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Test Drive	By : kougaslover Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31185 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hello everyone, welcome to chapter fourteen of Test Drive. I hope you all enjoy, if you have suggestions or requests for future chapters fire away.
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~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
Inuyasha relaxed back in the seat of the sea plane, glancing down at the beautiful sea as the big propeller engines hummed along. After a few minutes, he popped the cooler by his feet and pulled out one of the many cold local beers he’d iced up before the plane set off from the small airstrip and away from Spain.
“Hey can you crack me one of them?”
“Sure thing.”
He wasn’t sure how wise it was for the pilot to drink but fuck it, he’d done a fine job so far and it was nice out. Clinking bottles together, they both took a sip and relaxed, the plane settling on course in the warm, fine afternoon. It would be a couple hours yet but it should be an easy flight, at least Inuyasha hoped so.
Relaxing, Inuyasha looked out onto the gorgeous water below, soon lulling off into a light doze. The flight breezed past and before he knew it Inuyasha felt the plane start to descend, drawing down on the bright blue water. The waves were calm and with a graceful descent the plane lightly skipped over a few and settled onto the surface, slowing as they approached a small Marina.
“Well, welcome to Mallorca Mr. Takahashi.”
“Nice to be here, you know where we can get a decent bite to eat?”
“Oh yeah, there’s a place up the road that does meat roasts on charcoal phenomenally well. Their pork sandwiches are to die for, great fruit appetizers too.”
“Sounds good to me. And well, well, thank you Sesshomaru.” Sitting on the dock was the car Sesshomaru had arranged for him. A 1967 Porsche 911 Targa, dark blue with beautiful stainless Fuchs alloys matching the alloy band wrapped round the B-pillar. Getting behind the wheel, Inuyasha fired the air cooled six-cylinder as the pilot got in the passenger seat.
“Just bust a right out of here and have at it. The stop is maybe five miles up, on the right.”
Inuyasha snicked the shifter into first gear, dropping the handbrake, and eased the clutch out rolling the sports car from a stop. Accelerating up the dock, he shifted into second and made the right onto the road, accelerating a ways before shifting into third. The air cooled boxer-six made a brilliant noise as he revved it through third and skipped fourth and into fifth, slotting it up into the final gear and easing the clutch out.
“Man, this thing is phenomenal.” The pilot praised as he relaxed into the passenger seat of the well-built, though sparse German interior. Five miles came up on them quick and they pulled off the road into the parking lot of the roadside stop. Stopping, Inuyasha slid the shifter into first, pulled the handbrake, and shut the engine off before getting out.
~~~~~~A Few Hours Later~~~~~~
Inuyasha followed the GPS Sesshomaru had given him and found the small but very nice home Sesshomaru had. Unsurprisingly, it was right on the beach, a small two bedroom house with a three car garage, oversized deck with grill, and freakish view to boot. Opening the garage doors, he found the open space and backed the 911 in, surprised at the other two vehicles present.
A dark gray Alfa Romeo 166 occupied one, while a modified first generation Ford Bronco occupied another. The Alfa was a V6 model, loaded with options, while the Bronco was lifted with aftermarket wheels and tires, lights, bull bars, and additional gas cans and spare tires. It was a nice triplet of vehicles, a brilliant sport sedan, a beefy off-roader, and a perfect open top sports car.
“Hey Sess, how’s it going?” Inuyasha’s cell phone had rang, Sesshomaru calling him from a meeting he’d flown to Brussels for.
“It’s going, painfully slowly, but it’s going. I trust your flight went well little brother?”
“It went great actually, to be honest I kind of dozed off through half of it. I have to say, the 911 was a nice touch aniki.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. It’s a favorite of mine, especially around the island where you can actually stretch its legs.”
“Hell yeah. Speaking of stretching legs, what’s the first race here?”
“You’ll have two races on the island, at least for now. The first is a three stage event, comprised of sections of the Mallorca classic car rally course. You will be competing in cumulative timed events on the roads, lowest time wins of course.
The second race is a simulated rally stage using nineties WRC cars and will be part tarmac, part sand and dirt as you wind through a section of beach and inland areas. Again it will be timed, though in the latter case it will be a single stage.”
“Fucking right, what cars will I be using for those?”
“For the first race which is comprised entirely of Lamborghini Gallardo’s, it’ll be the Gallardo Balboni and for the rally stage you will use a 1998 Subaru Impreza WRC car.”
