Housekeeping:

Alrighty folks. If you're one of the people who have been following this, you either are complete idiots or you semi like my story. Either way I'm really really sorry it's been.... A couple of months since I last updated.... Uhm. Yeah. It started out that I was gonna wait until I had 100 reviews and then I got caught up in the joys cough of school. Anyway, I'm back now and I'll try and update fairly often, but for those of you who have been to hell, you'll understand how my life is going... :-p... Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I already have about half of the next chepter written.... Thanks! (no reallly, you guys are awsome)

Luvs, Da Mandolin!

Sakura was glad she came. Although she was kind of nervous, it did her good. She was back in her baggy pants and sweatshirt, although this time she had added some gloves to cover up the bandage on her arm and hand. It shouldn't interfere with her driving. She was just lucky she didn't hurt her right arm. It would have been pretty difficult to shift if that were the case. Not that she cared; she'd have tried it anyway...

She headed back off toward her car to make sure everything was running smoothly. She had already forgotten about the days events. Well. Pretty much. One though that kept popping up in her head was Syaoran. He was so sweet. And funny. And good loo... At being an ass... Yes that was the one. He was truly a jerk... Even if he was se...super stupid... Oh crap, she needed him out of her head. She swung herself into her car. Oh she loved that thing. It was a 2005 Mitsubishi 3000 GT. It was... for lack of a better description... frekkin awesome. It was jet black and it had a silver leather interior. Her dad had wanted her to get a Mercedes, because he felt it personified the rich and the famous more, but he, as always, had stopped caring, and she got what she wanted. Of course, her engine wasn't stock. Nor were her mufflers. Nor was her sound system... Okay, so it had some improvements, but that was hardly the point...

Tonight's race had six participants; Syaoran, Eriol, Sakura, Dave, Carl, and Mika, who'd been taking bets last time. Eriol came over to Sakura's car as she was bending over checking her mufflers. He leaned against the bumper, staring at her backside but jumped back when Sakura glared at him. "How are you Saku?"

"Fine, and you?"

"Ready to race."

"Same here." Sakura glanced around. "Why do I feel slightly like an outcast?" Dave and company were all staring at her. It didn't scare her; it just made her... excited. It was always fun to race against jackasses.

"Because they hate you. But I wouldn't take it personal. They hate everyone. I would however, watch my back."

"Right, note to self, Dave equals death. Thanks for that Eriol."

"Hey no problem. Now, can we have sex?" Sakura cracked up. Normally she would slap someone... make that punch someone if they said that. But she couldn't help herself; Eriol was just a funny guy.

"Sorry hun, I'm afraid Syaoran might get jealous." Eriol laughed, just as Syaoran walked up.

"Jealous of what?" he asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Me winning." Sakura said, smiling her most innocent smile.

"You know you look about as innocent as a fox in a chicken coop."

"Wow, Syaoran that was poetic." Sakura was saved from a wicked comeback when the whistle blew. A short, muscular black guy that Eriol had pointed out named Devon had climbed atop a huge truck, (Sakura couldn't help but notice it had duel exhaust, a 12 inch lift kit and custom rims) and yelled for quiet.

"Hey bitches, simma down!" The crowd roared in response, and Devon flipped them off laughing. "'ight, are you momma's bitches ready to race or what?" Once again the crowd roared. "Right, I thought so, you fools who are racing get your asses and rust buckets to the start line, the rest of you either get your asses to the finish line or stay up here. You have 10 minutes before the race starts, so I suggest you haul ass."

Immediately the crowd broke up. Engines started, and cars began racing down the dirt road. The race track started up on top of the biggest mountain around. The road was a service road to a TV tower up on top. Every year, at least 5 idiots died trying to race down the treacherous road. It was gravel and had seven switchbacks. It was supposed to be two lanes, but if you ran into another car going up as you were coming down... Well you had better hope there was a turnout nearby. To top it off, it was almost pitch black with not much moonlight. You'd have to be suicidal or stupid to race tonight. Tells a lot about the intelligence of street racers, no? Because you couldn't race six cars at one time down the hill, there would be 3 heats, and then the championship round. Heats were picked by who drew the shortest straw... But, because there weren't any straws around, it was picked by the shortest cigarette. You knew you were street racing when that's how you picked heats.

The heats ended up as Carl and Mica in the first heat, Sakura and Eriol in the second, and Dave and Syaoran in the last. Devon hung up his cell and yelled at the racers. "Alright you crazy ass fools, they're ready for you. Carl, Mica, you're up first, good luck, and I trust you guys will be fair." Carl just grinned, and Mica gave him a slightly worried look, but turned around and climbed in. Another skanky girl stared the race, as Sakura stood next to Syaoran and Eriol. She wasn't worried; they wouldn't race unless they knew what they were doing. She would have watched but there wasn't a lot that you could see after the first switchback other than lights.

Carl was giggling to himself. He and Dave had planned this one out. It would be great to be in the boss's good graces. Who knew, if he pulled this one off, maybe the boss would make him his second? He turned his attention back to his opponent. Mika was in front of him, but it didn't really worry him. On the fourth switchback, which was completely invisible to the start and finish crowds and had a turnout right after it, Bart, one of Dave's bald headed jerks, would unroll a spike-strip. Mica would hit it and spin out of control. Carl would speed past him using the pull out. Carl would go into the final round. And then their trap would be set.

Mica was concentrating on his driving. He got lucky he was driving with the little runt Carl. That guy didn't know the first thing about racing. He had to admit though, he was a little worried. He had no idea what Dave was thinking letting him race. He rolled his tense shoulders and focused back on the road. Carl was so far back that the dust probably wasn't even in his way. He was just approaching the forth switchback which was the halfway mark. He slowed down and slid around the corner when a loud noise rang out. His car started weaving and suddenly he was in a spin. "Oh fuck." Was all he could say. He pumped his breaks and by some miracle was able to steer his car into the pullout. He smacked the guardrail and had enough force to dent it so far in that his front wheels were hanging in free space over the drop off.

Carl didn't bother pulling into the pullout to avoid Mica's smoking wreck. He just continued on his merry way down the track. He didn't even have to hurry, Mica wouldn't be catching up to him any time soon. Phase one was complete.

Alright, so I know this was short, but hey, at least I updated. I was going to put the rest of the heats in here, but then it would be way too long.... and besides, I'm actually supposed to be doing homework right now anyway.... At any rate, thank you loads, and please review!

Ps: If there are any mistakes with names/ car types and stuff, it's because I haven't worked on the story in a while and I only read thorugh it once before I started typing again, so please forgive me....