Burnout: Legends.

Sasuke grimaced at the image on his computer screen, but picked up the phone. He dialed the number, and a second later, it was answered by a business sounding man.

"Hello?" The man said, and Sasuke glanced at the computer screen.

"Yeah, I'm looking at your site, item number 5498, is it still for sale?" He asked. He heard a sigh on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, it's still for sale. Your a lifesaver, kid. You wanna buy that thing?" He asked, and Sasuke scrolled back up to the picture.

"Yeah, I'll take it. Everything. Not a damn piece missing, you hear?" Sasuke said.

"Sure kid, I'll even pay for the shipping myself, I'm just glad to get rid of the thing." The guy said.

"Send a confirmation email to me stating your name, address, and postal code, I'll get it up to you within two days."

Sasuke thought about it. Two days wasn't bad.

"What will it cost me to get it up here in a day?" Sasuke asked.

"Extra 2000 dollars." The guy said promptly. "The shippers would want to be paid overtime for hustling."

"Agreed." Sasuke said, hanging up. He stared at the picture on his screen for a few more minutes, before dropping his head onto the table, sighing.

"What the hell did I just buy?" He asked himself, opening up his email account. He sent the email confirming the buy, and within seconds an automated email was generated and sent back to him, with a big 'CONGRATULATIONS!' in the subject bar.

Sasuke ignored it, and logged off. He pushed the laptop away from him, and dropped his cell phone onto the floor beside his bed. He let himself fall back, and his head hit the pillow. He sighed, and closed his eyes. It had taken him nearly three days of constant searching, raiding forums, following dead end leads, googling it and everything else, but he finally had it.

He got up, and walked downstairs, opening the refridgerator. He found a pizza box in the bottom, and grabbed a piece, eating it cold. He walked out into his front yard and watched the traffic roar by on the road, a few metres from his front steps. His dad had gone out, taking the Stingray, which meant that if he wanted to get around, he could either walk, take a cab, or use his dirtbike. And as a much busier part of town, he doubted the cops would be as friendly as they were in Sakura's part of town.

Sakura.

He thought back to yesterday, and what they had done, and he cursed himself. He had never planned on doing that, it had just happened. He wished that he had resisted more, but it was all in the past now, so he didn't dwell on it. He walked into the garage, and saw his dirtbike, his pride and joy, sitting up on a stand. It was under the centre of the bike, and raised the back wheel off the ground, keeping it straight and balanced. He walked over to it, and sat down on the warm concrete. He had better hurry up and fix it, he thought, for today was Sunday, there was school tomorrow. He glanced up to the garage wall, lined with nails, and grinned at his dirtbike armor, his chest plate and shoulder pads, his gloves and helmet. He glanced down, and picked up a wrench, getting back to work on the engine.

An hour or two later, he was finished. He had replaced the faulty clutch line, and he made sure that all the fluid levels were correct, before taking it off the stand. He straddled the bike, and kicked down on the kickstarter hard, twisting the throttle as he did so. It started on the first try, and he smiled.

"Perfect."

