Civic driver opened his right window, looking cockily at the driver of the Corolla.
"Oh, I gonna smoke you, boy," he said.
The Corolla driver looked back and smirked.
Both of them revved their engine consecutively as a beautiful lady went between their cars. The black haired, Asian looking babe raised both arms. The two drivers revved louder and louder when the lady raised her arms. The crowds went wild, feeling the adrenaline pumping in their veins as their about to witness a race of the night.
The sexy lady dropped down both her hands. In effect, the drivers punched on the throttle, driving the wheels on the road, making a loud burn out. In seconds, the cars zoomed to the race.
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The loud sound of an airplane swooped down the deserted landing platform of the Bayview Airport. The jumbo jet drove down to the docking area where it will unload its passengers.
Out came two men from the airport; both were Asian looking. The first one had dark hair, slit eyes and wearing a gray shirt with neck sleeves black, denim cargo pants and a pair of sneakers. The second man showed his Chinese heritage. He had messy chocolate-brown hair, and amber eyes. He wore a green Chinese-looking vest with four Chinese characters on the right side with matching parachute pants and shoes.
The two men strolled to the parking lot.
"I can't wait to get out there," the brown haired man said eagerly.
"I can't wait either, Syaoron," the dark haired dude replied.
Syaoron glanced at him. "What did the letter said again, Takashi?"
The slit-eyed partner reached to his pocket and took something out of it. It was a small yellow letter with two stamps at the upper right corner. It had a return address from Rachel, their manager.
"Rachel said that a car will be waiting for us," Takashi replied, "here at the parking lot."
"Is that so…?" muttered Syaoron. "So, where's the car?"
Takashi scanned the wide and spacious surroundings of the parking lot. There were a few cars parked along the lots. Soon after, he spotted the vehicle they were searching.
"There!" he said, pointing at the green car at the left.
Syaoron turned his head to the left and noticed the car.
"Yup, I see it," he said.
The Takashi and Syaoron approached the car. The car was 2003 Nissan 350Z model painted in dark green with purple Tribal vinyls at each side of the radical car. The sleek wheels, RC-looking spoiliers, and the carbon fibered side mirrors were a cool combination on the car. The hood was also carbon fibered that added some spice at the front of the 350Z.
"What a hotrod!" Syaoron said.
Takashi moved to the bumpers. "Nice bumpers."
Syaoron walked to the front passenger's seat, smirking. "You drive."
Takashi laughed. He approached the driver's seat which was at the left side of the car. The two men sat down on the neat leather seats of the car. In his hand was the key of the car. He inserted it to the ignition and twisted it. The engine roared to life. It roared louder and louder every push of the throttle. The sound of the turbo was fine in tune; the sound that was supposed to sound.
Between them, there was a laptop. The monitor of the laptop suddenly turned on seconds later. A blue haired guy with big, round glasses appeared on the screen. Takashi and Syaoron stared at the screen.
"Who are you?" Syaoron asked.
The blue haired man smiled. "I'm Eriol Hiragizawa."
Takashi raised an eyebrow.
"Ookay…?" he said. "Where is Rachel?"
"Yeah, where is she?" Syaoron chimed in. "She's supposed to be our manager here."
The blue haired man chuckled. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. But Rachel is not available right now. In fact, she won't be…managing you. I'm your new manager."
"Uh-huh…" Syaoron muttered.
"Whatever," Takashi said. "Too bad though."
"Rachel will be chatting with ya soon," Eriol said, smiling. "But for now and on, I'll be your manager."
Eriol leaned on his chair.
"As you can see before you," he began, "This is a small laptop that will help on your way. Driving here, in this course, will be tricky. Plus, you two are new here. This will also receive what we racer would to call "SMS" or short-message-system…"
"U-kay…" Takashi muttered.
Eriol continued, "... linked with GPS. It can also use this to navigate the unfamiliar streets. This will really help you."
"I got it," Syaoron said.
"Good," Eriol replied with delight. "Now, I've given a place to stay here. I input the location and go there. And try not to be late okay?"
"I got it," Takashi replied.
The monitor turned off as soon as Takashi replying.
Syaoron grinned with delight.
"Punch it, bro," he said to Takashi.
The wheels skidded along the road, screeching in a very high pitch as the driver pushed the throttle to the fullest. The Nissan 350Z dashed through the road to the exit of the airport.
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Takashi pulled over to a nearby alley in Fort Union beside a Spanish type house. He moved the car inside the alley. There was a big concrete space at the end of the alley that was surrounded by few buildings. Their place that they would stay was at the left side of them.
"This must be it," Syaoron said.
Takashi drove the car into the garage until the laptop beeped with a message. Syaoron opened the inbox and saw a message from Eriol.
