Burnout: Legends.

Sakura woke up, and looked to her right, at the sleeping Sasuke. She ran her fingers through his hair, and leaned down, kissing him softly. She yawned, then shivered as cool air seeped under the blankets. She snuggled up to Sasuke's chest, and pulled the blankets tight around them, her forehead touching his chest. She closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep, but a few seconds later she felt something blowing against her ear, and it tickled. She flicked her ear, and heard a chuckle from the boy beside her. She opened her eyes, and looked up, recieving a kiss on the mouth as she did so. Sasuke placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her down, leaning over her. He slid his hands down her arms, and before Sakura realized what was happening, he had her wrists pinned. She stared up at him, and he grinned back. He kissed her again, and leaned forward, blowing into her ear. She started giggling, and she shook her head.

"Stop it!" She said, feeling his breath tickling her sensitive ears. Sasuke made a noise in his throat, indicating that he didn't think he would stop. He brought her hands up above her head, and moved them closer together, so he could hold them with one hand. He used his free hand to caress her throat, sliding his hand down her bare shoulder to her stomach, passing lightly over her right breast. He heard her moan, and he attacked her mouth with his, kissing her deeply. When he pulled away, Sakura giggled.

"What?" Sasuke asked.

"I see that you're a morning person." She said, wiggling her hips a bit. Her arms were still raised over her head, and she was semi-embarrassed at the way his eyes had free access to roam over her body, while she couldn't cover up herself up. She was more of a night, or afternoon person when it came to sexual acts, but she figured that either time was alright. She was starting to get aroused by the way he had total control over her right now, and she couldn't hide it. Sasuke stared down at the girl beneath him, and saw only total beauty. Her face was slightly red, her chest moving up and down slightly with each breath, and her stomach was smooth, flat, and her hips were curved just right. Sasuke slid his hands down her stomach to her womanhood, and he rubbed her for a few seconds. When he stopped, his hand came away wet, proof of her arousal. Sasuke grinned, and moved his hand toward her slightly open mouth. She moaned and licked his fingers, tasting herself as he began to squeeze her breasts. Suddenly, an evil smirk came over his features, and he pulled away, picking up his clothes.

"Well," He said, sliding on his boxers and shorts. "We're skipping school, so we better have a good reason. Let's get to work on that car." He said, standing up. Sakura groaned as he left her lying on the bed, aroused.

"You bastard..." She whispered, staring at him with a tiny smile. He glanced at her, and laughed.

"Now you know what it was like for me a few days ago in the park." He said. Saukra pouted.

"But you got yours just last night!" She said. Sasuke pulled on his shirt and winked at her.

"And you'll get yours tonight." He said, walking out of the room. Sakura continued to lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how he had teased and left her. A smile formed on her face as she planned out exactly how she would take her revenge.

Sakura joined him downstairs, and started eating breakfast, clad in a pair of black jeans, cut off much like the blue ones yesterday. She had put on a black belt also, although the jeans were sufficiently tight enough that she didn't need one. She had found a matching black shirt, and she had slid that on, it only reaching down to her belly button. She had wound a black leather strip around her right wrist, accenting the slenderness of it. She had put on a black choker, and done her hair up much like her mothers, in twin pony-tails, her furry ears sticking out from her head in front of the pony-tails. Sasuke stared at her as she came into the kitchen, then remembered how he had left her up in her room, aroused. He quickly looked away, keeping up the front that she wouldn't have his interest until tonight, and possibly not even then.

Sakura sat down across from him, and ate her cereal, pretending to read the cereal box as she cast glances at Sasuke. He had actually bought clothes with him last night, anticipating the stay. He was now clad in a pair of dark green cargo pants, and white shoes, with the laces removed, and the tongue pulled up. He had dropped the bottoms of his pants over the shoes, and the tops of the shoes supported the fabric, giving his shoes the desired appearance of being short and high, not long and low like certain skater shoes did, or when regular shoes were tied up. He was wearing a tight black Nike workout shirt, the type that were sorta like spandex, and clung to his body. He had did his hair, leaving it spiky and hanging down in front of his eyes like he usually did. He had a fabric red wristband on his left wrist. He stared into his bowl, and swished the alphabits around, until they formed words, then he scooped them up, and ate them, occaisionally casting glances at Sakura.

