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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
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t own Inuyasha or any of the Inuyasha characters; they’re Rumiko Takahashi’s (lucky!) I don’t make any money; these just amuse me and take up my spare time. Please Read and Review!!!

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Hello all, welcome to chapter twenty-three of Test Drive I hope you all enjoy. Even if I keep denying you all the Inu/Sess smut yet again :P This go round we get to meet some more of the competition, including a couple of randy wolves...
Oh, for those who don't know, prior to becoming Nissan, Nissan was originally called Datsun. It is still a sort of joke to call modern Nissan's Datsun's hence a joke on Inuyasha's part.
Thank you all for reading, and please review!
~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
Inuyasha eased himself into the passenger seat of the Ferrari as Sesshomaru snicked the metal gated shifter into reverse, backing out of its parking spot between the Subaru wagon and the Veyron. Sliding it into first, the dog demon eased the clutch out with a blip of the Italian V8 and the dark grey convertible accelerated to the garage exit.
Pulling out onto the street Sesshomaru’s left hand shifted up into second and he leaned on the throttle, letting the F430 accelerate up to the nearest light. Inuyasha had to admit, Tokyo was a beautiful city at night, a constant meshing of people and cars under the warmth of a seemingly endless blanket of neon lights and signs.
“So where are we headed again?” Inuyasha asked as Sesshomaru drove along.
“This nightclub, called Womb. It is arguably Tokyo’s finest. Odds are you’ll get to meet some of the competition, take a victory lap so to speak.”
Sesshomaru smirked, though truly he was immensely proud of his sibling once again. A race of sub-compact hot hatchbacks looked cute on the surface, but it was a tough race and an important one.
Tokyo hosted some of the most difficult racing their club had to offer. Cramped settings, heavy traffic, an ever present police force, and some fiercely competitive local drivers made for a true challenge. It was brilliant, but endlessly difficult. Inuyasha winning his first race in the city was a true victory, and hopefully a trendsetter for things to come.
Though, such thoughts were pushed to the back burner as Sesshomaru guided them towards his favorite nightclub. Pulling to the valet area, he handed the closest valet his keys and a generous tip and the human male pulled the Ferrari into the club’s front parking area, the F430 on display with a number of other high end luxury and exotics. As they were walking in, Inuyasha turned to the driveway and was surprised to see a Lexus LF-A pulling up, the nearly four hundred thousand U.S. dollar Lexus pulling to a stop out front of ‘Womb’.
“Wow, that is one eye catching Lexus.”
“Indeed. I have to say, that is a brilliant car. Generally, a very electronically addled, paddle shifted car wouldn’t be among my favorites but that LF-A is electrifying. It revs so fast, and is so viciously sharp and responsive.”
“Nice.”
“Hello gentlemen, welcome to Womb.”
“Good evening my dear, I understand the fourth floor has been reserved tonight.”
“Yes it has, are you on the list.”
“Yes we are, I’m Sesshomaru Takahashi.”
“Ah, right this way Mr. Takahashi.”
They were lead to the top floor of the building where Inuyasha saw two wolf demons together. One had a shot glass on his stomach, just above the line of his jeans, which the other grabbed with his teeth and tipped up, pulling the glass away before leaning in to kiss the other one.
“I see Ginta and Hakkaku have preceded us.”
“Friends of yours?”
“Friends, competitors, business partners, a mix of the three. They’re friends of Kouga’s, pack mates; Ginta is the one with the spiked hair. You actually met them today if you know what I mean.”
“I met them, or they met my ass?”
“Sesshomaru, you made it!” The other wolf, Hakkaku responded as the two got up from the long, wrap around couch nestled into one corner of the large fourth floor. The other, Ginta, quickly wrapped himself round Sesshomaru, kissing under the dog demon’s neck.
“I’m glad to see you too Ginta.”
“And you must Sesshomaru’s grief causing stand in. I’m Hakkaku, and you are?”
“Inuyasha, pleased to meet you.” Inuyasha shook the wolf’s hand, letting a certain smugness play out on his lips as he reveled in his earlier victory.
“I hope you’re sticking around, I’m gonna need a victory or three to pay for the repairs to my Citroen.” Hakkaku joked, prompting Inuyasha to conceal a bit of surprise. He was curious as to who was driving the DS3 that had been ahead of him up to the penultimate corner.
“If you are looking to recoup your losses Hakkaku, I sincerely doubt challenging my little brother is the way to do so.”
