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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 all, welcome to chapter 42 of Test Drive. Sorry this one took so long, a I churned it out really fast and immediately felt like I'd come to a dead end with it. But after playing with it a while I'm happier with it and it's getting the ball rolling towards some bigger upcoming events. Hope you all enjoy, hope to have the next one out soon!
~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
The following day brought the next test drive for Inuyasha. Rousing his tired, sore, utterly sated body from bed he showered and dressed whilst Sesshomaru handled a few things on his computer before making them breakfast. As the older dog set about making them eggs, the younger fixed a nice tall pot of coffee before sitting down at the kitchen island.
“So, what billion dollar hyper car will I be abusing today?”
“None actually, you’ll be driving American muscle. And, you have your choice of three on this outing. This is a race of the B-side pony cars as they’ve been referred to by the group.”
“I’m listening.”
“Essentially, it is just a meeting of the less known pony cars, and in this instance in stock form on bias ply tires. The race is open to the first and second generation Plymouth Barracuda, the AMC Javelin, and the Mercury Cougar. Street legal examples in this case, though any legal trim level is acceptable.”
“And let me guess, you own an example of each?”
“I do, the garage contains an AMC Javelin with Go-Package and 390 engine, a 67’ Barracuda Formula S Fastback with the 383, as well as a pair of Mercury Cougar XR-7 Eliminators with either a 428 or Boss 302 under hood. Your choice little brother.”
“That’s a hard one, damn that’s a hard one.”
“Indeed, they are all desirable cars, all with their own pros and cons. The Javelin is likely the best in terms of chassis, they were successfully run in Trans-Am after all. The Barracuda is the lightest by a good margin, but the 383 in stock trim lacks a bit of power on the others. The Cougar, particularly the 428, is the most powerful but also the heaviest of the bunch.
The road you will be on is rather tight and winding so keep that in mind, it is not traditional muscle car territory. The Barracuda or Javelin would be the safer choice given the Plymouth is light and the AMC is well designed they should both handle the bends well enough. The Cougar has the power if you can drive it well enough, but it will not be easy to keep it in check on this test drive.”
“Yeah, fuck, this really, really is a hard decision. All three of them are wicked cars but hell, second place ain’t really my thing; I guess the Cougar would be the best option.”
“True, though if I recall correctly you said the same thing about taking the GT2 RS at the Nurburgring and that nearly ended in you writing off one of my favorite sports cars.”
“Yeah, yeah I’ll be fine.”
“You are indeed quite fine little brother, but in this case it’s the Mercury I’m worried about.”
“Thanks for that. I’ll be taking the Cougar, the 428.”
“As you wish little brother.”
The slight grin on Sesshomaru’s face struck a bolt of anxiety straight through Inuyasha, but his mind was made up. Now all that was left was not losing his sibling hundreds and hundreds of thousands of dollars and or wrecking a classic pony car in an illegal street race.
What could possibly go wrong?
~~~~~~A Short While Later~~~~~~
Pulling up to the line, Inuyasha saw a group of other competitors awaiting him. He’d drawn for fifth in the starting order, and so pulled in behind two other Cougars, a Javelin, and a Barracuda before shutting off and getting out of the bright blue Cougar he’d brought.
“Hey, there’s the guy who took all our money.” A familiar face called out from the hood of a dark red Javelin as Inuyasha walked towards the cars still waiting to join the starting order.
“Fancy meeting you here Miroku. And I didn’t take anything, you so generously donated it by competing against me.”
“He seems to make a lot of them donations, though generally they’re to the charity of me. I do hope you brought your checkbook today my silver haired friend.”
“We’ll see about that, I’m Inuyasha by the way.”
“Avery, pleasure to finally meet the surprise of the season.” The middle aged human shook Inuyasha’s hand as two more competitors arrived. Between the five cars on the road, and the five on the side of it, the final two stragglers made up a field.
Out in front, a bright orange 428 Cougar was Avery’s, sitting in first with a Cuda in second. The Plymouth was a yellow 69’ example, a ‘notchback’ coupe with a 340 V8 and the flowery “Mod Top” roof, basically a vinyl roof with a flower pattern reminiscent of a sixties place mat or shower curtain.
Third was the second Cougar, a black example with the Boss 302 V8. The Javelin in fourth was a silver example with the 390 engine and Go-package much like Miroku’s example which he promptly pulled into sixth place next to Inuyasha.
