Chapter the Third

The four were in their cars, revving their engines, and ready to rip it up.

A guy with an afro, called Tyrone, and for some reason a huge afro comb sticking out of it, walked to the space in between Shu and Ryu's cars. He yelled "Fire 'em up, bitches!" They revved their engines to the max, and Shu and Ryu narrowed their eyes, deeply concentrating on the task at hand.

"GO!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, bringing his arm down in a slashing motion. Four engines rumbled at an extreme level, and they shot forward.

The four racers screamed down the streets at high velocity, thundering past numerous pedestrians, and scaring the fuck out of a few elderly people.

Shu and Ryu were already in the lead, Jack a little way behind them, and Taki pitifully bringing up the rear. They whooshed past turnings so fast, that people swerved needlessly to avoid the racers who were already gone by the time they started to turn.

As they neared the halfway mark, two things happened at once. The first being Taki bailing because he slammed into an easily visible light post, the second being Ryu and Shu seeing a huge roadblock.

Though they didn't know it, because they were in separate cars, their eyes widened and in sync they exclaimed "OH SHIT!" At exactly the same moment, they pulled their cars into perfectly executed 180's, stopping their cars with only two inches between their back bumpers and the roadblock.

They angrily got out of their cars.

"Who the fuck put that there!" Shu yelled, completely pissed off and gesturing wildly to convey his displeasure to the world.

Ryu rolled his eyes. "How the fuck should I know? Why the hell do you always ask me that damn question!"

The argument that was sure to come was forestalled by a disbelieving voice.

"Shuichi?"

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As Hiro, Fujisaki, Yuki, Tohma, Noriko, Sakano, K, Mika and Tatsuha stood outside of the NG building, (AN – for this story Ayaka was never introduced, because we both hate her.) they heard loud screeching sounds, and no it's not Ayaka because as we said, we hate her.

They all looked in the direction of the abrasive sound, to see four cars flooring it down the road. Suddenly, one of the cars slammed into a light post, Hiro being Hiro promptly laughed his ass off. As the cars neared a newly erected roadblock due to construction work, the two in the lead swerved into amazing 180's, and stopped when they were just inches from the roadblock.

They watched, slightly amazed, as two men got out of the cars. The one with midnight blue hair yelled "Who the fuck put that there!" and waved his arms about like a lunatic. The one with white hair snapped "How the fuck should I know? Why do you always ask me that damn question!"

Suddenly, they all recognised the two, and Hiro spoke, disbelieving.

"Shuichi?"

The two men whirled to face the group. Shuichi and Ryuichi had changed. A lot. As they stared at each other, none of them noticed a dazed Aizawa Taki get out of his car until he started yelling and started beating the shit out of it, falling on his ass after aiming a particularly violent kick at it.

Shu smirked at the fallen singer and said "Hey Taki! If you want I can park that piece of shit between your ass cheeks!" Ryu clutched his stomach, almost crying with laughter, while Hiro cackled insanely. Even Tohma cracked an out-of-character grin.

Face red, Taki yelled "You little bastard! I'll get you for this you ass-bandit!"

Ryu snorted rudely, "The day that happens, is the day I turn straight!"

Shu blinked at Ryuichi. "Do you mean straight as in no more racing, or straight as in no more boy-banging?"

Ryuichi thought for a moment, before shrugging. "Both." He replied simply.

By now the group had gotten over the shock, and were gaping at the pair. Well, all except K, who had pulled out one of his huge guns.

"Where the hell have you two been!" He yelled firing off a few rounds, bullets flying randomly.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Screamed Shuichi, running in front of his car, and spreading his arms wide. "Not the car! Not the car! Anything but the fucking car!"

Ryu meanwhile was sprawled face first on the hood of his car, "No, no, no, fucking no! I just polished this fucking thing, so DUN TOUCH IT… ALRIGHT!" This sight made Tatsuha, the resident pervert, very happy indeed. He wasn't so happy about the next occurrence.

Since K had stopped shooting, Shu moved from his position in front of his car, and walked up behind Ryu. "I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Little Ryu-chan's fine!" he said reaching out and sliding his hand into Ryu's back pocket. Ryu straightened up, turned to Shu, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"And once again I'll say Shu-chan's fine…" he murmured, moving and kissing Shu full on the lips.