Hashiriya (Volume 4): Final Chapter & Epilogue Posted! (31/7/11)

[Daniel]

If it's 8PM GMT on Friday or Saturday, that's perfect for me. I had to get up fairly early for Super's meet

 

[DK]

Chapter 7 - Test Drive​

Date: May 9th, 2011
Location: Tokyo, Japan

My phone rang. My choice of ringtone puzzled Seiichi.
"Is that Paramore?"
"No, it's 'Na Na Na' by My Chemical Romance."
"Aren't they that really emo band?"
"Pfft. You obviously don't keep up to date with rock music, do you?"
"I think of My Chemical Romance as more alternative than rock."
"Why, because that's what genre Gran Turismo 5 lists them under?"
"Yes! How did you know?"
"Well, I've played it at your company's office when I was bored."
"Right. Aren't you going to answer your phone?"
I picked up my phone, pressed the "Answer" button and held it to my ear.
"Mushi mushi?"
"That's Japanese for hello, right? When you're using the phone?"
"Yeah, it is. Why are you calling, David?"
"I'm interested in seeing how you're getting on with your new car."
"I called my brother about it this morning. The thing is, it was night-time in Monaco. He was at Red Bull's motorhome."
"What did he think?"
"He thought that 1.6 million was really expensive for a Sileighty."
"So, what do you think of the Sileighty?"
"I haven't really had the chance to test it yet."
"Are there any differences between it and your S15?"
I sighed. I still miss my Silvia.
"It feels a bit slower compared to it. How much horsepower did it have?"
"About 220hp."
"Maybe my brother was right about me being ripped off..."
"Well, there's a race in about an hour taking place at the Tokyo Bay Karting Centre. The prize is 600,000 yen."
"Well, I have to find some way to pay my sister-in-law back."
"I'll meet you there, then? At 6:30pm?"
"OK, but just one thing, David."
"What?"
"This isn't a date."
David chuckled as I hung up.

*-----*​

Two men sat on the bonnet of a Honda NSX behind a metal guard wall.
"Yamada-san, this sure is a nice NSX."
"Thank you, Kimura-san. It is a used car."
"Looks too nice to be a used car."
Yamada-san chuckled. "Some people care so much for their cars. That's why this car cost 6.5 million yen."
"Still, this seems a bit too much for the touges."
"Which is why I use my DC5 there instead."
"I take it you follow Colin Chapman's motto of 'performance through lightweight,' then?"
"True, I've drilled the pedals of this NSX and I've fitted lightweight substitute parts for everything in the cockpit."
"Cockpit? This isn't a F-16 fighter jet!"
"And nor is a Formula 1 car, but they still use the term 'cockpit' when referring to where the driver sits."
Yamada-san looked at his watch. "Well, Kimura-san, I must go, the race is about to start." Yamada-san got into his car, buckled himself into his seat and drove to the grid.

"Man, this is such a tight grid!"
"This is a karting track. Normally when road cars race here, the drivers use Kei cars. Full-sized cars are a rarity."
"I bet that guy in the black Charger is going to have issues."
David chuckled. "I heard Chargers can't brake for 🤬."

We lurched backwards as the starting horn sounded.
"Those tyres are screaming!"
I eased off the throttle for a second.

"Don't worry about this, Miyu. They have more horsepower."
"What is the grade of this car's tyres?"
"I think these are S2-grade Bridgestones, but I'm not really sure."

"Wait a minute!" protested the owner of the N1 Skyline. "This is a Skyline GT-R!!!"
"Damned Skyline owners...they think they own the road..."
"Didn't you tell me your brother has one?"
"There are exceptions to the rule, David."

"Oh, this is jolly rotten!" said the driver of the Jensen.
"What is that?"
"An old English car called the Jensen Healey Interceptor."

"Gah! I'm being beaten by a freak on wheels!" yelled the Corvette's driver.

"An RX-7? I'm really frying some big fish!"
"Damn it," said the RX-7's driver, "This damned go-kart track is not suiting my RX-7..."

"GOD 🤬 DAMN IT!!! DAMNED RICER!!!" screamed the driver of the Charger. He was so loud, I could actually hear him scream.
"He needs to take a chill pill."

"Oh crap," said the owner of the Skyline, "it's that demonic Sileighty my team-mate in the N1 Skyline radioed me about!"

