What up people. All that is well ends well, so here I am releasing a idea from watching the Fast & Furious series and then watching Sekirei OVA vid's so I hope you like it. This 3-way X-over features the best of the best, and I hope it delivers. Please enjoy

X-Over's used: Sekirei, Naruto, Fast & Furious series

"What'd you put in that sandwich?"

"That's really funny."

-A conversation

Summary: I live my life a quarter mile at a time. Nothing else matters. Not the mortgage, not the store, not my team and all their bullshit. For those ten seconds or less, I'm free.

~XxX-19 years ago; Tokyo Japan (1997)-XxX~

Racing on the streets of Tokyo Japan wasn't just a privilege or honor, it was a way of life. Many people learned through trial and error on how to race one another through various roads and streets. It wasn't just so that the racers could prove that they were some of the best drivers in the country, but it was a way to get the name of not only themselves, but that of their crew out in the world. If your crew had the notoriety and fame of the streets, it had the backing of the part shops that the drivers went to for their parts to enhance the cars they drove, and with that came business.

It was a environment where everyone benefited. The winning drivers and crews got the fame and glory, the upcoming drivers got the knowledge, and the shops got the cred and cash from eager drivers, and the eager drivers got the mods for future victories. It was literally a whole world of dog eat dog, but in this world you either grew or you crashed hard and were unable to get back from the hard landing. Currently, Karasuba-a young woman from a unknown and dead planet that had been brought to earth by her people's last effort to save themselves, stood on the curb watching as various drivers raced by and performed tricks with their cars to try and get somebody to notice them.

She was-admittedly-impressed by the white Toyota Supra driving by on it's two right wheels while the driver's girl danced on the seat through the window to some upbeat music. Apparently this was also the spot where a rising star; he was supposedly a rookie but his skills were that of a professional driver; was supposed to come and finish out the week. The racers had a bracket for the month and the winner of the previous bracket got to choose how the next one would go. They had four events. There was the regular Quarter Mile race where the drivers would go as fast and hard as they could go for the race and winner took all cash from the racers who entered.

The Quarter Mile Races lasted the entire week and the final race was the Winner-Takes-All and apparently the winner usually walked away with somewhere up to 25-50,000 dollars cash. The second was Muscle Week-it was literally how it sounded-and the racers would come with a supped up American Muscle Car and pay a entry price of 3-5,000 American Dollars (they were racing American cars might as well pay American prices) for each driver. The Muscle Week usually had two sub-branches for how the races would go for the week. There were the Race Wars, then there were the Power Tugs.

The Race Wars usually had anyone that had an Muscle Car enter with a upfront payment of 1,000 dollars cash and then two of the drivers would have a drag race for a whole mile and the winner would go on to race the next winner and so on and so forth. The final winner got all the cash and all the street cred for it and this was a well deserved payout as American Muscle wasn't a joking matter. The cars were powerful and could sometimes outrace some of the fastest imports money could buy you off the lot. As for the Power Tugs, it was essentially a long ass game of Tug-of-War. The entry fee was roughly 2,500 american dollars and it worked like this.

Two drivers would chain their cars together and proceed to pull away til the chains were taught before simply gunning the engines. Whoever lost was out of the competition and the winner moved up the bracket system til their were no more drivers left. The winner once again took all the cash, as well as the cred. Some people even put their own cars up for grabs if they were particularly gutsy though it was rare. Sometimes these drivers won, sometimes they lost, but sometimes the payout was well worth the potential loss of ones car. But what many people wanted from Muscle Week, were the 5 Mile Races.

Now, the 5 mile races were in their own way their own event. Half the time they raced both Muscle cars and Imports together to mix it up and give anyone willing to put their life on the line the benefit of the doubt for the possibility of winning some major street notoriety that allowed them to choose the next weeks racing bracket and pricings so long as they didn't go over 4,500 dollars in American Cash (cuz most parts and cars were imported from America it was a easy trade-off to choose what happened and which types of cars raced) and this allowed for various racers the chance to get their name out in the world.

