Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ No Traffic ❯ Track 2 ( Chapter 2 )

No Traffic

 

A/N: forgot to mention this in the first chapter. Gomen. Hoshi is an original character, created by yours truly: me! *grins* There will be two more original characters in this. Just because I didn't feel like using Tristan/Honda or any other YGO cast. Besides, I think the YGO fans would like sexy, street-racing Yami better than Honda. Don't you agree?

 

Track 2

 

“Hundred…”

 

“Hundred one…”

 

“Hundred two…”

 

Soon it turned to two hundred before Marik stepped away from the machine, his abdomen in excruciating pain from the vigorous workout. Taking a long drink from his water bottle, he let his eyes wander away from the reflection of his perfect abs in the mirror to Yami, who was busy at the bench, doing some curls for his lean arms with weights. Bakura, well, he was busy punching the stuffing out of the gym's punching bag; his fists shot out like rapid missiles, swift kicks often added to the combination.

 

Strolling over to Bakura, Marik asked, “Where's Seto?”

 

“Somewhere… with Otogi,” replied Bakura, panting after landing a strong kick into the side of the massive target. Marik let out a short sound of amusement, eyebrow raised high as he looked at Bakura skeptically, “Seto and Otogi?”

 

“Don't ask,” Bakura warned with a sternly raised finger, giving an evil glare when Marik attempted to bite it. With a cheeky grin, the darker teen strolled around the room, making inappropriate noises and imitating Otogi calling out Seto's name, as he would in their inappropriate conduct. He went on, seeing Yami laugh, and started moaning louder until he heard someone coughing.

 

“Having fun, Marik-san?” a soft voice laughed, making Yami and Bakura look up and grin in recognition. Marik turned around to fall into the enticing golden eyes, eyes scanning over the red and black leather clad body. Long crimson strands of hair cascaded down the slim youth's back to his waist where a hand possessively rested.

 

“Osiris! And… Obelisk,” Marik greeted the latter with less enthusiasm, “Why didn't you guys holler before dropping by?”

 

“Well, we wouldn't have dropped by at all if we knew you would greet us so obscenely,” the blue-haired male - Obelisk- replied coldly, giving Yami and Bakura respectful glances. Undaunted by the hostility, Marik tried to provoke the other, “So how's it in the sack, Obelisk? Or have you two not gotten there yet?”

 

“Fuck off, Marik. We're here to investigate a rumor about a Murcielago being here in Domino,” Obelisk answered bitterly, shoving past Marik to consult Yami and Bakura. Unable to understand such hostility directed solely toward him, Marik turned to Osiris for help, “Is he still mad about the accident?”

 

Red hair danced smoothly in waves as Osiris nodded and replied, “It took a while for him to get his car back. But he shouldn't blame you. It was really his fault for challenging you to a race with a brand new car.”

 

“Hopefully he'll get over it. What about you, you still drivin' that cock-saddle?”

 

Though displeased by Marik's term of reference, Osiris answered with his usual smile, “If you're referring to my VFR, yes, I am still racing with it. But enough about me, how are you and your brother?”

 

“Malik's doin' okay, and I'm not doing too bad… `cept Derek's been kinda quiet about this year's big race,” Marik answered, hooking his thumbs over the pockets of his jeans as he began to walk about the room once more. He continued once seated on a bench, his chin rested on his raised knee, “It's kinda gettin' to me, you know? Especially with all the awesome drivers this year, me and the boys know it ain't gonna be easy.”

 

“But in the end, isn't it just one on one?”

 

Crossing over to the redhead, Obelisk smirked his devilish trademark, his arms wrapped around the slim waist. Narrowing his eyes slyly, he added, “And may the best win.”

 

*^_^*

Ryou stood by Bakura's car, his fingers folded over a small package, and watched his brother chat with Seto Kaiba about tonight's race. As time passed, more and more people gathered and the music grew louder, beating rather harshly in Ryou's ears. Some of the guys were leisurely enjoying the scene as several scantily dressed girls danced before them - some threw themselves on Yami as he walked by them.

 

Tonight he was wearing an elegant ensemble of black: black jeans and a black jacket over a white shirt. Ryou could feel the heat rise to his face when Yami looked over at him, giving him a friendly greeting, “Having fun, Ryou?”

