Burnout: Legends.

A week and a half had passed, and the car was almost complete. It had everything, new windshield, the engine was installed, transmission, manual, of course, brakes, new axles, everything. A complete overhaul. But they were missing four very important parts. The four tires. They had pre-ordered slick racing tires, and were now waiting upon the arrival of them. After that, they could take it out and put it on a dyno, make sure that everything was put together correctly. Sasuke was more worried about the electrical components, for he was more experienced with things that moved, like pistons, and tires. He wasn't sure that the wiring was done 100 percent correctly, so he told her not to drive it until they could check it out. But the mostly completed car was sitting on blocks, waiting for the tires. Everything was shiny, not a single spot of rust on the car. Sasuke had needed to replace a few panels, but it had all been taken care of. The car would officially be complete when it got a set of tires, and a paint job. Sakura and Sasuke sat down in the sunlight in their driveway, staring at the car in the garage.

"It's turned out awesome." Sasuke said. Sakura hugged him. "Yeah, thanks to you." She said. "Even if I did get the frame and everything, I wouldn't know where to start. And if I did, then I wouldn't know half the parts, what they did, or where they went." She said. "Thanks for turning my project into reality." She said. Sasuke grinned.

"Hey no problem." He said. "I can drive it too, right?" He asked. Sakura nodded. "Yeah, you pretty much built the thing, sure." She said. Sasuke nodded.

"Sweet, 'cause I wanna take this thing and push it to the edge, see just how fast those modifications of yours made it." He said.

Sakura nodded. "And the thing I love about it, is it's just a single seater, not even the two back seats, like my dads McLaren F1." She said. "This is a racing machine through and through."

"What color are you going to paint it?" He asked. Sakura tilted her head to the side, her red hair falling about her shoulders, the tip of her right ear twitching.

"I'm thinking pure black base coat, and intense deep red overlays, maybe a racing stripe, or just a pinstripe job." She said. "Nothing fancy, just two vibrant colors that set each other off."

Sasuke nodded, visualizing it. "Yeah, that'll be pretty sweet." He said. "I can see what you mean about the simple-ness of the colors." He said. "Leave the many colors and graphics to the street tuners." He said. "My dad might be repainting the Stingray, the colors getting a bit faded."

"Oh yeah? Well, when he does his, then maybe we can do this car." She said. Sasuke nodded, getting up. "I'm starving, what about you?" He asked. She shook her head. "Nope, just thirsty." She said. Sasuke ran into the house, and made a sandwich, grabbing a can of coke for her. He came back out, and saw that his dad had arrived. He saw that the paint was indeed dull, not at all vibrant like he had remembered it. He handed the can to Sakura, who had moved over a few feet, to allow Kane to pull his car in. He sat down beside her, and leaned over, rubbing a finger along the rim of the Stingray. It came away dirty. He would have to wash it again. He heard the can open beside him as his dad got out of the car. He was about to ask his dad something, and wasn't prepared for what came next. The shock as ice-cold coca-cola was poured down the back of his neck. He jumped up, and yelled, making Sakura giggle. She took a drink from the half can that was left, absent-mindedly thinking that he might take his shirt off again.

Sasuke did. He laid the wet shirt out on the concrete, and walked over to the side of the house, dragging the water hose off the rack. He held it over his head, and squeezed the handle, spraying warm water over his head, shoulders and back, trying to get the pop off before it dried and turned sticky. His shorts were immediately soaked, and then the water went cold. He continued drenching himself, and thought back to the first time she had done that. it was an even worse shock. He had been sleeping.

He walked over, and started spraying his shirt, getting the pop off of it. His dad had entered the house, to see InuYasha and Ayame. Sasuke watched Sakura out of the corner of his eye, and how she would glance at him and giggle.

Giggle at this! He thought, turning the spray on her. She shrieked, and jumped up, the water spraying all over her, running down to the end of the driveway, out of the range of the hose. He laughed, having gotten her in the face and chest, for her shirt was soaked through. She glared at him, and he shrugged. He sat down, and put the hose at his side, as he wrang out his shirt. She started walking back up the driveway, dripping wet, and Sasuke waited until she was pretty close. He quickly dropped his shirt, and picked up the hose, squeezing down the handle, getting her good. She was now totally drenched, and she laughed, calling him names as she ran back to the end of the driveway.

"Payback, sucka!" He yelled. She gave him the finger, right as Ayame came out.

"Sakura! don't do that again!" She yelled. She stopped when she seen the driveway almost flooded, and both Sasuke and Sakura completely wet, the former without a shirt. He smiled and waved at her, shoving the hose in front of him. She had come out the front door, which he had his back to, so he tried to hide it in front of him. She smiled at him, and held her hand out. He sighed, laughed, and held the hose out to her. Right as she went to grab it, he quickly pulled the handle and released it, getting her hand and arm. She jumped back, and tried to supress a grin.