Behind them a mix of the three B-side pony cars pulled into place as a flagman stepped up. As they revved their pushrod having V8’s and slotted their cars into first or drive, the flag dropped as they were off in a squeal of tortured bias-ply tires.
“Hell yeah, now let’s just hope there really is no replacement for displacement.” Inuyasha spoke to himself as he feathered the throttle through first and changed up into second, the long hood of the Cougar rising as the hefty 428 under hood propelled it forward.
Quickly, the first bend was upon them and they were all hard on drum brakes, the hefty pony cars all pulling down with reluctance as V8-laden front ends pitched forward and tried to keep going in a straight line. Wrestling the Mercury into the right hairpin Inuyasha held it into second and got it onto the apex before easing his foot back onto the throttle.
Feathering it out, he got the Cougar through the bend quickly enough and with as little drama as possible, giving chase to the four cars ahead of him, Miroku right behind him in his Javelin. The Javelin ahead of him had pulled on the Boss equipped Cougar, as did Inuyasha as the road wound up a shallow left bend into a relative straight.
Using his extra cubic inches for all they were worth, Inuyasha out-dragged the lighter, better balanced 302 Cougar and took fourth, the silver Javelin now in his sights. As the road went straight then rolled into a slight left Inuyasha drew in on the Javelin but slowly, its 390 engine smaller but strong and in a slightly lighter pony. Before he could try and overtake they were forced to slow hard as the high speed section became a very tight left hand turn.
As Inuyasha nursed the Cougar through the left the Javelin’s driver let the red mist descend herself and tracked down the Cuda ahead of her. The flowery Plymouth was light but it had the least power of the group and in this case a Torqueflite automatic instead of a four speed manual. The driver was using the selector to prompt gears as much as possible but it wasn’t the same.
In the tight winding bits of the tracks the AMC struck and overtook, putting the Plymouth back to third and into Inuyasha’s crosshairs. As the road crested and dropped into a right hand bend he struck, sliding the Cougar a bit through the turn and getting the nose pointed deep into the corner. As the Cuda understeered he managed to feather the throttle and nosed passed with the inside line, taking third from the Mopar.
The road then began to straighten out a bit, allowing them some room to really get on it. The Javelin had overtaken Avery’s 428 in the tight bends but suddenly had not one but two big-block Cougar’s to fend off the as the road opened and (most of) the full brunt of their power was able to be aimed at the taillights of the AMC pony car.
As they roared after the Javelin Inuyasha briefly noted that Avery was good, really good, taking the Cougar damn close to the edge without losing it. But he was taking Sesshomaru’s even closer, running it hard to redline, dipping his right foot even deeper into the throttle, moving even faster over the imperfect California roads.
He nosed past Avery and then past the Javelin before the road meandered back into a tight right bend. Slowing the big Mercury took some doing, especially as the drums were beginning to succumb to brake fade, but he did it and swung the car hard into the turn torturing the bias-ply tires.
Inuyasha held the others back as the road meandered through a couple of switchbacks, into a rise into a hairpin, then down another drop into a left hand bend and showed them taillights as the road made a long sweeping right to rejoin a main road, the end of the test drive.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” Inuyasha eased off as the noses of a Cougar and two Javelins finally let go of his Cougar’s ass, Avery taking second and the silver Javelin in third while Miroku had managed fourth in his dark red example.
Pulling to a stop up the road a bit on a section of dirt beside the road, Inuyasha let the overworked Mercury cool itself down for a minute, as did several of the other test drivers.
“Damn, it seems the stand-in is as good as the original.”
“And in the same damn way. Fast as all hell with the ornery stuff.”
“Eh, I guess testicular fortitude just runs in the family.”
“Please, you share a thirst for cubic inches. Perhaps it is compensation for something else huh?” A rather beautiful brunette questioned as she got from the driver’s seat of the silver Javelin.
“Oh I’d be glad to show you just what I’m “compensating” for anytime sweetheart.”
“Ah, you are exactly like your brother.”
“Not exactly, he’s got a bunch of shit on his face.” Inuyasha joked, referencing the magenta markings gracing his brother’s cheeks.
“And you’ve got the ears of a puppy.” Miroku prodded to Inuyasha’s glare.
“Yeah and your ass belongs to a nymphomaniac ookami.”
“Alright children enough bickering. It’s all a waste of time anyway, tomorrow you’re all gonna be seeing taillights.”