"Damn it! Losing to a Sileighty!" yelled the owner of the Evo VI. "I thought this wasn't Initial D!"
"I had no idea, Miyu, that this car was this fast!"
"It's a go-kart track," I replied. "Power is neutralised here. It's more about handling."

"Oh, another R34! Time to pull off a hat-trick!"

"Hi there!"
"Isn't there a rule about passing inside of the white line?!"

"Damn, I'm done!"
"Thank you!"
Oh my God. This girl...she's really going balls-out here! She makes Kamui Kobayashi look sane!

"I've passed Evos before, and you're no different."
"Gah! Leave me alone! Go away!"

"You think you can beat me! This is an Evo 7, and it's much better than the Evo 6!"
Just then, the driver of the red Evo 6 I had just passed radioed in to his fellow Evo driver. "Oh really? My car's fuel tank is able to carry more than a few kilometres' worth of a fuel..."

"Damn you!"
"See ya, I've a leader to catch!"

"Miyu, careful! The owners of this track aren't very nice when you damage the barriers..."

I then floored it and drifted through the next corner. David looked as if he was about to crap himself.
"What's the matter? Never been sideways?"
"I have, but you're doing it in a completely insane way!"

"Pah..." muttered the driver of the Evo 7, "just another driftnut in a Sileighty..."

"I see him!"

"I can't make out what kind of car he has from here..."
I know it's a Honda. But if I say that, she'll drive angry. And she'll put us in a wall.

Just tuck it in here...
"You're using a very elementary style of cornering, Miyu."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, you're choosing the shortest route. But you're also hitting the apex, which is good."

"Is that...a Honda?!"
"Miyu, stay calm!"
David rummaged through my glove box. "There has to be calming music here!" After a few seconds, he gave up and switched on the radio, and tuned to a dance music station.
"Dance music?! That's crap!"
"Actually, this is trance. Do you feel calmer?"
"Meh...sort of..."

She has really good throttle control. She's not just slamming the accelerator.

"Hmm..." said the driver of the NSX. "Wasn't this Sileighty at the back of the grid at the start?"

"Oh, a pass around the inside? This is no ordinary Sileighty I'm racing against!" remarked the NSX's driver.
"Come on, Sileighty!"

"I'm finished," admitted the NSX's driver. "A good car coupled with a good driver. She's not just some random driftnut."

I collapsed back into my seat as I crossed the line.
"Blitzing the field, huh? You really are Hiroto Matsuda's sister..."
"I know, I can't believe he would do his crazy overtakes at Monaco!"

When we picked up our prize, I was tapped on the shoulder.
"Good race," said a man in overalls with Spoon, Honda and Mugen logos all over it. "I'm the guy in the NSX."
"So I figured."
"I take it David here was your co-driver."
"I had no idea you were here, Yamada."
Yamada shrugged his shoulders. "The touges get boring," he replied.
"Excuse me, but how do you guys know each other?"
"We used to be colleagues at a car dealership, until I became a full-time racer. David here is still a part-time racer," answered Yamada.
My phone rang. "I'll let you continue your little reunion here." I answered my phone. "Mushi mushi?"
"Hey, have you forgotten already?" asked Akiko.
"What?"
"Daisuke's racing tonight, at Special Stage Route 5!"
"Crap, I forgot! When is it?"
"9:30pm, so you have two hours."
"Right, I guess I have to go now!" I hung up after saying goodbye, and drove off in the direction of Special Stage Route 5. I had left plenty of time to provide for the inevitable traffic of Tokyo's city centre.

 

[Ryou]

Yep, Kei cars fit perfectly on these tracks . Nice chapter, by the way.

 

[Zhu8]

If you want a extra driver, I'm in.

 

[Daniel]

There's so many Davids in these stories. My one's (which I really need to post the next chapter up) main character has a cousin called David , YARC's main character is a David, and now there's a David here
Nice story, I laughed about the musics (MCR & Dance Music).

 

[Zach]

Love it! This story is getting AWESOME!

 

[Otsdarva]

Great race, very nice job! Can't wait for the next chapter!

