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

[C-ZETA]

Gazza?

...Paul Gascoigne!

I'll return the Golf to its old state soon. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to participate in the fan fic.

 

[DK]

HELP NEEDED

If you are available at 6pm GMT on Saturday, May 28th, then I need your help with upcoming chapters.

What do I need?

I'll send over a Honda Integra Type R DC2 which I've tuned myself. I'll be communicating instructions via a mic.

You will also need to provide a mid-engined Italian supercar with less than 600PP, and a Mitsubishi Evo X with every upgrade except those that increase power, e.g. turbochargers, exhausts etc. The Evo X will also need dirt tyres.

Also, I only need one volunteer for this. I will open a Lounge close to 6pm GMT on Saturday, and I will have the dirt track that we will use uploaded before midnight tonight (GMT). When the Lounge is open, I will inform you. If the volunteer listed below is unavailable, then I will contact those who have applied to the reserves list who are also available.

Volunteers: (reserve drivers in italics)
SmittMan (PSN: theirishman1234)
FishyJuice (PSN: FishyJuice)

 

[SmittMan]

I'll try again (stupid dodgy connection), is the integra premium?? If so can you tell me what I need to do to it cause it will be easier.

 

[DK]

No, it's a standard. I'm sending over a tuned one.

 

[SmittMan]

You're offline, how can the server be up.Sorry, didn't reliase it said 6, I probably see why now...

 

[DK]

Do you want to try tomorrow, SmittMan?

 

[SmittMan]

What time...?? Edit: Were you the only one?

 

[Jacob]

I can be put on the reserve list just in case.

 

[DK]

^ OK, FishyJuice, but it would save me a lot of hassle if you have an Integra Type R DC2 (the non-premium one) in silver (Vogue Silver Metallic to be precise) with Sports Soft tyres, around 260-300hp, a Type A aftermarket rear wing and it has to weigh around 900-1,000kg (which is achievable). Otherwise, if SmittMan can't make it at 6pm tomorrow, then I'll ask him (if he's still online) to send the DC2 that I gave to him to you. Don't forget to bring a Mitsubishi Evo X with dirt tyres and every non-power part, and an Italian supercar.

 

[SmittMan]

I should be able to make it plus can't I just use one of the online cars for the Italian supercar.

 

[DK]

I should be able to make it plus can't I just use one of the online cars for the Italian supercar.

I think a Lambo Gallardo is among the Recommended Cars.

 

[SmittMan]

Good... I'll have to fit in between the champions league final and tea but I'll try.

 

[DK]

Chapter 8 - Trials and Tribulations​

Date: Unknown, but most likely in 2011
Location: Unknown

The lightbulb flickered in the dark, damp storage room. Lying on the ground were Gazza, Wazza and Dazza. Their faces were caked in their own blood. Their breathing was laboured.

Then, a gun is cocked. Standing above them are two men, one of average build and the other was a tank on legs. But it was the average-sized man who attracted the most attention, as his left eye glowed a bright red.
"We...are...sor-"
The tank kicked Gazza in the stomach.
"Listen, you council house vermin. If you were truly sorry, then you would have killed yourselves, and not waited for my good friend Mikhail here to do it instead."
Mikhail, the tank, towered above the three, and above his companion.
"What should I do, Mr. Wat-"
Mikhail's companion shushed him. He had slicked, dark hair, slightly tanned skin and the most defining feature was the array of scars criss-crossing the area around his left eye. Instead of a normal human eye, there was an artificial one which did the job just as well. The skin around his left eye was a different tone than the rest of his face, as it was a skin graft.
"You three 🤬 are a long, long way from home. And you will never, ever return there. Mikhail, finish them off."
Mikhail cracked his knuckles. "With pleasure."