“Yes, if you can remember to leave the parking brake down this time Avery.”
“For the last time Carmen the cable was stuck.”
“Whatever you say.”
The human female chided as she got back in her AMC, pulling away before Avery followed suit. Miroku bid farewell to hanyou and took his leave as well, prompting Inuyasha to slide behind the wheel of the Cougar and push the clutch in. Firing the big V8 to life he pulled away with a kick of dust from the rear tires, quickly leaving the scene before any unwanted attention could arrive.
Returning in the Eliminator, Inuyasha wiped the pony car down before returning it to its place in the garage. As he did, Sesshomaru was busying himself with a small conference via laptop winding things down with several of his regional heads before signing off and setting the computer aside. Striding into the kitchen he found Inuyasha opening a bottle of wine, two glasses on the counter.
“Are we drinking to the pleasure of victory or the pain of defeat otouto?”
“Me plus four hundred and twenty eight cubic inches against Miroku, what do you think?”
“Well done baby brother. That is a difficult course for the muscle cars, and against some solid competition. He is actually a relative newcomer but Avery is quite capable, Carmen is a serious threat, you did avoid meeting Hayley, Lily, Miguel, Gerard or T on this outing but still quite a victory.”
“Who?”
“Several of the competitors that weren’t present for this test drive. The truest threats, along with Carmen, Avery, and the man whore of course. Still, exceptional work baby brother.” Sesshomaru toasted his sibling before taking a sip of the dark red cabernet in his glass.
“Anywhere else good to eat round here, I’m starving.”
“There is sure to be something decent in town if you wish to take a ride.”
“Why not, it is a beautiful evening.”
“Indeed it is.”
Sesshomaru led his sibling out to the garage, deciding upon which car he’d like to drive. Eyes landing over on the collection of supercars, his amber orbs drew in on the ultimate hyper car, arguably the ultimate car for that matter.
The Bugatti Veyron, in this case the Grand Sport Vitesse. The more powerful, more roof less version of the already psychotic Veyron, the Vitesse sat in the garage gleaming. Its big flanks were graced with a striking dark blue, a lighter silver color trimming its lower edge and coating its wheels. Getting behind the wheel, Sesshomaru fired the quad turbo, V16 to life and let it warm as Inuyasha slipped into the passenger seat.
“Damn, you know I’ve seen more than one of these in your garages but this is the first time I’ve been inside.”
“Really, you did not take one out when you had all that time to yourself?”
“For some reason I didn’t. I guess all the illicit street racing was scratching the itch so to speak.”
“Hmm, not for this car. It is absolutely unlike anything else in the world.”
“So, the hype is really true?”
“No, it isn’t, it doesn’t do this car justice. There truly is nothing else, no competitor, no reference level to this kind of speed. Personally, I prefer the hard edged cars as you know, the high power, demanding, unforgiving beasts that don’t forgive. I enjoy walking that razor edge with a painful accident awaiting any misstep whatsoever.
And for that matter I prefer the old school methods of speed. Low curb weight, natural aspiration, manual gearbox, rear wheel drive, and no driver aids. This is absolutely the antithesis to all of that; staggeringly big and heavy, four turbos, twin clutch gearbox, all-wheel drive, technological innovations everywhere. But, it all adds up to something other worldly.
Nothing is this fast while being this comfortable, this luxurious, and this un-dramatic. The best way I could describe this car would be to think of a Rolls Phantom meeting a McLaren F1 but even that is inaccurate. The Veyron even at ludicrous speed is so composed, and so quiet and solid and unperturbed.”
“Wow, you really love this thing huh?” Inuyasha commented as Sesshomaru guided the leviathan through a handful of corners leading down from his massive estate.
“I do. It is truly in a class of its own. Nothing with its performance can touch the levels of build quality, luxury, opulence, and comfort it offers. Nothing with its level of luxury could even dream of the performance, of the speed, it offers. Truly the Veyron is the ultimate in what a car can be right now.”
“Damn, now I’m really annoyed I haven’t driven one yet. I mean, if it gets this response from you of all people, it must be pretty fucking special.”
“It is.”
“You know, you could always pull over real quick.”
“And where would the fun be in that?”
“Bastard.”
“Perhaps you can drive back, if you’re good and well behaved.”

“Alright fine, slide your seat back.” Inuyasha joked as his hand went to Sesshomaru’s belt. The other’s hand covered his own as the dog demon laughed softly.