 

[phil bell]

yamada...sounds like the time attack driver Tarzan Yamada

 

[DK]

Chapter 8 - Grudge Match​

Location: Tokyo, Japan
Date: May 9th, 2011

I parked my Sileighty in SSR5's parking lot. I went to the paddock to find Akiko. She was there, and she was accompanied by Seiichi, Keisuke and Mayumi.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
Mayumi said, "Considering Daisuke is leading a race, I'd say my heart rate is up."
"Exciting, isn't it?" asked Keisuke.
"How do you know he's leading?"
"Oh, I set up a live video feed in his car," answered Seiichi.
I remember seeing Seiichi and Daisuke's Evo in the parking lot.
"What's he driving? Isn't your Evo in the parking lot?" I asked.
"He's driving a..."
Seiichi interrupted Mayumi. "Hang on, he's coming around the last corner!"
We crowded around Seiichi's laptop.

I heard two exhausts.
"Seiichi, is there any angle that shows what's behind Daisuke?"
"Sure, I'll just open a small window in the corner."
"Is that a Renault Megane?"
"Yes."
"What is Daisuke driving?"
"He's driving a Mitsubishi Mirage Cyborg ZR."
"Or the Colt as it's known as in Europe."

We cheered as Daisuke crossed the finish line. Seiichi congratulated Daisuke through his headset.
"Great race, Daisuke!"
Akiko was then given the headset. "I guess your training is really paying off, huh?"
"You've really trained him well, haven't you Akiko?"
Akiko giggled at my remark.
"I should also say that me and him have practiced for hours on Gran Turismo 5."
I then heard tyres screech. A white Honda Civic FD sedan appeared in the pits. Three people got out. I instantly recognised them.
Type R Titans.
"I know I could smell rats from here..." said someone who was obviously a goon.
"Yeah, are we interrupting a tender moment here?" asked another goon mockingly.
"I think it's cute. I mean, I hate gay people, but it's like...duh...what's the word for something that is right in front of you..."
"Obvious. The word is obvious, you brain-dead retard," said Hawk coldly. "And yes...this does seem like quite a gay moment."
Daisuke arrived in the pits. Oh crap, the Titans are here. I heard his engine start up again.
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE, DAISUKE NOMURA!!!" barked Hawk. We all froze in fear, even Hawk's goons. Hawk approached the Mirage. Daisuke stepped out.

I looked at Daisuke. I saw no fear in his eyes.
"Yes? Is there something you wanted?" asked Daisuke. His voice was unwavering, and didn't sound in any way fearful.
"So...your bitch seems to be awake."
"I'm sorry, but Miyu is not my 'bitch'."
At least he's standing up for me.
"I take it Scar has the money."
"What?"
They looked at me.
I said that out loud, didn't I?
"You do remember the stakes in your race against Scar? 3 million yen?"
"I WON AGAINST HIM!!!"
"You crashed. You crashed because women can't drive."
Mayumi jumped into the fight. "What about me, huh? Vice President of the 3 Diamonds racing team!"
"Your argument is invalid, because you mentioned that," he then raised his voice so Keisuke could hear, "PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A RACING TEAM!!!"
Keisuke came to Mayumi's defence. "You're just saying that because she beat you."
"At what, a sandwich-making competition?"
"Can a crap driver lap Tsukuba in 1 minute in an Evo VI with 350hp and a new suspension?"
Don't try, Mayumi. This asshole is deaf to logical arguments.
"How about we settle this? Let's have a one lap race of Special Stage Route 5!"
Hawk and his goons cackled. "And what's the wager?"
"3 million yen."
"That's exactly the amount that this dumb bitch here lost. I guess you want to double your losses. And let's add in an extra stipulation." He then leered at me suggestively.
"NO WAY!!! I'M NOT GOING TO BE YOUR BITCH!!!"
"Then I guess we can't race, then."
I thought about this situation. "Fine," I said. "You can have your race."

*---*​

"Any info on Hawk's Civic?"
"He had to rebuild it after your little duel with him on Route 7. The engine has had to be replaced, as well as the suspension."
"How much power to you think he has?"
"Easily something like 220 or 230hp. He wouldn't have the money to totally tune the engine to its predecessor's former glory."
I almost dropped dead with shock. "Great, my life is ruined. I'm probably going to get AIDS or some other disease from him tonight."
"There is hope."
"What?"
"Daisuke was using a restrictor plate on his Mirage. It was producing about 150hp in that race, because he was using an aftermarket suspension kit. And, he's using S3-grade tyres now."

The engines of the 2 cars started up.
"This time, Hawk, I'm ready. You will not humiliate me or Seiichi ever again!"
Please, Daisuke, win this race.

GO!!!
The front tyres of both cars squealed as the race started.