He pulled in the clutch, and toed the shifter into first, releasing the clutch slowly. He felt the bike jerk, and realized that his wrist was too relaxed, pulling the throttle open a bit. He twisted the grip up, closing the throttle, and released the front brake. He slowly pulled out of the garage, and looked both ways for cops. Seeing none, he pulled out into the light Sunday traffic, and accelerated, testing out the clutch. With barely any vehicles on the road, it was the perfect place to test the new cable as he shifted through the gears. As he maxed out his last gear, he listened to the engine, carefully. It was high pitched and loud, like a buzz-saw, and it sounded good. He slowed, shifting back down, and he felt the wind stop blowing against him so hard. He turned around, and stopped. He revved the engine a few times, holding the front brake, and spotted his house, way way down the straight narrow road. He revved the engine up, and right as the rear wheel started to slip, spinning into a burnout, he released the front brake, the bike flying down the road. He upshifted a few times, speeding down the road faster than most cars. He saw a car pull out onto the road ahead of him, and he turned to the left, into the oncoming lane to pass it. He heard his engine skipping a few times, but it was normal at high speeds, for it was tuned for raw power, for jumps, not tuned for speed. The engine was used to being run at really low revs. Sasuke slowed, and turned up into his driveway, using the foot brake for the rear wheel to skid to a stop. A streak of black rubber was left on the concrete floor of the garage, but he didn't care. He shut the bike off, and put it back on the stand, grabbing a cloth and wiping it off. The exhaust, not too hot, for it wasn't run that long, was only mildly warm, and Sasuke wiped it off too. The chrome on the bike shone brightly, and the carbon fibreglass fender panels were clean. They were supposed to be made of plastic, but they looked ugly, so Sasuke had unbolted them when he got the bike, and replaced them. He kept them, and used them when he was just screwing around and didn't want to break anything, or in races where it was mandatory to have all plastic parts. Sasuke walked out of the garage, just in time to see his father pull up into the driveway. Sun glinted off the window, temporarily blinding Sasuke, before Sasuke moved.

"Great, your here. Can you give me a ride to Sakura's?" He asked, as his dad got out of the driver seat. His dad grinned at him, and stretched.

"Ummm...naw, I'd rather not." He said, watching his son's face fall.

"You can, though." Kane said, pushing his way past his son, tossing the keys over his shoulder. Sasuke caught the keys, and stared after his father.

"What? I can't drive yet!" He said, thinking his dad was joking. His father turned around.

"Oh my God, it isn't hard." He said, walking over. He opened the driver side door, and pointed at the floor.

"Right pedal is gas." He said, pointing at it. He moved to the shifter.

"Clutch in, upshift, clutch out. No such thing as a brake pedal, red lights, or stop signs." He said, shutting the door again. He started to walk away.

"Drive safe!" He called over his shoulder, dissappearing onto the house.

Sasuke stood there, staring at the keys in his hand, before grinning.

"Thanks dad!" He yelled, before jumping into the car.

He inserted the keys into the ignition, and out of habit, pumped the gas as he turned the key. Nothing happened. He mentally slapped himself, before pressing in on the clutch. He turned the key, and the engine started. He used his left foot to hold the clutch in, and his right foot to rev the engine. He adjusted the rearview mirror, and placed his hand on the shifter. There was no indicators, so he would have to wing it. He pushed it into what he thought was reverse, and let off the clutch a bit. The car started rolling forward, and he quickly slammed the brakes.

He tried to remember what his dad always did, and he hit the clutch again. He pulled the stick all the way back, and to the left, releasing the clutch again, very slowly. The car started to roll backward. Sasuke let it roll down to the edge of the driveway, before touching the brakes. He waited for a lone car to go by, and then released the brake, turning the wheel to the right.

Or he tried to.

He struggled with it, realized that it would take more than a turn off the hand. It wasn't as easy as riding a dirtbike, he thought, struggling with the wheel. There was no power steering, it was just a raw muscle car. He finally cranked the wheel to the right, and backed out onto the road. He stopped, and shifted into first, unaware that while he thought that he had pushed the stick directly forward, it had actually gone to the right a bit, into third. He released the clutch, and pressed the gas, and the car barely moved. He glanced down, and saw that it wasn't quite all the way to the left, and knew what had happened. He stopped, checked for cars, then quickly toed the clutch and shifted into first. He figured that he might as well give it a bit more gas, because cars were coming up behind him, starting to slow, and he didn't want to hold them up. Just incase he was in the wrong gear again. He pressed the gas halfway down, and the motor responded.

The noise was unlike anything he could remember, and the front of the car surged, the front wheels almost leaving the ground. The rear wheels squealed against the asphalt, barely heard over the roaring engine. Sasuke backed off the gas, and the car settled down.