After both the Quarter Mile races and Muscle Week you had the Import Drifting Challenges. And as this was exactly what it sounded like. Drivers would bring a Import Car, and drive a course of the running winners choice and drift the course for the chance to go against the previous winner who sat out of the races until the final race between the new winner of the bracket came up against the current winner for the chance to take the number one spot and choose the next race bracket for that week. The standard entry fee was roughly 1,500-2,000 dollars and this was easily the second most popular racing choice for those who came to the races.

And then you had the final racing competition; the Cross Country Race. Racers were allowed to bring any type of car they wanted be they import, American Muscle, illegal or legal for the road or not. This race was only held at night simply because it was a full on ILLEGAL street race. The course was roughly 50 miles of nothing but speed and intuition, and the streets were never closed so if you went through a city or town and you wrecked, the only way to escape the potential capture of the police was to essentially give your life in a deadly crash-not many survived these but the turnout for those who wanted to watch these races were astronomical.

The entry fee was 5,000 American dollars, you would give up the Pink Slip to the car in your possession, and you would also pay a fee of 2,500 dollars to the winner when it was all said and done; and if you just so happened to crash, the cash went to the winner, the car when it was towed was delivered to the winners house or garage of choice for free repairs, and the next race bracket was all decided by the winner of the race. And with that, the cycle of races started over completely and brought forth new challengers and people from all over to try their luck at racing and see if they had what it took to be the best of the best.

Now, if all 4 drivers happened to crash, well the cars, cash and all other things would be put up as prizes for the next race. It led to a lot of people getting cocky and losing more than they bargained for, but the payout alone was more than enough for people to accept the challenge.

A double or nothing policy that nobody could hope to refuse. Most cars that were put up were usually worth 60-80,000 dollars, the entree fee alone was 25,000 dollars total, the winners fee was an additional 12,000-ish dollars with the added bonus of 60-80,000 dollar cars. Double that if the last group all fell out, and you have people scrambling for the number one spot to claim the prizes offered up. In total, the drivers were looking into around 400,000 dollars total from the initial race and additional 75,000 (give or take a couple grand) with the remaining balance from the second race added on. Amazing if you thought about it.

The roar of a car engine snapped Karasuba from her thoughts as she watched what could only be called a monster of an American Muscle pulled up with several other old cars that could only be called classical cars if not rare antiquities before parking in a V-formation. The lead car was a gloss black 1971 Plymouth GTX Roadrunner with silver/grey colored pinstripes lining the hood. The body and frame were lowered to the point the wheels rested partially under the fenders, and the wheels were also painted with a black/silver color paint job that must have cost a pretty penny. Hell the car alone was worth a king's ransom with it being a classic.

She had studied some cars and she would admit, she was a fan of American Muscle cars and looked into a large number of them, this monster of a car being one of them. The amount of Horsepower that could be pulled out alone was enough to rival several Muscle cars at the same time if the Plymouth was connected to like 5-6 other cars in a tug of war. The torque alone would tear any other car apart if the engine were placed in any other chassis.

The other cars were a black 1966 Pontiac GTO Convertible, a white/black 1969 Ford Mustang Fastback, a silver/black 1967 Chevrolet Camaro Z28, and a silver/blue 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle. When the cars shut off, several people climbed out of the cars. From the lead car was a young blond teenager with sapphire blue eyes and three whisker marks on his cheeks. He has his hair cut into a high fade resembling a military cut, except his long hair is swept back and slicked with gel to hold it in place. He has a tattoo of a large fox with nine tails covering the entirety of his left arm. He wears a black sleeveless shirt and grey cargo pants and a pair of leather boots while his right hand had a fingerless leather glove on it.

As for the apparent remainder of his crew that the other participants were crowding around and welcoming into the streets, there was a young man with two fang-like tattoo's on his cheeks standing next to a woman with pale lavender eyes wearing a fishnet top with a thin jacket and short shorts. After them was a dark haired teen with a ponytail similar to a porcupine standing next to a blond woman with a purple tank and short skirt and heels. The third car revealed a man that resembled the first young woman as he had long hair tied into a ponytail and he wore a white wife beater and black basketball shorts, his ride along was a young woman with dark hair tied up into two buns and she wore leather jeans and a red tank top. The final car revealed a dark haired teen with hair that was dark as night and cut short to the point the back of his hair looked like a ducks ass and his girl probably dyed her hair pink, though it went well with her emerald eyes.