"What the 🤬? That Mitsubishi is keeping up with me!"
"Our power-to-weight ratios must be similar. I'm glad I replaced some parts with lightweight substitutes."

I went back to Seiichi and his laptop.
"Crap, he took the same wide line through that turn again!"

Come on Daisuke...do this for Seiichi and Miyu!

"What the 🤬? I can't shake this 🤬!"

"NO!!! UNDERSTEER!!!"
This is my chance.

Crap, I can't get ahead!
"🤬 OFF!!!"

"I'm in your slipstream now!"

"Do you think I'll give up so easy?"

"TAKE THAT!!! EAT WALL, BITCH!!!"
Everyone around the laptop gasped.
"No...please...Daisuke...don't lose..."

"Is that all you have? Ever thought of actually using driver skill? My newest B-Spec driver in GT5 can drive better than you! An average "Juiced 2" player can drive better than you!"

"I guess I'm not done here..."

"Come on Mirage!"

"Come on, Daisuke, push harder!"

"COME AT ME! COME 🤬 AT ME!!!"

"NO!!! NOT 🤬 UNDERSTEER!!!"

"YES!!! I'm on the inside!"
There was loud cheering from us in the pits.

*SCREEEEEEEEEECH!!!*
Hawk smashed into Daisuke's Mirage.

"Don't worry, guys, I'm OK."
Hawk swerved again, but this time failed to hit Daisuke.

But, just at Turn 12, Hawk smashed into Daisuke again.
"GODDAMMIT!!! And I thought Halo hackers and X2010 drivers were bad cheaters!"

I breathed a sigh of relief when Daisuke managed to correct the potential spin.
"What the 🤬 am I racing against?" asked Hawk fearfully.

"I'm not afraid of you, Hawk. You're just a bully, and I can deal with them quite easily."

"Such speed...such agility...I...just don't believe my eyes..."

"Akiko, how is Daisuke winning?"
"Why, are you shocked?"
"Yes, I am."
"Hawk has probably never been taught how to race. He only knows basic driving skills and some unsavoury tactics."
"Well, that much is obvious."

"Hold on! Hawk's making a move!"
"I can't watch!"
Hawk edged closer and closer.
"COME ON DAISUKE!!!"
"Come on, the finish line is almost there!"
Then, everything went silent. I still had my eyes shut tightly.
"Oh my God..."
"I don't believe it..."
"He was so close..."

"WOO-HOO!!!" cheered Daisuke.
The goons gasped.
"I think we gotta get out of here..."
They ran for the exit.

Hawk threw the cash at Daisuke's face.
"I hope you're happy, you 🤬 retard!!!"
He was shaking, but I couldn't tell why.
Is it anger? Is it fear?
He went back to his car. He hit his head against his steering wheel repeatedly.
I've 🤬 up. Scar will show no mercy for me.
Daisuke turned to me. "Miyu, I believe this is yours." He handed me the money that Hawk threw at him. "I'm sorry if I offended you by giving these bastards your money."
"Daisuke, can I've a word in private?"
"Sure." We got inside his Mirage.
"Why did you give them my money?"
Daisuke sighed. "It was a few minutes after I heard about your crash on Tokyo R246. I heard loud knocking on my door. Scar and Hawk barged in. Scar told me you owed him money. He held a knife to my face. I went into your room, and gave them the cash you won from him."
"I don't remember having cash in my room..."
"Has that crash affected your memory?"
"I think so...I actually can't remember the flavour of air freshener I used in my S15. It was something I always remembered."
After returning to my Sileighty, I rang Kazumi.
"Miyu, this isn't a good time."
"Am I interrupting something?"
"You could say that..."
I heard Hiroto in the background. "Who's that?" he asked.
"It's Miyu," she answered. "What's this call about?" she asked.
"I have the money I owe you."
"Great, can you transfer it to my bank account?"
"Sure, no problem. Bye!"