"Don't even think about it, Sasuke." She warned. "I can ground Sakura from you, if you do that, you know." Sasuke stopped, and thought about it.

"Ahh, what a complicated decision." He said.

"What do you mean, complicated?" Sakura asked. "Don't spray her, you wanna still hang with me, don't you?"

Sasuke grinned at Ayame, and decided that he would risk it. After all, she was wearing a pair of cut off jeans, that didn't come down past her mid-thighs, and a white tank top. Not exactly an outfit that would get ruined by a bit of water. He squeezed down the handle, and sprayed, making her yell out in surprise. She ran backwards, and warned him not to spray at her, or else he would get water in the house, for the door was open. She stayed there for a second, jean shorts wet, and water droplets on her shirt. Just then, InuYasha appeared at the door, dressed in a pair baggy jeans, and a black Metallica T-shirt. An awesome dad, Sasuke thought.

"What's all the yelling out here?" He asked. Then he saw his daughter standing at the bottom of the driveway, completely wet, his wife was just in front of him, her jeans wet, and Sasuke, grinning like a fool, in the middle of the driveway, holding onto the hose. He gripped Ayame's hand, and told her to stand behind him. He slowly advanced toward Sasuke, his hand out.

"I know Kane didn't raise a fool." He said. "You spray me, and you'll get it good." He said. Then he winked at Sasuke, which since Ayame was behind him, she didn't see. He moved a bit closer, and felt Ayame's hands on his back. InuYasha tilted his head to the left a bit, and Sasuke nodded slightly.

"Now just hand over the hose..." InuYasha said, moving a few steps closer. Sasuke started to hold it out, and InuYasha threw himself to the side, hitting the ground and rolling.

"Now!" He yelled. Sasuke unloaded the hose, and Ayame was caught full in the face with it. She shrieked, and ran back toward the house.

"Damn you InuYasha!" She said. InuYasha laughed, and high-fived Sasuke.

"Good job." He said. He got up, and walked over to his wife, grinning uncontrollably.

"How'd you like that?" He asked. She glared at him, and started squeezing the water out of her hair.

"Not very much!" She said. InuYasha glanced down, and his eyes widened. "Oh."

Ayame looked down. "What?"

Then she realized. A wet white T-shirt was pretty much see-through. She yelped and covered her chest up, glaring at InuYasha again.

He laughed, and kissed her. Her glare dissappeared, and she moaned, pressing her body against his, putting her arms around his neck. InuYasha didn't mind that his clothes were getting a bit damp. He slid his hands over her bum, and kissed her deeply. She moaned again, and InuYasha pulled her inside the house.

Sasuke threw the hose onto the lawn, and Sakura ventured up the driveway. She sat beside him, as Sasuke pulled out his cell phone. It was slightly damp, as he had forgotten he had it in his pocket. He wiped it off, and hoped it wasn't broken. He opened it up, and the LCD came on just fine. He dialed the number of the company he had ordered the tires from, and got a busy signal. He put it on speaker, and set it between them, on a small patch of dry concrete. After a few minutes, the operator came on, and Sasuke snatched up the cell phone. He started talking, asking about an order he had placed.

"On what date did you place the order?" She asked. Sasuke tried to think of the date as he felt Sakura's warm hands slide around his shoulders and over his chest.

"Uhh, I think about three days ago." He said. He gave them the month and the day.

"Okay, you would have gotten an order number, do you still have it?" She asked. Sasuke said yes, reaching into his pocket, withdrawing the slightly damp piece of paper that he had written it on.

"420-90T-S." He said. The numbers didn't make any sense to him, but he figured that T-S meant Tires, Slick.

"Okay, the parts in question were sent out two days ago, and are en route. The centre that they were shipped from is about three days away, so you should get them around noon tomorrow." She said. Sasuke tried to concentrate on what she was saying as Sakura pressed her chest against his back, her hands sliding around his waist, fingers touching his waist band.

"Tomorrow? Okay, thanks." He said, hanging up. Sakura kissed his neck, and pulled him backwards. She leaned against the warm tire of the Stingray, and pulled Sasuke back against her. He blushed as his head was pressed gently against her breasts.

She played with his hair, occaisionally sliding her hands down his chest to his stomach. He relaxed, and let her hands slide over his body. He closed his eyes, and slipped his cell phone into his pocket. He tilted his head to the side, and Sakura leaned down, kissing him on the mouth. He moaned, and reached up, sliding one hand to the back of her head, playing with her hair as he did so, his other hand going to the top of her head to scratch her ears. She purred deep down in her throat as his fingers massaged her scalp.

