Chapter 12. I can't believe how fast I managed to catch 'Kill Me' up with this story. Actually, it's kinda passing this story now. I think I should be wrapping this one up soon, though I'm not exactly sure how many more chapters long it'll be. I'm itching to do a Fairy Tail chapter story. I've got two chapters of it saved on my computer already! Anyways, time to get this chapter rolling.

He heard the other bikes around him, engines revving and screaming as they each pulled back on the throttle. He leaned forwards a bit more, giving the gas a good twist and listening to his motor roar. The gates were about to drop. His crimson eyes narrowed in anticipation. The nervousness was a dull ache in his stomach as he pinpointed the exact line he wanted to follow.

The gate dropped. Wasting absolutely no time, Soul shifted into fourth gear and pinned the throttle. He soared by the other riders that were coming off of their gates, pushing his way through the pack. Eventually there was an opening in the crowd. The white headed teen fought his way through and out into the open, effectively pulling the holeshot. He let a smirk grace his features, though he knew better than to get cocky this early on.

Coming up on his tail were his best friends Kid and Black*Star, followed by the rest of the pack. Soul grit his teeth, shifting into fifth gear. He slowed a bit coming into the turn, speeding back up as he made his way out of it. His timing was perfect for that certain sweet spot he loved to hit.

Black*Star came up beside him, kicking at him from his Yamaha. Soul cut across a few ruts to escape the egotistical maniac's reach, cursing under his breath. He bared with the bumps and his back wheel popping up once or twice. It was better than crashing. He nearly lost control of his handlebars as his front wheel hit a pot-hole. His teeth ground against each other in frustration.

Kid used this opportunity to take the lead, breezing by his two best friends with a symmetrical wave of his hands. Black*Star accepted the black and white haired boy's unspoken challenge and twisted his throttle a bit more. He smirked as he caught up, tapping at his back wheel and attempting to throw him off balance. Kid grit his teeth in annoyance. Did the bluenette really have no other strategy besides riding dirty?

Soul managed to get his bike under control. His scarlet gaze locked onto the two riders ahead of him, one of them currently kicking at the other. He leaned into his bars a bit more, elbows bending as he did so. His wrist pulled back harder at the base of the jump. The Honda soared through the air, landing easily at speeding up to catch Kid and Black*Star.

Another rider came into the jumbled battle for first place. He was trailing just behind the other three, trying desperately to keep up with them. Soul watched him pull up beside Black*Star from his peripheral vision. The white haired teen chuckled to himself. Bad move, dude.

Sure enough, Black*star kicked his foot out as they flew over another jump. The poor kid tried to regain his balance, but he was pushed too far to the side of his bike. His Suzuki was abandoned just before he slammed into the ground. Yellow flaggers jogged over to the scene and frantically waved their flags around, alerting the other racers that someone had crashed.

Kid was pulling at the lead again, completely disinterested in the chaos that was happening behind them. Apparently, two other riders hadn't been too far behind and got wrapped up in the poor boy's crash. Black*star's light green eyes narrowed in determination. He was ready to be the star of the show. There's no way he'd let Kid beat him!

Soul felt the wind whipping through his jersey as he scrubbed off of a small jump. His grip tightened on the handlebars. It was about time he stopped playing around. The laps were rolling by, and it had been fun to battle it out with his buddies, but he seriously wanted to rip it up. A large grin spread across his face as he felt himself drifting into the perfect mindset.

The other riders seemed to fade away, only leaving Soul and the clay. He hummed a low tune into the padding of his helmet, one he had composed himself a long time ago. His fingers tapped against the handle as if he were playing his piano. He felt himself soaring, the sound of his engine a low purr at the back of his mind. Everything was just perfect.

A single Honda flew over the finish line that was directly across a table-top. Cheers were heard ringing throughout the bleachers. Next came the Yamaha and Kawasaki that had somehow managed to maintain their tie throughout the entire race. Right after them came another Honda, next a KTM, and so on.