Date: July 1st, 2011
Location: Trial Mountain Circuit

After doing the course dozens of times over, we had a rough idea of where the optimum line was. I leaned my head over and back to awaken my muscles after last night.
"You're late, Miyu," said Junichi as he gulped down a Starbucks latte.
"I can explain, Jun-san."
"Yeah, we got held up by two anime geeks at the hotel who begged us to say 'SUPER KAWAI!' in the cutest voice possible," answered Akiko.
"How cute?"
"Like this," I said as I pointed at Akiko.
"SUPER KAWAI!!!"
Kamui and Toshiya soon returned. "So, Miyu-chan," asked Kamui, "how do you like Toshiya's Civic?"
"It brings back bad memories..."
"Hey, I had no idea Scar Suzuki existed until you stumbled upon his little turf war for Route 7. I don't understand that, he could've just as easily went for the Wangan."
"Actually, what I've heard was that the Type R Titans got bored of kanjo racing between Civics and started to take on the bigger fish."
Then, a Nissan Primera arrived. I heard a turbo hiss.
"Who could that be..."
Two men stepped out. One was wearing an expensive-looking silk shirt with linen pants, the other was wearing jeans and a leather jacket.
"Chun Mei."
"Good evening, losers!"
"It's only 1pm."
"What the hell is Mr. Chau from The Hangover doing here?"
"You very much like to lose, yes?" he asked as he pointed at Toshiya.
"Are you...talking to me?"
"Yes, you not know? Before your red hair friend go to race boss, she must have team to take on boss team!"
"Dude...anyone speak broken English?"
"He's saying that we, as a team, must take on the team of this 'Terminator-Eye' guy."
"And what's your role in the team?"
"I Front Wheel Drive Lieutenant! This my car, Nissan Primera!"
The man in the leather jacket spoke up. He, like Chun Mei, was Chinese.
"Who is your team's FWD ace?"
Toshiya put his hand up. "That would be me."
"You start at the back, then."
The man walked off as Chun Mei put on his helmet.
"Surely that shirt isn't fireproof?" remarked Junichi snidely.

"Right, Toshiya-san, how well do you this course?"
"I've done about 30 laps. I think I know the key to a good lap."
"Sorry that we couldn't hook up a camera, but unfortunately I'm no computer whiz."
"Don't worry, I've got a radio, and you have too, so I'll describe what's going on."

Chun Mei managed to dial his radio to communicate with me.
"Here are ground rule. Who finish higher, get $75,000. Who finish lower, lose $75,000. Clear?"
"Yes."
"Damn, that's around 7 million yen! That's half of my contract fee!"

As the horn reverberated throughout Trial Mountain, Toshiya gunned it.

Maybe there's a bit of a rut on the inside of the kerb, so I should try the "gutterhook" technique.

I just love the brief weightlessness over that crest.

"DON'T SCRATCH THE PAINT!" squealed the Eclipse's driver. "PLEASE LEAVE MY PRECIOUS PAINT ALONE!"

"That guy in the Eclipse should have bought an Evo."
"Too true, now watch out for the Hyundai up ahead."

"I see the Hyundai."
"What do you think of it?"
"It's kinda like a Korean Integra. That is, one of the lower grade Integras, not a Type R.

"Alright, now for a bit of stalking!"
"Huh?"
"Meh, I use that word instead of 'tailgating'."

"I'm past him now, the marshals haven OK'd my move!"
"Why did they need to OK it?"
"I used that inside bit leading into the last tunnel."

"That Prelude is like a fat Integra."
"Do you like Preludes?"
"Meh, they're the most powerful out of all FWD Hondas, but that's not much."

"Toshiya, this radar says you're right on top of an FTO and a Mazda Familia!"
"Yeah, just wait and see!"

Meanwhile, it was getting tough at the top...
"Come on VTEC, kick in already!" roared the EG6's driver above the auto-tuned voice of T-Pain blasting from his speakers.
"You no match for Primera super boost control!"

"Crap, I think Chun Mei's taken the lead! That's another car to pass!"
"Have you passed the FTO and the Familia?"
"Yeah, I think I'm 8th now."

"Eat exhaust, motherflipper!"
"But my VTEC ain't kicked in, yo!"

Chun Mei's Primera shrank in the distance.
"I go party like Charlie Sheen with your money!"
I try to block out his taunts. Come on, Toshiya, catch up!

"Coming up on a white FTO now..."

"Ha, I just tricked him. He thought I had moved to the outside!"
I try to contain the glee that's growing within me.

"I see an EP3!"
"Who tuned your car, by the way?"
"Can't remember, but I think I saw a blue FD2 Civic at their garage when I was collecting it...was it RK-"
Then, the radio cut out for a second before he could finish the name of the tuning company.

