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Chapter 4: Outrun with girls

The evening was dark and cold. Screaming engines and shrieking tires were everywhere. Each engine roar and tire screeches broke the silence of cold, eerie streets. Only the streetlights illuminated the dark cold streets as the cold breeze swept down the road, blowing debris to the air.

Takashi drove his Hyundai Tiburon to the broad, empty streets of Hotel Plaza. He turned the steering wheel left to a turn. His foot tapped on the brakes and instantly, his heel pushed the throttle; consecutively releasing his foot off the brakes in a flash. His foot laid horizontally over the brakes and the throttle, making his right foot do most of the accelerating.

The rpm meter dropped while inside the curb. Takashi pushed the clutch and shifted down to second gear. The dial quickly shot up to a good level. His Tiburon whirred as the rpm's continued rising. He shifted up to a higher gear then floored on the gas. Suddenly, his laptop rang. Takashi pushed the button to answer.

"Yeah?" he said.

"Look behind you," a said from the speaker.

As Takashi passed by a corner, a green Honda Civic rushed behind Takashi's Tiburon. Takashi glanced at his side view mirror and saw the Civic coming closer and closer.

The Civic had XENON headlights, blinding Takashi when he glanced at his mirror. In seconds, the Civic caught up with Takashi—its front bumper close to the Tiburon's rear.

"What the…?" Takashi muttered—his face was full of shock.

The Civic weaved right and its cockpit aligned with the Tiburon's front passenger seat. Takashi rolled down his window down to see who that was catching up with him.

As the window rolled down, the mystery driver's face began to take shape. Takashi's face formed an amazed look. It was Syaoron with a new looking Civic.

Syaoron smirked proudly. "Hey."

X00X00X

Takashi and Syaoron parked their cars at the shoulder part of a street, got out, and Takashi checked out Syaoron's new looking Civic.

Syaoron's car did some radical change; the bumpers were changed to new and better Snyper bumpers. Below the front bumper, there were to rectangular stubs sticking out of the bumper, making a cool look to the front the car. The headlights were changed to cooler ones too. It looked like the car was angry with its squinty look. The dark green Powdercoat on the car gave such tone and the blood red, black outlined dragon vinyl gave a good flare to the sides of the car. Takashi could only grin, looking really amazed by the car's looks.

"What did you do to your car?" Takashi asked.

Syaoron smirked proudly. Seeing that Takashi was amazed by the new make-over, it wasn't a surprise for him to be proud of it. He spent most of his wins for this make-over. Now he knew it was worth it.

"Well, I found some shops along the way and bothered to check them out," replied Syaoron. "I took my designs, told them what to do and…viola! This is my new car."

Takashi crossed his arms—hands tucked in. He looked at Syaoron with some signs of envy. Noticing it, Syaoron placed his hands on his waists and smirked.

"You're jealous aren't you?" Syaoron accused.

Takashi's eyebrows shot up. He briskly shook his head.

Syaoron's grin grew larger. "Yup, you're jealous."

"Shut up!"

Syaoron laughed. "Yeah. You're are."

He wiped off the tears of laughter on his amber eyes, but kept on chuckling. Takashi looked annoyed. A big vein appeared at the back of his head.

"Hey, if you want," Syaoron began, "you could bring your Tiburon to a shop and tweak its look."

Takashi placed a hand under his cheek and smirked. "That's a good idea.—but not tonight. I'm raising my dough for tonight."

"Okay then. Let's get gong." Syaoron made a wide smirk.

X00X00X

Takashi and Syaoron drove their cars to the highway in incredible speed. Takashi pushed on the clutch and shifted up to fourth gear and floored on the throttle. The rpm meter and the speed o' meter were rising as they kept on going through the big highway.

Touring through the highway, they were met up by two cars, overtaking beside them. The car beside Syaoron was a Ford Focus with the front white and the rear cherry blossom pink. Behind the Focus was a Mazda Miate MX-5 with Powdercoat red at the front and black at the rear. It had the same type of bumper that Syaoron bolted on his Honda Civic.

They watched as the two cars aligned themselves with theirs. Suddenly, Takashi's laptop rang. He glanced at the Focus before he answered the call.

"Yeah?" Takashi said.

"Hey, Good Evening. This is the Focus driver speaking," a perky girl's voice greeted.

Takashi glanced at the Focus one more time.

"I was wondering," she continued, "if you and your buddy their could take us on—me and my girl friend."

Takashi raised an eyebrow.

"Yo, what's going on?" asked Syaoron.

"They want to challenge us," Takashi replied.

Syaoron's eyes grew large, surprised about the challenge. He smirked, quite interested about it.

"What's the stake?" he asked.

"What's the bet?" Takashi said to the Focus.

"Hundred dollars—each," she replied.

Syaoron said, "Alright! Let's get it on!" Syaoron shouted.