The cars regular tachometer was replaced with a drag-type rev counter, and it was positioned on the dashboard, off to the side. Sasuke glanced at it, and saw that the numbers went from 0 to 9, all the way around the circular instrument. The red needle was wavering between two and three, and the engine was relatively quiet. Sasuke got used to the non power steering almost right away, and aimed his car toward the highway. As soon as he hit the onramp, he accelerated, heading for the far right lane. As soon as he was in the right lane, he accelerated further, hoping that he didn't screw up his shift. As the sound of the engine climbed into a deafening roar, Sasuke passed a few cars. He was getting used to the car, but still had a few more things to get familiar with. Just when Sasuke figured that the engine roar couldn't get any louder, and he reached for the shift stick, a light flashed on, and he saw it out of the corner of his eye. A small orange light, just under the special rev counter on the dash, had flicked on, signalling the shift point. Sasuke pressed the clutch, and pulled the stick halfway down, over to the right, and down again. He released the clutch, and immediately he heard a ginding sound. He cursed, and pulled the stick back futher, and the grinding stopped. He accelerated, the speedometre showing his current speed as 93 miles an hour.

The fastest he went in the car was 102 MPH, and as he pulled into Sakura's driveway, he hoped that he would get it going faster sometime.

Sakura heard a revving sound outside, and ran down the stairs, looking out the door. She saw the yellow Stingray in the driveway, and thought it was Kane. She ran out to the car to see if he had bought Sasuke along. As the door opened, and Sasuke stepped out, she froze.

"You drove here?" She asked, walking up to him. She hugged him, and kissed him, once again reassuring him that their relationship went beyond 'friends', and that the things that happened over the weekend weren't just the result of impulse and false feelings.

"Yeah, dad let me take the car." He said, pocketing the keys.

"So what you up to?" He asked, leaning against the car. She blushed, and looked away from him.

"Well, I'm kinda grounded, I think." She said.

"What? Why?" He asked.

"Well, as soon as I walked into the house, my father smelled your scent all over me, and grilled me as to what happened."

"And what did you say?" Sasuke asked.

"I told him that you were just hugging me and stuff, but he said that it smelled like we had done something more, and I confessed." She said.

Sasuke froze.

'Oh shit...' He thought.

"Then what?" He asked.

"Well, I told him what you did to me, and how you made me feel, how you respected me, and never came on to me even though I practically threw myself at you, and how even when you gave in and did start, that you only pleasured me, and you weren't thinking of yourself."

She looked at him, embarrassed.

"I also told him that it was my fault that you went that far, because I was doing all that stuff to you." She said.

Sasuke tried to process it all.

"So he knows that you were playing with the chocolate and everything, and it led into something more?" He asked.

"Well, he knows that I started it, and that I influenced your decisions, but he doesn't know about the chocolate." She said, sliding her arm around his waist.

"That'll be our little secret." She whispered, kissing him.

"But couldn't he smell the chocolate all over you?"

She nodded. "Yeah, but I told him it was because I was eating chocolate, and some of it melted, and it got a little messy."

Sasuke nodded slowly. "Okay...I gotcha." He said.

Just then, the door opened, and Ayame walked out.

"Sakura, I wa--"

She stopped as she saw the car, and Sakura and Sasuke leaning against it.

"Oh, hi Sasuke!" She said, smiling at him. He waved at her, and smiled back.

"Hey, Sakura, when you're done, I need your help inside, okay?" Ayame asked, turning back toward the house.

"Sure Mom." Sakura said.

Sasuke waited until she was inside, before looking at Sakura.

"Does she know?"

Sakura grinned.

"Yup." Was the simple answer that Sasuke feared.

He groaned.

"Awww man! Does everyone know what goes on between us?" He said, wondering what her parents thought about him. Sakura, scared that Sasuke would start avoiding her now that he knew that her parents would almost always find out what had been going on, clutched his arm.

"Are you gonna start not hanging around with me now?" She asked.

Sasuke looked down at her.

"What are ya talking about?" He asked lightly, trying to be happy so she wouldn't worry.

"Tell ya what, Sakura." He said, pushing off the car and turning to her. He grabbed both her hands in his, and raised them. He stared into her eyes.

"I promise to never ever leave your side, no matter what happens." He said, leaning down to seal the promise with a kiss.

