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Test Drive	By : kougaslover Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31177 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hello all, welcome to chapter thirty five, I hope you all enjoy. In this one Kagome and Sesshomaru do some boating, the rest of the gang does some driving, and Miroku does some flirting. Successfully. Amazing, I know.
Strangely, for some reason I utterly forget to mention that this one is sort of my homage to the Fast and Furious series. If you'll note, the majority of the vehicles in this one are taken from the movies, mostly the last three, and the race itself is loosely based on one performed in the awful second movie.
Ariana7- Well, that wasn't really a review, you basically you just told me you dislike one of Rumiko Takahashi's characters and essentially would rather I altered the story to remove her because of it. I don't need all sunshine and rainbows, but I do think a review of my story should actually have something to do... with my story.
SplendentGoddess- Glad you enjoyed the last two, thanks for the review!
Thank you all for reading, and please review!
~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
Kagome relaxed back into her seat, looking out to the water as the city passed by. Sesshomaru was piloting the yacht, guiding it from the harbor towards more open waters. In front of the human there was a beautiful spread of hor d’oeuvres from the restaurant Sesshomaru had ordered them takeout from.
As she sipped at her wine and sampled a few fruits and cheeses the human look up at the demon piloting the craft around the handful of other boats out on the water. Kagome had to admit, there was something about Sesshomaru that really intrigued her.
He was very, very intelligent; extremely self-confident, sophisticated, and very regal in his actions. Yet he didn’t carry himself with any airs or condescension, he expected perfection but was entirely prepared to recognize and reward those who provided it.
Kagome had seen him scare a multi-million dollar CEO all too close to a heart attack, but yet hadn’t actually said or done anything attacking or belittling merely asking several important questions regarding the company and his money financing it. Sesshomaru was an enticing mystery to Kagome that much was certain.
It didn’t hurt that he was psychotically wealthy and almost obscenely beautiful.
From his place at the helm, Sesshomaru was himself pondering his companion. She was an interesting ningen he surmised, intriguing. For one, she was rather intelligent, well-spoken and refined. And she was rather strong willed and not intimidated by him or his status.
It was something that wore on Sesshomaru; too many of the people he met were outright fearful of him. Truly he was a very powerful man in every sense; he was intelligent, born to a prestigious family, good looking, well-learned, experienced, had substantial business holdings, status, connectedness; suffice to say Sesshomaru was a powerful man. It didn’t hurt that he was exceptionally wealthy, and rather well-endowed either.
“How is your drink my dear?”
“Excellent, getting a bit lonely though.”
“Hmm, just allow me to get out a couple further miles and we can rectify that.”
“Yes, sir.” Kagome nodded towards him and sipped at her drink once more.
Sesshomaru grinned as he throttled up the yacht a bit more, guiding the modestly sized pleasure craft towards more secluded waters. As he took it out a bit further, the dog returned to his musings on the ningen, casually observing her as he guided the boat.
She was a miko, not trained but the abilities were in her nonetheless. It was quite nice, as she was reacting to his aura even though Sesshomaru believed she was almost entirely unaware of it. The way she reacted slightly obedient towards him, the way her throat was often just so slightly bared to him, lips just slightly parted.
Kagome it would seem was not consciously aware of her miko elements and the fact that they were reading and responding to Sesshomaru’s demon aura, though it was something Sesshomaru was enjoying immensely.
“This seems like it’ll do.”
Sesshomaru slowed the yacht to a stop and dropped anchor, the thirty-five or so foot craft rocking ever so gently as the soft swells of an only slightly turbulent sea lapped at the hull. Dropping down to the rear the dog demon fixed himself a drink and refilled his miko acquaintances glass before sitting down next to her.
“So, how long have you and Inuyasha been together?”
“Oh, forever. We met when I was in college, nearly fighting over an apartment right on campus. I think Inuyasha just wanted to live there to be near all the hot coeds.”
“It would seem he was successful in that venture.”
“Yeah, yeah I suppose he was. But, we wound up going up in on it together as roommate’s and never looked back.”
“Very nice, you two seem genuinely close. Have you ever wished for more in your relationship?”
“You know, I really don’t. I mean, yeah I know I should probably want a committed thing between us but it’s just never felt that way with Inuyasha. There’s just something about us, we get along and care about each other but a serious relationship between us just feels…forced.”
