Life's a Race by PissyWitch

Is He Any Good?

OKAY! This fic I deleted for system problems. If you want to know more about it, you probably don't but, go to my fic entitled Accidental Love. *hint hint* It's a good one, too. This fic was second favorite to my Accidental Love. And Growed Down came in last. Don't ask about it. Or you could ask and make me write on it more so I can put it up! ^_^ Whatever you choose.

BACK TO THIS FIC! This is an alternate universe where Sesshomaru is one of the top, if not the top, Drag Racers. Yes, I know about drag racing. I've been to many of the races. And the seconds and speed was clocked in mathematically because I don't remember the exact timings and everything. This racing is on a fourth of a mile track or 1320 feet. That's a lot is you think about it. Enjoy reading!

-----------1----------- Is He Any Good?

He was racing at the speed of light, or that's how it looked. And yet, it looked all in slow motion. He was in the first lane and well past the competitor. He lifted his foot and let the other racer gain on him. As soon as he saw the other racer look at him, side-by-side, he stepped on it! And as the dirt got kicked up, he had finished the race before the other racer could know what had happened.

"Racer in lane two, nice try, but no one can defeat Lightning Fast, known as Sesshomaru! And there he is now with a time of 8.6 seconds, going 104.6 MPH on a fourth mile track! Easy, ladies! He needs to get ready for his next race against White Fire! He needs to keep this up, cause I hear White Fire's good! It will be held at 5 P.M." The announcer said before muting the microphone. He stood up and stretched then sat back down for the next race happening in 5 minutes.

Sesshomaru got out of his drag racer at the end of the run, near his trailer. He pulled his helmet off and fixed his bangs so they weren't so ragged. He had his eyes cold as ice and his face emotionless in his dark blue jumpsuit. He walked over to his trailer, setting down his helmet on the table. His helmet was blue, with a yellow lightning-bolt on each side. He unzipped his jumpsuit and took it off, placing it next to his helmet. He was wearing a black baggy T-shirt and dark blue, slack jeans.

Sesshomaru looked over at the noise coming closer from the next race and saw the racer. His dragster was a fuchsia color that said on each side, "Pink is a Manly Color" in black writing. The racer stopped his drag racer and was going to talk to Sesshomaru. "Hey L.F."

Sesshomaru looked at him, his eyes still looking as bored as they did when he finished his race. "Hai?" he said sounding aggravated.

"Well, I jus wanted to say... nice touch on your race. You smoked him."

"Thanks," still sounding as bored as a child told to sit still in an empty room.

"Have you heard anything about the new driver? The one you're up against next? I think his name was White Fire, right?" the racer asked pulling over so the next racer could pass. Then he turned the engine off.

"What's your name, Pinky?" Sesshomaru asked coldly.

"Miroku. So, anything about White Fire?" Miroku questioned again. [AN: CAN'T YOU SEE MIROKU IN A PINK DRAG RACER?! I KNOW I CAN! *laughs ass off* I kill myself!]

"Nothing," Sesshomaru said and turned around walking back to his dragster. He was told White Fire is really good at racing, but Sesshomaru thinks he's better.

"Well, I'll talk to you later," Miroku timidly said, and he fired up the dragster and roared away.

Sesshomaru looked at his watch. 'Hmm... 3:30, the race isn't till 5. I'm hungry,' he thought.

Sesshomaru started to walk to the food court. Walking he wondered if the rumors where true about White Fire. 'Is he as hot on the track as they say he is? I guess that's where he got his name.' He didn't notice that he passed the food court. When he came out of his weird trance, he noticed he almost ran into a table. Sesshomaru walked back to the food court and ordered a hotdog. Putting ketchup on his hotdog at the table he chose, he heard a voice yell his name. Sesshomaru looked in the direction it came and sighed. It was an idgit.

"What da-ya-know! A hotdog for a hot dog!" Inuyasha said.

"I don't know why dad made me let you come along," Sesshomaru sighed.

"Gomen, Sesshomaru. I saw your run! That was excellent! I love what you did at the end," Inuyasha said and gave him thumbs up. Sesshomaru scoffed. Inuyasha frowned. "By the way, I saw some of the cutest chicks over by the camera man." Sesshomaru didn't show interest, it didn't even look like he was listening. His eyes were showing his boredom. "And I blew up my brain and gave it to the food court as hotdog meat," Inuyasha finished dully.

Sesshomaru spit out the hotdog he was eating. "You better be fucking kidding!"

"It was just to get your attention!" Inuyasha said, laughing. Sesshomaru deeply sighed. Then Inuyasha got Sesshomaru to really listen, "I talked to White Fire, and he was surprisingly polite. It was scary."

"Nani?!" Sesshomaru exclaimed. "What did he look like?"

"Are you gay or something?" Inuyasha said, then crouched in fear as Sesshomaru glared very hard at him. "Gomen. Well, I dunno, he was wearing his helmet. This was right after I watched him practice..."

"Is he any good?" Sesshomaru asked, taking a bite of the hotdog that was left.

"Hell, yeah! He ran an 8.1 at 111.1 MPH! He might beat you," Inuyasha said.

Sesshomaru smirked.

Like it? I know some of my fans did! Review and get more! But don't be too disappointed if I don't write often this fic is the most annoying to update. I don't know why, either. Okay, maybe that's a lie. I don't know what to put in the fic! Help me out with ideas?