“Perhaps when we get home otouto, it would not do to wreck a multi-million dollar super car because of that talented mouth.”
“Glad you find my mouth capable of wrecking a Veyron.”
“Hmm, let it never be said that you are not talented little brother.”
“Yeah yeah, so where are we going anyway?”
“There is actually an exceptional Japanese restaurant on the beach. While the night is cooling a bit it is still beautiful, and they have outdoor seating.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Sesshomaru made good time behind the wheel of the Veyron, pulling up out front of the restaurant and tossing the keys to the valet as he escorted his sibling inside. They were shown to a table and the inu youkai ordered for them before they toasted each other to their shared victory.
“Phenomenal work once again otouto.”
“Why thank you, you know I ought to just start staking myself in these races. I can certainly afford it now.”
“True, but then you aren’t actually a member and I’d have to sponsor you for you to get in.”
“I couldn’t get Kouga to do it?”
“Not when I have the keys to that cage on his…person. Ginta would be the one to do it for you, but even then you would just be giving my money back to me little brother. Soon as this merger is complete at any rate.”
“If it’s ever complete.”
“Now that, I will drink to.”
“How’d this all get started anyway?”
“The club, well it is a bit of a long story. Truthfully, it started back between Kouga and I when we were just casual acquaintances. We, like many of the club’s eventual members ran into each other from time to time at different hotels, marinas, clubs, business meetings, etc. Kouga and I happened to share an affinity for the occasional track day as well.
I’ve long been into driving and they did scratch the itch for a while but of course there is no actual racing in a track day, nor is wagering legal. I dabbled lightly in sanctioned racing but at the time it was rather difficult; most of the groups were small and local, making it difficult to attend with my travel. The cars acceptable were generally rather tame, usually spec-Miata’s and the like, and again gambling was frowned upon to say the least.
I was actually somewhat frustrated with both. Though, while I was staying in Tokyo for a period I happened across a business associate who introduced me to the Mid Night Club and sponsored me in.”
“No shit, you were a member?” Inuyasha asked, both amazed and not at all surprised to hear his sibling had been a member of the Japanese street racing group. The club was infamous for running top speed races on the Bayshore Highway in Japan in highly modified sports cars in the eighties and nineties.
“I was. I was more a spectator at first but quickly caught the bug so to speak. I bought an R33 GT-R and quickly tore it apart. It was a good learning experience actually; I’d worked on cars in restoration projects and had performed maintenance work but that Skyline was the first car I truly modified.
I rebuilt the bottom end, had the gearbox rebuilt, put two massive turbos on it, a stronger clutch, stiffer suspension, wheels, tires, etc. I had practically the entire Nismo catalog living in that car and it showed; within a few months that Skyline was the car to beat. It outran modified 911’s, Supra’s, even an early and heavily worked R34.
But after a while, the pure speed run began to grow a bit tiresome. I craved more than just a flat straight shot of speed and began to retreat from the club somewhat. Additionally, I became a bit tired of the wagers; I had invested huge amounts of money into a car I quickly came to love, and was risking it on the street for barely what it was worth at best. And then of course the club ultimately disbanded after a biker provoked accident on one the runs.”
“Yeah, that really hurt a couple of people didn’t it?”
“Two bikers were killed and six others were injured, most of them innocent motorists. The club had prided itself on safety to both its members and the public motorists our races occasionally ran against. After the incident it was felt that disbandment was the only moral option for the club, and so it came to a stop.”
“Damn, that’s rough. Especially if it wasn’t really their fault.”
“No, if the bozosuku members had simply left the club alone its activities may well have gone unimpeded. But, that is water under the bridge so to speak. As I was pulling back from the pure speed runs of the Mid Night Club, I happened to get to talking with Kouga at a track day at Suzuka.
While taking a break, having our tires changed, he and I struck up a conversation. I commented on how I liked being able to bring my cars out to the track but wished I could compete with them. He felt the same and off-handedly suggested we just race our cars on the street.”
“And you took something the wolf said seriously?”
“Not quite, not at first anyway. But, sure enough we sort of looked at each other and realized the joking wasn’t that much of a joke. We quietly retreated from the track and found a quiet bar and got down to business.
We talked about the idea, realized we might have something; competitive street racing with serious cars, on more technical stages than the Mid Night Club ran, and with serious wagers. We quickly came up with a list of people we knew who ran track days, amateur races, competitive motorsports, were general car enthusiasts, etc. who were skilled and well-heeled enough to share in our dream and slowly began to approach them.
