Acceleracers Nexus

Chapter Five: New friends and Old rivals.

Author: Chase Wheeler.

Disclaimer: Do I really have to say that I don't own Acceleracers every chapter. That's just mean.

Summary: Dawn spends a wild day at Chase's mansion, while Vert gets reacquainted with old friends and rivals.

Acceleracers Nexus

The sun shone down on the large mansion, gleaming from the glass windows and interrupting sleep for all inhabitants. Except Chase, Who had put the darkest black curtains he could find on his windows to block the bright sun. Yet, his sleep was still interrupter as Dawn flung open the door and ran to his bed jumping on the side that he was not laying on When the shift of the bed did not wake the sleeping racer, she tried to shake him. That didn't work either. One last idea popped into the malicious girl's mind. Getting off the bed, she grabbed the hem of the black sheets and yanked. Once the sheets had cleared the bed, Dawn blushed as red as Chase's racing uniform. But she now knew valuable information, valuable to her that is. Chase didn't wear any clothes to bed.

Still blushing the female racer replaced the black sheets on the still sleeping Chase and went back to the room she had slept in. She hadn't seen anything all that embarrassing, Chase had been laying on his side with his face pointing away from her. But still any part of Chase's body usually sent tingles all through her skin. Her skin was still tingling and her heart pounding as she laid back in the bed that Chase had offered her last night.

Chase rose from his bed at ten o'clock on the dot that morning, just like he had everyday since graduating from Beacon Hills Private school. No matter how much sleep the teen was able to get he always woke at ten, three hundred and sixty five days a year. Sighing at his weird internal clock, Chase opened the door to his room and stepped out dressed in a red shirt with black jeans. It was downright funny that ever since he built Rageous, Chase had never worn any colors other than red and black. Grabbing his digital music player from his pocket and unfolding the headphones, he moved into the bathroom on the left side of his room.

With the headphones blaring the sound of gothic techno mixes, Chase couldn't hear the spray of water from the shower as he entered the bathroom. After having shut the door and turned around though Chase realized he was not alone in the small room. The shower doors had been distorted so that no one could get a really good look through the glass, but Chase could tell that the occupant was definitely female. Realizing it was Dawn who was showering in his bathroom, Chase decided to leave the girl in piece and exited the bathroom quietly, It was the respectable thing to do.

Chase never saw the smile on Dawn's face as he shut the door. The young girl had decided that fair is fair and she had seen a bit of him, so it was her turn to put on a show. Chase laid his back against the door, trying to calm his heart down enough to go get some breakfast. 'She's just a girl, dude.' He told himself. 'The chasers have shown you their bodies enough times that it shouldn't effect you.'

Chase snorted. 'Then again, there's a difference between seeing the body of a racer chasing slut and the body of a girl that you've been fond of for years.' Knowing it would make no sense to argue with himself he started his long trek down the hall and down the stairs to where the cook had pancakes waiting for him. 'Wish I would have had a camera though.' He thought as he sat down and started to eat his breakfast.

The food was going nice and fast until the butler tapped the young man on the shoulder. "Guests have arrived, Master Chase. I can't seem to find your father or mother so could you handle them while I search?"

"What guests?" Company was unusual in the Wheeler household.

"Some friends of your fathers. Please Master Chase?"

"Yeah, I'll take care of them, Alfred."

"My name is William, sir."

"I know, but Alfred is much more of a butler name. Watch Batman sometime, you'll see."

With a huff of indignation, the butler sped off to parts of the house unknown to locate the missing Wheelers. Rolling his eyes at how uptight William was, Chase left the table and proceeded towards the front door. When strong yet soft arms wrapped around him from nowhere the young racer was caught off guard until he heard the voice.

"Chase, Man, you look older." A man said from behind the woman hugging Chase. The man's long black hair framed his face but his brown eyes shined through with happiness. Chase looked from the man to the brunette hugging him. "Nolo?" He moved his eyes back the the woman. "Lani?"

As Lani moved back away from him Chase looked both the older racers over. They aged well but not nearly as well as his father. You could see gray root coming through Nolo's dark black hair and Lani's face was starting to show a few wrinkles. No matter how old they looked though, Nolo and Lani Pasaro were two of Chase's closest friends, more like family he even called them Uncle Nolo and Aunt Lani. "What are you guys, doing here Uncle Nolo? And Where's Antonia?"

"She's racing in Rockport. She did send her wishes to you and your parents though."

