InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love, Lies and Racing ❯ A Brother's Death ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Hello, my name is Kagome Higurashi. Many of you will know me as the famous Race Car Driver once known as the “Speed Angel”. Until that fateful night four years ago that had changed my life forever.
“Kagome! Kagome!” shouted a loud voice.
I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. It had been a really, REALLY bad idea to go out and get drunk last night. Fourteen beers were too much even for me… I knew that it was my title race today. If I won I would beat the record of five wins in a row of NASCAR. However if I lost then all my endorsements would go to the hot shot driver from the city who was coming next season.
“Kagome?” asked my eleven year old brother loudly. “You can’t race today!”
I squeezed my eyes closed as I growled “I can race.” softly.
“No! You can’t!” shouted Sota loudly.
I winced, couldn’t he just be quite? Groaning I rolled over in bed grumbling.
“I’ll race for you!” shouted Sota happily.
“Yeah… sure… whatever… fuck off you brat…” I grumbled as sleep claimed me again.
I had never thought that my brother would actually go and drive my car… or that my archrival Naraku Kuro would put my car into a wall… why did I have to tell Sota to “fuck off…”. I should have told Sota how I loved him… I should have raced myself… it should have been me that died that day…
“Oh dear god! Car Seventy-eight driven by Naraku Kuro just put Car 69 driven by ‘Speed Angel’ Kagome Higurashi into the wall! There is no way she could have survived that! Someone get a medical team!” came the announcer.
I frowned as I was yanked out of my dream. Suddenly the memory of what my brother said came back… no he couldn’t have? Could he?
“The medics are on their way! Oh god the car is on fire! It is on fire!”
I jerked up at once blinking against the blinding sunlight. Grabbing a pair of pants I yanked them on as I rushed outside the trailer and into the blinding sunlight. Running to the stadium I could see my mother and father (ex-race car drivers) calmly standing as they watched. My car was shown on the screen as the speedometer showed that the car had hit the wall at 268 miles per hour. A explosion rocked the stadium as the car lit on fire.
Running toward the car I raced down across the track. Cars speeding past, swerving to get out of the way. I continued to run headless of the screen that had now showed me.
“What the fuck is that maniac doing on the track? Somebody get her off there! She’s going to be killed! Wait… oh my god is that Kagome? It is that is Kagome Higarashi! How the hell did she get out of… what the fuck? If she’s there who was driving?” shouted the announcer.
I continued to run toward Sota watching as his body was slowly being burned by the flames surrounding the car. His screams filling the air.
When the medics reached the crash site they pronounced Sota dead. By the time the fire had been stopped nothing was left expect bones and skin. Coroners had to ID Sota by his dental records. I was in agony… if I had not been drunk… After Sota’s death my family disowned me and I left the racing community, leaving my title to Naraku the man who had killed my brother. I still carry the burden. It should have been me… it should have been me… I will never race again…
“Kagome! Kagome!” shouted a loud voice.
I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. It had been a really, REALLY bad idea to go out and get drunk last night. Fourteen beers were too much even for me… I knew that it was my title race today. If I won I would beat the record of five wins in a row of NASCAR. However if I lost then all my endorsements would go to the hot shot driver from the city who was coming next season.
“Kagome?” asked my eleven year old brother loudly. “You can’t race today!”
I squeezed my eyes closed as I growled “I can race.” softly.
“No! You can’t!” shouted Sota loudly.
I winced, couldn’t he just be quite? Groaning I rolled over in bed grumbling.
“I’ll race for you!” shouted Sota happily.
“Yeah… sure… whatever… fuck off you brat…” I grumbled as sleep claimed me again.
I had never thought that my brother would actually go and drive my car… or that my archrival Naraku Kuro would put my car into a wall… why did I have to tell Sota to “fuck off…”. I should have told Sota how I loved him… I should have raced myself… it should have been me that died that day…
“Oh dear god! Car Seventy-eight driven by Naraku Kuro just put Car 69 driven by ‘Speed Angel’ Kagome Higurashi into the wall! There is no way she could have survived that! Someone get a medical team!” came the announcer.
I frowned as I was yanked out of my dream. Suddenly the memory of what my brother said came back… no he couldn’t have? Could he?
“The medics are on their way! Oh god the car is on fire! It is on fire!”
I jerked up at once blinking against the blinding sunlight. Grabbing a pair of pants I yanked them on as I rushed outside the trailer and into the blinding sunlight. Running to the stadium I could see my mother and father (ex-race car drivers) calmly standing as they watched. My car was shown on the screen as the speedometer showed that the car had hit the wall at 268 miles per hour. A explosion rocked the stadium as the car lit on fire.
Running toward the car I raced down across the track. Cars speeding past, swerving to get out of the way. I continued to run headless of the screen that had now showed me.
“What the fuck is that maniac doing on the track? Somebody get her off there! She’s going to be killed! Wait… oh my god is that Kagome? It is that is Kagome Higarashi! How the hell did she get out of… what the fuck? If she’s there who was driving?” shouted the announcer.
I continued to run toward Sota watching as his body was slowly being burned by the flames surrounding the car. His screams filling the air.
When the medics reached the crash site they pronounced Sota dead. By the time the fire had been stopped nothing was left expect bones and skin. Coroners had to ID Sota by his dental records. I was in agony… if I had not been drunk… After Sota’s death my family disowned me and I left the racing community, leaving my title to Naraku the man who had killed my brother. I still carry the burden. It should have been me… it should have been me… I will never race again…