“Indeed, I do believe I know why.”
“Oh you do? Well then, do enlighten me Mr. Takahashi.”
“Well Ms. Higurashi , I can sense that you are submissive at your core. Inuyasha is as well, thus, it is no wonder that the two of you never developed a serious committed relationship. You two seem well matched and I’m sure you are but romantically you two would never work.”
‘Not without an alpha between the two of you.’ Sesshomaru mused only to himself.
“Oh is that so, I’m a submissive?”
“You are, not so much in your personality but in your core you are. You desire a more dominant alpha for a partner, even if you are ever the feisty minx with your words.”
Kagome failed slightly at a retort as she sipped her wine. While the dog demon was entirely unaffected by the myriad of drinks they’d gotten through over the course of the day Kagome was begin to feel a bit inebriated, which threatened to loosen her lips as she surveyed the inu sitting next to her.
“We’re going to get along very well aren’t we?”
“I do believe so Kagome, very much.” Sesshomaru replied as he set her wine glass down, leaning in to claim her lips in a kiss.
~~~~~~Nice, France~~~~~~
Disembarking onto the marina the group of five stepped onto the warm concrete lining the little harbor, the warm morning sun illuminating the bright blue water Tanaka’s yacht gently rocked on. As Kouga began to set about hailing a couple of taxi’s, Ginta looked round and saw something of interest.
“Hey, is that a car show?”
Pointing to the other side of the harbor Ginta had indeed spotted a collection of cars occupying a big chunk of concrete on the opposite end of the marina. Interest peaked, the group quickly walked round to the other side of the harbor and found a group of supercars and luxury vehicles parked around the area.
Caterers had a nice little breakfast buffet station and servers were walking round with glasses of champagne which Inuyasha gladly accepted. While most of the cars loitering around were already owned, the organizers were selling a group of vehicles, or attempting to.
“Oh, very nice.”
Inuyasha grinned as he surveyed the cars on sale. On this particular morning the wares were a group of American muscle cars, along with some American V8-motivated cars. Chargers, Camaro’s, Mustang’s, a Jensen Interceptor, along with some Australian-American muscle cars made up the display sitting alongside the marina.
“Nothing like a little V8 muscle every now and again.” Ayame spoke as she walked round, surveying the large displacement wares. They were all modified, either clones of rare models and or modified normal models but the work all looked excellent.
“Hello gentlemen and lady. How can I help you this fine morning?” A representative from the group selling the cars stepped up to them as Tanaka took in the group of cars. It was a nice looking group, few truly collectible vehicles but all excellent drivers.
“Why yes you can, I’ll take them.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I’ll take them, the cars.”
“The lot?”
“Indeed, do you take cash?”
“Tanaka? Ah, I see I’ve stumbled into some good company.” Miroku spotted the dragon, and quickly realized he was surrounded by inu and ookami company as he approached them.
“Miroku, excellent seeing you. Here you are my good man, this should suffice for a down payment, I will run over to my bank and return shortly.” Tanaka greeted the human before returning to his transaction, handing the male a thick fold of bills.
“Oh, why yes thank you kindly. May we offer you one of the cars to conduct your business?”
“Certainly, I’ll take the Torino.”
Tanaka took the keys to a dark green 1972 Ford Torino, the mint green sedan striped with white and fitted with aftermarket wheels and modern tires. Firing the big block sedan to life, Tanaka shifted into first and dropped the handbrake, letting the clutch out and moving the big Ford towards the street.
“So, what’d I miss?” Kouga questioned as he strode up to the others, eating from a plate of eggs he’d raided from the breakfast station.
“Just Tanaka buying a dozen or so muscle cars.” Miroku responded as he accepted a flute of champagne from a passing server.
“Sweet, looks like he got some nice picks.”
“I tell you what, that Charger looks like a screamer. It’s not a real Daytona but it’s a hell of a clone, more a reimagining really.”
Inuyasha chimed in, referring to the red Dodge Charger on a placard on the edge of the terrace. The modified beast was styled to recall the Charger Daytona, with its sloped nose cone and its tall rear spoiler. But it was modernized and upgraded top to bottom, a thoroughly enticing resto mod that looked and most likely sounded great.