"Alright, are we ready for tonight's entertainment?!" a voice called out where she saw three guys standing next to the blond teen. The onlookers were cheering and clapping as a short dark skinned teen with a dew rag on his head stepped up, "Alright, that's what I like to hear."

"Yo Tej, what's tonight's game play?" the blond teen asked with a laugh.

"Well I'm glad you asked my young friend, cuz I think this is the one everyone's been waiting for." the now named Tej spoke. He wore a white baggy shirt and white baggy shorts and socks and shoes and had a large afro(1) for a hairstyle. Looking to the other three men he motioned for them to move next to the teen, "Tonight's entertainment, ladies and gentlemen," he called out loudly, "is the weekly 5 mile race, courtesy of our reigning champ here." he told them, "As you know, your black monster is forbidden in the race, so what's your ride this round Nart?" he asked.

"I'm taking old Chevelle here, been a while since she's been on the track." the teen said.

"Well played, very nice touch for our friends here at the line watching." Tej said in agreement with the other racers. The Chevelle would give them a chance at least to win, that Plymouth was just to fast, "So as you all know, entry fee for getting in the race." he said holding out a hand, "Tonight, the fee to race my roads, is 3k even. The cops are out of town so this gives us a bit of leeway, so racers, pay up." he said to them. The teen, Nart (?) snorted as he handed over a rolled up wad of cash followed by the other three men, "Racers, there is no shame in backing out now, cuz once you get on my starting line, you can't get off til you cross my finish line as either a winner, or a loser. You crash, your car goes to the winner or to a junk yard." Tej told them.

"Now then, racers- get to your cars!" Tej announced as the four men climbed into their respective vehicles and started up the cars. There were 2 Muscle cars and two imports. The teen was obviously in the Chevelle, there was a Corvette Stingray, a Purple/Black Mitsubishi Eclipse and finally a orange/black Bugatti Veyron. All powerful cars, all rare, and equally challenging to beat.

"Good luck Naruto!" the teen with fang tattoo's cheered next to his girlfriend.

Huh, so Nart was a nickname then, how cute.

Two people ran across the roads spraying a line in front of the cars as Tej came up to the front, "Aright, let's have some fun, no dirty business, and no backing out. You quit, you pay with the ride you came in." Tej announced as he raised his hands up and pointed at each driver, questioning if they were ready, the response always being the revving or roar of an engine and the man smirked as he brought both hands up before swinging down and yelling, "GO!" starting the race.

And to Karasuba's shock, the Chevy Chevelle leapt forward with a loud and thunderous roar so loud she thought she'd gone deaf, but it wasn't the most surprising thing about the quick charge ahead. It was the fact that it had put out so much forward momentum that the front tires had ripped themselves up off the ground to perform a wheelie before coming back down forty feet after taking off. The crowd cheered loudly as the racers took off and quickly rounded the right corner and onto a open road filled with traffic. She was partially surprised, partially shocked, and equally horrified that the humans found such things entertaining to watch.

She looked at the large screen and watched as the racers gave a left turn and rounded another corner, the Chevelle having to sacrifice a lot of speed to make sure it didn't crash, drifting each corner like they were nothing.

~XxX-With Naruto-XxX~

Naruto shifted down and turned as hard he could on the wheel, grunting as he felt the front right wheel lift off the ground for a moment before he righted his car and shifted once more. Next to him,the Skyline drifted to much and nearly wrecked into a large truck but barely slid by with a screech of its tires. The traffic was nuts, and the drivers were constantly having to swerve left and right and constantly shift up and down in the gears so they wouldn't crash. Behind them, cars of nonparticipating people were wrecking into one another as the four cars raced by at high speeds, not caring about what happened behind as they focused on winning.

