Waiting for Some Action

By viisi

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Disclaimer: I, nor anyone I am associated with, own the title or copyrights of this series called "Inuyasha". In fact, I think I haven't watched the older episodes since Adult Swim first aired it in the USA.

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A/N: Hello. After about four years, I finally remembered a few things on this site.

Primarily, my first ever email and password. Everything is now... how you say... re-done.

My username went from "mycathatesyou" to "invisiblecows" to now: viisi

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This is a new story; my other ones are deleted for editing. Pretty much.

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Yes, this is a Sango/Sesshoumaru story. I know many people's view on this pair. I for one, love it, thanks to an author named Thunk. Soledad is an amazing story; I suggest you take some time to read it. On my profile, it's on my Favorites: towards the bottom because of alphebetical order.

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I want to try a more... mature approach to things. And since I AM thinking with my downstairs...

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Now... (go click that ½ up there in the upper right part of the page. Believe me, it helps me read these stories.) Let's Proceed. ;D

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Chapter One – The Makings

Rated: M


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"Motherfucker!" was the response to the sirens that wailed far behind. If she was going to be paid to race with these other idiots, then why the hell were they getting caught so easily!? Drag racing was illegal, yeah, but when it was high stakes payments and underground channels- hell, she had fans that she couldn't disappoint.

Blending in with the traffic probably wasn't going to help her. Her car looked too much of the racing type.

And by god, it was.

This was no time to sit and brag about her car, though. There must have been an accident back there, and there was no doubt in her mind that "Fluffy" was the one to cause it. The girl's teeth clenched. No matter how much she hated the bastard, he was one hell of a good driver. She was always behind him.

Always.

"Sango, what are you doing!?" A loud voice busted through a transceiver. "Don't slow down, woman! You need to catch the next exit and head back to the facility!"

"Yeah, whatever," she replied casually into the mic. "And the cops'll figure 'hey, look, someone's speeding up that ramp, let's follow them cause they're mighty suspicious!' What then, smartass?"

"Just don't let them follow you!" The line cut. Sango shook her head, sighed, and noted that her partner wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Looking at her mirror, the cops had a couple of cars pulled over. She didn't see anyone she cared about.

She didn't look back again. The sirens were getting quieter, so she pulled into an exit after passing up another three. Headed back to Shikon, it seemed. She bet Naraku wouldn't be too happy with the results of this race. She didn't care, though; it was his money lost, not hers.

It was another hour before she pulled into an old looking warehouse. Behind the Shikon Industries was an unused warehouse. All of the racer met there before and after races; collecting pay and bragging.

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Pray, let me clear things up before I lose you. Perhaps I already have.

Shikon Industries manufactures computer parts and weaponry. What people on the outside don't know is that Shikon also runs a hefty little fund raiser: night races. The Shikon President, InuTaisho, had no problem broadcasting the events on a private channel. There was big money in any illegal activity. His lawyers had no problem covering the man up, either. Pretty much, everything was in the clear with this event.

That is, until the cops actually catch someone.

The authorities knew of the races, but sometimes they just couldn't get a fix on them. InuTaisho had some of them bribed, but only few. Onto other information, though.

Sango Taijya was one of the top drivers in this little organization. She hadn't even hit twenty one yet, but she was one of the best drivers InuTaisho had seen. As well as being a good driver, she had the body that easily rivaled a supermodel's- though hers was athletic. Defined. Her hair was long and tied into a rebellious ponytail. Her deep wine red eyes also held a dazzling effect.

She was easily accepted. Her father would have never approved.

It was a good thing she didn't have one.

She leaned against a black 2005 Acura NSX. The windows were tinted, and on the back was one vinyl sticker with a boomerang; stripes trailing down the side of the car in accent of its trail. Maroon in color. Interior also maroon, this car spent more on radio and speakers than its enhancement in speed. This girl loved her music.

But that was beside the point.

InuTaisho had two children. Both of them raced.

The first child was Sesshoumaru. Like his father, he had long, flowing silver locks of hair. He was always dressed sharply, whether it be a suit or just the casual attire of a black jacket, white shirt, and even darker pants and shoes. He rode a pure white 2008 Porsche 911 (997) GT2. Either he was really stupid, really cocky, or both. These were night races, and white was so easily spotted. It just proves how pompous he is, Sango thought. But the fact was, Sesshoumaru was that good. His car could had been a neon pink for all he cared; no one could catch him.

He was always the first past the finish line.

Sango wasn't the only one who felt shown-up, though.

InuTaisho's second child was a man named Inuyasha. His silver locks were always hidden in a black beanie. He wasn't exactly the charming sort of man. No, he was the more casual type. Business suits and fancy events disgusted him. He wore a large red hoodie and jeans. He was in no way a fancypants like the rest of his family. He chose his vehicle in red. 2006 Lotus Elise, and how the thing suited him. Though, he always came in second to his brother.

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Speak of the devil; Sango glanced over after getting out of her car. Both the Inu-brothers were standing by their cars. The other drivers? She only knew their names and cars. Nothing of them.

Miroku Houshi. Dark purple 1970 Plymouth Hemi Cuda. Fucking pimp car, she thought. Kagome Higurashi. Pale pink 1999 Nissan Skyline R34. Kouga Volf. Black 2003 Infitini G35 Coupe.

Then there was Naraku. Sango didn't know his last name, but damn it did she wish that he was the one caught by the police tonight. Metal colored 2006 Pagani Zonda F. It looked as evil as the man was. She wanted to kick the damn thing so hard that he couldn't even recognize it as being a car.

Other people came into view. She didn't know them.

Nor did she care. Sango just sat in her car, door open, blaring The Strokes. Juicebox was an amazing song. (A/N: Go to .com and look up the Strokes. Find that song. It will rule you and give you an idea of my muse. Blare it.) Others followed her lead; the lack of noise was pretty unsettling until anyone important showed up. They too, blared songs that drowned out the other noises, or lack thereof.

After half an hour, it was still the same crowd. But one joined in.

"Silence!" was the roar that caused all cars to shut down. InuTaisho himself stood in the warehouse doors, staring down anyone who dared to look him in the eye. He was a big man. And I wasn't talking about his business status. The man looked like a bodybuilder. "This race was inadequate. I want all of you to return here in three day's time. We'll make this one double the money!" As his voice echoed, a cheering was heard from the other drivers.

Sango smirked. A whole ten million yen if she won. This made it more worthwhile. She looked over at the Inu-brothers. Even though their cars were next to each other, the brothers were far from... brotherly. She stared mainly at Sesshoumaru.

"You'll be beat this time," she replied cooly, eyes laidback into a smug smile. She knew he could hear her. That superhuman hearing of his never surprised her. His amber eyes followed the voice to her maroon ones. They locked onto each other. Her look fueled and fiery; his clam and never daunting.

She was surprised to find that he was walking over to her. Usually he just stood there, and ceased acknowledging her existance. This time, though...

"I doubt it would be by you. Or anyone here." He stated cooly.

"You'd be surprised." She leaned back against her car. "I don't have your daddy's riches, but I don't need them to have a car able enough to run your ass right off the highway."

"Interesting," was all he had to say, and walked slowly back to his car.

Interesting was her thought, too. We'll just see how this goes. Her eyes followed his movements.

How boring the next few days would be.

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A/N: Ah. How was that? I apologize, I usually think of the middle of the story instead of the beginning, so the transition might be a tad rocky. Please forgive me.

Anyway, reviews are appreciated. I'd like to know some views or if this story is worth reading.

And, eh, if more... intimate relations should be described. Haha.

Later.