The others didn’t disappoint either; there was a wicked gray Chevelle SS, a modified Jensen Interceptor, a couple of nice Camaros, a Plymouth Valiant, several interesting Mustangs and more. A couple of the cars had been sold prior to Tanaka’s arrival but there were still a dozen or so cars in total that he was walking away with.
As Tanaka returned and settled up with the sellers however, the attention he’d drawn wasn’t entirely positive. Inuyasha noticed that across the lot, there was a group of ten or so standing around their cars, some of them giving Tanaka and their group quite the look.
“Is it me or are they not entirely pleased with us?” Hakkaku questioned as he observed the group on the sly.
“I was about to suggest the same thing. It would appear that perhaps Tanaka beat them to the punch on some of the cars.”
Indeed, as Tanaka received a handful of keys and made arrangements for several of them to be transported to his nearby residence they were approached by a human male, obviously a bit agitated at the dragon’s display.
“A bit of a vulgar move there eh?”
“Excuse me?” Tanaka questioned, giving the human male a look.
“Walking up and buying the place out, not exactly the classiest of moves there.”
“Sorry, I was in the market for some new wheels. Better luck next time.”
“You’re a real prick aren’t you?”
“Keep pushing me, you might find out.” Tanaka grinned at the human, his face giving away that he was not against the idea of rearranging the other man's face.
“Oh is that so?” Apparently the ningen needed his diaper changed, though after taking a look over at the group and their handful of cars the gears started turning in Tanaka’s head.
“If you think I’m such an asshole for buying a couple of cars, why don’t you do something about it?”
“What are you suggesting?”
“You want the cars, come take em.”
“What do you want, titles?”
“Sure, I’ve got six friends, looks like you do too. How about title for title, you win and you can have em.”
“Where and when?”
“I’ll plan out a route, let’s make it interesting and run it as a relay. Seven of you versus the seven of us, seven titles against seven. Winner takes all.”
“Done.”
“Alright, hey, mount up.” Tanaka spoke to his friends, dangling the keys from his fingers.
Immediately Ayame moved for the Jensen, Kouga grabbing a 1970 Chevelle SS. Ginta beat Inuyasha and Hakkaku to the Charger and stood by it grinning, Hakkaku falling back to a 69’ Mustang GT nearby. Inuyasha looked round and saw a wicked 69’ Chevy Camaro, a replica of the “Big Red” race car, and ran over to it. Miroku surveyed the group before grabbing a modified 62’ Plymouth Valiant, rounding out the group.
The keys were tossed out, and seven vintage muscle cars fired to life. Tanaka arranged for the others to be taken to his house after the little car meet was over, and then lead the group of seven out onto the street. Quickly he planned a route and divided it into seven sections, sending the course to the irate ningen.
~~~~~~A Short While Later~~~~~~
Ayame sat on the starting line, revving the big Chevy V8 under the hood of hers…well…Tanaka’s Jensen. Originally, it would have had Mopar power, of either the 383 or 440 flavors. However in the interest of reliability, power, and reduced curb weight the original engine had been swapped for a warmed over Chevy LS3 engine and a GM four speed automatic in place of the original Chrysler Torqueflite.
Next to her, a human female revved the naturally aspirated V10 in her BMW M5. The black sports sedan had been fitted with blacked out head and tail lamps, blacked out wheels, and at the least a more aggressive exhaust. Between the two cars a man raised a flag, prompting them both to ready themselves.
“Alright, come on.” Ayame slotted the Jensen down into first on the automatics selector, stood on the brakes, and revved the big V8. She engaged the line lock and stood on the throttle, the front brakes staying locked while the rear tires succumbed to the power of the big V8 up front. The rear tires turned to smoke and as the flag dropped she disengaged it let the Jensen launch.
The tires hooked up as she controlled the big Jensen’s sideways tendencies and after a second she grabbed the selector for the automatic. Slotting it from first into second the GM automatic changed gear as the other drive grabbed a paddle on the BMW’s wheel getting the same result.
They accelerated up a short alley and made a hard right out onto the street, both drifting out into the morning traffic. It was later in the morning and the traffic wasn’t too ferocious but in the middle of Nice they still had their work cut out for them.