The message said,
HEY, GUYS, BEFORE YOU CHECK OUT YOUR SPOT, HEAD FOR THE CAR LOT IN HOTEL PLAZA. YOU'RE GOING TO NEED SOME WHEELS. THE INSURANCE WILL COVER THE EXPENSES, SO GET IN HERE. I UPLOADED THE LOCATION. YOU WON'T FIND THIS HARD TO FIND.
Suddenly, the laptop jumped to the GPS and there was a bright blue marking on the map. Takashi paused for a second. Syaoron looked at Takashi.
Syaoron said, "What're you waiting for? Let's go there."
Takashi nodded. He pushed to the pedal and executed a quick U-turn, exiting the alley.
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Takashi sped along the street, pushing the throttle more and gaining speed. He pushed the brakes, slowing the car down and entered the corner with elegance. They entered to an intersection where at the middle were numerous fountains spewing water. Takashi went through the fountains straight to another road. Luckily for them, there wasn't much traffic. Yamazaki turned the left, entering a straight road. Soon they spotted the Car Lot.
"There it is," Syaoron said, smiling.
The car began to slow down as it meters away from the Car Lot. Takashi parked the car near the big building. The two men got out of the vehicle and approached the garage door. At the right side, there was a door that suddenly opened. Out came Eriol, their manager, smiling cheerfully at the two guests.
"Welcome to Bayview," Hiragizawa said with open arms.
He shook hands with Syaoron and Takashi at the same time.
"So, you'll be our manager," Takashi said.
Eriol nodded. "Yes, I'll be you manager. Sorry to disappoint you. Rachel is really busy right now with her new one."
"Oh well. That's okay," Takashi said, grinning.
"So," Eriol began, "welcome to the Car Lot. Take you pick."
Takashi smiled, obviously waiting to choose his new car to ride. The three men walked inside the room and went to the garage area. Inside, unfortunately, there were few cars to choose from. All were kind of weak.
"These are the available stock cars we have right now," Eriol explained.
Syaoron sighed. "That's too bad."
Takashi looked around the cars. All of them looked humdrum and needed some work on the paint job and style. But these were only the available; not much money to customize for either of them.
Soon, Takashi chose his car of choice. It was a yellow 2003 Hyundai Tiburon GT V6. It looked like a go-kart, but that's his taste.
"I'll take the Tiburon," he said, smiling.
"Ah, the Tiburon…" Eriol smiled. "Nice choice. Rear-wheel is your favorite right?"
Takashi nodded at him.
"If that's the case, I'll take the Civic," Syaoron said. "Do you have green?"
Their manager shook his head. "No—only blue."
"Damn," Syaoron said softly. "Okay, blue Civic would be fine."
Eriol chuckled.
"You always like Civics don't ya?" Takashi said, grinning at Syaoron.
Syaoron clucked. "Sure I love Honda."
He went to the blue Honda Civic beside the Tiburon.
"Though I'm really mad for Ford cars," Syaoron added.
Takashi smirked.
Eriol glanced at Takashi and at Syaoron, smiling.
"Then you are ready to go," Eriol declared.
Takashi and Syaoron both nodded and smiled.
"Let's take these babies out for a ride," Takashi said.
Syaoron laughed as he hopped in to his new Honda Civic.
"This sucks though," Syaoron said. "It isn't green."
Takashi laughed. He twisted the key into the ignition. The engine roared as the throttle got pushed down. The headlights on both cars turned on. With the final revving the Tiburon and the Civic dashed out of the garage and went to the city streets.
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"Boohoo!" Tekamah shouted.
The Tiburon ran like a speedy cheetah, going about 81 miles per hour. Syaoron, with his Honda Civic, soundly tailed Takashi. At the T road, Takashi jammed the brakes to the last second and turned the steering wheel right to a corner to Hotel Plaza. He pushed the clutch, shifted up and put on the power. The loud cry on the two engines was deafening and the screeching tires weren't as pleasant either, but the cars pushed through the curves beautifully. Takashi and Syaoron were good drivers indeed.
Takashi's laptop suddenly got a message from Eriol. He opened it.
We have many events this evening, boys. I uploaded the race location to your GPS. Syaoron has one too. Enjoy the night and get some greens.
Takashi smirked at the message. He reached to the call option on the laptop and called Syaoron.
"Yup?" Syaoron said.
"Did you get the RLs?" asked Takashi.
"laughing Yeah, I got it," Syaoron replied. "I guess we'll be splitting up."
"Yeah," Takashi replied.
Takashi shifted the gear up and punched on the gas.
"See ya later! Syaoron out."
Takashi shut off the call and continued on his drive.