*-----*​

Scar was angry.
"So, Hawk, what made you decide to visit the geek?"
"You told me..."
"I told you where he was. I told you to use your own discretion if you wanted to visit him."
"I'm sorry...I tried my best..."
"Horse 🤬. If you tried, you would've demolished him."
"It's not my fault my Civic had to have its engine replaced!"
"No, it is. You drove like a retard."
"I won't fail you again, Scar!"
Scar stared at his cup of coffee. "You know what? I think you weren't awake." He splashed the steaming hot coffee in Hawk's face.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Hawk clutched his face in pain.
"Wake up and smell the coffee, Hawk. It's obvious that you aren't good enough."
He turned to the goons. "Gentlemen, I want you to contact Shingo and Kuro. As much as I hate their cars, any enemies of our enemies are our potential allies." Scar turned back to Hawk. He flicked open his switchblade.
"I know what you're going to do."
"You must be punished. You blew an easy victory. And that deserves the 'retard stamp'."
He then carved "遅らせる" (retard) into Hawk's right arm. By the time Scar was done, Hawk had passed out from the pain.

SPECIAL GUEST: apokalipse as Hawk! 👍

 

[Ryou]

Great chapter 👍, great "Acting" Apokalipse

 

[Apok]

For some reason I knew what was going to happen in that race. I knew where the dirty racing was going to be. Odd...


Oh wait

And thank you SuperGTRacer it is my speciality to drive like that...

err uhm...
I mean it was very hard to drive like that. I never drive dirty.

 

[Otsdarva]

LoL Very good chapter guys, great work!

 

[DK]

Hiring again!

The next chapter features a race that can't be done in GT5's A-Spec mode. As a result, I'm going to need some volunteers.

What cars do I need?
There will be two cars needed. They will both be Subaru Imprezas. They can be from any year, but one will have to be yellow and the other will have to be black. To avoid confusion, I will post who is driving which car just below:

• Black Subaru - Daniel
• Yellow Subaru - Apokalipse

The Subarus must also have a PP rating of around 450 to 480.
When will you open the Lounge for this to take place?
I am looking at opening a Lounge at 8pm GMT on Saturday, March 5th. I think that this time would suit most potential volunteers.

What else would I need?
I would advise you to have a mic, so we can communicate better. Typing does take a hell of a lot longer than speaking. You would also need to add me (my PSN = driftking18594) if you haven't done so already.

Anything in it for me?
Your name will be featured in the credits of the story.

 

[Apok]

I am in!
Enjoyed driving the civic last time even though it was just one race and that's it.

 

[Zach]

I'm in 👍 However, no mic. I have a keyboard. Can it be on Friday 8pm GMT? It'll be Saturday 4am then, for me. It's my birthday weekend, do apologise. I'll be Yellow!

 

[Daniel]

I've got an Impreza, although it's a Standard one. I can sub for Zach or Maj if one of them pull out 👍

 

[DK]

Right, thanks for your help guys. I should also mention that the tyre limit will be Sports Softs, and that the track we'll be using is a track I created. I'll have it set to online at about 6pm GMT so you guys can practice on it.

 

[DK]

Chapter 9 - Buzzing Hornets​

Date: May 23rd, 201
Location: Tokyo, Japan

Scar sat on the bonnet of his Civic. He lit up a cigarette. He smoked since he was 14.

He then heard two loud exhausts.
Those bastards are late.
2 Impreza sedans, a yellow one from 2002 and a black one from 2010 parked up in front of Scar.
"I thought I said 8:30? I have 🤬 to do at night."
"My dearest 🤬 apologies. We have lives too, and they involve hot chicks and nightclubs," said Shingo Ukayama.
"Let's get to business, Shingo and Kuro. A red Evo V has been seen heading to Nisumo Plains, which I believe you two used to visit a few years back. It's being followed by a few more Evos, and a red Sileighty."
"Great...another drift punk..." muttered Kuro Hizokama.
"They'll probably be near that PD Oil petrol station on Route 231. I want you to beat the Evo, and the Sileighty. Or is that too much for Route 231's ex-fastest Impreza drivers?"
"We're getting paid, right?"
"Your winnings will be your reward."
"Touge racers don't race for cash."
"On the contrary, the Evo's driver is rich. And the little bitch in the Sileighty isn't a hobo either."
Kuro and Shingo burst out laughing. "I'm sorry...a chick? Chicks are only good at cleaning, cooking and-"
"I know what the last word is. Just pummel that Sileighty into the ground using any means necessary. Got that?"
Kuro and Shingo returned to their Imprezas. They set off for Nisumo Plains.

Location: Nisumo Plains, Japan (near Tokyo)

Nisumo Plains isn't a real place, I just came up with a random Japanese word from Google Translate. Try and guess what it means in English.