That was a nice pairing of vehicles. The Gallardo Balboni was the purist, demanding version of the regularly safe guarded Gallardo. The Balboni, named for Lamborghini’s test driver Valentino Balboni, mated the five hundred and fifty horsepower V10 to rear wheel drive, unlike the standard four wheel drive Gallardo.
In the Subaru’s case, the Impreza WRX STi WRC car was a turbo charged, all-wheel drive monster. The two liter boxer four cylinder received a massive turbo, routed through a five speed manual through all four wheels. It had exceptional suspension travel, enhanced brakes, and knobby tires to keep it moving on dirt, mud, snow, or gravel.
“Fuck me, two of my dream cars on the same island.”
“It won’t just be the same island little brother, but the same day as well. You’ll race the Gallardo early tomorrow, the Subaru in the afternoon, and catch the last flight out. It will be a short, but hopefully successful day in Mallorca and if all goes as planned we’ll be having dinner together in Morocco tomorrow night.”
“Morocco?”
“Indeed, I know a great little place in Tangier, right on the water. Some intense racing as well, a lot of rally stages that mimic the classic WRC course. But, we will get to that soon otouto. I have to get back to this meeting, I will talk to you soon.”
“Sounds good, bye.” Inuyasha hung up the phone and picked up his cooler, which was restocked with beer, and walked out onto the beach, setting out one of the chairs stored inside and taking up residence on his back above the warm sand. It was a beautiful evening, might as well enjoy it.
~~~~~~The Next Morning~~~~~~
Inuyasha stumbled into the kitchen, putting a pot of water on and pouring some coffee grounds into the press he found on the counter. Rubbing his eyes, the hanyou stretched his lean frame out and waited impatiently for the water to come to a boil. Eventually it did and he poured the steaming liquid into the press, straining the grinds to the bottom a minute later.
Pouring himself a cup, Inuyasha sipped at it, letting it cool a bit before outright gulping it down. The anti-morning person found his way through a shower, dressed, and scarfed down a light breakfast before heading out to the garage.
Picking the Alfa, he fired the 166 to life and dropped the handbrake, easing the clutch out and rolling from the garage before getting out and shutting it behind him. He got in the Alfa and pulled off, headed for the small garage Sesshomaru owned off site. It was likely a good thing the garage was removed from his house and was in fact at the end of a fairly long gravel path off the road and through some woods; the small Spanish island could only host so many gray Lamborghini’s after all.
Though, it was a hell of a gray Lamborghini as Inuyasha found out. Pulling the Alfa round the back of the small mortar-constructed building, Inuyasha locked the Italian four door and got behind the wheel of an Italian two-door. Firing the Gallardo Balboni to life, Inuyasha couldn’t resist revving the Audi derived V10 once, hearing it roar.
Pulling out of the garage he eased it down the gravel path, warming the gearbox gently and keeping the rare sports car’s paint fully intact. On the road, he let the V10 run, working the six-speed manual as the rear wheels thrust the car forward with a ferocity and feel the standard four-wheel drive Gallardo’s just couldn’t quite capture.
With a quick jaunt over some highway sections, Inuyasha found himself pulling off onto a runoff section built into one of the smaller roads. The emergency turn-off rose and then crested, where a pack of eleven other Gallardo’s were waiting.
“Hey there puppy.” Kouga was waiting for him by the side of his Gallardo, a Performante special edition. The special edition was a Spyder tuned for five hundred and seventy horsepower and had the standard four wheel drive. Paired up with special body touches, a small spoiler, bespoke wheels, and a white paintjob with two thin black stripes running the length of the car.
“Puppy?” Inuyasha growled as he got from behind the wheel of his own Lambo. Around him were a number of other cars and their drivers. Directly next to him was a first generation Gallardo Superleggera, a fairly young kitsune standing next to it, the pearlescent orange paint surprisingly similar to his hair and tail.
“Don’t concern yourself with the wolf, he’d hit on a brick wall if it’d answer him.”
“Oh Shippo, no need to be cross just because I’m not into minors. You’ll turn eighteen one of these days kit.” Shippo was well over the age of consent of course, but it didn’t stop him ribbing.
“Now you see what I put up with. So many boys arguing amongst themselves, nice to see a man come among us for once.” A rather curvaceous, red headed ookami approached him, Ayame no doubt.
