Street Demons: Chapter 7

 

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            Kagura woke up to the sound of the comm. device in her car chirping away. It had been two weeks since she had won against the two morons from the Wolf-pack; since then she had won over ten races and her winning totaled over twenty thousand dollars. However, the young woman was far from paying off Sesshoumaru and was still at the bottom of the world, but it was better than racing for her father as, basically, his slave.

 

 

            When Kagura got to the car, she leaned into it and pressed a button near the screen on the comm. system. Immediately, a message popped up and began to play an audio message.

 

 

“Hey, Kagura, it’s me, Inuyasha. Listen, I need your help with a race. I’ve got a friend racing in it and I need her to win. Normally this wouldn’t be too much of a problem but the guys she’s going up against are real assholes who try to take anyone out whenever they can. I heard how you took out Kouga’s lackeys and I know you can drive. I can make this worth you while and I can fix it so that you can race someone that’ll make get you a good car. The location should be programmed into your GPS. Get there ASAP.”

 

            Kagura smirked as she opened the door of her car. “Guess I’m gonna make some money today.” She jammed the key into the ignition and went to turn on the car, only to hear it turn over a few times and stall out. “You piece of shit,” she growled as she flung the door open and hit the hood release. As she walked to the front of the car she threw her shirt off, leaving her only in her bra, and ripped the hood open, propping it up. “And it looks like I get to play mechanic today, too.”

 

 

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            Kagura pulled up to the start line of the race and only saw two other cars there: both of them Cobalt SS Supercharged, nothing to laugh at. At stock the cars could probably make about 170mph and if tuned or customized could go even faster. Kagura had even heard rumors of a heavily customized Cobalt SS that could top out at 230mph. She pulled up to the line, looking over the cars and assuming that if she was racing them, the cars were barely above stock but could still beat her ass.

 

 

“God I hate this car,” she growled as she opened the door and looked around looking for Inuyasha’s Viper. When she saw it she rushed over to the car and tapped on the tinted window. After a few moments the door opened and the young white-haired man stepped out of the car. “Hey, Kagura.”

 

 

“Hey yourself,” she returned, placing her hands on her hips. “So then, where’s this person I’m supposed to be protecting? And just how much are you paying me to lose?”

 

 

            “Five large and I’ll set you up against a chick with a Toyota Supra. That sound good?” he asked, staring Kagura down, trying to intimidate her somewhat. “If that’s not good enough then you’ll have to just suck it up.”

            Kagura smirked, pleased with the fruits of her losing, as she responded, “That’ll be fine, so who am I protecting?”

            “My friend Kagome, she’s an alright driver but she gets nervous when people get too close to her in a race. And when people get too close…she loses,” the man answered with a sigh as he looked towards a back alley as if waiting for something. “That and she just got a new car the other day.”

            “What kind of car?” the red-eyed woman questioned, wondering if she’d have trouble keeping the Cobalts off of this Kagome chick.

            “A 2005 Subaru Impreza WRX, a bit old but runs great… One hell of a lot better than your crappy car,” he said, taking the best jab he could at the woman.

            “A stock car would be better than that junker,” she grumbled, glancing towards the same alleyway. Right before she was about to say something else a Subaru Impreza came flying out of the alleyway. This car was a hideous atrocity to the car gods. It was metallic white with purple and pink crescent vinyl stripes along the doors and roof. The back half of the car was covered in a purple vinyl that only seemed to accent the tackiness of the car. The body kit that had been placed on the Impreza increased the width of the back end of the car, literally giving it a fat ass. The car also had a carbon fiber hood, spoiler, and dual roof scoops that clashed with the paint job on the rest of the car. The rims were fat hot pink rims. On top of it all, there was a big black dot on either door with a white 17 in the middle of each.

            “Oh, sweet Jesus Christ,” Inuyasha groaned as he looked at the car, wearing an expression that matched Kagura's, namely one that seemed to scream, ‘What the hell?’ When the car stopped, a young woman stepped out of it, wearing an extremely pleased look on her face. The woman had long, shiny black hair and shimmering blue eyes set in a slightly pale face. She was wearing flat shoes with knee high stockings, a short green plaid skirt, and, for some ungodly reason, a sweatshirt. Inuyasha stared at her for a few more moments before blurting out at the top of his lungs, “KAGOME, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO THE CAR?!”

 

 

            “What the hell are you yelling at me for!” Kagome shouted back as she stomped her foot on the ground. “I didn’t mess it up or anything; it’s running fine!”