"Oh, back again?" asked the shop assistant in the petrol station.
"No, it's not for me, it's for..." I look around for Seiichi.
"I can't believe they don't have it!" exclaimed Seiichi.
"What?"
"Miyu, they don't have CyberVerse's latest edition!"
"This is a - no offence, Ms. Shop Assistant - rural petrol station. Do you think they'll have a magazine about online PC games?"
"You should realise we're just a 20 minute drive from Tokyo. We're not that rural."
Mayumi, the 3 Diamonds Vice President, entered the store.
"20 litres of your highest-octane fuel, please."
"You kids are lucky we don't call the cops," replied the shop assistant. "You bring in a lot of money on Saturday nights."
Yamada-san, the guy I beat at that karting track in Tokyo, entered soon after.
"Do you have the latest edition of GT Life magazine? I heard they have a feature on tuning that I might be interested in."

"Sorry, Yamada-san, but we don't stock that magazine. You come in here every Saturday night asking if we have it, and we don't."
"Fine. I'll just get this Coke, then."
"Fascinating, isn't it?"
"What?"
"The spirit of co-operation. Two racing teams, 3 Diamonds and Ember Spirit, just hanging out, all in the spirit of friendly competition."
"Who names their team Ember Spirit, anyway?"
"Maybe it's because their cars' colours are bright, like embers."

Seiichi set off for another lap.
"Impressive, isn't he? He's only done about 12 laps and he knows this track so well. He reminds me of that brother of yours."

Yamada-san got into his Integra.
"I've got to go. I have an early morning tomorrow."
"What for?"
"My brother's wedding. I guess I'll see you around."
The exhaust belched as Yamada-san set off. I got back into my car, and did another lap of the course.
When I returned, I saw two sets of headlights pull into the petrol station.

"Hey, Mayumi, is that Impreza from around here?" I asked.
"I don't think so...it's not an Ember Spirit car, anyway."

"Wow! A brand new Impreza WRX Sedan!"
Mayumi was unimpressed. "My Evo can still beat it..." she muttered.
The drivers got out and entered the store. An Ember Spirit member approached us.
"Do you know who they are?" he asked. "They're the Hornets!"
"Hornets?"
"Named so because one car is black and the other is yellow. They used to be in Team Pleiades, a Subaru club."
Mayumi smiled and looked at the ground. "We used to have such awesome duels against each other..."
Seiichi looked scared.
"Seiichi? What's wrong?"
"I know them. From high school."
"Did they bully you?"
Seiichi sighed. "Yes. But it was a long downward spiral."
"How did it start?"
"When me and Daisuke were starting our final year of high school, we were quite normal. We were well-integrated into the school's social life. We were healthy-looking guys. But then..."
"Then what?"
"Our girlfriends at the time dumped us within days of each other. We felt depressed, and we both took it really hard. Daisuke had no appetite and his weight plummeted. My weight shot up as I took up comfort eating. And that just made it worse.
"How did it make it worse?"
"We became social pariahs. We shut ourselves away from the world. Then, the bombshell dropped."
"What bombshell?"
"We were dumped for Shingo and Kuro. Two womanizers who go through women as quick as I go through pots of microwaveable noodles. They started taunting us about it. We felt even worse about ourselves. I spent my evenings in Burger King to forget my troubles. Daisuke started starving himself. He'd go a day without eating, and skipped meals on days when he did eat. And the bullying just got worse and worse. We were relieved when Graduation Day came."
"Why couldn't you fight back?"
"We were demoralised. We could've easily hacked into their computers, but we just didn't have the will to do anything."
Kuro and Shingo emerged from the store. They recognised Seiichi.
"Hey! Tubby! Tubby! Tubby want a Dorito?" said Kuro. Kuro tossed the packet of Doritos at Seiichi. Seiichi took deep breaths.
"What's the matter?" asked Shingo in a faked, sympathetic tone. "Did you drop your fatty pizza slice?"
"Leave him alone!" I yelled.
Kuro and Shingo burst into laughter.
"She's serious! What's Seiichi ever done to you?" added Mayumi.
"Exist," answered Kuro.
"Breathe our air," answered Shingo.
"Leave...me...alone..." said Seiichi through gritted teeth.
"What's wrong, you fat, nerdy freak? Are you gonna cry?" Kuro then mimed wiping his eyes. "Does the baby want his mama?"
Seiichi then lunged at Kuro. Kuro dodged and Seiichi fell flat on his face. Kuro and Shingo laughed to the point of breathlessness. Kuro then slapped Seiichi's face lightly and repeatedly.
Screw it. I'm going to do it.
"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU MAKING FUN OF SEIICHI! WE CHALLENGE YOU TO A RACE!"
Kuro and Shingo resumed laughing. "Suzuki-san was talking about a red Evo V...I didn't know this sorry lump of lard was driving it!"
"And what's your car, ginger bitch?"
"Don't tell me...you're that Sileighty driftnut? You want to go sideways through each corner because you're some little Takumi Fujiwara wannabe!"
Seiichi, with a look of deathly seriousness, looked his old enemies in the eye. "We will race you. I will race first, and take the reverse direction. Each driver puts up 1 million yen."
"I don't have 1 million..."
"Then...we race for PINK SLIPS!!!"
Seiichi was frozen in shock. "Pink...slips...?"
"Backing out already, baby?"
"I'm not backing out. We race for pink slips, agreed?"
"With one extra condition. You win, you get our cars. But if either if you guys lose..."
Shingo held up his Samsung Galaxy S. "Seiichi wears a diaper, and we put the pictures on Facebook."
"OK, only if that if we win both races, you two have to be our servants for the next month."
"Uh...we have jobs?!"
"OK then...every weekend until the end of August!"
"Get them to bake an apology cake, too."
"Yeah, that too."
"You're gonna regret this, Seiichi Oka."
Shingo and Kuro returned to their cars.
"I guess I have to go to the start line, then."

