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 Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:09 am
The announcer quickly pulled up the photos on the screen in front of hir, looking at the two cars. It had been very, very close. S/he only hoped for Takami's sake that the winner was good to him for the next few days. "By one centimeter, the red Mazda wins! Please come to the announcers box to claim your prize."
The boy sat down hard in his seat, letting out a long sigh and running a hand through his hair. Dante was somewhere in the background, talking to someone on his cell phone and whatever else he did. The boy didn't look relieved for long, since he knew that Paige didn't really want him around.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:18 am
His jaw fell open. Nothing could have prepared him for that shock, but he quickly snapped out of it as an odd noise met with his ears. It was the girl, she was screaming to high heaven and challenging the call. She seemed a bit upset by the results, as was Paige. He wanted to win, to pay them back for the car.... but the boy...
His feet reluctantly carried him foreward, toward the announcers box, but she stood in the way, bloody fists and fuming. He voice shook as she cursed him for what he ha done to her. However, he had better things to do, so he pushed her aside as he walked slowly und tiredly up the stairs. A few moments later, he stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame, his blue shades in hand.
His eyes fell apon the boy, outstretching his arms with a shrug. "So... where's my Takami?" He smiled, a bit odd for what he had jst done.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:38 am
The boy looked up at him, a bit surprised by what he said but not letting it show on his soft features. He stood up, brushing himself off and turning to look at him. Takami bowed, hair falling in a curtain around his face. Straightening up, he saw Dante out of the corner of his eye, who seemed to be heading out to deal with that woman...
He smiled gently, walking over to his victor and taking his hand gently. He wasn't sure how the man would react if he walked directly into his arms.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:52 am
He smiled down at the small male. His features were delicate, a sight to behold he supposed. He was a bit relieved when the boy didn't plow straight into his arms, but after a few moments of akward silence, he wrapped his arms around Takami's, puling him to his chest and leaning down to whisper into his ear. "So... was it as good for you as it was for me?"
Tha race had long since passed and the aunry female ouside had benn silenced, and Paige now turned to walked to the door. "Time for me to turn in for the night. Make sure the large man fixes my car... and I'll see you guys next race..."
The door closed stiffly behind him and hewalked sleepily down the stairs, making his way to his car in less than a few minutes. The door opened happily for him, black leather meeting with his weak body. He saw the door open again, but didn't bother to see who had exited the press box, starting the engine and sitting silently for a moment.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:09 am
He almost blushed when he heard Paige's voice in his ear, but managed to force it down. It wouldn't do any good to get excited over someone who didn't really care about you. Once he was released, he watched him walk out and then looked over at Dante. Obviously he'd have to get the car, so, the limo might be a good idea.
Stepping out of the announcer's box, he walked over to Paige's car and knocked gently on the window.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:20 am
He leaned over and opened the door for the boy, looking up at him through the blue frmaes. Like always, he matched from head to foot, attired in a blue jacket, white undershirt, black dress pants and a pair of brand new vans, of coarse fitting the color sceme. It was odd how he always matched, but never matched the car. Oh well....
"Something wrong? What is it Takami chan?" His eyes were half closed, wanting more than ever to sleep, but he remained awake knowing full well he would have to drive to that cheap a** hotel he was staying at. He slumped in his seat, leaning bach against the driver's door.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 10:57 am
The boy opened the door carefully and then took Paige's hand, carefully pulling him out of the car and to his feet. "I know you love your car, but you should ride with me tonight. Dante will need to take your car in now." The hotel was changed anyways, they'd sent a car over to get his stuff from the other one and were transporting the stuff to a new hotel. One of his mother's infact...
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 11:10 am
As he stood he felt an odd sensation inside, something familiar, but different at the same time. His legs hurt, as did his head, but he allowed thr boy to touch him, not really wanting to speak against it. "My car... my room... go with you... to where?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 11:20 am
"The new hotel. I'm supposed to be in your care until the next race." he said, leading him towards a black stretch limo near the back of the parking lot. Though the guards weren't breathing down their necks, they were there, following them, and the driver appeared to open the door for them.
"You'll need to give Dante your keys." he said as he turned around to look at him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 11:32 am
Dante, the large russian guy... in his car... his brand new red mazda... he sighed, tossing his keys over his shoulder toward the tall lug of a man. The limo was a bit different. He never had ridden in one before, but supposed, under the circumstances, it would be a nice ride.
His feet started to scrape the ground, and just as they reached the car he placed his hands hard on the boys shoulders, pinning hiim to the black door. His eyes were closed under the dark shades, a bit odd to still be wearing at the hour in time, but he pulled them off. The fingers of his right hand traveled up to his cheek, stroking the rosy fleah affectionatly. He leaned foreward once more, his lips brushing against his ear as he whispered quietly. "Is this what you want? Should I want you like this? Or is it -you- who wants me?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 12:04 pm
The boy turned his head and brushed his lips across those of the man who was racing to win him. His smile was coy and he nipped Paige's ear. "I don't want anyone or anything, not even a notion." The boy might have been a bit of a tease, but there was no way to really know what he was thinking. Slipping from beneath Paige's arms he slipped into the car and scooted over, patting the seat next to him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 12:33 pm
He blushed lightly, slipping slowly into the car and closing the door behind him, taking one last look at his car. The boy was messing with his mind, such actions were typical of females, but of boys? No, he wouldn't let this get to him, having an attractive boy as a prize was nothing to look that deeply into... he would stay for those few days, then try his luck at the next race.
He slowly began removing odd articles of clothing, starting with his glasses, tie, shoes, and ending finally with his jacket, the black pants and white undershirt remaining. The car was slightly cooler than he expected, so the air stung his skin, making him shiver slightly before leaning against the window. There was an odd silence before he finally spoke up. "So... where exactly are we going.. I mean.. I, where am I going..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 12:55 pm
"We're going to one of my mother's hotels. She's left a suite open for the winner of the race. You won, so..." he knew in some way it was just an excuse for her to watch over him, but then again, he didn't have to have guards around him as long as he stayed there. He preferred it that way really, with only a few guards outside the room. Dante would be there personally he was sure, because he didn't trust anyone.
He looked out the other window and rested his chin on his palm. "You didn't do what I asked."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 1:08 pm
"Do... what you asked...?" His voice seemed a bit empty, hollow, matching his mood. He didn't know what to do, after all... he had just won a boy... but something was odd with him. Paige shifted slightly, moving toward Takami, his hands resting close to his legs, sitting directly next to him. "Have I... upset you?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 1:18 pm
He didn't say anything for a few minutes. It was hard to tell the mood Takami was in, ever, but it depended on if he really had a mood. "You didn't race like you would lose the person you loved if you failed." Closing his eyes, he let out a breath against the window but once again was silent. It was too hard to read him.
"You won't win the next race against that woman if you don't go in like you have everything to lose if she takes first."
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