Housekeeping!

Okay. I swear, I didn't forget. I just needed to take care of some stuff before I could write more on this story. Yeah, "some stuff" can takea year when you have no moitvation... :-p... Anyway, I was minding my own business when I got an email telling me thatI got a new review. It wasthen that I realized, omg, I forgot all abou this story. But no worries, I have remembered, and I wrote a whole new chapter... Mind you it isn't very long, but most of them, aren't, as you may have noticed. Okay, but the point is, I am back, and I would like to update once a week... Seeing as I do work and swim, and volunteer, and do have other obligations, but I"m hoping to have this story done by X-mas... that's... a few.. months away... uhm. yeah. okay, so just enjoy. I was too lazy to read my crappy story from the beginning, so I just reveiwd the last chapter and a half and started writing, so if there are a lot of glaring inconsistancies, that would be why, and you can nicley tell me to a) "fix it" or b) "shove it"... what ever catches your fancy. Anyhow, thanks for reading, and if you've been with me the whole time, you are either a very sorry individual, or a readlly awsome person... I think I"ll stick with tha latter (I like the reviews.) SO sit back, grab some popcorn (not buttery, that stuff will kill you) and enjoy the show...err... text...

Luvs, Da Mandolin!

Syaoran had had suspicions that something wasn't quite right with this race. But, his worst fears were confirmed when Carl preformed a messy victory skid over the finish line, almost a full minute after Syaoran himself had finished.

Syaoran hopped out of his car, battling his many admirers in an effort to reach Devon. "Something isn't right. Where's Sakura?" he asked. He tried to keep his voice calm, but it was difficult.

"Word is, there's a wreck. But I'm getting the hell outta here with everybody else. Some Good Samaritan fucker called the cops. They're on their way."

"Fuck." And with that, Syaoran elbowed his way through a now rapidly dispersing crowd and back to his car. There was quite a bottleneck stemming on the thin road, but Syaoran wasn't considered the best street racer for nothing. With some fancy moves, some close calls, and many middle fingers, Syaoran was soon heading down the race track. There. There was Sakura's car. Or what was left of it. It was smashed nearly in two between Dave's car and the rock face.

"Shit." Syaoran pulled over, just as Dave was crawling, laughing into one of his crony's cars that had pulled over.

"Let's see your money save her now, rich boy." Dave said with a sneer. The effect was kind of ruined as he sat down. Syaoran figured he had a busted rib or two. But that wasn't his concern right now. He hurried over to the smoking pile of debris.

"Sakura? Sakura! Help me out here, are you okay?"

"What the hell do you think?" came a sarcastic, though pain filled retort.

"Shit." Laying down and twisting between various pieces of rubble, Syaoran spotted Sakura's flash of bright hair. "Alright, the cops are coming, so I'm going to have to pull you out of there pretty fast, unless you want to get caught."

Sakura gritted her teeth. "Okay, but make it fast." Syaoran grabbed the first thing he could, her waist. She made a small sound as he tightened his hold, but she didn't say anything. After a bit of gentle wiggling, Sakura was free.

"Can you stand up?"

"Yeah, I think so, hang on." Syaoran slowly lifted her to her feet, but she stumbled almost immediately.

"Shit. Okay, we'll deal with this later." And with that, he picked her up and carried her, as gently as he could (thought it didn't seem like it to Sakura) to the passenger side of his car. After depositing Sakura, Syaoran jogged back over to Sakura's car, pulling a small knife out of his pocket.

"What the hell are you going? You nearly killed me dragging me out of my car because we were in 'such a hurry' and now you're going to casually look at my car?" Sakura yelled. She didn't like being hurt, it mad her irritable. But hurt she was. Poor Syaoran.

"Well, I was going to take off your license plates so the cops wouldn't trace them. But, if you want you daddy dearest to have a cop knocking on his hospital door, by all means, I can skip it."

Sakura was silent for a moment. "Don't worry about it, those are my racing plates, they're not real anyway. They're registered under a Mr. Warren Piece."

Syaoran gave her a look half way between a grin and admiration. "Well you've jus thought of everything, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but this place is emptying out, and I can hear sirens, we gotta move."

"Right you are, Robin. To the Batcave!"

"You're such an idiot."

"I hang out with Eriol too much." Syaoran said as he climbed into his car, closing his door and shifting into gear simultaneously. Sakura would have shaken her head, but she was too damn tired for it. But she couldn't think about how much she was going to hurt tomorrow yet. They were just spinning around the last corner when they nearly collided with an oncoming squad car.

"Shiiiit! Damnit Syaoran! I thought you knew how to drive!" Sakura yelled. She was hanging on for dear life.

Syaoran risked a glance at her as he pulled sharply to the right, narrowly avoiding the car. He winked. "Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet."

"Mother of God."

Syaoran shifted his attention back to the street. A whole fleet of cop cars was blocking off the road ahead. "Ah hell, babe, I hate to do this to you, but we gotta take a short cut." At first, Sakura thought Syaoran was talking to her, but when she glanced over, he was patting his steering wheel. She merely rolled her eyes, but suddenly, the road in front of them disappeared. Well, actually, it remained ahead and to the left, because Syaoran had just swerved off the road. It's time to introduce a Mr. Newton. You may know him as Sir Isaac Newton. Anywho, Syaoran, Sakura, and Syaoran's precious car were now illustrating just how Mr. Newton's law of gravity worked. They were rapidly gaining momentum down a steep hill, bouncing over various tree stumps and rocks.

"Freaking A! Are you insane!"

"I'm taking a shortcut." Was Syaoran's nonplussed reply.

"A shortcut over the river and through the fucking woods!"

"Well, it's more of a narrow stream, but you don't see any cops following us, do you?" Sakura gave him wide eyes. "I was joking about the stream part, don't worry."

"Wait, you've been down here before?"

"Oh yeah, I know exactly where we are. Me and this little brunette chick used to sneak down here after the races to have some private time… Of course I didn't bring my car that time…"

"I'm going to die." Sakura moaned. Trees were looming out of the darkness right and left, but suddenly, there was nothing. Syaoran spun the car sideways, and Sakura was shocked to see that they were on a small paved road. Sakura avoided looking over at Syaoran. She could already picture the smug look that would be plastered all over his utterly gorge… grotesque face.

"Alright, just lean back, we've got a while." Sakura was already closing her eyes. Now that the ride was over, her adrenaline was fading and she was realizing just how hurt she was.

"Where…are… we…." Sakura never finished her question. She slumped sideways in her seat. Syaoran freaked for a moment. She was either sleeping or passed out. However, his worry faded in a moment. He couldn't bring her back to her place, her servants might recognize him. (Servants rotate houses rather often when they gather too much information from serving political leaders. Who knows, maybe his old butler was Sakura's gardener now?)

He had only one choice. He would bring Sakura back to his house. No one would be home. Well, Meiling might be, but she would be more of a help than a hindrance. God knew she was partly responsible for this… Or at least Carl and his bitterness…

Alright, so that "Warren Peace" thing wasn't an original, I must confess... But, as far as I know, everything else was. (I know what you're thinking, only I could write a story like this.) I'm 17 and I write like a 12 year old... But hey, I like my humor, and if you don't you can go suck on some lead paint ships. Uhm... oh yeah, so half way through typing this chapter, I realized that I had already written half of it a few months back. So I have two chapters and they have the same basic info but they will be leading in differnet directions. And, because I value your opinions so very much, oh beloved reader, I will allow you to help me decide. If you wish to vote, text "shvitbch" to 1-800KISS-MY-ASS... Wow, I crack myself up. No, just email me at subject "Racing Hearts" (otherwise I'll delete it thinking it's junk) I will then give you the sneek peek of the other chapter and you (yes you!) can decide which way this story of mine is going. (Frankly I have no idea. I know what the plot is but not how to accomplish it).I'll give you.. uhm... Say.. until Aug. 14th to email me, then it is on with the show! (I really hope you email me because it will make me happy...) But, until then, bask in the glowry of my cliffhanger! Mwahahahaha!... Alright, I'm done...