The course Tanaka had drafted was largely open ended in the urban sections. There were four of them; the first from the starting line to the top of a parking garage, the parking garage to a café, the café to the front of an area tennis club, the tennis club to a winding rural road at the edge of the city, a several mile long stretch of the road, several more up a connecting stretch of road, and finally a run back down the two sections of rural road to the finish.
Flooring it up the street Ayame rode second gear to its redline and slapped the selector up to allow third as the driver of the M5 ran the German V10 through its own tall power band. Weaving through the light traffic they swallowed up pavement neck and neck.
As they swerved round cars in the middle lanes, the BMW fishtailed and the driver overcorrected, sending the sedan towards the right side curb. Catching an iron railing along the side of the road, she shattered a headlight, ripped off a mirror and left the front right side of the M5 a scarred mess before recovering it.
“Watch my new M5, bitch!”
Ayame spoke to herself as she caught her previously gently used sedan sideswipe the railing. They continued up the street and made a hard left, Ayame drifting the heavy Jensen as she fought with the less than exceptional brakes and vague truck like steering. Drifting around the corner, she cut off a Citroen, which slid to a stop across the street.
The M5 behind her drifted further out round it, but the driver couldn’t reign it in well and wound up nearly turning the hefty sports sedan round. Braking hard she managed to get the nose pointed back towards the street but had to make up lots of ground on Ayame who thundered towards the parking garage.
“Come on, you’re making this too easy.”
Ayame reached the garage and locked the brakes up, skidding the Jensen to the right before letting them off and flooring it up the ramp into the multi-story. The garage had sloped levels that wound up five stories, with an exit loop that ran the length of the garage. They weren’t to use it though, instead driving up the levels.
Drifting the Interceptor around the concrete pillars and parked cars, Ayame emerged on top of the lot to see Tanaka and the next driver lined up side by side. Rocketing by the Ford Torino, she heard Tanaka dump the clutch and turn the fat rear tires to smoke as he headed for the exit loop. Slowing, she did a handbrake turn and waited for the M5.
“And that is why you are not in our little club.”
Ayame spoke to herself as the M5 arrived several seconds later, tires smoking as the driver fought for control on the concrete surface. She did pass the next competitor though and he was off, launching his Porsche 911Turbo S after Tanaka’s Ford.
Kouga sat on the curb alongside a small café, a silver-green Aston Martin next to him. Idly pushing the shifter around in neutral, he looked over at the DB9 Volante, taking in the aftermarket wheels and the tool in driver’s seat who for some reason had decided upon leaving the top up on such a beautiful day.
“So, what’s with the roof up?”
“Ever heard of aerodynamics, or is that a bit over your head?”
“Wow, someone’s feeling touchy today. You know stress is bad for your health, you’d be better off just putting the roof back and having a nice final cruise in that thing.”
“Like you’re gonna beat me in that thing. This is a DB9, a real car.”
“Yeah, I own three of them. Oh wait, I’m thinking of the DBS, it’s four of the DB9’s.”
Kouga gave the demon his best smug dick grin, which only grew as he saw a green Ford Torino slide sideways in front of him, making a left onto the side street next to the café. Seeing the 911 a ways up the street, he revved the engine, slotted it into first and shot the other driver a grin.
“See you at the finish line; don’t keep me waiting too long.”
Roaring off in the Chevelle, Kouga left rubber across the street and up it as he accelerated away from the Aston Martin. His course was fairly simple, only a few corners to worry about and largely just avoiding the other cars on the road.
Leaving the DB9 far behind he ran the flat gray Chevy hard, using its raw power to compensate for its lackluster handling abilities. The driver actually tried hard, and had a solid car, but he was a ways off Kouga’s mark as the dark Chevelle slid past a black Plymouth Valiant parked out front of an area tennis club.
Dropping the black two-door into drive Miroku throttled up the new Hemi and let it torture the rear tires as he left a dark blue Ferrari 360 Spider and a rather attractive rabbit youkai, sitting on the curb. Miroku got up the street before the Aston drove by the Ferrari and she dumped the clutch on the Italian super car, chasing after the thoroughly resto modded Plymouth.
“Ah, and now the chase begins.”