If Antonia Pasaro had lived in Bayview she would have been Chase's only real competition. Learning all the racing skills from her father who had once been a team leader for one of the best street racing teams had given her quite a few skills. It was she who pushed Chase into trying to get his dad to help him, but Chase had decided that since his father had developed all his racing talents on his own, so would he. Five wrecked cars later and Chase could keep up with Antonia and from time to time actually beat her. That was a year ago. If they raced now, he didn't know what would happen.

"Bet she's kicking everyone's ass in Rockport." said Chase.

"She's doing pretty good. She still has a lot to learn though." Nolo nodded.

"You can always learn new things, Dear." Lani told her husband while hugging his waist lovingly.

The former Teku leader laughed and rubbed his wife's back gently. Looking towards the younger racer he smiled. "Hear you got a new girl? Well Where's she at?"

Chase's face matched his shirt. "Who told you that? She's not my girl." 'Yet.' he added to himself hopefully.

Lani elbowed her husband harshly. "Chill out, Chase. He's just trying to get a rise out of you."

Glaring at his so called 'Uncle', Chase asked again. "Why are you two here?"

The older man had seen that look on his adopted nephew's face quite a few times, it was that face that made Nolo pick on the young racer so much. "Vert called us. He wanted to have a Teku reunion, today. So you know that we won't be the only ones here."

Chase frowned. "All the Teku?"

Nolo nodded also uncertain of Vert's plans. "Yep, all of them. Even Kurt."

Chase merely growled at the sound of the name. "We'll just see about that."

"Kurt is allowed in this house, so don't do anything stupid." A stern voice spoke from behind Chase. Turning the young racer caught eyes with his father. Backing up a bit, Chase scratched the back of his head with his right hand. "Hi dad. So um William found you."

The Teku leader smiled as he watched this display between father and son. Vert was the only one that could calm Chase's anger. Probably because he carried the same anger in his soul, maybe even a more powerful one. Not many had seen it, But Nolo had once or twice been on the end of those angry eyes.

"Yes, He did. Now are you going to make Nolo and Lani wait in the lobby all day or invite them in?" Vert asked sarcastically.

"Oops." Chase gulped. "Um come on in Uncle Nolo, Aunt Lani."

The world's fastest smiled and placed his right hand on his son's head and tousled his hair. "I'll teach you manners one day yet."

Chase stuck his tongue out. "I don't think so, Dad."

Dawn could hear footsteps coming towards the room she was staying in. She turned over in the bed and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the inevitable knock. When it finally came she simply said. "Come in, Chase."

Bayview's racing hero entered the room with a plate of pancakes, some bacon and eggs. "Is Madame hungry?" He asked, doing his best impersonation of William.

Dawn smiled and sat up. "Yes, Madame is famished." Once he had placed the tray on the bed over her legs, she took a bite out of the pancake and practically melted. "These are so good." Chase smiled at her. Realizing the situation, she decided a joke was in order. "Breakfast in bed. That's so romantic."

Chase blushed crimson. He couldn't trust his mouth right now so he said nothing, just stood there so he could get the tray when she was finished. Dawn laughed. "Chill. I was only joking. Why don't you sit down?" She patted the side of the bed opposite her.

The young racer sat down stiffly, wanting to move closer to her, to touch her but too afraid to do so. Luckily Dawn had no such fear and picking up the tray, moved to rest against his shoulder. The mere contact of shoulder to back was enough to send both racer's into daydreams, but Dawn had a plan to make her dreams come true. "I saw the picture in your room."

Chase panicked. "Oh, Sorry about that. I just liked your car so much. Too bad its gone."

Dawn's world fell around her. The car. Of course. He wanted a picture of the car. The fact that she was washing its hood made no difference. 'I was so stupid. To think he could like a girl like me.'

"Yeah, she is ... I mean was a nice car." Dawn said as she fought to keep her tears back. She faked looking at her watch. "Oh damn. I gotta go. Can you give me a ride home?"

"Huh? Sure, I guess."

Dawn set the half eaten tray of food to the side and stepped off the bed. Chase's shoulder had never felt so cold after having her heat against it.

Nolo looked around the garage at the Wheeler estate. Before him, Rageous sat like a lion ready to pounce on his competition. This was the car that Chase was so proud of and Nolo could see why. It was a well built machine and just looked powerful. But was it powerful enough for what Vert now had in store for the younger generation of racers? Was ToneSync, his daughter's beloved car, capable of what was coming.

"We are the cruelest parents in the world for making our children do this." Nolo said to Rageous in the privacy of the large garage.