            “Honey, you have horrid taste is all,” Kagura jeered with a smirk as she looked over at the horrible looking vehicle. “Look at all the other cars here, and then look at yours. Do you see the difference?”

 

 

            “Just who is this?” the younger woman asked, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at the red eyed woman. “Is she some new girl you picked up?” she continued, sounding hurt.

 

 

            “No, I’m the unlucky woman who has not only gotten stuck driving for Sesshoumaru, but has somehow gotten herself talked into protecting a little girl with no taste in cars,” Kagura retaliated, keeping her cool with a smirk on her face the entire time. “Now if you don’t mind let’s get racing; I’d like to get my money and the chance at my new car sooner rather than later.” Before the other woman could retaliate Kagura walked off and got back into her car, turning it on and revving the engine. She told the other racers that she was ready to go.

 

 

            It wasn’t long before the two Cobalts were revving their engines to tell Kagome to hurry up. The horrid Impreza was the last car on the line, and was probably already going to be the focus of the other drivers. All the drivers waited for the signal to go and once they got it, all four cars went flying off the line. Immediately, Kagura brought up the race map and smirked. “A drifting sprint then. Too bad I have too lose,” she commented, preparing to take the first turn.

 

 

            As she neared the turn, Kagura got on the inside most lane and ripped on her hand break, sending her car into a drifting slide. About halfway through the slide she let the break off and hit her nitrous button, accelerating her car forward into the back side of one of the Cobalts. The hit car began to spin out of control and smacked into a wall.

 

 

            Kagura knew she hadn’t crippled the car and continued onward on the course, drifting around the turns like an expert. As she went through each, her car slid at an angle on the road: a ballet of metal, rubber, and asphalt. Soon enough she had caught up to Kagome and the other Cobalt and cursed herself mentally. The person in the Cobalt was attacking Kagome with everything he had.

 

 

            Kagura thought for a few moments before figuring out a plan, a very simple plan. She followed behind the two battling cars, slowly gaining on them, and waited for them to go into the next turn. When they did Kagura hit her nitrous button again and T-boned the Cobalt right before it hit Kagome’s car, causing it to veer off course and smash into some water barrels. “If you try to hit her again, I’ll cripple you,” Kagura taunted over the comm. system as she pulled up beside the Impreza.

 

 

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            Kagura pulled into her garage and let out a sigh as the car sputtered dead. “I can’t wait to win that Supra,” she groaned as she got out of the car. She quickly hit the garage door and popped the hood of the car; tossing her shirt aside so she didn’t stain it while working on the car. As she began to look around the engine for the problem, the young woman heard the side door of the garage opening. She gripped the socket wrench tighter in her hand as the footsteps got closer. When she felt a presence beside her, Kagura swung the wrench as hard as she could, her hand stopping in the grip of a stronger one before it hit the target.

            “Seems like you enjoy trying to assault people with tools,” an all too familiar chilled voice said as its owner took the wrench from Kagura’s hand. “I see you’ve been making some money and winning some races.”

            “Sesshoumaru, just what the hell do you want?” she snarled as she wrenched her hand away from the man’s strong grip. “I thought our agreement was that I’d win races and you’d bet on me; that’d be how I’d pay you back.”

            “Yes, and I came here in order to tell you that I’ll be betting on your race with Tsubaki, and that if you lose you’ll be in it deep,” he informed, looking into Kagura’s eyes and seeing that she didn’t fully understand. “Tsubaki will be racing you for pink slips; if you lose you lose your car. And if you lose your car you will be able to pay me back.”

            “Then I won’t lose,” she compromised, snatching the wrench away from the taller man. “Or at least I won’t lose if I can keep this car together in one piece during the race. What do you know about Tsubaki?” she questioned as she went back under the hood of the car.

            “Answer a few of my questions first and I’ll help you out with her, that seems reasonable correct?” he responded dully as he looked under the hood at her.

            “Don’t have a choice, now do I?” she grumbled, continuing to work on the car. “What do you want to know?”

            “First off, why do you work with your shirt off? Are you trying to attract some attention?”

 

 

            “No, I work with my shirt off because I don’t want to stain my clothes, that simple. Next question.”