He broke the kiss, and she leaned back again, letting him relax against her. She had him between her legs, and now she raised her knees a bit, on either side of him. He snuggled down deeper, and laid his head on her stomach, just underneath her breasts. Both Sasuke and Sakura closed their eyes, and fell asleep, the setting sun beating down on them.

Kane came out, and saw the two leaning up against his car. He grinned. He walked over, and opened his door. He inserted the keys, and turned them, flooring the pedal as he did so.

"Get offa my car!" He yelled, his voice barely audible over the screaming engine. As soon as the car revved up, both Sasuke and Sakura were jolted awake by the loud noise, and scrambled away from the car, looking around to see what was going on.

"Jeez dad, scared the hell outta me." Sasuke said, getting up. He helped Sakura up, as she rubbed her ears. He smiled at her, and took over. She bowed her head, glad to let Sasuke rub her ears with his fingers.

"Where ya going?" He asked, as his dad started backing the car down the driveway.

"We gotta go home in a few minutes, but I'm just running to the store down the street first, to grab something for Ayame." He said. He shut the door as he pulled out onto the street. He slipped the transmission from Reverse to Neutral, and floored the gas. The revs shot up, and he grinned, loving the sound. He pressed the clutch in, and shifted from Neutral to first, pulling away. He accelerated down the street, reaching second gear as he headed for the corner. He pressed the clutch as he headed into the corner, and shifted back into first, revving high. As he reached the middle of the turn, he popped the clutch, resulting in a small drift around the corner.

Sasuke saw his dad drift around the corner, dissappearing from view. He walked back into the house, Sakura at his side.

It had been a day and a half for the tires, and the car was finished. It sat in the driveway, and Sasuke and Sakura stared at it, amazed that something so beautiful could be created by man, much less destroyed and rebuilt by two teenagers. Sakura walked slowly to the left side of the car, and opened the door. She raised it up out of the way, and climbed in. Sasuke walked over, and looked in, grinning at her.

"Ya like it?" He asked. Sakura looked at him, her bright green eyes sparkling.

"Yeah, I love it!" She said. She ran her hands over the custom racing wheel, and felt a chill run down her spine. She leaned back into the seat, and it was set perfectly for her. She could see the road perfectly, and her feet were a comfortable distance from the pedals. She inserted her key, and reached for a switch on the dash. She flicked it, and the car roared to life, the tachometer soaring, before settling down, wavering at about four thousand revs. She looked at Sasuke, and grinned.

"I'm gonna take it for a ride, alright?" She asked. Sasuke nodded.

"I'll be waiting." He said. She shut the door, and a Sasuke backed up.

Sakura put on her belt, and pressed the clutch. The pitch of the engine changed, and she smiled. She shifted into first, and released the clutch, touching the gas.

The car accelerated down the driveway, making her slam on the brakes. The car stopped instantly, and Sakura was thrown forward a bit, the seatbelt digging into her waist. She figured that with this car, there was no such thing as slow, so she did up the shoulder straps, and the strap that went between her legs. She turned onto the street, and pressed the gas, speeding up to the road traffic. She stayed behind a few cars, until there was an opportunity to pass. She pulled out, and pressed the gas a bit more. The car was light, and had amazing torque, so the rear wheels lost grip, despite the performance racing tires, and they began spinning, almost throwing the car out of control. Sakura backed off on the gas, and the car settled down. She passed the car in front of her, and then moved over into the highway lane. She took the onramp for the highway, and once on it, she hit the gas. She sped up, the speedometre rising swiftly past the sixty MPH line. She heard the engine start to whine, and she upshifted. She sped past a few cars on the highway, and upshifted again. The sense of speed was intense, but not really noticeable, until she took the corner.

She sped into it, and immediately her car began to understeer, heading for the guardrail. She wondered briefly what to do, until she reacted on pure instinct. She downshifted, maxed the revs, and released the clutch, turning hard. The car began sliding, but stopped heading toward the guardrail. She held her breath all the way through the drift, until the corner was over. She applied a bit of counter steering, and released the gas, straightening her car out, sighing in relief.

'Hey, that was actually pretty fun...'

She grinned, and sped up, looking for another corner. She upshifted again, and started driving as fast as she could toward another slight bend in the road. She started a slight drift, and rounded the bend, sliding toward two cars that were on either side of her, taking up the left and right lanes, as she slid around the highway bend in the center lane. She realized that she had almost made her second mistake in as many drifts, and thanked the road workers that this curve wasn't a sharp one.

