Housekeeping!

Heyhey... Alright, this chapter is short, but I thinkit's a little bit longer than the last one. I prefer to write stuff all at once so that it flows better, and I don't usually have a lot of time to sit down and write, so I figure short chapters are better than none... Besides, I think I get more reviews this way, and that makes me happy... :-p Uhm, so not much more.... Just enjoy, and thanks for reading!

Luvs, Da Mandolin!

"Alright, heat two, you're up. One of the cars wrecked on the fourth switch back, I'm not sure who it was, but they're not hurt. Just look out because the car is still there. Good luck." Devon said from his truck.

Sakura grinned at Eriol. There was no way that little twerp Carl could have made it down the track without wrecking, so she wasn't worried about Micah. She and Eriol climbed into their cars which were waiting at the starting line. She winked at Eriol as she buckled her seatbelt. (Safety first people!)

"No hard feelings if I whoop your ass, right Eriol?"

"Well it might injure my manhood a bit, but I'll live."

"You have a manhood?"

"Oh yeah, you should see it, it's a work of art."

"Ah…. I'm thinking I'll pass this time….."

"Bah, you don't know what you're missing out on… Wait, I've got an idea…. How would you feel about a… personal wager?"

"Considering it came up while you were talking about your manhood, I'm not so sure…." Sakura said, but she was chuckling.

Eriol turned to her, his face serious, with the exception of a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Well, if you're so certain that you'll win, what's the harm?"

"Aw, you had to pull up the ego card, didn't you?"

"Uh huuuuuuuh…."

"You're such an ass, okay, let's hear it."

"If I win I get to wine you and dine you, yeh?"

"Wine and dine, that's it?"

"Well, if you were wanting to have sex afterwards, I'm not opposed to it."

"Ah… Don't push it. Fine, I'll agree to a date with you if you beat me."

"Spectacular! You won't regret it; I know this great little restaurant… And they have apartments above them, and I know the dishwasher there, he can give us the hookup to his room so after we get all shi-"

"Okay, shut up, I pick the restaurant. But wait, what if I win?"

"I will be your personal sex slave for as long as you want me to be?"

"Ah… no thanks. And just so you know, if we weren't in our cars about to start the race, I'd beat your ass right about now."

"Why do you think I just thought if it now?" Eriol asked with a smirk.

"You are exasperating."

"OooOooo, big words for da mean wikkle Saku racer chicky-wicky, eh?"

"Oh your ass is grass Eriol!" Sakura yelled as the race began.

Syaoran stood by the sidelines laughing as the cars pulled out. Where did he find these people? The smile slipped off his face as the two pairs of taillights sped toward the first switchback. He hoped Sakura would do okay… I mean, she was a good racer, but she didn't know this road. What if she crashed? Wait a second, what the hell was he thinking? He knew he could smoke Eriol, so if Eriol won, he'd be in the clear for this race… He shook his head and headed to Devon who held the cell phone that would deliver that race results to him. As he walked up, Devon was just hanging up.

"What was that all about?" Syaoran asked.

"Oh, that little Carl bitch won the race, I guess Micah wrecked…. I wonder how that happened; he's usually pretty leet at this type of racing…"

Syaoran looked at him. It was true, Micah had never wrecked in the couple of years that he'd been street racing. He'd have to check this out later…

Sakura swerved around a corner, Eriol a second from her back bumper. Eriol was a pretty damn good racer, she had to admit. It was taking a lot of effort to keep in front of him. They were approaching the fourth switchback already. As they sped toward the corner, Sakura spotted the wreck. She also spotted a shape huddled in the bushes. It looked like a man carrying something… She turned her attention back to the road, not thinking anything of it. Just then Eriol squeezed by her on her left, forcing her into the turnout a little bit.

"Shit!" Sakura yelled as gravel flung up into her windshield. She let out the breath that she had been holding. "You little bitch, no you didn't." she muttered. She shifted up a gear as they shot towards the next corner. She was listening to a mix CD that Tomoyo had burnt for her a few weeks back. She wasn't thinking about her at all, but she would have to some time. Just then, her Saliva song finished and a guitar started to twang. "Oh Tomoyo, you little ho" she muttered to herself as she started to smile. It was "Sweet Home Alabama." This was their song. Her smile turned into a bigger one than she had had in months. She giggled a little bit and started singing along.

"…Big wheels keep on turning…" she sang under her breath as she followed Eriol inches from his bumper.

"…Carry me home to see my kin…" swerve around another corner.

Sakura grinned. She would pass Eriol at the next turn. He would expect her to go on the inside, that's what anyone in their right mind would do… "Singing songs about the Southland, I miss Alabamy once again. And I think it's a sin, yes…" But singing along to "Sweet Home Alabama" while illegally racing on an outrageously perilous road didn't exactly qualify Sakura as being in her right mind.

They were approaching the last switchback. If she didn't manage to do a suicidal pass on his right, she would have to go on a date with him. She wouldn't mind, but it was the principle of the matter. "Well I heard mister Young sing about her. Well, I heard ole Neil put her down. Well, I hope Neil Young will remember a Southern man don't need him around anyhow…" Sakura went for it.

"Sweet home Alabama!" She was all out singing now.

"Where the skies are so blue." She skidded to Eriol's right, as he was hugging the left side in an effort to keep her from passing where he thought she was going to.

"Sweet home Alabama!" she turned to see Eriol's shocked face as she sped past him, inches from the edge of the road and the huge drop off. "Lord I'm coming home to you!" She grinned and winked at Eriol casually flipping him off as she bolted in front of him and past the finish line. She hit her breaks doing another perfect 180, just as Eriol pulled dup next to her. Eriol pointed towards her middle finger.

"Now was that really necessary?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got caught up in the moment… or maybe it's an involuntary reflex whenever I see you?" Sakura responded.

"You mean you think of sex whenever you see me?"

"Ah, no, I think of saying fuck off whenever I see you." The people watching the race had begun gathering around the car.

"We'll continue our sex talk later, it seems your public awaits you." Eriol said as mobs of people swarmed cheering or jeering around their cars.

"You're impossible!" Sakura yelled over the growing noise.

"Will you still go out on a date with me?"

"Not a chance!"

"What about just dinner?"

"you're a sorry son of a bitch you know that, I would say yes but…." She never got any further. The crowd wrenched her car door open and pulled her out. Random fragments of "Dude that was brilliant" and "Holy shit, I thought you were going over the edge!" reached her ears amidst much patting on the back.

Then it all quieted down. The crowd parted and Carl and a few borrowed bald headed cronies pushed their way to the front. Carl smirked. He kept walking until he was even with her ear and he whispered so only she could hear. "I hope you get as lucky next round Miss Kinomoto. You never know when a crazy accident might happen…" He tried a threatening laugh, but it only resulted in his garlic smelling breath getting breathed in Sakura's face.

"Why you little-" Sakura slugged him in the stomach, pushing him back into the wall of muscled bald men. How did he know? She was so screwed. Carl wheezed as he stood up. "Me and Dave, we gotta plan, and you and your friends are screwed. So fuck off little bitch, get your girly ass back home to daddy." He said, spit flying out of his mouth. He was angry, but Sakura didn't care. She didn't even register the threat, she was too worried about him knowing about her father to think of anything else. Carl spun around and wheezed his way off. Phase two was finished and phase three was about to commence.

Right, short but.... meh... Alright, just a quick note, that Sweet home Alabama thing is this thing that my brother and I used to do during winter on the way to school. We'd fishtail around corners in his truck while listening to that song... good times, really has a great visual for me.... Anyway, tankya mooch!