Naruto snorted as the Skyline hit the side of the Chevelle and shifted up while pressing down on his gas pedal, the muscle car roaring ahead to keep the lead. Behind, the Mitsubishi and Corvette were playing cat and mouse with one another as they tried to take the runner up spot, but Naruto wasn't worried about them. The driver of the Skyline was good, very good. Naruto swerved arond a semi, but this cost him his lead as the Skyline took the lead with a squeal of its tires. Passing the rig, Naruto tries pulling around, but is unable to as the Skyline swerves ahead of him and prevents him from passing.

With a grunt of annoyance, Naruto shifts another gear and pulls into the oncoming traffic. He swerves and dodges the cars easily, but to the viewing spectators it's a horror how waiting to happen, "Dead man driving!" a man yells as he points at the Chevelle. With the Skyline, the driver quickly shifts down and pulls around a semi that was blocking it and pulls alongside the trucker. Looking over to the Chevelle, the driver grimaces to himself. He didn't wanna be that guy when he wrecked. The Corvette and Mitsubishi take the opportunity to catch back up to the Skyline, fighting over third place; you know, just in case.

Pulling around a large rig, Naruto shifts down three gears and slams on his brakes while ripping the wheel to the right, the Chevelle roaring loudly, flames shooting from its exhaust from the sheer amount of torque being pushed out from its engine. Drifting into the proper lane, Naruto takes the lead once again and pulls ahead as he shifts back into the next gear. The Mitsubishi pulls around the Corvette and into second place ahead of the Skyline, the tires on the car squealing loudly as the driver swerves around several cars to try and keep up with the Chevelle.

"Damn this kid's fast." the driver said shifting gears quickly.

However, the next turn, he swerves to much and ends up running into oncoming traffic, the car driving at him smashes into the driver door, killing the racer immediately while several other cars continuously crash into the already ruined Mitsubishi, piling up one after the other. The driver of the Corvette goes wide eyed in shock, "Holy shit!" he cries out as he glances back for a mere second to see what had happened. It wasn't pretty.

The Skyline turns and pulls up behind the Chevelle while the Corvette gives chase, the three cars vying to escape the carnage. Shifting gears again, the Skyline pulls ahead of the Corvette, "Come on, let's go!" the driver boasted to himself.

Pulling up next to the Chevelle, the Skyline passes him by, but at the same time, the Corvette catches up and smashes into the side of Naruto's car the driver of the corvette smirks at him, "Nice car baby, I'll be glad to take it off your hands!" the driver taunts Naruto who simply drives on. However, he didn't like the tone of the driver and smashes his Chevelle into the Corvette's side causing it to heavily swerve as the driver curses in shock. Swerving around a car, the Corvette slams back into Naruto's Chevelle where the driver of the Corvette blows a kiss at the blond teen. Pulling away, Naruto waits and then downshifts the gear and watches as the Corvette swerves past his car and crashes through a divider in the road and off the bridge where the driver crashes into the lower road twenty feet below.

The Skyline swerves around a SUV and jumps over a small rise in the road and pulls ahead, but merely seconds later, Naruto leaps into the air and slams into the road behind the Skyline, bearing down on the lead car like a demon possessed, the engine roaring as Naruto shifted into the final gear to keep up on the straightaway. Managing to pull up alongside the Skyline, Naruto shifts into a Overdrive gear (those were rare and hard to come by for older cars) and begins to pull ahead of the Skyline. However, the two cars immediately brake and take a hard left forcing them to shift back down in gear as the make the final turn.

With a quarter-mile left to race, Naruto and his opponent quickly reach the end of their gears and rely purely on the speed they can get on the downhill road. However, the driver to the Skyline messes up.

He uses the Nos tanks to try and gain a major lead. Naruto snorts and flips a switch and presses a button, "All you challengers are nothing but a bunch of busters." and he presses two buttons on his steering wheel, the Chevelle roaring flame from its exhaust while ripping the front wheels up once again for a couple moments as the engine roars. Quickly catching up, Naruto smirks as he passes the stunned driver of the Skyline and over the finish line. Shifting down and pulling on the E-Brake,the two racers pull to a stop as the tires on their cars screech out as the vehicles come to a stop.