"Really? I thought it would have been Spoon..."
"Why, it has a carbon bonnet?"
"Yeah, and the spoiler seems like it comes from the Spoon EK9."

Suddenly, Junichi, Kamui and Akiko rushed to the pit wall.
"Guys?"
"COME QUICK, MIYU!"
"Don't worry, she does that."

There was a cloud of smoke.
Please, don't crash!

Phew!
"It's OK, it's not Aki-chan's new car..."
"New car?"
"Oh, you'll see soon."

Toshiya drove furiously to catch up with the EP3.

"Oh hi, did you miss me?"

"OK, there's a 2002 Accord in front!"

"Come on...come on..."

"The outside?" pondered the Accord's driver. "What are you planning..."

"The inside isn't always the proper racing line!"
"Whoa, Toshiya! I've got to call those RK-whatever guys!"

Meanwhile, a 207 was stalking the EG6 kid from earlier.
"Where are you, VTEC?"
"Mon dieu, you are tré slow!"

"Sacre bleu! That Civic came from nowhere!"

"Why is his VTEC working better?"

"THAT EXHAUST..."

"You catch up already?"

"Toshiya-san, you're almost flipping the car there!"

The tyres squealed as the right wheels came back to terra firma.

"Come on, you can't hold me back forever!"
"Whoa, Toshiya-san, where are you finding this from? Have you drank some tiger blood?"

Chun Mei was able to brake later, but Toshiya was not being put off.

"You madman! You very crazy!"

"He has to be using some sort of boost system to accelerate out of the turns..."

"Gah! I'm focusing too much on the rear!"

"That car...that turbo system...what the hell is it?"
"Toshiya-san, relax, you'll drive better if you're calm."

"Yes, I'm leading!"

"WHAT THE 🤬?!"
"TIME FOR MY BOOST!"
"What's happening?"
"He's using some weird boost system, maybe nitrous!"

Hang on...I've an idea...

That's it...you just stay there, Chun Mei...you have no idea what I'll unleash.

"IS HE GO AROUND OUTSIDE?!" yelled Chun Mei loudly.

"I CAN NOT USE BOOST, I STILL STEERING!"

"I'll enjoy your money, Chun Mei!"

Toshiya threw the car across the last corner one last time.

The tyres squealed again as they crashed back to Earth.

We jumped for joy as Toshiya crossed the line. Akiko hugged me tightly.
"Uh...can you save this for later, Aki-chan?"
"*giggles* Sorry, Miyu..."

Chun left shortly after throwing his cash at Toshiya. Toshiya was completely overwhelmed by the sudden influx of cash. As we got around to organising it in neat piles, we found a note. It read:

"Your next challenge is at Laguna Seca on July 5th. Bring a high-powered RWD car."

"Aki-chan?"
"Yes?"
"What is your new car?"
"Wait and see, Miyu..."

 

[VTiRoj]

"Can't remember, but I think I saw a blue FD2 Civic at their garage when I was collecting it...was it RK-"

RKSport? But they only do American cars. Hmm... I wonder which tuner tuned a blue FD2 Civic... Ah well, it shall forever remain a mystery!

I cant believe you killed Dazza off. RIP Dazza.

 

[uMadson?]

RKSport? But they only do American cars. Hmm... I wonder which tuner tuned a blue FD2 Civic... Ah well, it shall forever remain a mystery!

I cant believe you killed Dazza off. RIP Dazza.

Let's bring those 3 to a funeral. Those 3 have a place in our hearts , ya know.

I heard- *some Russian guy spotted me and shot me in the head*

 

[Otsdarva]

No!~ Drifting around the world can't finish now!

 

[uMadson?]

No!~ Drifting around the world can't finish now!

Bah, Shye's been wanting to talk to Hiroto in person again.

or she may get kidnapped by someone else.

 

[DK]

I've been through a crapload today. The damned charging port on my modem broke and I had to fork out €79 for a new one. And then some asshole went the wrong way and crashed into me in Round 9 of MrMulsanne's TOCA Championship, but I've tried laughing it off by watching Achmed the Dead Terrorist.