 

 

            “What’s with this,” he asked, touching a large spider shaped scar on her back, making the young woman shoot up and almost smack her head on the hood of the car. In a flash the woman had backed away from the man, shivering a bit. She was silent for a few more moments as she composed herself. “If it’s too personal…”

            “No, it’s just…never ever touch me again unless you’re saving my life or I say you can,” she snapped, her eyes becoming fiery again as she stared into Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes. They stayed silent for a few more moments trying to stare each other down, neither one gaining ground. Eventually Kagura spoke up, “The scar is from my father. I disobeyed him and began to race a little for myself, so he decided to rig a car and have me test drive it.” She took a deep breath, trying to focus on just what happened the day she got her scar. “When I went into third gear the back of the driver’s seat exploded or lit on fire. The next thing I remember after that was waking up in my room, naked and my back searing with pain.”

            Sesshoumaru stayed quiet for a few moments, seeming to contemplate what he was just told before returning to his original conversation with Kagura. “Tsubaki is a great racer on sprints and drag races. She’s bitchy and very cocky, like another woman I know,” he mused, looking at Kagura as she glowered at him. “Her weakness is lap racing and cornering-”

            “So, the best thing to go against her would be a drift race, right?” Kagura interrupted, a smirk crossing her features. “Is she cocky enough to accept my conditions to race?” she questioned, her gaze focused on her car.

            “Probably, seeing as there’s a very small chance of her knowing who you are,” he replied, trying to calculate how much money he could make off of this deal. Before he could respond the comm. system began to chirp and Kagura hurried over to play the message. When she hit the button near the screen a female voice came over the speakers, her voice corresponding with the text that popped up.

 

 

“Hey wench, this is Tsubaki. I got word that you wanna race me and I’m gonna tell you that I’m up for it, any time, any where. Just name your conditions and time. Oh and one little thing. When you lose be ready to hand over that car of yours, don’t expect it back. I’m gonna sell it for parts so you’ll never see it again.”

 

            “Hey Sesshoumaru, you want that money right? Well, first you gotta help me set up my race against Tsubaki,” Kagura said, the smirk on her face growing as she formulated a plan to guarantee her victory.

 

 

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            Kagura pulled through the gates of a stadium and next to a wide slick road that curved throughout the inside of the stadium. As she looked around, she saw a lot of people sitting in the stands and several cars parked on various parts of the road. As she turned off her car and stepped outside of her Neon, the red-eyed woman saw a car sitting across from hers. It was a metallic black Toyota Supra with a black and white tribal vinyl that spread from the hood of the car to its back end and down onto the doors of the car. The car had a custom body kit and hood along with an after market spoiler and rims.

 

 

            “So, you must be this Kagura I’m supposed to race,” a young woman greeted as she got out from behind the wheel of the Supra. She was a few inches shorter than Kagura and had long white hair and pale skin, reminding Kagura of her younger sister, Kanna--though the woman standing in front of her had a vastly different taste in clothing. This woman Tsubaki was wearing a tight low-cut tank top and a short skirt, both of them black. She was also wearing a pair of black lace-topped fishnet stockings and high heels, neither one exactly proper for racing. “Well, let’s get this over with, wench. I’d like to get that ride of yours sold soon.”

 

 

            “You’re one to talk, ya hussie,” Kagura returned with a smirk plastered on her face as she stared Tsubaki down. “Just give up now and save us both the trouble. I promise I’ll take good care of that Supra of yours.”

            “Shut up and learn to respect those who are better than you,” Tsubaki growled as she walked over to Kagura and jabbed her in the chest with her finger. “You have no chance of winning and after I beat you, I’ll personally make sure you never race again!”

            Before Kagura could retaliate, Miroku came in to break up the fight. “Now, now girls, let’s settle this fight on the track. Now before we get started I’ll explain the rules,” Miroku said, the sounds of another race happening on a separate track. “The track you will be racing in is a simple rectangle,” he explained, making sure the women didn’t try and attack each other. “You’ll have two laps around the rectangle to gain as many points as possible. Points are gained based on speed, angle, and length of the drift. Also, the closer you get to a wall while drifting, the more points you get. Though if you hit a wall, you lose all the points you accumulated in that drifting chain. Clear?”

 

 

            “Crystal,” Kagura answered as she jumped in her Neon, ready to race when Tsubaki suddenly jumped in front of her car. “What the hell are you doing?!”

            “I’m the ranking racer here! I’m going first!” Tsubaki declared before stomping over to her car, almost tripping once because of her high heels. Within a few moments, Tsubaki was at the starting line revving her engine.