All Ryou could do in response was nod; he felt like a fool. Here he was, all alone with Yami, with Bakura away talking to Seto and Marik, and all he could do was nod and blush. The tension of his hopeless crush made Ryou feel so small, his body going rigid with his breaths coming short; when Yami reached out and touched Ryou's arm, a small yelp shot out of Ryou's mouth. Blinking, Yami slipped out of his startled state and patted Ryou on his shoulder, chuckling, “Don't be so nervous, Ryou.”

Before Yami could walk away, Ryou mustered up all his courage, his determination, confidence and let his fingers brush over Yami's arm; he offered the small package in his hand to the handsome youth while murmuring, “It's for good luck… for whenever you race… you don't have to keep it… I just thought- ”

 

“Thank you, Ryou,” Yami cut him off with a hug, making Ryou almost squeak in delight. It looked as if Yami was about to say something when something started a rather large commotion; people shouted in excitement, jumping up and down, while those bigger shoved the smaller down to the ground. Amidst the chaotic atmosphere, Ryou felt his body being shoved in many directions; he hit the ground with a loud cry, his hand breaking his fall.

 

“Ryou!” he heard Yami call for him, and, cradling his sore hand, Ryou tried to call over the loud shouts and music. Shoes rushed past him, pounding the ground thunderously, and somewhere, Ryou heard a loud shriek of wheels scraping against the ground. Immediately, the noise died down, and Ryou heard a door opening and closing. At that moment, Yami helped him up and kept him close, growing worried about the swelling on Ryou's wrist.

 

“What's going on?” Bakura came charging through the huge crowd, furious and sporting few bruises. Behind Marik followed his younger brother, Malik, whom Obelisk and Osiris followed close behind. All of them seemed bewildered, Marik and Bakura being more infuriated for the sudden chaos.

 

“Holy - it's the Murcielago!” Marik called out after getting a good look at what was going on, on top of someone else's car; he motioned for Yami to take a look. Up ahead, a dark-skinned youth with golden crown of strands, adorned in innumerable golden rings in his ears along with diamond studs met Yami's scrutiny with his own crimson eyes. Of all flamboyant decorations on this youth, Yami's eyes were drawn to the tattooed hieroglyphics that seemed to be crawling all over this stranger's body. Next to him stood a bright yellow Lamborghini Murcielago.

 

“Do you plan on having a staring contest with me? I came to watch you race,” the youth taunted, his lips twisted in a devious smirk, “I already defeated all the top racers in the big cities. Now it's time for the famous Yami to drown in my glory.”

 

There was an agitated murmur within the crowd, some annoyed by the stranger's growing arrogance and some excited by the challenge issued to their idol. While Yami was unfazed by all this, Obelisk was fuming with anger. Fists raised, Obelisk shouted, “You come in here with no respect, challenging someone way out of your league! Why don't we have a race?! If you lose, then you will apologize for insulting Yami.”

 

“And if I win?” another smirk. Pointing in Ryou's direction, the golden-haired youth stated, “If I win, then I get him for the rest of the night.”

 

“Over my dead body, bitch!” Bakura interfered, arms raised as if he was shielding Ryou from the stranger's eyes. Before Yami could even add onto what Bakura had said, blood sprayed onto his shirt from the cut on Bakura's extended arm. His arm searing in pain, Bakura fell to his knees, blood staining the fingers that were closed over the wound. Ryou, frantic, tried to stop the bleeding, unaware of Bakura telling him to calm down.

 

“Do you accept the challenge or not?” the golden-haired youth addressed the group, his fingers toying with several more blades, “If I win, I get the little one. It's simple.”

 

“Of course I accept-”

 

“Obelisk! Stand down!” Yami's voice roared over the two, and Obelisk threw Yami an indignant glare. Overwhelmed by rage yet maintaining his priorities, Yami coolly replied, “I would NEVER accept such challenge. Unless you can come to be with a more decent proposition, we will never race.”

 

= = = End of Second Track = = =

 

Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter kind of stinks. I had to rush a bit with AP Exams and everything. It's been a stressful week. @_@; Hope I don't lose any reviewers because of this chapter.

 

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