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Summary: Hiei loves to drag race, and Kurama is like a volleyball god. What happens when their lives collide? Literally. (HxK -attempted- yaoi)

Chapter 1: Collision

"Oi! Hikaku!"

"Yeah?"

"Race me."

"Damn, Hiei! Do you remember what happened last time?"

"Yeah, your point?"

Hikaku grinned and shook his head, chuckling lightly.

"Last time, you were racing Koji and ended up in the hospital for a week."

Hiei pouted.

Hiei Jaganshi was a serious drag racer. He loved to race, and can't go a week without feeling the speeding wind whip past his face. 15 years-old and attends Hiromachi High School with his best friend Hikaku. Hikaku Kinoychi, 15, Hiromachi High, also loves to drag race with Hiei, but can live with out it, unlike a certain someone.

"C'mon!" Hiei cried.

Hikaku laughed a bit, "Fine."

"Finally! I'm not going easy on you," Hiei warned.

"Like wise," Hikaku smirked, "Where is it going to be?"

"Tonokai Street?"

Hikaku nodded, "Let's go."

Hiei and Hikaku jumped into their cars, started up their engines and took off for Tonokai Street.

Hiei has always hung around Hikaku, watching drag races, cheering for each other in them, but they have never went against each other. They both had awesome cars. Hiei had a sleek, black 1969 Chevy Corvette, while Hikaku had the same car, just in a dark, midnight blue. There was no racing until they got to the street.

Tonokai Street is where they and all their drag racing friends would hang out and race each other. And just as Hiei thought, there were a bunch of people there, waiting for some people to race.

Tonokai Street held many drag races there, even if it was lined by many houses.

They thought that no body hardly drives down the road, they could make use of it.

~*~

"Kurama! Phone!"

"Coming, mother!"

Kurama bounded down the steps of his home to his mother, waiting with the phone in her hands. She saw him, handed him the phone, and told him, "It's Akira."

Kurama nodded and held the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Kurama! I don't know if coach called you, but we have volley ball practice today."

"Nani?! When is it?"

"5:00."

Kurama looked at the clock. 4:39. "Damn," he muttered. "I'm still at home."

"Well, hurry your a** over here! Coach wants everybody here, and if your not, your
kicked off the team," Akira explained.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. If not there in time, try to stall him for a bit, please."

Akira nodded, even thought Kurama couldn't see. "You got it, see you soon." Akira hung up.

Kurama hurried up to his room, packed his bag with his volley ball uniform, put on his shoes, and grabbed his bike, pedaling at full speed to his school. Kurama Minamino was like a volley ball god to some people. He had looks and smarts, and was a pro at volley ball. Only 15, he knows lots more than your average 15 year-old. He also attends Hiromachi High.

~*~

"On your mark," the referee called, "Get set,"

Tension was in the air.

"GO!!!"

Their tires skidded to start and took off at full speed. The track Hiei and Hikaku agreed to race on would be a full two mile race. Who ever lost owed the other 1000 yen. So far, Hiei lead by a few seconds. Actually, he never realized how long two miles was. He looked back and saw Hikaku's car a while back, and was about to slow down a bit. But something caught his attention.

Something banged on his car window, shattering the glass. Hiei could faintly hear Hikaku's car skidding to a stop in the background, and decided to stop too. He got out of his car and checked it. Everything was fine but the window, obviously. He looked at the front and found an old, rusted, faded, green bike, broken and bent at odd ends.

"Hiei!"

Hiei looked back, spotting Hikaku.

"Get over here!"

His voice was overcome with worry and fear. Hiei dashed over to Hikaku. The boy
was kneeling over something, a body. It was a boy, with long, fiery red hair, and a
beautiful face. The only thing disturbing his beauty was his look of pain, and the
blood trickling down his face. Most likely from a wound on the head, also most likely to be caused by Hiei.

"What do we do?" Hikaku asked, worry in his voice.

"Are you stupid? We have to get him to a hospital!"