Chapter 9: Built vs. Bought​

Date: July 5th, 2011
Location: Monterrey, California, USA

I grunt as I raise myself up from my bed. I check my phone, and it says that it's 8:32. I look at the other side of the bed, and it's empty.
Aki-chan has been acting out of character since yesterday.
Allow me to explain. July 3rd was my 20th birthday (yay me!) but Aki-chan wouldn't drink that day or on the following day either (July 4th). Instead, she's been throwing my S15 around Laguna Seca, and she's also been sort of rubbing her hands with glee over a "special package" from back home.

After getting dressed and sticking my finger in the remnants of my birthday cake and licking it, I had breakfast. After that, I decided to go to Laguna Seca. This was the day of the second event, after all.

Location: Laguna Seca Raceway

Akiko's body was hugged tight by her racing harness as she threw her "special package" around the corners of Laguna Seca.

415hp...I'm really pushing the limits of the 3S-GTE...

I have to really feather the throttle around here.

I can't go rough with this car.

This car...it just gives me such a wild rush!

Just a little bit on the dirt here...

Oh, she's begging for more...

These brakes are like anchors!

I can easily hit 160km/h on this corner!

Corkscrew up next.

The track...even though I've done at least 100 real laps, this Corkscrew just gives me an amazing thrill!

At least there's no chance of rain.

I'm so glad I bought you...

The world needs more thrilling Toyotas...

This car...it's a raw, snorting beast!

Akiko laughed crazily as she threw her SW20 MR-2 around the final bend.

*-----*
I see the rest of the guys at the start line.
"Hey, guys, 'sup?"
"Oh, nothing, we're just discussing DJ Azur."
"That loser?"
"Yeah, check this out: his best result in the French charts was with a 'dubstep' remix of 'Boom Boom Pow' by the Black Eyed Peas."
"And where did that end up?"
"It was briefly at #85 in the French Top 100 singles, and #52 in Belgium."
"And what's your best?"
"Well," answered Toshiya, "our best original song, 'Crazy Duel,' reached #7 in the Japanese Top 100. Our best song that isn't original was a cover of '99 Red Balloons,' with the German bits translated into Japanese, and that reached #5."
"Which explains why we were surrounded by groupies last night and the night before," joked Kamui.
We were interrupted by a loud exhaust. It wasn't the fart cans from the cars of Dazza, Gazza and Wazza, but rather something much more spectacular.

A heavily-tanned man with at least half a tub of Brylcreem emerged from the Lamborghini.
"Bow down, bitches."
50 Cent was being blasted from the Lamborghini's speakers. We ignored his request of bowing down.
"Dude," said Kamui, pointing eastwards, "the Jersey Shore's that way!"
"YOU SHUT YO' 🤬 MOUTH, YOU 🤬 JABRONI!"
"What's a jabroni?" I asked to the guys.
"I don't wanna know. Maybe it's a gay guy?"
"It's not the Jersey Shore this guy needs to return to...it's Willy Wonka's factory!" joked Junichi.
The man flew into a 'roid rage.
"I AM MIKE 🤬 DEROSSI AND YOU WILL SHOW ME SOME 🤬 RESPECT!!!"

Soon, Akiko arrived.
"Whoa, is this your secret weapon?"
"If you wanna come along, I hope you don't mind tight seatbelts."
"No thanks, I don't wanna weigh you down."
Akiko's presence had a somewhat unnerving effect...
"Hey, babe, you wanna go back to mine?" asked Mike, the heavily-tanned man.
"If you win this 2-lap race, then yes, I will go back to yours. If I win, you hand over $75,000."
There was a weird look on Mike's face as he grunted.
"OK, Aki-chan, any tactics?"
"Yeah, distract him with that offer."
Junichi then showed me something on his phone as we climbed over the barrier.
"Right, I've got some dirt on our opponent here."
"Really?"
"Yeah. He's had priors for possession of a controlled substance - that being bull shark testosterone - and apparently drifting through a parking lot."
"Did he cause thousands of dollars worth of damage?"
"No, amazingly. Drifting seems to be his specialty, especially when he's on the prowl for Snooki lookalikes."
I threw up a bit in my mouth as Junichi mentioned Snooki. Akiko fired up her engine, and Mike turned up the already unbearable volume of his speakers.

