Dedication: To Schwarz, who bugged me for this (hehe ^^ but I enjoyed writing it!), Fumi, who gave me the idea, and HY, who’s a Nishi fan too and nearly strangled me to death for making him …… ^_^

Track 1: The Race

“Damn it, I’m not your fucking toy!”

The front door of the Kiratachi mansion slammed as a tall guy of 16 with shoulder-length messy brown hair, clad in a half unbuttoned black shirt stormed out.

He headed straight to where a variety of cars was parked and snatched the keys from a stuttering attendant. Pulling open the door of a red Supra (extremely cool sports car), and started the engine. He backed the car into reverse out of the lot and speeded towards the huge iron wrought gates, which slid open just in time to allow the car out.

Lighting a cigarette, he drove at a steady 150 mph as his eyebrows furrowed in anger at his conversation with his father.

Screeching to a stop outside a pub where similar, expensive sports cars were parked, he got out and stepped into the entrance, to be greeted by a wave of hard rock music, and multicolored neon lights flashing above the dance floor of feverish shadowed bodies.

“Kiratachi, yo!” Someone waved at him from a corner.

He walked over to where a group of guys were getting raucous over the serving girl. Sliding into the seat beside the guy who waved him, Tatsuha, he ordered a beer.

“Look! It’s Nishihara Kiratachi!” Some girls from nearby tables whispered excitedly.

“He’s with those other millionaires! Oo-h, I’m so glad I decided to come! I’m gonna die!”

“Told ya it was worth it! Not to mention that group’s one of the coolest around!”

“Fucked up with your dad again?” Tatsuha flicked the ash from his cigarette amusedly.

“Shut up.” Nishihara reached for his newly-arrived mug and downed half of it in a gulp. “I came here to relax, not to hear you crap, Tatsu.”

Tatsuha grinned and was about to retort when a hushed silence fell upon their table as another group approached them.

“House troubles, Daddy boy?” a guy with sunglasses and a skull necklace, wearing a sleeveless black shirt mocked, as his followers snickered from behind him.

Nishihara’s fingers clenched the mug tightly, and he would have thrown the contents at that guy’s face when Tatsuha’s bored silky voice chirped, “At least we don’t have girl troubles like you do with that face, Hosaka.”

Hosaka’s face distorted into a frown as he slammed his hand hard onto the table.

“I wasn’t talking to ya, sucker.”

“You admit huh?”

Hosaka turned away from Tatsuha and instead grinned slyly into Nishihara’s face.

“New car, Kiratachi. I’ve got a new one too. Whaddya’ say to a test drive, eh? One-on-one.”

“We already know we can win you—“ Tatsuha began.

“Shut up, Tatsu.”

“Yeah shut up Tatsu-kun.” Hosaka said.

“Why, you—“ Tatsuha got up angrily, but someone beside him got up too and stopped Tatsuha.

“What are you waiting for?” Nishihara marched out, followed by a dazed Tatsuha.

“Why are we even entertaining the guy?” He hissed, getting into the Supra.

“I’m in the mood for a race.” Nishihara answered lightly as he gunned the engine and headed for their usual race place.

“Oh yeah, right, I’m in the mood to crash.” Tatsuha mocked. “You’re upset, man.”

“You’re good, but you talk way too much Tatsu.” Nishihara groaned. “Now get the hell out.”

“Fine, fine. It’s your car…. By the way when did you get this baby?” Tatsuha asked in surprise as he got out and fingered the gleaming red hood.

“Not mine.” Nishihara grinned just as a silver-Porsche 911 Carrera GT pulled up beside him. Hosaka’s taunting face peered through.

“Twin turbo engine, going at 612 bhp, super suspension grip, over 205 mph for top speed as opposed to yer Supra there. Ya sure ya don’t wanna back out? That’s way too fast for yer wheels, kid.”

“Unlike you, I don’t need accessories to mask my weaknesses. I have none.” Nishihara answered coolly, staring straight ahead for the flags to wave down.

Hosaka spat and turned back to the screen, but he was still grinning. A malicious grin. “You’ll pay for this, Kiratachi.” He whispered.

Just then the flags waved signaling that the race had started, and the two cars zipped past each other as they went through a series of turns down the highway.

The red Supra’s headlights gleamed brightly as it swerved and got ahead of the Porsche by a second.  The silver Porsche’s engine blared as the driver stepped hard on the accelerator and zipped past the Supra. At the split of the second when the two cars was side-by side, the Porsche swerved to knock the Supra to the side before speeding off.

Feeling the car skid and lose balance, Nishihara maneuvered the wheel, his knuckles clenched white as he focused his energy into keeping the car in balance. When the car was finally righted, he had lost about 6 seconds of race-time, and it would take hard accelerating all the way to even catch up with the Porsche’s red taillights.

“Bastard.” He muttered, stomping on the accelerator even as he made a turn.

Just then, he noticed a shadowy something step off the pavement and onto the road. It was when it stood in the middle of the road that he realized was a girl, with the help of the sole streetlamp.

“Dammit, get out of there bitch!” He yelled out of the window in horror as he stepped hard on the brakes.

Nothing happened. He stepped again and looked at the meter. It was still at 190 mph, the needle moving slowly to 200.

“Dammit, the brakes are shot!”

Just as the car was within five feet of the horrified girl who stood frozen to the ground, he swerved the Supra hard off the road.

The red Supra spun around in circles before it skidded off the road and crashed into a huge oak tree