The spectators rush up cheering and clapping as Naruto and his opponent climb out of the cars. Naruto nods his head to the Skyline driver in respect before calling him over, "Nice race, thought I was gonna lose for a moment there." he complimented.

"Not so bad yourself, i didn't expect you to pull off such crazy stunts like you did." the man replied.

"Stay around, I gotta give something to ya." he said.

Tej walks up with a grin on his face, "Tell me you saw all that!" the man exclaims shaking his head, "You're like a cat with unlimited lives with the amount of stupid stunts you constantly pull for these things. I really need to make people starting paying me to simply come and see these things. Seriously man." he says holding up the cash and turns around, "I've got over 12 stacks for my man right here!" he says before slapping it into Naruto's hands, "That's what I'm talking about man. Play with it" he tells Naruto as he counts some of the bills.

"Yea, how bout that right there?" Naruto responds as he slaps some money into Tej's hand in response before counting off a few more bills and putting them into the Skyline drivers hand.

"Right, right, right." Tej says nodding before motioning to the share he was given and then pointing to the other portion he gave to the other racer, "Ya'll see this?" he asks holding up the money, "This is called, Mutual Respect, learn to be courteous like our boy Nart here." he says before shooing everyone away, "Now let's get on out of here before they decide to call the cops on us." he tells them.

Naruto snorts in amusement as his crew walks over, Karasuba observing from a distance as Naruto embraces the males in brotherhood while passing out some of the cash to them and was a form of respect between the four men. Their ladies understood that the four were all brothers through the bonds they shared, and it was a unbreakable one, and they too had come to accept the bond as their own. They were a family, and nothing could tear them apart. Karasuba decides to make herself known to the young man and his group as she slowly walks over, "Nice driving." she compliments Naruto causing him and his crew to pause their celebration.

Naruto nods his head, "Thanks." he responds.

"You got some skill for someone so young, where'd you learn to race like that?" she asked curiously.

"Trial and error mostly, but experience does help in teaching you to drive." Naruto says.

"Hey Nart, why not bring her along, we got plenty of space, she might make good company." the blond woman says smirking.

"Ino, quit trying to play matchmaker." the pony-tailed man she drove with sighed out, "What a drag."

"No no, it's all good, I just wanted to congratulate you on your win." she said.

Naruto shook his head, "It's all good. But she does have a point." he said, "We're gonna have a party back at my place, we've got food, booze, music, wanna hang with us for a couple hours?" he asked.

Karasuba looks uneasy, but in the end she makes up her mind.

~XxX-Present Day-XxX~

A small store stands on the corner of a street. It's not much, but it allows one small necessities; Food, Water, Alcohol, Oil & Gas. A Young woman with brown hair wearing a pink shirt that had a star on it works behind the counter. She places a sandwich on the counter and walks over to the register to ring up the price and places the cash she was handed inside. In the back, a much older Naruto Uzumaki sits with his back to the entrance eating some pizza as he watches a football game on the television. American sports weren't good, but it was all there was on at the moment.

Pausing the game Naruto gets up and walks over to the fridge and opens it to reach in and grab a beer. Returning to his seat he sighs as he opens the can and continues to watch the game. Minutes would pass and the customer left only for a annoying customer for the last couple months to pull in. Minato Sahashi. A kid with heart, but always asking stupid questions when he knew not to. Sitting down he waves at the waitress, "Hey Uzume." he greets.

"What'll it be this time, a turkey on white, the ham on wheat, or tuna on Italian?" she asks with a show of frustration.

"Well, hows the tuna?" he asks with a smirk.

"Lets see, it was horrible yesterday, horrible the day before, and yet it hasn't changed." she said.

"I'll take the tuna then." Minato says as he opens a catalog.

"No crust?" Uzume asks as the kid nods.

"Thank you." he tells Uzume.

The roaring of car engines fill the air causing the two to turn for a moment as they watch several cars drive into the parking lot. The cars in order were a red/silver 1993 Mazda RX-7, a Gold/Black 1995 Nissan Skyline GT-R R33, a blue/red 1999 Nissan Maxima A32, a white/green 1995 Volkswagen Jetta and a black 1971 Plymouth GTX Roadrunner. THe doors open and several people climb out of the cars, but noticeably was Karasuba climbing out of the red Mazda with a busty redhead while a pair of twins and a lovely ebony haired woman in a short skirt and heels.

