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A Ride Called Kagome
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Prologue; The Dog Duo
An Entry from Inu-yasha's Journal
I still remember the night it happened. The sounds of engines running in my ears as I passed them, or they passed me and the feel of the engine vibrating underneath my hips, it was all still fresh in my mind. I wasn't going to loose that race. The bet was at it's tops that night, and second place would be fine too, but I wanted the main course.
Then, he came into town. This hot shot rider from the northern part of downtown came that night with a pack of eight riders. The called themselves "The Howlers" because when they passed you, the engines would howl in your ears.
Sess and I were the "Dog Duo", a team of two brothers that were saving money to pay the rent. Now, all we needed was that last sum of money to get the shop in the middle of town.
I remember looking at the leader as he walked over to me. "So, you're Inu- yasha and Sesshoumaru, huh? I hope you guys are fast enough this time. Remember my name, Koga."
I would remember that asshole's name until kingdom come; they will be done, on earth as it is on that hellish race track. New hazards came every Saturday Night, and not a single person knew what they would meet until they got to the other side. It was filled with fire, nails, jagged metal, fog, sharp turns, and above all things the jump at then end of the run that was over a fifty foot drop into the river below. Making it over that jump, through the ring of fire, and landing safely meant you won. Just passing through that fire ring that was six feet in diameter and you won, and accuracy counted.
I watched as Koga left us and my brother placed his hand on my shoulder. "Keep your head in the game, Bro. We've got a tunnel to make it through first."
I looked at Sess and grinned as he flipped his black braid of hair over his shoulder and put on his helmet that was decorated with a snarling white dog, and said "Moon Dog" on either side in large purple letters.
I took my helmet and placed it over my head. It had two large dog ears pained on it with "Wind Dog" written in red letters under each ear.
We pushed our bikes to the starting line and warmed our engines as we got ready for the midnight race. Sess rev-ed his engine and pulled his visor down over his eyes as he got ready to go. I looked at him and I still remember what we said to each other. "Sess! See you on the other side!"
I pulled my visor down and hyped myself up as I gripped my bike. The sound of the engine thundering and vibrating as I turned the gas and shifted into first gear and waited for the signal to let go of the break was still so clear in my head.
The sound of the gun shot.
I let go and the ten of us rode into the neon lit cave. Sess pulled ahead, and Koga pulled ahead of me. I was third, but I was also determined to make sure that jerk saw my back wheel. I'd show this new comer. I punched the gas and shift my gear to second.
The first hazard came, jagged metal, and I dodged, left, right, and left again at the hazards as I gained Koga and my brother. I passed the first marker and shifted into third gear.
Fire came next and I followed the pattern my brother had taken, ducking my head down low as I passed through the flames quickly. Three bikers panicked behind me and fell. I looked back then forward as I passed the second marker.
Then, the fog came and covered the tunnel. I could still see Koga's lights, but then again, I could also see my brother's. They were right beside each other. I shifted my gear and tried to gain on them, and just as I did, the fog cleared and the marker passed.
I didn't expect any of it to happen...but it did. Just as I had passed the marker, I saw the sharp turn, and as my brother turned, Koga pulled to close to him, and it knocked the bike over.
I watched as Sess feel and his left arm caught in the handle bar. The jump was coming, and the bike wasn't looking any speed. I speed up and jumped to his side as he was crying out in pain. I saw his arm being burned from the heat of the friction. I held on to him and watched as my own bike ran off the edge and into the depths below. I grabbed Sess's jacket and ripped it free and rolled both of us over to safety as his bike went over with mine.
When we finally came back to reality, Koga had won the race that night. We had lost a lot more than a race though. Sess lost his arm to nerve damage and infection, and it was amputated. He would never ride another bike again.
As for me, I stayed with him. Our bikes gone we had no other options, and so we bought a run down old shop in the middle of town where I could fix the bikes, while Sess did paper work.
We never raced again. For two years, I wouldn't ride a bike of my very own even though I was working on a new one in the back room. I still didn't know what I was going to name my first custom bike though, and during the time, I didn't have the time or the money to work on it and complete it as quickly as I wanted to.
When you ride a bike, you want to keep riding on it forever, non stop. It's that one ride we bikers dream about everyday of our lives. That last great ride into the sunset and never looking back.
Well, needless to say, when I found that ride, it wasn't what I thought it would be. It was some ride though; a ride called, Kagome.
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Wee! I've wanted to do an Inu-yasha motorcycle drag racing fan fiction for some time now, but never could think of a story for it.
You'll like this story I've thought out though. A lot of unexpected turns and some OOC, but still, you'll like the story I have planned for you. Just stick with me and watch what happens.
See you soon!