"Really?" S thought the asked, staring up at him.

"Really." He said, kissing her again.

He walked with her into the house, and followed her down the stairs. Ayame was folding laundry, and she looked up as they entered.

"Oh good, Sakura, can you take this basket upstairs?" She asked, pointing to a basket full of folded, clean clothes.

"Sure Mom." She said, picking up the basket and climbing the stairs.

Sasuke sat down on the edge of the couch, and stared at the floor, unable to look her in the eye after finding out what she knew. Ayame glanced at him from time to time, and eventually couldn't stand the down look on the kids face. She set down the shirt she was folding, and moved closer to him. She put her arm around his shoulder, and he gasped at the unexpected contact. She pulled him close, and his head rested against her shoulder.

"Don't worry about anything, Sasuke. Neither InuYasha or I am mad about what you did, InuYasha has told me personally that he was glad that Sakura found someone that could take care of her, and make her feel good, and I think that you're doing a wonderful job with my daughter." She said. She looked down at him as he looked up at her in surprise.

"And the thing with the chocolate was a nice touch." She said, winking at him. "Kinky, but nice."

Sasuke started to blush, and stammered out his defense.

"But-I-She's the one who--"

"Shh, don't worry about a thing, your secrets safe with me." She said. She ran her eyes down his body.

"You know..." She said softly, placing her hand on his chest. "I can see why my daughter is so in love with you, you're the perfect boy." She said.

"Your kind, loving, intelligent, sexy..."

"W-what? In love? With me?" He asked.

Ayame giggled.

"Why the heck do you think she acts that way around you, Sasuke?" She asked. "Why do you think she gets depressed whenever she can't be around you, or you have to leave?"

Sasuke looked at the floor, and thought about it. He hadn't known that she liked him so much that she got depressed when he left.

"Do you love her?" Ayame asked.

The question caught Sasuke by surprise, and he blurted out the truth.

Well, yeah, but I'd never tell her that." He said, then caught himself.

"Why, Sasuke? It would make her the happiest girl in the world." Ayame said.

Sasuke shrugged.

"I guess I just never really considered how I was feeling, I just wanted her to be happy." Sasuke said.

"And that's the purest form of love." Ayame said. "You weren't thinking about your own needs, just the needs and feelings of the person that meant the most to you." She said.

She stared at the boy who had captured her daughters heart, and thought that he was remarkably intelligent for his age.

"Do you know how long she has liked you, Sasuke?" Ayame asked softly.

Sasuke raised his head, and looked at her.

"No, how long?" He asked.

"Almost three years. Almost three years she kept her love for you a secret, and now it's finally starting to show." She said. "Just please, whatever you do, take care of my daughter and love her forever." Ayame said, leaning down.

"Always love and respect our daughter, and you'll always have a place in our home." She said, leaning down and kissing him on the cheek. Sasuke blushed, and leaned back a bit.

"W-what was that for?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I not do it right?" She asked, playfully. "Or are you more used to chocolate kisses on the mouth, rather than plain ones to the cheek?"

Sasuke had nothing to say to that, and looked away.

"Well, I'll remember that, and next time, I'll give you a kiss you won't soon forget." She said, winking at him.

Sasuke blushed, and wondered if she was serious, or just playing around.

Just then, they heard Sakura pounding down the stairs, and just like that, the discussion was over. Sasuke stood, and said his goodbyes.

He waved to Ayame, as he stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"See ya, Ayame." He said, and he hugged Sakura.

"See you later." He whispered in her ear, before rubbing her back, and pulling away. He climbed the stairs, and walked back to his car.

He got in, and backed down the driveway, waving out the window as he tore away.

Sakura sighed when he dissappeared from sight.

"I can't wait to see him again." She said softly to herself, unaware that her mother was behind her.

"Me too, I can't wait either." Ayame said, surprising her daughter.

"Come, Sakura, help me with some work, it'll take your mind off the boy for awhile." She said, leading her away.

"Yeah, I guess." Was the dejected reply, and Sakura followed her mother into the house.