As Chase arrived back at his house, he saw the car he hated the most in the driveway. Battle Spec Mach 2 was sitting on the concrete drive as if the car owned the place. It looked the same as the Teku car, Battle Spec, but all memories of the Teku were gone by design. The blue paint sported the text 'Wylde's Autos' in bright red on both sides. The hood had been airbrushed with a portrait of Kurt Wylde smiling smugly.

Chase just glared at the car as he parked OverLoad in the garage. While Rageous was his Racing car, OverLoad was Chase's cruising car. Built along the lines of a hatchback wagon, The red car packed three 10", two 12" and one 15" subs. Two large black graffiti-style music notes were airbrushed onto the sides with a white outline. The large black spoiler mounted on the roof of the wagon resembled a music staff with random notes. When activated the car's LED light system could be seen from a plane in the air.

No one could figure out where it came from but Chase loved music. Neither his mother nor father had been into music as much as he was. But then again Chase had spent a lot of time with Shirako Takamoto, during his childhood, probably picking up the racers flare for music and lights. Bassline had been one of Chase's favorite cars while growing up and he and Shirako's daughter, Katana had fought tooth and nail over who would get the car when they grew up. They both ended up losing when Shirako wrecked Bassline before they were old enough to drive. According to Chase's father though Shirako had rebuilt Bassline several times, but with his growing family Shirako decided it was time to grow up a bit and get a more family friendly vehicle.

So he and Vert spent about a month in one of the Wheeler's many garages and when they were done, MegaBass was born. MegaBass was a far call from Bassline, yet so similar as well. The large SUV was the same white as the racing truck with Orange headphone graphics over a light blue backdrop. A large black spoiler mounted on the roof swept back above the hatch, while the windows were tinted the same dark blue as Bassline.

MegaBass's best features though were the twelve speakers crammed into the the trunk. Six 10'', four 12'', and two 15'' subs were placed in a custom mold designed to also keep some room for cargo space. Shirako missed Bassline deeply, but even he had to admit that MegaBass was louder. And through the genius of Vert's mechanical skill, no speed was lost, meaning Shirako could still cruise around at 300 mph if he wanted and blare his music as loud as possible where people in the next state could hear him.

Rageous's sound system wasn't bad and consisted of three 12" subs, but OverLoad blew it out of the water violently. On the other side, Rageous was capable of 360 mph while Overload topped out at 300. So with each surpassing the other in some way, Chase loved OverLoad and Rageous equally and he was proud that he had built both cars by hand himself.

Opening the suicide door and exiting OverLoad, Chase entered the house and tried to sneak to his room without the Wylde brother seeing him. He was only half successful, as he was turning a corner a large metallic arm grabbed him around the neck and forced him under the arm of a tall, muscular man with black spiky hair. "Hey there, Blazer, you aren't trying to sneak away from Uncle Wylde are you?"

Chase couldn't believe it. He had known that Kurt would be here sometime today but this was unexpected. "Markie? Kurt brought you along?" Chase asked while recieveing a playful noogie from man known now as Wylde.

"Yeah. He told me he was coming, that Vert had asked him too." Wylde frowned. "I know how you dislike him, Blazer, So I came with to keep him outta your hair."

Chase had managed to get away from the torturous noogie and was standing facing Wylde. He was close to all his Dad's old Teku friends, except Kurt, But Wylde was the only Metal Maniac he knew until he met Pork Chop yesterday. Vert hadn't had any brothers or sisters so each one of his racing buddies had adopted Chase as a nephew when he was a baby. They were all aunts and uncles to him. Aunt Trinity and Lani, Uncle Shirako, Nolo and Wylde. Kurt had tried to do the same but Chase battled him all the way and finally they settled on just being acquaintances.

"He cares a lot for you, Blaze." Markie frowned. "I don't understand why you hate him so much."

"He just rubs me the wrong way." Chase replied. "Its nice that you came though, Wylde. Thanks."

"No problem, kid. Hey, I heard your dad built a new car, wanna go for a test drive?"

Chase smiled. "Sure."

Kurt glared at Vertin the small conference room. "You can't be serious. I will not allow my son to even think about taking the path we did." He pointed his finger in the Teku racer's face. "And I can't believe you'd even think of putting Chase through that."

Vert glared just as angrily. "Chase is my son, Kurt! Don't you even dare suggest that this doesn't scare me too." He stepped right into Kurt's face. "But this is the future we are talking about. Their future as well as our own."

Dawn sat in front of her vanity mirror, the light from the design on her forehead bathing the room in green. "It might take more time then we thought" She said without emotion.
Markie "Wylde" Wylde steered hard to the right forcing Primal Fury into the turn as he and his 'nephew' took the newly built car for a spin. "Your dad did a really good job, Reminds me of Spine Buster." He looked over at Chase. "You want to drive?"