"Coming in at first in our top five for this moto is the hot-shot, Soul Eater. His companions Kid and Black*Star always make it interesting for us, this time tying for second! Right after them were Sly and Martin, also top competitors." One of the over-enthusiastic announcers called into his mic. He was positioned in the staff's tower where he could survey the entire track and make commentary as he pleased. "The results are no surprise to us!"

Soul pulled his custom helmet from his head as he rolled away from the track. He hung it on his left handlebar, letting his hand rest on his thigh while the other was used to steer. His ivory locks were plastered around his face from sweat. Girls seemed to swoon as he drove by, making him inwardly roll his eyes. People were calling congratulations all around him. He threw them one of his infamous smirks in return.

Once he reached his trailer, he quickly hopped off of his bike and set it on its stand. His gear and jersey were ripped off and thrown towards his gear bag. He pulled a water bottle from his cooler and hurriedly unscrewed the top. About half of the bottle was gulped down in a matter of seconds. The rest he poured out over his head, relishing in the feeling of it cascading down his face. Streams of cool water rolled over his shoulders and between his shoulder blades. A lone drop rolled down his neck and between his pectorals, continuing down his toned abdomen and stopping at the waistband of his pants.

Soul ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. He let out a tired groan as the sun beat down hard against his tanned skin. Sweat was already forming at his forehead again. Rummaging through his disorganized gear bag, he found a clean white towel waiting for him. He smiled at the sight of it, running it across his face and neck.

"Nice race." He heard a sweet voice comment. "As expected of the 'Almighty Soul Eater'." She mocked.

He turned to grin at the petite ash-blonde girl. She had walked back from the bleachers once he finished his moto to congratulate him on his success. "Thanks, Maka. Kid and 'Star were flying out there today. Gotta keep my guard up."

"You're damn right you do, Soul. You're lucky your GOD let you win this round!" Black*Star yelled from behind the white-haired teen, dressed in similar attire.

"In your dreams." Soul smirked.

"Either way, I'd say it was a pretty good race." Kid offered a smile. He already looked back to his normal, symmetrical self, even if he was missing a few articles of clothing. How exactly it was that he did that was a mystery to all.

"Woah! You guys were totally flying!" Patty chirped between giggles, bouncing beside her older sister. "And we were all like, 'Woahh'."

The three other girls came to stand beside Maka, explaining that they had paid a visit to the concession stand on their way over. Liz looked about ready to melt from the heat, but Tsubaki and Patty didn't seem too fazed by it.

"You guys were all battling for first the entire time." Liz managed to huff out, fanning herself with her hands.

"Black*Star could've gone a little easier on that poor boy though." Tsubaki half mumbled, looking a little sheepish.

"Alright boys, this was only the first moto. Don't think I'm gonna go easy on ya' tomorrow." Black*Star declared, pointing towards the two of them in what he clearly thought to be a triumphant pose.

Kid's eyes narrowed at the blue-headed boy. "And neither will I. You will both be defeated... Symmetrically."

Soul sighed, stepping up to the both of them and clapping a hand over each of their shoulders. "I guess we all agree. Tomorrow it's time to get serious."

Liz and Tsubaki sweat-dropped at their sudden change of mood. The boys all parted ways to return to their sites for the day, each wearing a face of determination. Maka shrugged it off, strolling over to hop onto the tailgate of Soul's truck. Patty just laughed at the entire ordeal, pointing at the receding form of Kid.

"Well, good-bye Maka... I guess." Liz muttered awkwardly, grabbing her sister by the wrist and pulling her towards Kid's camp.

"Tomorrow should be interesting." Tsubaki giggled, walking off towards Black*Star's site.

Well, that happened. Sorry it took me so long to post. I was having a hard time thinking of ideas for this one. I mean, it was all right there, but I couldn't write for some reason. Oh well. I plan on uploading soon!