Miroku and the woman weaved through traffic as they headed for the next checkpoint. As they swallowed up the miles the Ferrari steadily drew on the powerful but heavier Plymouth, the rabbit showing driving talent her cohorts lacked.
And as they took a corner near a construction, she got a chance to strike. As Miroku took the corner a truck in his path forced him far to the right, into the construction zone. The Ferrari cornered harder and took the corner as Miroku wrestled the Valiant back on the dirt path and accelerated alongside the street.
The street rose and made a left, but thankfully Miroku had an out. Accelerating hard, he ramped up a dirt bank on an angle and launched the Valiant back onto the road. Landing alongside the Ferrari he caught the Plymouth as it tried to fishtail and stayed alongside as they crossed paths with the two Camaros that were next.
“Come on!”
Inuyasha dumped the clutch on his bright red 69’ as the orange 67’ next to him did the same. His Camaro was based on the “Big Red” road racer, and was a damn fine replica of the exceptionally fast racer. The 67’ next to him was tamer in appearance but still had plenty of firepower under the hood, and the winding road ahead of them would pose plenty of challenge in itself.
Roaring ahead Inuyasha took full advantage of the car’s tube chassis and modern suspension, brakes, and tires as the road wound along. The 67’ behind him had big power and the driver was admittedly good, but he was definitely spending more time smoking the tires out of the bends than properly accelerating.
It was a small but important lead Inuyasha held as they reached the intersecting street where Hakkaku was waiting in his Mustang. The two Fords; Hakkaku’s 69’ Mustang and the other driver’s European Ford Escort Mk. I RS2000 accelerating away as the respective Camaro’s crossed the line.
They two swallowed up the winding pavement, Hakkaku losing some of his lead in the powerful Mustang as the lithe, agile Escort hugged the tight bends. Still they were about neck and neck as they approached the final two cars of the race.
Sitting side by side, the 69’ Charger Daytona clone and a nicely modified Nissan GT-R gleamed in the warm sun. As the sound of engines drew near, Ginta engaged the Charger’s line lock and let the clutch out with plenty of throttle, smoking the rears as the front tires stayed locked.
“You ready?”
~~~~~~A Short While Later~~~~~~
“And thank you kindly.” Kouga spoke to the driver of the Aston as he took its keys, sliding in to put the roof back on the British GT. As the drivers handed over keys and titles, Miroku rebuffed the set of Ferrari keys extended to him.
“You know my dear, much as I like the 360 I think I’d prefer a nice meal, and you do seem to be fine company.”
“Well aren’t you just the gentleman.” The rabbit youkai took her keys back and instead gave the human her number, kissing his cheek before sliding back behind the wheel of her Ferrari and driving off.
“I’m amazed, Miroku hit on a woman and she actually accepted it.” Ayame prodded as she sat down at one of the outdoor tables of the restaurant they’d retired to after their victory.
“Well, I am ever the charmer.”
“Indeed, all it takes for Miroku is a bit of charm and handing over a supercar and voila, a phone number.” Inuyasha joined in on the prodding as he sat down next to Ayame, getting a dour look from the human.
“Worry about Miroku’s relationship woes later. To a wonderful, and rather productive, morning.” Tanaka raised his glass in a toast as he glanced at the group of cars sitting out front, the others joining him.
Three supercars, a sports sedan, a sports car, an old rally champion, and an old muscle car; a rather productive morning indeed.
~~~~~~A/N~~~~~~
Just in case you all were wondering, here's the cars derived from the F&F movies:
Jensen Interceptor and BMW M5: Fast and Furious 6
Ford Torino: Fast and Furious (#4), 911 Turbo S (Not in any movies, though a modified Carrera 2 is in Fast Five)
Chevrolet Chevelle SS: Fast and Furious/ The Fast and the Furious (cameo), Aston Martin DB9: Fast and Furious 6 (though in hardtop, not Volante form)
Plymouth Valiant & Ferrari 360 (Neither appear in a movie, though in #1 the Supra is raced against a Ferrari 355 Spider its first time out)
69' Chevrolet Camaro "Big Red" (Fast and Furious). 67' Chevrolet Camaro (Fast and Furious 6)
69' Ford Mustang & Ford Escort RS2000 Mk. I (Fast and Furious 6)
69' Charger Daytona clone & Nissan GT-R (Fast and Furious 6)
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