He swirled them around some more, then scooped up a spoonful. He was about to eat it, when something made him stop. He peered at the letters in his spoon, spinning around in the milk that his spoon held, and watched as an 'A' slid into the mix, forming the word 'Sakra'. He shook his head. Weird. All he was missing was the letter 'U'.

He looked up at her.

All I was missing was you. He thought, and she looked up. She caught him staring at her, and she smiled at him. Sasuke looked away, blushing, and wondered what it was about her that she could set him off with just a smile. He rapidly ate the rest of his cereal, and slurped down the milk, before jumping up. He headed for the garage, intent on fixing the engine, if not for himself and the pride he would have in himself and his work, then for Sakura. This car meant a lot to him. He immediately got to work, slipping on the pair of gloves that he was using yesterday.

Everything was in it's place, just where it had been left, and Sasuke started by hoisting the engine onto a workbench that lined one wall. He started by undoing the cylinder headers, and taking off every part that could come off it, dumping all the small pieces in the container of rust remover. The other pieces had been cleaned overnight by the mild acid, and he dumped the shiny parts into a container, sealing it and putting it on a shelf, before putting new rust remover in the container and dumping the other pieces in.

Once he had gotten to the cylinders, he began to examine them, seeing that not much damage had been done to them. He cleaned the sludge and oil and dirt out of the tubes that the cylinders pumped in, and turned to the spark plugs. They were all shot, and would have to be replaced. The engine was naturally aspirated, so no turbo or super charger was used. He checked the rotor, and saw that it was fine. Once he had stripped everything down and cleaned it, he began the slow task of assembling it all back together, realizing that the whole table had been covered with the parts that went to an engine. And there were lots.

Sakura came down a few minutes later, and got to work on unbolting the seat, ripping it out and undoing the dash system and all the racing parts that were installed, like the custom tachometer, and the mount for the switches that started and stopped the engine, for it wasn't started by turning a key.

(A/N Think of the inside of a NASCAR cockpit, if you've ever seen pictures of one. The driver starts the car by flipping a tiny metal switch cleverly labled 'Engine Start')

Sakura undid the last screw, and hauled the dashboard out, putting it aside. More modifications would have to be made to it, to hold the switches for the Boost, and the such. She found a lot of dirt covering everything, and grimaced as she realized that it was all over her clothes. She left the wires for Sasuke, and popped the cap off the center of the steering wheel. She popped the clip, and the steering wheel came right off. She threw it away, for she had a custom wheel in mind that would probably weigh half as much. She peered at the steering column, and decided that she would leave that for Sasuke too.

Speaking of Sasuke... She thought, looking over at him. She could see his profile, and watched as he worked on the engine, assembling the huge monster. She leaned against the metal roll bar frame, and continued to watch him, thinking that he had more knowledge about motors than most mechanics. A few minutes later, Sasuke realized that the sounds of Sakura working a few feet beside him had stopped, and he raised his head, looking around. He looked to his left first, seeing only the open garage door, before turning to the right. She smiled at him, and waved, getting back to work. Sasuke wondered what that was about, before returning back to the engine.

Just you wait, Sasuke, you got what's coming to ya. She thought, smiling to herself as she worked.

Sasuke grinned as he tightened the last bolt, the ratchet clicking loudly as he gave it a turn in the opposite direction, then leaning into the final turn, making sure that the bolt was tight. He sighed, and sat back, looking at the completed masterpiece. Twelve Boost ports had been added, along with all the modifications that Sakura had specified. He looked to the big poster Sakura had printed out of her car, and saw that he had done everything correctly, according to her design. He left the completed engine sitting where it was, knowing that just a few tiny add-ons had to be connected when the rest of the screws got out of the rust remover bath. He walked over, and helped Sakura pull off the final fibreglass piece, a thin downforce airfoil that had been bolted to the front of the car, way down low. It was strange, because it wasn't in the original GTR specs, so Sasuke discarded it. It was probably what made them crash anyway, he thought with humor.