 

 

            Kagura had gotten out of her car and decided to watch her competition along with Miroku. “So how is she at this kind of racing?” she asked, wondering if she had gotten herself in too deep.

            “Mediocre, you just may have chosen the worst possible kind of race for her,” the black haired man replied as he looked up at a large screen which had Tsubaki’s name next to a point value of 0. “Now if it was me we were talking about…”

 

 

            “Well, we’re not talking about you,” Kagura cut him off as she watched Tusbaki take off the start line and go flying down the road. Right before she took the bend she turned her car, making it drift. “She’s going too fast,” Kagura observed as the tail end of the Supra hit into a wall.

 

 

            “I see what you mean,” Miroku agreed as Tusbaki came around the second corner a bit slower in the middle of the road, allowing her to earn 592 points. The black car continued down a straight away, gaining more speed, and drifted through another corner, keeping in the middle of the road before straightening out slightly. It accelerated a bit before entering the next turn in a drift, allowing the points of both drifts to combo.

 

 

            By the time she crossed the start line, Tusbaki had managed to accumulate 2196 points on her first lap. As she entered the turn where she had hit off of a wall in the first lap, she was going considerably slower, letting her get the drift but at a significant point loss. As she continued through the rest of her second lap, she desperately tried to gain a few points here and there with horrible and sloppy drifts, making her look more and more like an amateur. When Tusbaki crossed the finish line she had managed to accumulate 6305 points, something that Kagura scoffed at.

 

 

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            Kagura sat in her Neon, waiting for the signal to start and knowing that as long as the car held together she would be able to win this race easy. When the signal went to green Kagura tore off the line, accelerating up to 60mph before she went into a drift around the first turn. While drifting, Kagura kept the nose of the car only a few inches away from the wall, earning her double points as she drifted out of the first turn and through the second turn, hitting her nitrous various times to keep her car stable.

 

 

            The red-eyed woman glanced at her comm. screen as she sped down the straight away, trying to get up some speed for the next turn, and saw that she had accumulated 3068 points in that one drift. Right before she entered the next turn, Kagura pulled up on her hand break, sending her into another clean drift down the middle of the track. Through the drift the ebony-haired woman tramped the gas to help give her stability and speed all throughout. As she came out of the other turn, she stabilized her car and watched as she earned another 1439 points, giving her a total of 4507 points for her first lap.

 

 

            Kagura growled as she looked at her score, wishing she had done more so that she could’ve finished the race with just one lap. She began cursing herself a little as she sped down the track and drifted into the first turn again, going a bit faster than she wanted, causing her to almost smack into the wall with the side of her car. Acting quickly, Kagura slammed her nitrous button, sending her car into a frenzy as she managed to avoid the wall and go through the second turn, earning her another 1765 points. Kagura struggled against the car as she slammed on the breaks, bringing her car to a dead stop in the middle of the track.

 

 

            The black haired woman took a few deep breaths as she checked her score: 6272 points. She would still need another handful of points, which was attainable seeing as she still had the fourth turn to go through. The problem was that the car was sputtering and shaking badly, a sure sign it was about to die. “Come on,” she muttered, gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles were white. “Just get me through this race, please.” After saying her small prayer, Kagura slammed the gas and hit the nitrous button one last time before she entered the final turn, ripping up on her hand break and sending her into a drift.

 

 

            She held her breath through the turn and prayed silently that everything would work out right and, to her surprise, the car gods decided to smile down upon her and allowed her car to get through the turn and roll across the finish line before it stalled out. Kagura let out the breath that she had been holding for what seemed like days as she opened the car door. Kagura looked at Tusbaki for a moment before regaining her composure, placing a smirk on her face. “Hand over the keys now,” she taunted, holding her hand out in front of her.

 

 

            Tusbaki stared at her for a few moments before she threw the keys at the other woman, storming away as she muttered incoherent curses. Kagura dangled the keys, vastly pleased with her self as she looked at her new car. “Congratulations,” Miroku said, breaking the silence. “It’s a very nice car. Shouldn’t need any work.”

            “Of course it does,” the red-eyed woman retorted as she walked over to the Supra. “This paint job just isn’t right for this car. Guess that old fart Totosai will be getting some more work from me,” she mused as she got in the car.

            “Well what about this?” Miroku questioned as he tapped the broken down Dodge. “I’m assuming that you don’t wanna fix it up at all.”

            “Do whatever you want,” she responded, waving out the window as she started her new car. “It’s your problem now, not mine.”

 

 

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