“Eh, I think between the two of us you won’t get away so easily next time.” Ginta spoke as he came to stand by Sesshomaru, one arm still around the larger demon’s torso, which Sesshomaru oddly enough allowed.
“You two can start a pissing contest later, when you can actually stand up to piss. For now why don’t we just get a bite to eat?”
“Sounds good to me, how’s the sushi in this joint?” Inuyasha questioned as they moved to the large couch and took a seat, Inuyasha sitting next to Sesshomaru with Ginta on the full dog’s other side, Hakkaku next to his spiky haired companion.
“Pretty damn good actually.” Ginta commented as he waved their waitress over. A large order of sushi and a round of drinks were placed as a female demoness ascended up to their floor. The light skinned youkai had dark hair up in a bun, piercing red eyes beneath thick, full lashes. She stopped the waitress long enough to order a martini and took a seat on the couch, sitting next to Inuyasha.
“Kagura, how nice of you to join us.” Sesshomaru stared over at the seductive demoness, his alpha nature rising slightly at her being anywhere remotely near his baby brother.
“I wouldn’t miss you for the world Sesshomaru. I see this is your adorable little stand-in, how fortunate you are to be cute and lucky.”
“Gee thanks.”
“I must say though Sesshomaru, was that a 430 you were driving? Getting a bit dated isn’t it?” The demoness chided him lightly, trying to goad the full dog.
“In your eyes I suppose actually driving a car is getting dated. It’s perfectly alright, not all of us are meant for three pedals and a truly challenging drive.” Inuyasha took Sesshomaru’s jabs to mean it had been her arriving in the LF-A earlier.
“I can handle three pedals; I’m just with the times.”
“Apparently the future isn’t what it used to be, if today was anything to go on.” Inuyasha took his own jab at her. Her Fiat 500 Abarth had been a “695 Tributo Ferrari” edition, complete with Ferrari touches and semi-automatic gearbox and he had still been the one to finish first.
“Well, hard to call a re-write of a fifty year old car the future. Let’s go toe to toe with some real cars and see what happens.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Forward to my arrival? How sweet of you.”
“Ah, Ms. Ling if memory serves.” Inuyasha brightened up as the blonde human approached them, drink in hand to take a seat with them.
“Excellent meeting you again Inuyasha, I hear you’ve been mopping this lot up.”
“Yeah well, he just got lucky I was suffering a misfire the whole time or I’d have had him easy.” Another human, a darker skinned male with a light British accent followed Tatiana Ling to their table, he another of the competitors.
“Oh a misfire Kendrick, I’m sure it must have been terrible.” The platinum blond tease as the human male’s serious face broke down into laughter at his own joke.
“For running on three cylinders that Fiesta was right up my ass through the straights.” Ginta commented as he sipped at his drink, their sushi having arrived. Inuyasha took a hefty sip of his beer himself as another record came on in the background, a house track with heavy bass playing below them.
“Who all else is coming out tonight anyway?”
“Miroku’s busy I know that. Sango might show, perhaps Renkotsu. I know Ban and Jakotsu are both out of the country. Kato is a possibility.” Sesshomaru offered as he sipped at a glass of sake. They lounged a few minutes before a dragon youkai joined their ranks, the male walking up to the group of his competitors with his arms out.
“Come on, did you all miss your daddy?”
“No, I’ve been here the whole time.” Inuyasha answered the dragon with a confident smirk.
The whole group was silent a second before bursting into laughter. Getting up from his chair the human Kendrick passed by the dragon as he went to the bar, liberating them of a bottle of Chopin vodka and the appropriate number of shot glasses and returning to their area. Eight shots of the quality vodka were poured and quickly downed.
“By process of elimination you must be Sesshomaru’s stand in, I’m guessing brother?”
“Half-brother technically but yes, Inuyasha.”
“Tanaka, pleased to meet you properly at long last, staring at your taillights in Monaco was beginning to get expensive.”
“Don’t want to make things too easy for you.”
As they conversed, three more of their numbers arrived. Two human females, Sango and Sabine, and a demon male Kato joined them, rounding them out to a group of eleven. As they conversed, the group that had raced earlier broke down into excuses and defenses much to Inuyasha’s amusement. Paired with the interest of the handful of them that had arrived in Japan after the race, it was a matter of time until the idea of a race was presented.
“Seriously, let’s run one right now.” Hakkaku propositioned the group, getting their interest.
“What are we gonna do for cars?” Ginta questioned his pack mate.
“Indeed, should we just do a run what you brung with what’s in the parking lot?” Tanaka asked, he himself having arrived in a Veyron.