From there it quickly snowballed. We selected a handful of people to be our mediating agency, the money handlers and problem solvers, and began to lineup courses around the world. The first season, it was twelve drivers on twelve test drives, in six countries. From there it’s grown to well over a hundred test drivers, with hundreds of test drives, on almost every continent and in most countries.”
“Fuck, with what you guys wager it’s practically its own fucking economy.”
“You’re spot on up to the practically bit.”
“Oh haha.”
“Hmm, it isn’t inaccurate.”
“Yeah, yeah. So how does someone join this little club anyway, other than mounting an ookami?”
“Well, generally it’s by invitation. Friends of friends, once one has been a member six months or more they can opt to extend an invitation to someone. It has to be cleared first; the potential member in question has to clear certain requirements, they have to have obvious car leanings, driving prowess of some manner, and of course the financial resources to play in our proverbial sandbox.”
“Oh yes, wouldn’t want your marks to be unable to pay up.”
“Indeed, that’s why payment is due in full prior to any test drives. Eliminates such hassles and ensures all the competitors are serious. Once the competitors are vetted and found worthy of our little club, they can be filled in about the basics of what we are and what we do. Then they’re invited out to first watch and then participate.
Of course, it is thoroughly explained that disclosure of any details of the club, particularly any of the members, their names, occupations, etc. is thoroughly prohibited. Similarly prohibited is any mention whatsoever of future test drives, their locations, the competitors, or the times and dates. Once they’ve participated and decided it’s for them then they can stake themselves in test drives of their own.”
“Very nice, so basically all you need is to be a multi-millionaire or preferably a billionaire, have a modicum of driving talent, and know the right people to get entry into this little club of yours?”
“Essentially. As I said, we do entertain some drivers with more money than talent, though in the vein of the Mid Night Club we do value pedestrian safety believe it or not.”
“I believe it, that time I had to lay a cop down Kouga was quite adamant about making an anonymous donation to the local Polizia as was I.”
“Indeed, we try to be as low impact as we possibly can but accidents do happen. Generally they are stupid moves on the part of police or civilians, but even in those cases we try to take care of the slighted parties. It is part of the terms of the club, if a competitor is involved in an accident they are liable to cover any damage regardless of fault.
Even in such cases when it is a motorist pulling out in front of a supercar or a reckless policeman, if we were not street racing they would not be in that position. So, we like to take care of such mishaps. It helps the club too, a little mishap occurs, and suddenly the local police force has a donation enough to replace its entire vehicle fleet.
Suddenly, for some unfathomable reason, they seem to turn a blind eye to expensive cars racing each other down the back roads.”
“I can’t imagine why.”
“Yes, little brother apparently law enforcement agencies are largely for sale, incredible I know.” The older smirked at his sibling as he sipped at his sake.
“I thought the cops in the other countries just nodded their heads if you blew past at triple digits.”
“Ironically it is actually that way in certain areas. In Tokyo, in the Mid Night Club, we had zero fear of law enforcement because for the longest time they topped out at one ten. Meanwhile my Skyline shifted into fifth at one ten and had nearly another hundred to go.
Similarly on the Italian Autostrada the police for a long time merely nodded their heads if you could blow by them in the triple digits. They had Alfa’s at best, so often if you blasted past above a hundred and thirty or so in an appropriate vehicle they just sort of let it be.”
“The Italians are a great bunch.”
“They truly are. Task them with building a reliable car and they’re stumped, but for sheer passion they are unbeatable. That F40 Competizione is an unruly beast and needs maintenance constantly but it is just unfathomably good to drive. The Miura and Countach and all the Lancia’s are nightmarish vehicles to live with but they’re just so beautiful it’s forgivable.
Most of the Alfa’s are the same; they just disassemble themselves over night but they’re so pretty and so good to drive that they’re worth the pain.”
“Eh, what good love doesn’t come without heartbreak?”
“Those are truly insightful words otouto, rare coming from you.”
“Asshole.”
“There’s the little brother I know.”
“And for some reason you want to mate me.”
“I know, must be some kind of mental illness, perhaps a brain tumor.”
Inuyasha’s middle finger was expected, and given, the older inu taking a sip of his sake before responding.
“Or perhaps it’s just that silky little vice of an ass you have hanyou.”
“…”
“You know, if you leave your finger like that too long it’ll get stuck that way.”
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