“And you must be Ayame.”
“Indeed, and you sweetheart?”
“Inuyasha, Takahashi. I take it that one’s yours?” Inuyasha asked, pointing towards the Gallardo LP560-4 Spyder painted a deep purple.
“What can I say, I like purple. Pretty much everything purple, like say, you. I bet your head gets nice and purple when you’re hard, doesn’t it.”
“Excuse me; I was hitting on him first.” Kouga butted in, getting a face from Ayame.
“Shall we race, or are you all going to give him your attention all day? You’ve certainly given him enough of your money.” Another of the group commented, getting behind the wheel of his own Gallardo Superleggera.
“Eh, I’ll take his money if he wants to lose it so bad.” Shippo joked, moving to his first generation Superleggera.
“In that first generation model?”
“What, like I’m going to buy another over-priced Audi just for this race?” Shippo prodded, not the biggest fan of the post takeover Lamborghini’s. After being purchased by the German company, Lamborghini had indeed adopted a lot of Audi’s high performance components and engineering know-how. They were indeed faster, easier, more reliable than ever before but in all the German engineering and four-wheel drive the current Lamborghini’s had lost a bit of that ludicrousness that made them Lambo’s in the first place.
“Touché.” Kouga got behind the wheel of his own high dollar Audi, firing the V10 back to life as the flagman approached.
“Takahashi you’re up first.”
Inuyasha lined up and was given a countdown. At zero, the flag dropped and he dumped the clutch, taking off in a blast of tire smoke and some gravel. Revving to its stratospheric eighty five hundred rpm rev limit, Inuyasha slammed it into second and planted his right foot. As he stormed down the ramp back towards the road, Inuyasha got a fine appreciation for the powerful V10 in the lightened Gallardo.
A SEAT passenger car was in the lane, doing fifty or so while Inuyasha accelerated. In the short few hundred feet Inuyasha matched the car’s speed, outpaced it and caught up. With few feet left he overtook in third and merged in ahead of the five door hatchback.
“Damn, he’s got balls no arguing that.” Kouga praised the hanyou’s courage as another of the drivers, piloting a Gallardo Super Trofeo, lined up. It was actually a version of the Balboni, meant for the Hong Kong market. It was the same engine setup and rear wheel drive, but lacked the white and gold stripe came only with the E-Gear transmission.
It too launched a short while after, accelerating down to the road and tearing towards the end of the first stage. A Gallardo Bicolore was next, the orange and black two tone version taking off, four wheel drive giving it more traction off the line though adding to the weight.
Ayame and Shippo were next in line respectively, both roaring off towards the finish line. Between them and Kouga, six more Gallardo’s were set off in thirty second intervals. First generation Nera and SE models followed Shippo, the two special models essentially just tweaked first generation cars but still proper sports cars and still a threat.
Behind them, the rest were all second generation Gallardo’s, and all special editions. Another Balboni, this one in lime green with E-gear, a Chinese market Noctis edition, a white and red Bianco Rosso edition meant for the Japanese market thus the white and red color, and behind it a Chinese market Gold edition.
Finally it was Kouga’s turn in his Performante, the most hardcore open top Gallardo on offer. He had the most aggressive engine tune, putting out five hundred and sixty two horsepower, though it was heftier being a convertible. It was a four-wheel drive variant to boot, though he did have a proper manual over the E-Gear, and he was making the most of it.
Diving by pedestrian vehicles Kouga hammered through every apex, flooring it through the straights. He used every inch of grip the four wheel drive system had to offer, torturing the ultra-high performance tires at each corner.
He was on full attack, ready to earn a few victories after Inuyasha’s storming the beginning of the series. And he liked Mallorca, liked the classic car rally the race was taken from, and he liked the car. It wasn’t a properly hairy Lamborghini like the classics, but what it lacked in pantomime it made up for in ability. In being put through Audi’s finishing school Lamborghini had developed the Gallardo, especially the fully realized Performante, into a properly fast, competent driver.
And it paid off, by time they finished the first stage, a bit over five miles Kouga had found himself right on the bumper of the Gold edition that had started ahead of him. Seeing as they were working with thirty second intervals, that was a lot. It didn’t sound like much, but in racing terms it was an ice age, especially with two cars so evenly matched by virtue of being nearly identical.
“YES!!!”
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