“Man I came here in a Phantom Drophead.” Kendrick responded, his massive Rolls-Royce convertible not exactly the last word in performance.
“Well that’s out. What do we all have available; modern supercars, classics?”
“How much cash do we have on hand?” Inuyasha asked, looking to Sesshomaru.
“I’ve got about a half million pounds in the trunk.” Ling responded, Sesshomaru nodding in agreement. Turned out they all had sizeable cash reserves on them or in their vehicles which gave Inuyasha a good idea. The dealers were all closed, but there was another option.
“How about we find our cars and rent them?”
“Rent?” Kagura asked.
“We’re in Tokyo, it’s nighttime, the tuners have got to be out. You’re telling me in this city we couldn’t find a handful of fast cars out there?”
“I think I get you. Say maybe, two hours, whatever you can get a hold of you race? Ling responded, sipping at a water.
“Sounds good. Say the order of arrivals at the starting line determines the starting order.”
“I like it, what’s the wager?” Kagura asked, interest sufficiently peaked.
“How about, a million pounds each, winner take all?” Kendrick offered, which the group accepted.
“Since I’m not racing, I’ll pick the starting line and send it to you all. Be there by twelve thirty or you’re out a million pounds before you even begin.”
The competitors quickly went in search of their respective rides, scattering to different areas of the city where they suspected there’d be some less than legal activity in progress. Behind the wheel of Sesshomaru’s Ferrari, Inuyasha made his way towards the waterfront. There were some business areas that would likely be quiet at this time of night, though not too quiet.
It took about thirty minutes to get there, the detached business area near the Haneda Airport though it paid off as Inuyasha came around the corner of a building to see a modified Honda Civic and late model Honda Integra roaring off from a start line in a haze of smoking front tires.
Pulling the F430 Spider into the group of modified Japanese vehicles he shut the Italian V8 off and climbed out, grabbing the case Sesshomaru had stashed from the trunk space in the front. Walking up and down the rows of cars, Inuyasha did some sightseeing, trying to feel out a contender amongst the cars.
It was a Honda heavy crowd, a lot of Civics and Integra’s which were nice but not really competitive enough. There were a couple of NSX supercars present, but all looked a bit too stock to suit his needs. Near the end of the line though, Inuyasha struck it lucky. He stumbled upon his own car more or less, a Honda S2000.
It was far removed from the standard four cylinder sports car though. The standard sheet metal had been replaced with a professional kit, the Amuse GT-1 widebody, the new bumpers, fenders, and wings designed to generate big down force on the track. It also had the factory ragtop swapped for an aftermarket hard top.
The wheels were Volk CE28N’s, sticky R-compound tires wrapped round them. They were fat too, filling the widebody’s large wheel wells. The whole car had been painted; the car pure white while the hood, hardtop, trunk lid, rear wing, and wheels were all a gloss black. While he hadn’t seen or heard it running, Inuyasha knew that such thorough work on the outside just had to translate to something good beneath.
It took some doing, but between Inuyasha’s semi-limited Japanese and the human’s semi-broken English Inuyasha got the hood popped and saw some true brilliance. The familiar F22C four cylinder that his own possessed had been treated to a full build up. Modified intake, ECU, injectors, headers, radiator, and more complimented two turbochargers and an intercooler.
It was lowered too, and the bigger brake discs peeked out from behind the aftermarket wheels. It was truly an animal, absolutely perfect. Motioning to his Ferrari, Inuyasha produced a substantial amount of U.S. dollars from the case and offered it to the man. They managed to forge a deal, and the hanyou traded Ferrari keys for a set of Honda ones, pulling away in the monster S2000.
He checked his phone for the route Sesshomaru had selected for them and found he’d been clever. He’d sent everyone the starting line, but not the route. Thus, none of the drivers could gain a potential advantage by selecting a car only after they’d seen the course. If they picked a pure power car and got a tight circuit or vice versa they’d be in big trouble.
Making his way to the starting line with time to spare, he made great time pulling up to find he was trailing only one of the competition. Kagura had beaten him to the start line, in a car Inuyasha had actually predicted she’d get a hold of.
She’d found a Nissan GT-R, dark grey with gold Volk wheels but seemingly stock otherwise. It was a good choice on her part, twin turbo V6, semi-automatic twin clutch gearbox, four wheel drive and enough computer aids to make it almost impossible to wrap round a tree.
“Nice Honda, did you win it from a crane game or did it come out of a cereal box?”
“It was a Cracker Jack box actually. Where’d you get the Datsun?”
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