"Alright. We'll take you on," Takashi replied to the Focus.

The Focus driver dashed off to the lead and in front of Takashi's Tiburon.

Syaoron said, "You take the Focus, I'll take the Miata."

Takashi nodded. "Alright!"

Takashi shifted down to third gear and floored on the gas. His Tiburon was catching up with the Ford Focus. His well-balanced car slowly crawled behind it.

Syaoron and the Miata were neck-and-neck, behind Takashi. He shifted up and crawled to the lead.

They were almost at the end of the highway. There were two exits at the end of it. Takashi and the Focus weaved left while Syaoron and the Miata went to the other way. They were separated with each other.

X00X00X

Takashi chased the Ford Focus into the blank streets. The car swerved left and right, blocking Takashi from overtaking her. Having no choice, he back off and continued tailing the Focus.

Man, she's good, Takashi thought. He steered the car right behind the Ford Focus. He was going to attempt another overtake but his opponent saw the attack and intercepted him. His eyes squinted and his mouth frowned with contempt.

There was another corner at the end of the street. His opponent steered her car left and entered the curb. Takashi tailed on the pink-back Focus. The Focus' rear wheels slid across the road with a sharp screech. The Focus driver tapped the throttle, maintaining her grip on the road.

Takashi had no difficulty catching up with his female opponent. A few meters away from the curb, he pushed the brakes. He steered his Tiburon a little to the right, then he jolted the steering wheel into a hard left and on the throttle. His car drifted along the sharp turn with ease. Shifting up to third gear, he caught up with the Focus, slowly crawling to the front.

He glanced at his female opponent. His opponent rolled down her window. He was setting his eyes on his opponent until the Focus made a brake for it and moved to the rear. Takashi shifted his sight to the front. His dark eyes grew large. He was about to crash with a wall. His foot stomped on the brakes, and his right hand jerked the e-brake, trying to halt the car. All the wheels went to a halt, but the Tiburon was still moving. The tires shriek as the wheel got dragged along the road. Takashi turned the wheel to the fullest; attempting to let side of the car hit the wall first. His car began to slow down. Fortunately, he didn't crash. The left of this car was a millimeter away from the wall.

He sighed deeply. "Damn it!" he muttered to himself

X00X00X

The Miata exited from a corner and Syaoron was tailing her rear. He was right behind the Miata. Shifting the gear to third and flooring on the throttle, his Civic slowly crawled behind his opponent. The Miata swerved left and right, blocking Syaoron's opportunity to overtake. He tried one more time before entering the curb but failed miserably.

Syaoron's good set of teeth clenched angrily and gripped more on the steering wheel. He was annoyed by the good driving of his opponent. He studied the moves of the Miata and thought of a strategy. The driving style of his opponent seemed familiar to him, but he could put a finger on it. So he concentrated on his chase.

Roughly, the Miata blocked every overtaking opportunity that Syaoron had, yet he still tried his best to do it.

"Man she's a good driver," Syaoron muttered to him self.

He stomped on the throttle and steered the car to the right as he and his opponent entered the turn. In such incredible and dangerous speed, his Civic drifted along the corner in a 70 degree angle; the side of the car almost touched the rear of the Miata MX-5. Tapping the throttle, he gained some traction on the road, continued his power drift behind his opponent. Syaoron shifted down to second gear as he counter-steered.

The green Civic slowly gained momentum over the Miata. Syaoron slowly center his steering wheel at the same time, the Civic's front bumper aligned beside rear of the Miata. It was like it was kissing the rear of the MX-5, then the car crawled to the front. They were neck-and-neck for the lead.

His cockpit drew closer to the Miata's right side. He rolled down his window to see his opponent. His eyes squinted, trying to get through the heavily, red tinted window of the Miata while, at the same time, glanced at the road for upcoming turns.

The Miata driver rolled down her window. As the window rolled down, a face began to be drawn behind it.

"What the…" Syaoron's eyes grew larger in shock to see a familiar face.

X00X00X

The white-pink Ford Focus drove through the streets without a worry. Her opponent was too far from her, she thought.

The young girl had short brown hair. Her locks dangled across her peach face. She wore pink tinted shades on her eyes and a round black and white stripped beret on her head. On her top and bottom, she wore a matching baby tank top for beret, denim mini-skirt and flat soled sandals (seemingly inappropriate).

The girl drove her Ford Focus through the urban streets of City core. Her face plastered a proud smirk as she drifted through the corners.

"Where is he?" she asked her self. "The meter said he's still on the game. Where could he be?"

She was about to check her GPS until when she passed by a corner, a yellow Hyundai blitzed behind her Focus. The girl turned her head around and saw two flashing headlights behind her.

"Huh?" she exclaimed. "No way!"

Takashi grinned. "You think I'll be disked so easily?"

He shifted up and floored on the throttle, getting nearer and nearer to the rear of the Focus.