Mike left Akiko for dead off of the starting line.
"Ooh...I'm getting lucky tonight!"

"Goddammit, this asshole is such a show-off!"

"EAT SMOKE!!!"

I tuned into Akiko's radio system.
"So, what's the progress report?"
"He's running away on straights and I'm catching up on corners. Maybe we should have picked a race at Trial Mountain instead."

Right...it also seems that I have better traction out of the corners...

"You are too easy, Mike!"

"Gah...he's running away from me here!"
"Stay calm, Aki-chan. Don't do what my brother calls a 'Shingo'."
"A 'Shingo'?"
"You don't watch or read Initial D, do you?"
"I've always been more of an Over-Rev girl, actually."

"I've seen him wiggle a bit here!"
"Do you know what kind of Gallardo it is?"
"I think I see some sort of traction control warning light..."

"That's 🤬 drifting right there!"
Damn it...every time he drives in a crap way, I can't capitalise! The bastard just runs away!

"Oh, come on, you can't run across the pit lane entry!"

"Jeez...if we were in the same cars, I'd have had your ass spanked red and on its way home!"

"I find it sad that such an asshole owns such a beautiful car."

"Such a beautiful speck..."
She slapped her helmet repeatedly.
Goddamn it! Get back in the game!

"Any info on the tyres, Miyu?"
"His or yours?"
"Both."
"Yours are fine, his are being worn out at a really fast rate."

Akiko was unnerved by her off-road excursion.
Come on...time to take this to Defcon 1.

That's it...wear out your tyres and leave yourself wide open for attack!

Suddenly, something went wrong as Mike exited Turn 3.

"GAH!" he yelled as his steroid-filled arms fought with the wheel.

It was then that the traction control kicked in.

What the hell? Not even that will take him out!

Mike drifted around Turn 4, but he was more worried this time.

"WHY WON'T THIS 🤬 OBEY ME?!"

"Right, Miyu, I'm going for it at the Corkscrew!"

Suddenly, Mike spun out right in front of Akiko. He slowed down in the gravel trap.

"You're mine tonight!"

"Wait...where's he gone?"

"HA! I'm leading! Screw you, Mike, cheaters never win!"

Akiko threw the MR-2 into Rainey curve.

"Last corner!"
"Hehe...in more ways than one..."

Yet again, Mike did a handbrake turn at the last millisecond in front of Akiko.
"What the..."

However, Mike overcooked it.
"NO!!!"

The Lamborghini smacked into the tyre barrier at the last corner. At least it was only at 50 or so km/h.

"VICTORY!"

*-----*
Mike was kicking dents into his Lamborghini. He was roaring.
"STUPID...PIECE...OF...🤬!!!"
Akiko was busy picking up the sea of $100 bills that Mike threw at her.
"Any plans for this cash, Aki-chan?"
"Partying, of course."
I heard my phone ring.
"Yes?"
"Good morning, whore."
"Morning?"
"It is where I am."
"What is this about?"
"Oh, just that you've 🤬 with our bagman and our counterfeiting expert. I'd very much like to-"
"Yeah, keep those sick fantasies to yourself. Only cowards hide behind those Darth Vader voice changers."
"How about this voice?" said the caller as he switched off the voice changer.
"So...it's you. What have you done to survive, make a deal with the devil?"
"No, Mikhail and Chun were kind enough to kidnap an eye surgeon to help me."
"What are you calling about?"
"Your next race, July 12th, Highlands Rally Park, Scotland. Bring a car ready for dirt. I'd like to put you and your 🤬 of a family under six feet of it when I'm done."

Special thanks to FishyJuice for his role as Mike DeRossi!

 

[Jacob]

Awesome chapter, I see that you included my last-minute stunt at the end.
There are still some replays not used. I'm looking forward to see what you come up with.

 

[uMadson?]

So Mike DeRossi is just a hoon. Not big surprise.

