InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Racing Hearts ❯ Masked One ( Chapter 1 )

*I'll only say this once, Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takashi

Masked One

The jewels on her hand glittered as she raised it to cover the burning sun. It was a day to

smile upon and enjoy. But it was neither the time nor place to do so. Her black silk dress

crinkled and sighed as she shifted her place on her seat. The last of her adoptive family had

died today, her father. He had been battling a disease for several months. After a hard fought

battle, he had finally given up and passed away. She could say to others that she had loved

him very much, but that was not the whole truth. She barely knew him since he was away on

business so often. And being sent to a prestigious boarding school for several years made the

gap even bigger. After the funeral ended she took one last look at her father's grave and

turned away. Her driver was waiting for her and held the door to the sleek, black limosine

open. He bowed appropriately and quietly closed the door behind her. Inside she turned on

some soothing classical music and slid the rings and bracelet on her hands off. Then, finger by

finger, she pulled her long black gloves off. Her hands, white and delicate, went up to her hair

and gently pulled out hair pins. Long black hair cascaded down a slender back. Giving a sigh

of relief she opened the window an inch and let the wind slide in and play with her hair. Soon

they were driving up a driveway partially camouflaged by the multitude of trees growing.

Green shadows darted across the driveway as the driver carefully parked in front of a large

stone house. A mover's van was already in the driveway and several men were packing things

up. Living in this large house alone was too much for Kagome so she had bought an

apartment for herself. The belongings were being transfered that day. She walked up the

grand staircase and to her room. Most of her things were packed away already. She had a

small suitcase on her desk that had a change of clothes for her. She closed the door to her

room and began to unzip her dress. She changed into a blue flowing knee-length skirt and a

white sweater. Setting a white sun hat on her head she was set to go. Leaving the suitcase in

the room she went back downstairs and out the door to the waiting driver. She was going to

her new apartment to oversee the placing of her things. A few antiques and such were kept,

the others were safely stored away. Her driver parked her in front of the 20 story building

and drove away. From now on, she was to transport herself to her new school. She gave a

small smile. With her adoptive parents gone, she was able to choose which school she was

going to. She picked a well known public school within walking distance of her new home. The

glass elevator took her to the 17th floor and opened to a small hallway. There were only two

apartments on each floor, due to the large space given to each apartment. She lived next

door to a girl her age, but that was all she knew. She slid her card key through the slot and

punched in her code number. The door opened to a simple white room that had a table with

flowers in the middle. On one side was a closet for shoes, the other for coats and other things.

The room led to her living room, kitchen, and dining room. The kitchen was set in an

American style black and white motif. The dining room was small for her purposes and

boasted a glass table of four. The living room was large and painted in a pale lavender. It had

a long balcony with several glass doors to let in air. Connected to the living room was one

more door which led into her master suite. It contained the spacious bathroom, and even

more spacious bedroom, a large walk in closet, and an office/library. Looking around she

opened all of her balcony doors and let in a fresh breeze that flapped the long white curtains.

Going outside she peered down the dizzying heights to the city life going on below. The

doorbell rang and Kagome walked to get it, when she opened it it was a girl her age. She was

tall with a willowy body. She had jeans and a sweatshirt on, and her eyes had magenta on it.

"Hi, I just wanted to say hi and welcome!"

"Oh, please, come in."

"Thank you."

She went inside and peered around.

"Wow, this is a great apartment."

"Well, it's not quite done yet but I like it too."

"I'm Sango and I'm from next door."

"Kagome."

"So what school are you planning on going to?"

"Rosefire high school."

"Oh! Wow, that's the same school I'm going to! I can introduce you and show you around if

you want?"

Kagome let out the tension that had been growing on her shoulders for days.

"Thank you so much! I've never gone to a public school. The last school I went to was an all

girl's school."

"All girl's? Wow, so you didn't interact with any boys?"

Kagome gave a slight pause.

"Not much, I mean, it was an all girl's school. Nothing much except studying."

"Well, what classes have you enrolled in?"

"Um, let's see, I've got Japanese history, math, science, world history, P.E., art, philosophy,

and advanced science."

"I've got about six classes with you. I have the first six with you. As for philosophy and

advanced science, I can show you where those classrooms are."

"I don't know how I can thank you!"

Sango looked around the living room.

"Well, I can see you aren't doing anything right now, how about some window shopping?"

"That would be great!"

"Ok, let's go."