"No."

Wylde slammed on the breaks forcing the car to a screeching halt. "What's wrong, Blaze?"

"Nothing."

Wylde frowned. "Don't lie to me, kid. You love driving as much as me, especially in a car that you've never driven before. I know, I was there when you first drove NightCast and Rageous."

"I've just got a lot on my mind, Wylde."

"I'm always here to listen, Blaze."

"I know. And thanks. I just don't feel like talking about it now. Maybe later."

"Sure thing. Want some ice cream in the meantime?"

Chase smiled. "What is it with you and ice cream, Every time you visit you always want to take me to get some ice cream. I'm not eight anymore, Uncle Wylde."

Wylde smiled back. "I just like ice cream." He said as he pressed the accelerator and steered towards the nearest ice cream parlor.

All over southern California loud techno could be heard, though no one knew the exact source. No one except thejapanese man driving a white SUV through Bayview on his way to Beacon Hills. He knew the sound was coming from his SUV and the white car behind him. Both vehicles were equipped with enough stereo equipment to knock the socks off of almost anyone. Both sported orange and blue graphics on both sides and both had dark blue windows. The man looked out his rear monitor and smiled as he nodded his head to the beat of the blaring techno.
As Chase shut the door to Primal Fury, extremely loud music flooded his senses. Just the beat and tempo caused the young racer to smile. "Uncle Rocco's on his way." He said to Wylde.

"I got ears, Blaze. You ain't got to tell me about Shirako's obsession with loud freaking music." Wylde looked at him inquiringly. "But why do you still call him Uncle Rocco? You only said it that way when you were little and couldn't say his whole name."

"Old habits die hard, Uncle Rkie." Chase smiled.

"Don't even start, Blaze." Wylde glared at him.

Well Here's Chapter five. Hope you all like it and I hope I used the characters that you all gave to me in ways you approve of. Once again I know some of the old cast is OOC but they are older now and people change. Don't worry about Wylde though, the only one to see his softer side is Chase who he thinks of as more of a younger brother then a nephew.

I hope you all like MegaBass as well. The design was made on Need for Speed Underground 2 using one of the SUVs and it looks cool. And in case you could not tell, I love cars so a lot of this story is going to revolve around the cars and the races.

To my Reviewers:

KawaiiYamato: I have tons of ideas running through my head for this story and writing the chapters is turning out to be so much fun that once I start I just can't stop. I have decided to use your character as Taro's daughter but it might be awhile. The next Chapter or so is still the ongoing reunion between the Teku.

And no I don't have a thing with killing people. It's sad for me to do and tears me up, but its all for the best of the story.

Wings Of Speed: Your reviews mean a lot to me since I enjoy your story so much. And I am so glad that you love my story.

Yeah, We all mourn the loss of Pork Chop's son. I really hated to do that to Pork Chop.

As you can see I have started using your character for Shirako and Trin's daughter, and I emailed you through the site to ask if it is ok to have her hooked up with someone. I don't know if you got that though since the site is giving you so much trouble.

I try to keep the serious stuff serious, but everyone needs a few laughs. Glad you enjoyed to comical parts of last chapter and hopefully the ones in this chapter too.

Can't wait to read another chapter of The Truth that Lies Beyond the Lies.

Moriko: As you can see the Wylde Brothers have been added. Please don't hate me for making Wylde a little soft. He only shows that side to Chase, because he watched him grow up. Chase has a family-like relationship with all the Teku except Kurt, but Wylde is the only Metal Maniac he grew up with. Each character's influence added to Chase's character including Wylde's.

Ktezla: Thanks for the review. And I'm glad you like the story. I'm sorry that I update that fast but this story is pounding inside my head wanting to be let out and its just beginning.

Since Wings is my favorite author, your comment touches me greatly. Thanks.

Chase is almost amirror image of Vert during the world race, but with black hair, blue eyes (anybody else see that Vert had brown eyes in world race then blue in Acceleracers?) and slightly more muscular (thanks to Wylde's influence.) Since creating Rageous he only wears Red and black and has thrown all his other color clothes away. Because of all of Chase's so called Aunts and Uncles, Chase's personality is somewhat random. On the track he's heartless, but with friends and family he's still like a kid. All his clothes are loose fitting, mainly Jnco pants and Tripp Pants. And he's never seen with out the red headphones and his digital music player. (Courtesy of Shirako's influence while he was growing up.)

Hope that helps some.