Last week my friend Roy and me (and some other guys as well ) went to watch "The fast and the furious: Tokyo Drift" That was a funny movie, I liked it. Afterwards, going home, I got this idea. Then Roy helped me to shape and perfect it. Half the praise goes to him.

So - okay. I did some major reasearch about Japan, the University of Tokyo and cars/bikes/even quads. Hope it'll make the story more interesting!

WARNING:
Ratings are not for show, kids, as in this story you'll find:
- a lot of swearing;
- violence;
- huge amount of technical detailes about cars;
and more importantly (as it tends to peeve people most of all)
- shounen ai motives.

I have to remark, that there won't be any japanese talking in the story. The characters are japanese by default and I don't see the nessessity of underlining it by random phrases. Though the suffixeswill stay, of course, as it's a huge part of japanese culture.

So now I shut up and move to the story. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: if I owned Naruto, I would have been a 40years old japanese man. Don't actually mind 'japanese man', but 40 years old...

Hey! Give me a listen,
You corpses of cheer!
At least those of you
Who still got an ear.
I'll tell you a story
Make a skeleton cry
Of our own jubilisciously lovely Corpse Bride!

Danny Elfman, 'Remains of the day'

Prologue

The arrival hall of Haneda airport was packed with people to the point when a fly wiling to land wouldn't be able to find a suitable surface. It was nothing to be surprised about – the date was 26th of March, Sunday evening and people, obliged to go to work the next day, were coming back to Tokyo from different places throughout the country, where they had spent the weekend. Plus, of course, the new academic year was going to start at 1st of April (1), which only increased the amount of people coming to Tokyo.

When passengers of plane from Okinawa started merging with the crowd, desperately trying to get to their baggage, the place was more resembling Arabic bazaar than an airport. Only a few not bothering about bags and cases went straight towards the exit.

Having finally made his way through the green corridor, Naruto yet again drowned in a sea of unfamiliar faces and bright holiday clothes. He himself wasn't much different - orange tee-shirt, baggy jeans and baseball cap stamped him as one of their kind. The good point was that he easily found lone figure of a man in black costume and sunglasses, with hair tied in a high ponytail.

"Iruka!" he nearly dropped his bag, rushing to the man's wide open arms. "God, I missed you so much!"

"So did I, Naruto, so did I!" Umino Iruka, Naruto's godfather and, more importantly, best friend, hugged him tightly, as if trying to squeeze out his soul.

They stood there for several minutes, not knowing where to start, what to say first, until Iruka laughed shortly and led Naruto to the parking lot.

"How was the flight?"

"Disastrous. I wasn't able to get a busyness-class ticket and was stuck with noisy kids and their annoying parents for two hours and a half!" Iruka chuckled and patted Naruto's head.

"I'd rather say they were stuck with you!"

"Hey!"

"Now, don't tell me you were a good boy, I won't believe anyway." Naruto fumed angrily and even started saying something, when quiet beeping of the car in front of him attracted his attention. He didn't even notice when they exited the airport, so much he was absorbed with their little chat.

"Yours?" he asked Iruka unsurely.

"Yeah."

Naruto threw Iruka an unbelieving look.

"Subaru Legacy?" for all he knew about his godfather – and he knew about him everything, even though they hadn't seen each other for three years (but hey, what MSN and phones are for?), - this car didn't suit him at all. It was more or less expensive, yes; sleek and smooth, like a drop of quicksilver, maybe even charming… but it wasn't a car Iruka would drive. Naruto turned to him, raising eyebrows.

"What?" Iruka shuddered under his look. "Oh, you don't like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it… It doesn't suit you – as I see it." Iruka stared at him.

"What are you talking about? Ah, you mean - hey, come on! I'm thirty three already! I'm not into that stuff anymore." He rolled eyes, and got into the car. "Come on, we'd better hurry, if you don't want to spend next couple of hours stuck into traffic jam!"

Naruto shrugged his daze off and took his seat.

"So, what's new since I called you last time?"

"It was this morning? Hmm, let's see…"

'Okay, Tokyo! The Great Uzumaki Naruto is coming and you have no say in it rather than accept me with arms wide open!"

When they finally made their way to Roppongi (2), it was almost half past two in the morning. And while Naruto, tired from the flight, wished for a shower and a bed only, he couldn't stop his interest from adverting to vast amount of night clubs and bars. He hadn't been to Tokyo for three years, since he last visited Iruka; and at the age of fifteen, although being very much interested in Roppongi nightlife, he hadn't got a chance to get to know it, since that time Iruka lived in the suburbs.