The main goal that the longtail version achieved was to provide more downforce to the car, without the bulky rear wing. Thats what the extended part of the rear of the car achieved, providing the necessary downforce without the addition of the wing on the back. But in Sakura's design, she was going to add a low wing to the back. Sasuke and Sakura, for the first time, got a good look at the guts of the car that they would eventually drive, the frame. It was horribly bent to the left near the front, but Sasuke figured that if he took it to a shop across town, he could get it straightened with a frame-straightener. He would call today, arranging for pick-up and delivery.

He would also include blueprints of the original design of the frame of the car, so the guy there would have some reference as to how it was supposed to look.

Sasuke made the call, and found out that the were having a slow day, so they would send out a truck immediately. Sasuke hurried to get any remaining pieces off the car, as well as the neglected rear axle. He had just taken the last mounting bracket for the gas tank and gas lines off, when the truck pulled up outside, the driver honking it's horn. Sasuke waved to the driver. The truck backed up the drive, and they started to pull the frame up onto the flat-bed, via a few chains and a powerful winch.

When it was up and secure, Sasuke gave the driver the blueprints, and some vague instructional details, and waved him off. They would get the car back in a few hours, gor the machine that straightened it was unbooked by anyone but Sasuke.

Sakura sighed in relief.

"We finally got it taken apart." She said, and Sasuke grinned.

"Yeah, so much for the easy part." He said. "Hooking everything back up is gonna be a pain in the ass, and probably take way longer than two days, probably closer to a week." He said.

"Why that long?" She asked.

"Well, it didn't come with a lot of stuff," Sasuke said, looking at her. "Remember, there were no windows, we gotta install that. We gotta fix the fibreglass, install the engine, gas tank, gas lines, dashboard, electrical wires, sensors, gauges, tires, steering column, disc brakes, dampers, lights, connect the air ducts again, modify the dash for your set up, change the engine compartment to accompany the Boost bottles, set up wiring to control it, get to work on the mounts on the original frame for the customizations you want, reorder a lot of stuff, install the new seat, transmission parts, gear shift, Boost paddle, fix both mirrors that got taken off in the crash, set up the inside mirror, check the fibreglass hull for any imperfections like dents or tiny holes that could affect aerodynamics and handling..." He took a deep breath.

"Then we gotta find a dyno and put it on it, check and see if everything works out, and if not, it's back to the drawing board."

Sakura groaned.

"It didn't seem like that much taking it off!" She complained. Sasuke laughed.

"Yeah, I know. It's always easier to dis-assemble than to assemble." He said.

"The task of destruction is infinitely easier then the task of creation." He quoted, not remembering who said it.

"Come on," He said, putting his arm around her, forgetting about his 'ignore Sakura' plan. "Don't worry about it. When it's all said and done, you'll have a kick-ass fast car, and you'll school me everytime with it." He said, and she giggled.

"Yeah, I guess." She said, walking up to the shell that leaned against the wall. She ran her fingers over it, feeling the chips and scratches in it. All in all, despite the imperfections, it was going to be a hell of a machine.

A machine... She thought, I wonder if it's possible to fall in love with a car. Both Mom and Dad say they love their cars as much as each other. I wonder if I'll have the same respect and devotion for my car.

She turned back to Sasuke, and smiled at her best friend, and gorgeous lover.

"Come inside, let's get something to eat, I'm hungry." She said, holding out her hand.

"What?" Sasuke asked. "But it's only..." He trailed off as he looked at his watch. Four and a half hours had passed since breakfast, and he realized that he was hungry also.

He smiled, taking her hand.

"Let's go." He said.