 

[C-ZETA]

'A heavily tanned man with at least half a tub of Brylcreem', eh? Wonder how many slags he's pulled in his lifetime

 

[tony_panda]

well as i see, u write wery well, but drive ******* too dirty=) but story not bad

 

[DK]

Edit: sorry, double post

 

[DK]

Chapter 10: A Storm Is Bru-ing​

Date: July 12th, 2011
Location: Glasgow, Scotland

There was a strange look on Toshiya and Junichi's faces as me and Akiko arrived at McDonalds.
"I don't know why we can't eat at the hotel's restaurant for breakfast..."
"It's Holiday Inn, and it costs about..."
"£29 per night."
"Yeah, thanks for reminding me. The food's crap and I could hear you two last night."
My mouth dropped open. Surprisingly, Akiko kept eating from Junichi's meal. Well, when I say eating, I mean shoving fries into her mouth about 6 at a time. I'm surprised she isn't fat.
"You...heard...us...?"
"Don't act so surprised, I never would have guessed you would be that loud."
Kamui returned with a tray loaded with food. I reached over for the fries. Kamui slapped my hand away.
"What's up with you?"
"I need a big meal before racing," he answered.
"It's not like you're an Olympic athlete."
"Actually, this is how Kamui prepares," explained Toshiya while Kamui fumbled with his earphones.
"Any info on who we're up against?"
"Mikhail Kalashnikov."
"Background?"
"Seiichi and Daisuke have been doing a little bit of poking around. Kicked out of the Russian Army for gun-running. He was selling weapons to gangs who wanted military hardware. Interpo-"
"Wait, Interpol? Where have your friends been poking around?"
"Let me finish, GODDAMMIT! As I was saying, Interpol have suspected him of setting up a cocaine ring. He started out, according to Interpol, as a smuggler. He also has a small army of Chinese hackers at his beck and call to keep him up to date on what Interpol know about him."
"Anything else?"
"His skills with a gun were highly valued by the Russian military, and he has about 30 kills attributed to him in various breakaway regions of Russia."
"Jesus..."
"Have those hackers anything on their CVs?"
"A few have hacked into servers at search engines. They took down a large South Korean search engine in 2005."
I noticed that we were getting some odd looks. "Aki-chan, get me a Big Mac with just cheese and the special sauce with medium fries and a Coke."

Location: Highlands Rally Park, Scotland

Kamui moved his head over and back in some sort of neck exercise.

I've done this track 100 times over. I've done it in the dark. I've done it with Miyu-chan driving her S15 in front of me. I must recognise every bump and every kerb.
He took a long sip from a can of Irn-Bru.

Two men, both stocky and at least 6 feet tall, emerged from the Mitsubishi. They both started talking in Russian.
"I take it that you're Mikhail?" I asked to the taller of the duo.
I scanned his body. I noticed scars on his knuckles. These aren't scars you might get from falling onto a floor covered in broken glass. These are scars you get from breaking jaws.
"Yes, it is little slut."
I tense up as he insults me.
"Mr. Kalashnikov is fast dirt driver. His Lancer Evolution X will destroy puny opponent."
"And you are..."
"Boris Molotov. Tarmac Ace of our Cartel."
Crap. These guys must weigh at least 240 pounds.
"You have money, yes?"
Kamui stuck his head out of his Skyline's window.
"How about pink slips?!" he said.
I rushed over to him.
"Kamui-san!!!" I whispered furiously. "Isn't this Skyline a prized possession of yours?"
"That Evo's a prized possession of his." He then shouted at Mikhail, "How many laps have you done?!"
"What, here? 15."
I've put at least 10 hours of practice into this. He's only done something like 2.
"Race begin in 1 minute!" announced Boris. Apart from Mikhail and Kamui, we all left the track.

"GO!!!" roared Boris.
As they both left the start, there was an incredible cloud of dust being kicked up.

I switched the radio to Kamui's channel.
"GAH!!! I CAN'T SEE 🤬!!!"

"Try moving out of his draft!"
"I'm on it!"
"Моя стратегия является совершенным. Он не может даже попытаться обогнать без сбоев..."(My strategy is perfect. He cannot even try to overtake without crashing...)

Mikhail threw his Evo onto the banking.
"NASCAR гонщиков использовать виражами в угол быстрее. Это единственное этих отсталых Хикс у одаренных мира." (NASCAR racers use banked turns to corner faster. That's the only thing those retarded hicks have gifted the world.)