"We're living in Roppongi Pacific Tower," Iruka said pointing to a building a little aside from the main road. "If you get lost or something…"

"Will you be reminding me of that time for all my life?" Naruto interrupted, looking scandalized. Well, in fact, he himself suspected that he suffered a 'rare genetic disease' called topographic cretinism but he'd rather die than admit it, since the only case he actually told Iruka about was now sort of a family treasure, mentioned whenever suitable (and not suitable as well).

They parked and Iruka, after giving keys to the concierge, led him inside the building. Up close it looked more like a skyscraper, though it couldn't be more than thirty stories.

"We live at the twenty-second floor; the parking is in the basement. By the way, your bike was brought this afternoon."

"Oh, great! Other things?" elevator was rapidly taking them higher.

"As well. God, you sure have got a hell lot of technique. What for do you need four computers anyway?"

"I'm not going to study Computer Science for nothing." Naruto rolled eyes, exiting the elevator. Iruka turned to the left of two present on the floor apartments, snatching keys out of his pocket.

They went in and Naruto absentmindedly noticed that the apartment was nothing of the usual Japanese style – Iruka, contrary to nation's subconscious desire for large space, actually having this space, filled it with large amount of furniture – drawers, closets and chairs.

"It's cozy," he reassured his godfather, finally taking his baseball cap off, hearing Iruka exhale aloud at the mock of blond hair. His grandfather was a half-Swedish American soldier, who stayed in Japan after the World War II; from him both Naruto's father Arashi and he inherited unusual for a Japanese look. Living in Okinawa, a center of tourist attraction, he didn't get as much attention as he would, had he lived anywhere else. Now, when he moved to Tokyo, it was going to change. Sure, Tokyo was a big city, the capital, but foreigners still weren't all that welcome and Naruto knew that with his looks he would always be recognized as a foreigner. Two years back he even seriously considered idea of dying his hair black, but tossed it away in the end.

Iruka came up to him and ruffled golden locks with a sad smile.

"Want to drink something?"

"Nah, thanks, I'll just have shower and then go to bed. 'M really tired."

"'Kay. Your room is that one. The bathroom is over there. If you need anything – just ask." Naruto nodded and retreated to the bathroom. He hated moments like this. Couple of seconds spared on mourning over his pitiful skills at socializing and then he'd feel like an utter idiot for the rest of the day.

"Why 'like'? I sure am an idiot." He sighed warily and took his tee-shirt off, when he suddenly realized that the bag with all the clothes he took along was left in the car.

"Oh, crap!" he rushed out of the bathroom. Was Iruka still up? Desperately looking around, trying to understand where his godfather's room could be, he suddenly spotted the keys. "Right. There and back again." He put his running shoes on, not even bothering about laces, took Iruka's jacket, lying on the chair at the door and ran out of the apartment. The elevator took him down to the parking, where he, shivering from cold – it was March night, for God's sake, and he wore only Iruka's jacket and his summer pants! – tried to find his godfather's Subaru.

"Let's see, let's see…" Luckily for him, the parking was almost empty, and he soon spotted what he was searching for.

His bag was lying at the passenger seat and he opened the car hastily, reaching for it. But Naruto could never be called graceful, and during this act, he managed to slip on dry concrete floor and fall. And while falling, he somehow managed to crack the glove compartment open and bump his head against the roof. Hissing and rubbing injured head, he turned slightly to close the compartment, and froze at the sight of what was inside.

There, was lying a whole metallic hill of sets of keys. Car keys. You can't recognize a car by its keys, but the key-chains showed distinctly – Lamborghini, Nissan and Jaguar were at Iruka's possession as well as two other unknown cars, as their keys wore no signs.

It could mean only one thing – Iruka had lied. "I'm thirty three already! I'm not into that stuff anymore." He had said several hours ago at the airport. And he was persuading Naruto in it during three years prior.

"Iruka, you motherfucker!" Naruto whispered, eyeing the keys unbelievingly.

"Excuse me, mister…" he heard someone calling him and turned around hurriedly, shutting the glove compartment closed.

"Yes?" there stood the parking guard, a young boy in police clothes.

"Ah… May I help you?" what did he want from him?

"No, everything is fine." Naruto reassured the boy warily, too his bag and went to the elevator.

He didn't feel that happy about his moving to Tokyo. This way or other he would have to face thing he didn't want to face. Again. Thanks to Iruka. Yeah.

(1) In Japan, contrary to other contries, academic year starts on 1st of April.
(2) Roppongi is a street in Tokyo, the center of city's nighlife. Roppongi Pacific Tower actually exists.

Let me know what you think, guys:shy smile: