Chapter the Second
Six Months Later
"Where the fucks my car sponge, Ryu!" Shu yelled to his best friend.
"How the fuck should I know, I don't touch your private property, you know that, not after last time!"
The tornado known as Shuichi, screamed passed as he searched for his precious car sponge. Ryuichi rolled his eyes, amused, as he stared after his friend. Shu stopped mid-spin to lie on the floor panting, clutching his car sponge to his chest.
"Found the fucker!" he yelled, crazed. Ryu snorted, used to the insanity of his friend, and being insane himself.
When Shuichi left Yuki two months ago, he was storming down the street when he bumped into Ryuichi, literally. Ryu had fallen on his ass, and Shu had fell onto his stomach, ass in the air. Ryu being Ryu had said "Very graceful, Shu-chan"
They had gone to a local ice-cream shop, and Shu had told Ryuichi everything that had happened. Very angry on behalf of his friend, he surprised Shu by yelling out "Prick! That's the last straw, the bastard has gone too far!"
He had insisted on going with Shu, and had dragged the pink-haired boy to his place so he could pack his stuff. He was disbelieving when Shu told him he hadn't decided where to go or what to do. He suggested staying in Tokyo but moving to the other side, where they were unlikely to see anyone they knew.
So here they were, in the chop shop they owned together, Shu, now that he had found his car sponge, washing his Mazda RX-7 FD3S, and Ryu polishing his Nissan Skyline.
(AN – For those of you who want to know, here are descriptions of their cars:
Shu's:
Purple (the same as his eyes in the anime), with a silver dragon graphic on the side, and purple neon lights under the bodywork.
Ryu's:
Midnight blue, with ice blue flame graphic on the side, and electric blue neon lights under the bodywork.)
Shuichi and Ryu had changed a lot since they left their old lives behind, Shu now had midnight blue hair, down to his shoulders, an earring in his left ear, and his dress sense had changed. Ryu now had white hair, down to his chin and layered, his right eyebrow pierced, and he was now very fond of wearing leather.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Ryu bounced over to the phone, and picked it up. "Hello, Sparkly Imports, how the fuck can I help you?" Shu glanced up as he heard a yell of: "Fuck yeah! We'll be there!" Ryu practically threw the phone in his haste to glomp his friend.
"We're racing tonight, Shadow!" Shu smiled at the nickname, while feeling a rush of adrenaline as he always did before a race.
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The race was a drag race, going straight as fast as you can. Shu and Ryu were racing two other guys, one who they knew named Jack and one they had yet to meet. They turned to meet the newcomer, and stared in disbelief.
"What the hell are you two punks doing here?" Aizawa screamed, enraged.
Raising a disdainful eyebrow, Shu remarked "Who are you again?"
Aizawa, stomping his foot and throwing a tantrum like a child, practically tore his vocal chords screaming "I'm Aizawa Taki from ASK!"
With a delighted smirk on his face, Ryu said "Oh, so that's who you are. What's a loser like you doing playing a game like this? Shouldn't you be trying to start your career again, or fucking your bandmates, or something?"
Taki, his left eye twitching violently, stormed over to his Ford POS (for those of you who don't know, that means Piece Of Shit) like the girl he is, leaving Shu and Ryu snickering behind him.
Finally, it was time to race.