A Ride Called Kagome
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Prologue; The Dog Duo
An Entry from Inu-yasha's Journal
I still remember the night it happened. The sounds of engines running in my ears as I passed them, or they passed me and the feel of the engine vibrating underneath my hips, it was all still fresh in my mind. I wasn't going to loose that race. The bet was at it's tops that night, and second place would be fine too, but I wanted the main course.
Then, he came into town. This hot shot rider from the northern part of downtown came that night with a pack of eight riders. The called themselves "The Howlers" because when they passed you, the engines would howl in your ears.
Sess and I were the "Dog Duo", a team of two brothers that were saving money to pay the rent. Now, all we needed was that last sum of money to get the shop in the middle of town.
I remember looking at the leader as he walked over to me. "So, you're Inu- yasha and Sesshoumaru, huh? I hope you guys are fast enough this time. Remember my name, Koga."
I would remember that asshole's name until kingdom come; they will be done, on earth as it is on that hellish race track. New hazards came every Saturday Night, and not a single person knew what they would meet until they got to the other side. It was filled with fire, nails, jagged metal, fog, sharp turns, and above all things the jump at then end of the run that was over a fifty foot drop into the river below. Making it over that jump, through the ring of fire, and landing safely meant you won. Just passing through that fire ring that was six feet in diameter and you won, and accuracy counted.
I watched as Koga left us and my brother placed his hand on my shoulder. "Keep your head in the game, Bro. We've got a tunnel to make it through first."
I looked at Sess and grinned as he flipped his black braid of hair over his shoulder and put on his helmet that was decorated with a snarling white dog, and said "Moon Dog" on either side in large purple letters.
I took my helmet and placed it over my head. It had two large dog ears pained on it with "Wind Dog" written in red letters under each ear.
We pushed our bikes to the starting line and warmed our engines as we got ready for the midnight race. Sess rev-ed his engine and pulled his visor down over his eyes as he got ready to go. I looked at him and I still remember what we said to each other. "Sess! See you on the other side!"
I pulled my visor down and hyped myself up as I gripped my bike. The sound of the engine thundering and vibrating as I turned the gas and shifted into first gear and waited for the signal to let go of the break was still so clear in my head.
The sound of the gun shot.
I let go and the ten of us rode into the neon lit cave. Sess pulled ahead, and Koga pulled ahead of me. I was third, but I was also determined to make sure that jerk saw my back wheel. I'd show this new comer. I punched the gas and shift my gear to second.
The first hazard came, jagged metal, and I dodged, left, right, and left again at the hazards as I gained Koga and my brother. I passed the first marker and shifted into third gear.
Fire came next and I followed the pattern my brother had taken, ducking my head down low as I passed through the flames quickly. Three bikers panicked behind me and fell. I looked back then forward as I passed the second marker.
Then, the fog came and covered the tunnel. I could still see Koga's lights, but then again, I could also see my brother's. They were right beside each other. I shifted my gear and tried to gain on them, and just as I did, the fog cleared and the marker passed.
I didn't expect any of it to happen...but it did. Just as I had passed the marker, I saw the sharp turn, and as my brother turned, Koga pulled to close to him, and it knocked the bike over.
I watched as Sess feel and his left arm caught in the handle bar. The jump was coming, and the bike wasn't looking any speed. I speed up and jumped to his side as he was crying out in pain. I saw his arm being burned from the heat of the friction. I held on to him and watched as my own bike ran off the edge and into the depths below. I grabbed Sess's jacket and ripped it free and rolled both of us over to safety as his bike went over with mine.
When we finally came back to reality, Koga had won the race that night. We had lost a lot more than a race though. Sess lost his arm to nerve damage and infection, and it was amputated. He would never ride another bike again.
As for me, I stayed with him. Our bikes gone we had no other options, and so we bought a run down old shop in the middle of town where I could fix the bikes, while Sess did paper work.
We never raced again. For two years, I wouldn't ride a bike of my very own even though I was working on a new one in the back room. I still didn't know what I was going to name my first custom bike though, and during the time, I didn't have the time or the money to work on it and complete it as quickly as I wanted to.
When you ride a bike, you want to keep riding on it forever, non stop. It's that one ride we bikers dream about everyday of our lives. That last great ride into the sunset and never looking back.
Well, needless to say, when I found that ride, it wasn't what I thought it would be. It was some ride though; a ride called, Kagome.
~~~~
Wee! I've wanted to do an Inu-yasha motorcycle drag racing fan fiction for some time now, but never could think of a story for it.
You'll like this story I've thought out though. A lot of unexpected turns and some OOC, but still, you'll like the story I have planned for you. Just stick with me and watch what happens.
See you soon!