"Gentlemen...start your engines!"
"This is going to be so easy. I heard fatso in the Evo can't drive for 🤬."
"I will not lose. I have to play some music to get me fired up!"

Back at base camp/the petrol station, I watched the start via a video feed to Seiichi's laptop.
"What's Seiichi rummaging for?"
"Miyu, you like rock music, right? Like Green Day, Paramore, Blink 182?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Seiichi likes to play music to get him fired up. And guess what a guy who goes to Cosplay conventions likes to listen to when on a touge course?"
"Oh, God no!"
"5...4...3-"

"What the 🤬? Wait for me to say go, Goddammit!" yelled the starting official.
"I'm not getting stuck behind an Evo for the whole race, bitch!"
"In the words of Jon CJG's 'Mastur Ch33f', 'hax0r!'"

"I guess this Evo's extra power is coming in handy..."
"GODDAMN THAT MUSIC SUCKS!!!"
"Just think to yourself, it's only going to last 4 minutes."
"THAT'S 4 MINUTES TOO LONG!!! DAMN YOU SEIICHI!!!"

"Kobayashi-chan's training is really helping here..."
"I can hear that God-awful J-pop from here!" yelled Kuro.

"Judging by the car's handling behaviour...it has a cheap 30-60,000 yen sports suspension kit.

"I'm really glad I went the whole hog and bought this racing suspension kit from HKS."

"Damn...I thought the fat 🤬 was a crap driver!"

Seiichi reacted quickly to his car going a little off-road.
"That was one hell of a close call..."

"What are Seiichi's chances, Mayumi?"
"About 30%. According to some Ember Spirit members, these two are locals. They haven't raced here in a while. Apparently they hold the course records on both variants of this track. Not even Yamada-san in his impressive Integra can beat them. The power - and drivetrain - advantages they have over his Integra are simply too much for that it."

My heart jumped as Seiichi barely brushed the barrier.
"It's a good thing he's not up in the mountains..."

"Is Seiichi...trying to do a gutter-hook?"
"I wouldn't put it past him."

Gah...what's happening...he's 3 seconds down one moment and right up my tailpipe the next...

"Keep applying the pressure...there's no way he is as cool-tempered as Nissan's Formula GT ace Satoshi Ichisuda..."

"A little slide...not to worry...I'm maximising this Evo's potential here..."

"Oh boy...I think we're entering my favourite part..."

For the last minute or so, Kuro kept his eyes off his rear view mirrors. He calmed down.

But that means he wasn't pressing his right foot down to the floor.

"OH MY GOD!!! HE'S RIGHT BEHIND ME!!! CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!!!"

Seiichi relaxed his foot off the throttle.
I have you now. And I'm not Sebastian Vettel, so you better have a spare change of underwear, like me.

I don't understand this...the Impreza is the Evo's superior! That's why Tommi Makkinen left Mitsubishi for Subaru!...I think.

With barely a kilometre left, Seiichi made his move.
"Boom, headshot..."