A man that Minato had come to learn by the name of Kiba clapped his hands together, "Talk to me, Shino. This ain't working, brother." he said on a serious note.

The driver of the Skyline was notably the same driver Naruto had beaten back in 1997 and shared a piece of his winnings with, they had become good friends when they learned he and his dad ran the local mechanic shop and worked with each other ever since, "It's your fuel map. It's got a nasty hole." Shino said as Kiba opened hishood for them to get under and fidget with the engine, "That's why you're unloading in third." he said wrenching down a small part.

The dark haired male-Sasuke he believed, snorted in amusement, "Told you it was third." he said jokingly as Kiba flipped him the bird.

Shino ignored him as he worked on the car, "I'll lengthen the injector pulse a millisecond." he said as he ratcheted a screw down, "Just tune the NOS timer, you'll run nines." he explained as he finished working and closed the hood.

However, that stopped when they all noticed a specific car that had been showing up for the last month, "What's up with this fool?" Sasuke asked himself, "Is he sandwich-crazy?" he questioned as he turned to the store and noticed Uzume behind the counter cleaning up some dishes as the kid ate.

Kiba snorted, "No way. He ain't here for the food, dog." he said shaking his head in annoyance.

One of the twins walked up and stood next to Sasuke, "Chill out. He's slinging parts for Seo." she told him.

Sasuke pointed at her, "I know what he's slinging." he told her.

Kiba sighed, "He's trying to get in Uzume's pants, dog." he retorted as they entered the store.

Seeing her friends, hell she'd call them family at this point having worked with them so long, smiled as they came over to the counter, "What's up, guys?" she asked them happily.

The redheaded woman waved at her as Karasuba passed her by to go to the back, "How you doing, Uzume?" she asked her.

"Hey Matsu, how you living, girl?" Uzume greeted her.

Shino gave a wave to her, "Hey!" he greeted before snatching a bag of chips from the rack and bumped into Sasuke where they gave each other humor filled looks

Karasuba propped herself on the door and looked into the room, "Hey, Naru. You want something to drink?" she asked him, only for the short haired blond to hold up his beer to her and continue his meal.

Kiba sat in a chair next to Minato and opened a beer as Sasuke sat onthe other side and slid a ashtray over gaining the kids attention. From a nearby aisle the twins watched curiously, "Ahh~, he's beautiful." the twin dressed in a blue short skirt said holding up some shades.

"I like his haircut." her sister, dressed in a similar red outfit, joked with her.

Uzume walked over to Sasuke and called out to him, "Hey Sasuke." she greets before snapping her fingers at him, "Sasuke!" she says loudly causing him to turn to her.

Sasuke gives her a shrug, "What?" he questions.

"Can I get you anything?" she asks him.

Sasuke nods and he softly tells his friend, "You look good." while she rolls her eyes and gives him a coke to drink.

Finishing his meal,Minato stands up and places the required money on the counter, "Thanks a lot, Uzume. See you tomorrow." he tells her as he starts to leave.

Nodding her head, Uzume only responds with a single word, "Sure." as Minato leaves the store.

Sasuke shakes his head baffled by Minato's statement, "Tomorrow?" he questions heavily.

The ebony haired woman leans over to Matsu, "Oh, I love this part." she says causing the redhead to giggle.

Climbing out of his seat, Sasuke calls out to Minato, "Try Fatburger from now on. Get yourself a Double Cheese with fries for $2.95." he orders the kid.

Minato looks back with a shrug, "I like the tuna here." he answers calmly.

Sasuke snorts in frustration, "Bullshit. No one likes the tuna here." he retorts back.

"Yeah, well, I do." Minato says cockily. And that's when Sasuke reaches the breaking point and smashes a fist into Minato's face. And as per custom when two males fight, Minato reciprocates the gesture and punches Sasuke back.