"Вы не можете видеть сквозь облако пыли." (You cannot see through the cloud of dust.)

The spectators were astonished by the high speed antics of the two drivers.
"Whoa! Isn't it dangerous to race that closely?"

"I think he should get out of the slipstream!"

"Hmm...this car seems to have the edge on the straights. But, I can't get alongside him because of this damned dust cloud!"

"Have you found out enough about Mikhail, Kamui-san?"
"We're about even on the corners, and I'm faster on straights, but only slightly."

"How does he drive?"

"He mainly throws the car onto the banking, using it as a sort of apex."

"Hang on! I've just thought of something!"
Kamui pulled out of the dust cloud.

"The RB26DETT has to show its superiority over the 4B11T...

"Yes! I'm leading!"

"CRAP!"
"What happened?"
"He just...breezed right by when I was braking!"

Kamui was momentarily whipped forward as his rear connected with a barrier.

Mikhail flew through the air as his Evo hit a barrier as well.

Kamui stepped on the accelerator too early, but was perfectly able to counter the Skyline's attempted fishtailing.
"Crap! The narrow section is up next!"

Suddenly, Mikhail's Evo appeared out of nowhere in front of him.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Mikhail quickly corrected the spin and whacked Kamui's R32.

Kamui then whacked Mikhail's Evo.
"Вы будете сожалеть об этом, ублюдок!" (You will regret this, bastard!)

Tempers were starting to flare up.

Mikhail braked early and was rear-ended by Kamui.

Mikhail continued using his strategy of riding up on the banks of the corners.

But then, Kamui was right alongside him!

"Come on!" screamed Kamui.

But then, Mikhail rammed him out of the way.
"Я не позволю тебе победить так легко!" (I will not let you win so easily!)

Kamui countersteered effectively.

"OK...now we're out of the narrow section..."

But suddenly, Kamui was blind...in a braking zone! He searched frantically for a reference point.

He slammed the brakes when he saw Mikhail's taillights flash.

I can count the remaining straights on one hand. Time to make it count...

"Куда он ушел?" (Where has he gone?)

"НЕТ! Она не может быть!" (NO! It can't be!)

"You wanna know something, Miyu-chan?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Before I had this R32, I had a Sileighty. I traded it in for this after I heard about your brother's epic R32 that took on a bunch of supercars and won."

Kamui pressed the accelerator down as far as possible.
"My old Sileighty was red. What colour's yours?"
"Red..."
I was left reeling.

"THE LAST CORNER!!! I must act now!"

Junichi and Toshiya climbed onto the wall separating the pits from the main straight.
"Who's leading?" asked Akiko.
"I think they're neck and neck!"

The chasing car was invisible in the dust thrown up by...

...Kamui's R32!!!
"YES!!!"

Kamui stormed to victory in style, as he obliterated the Evo on the final straight.

"По крайней мере, он будет платить за ремонт..." (At least he's going to have to pay for repairs...)

Kamui got out and inspected the damage.
"Heh...nothing that a mechanic can't fix in less than an hour..."

Mikhail and Boris left quickly, and left Kamui to test out his new Evo. I read over the ownership papers. I suddenly saw a note fall out:
"Eigerring, Switzerland, 3pm, July 18th.

Борис Молотова, Tarmac Ace of the Nightshade Cartel."
"Junichi, is your Z32 ready?"
"For what? This race at Eigerring?"
"Yes."
"I sent it to your dad's tuning shop when we left Monza. It should be back soon, I hope."

Special thanks to FishyJuice for his role as Mikhail!

 

[VTiRoj]

Nice chapter, liking the rally racing. I thought this was a feature-length chapter before I realised you double posted it.

 

[Jacob]

Nice chapter, happy to be a part of it.

 

[Skython]

The story is very good DriftKing, my first opinion going into this was meh since I'm no street racing fan. But then I realized it is an excellent story (or should I say stories) I will continue reading the chapters to come 👍 👍 👍 Great work

 

[uMadson?]

Epic as always. You're now giving me thoughts of an R32.

 

[tony_panda]

like chapter about rally)

 

[tankuroded]

The rally chapter is rather epic. :tup:

But why I feel like in Jerez 1997 when the two are dueling?