The sharper the turn, the sharper the drift, and that meant her car would be more sideways, taking up more space. As she was going around a gentle turn. her car wasn't turned as sharp, and she just narrowly avoided taking off the surrounding cars side mirrors as she screamed by them, tires smoking and engine revving. As she passed the cars, the turn increased in sharpness, and she played with the steering for a few seconds, learning how to deepen and lessen the extremity of her drift. She ended the drift, and straightened the wheel. She pressed the pedal a little closer to the floor, and her ears twitched as the engine pitch increased, revving higher. The speedometer showed a bit past 150, and she felt her stomach flutter as the car headed over a tiny rise, getting a half second of hang time before the weight of the car dropped back down to the road. She glanced at the display gauges, and tried to read some of them. Against Sasuke's wishes, she had installed a few gadgets, despite his protests that a car should stay metal and gasoline, not turn half electronic.

One showed her exhaust temperature, another depicted a graphic of her remaining gasoline, and how far she could get at the speed she was going, and how her engine speed was using gasoline. Her engine burned less at low revs, and more at higher revs. She spotted one that wasn't turned on, and she flicked the switch. A few seconds later, as her engine revs approached the maximum, the light flared on, getting brighter as the engine neared its rev limit.

She upshifted, and the light went out. She grinned, and floored the gas. She realized that she was way over the speed limit when she tore by a sign marked 100 MPH MAX, and her speedometer was reading 173.

She went around a slight turn, and saw only straight highway ahead of her, jammed thick with cars. She raced down the smooth highway, her car humming a few inches over the pavement. She quickly upshifted again, into fifth, and reached over to the dash. She flicked up a plastic covering over a button, and pressed it. She heard a few mechanical sounds, and kept an eye on a tiny blue light just underneath the yellow upshift light. She pulled over into the far left lane just as the the blue light lit up. She reached for the handle under the upshift paddle, and pulled it in, sending nitrous oxide into the engine.

The response was immediate. The car shot forward, the engine screaming and the rev counter arrow vibrating on the dark red line of the 9000 revs marker. She upshifted into last gear, and the revs dropped to a low growl. The car rocketed down the road, passing the roadside cop at 203 MPH.

She heard the sirens start up behind her, and quickly fall behind. She looked behind her, and grinned viciously. Nobody could keep up with her.

Over her own engine, she noticed another one. She slowed down to about 160, and a few seconds later, a heavily modified BMW M3 GTR pulled up along side her, engine revving heavily. She wondered if she was being challenged to a race, and revved hers back. Almost immediately, the BMW took off, accelerating ahead of her. She reacted, downshifting into an appropriate gear for good acceleration, and slammed the gas. She took off, and thought she would smoke him if it was a drag race. But it wasn't. The driver swerved in and out of the lanes ahead of her, dodging cars and leaving black marks all over the road. She caught up to him, and drafted off him, without even realizing what she was doing. She let him hold the lead for another few seconds, until she could upshift and hit the Boost. Once she did, she pulled out and accelerated past him. She kept both hands on the wheel as she drifted through the next left hand turn, her car sliding over the pavement, the BMW keeping pace with her, drifting right alongside her. Once the drift was over, she pulled into the right hand lane and deaccelerated, ready to get off the highway and head for home. The BMW followed close behind her, and Sakura braked hard, slowing down to 60 to meet the ramps maximum speed, not ready to drift the whole thing around. She took it at 63 MPH, and turned hard. Once back on the slower streets, the BMW still following, she drove down the road, and turned onto the road that lead to the tiny suburban area she lived in. She looked in her rearview, and saw that the BMW was still there. She turned another corner, and slammed the gas, skidding around the corner.

Thinking she was speeding up, the BMW hit the gas, sliding around the corner and almost rear-ending her. Sakura laughed as the BMW got real big in her rear-view, rocking forward as the brakes were applied. She coasted the last few meters to her driveway, and as she turned in, she shifted into neutral, revving her engine loudly. She pressed the brakes, as Sasuke walked in front of the car creeping up the driveway. She got out of the car in time to see the BMW squeal around the corner.

"How was it?" He asked. She smiled at him.

"It was awesome!" She said. "The fastest I went, I think it was about 203, or something like that." She said. "I know it can go faster, a lot faster."

Sasuke grinned. "Yeah, I think it can go faster too." He said. "Who was in that BMW?"

Sakura shrugged. "Dunno, he just pulled up beside me and revved his engine, so I revved mine back, and he took off. I caught up to him, and passed him, then came here." She said.

Sasuke nodded. "Okay." He said. "You parking it in the garage?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'll drive it in." She said.

She got into the car, and drove it into the garage. She shut it off, and got out, closing the garage door. She and Sasuke walked inside, ready to discuss possible changes to the car.