Hearing the commotion outside, Karasuba turns and growls in annoyance as she watches Sasuke fighting Minato-again-in the parking lot, "Jesus Christ, Naruto! Would you get out there? I'm sick of this shit!" Karasuba yelled. When Naruto doesn't move immediately she roars, "I'm not kidding, Naruto! Get out there!" she orders him.

Naruto stands up and puts his beer down before he comes out the room and stops as he watches for a moment as Minato punches Sasuke in the gut several times before looking to Uzume, "What did you put in that sandwich?" he asks with a smirk.

Uzume gives him a glare, "That's really funny." she retorts madly.

"Naruto!" Karasuba yells at him.

Naruto sighs before nodding to the others, "All right." he says and motions for them to follow him as he rushes out his store and rips the two apart while shoving Minato into the hood of his work truck and pushing Sasuke into Shino and Kiba where they hold him as Naruto gives a glare at Minato.

Minato holds up his hands showing he was done fighting, "Hey, man. He was in my face." he tells Naruto.

"I'm in your face." Naruto states seriously, however, Sasuke lunges at Minato causing the others to push him back as Naruto turns his gaze at the man, "Relax! Don't push it! You embarrass me!" he snarled out at the man as he jabs a finger at his direction.

Shino pushes Sasuke away, his chips flying from their bag as he pushes him towards the store, "Get over there!" he tells Sasuke.

"Kiba, give me the wallet." he orders and snatches it from the man as he hold it out and opens it, "'Minato Saiken Sahashi'." he reads before looking at Minato, "Sounds like a serial killer name. Is that what you are?" Naruto asks him seriously.

Minato shakes his head, "No, man." he says as Naruto presses the wallet firmly to his chest.

"Don't come around here again." tells Minato with a stern look as he points with his free hand at his face.

As Naruto and the others walk away, Minato yells out to him, "Hey, man. This is bullshit." causing Naruto to stop and round on him.

Walking back up to him he points to the truck, "You work for Seo, right?"

"Yeah. I just started." Minato says.

"You were just fired." Naruto tells him seriously before walking back inside with the others.

XxX

Pulling into the parking lot of Seo's part store, Minato grunts in annoyance as he climbs out of the car and enters the shop. As he does,he hears Seo-the owner and manager- speaking on the phone, "Hey, Naruto. I appreciate what you did, in a big way." he tells Naruto on the other end of the call.

"Yea don't mention it, just make sure he stays out of both our shops." Naruto says politely.

Seo nods as he gives some final words, "Naruto, I owe you. Thank you." and then hangs up. Seeing Minato, Seo walks over with a glare, "Minato, you're messing with my business, my life!" he bites out angrily, "When Naruto Uzumaki drives, he's golden. Kids like you pour in. They want everything he has. Every performance part." he says seriously as he pulls him into the back office, "And guess what they pay with? They pay cash!" he says slamming the door shut.

"What did he say?" Minato asks.

Seo shakes his head, "Trust me on this, you don't want to know." Seo says pacing back and forth.

Minato pushes harder, "What did Naruto say?" he questions.

"He wants you out of here." Seo tells him.

"He wants me out of here?" Minato asks in shock.

Seo nodded, "Yes." he responds.

"And what did you say to him?" Minato asks back.

Seo snorts in frustration, "What do you think I said?" he responds, "I told him, "Good help is hard to find." and I say it with reason." he tells Minato.

Minato holds up a hand and waves it at his boss, "Seo! Relax." he tells him.

Seo shakes his head, "You don't get it do you?" he asks the kid, "Naruto Uzumaki literally built half this city on his own. He went from illegal street racing to savior of the town. He literally handed me the money for this shop and said run it how I saw fit. I was a bum on a couch working a new job every week until he came by and saw me living on a street corner." he says angrily, "He literally gave me my life back when I had nothing. He hosts charity events for those who need food, shelter and other things that they normally can't get for extremely low prices. Concerts are paid for by his dime for people to come out and have a good time." he tells Minato.