The Evo edged out ahead. The Impreza had nowhere to go.

Seiichi blocked any potential counter-attack like a pro.

"Now, my Evo, away!"
"Does he have to be so dramatic?"
"I'll give him credit for his colourful commentary, that's for one."

Seiichi took his foot off the accelerator slightly, as if to taunt Kuro.

Seiichi started laughing hysterically as he crossed the line.
"I've won...I've won...I just can't believe this is happening..."

Seiichi did not delay in "demonstrating" his happiness by taunting Kuro.
"All your Impreza are belong to me, Kuro! Ha!"
He is making Charlie Sheen look normal. This is Charlie Sheen's geeky, overweight, Japanese cousin.
I high-fived him as he approached me. "Great job, Seiichi!"
"Looks like you aren't adopted after all, right Sei-san?"
"I'm so happy...I haven't been this happy since I got a Nintendo 64 for my 11th birthday..."

"I'm sorry, Shingo."
"Don't apologise to me. Apologise to Subaru. You have shamed the Impreza with your driving. And to think...you once held the course record here..."
"What do you mean by 'once held'?"
"Seiichi Oka is now the fastest man on Route 231's reverse layout. Are you proud of yourself for losing?"
"You better win this race, Shingo."
"I'm racing against a 19-year-old girl who drives a driftnut car. How can I lose?"

Special thanks to Daniel, for racing as Kuro! 👍

 

[Daniel]

👍 Good write up, sorry about the crashes, the Subie doesn't look the best

 

[Otsdarva]

I noticed, hey it was still very nice! Just a little unknown how the Subie got into a demo derby while only racing an Evo.

 

[Ryou]

Nice use of music, might use that in my stories as I use music to think of what will happen. Also, nice story.

 

[TakumiFuji01]

I LOVE IT! Hope Takumi makes a Cameo in one of the Volumes.

 

[Daniel]

I noticed, hey it was still very nice! Just a little unknown how the Subie got into a demo derby while only racing an Evo.

IIRC the part of the race where DK shot everything is when we raced on his track backwards - and I forgot to turn the driving line on

 

[TakumiFuji01]

I'm still reading this! Maybe you should add those Japanese lettering bubble effects like they do in the Initial D manga, because there's always this Japanese lettering everytime there's a race in the book

 

[DK]

^ While that is a great suggestion, I have no way to access a keyboard with Japanese lettering. I can safely say that Takumi Fujiwara won't appear in my story, for the simple reason that I don't wish to be sued by Shuichi Shigeno if he somehow discovers this.

Hiring for Chapter 11!
This chapter will be the conclusion of this angle of the story.

What car do I need?
You will need an Amuse S2000 GT-1 Turbo, which can be found in the Premium dealership. It needs to be black.

What track will we use?
Special Stage Route 7.

When will the race take place?
8pm GMT, Saturday, 19th of March.

If you haven't added me as a friend on PSN already, my ID is driftking18594.

 

[Machate-man]

^ While that is a great suggestion, I have no way to access a keyboard with Japanese lettering. I can safely say that Takumi Fujiwara won't appear in my story, for the simple reason that I don't wish to be sued by Shuichi Shigeno if he somehow discovers this.

Hiring for Chapter 11!
This chapter will be the conclusion of this angle of the story.

What car do I need?
You will need an Amuse S2000 GT-1 Turbo, which can be found in the Premium dealership. It needs to be black.

What track will we use?
Special Stage Route 7.

When will the race take place?
8pm GMT, Saturday, 19th of March.

If you haven't added me as a friend on PSN already, my ID is driftking18594.

PM'ed, but with some complications....
I am available at 2AM GMT, which is 6AM PST

 

[Crumpet]

Great chapter!

 

[alaingeronimo87]

What car do I need?
You will need an Amuse S2000 GT-1 Turbo, which can be found in the Premium dealership. It needs to be black.

You mean any kind of black?

 

[DK]

^ Actually, it's available in black at the dealership. If you want to go for authenticity, the official name of the colour is "Berlina Black".

P.S. It may help if anyone coming to the meet had a headset, because typing things out will take way longer.

 

[Zhu8]

^ Actually, it's available in black at the dealership. If you want to go for authenticity, the official name of the colour is "Berlina Black".

P.S. It may help if anyone coming to the meet had a headset, because typing things out will take way longer.

Not if you have a keyboard, and really fast fingers.