The girls became fast friends and spent the remainder of the day walking around and just

talking. At the boarding school most of the girls had been so stuffy and dull. With Sango, it

was just an ever swirling twirl of talking and laughing. When day lessened into night the two

parted with promises to walk to school with each other. When Kagome closed the door she

noticed the movers had put in the rest of her belongings. She spent a while putting things in

their right places. Looking at the clock, it read 7 pm so she went to her kitchen and made

sushi for dinner. After the light dinner she spent an hour watching T.V. and an hour reading a

new book. At 10 p.m her clock chimed and Kagome looked up. She marked her place in the

book and set it down on her table. Getting up she made for her closet. Inside she picked out

black pants, and nondescript white top, and a black jacket. She pinned her hair up and

grabbed leather gloves from a drawer. Turning off all her lights she closed her door with a

silent click. She took the elevator down to the garage level and look for her apartment

number on the parking spots. She spotted her black motorcycle and silver convertible car.

She opened her car's trunk and took out a black helmet. She secured it on her head then got

on her motorcycle. She revved out of the garage and into the sweet night. She had heard from

an underground connection that the race would be by the pier tonight. She took her time

getting to the pier, saving her energy for the race. Coming near to the destination she spotted

a large group motorcycles. She grinned and made for that spot. She saw a few girls, but

mostly girlfriends watching their boys race. It was usually males racing, few females ever

attempted to race. She was one of them. She could see a short teenager taking in the wagers

and signing people up for a race. He had bright clothes on and shocking red-orange hair that

grew unruly. She walked up and entered the next race. Seeing that it was booked, she asked to

race the winner of all the races. The boy looked at her, trying to look through the dark glass.

"Hey man, do you know what you are asking for?"

"Yes, put me with him."

"Sorry, but he already has a scheduled race tonight, maybe I can put you down later this

week. But I doubt you want to, he's the best, the fastest."

"Who is this he?"

"He doesn't really call himself anything, but we named him the Wind. And he is exactly that

too."

"So who are you going to put me down with?"

"You'll have to start at the bottom and work your way to the top. That's how it is here. You

new aren't you?"

"Yeah, alright, put me down for it."

"What's your name?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing huh? You sure you want me to write that down?"

"I don't care."

"Fine, I'll call you the masked one. Sounds pretty mysterious huh?"

Kagome smiled behind her dark mask.

"How old are you kid?"

"Old enough."

"No, really, tell me how old you are."

"18."

"Liar."

"Fine fine fine, 14."

"How's a 14 year old taking wagers at races?"

"My math skills are the best around here."

"I see, well, when's my race?"

"In five minutes, so hold tight."

The kid turned around and took more wagers among the clusters of groups. Refusing to

congregate like the others, Kagome leaned against her bike and watched the race happening

at that moment. Along the pier was an long stretch of concrete. Because the pier was

abandoned it was now used as a racing ground. A young woman in a tightly cinched black

corset held up a white piece of cloth. The motorcyclists on each side of her revved their

engines. When she let down the cloth, they were off. Both were moving back and forth from

each other. The race was pretty even but Kagome could see that the one with the blue stripes

on his bike would win. He was pulling ahead and expertly blocking his opponent from moving

further. He gave a quick turn at the end of the road and sped back toward the finishing line.

He won by a mile and stopped his bike shortly. Kagome moved closer to see who he was. With

the helmet taken off she could see a man with long hair tied into a ponytail and a mischievous

twinkle to his dark eyes. He pushed his bike off to the side and started to check out all the

females within his vicinity. Then his eyes fell on her. He sauntered up with all the confidence

in the world.

"You're new."

"So?"

"Hm, tough one aren't you?"

"What's it to you?"

"May I ask a question?"

"Just one."

"Will you have my baby?"

She lifted her balled fist and punched him in the stomach. He doubled over and wheezed in

faint breaths.

"Just..*huff*...an innocent....*puff*...question."

Kagome was quivering from anger and turned her back to him, pushing her bike towards the

beginning line. Her opposite was a large, tough looking slob who looked like he had one too

many bottles of sake that night. Looking down her lithe and slender frame he licked his lips.

"Hey baby, how about when I win you come over to my place after?"

"A little cocky, aren't we?"

He gave a loud laugh, spit flying from grotesque lips.

"A little girl like you winning?"

Kagome didn't answer his question and got on her bike. When the woman let down the white

cloth she was off. But he was catching up and was pushing his bike closer and closer to her

wheels. She swerved right and left, trying to get him off her tail. Finally, she had enough. She

pushed down on the accelerator and gave a quick burst of speed. Soon she was leaving him

behind. When she got to the end of the road she took a quick turn and was speeding back. He

was still running along and tried to block her way when she was coming back. She managed to

squeeze through the space on his left and was off, leaving him to eat her dust, literally. When

she crossed the finish line, she could help but give a laugh. This was what she lived for. This

was her passion. This was her escape.

~guess who those two guys were? The little kid and the guy who asked Kagome to have his baby?