"He works with the police themselves to host racing competitions for a few orphanages across the country and military tribute. He himself races some of the best damn cars ever pulled off the lot. He gets a small cut of the events money; which is a lot mind you, to prepare for the next one. So when you piss him off, you piss off half the damn city!" Seo yells, "And you going into his personal store, and starting fights with his crew, his family, while you work under my dime, puts me under a bad light." he tells Minato, "Hell, even M.B.I wants Naruto to work for them but he always tells them he works for the people and not a major corporation." Seo says waving his hand around angrily, "So yes, I am going to fire you, because you keep on pulling these stupid stunts." he tells Minato.

"What!?" Minato yells out, "But I didn't even start the fight!" he tells Seo.

"It doesn't matter if you started it or not!" Seo calls back, "When you piss off Naruto Uzumaki, and force him to break up a fight in his stores parking lot, you generally piss off the second most powerful man in the city. Besides, like I said, without him, I'd be a bum on the couch or curb, and I owe him for saving my life." Seo says calmly, "You're done, turn in your workers badge and get out of my store." he tells Minato holding out his hand for the keys to his truck and Minato's worker Id.

~XxX-Naruto's Store-XxX~

"Did you really have to call Seo and have him fire that kid?" the woman in a purple skirt asked him.

Naruto snorts, "I do when I'm constantly having to break his fight up in my parking lot. This is what, the fifth time I've had to do it?" he asks her.

"Yea, but he never starts it." Karasuba says.

"Karasuba, you know as well as I do that he is after something we have, that we more than likely don't or may have without our knowledge. Kazehana, just cuz I called Seo and said fire him doesn't mean he has to listen to my request." he says looking between the two women.

"I mean, Kazehana and Karasuba are right Naruto, doing that to Minato wasn't that kindof you." Matsu said.

Naruto snorts, "Now tell me when I have ever been nice to anyone causing us trouble?"he asks in amusement.

"Several times actually." one of the twins answers him.

"Oh yea, which time?" he asks her.

"There was that one time you helped that one robber turn his life around when he tried robbing us." her sister said, "I mean sure you kicked his ass three ways to sunday, but when it was all said and done you sat him down and had a heart to heart with him before he called the cops on himself." she said.

"Hibiki and Hikari are right, you may have a mean streak to you, but you also help a lot of people when you don't have to." Uzume says to him.

"Of course I help people, if I didn't there'd be chaos in the streets and M.B.I would own all of you like some cheap prostitutes, not that any of you are." Naruto says to them with a shrug.

"Naruto, when you winged me back at that race party you were hosting, you said you were gonna help change this country for the better, and in some ways you have. But getting a kid fired from a good job like working for Seo isn't like you." Karasuba told him.

"No, it isn't, cuz I have something better in mind for him." Naruto said causing the women to do a double take, "Next week, is the Import Drifting Competition up the Mountain. The people will be paying top dollar to watch me race the mountain against Vincent who has been winning nonstop the last two weeks. With that in mind, I plan on sending out the message that all racers can bring their cars and do the Quarter Mile Drifts with a entry fee of 2k a driver. I had Shino do a bit of digging into Minato, and I learned some interesting things." he said drinking his beer.

"Like what?"Karasuba asked with a raised brow.

"He's Takami's boy. Remember her, she works as the S-I-C for that fool Minaka for his so called game, but seeing as none of you are committed to the game like our friendly neighbor Miya, he can't exactly call us participant when all the single digits don't fight for his so called 'Age of the Gods' to amuse him. With this upcoming race, I know that from Seo, this Minato Kid has a overpowered 1997 Mazda RX-7 and doesn't know how to properly race. I have set it up that when I finish my race, the Quarter Mile Drift is after the Mountain race and plan to participate in the final race. The final race is a Pink-slip race with the last racer has to give up their car."

"With this kid being so inexperienced, I can use my victory over him to bring him in. I just have to beat it into Sasuke's thick skull for it to happen right."

"You bring in any more strays, and you'll be out of a house and home." Uzume snickers.

"I brought all of you plus Akitsu, Tsukiumi, Kusano and Miya in didn't I?" he asked.

"Yea, but that's because we wanted no part in this game Minaka concocted." Karasuba said as she took Naruto's beer and finished it before sitting in his lap, "Now,how bout you take us into the back and show us why we chose you as our Ashikabi." she said sultrily.

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