The girl glanced at the Tiburon behind her. Behind her pink shades, her emerald eyes grew larger, startled by the sudden appearance of Takashi.

The Tiburon slowly gained momentum and moved closer to the front. Takashi gripped tighter on the steering wheel that his knuckles almost turned white. He stomped on the brakes as he and his opponent entered the turn. His car leaned forward from the force of the brake. He steered the wheel, making a intense powerslide inside the corner. He caught up with his opponent with ease.

The girl glanced one more time behind to check her opponent. She felt as if the Tiburon was breathing down her neck. The tension was getting to her now. Her heart beat faster than normal from the adrenaline coursing through her system.

"Here I come, girl," Takashi shouted, his eyes concentrated on the road.

He steered his wheel right and moved beside the Focus. The short brown girl watched as Takashi slowly burst into speed to the lead. Rolling down the window, he got a glimpse of his female opponent.

Takashi saw his opponent making an angry face at him. He smirked at her and made a mock salute. He pushed the clutch, shifted up to fourth gear and floored on the throttle. The rpm meter sky rocketed and the engine roared violently as his Tiburon's speed increased.

"Sayonara, sucka!" Takashi shouted, waving his hand out of his window.

The engine more violently as Takashi put more on the throttle. The wheels spun into an almost invisible blur. His Tiburon dashed away, leaving the Ford Focus to eat his dust.

X00X00X

Takashi parked his Tiburon somewhere in City Core at the middle of a big building with two inclining hills at each side in front of it. He got out with a smile for he just won a hundred bucks from an Outrun with the pink-backed Focus. It was a good victory for him. He laughed a few times as he leaned his back on left side of his car, waiting for Syaoron to meet up with him.

It took fifteen minutes for Syaoron to show up. He parked his car parallel to Takashi's and got out of it. He approached Takashi sighing, looking rather sad or something.

"Yo, Syaoron," Takashi called, approaching Syaoron. "How did the race go?"

Syaoron looked at him and smiled slightly.

"Yeah I won," he replied.

"So what's with the smile upside down?" asked Takashi.

Syaoron chuckled at that remark. "Well… How will I say this… Let's just say I saw an unexpected relative."

Takashi raised an eyebrow. "From China—again?"

Syaoron shook his head, disagreeing to Takashi.

"Not exactly," he said. "Uhhh…"

"Big evil sister?"

Syaoron shook his head again.

Takashi scratched his head. "So who?"

Suddenly, a beep came from Takashi's car. They both turned their heads to it and moved to the cockpit. Takashi got inside the cockpit and answered the call.

"Hey, guys," Eriol said to them.

Takashi smiled slightly. "Hey, boss, what's up?"

"Got any races for us?" Syaoron asked eagerly.

Eriol chuckled. "I have some parties for ya."

"Great!" Takashi said, smiling.

"It's a Circuit. You and Syaoron will be joining it against another pair," Eriol informed.

Takashi and Syaoron glanced at each other and grinned.

Syaoron looked at the monitor. "Where's the RL?"

In the monitor, Eriol typed something on his keyboard and looked at them shortly.

"…Race Location? Uhh… It's in Hotel Plaza. I've downloaded the exact location," Eriol said. "Be there, burn some rubber." Eriol grinned at the monitor.

Takashi grinned back. "Oh sure. We'll do that. Won't we, Syaoron?"

Syaoron smiled, showing some molars at the side. "Oh we will."

"Over n' out," Eriol said and the monitor turned off.

X00X00X

Takashi and Syaoron arrived at the race location. They got out of their cars and moved beside each other.

As usual, there were many spectators standing and waiting for the race to begin. The crowd was just there waiting silently and stared at Takashi and Syaoron's car. Most of the crowd gathered around Syaoron's more attractive Honda Civic.

Syaoron shrugged at Takashi. "Mine's cooler than yours."

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny," Takashi said, frowning.

Syaoron laughed.

Soon two more cars arrived at the location. The same cars they have race against two hours ago.

Takashi noticed the cars and tapped Syaoron and pointed at the cars. Syaoron turned his head to the direction Takashi was pointing at. His eyes got larger in shock to see them.

"Oh great. Them again," Syaoron muttered.

"Why? What's the prob?" Takashi asked.

The two girls got out of their vehicles and posed at the crowd.

Syaoron sighed and pointed at his opponent at the Outrun. Takashi raised an eyebrow and looked to where Syaoron was pointing.

Syaoron pointed at the long blue haired girl with bundled hair on each side, wearing a white baby T-shirt with the sleeves red and had a plunging neckline. At the center of the shirt, imprinted the brand name "Levi's" aligned at the breast. She wore a mini-skirt so short that only covered the undies and white tennis shoes on her feet.

Syaoron narrowed his amber eyes at that girl, frowning.

"Uh—okay? Now what?" Takashi muttered.

"That's my cousin," Syaoron finally said.