A/N - I am a big Han fan, so in this version he is very much alive after the departure of DK. Everything else is pretty much as it was at the end of the film. If you have any questions feel free to drop me a message (This goes for any tips/ideas as well, also if you think I'm doing something wrong), this is my first fic however so please be gentle.
I only own the characters of Gabriella/Bree and Mikito.
The streets of Tokyo were alive, more alive than usual. The streets were always brighter when the sun went down, but tonight there was more to them. Something big was about to happen; tonight was race night.
Once a month, the streets of Tokyo crowded with brightly customised cars and every car raced for victory. Some competed in quarter mile drag races, some raced on custom made street tracks, and some competed in one on one drift races through several storey parking lots. Usually Gabriella avoided this scene, but tonight she decided to tag along with her best friend, Neela, instead of spending the night playing monopoly with her father and little brother.
Gabriella stood outside her house waiting for Neela. Despite the vaguely warm weather, Gabriella was wearing long length hip-hugger jeans, black converse trainers and her black leather jacket was done up to just below her neck.
Neela's blue Mazda RX-8 pulled up sleekly outside Gabriella's house. Neela climbed out, wearing a short, tight fitting black tube dress and some high heeled strappy shoes.
"Hey, hot stuff." smiled Neela, pulling her best friend into a hug.
"Yeah right, I'm the hot stuff," teased Gabriella, "You want some dress to go with those legs?"
Neela stuck out her tongue and then smiled before replying, "Whatever, Bree. You know I got one of these dresses waiting for you when you're ready to show off those saucy things you call legs. Now let's get going. Sean and Twinkie are already there."
"Is Sean racing tonight?" Bree asked as the two climbed into the car.
Neela nodded her head, "I'm riding shotgun."
Sean was Neela's boyfriend, also know as DK, short for Drift King. Twinkie was Sean's best friend and the go-to guy if you needed to get your hands on anything quick and cheap. The four of them were pretty tight, and spent most of their time together. Neela and Bree had clicked the second they met, quite ironic seeing as they couldn't be more different. The girls had barely spent a moment apart since befriending each other. Their many differences meant they always had something to talk about.
Judging by the amount of cars and crowds of people that filled the parking lot when the two girls pulled in, they were definitely within the last people to arrive. Neela parked next to Twinkie's VW Touran and the two climbed out and greeted the boys.
"So what changed your mind about coming tonight?" Twinkie asked Bree as Neela helped Sean put the finishing touches to his car. He and Bree were slouched against the hood of Twinkie's ride.
"It's monopoly night at my house, figured it'd be more interesting to learn what you guys do up here once a month."
Twinkie nodded in approval.
"Hey guys, we're gonna head to the line." announced Sean as Neela climbed in to the passenger seat, smiling at her best friend who nodded swiftly back.
"See you at the chequered flag, dude." Twinkie said to Sean. The two men bumped fists and Sean slid into the drivers side, winking at his two friends before his car disappeared leaving only a trail of smoke.
Twinkie locked up his van and started to follow the crowds who were hurrying towards an elevator on the other side of the parking lot, stopping and turning when realising that Bree wasn't following.
"C'mon, girl," urged Twinkie, motioning with his arms towards the elevator and the masses of people heading in the direction, "First ones up there get the best view of the finish."
"Go ahead, I'm not big on crowds." Bree smiled, adding "I'll meet you up there." when Twinkie seemed uncertain.
"Sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure," Bree reassured, "Just leave me your keys so I can dump my jacket on the back seat."
Twinkie smiled and chucked his keys to Bree before turning and making a quick dash for the elevator, making it in a split second before it closed. Bree smiled to herself and looked around. She seemed to be the only one left on the level apart from one other. A tall, dark haired Asian man was stood patiently by the elevator, watching Bree with dark eyes. Bree gave him a quick glance, he wasn't terrible to look at. There was something about him, something mysterious, she found it hard not to stare, but she soon drew her eyes away. The young girl unzipped her leather jacket, revealing her chest in a black tank top. She tossed her jacket on the back seat of Twinkie's van before locking it back up again. She only made it a few steps towards the elevator before a hand caught her shoulder, startling her a little. She turned on the balls of her feet, knocking the hand away from her as an instinctive reaction.
"Feisty one, huh?" the man in front of her teased. He stood at about 5'10, a good few inches taller than Bree. She took an instant dislike to him. He was Asian, with bleach blonde hair that was brushed over his face; a right poser in Bree's eyes.
"Shouldn't you be at the chequered flag with the rest of the followers?" Bree asked with a hint of bitterness in her voice.
"Couldn't take my eyes off you, baby. The name's Mikito" he replied with a smug smirk, trying to grab a hold of her ass, "How come I've never seen you here before?"
"Because of assholes like you, now take your hands off me," Bree raised her voice, shoving his hands away and heading towards the elevator with her eyes on the floor. She rolled her eyes, now she remembered why she never came to places like this. Looking up, the mysterious man was walking slowly towards her.
'Oh god, please not another asshole.' Bree silently wished, but to her surprise, the man did not stop in front of her. He kept going an put his arm out to stop Mikito who had taken a few steps to follow Bree.
"Take the stairs, Mikito." the man's voice was calm, smooth. Very American but with a slight hint of a Japanese accent.
"Come on, Han. I was just playin' around, don't be a dick."
Han shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head towards the staircase, Mikito shrugged in defeat and trudged off, turning a couple of times to give Han a not so friendly look.
As soon as Mikito was out of site, Bree turned to Han, "Thanks."
"Don't mention it, the guy's a dick," Han replied coolly as the two walked towards the elevator. Han pushed the button to go up as soon as they reached it, pulling out a packet of snacks and offering Bree one before he started munching.
"Going up?" asked Han, striding into the elevator as soon as the doors slid open.
"I guess so," Bree replied quietly, stepping in next to Han as he pushed the button for the roof and the elevator jolted upwards.
"You here with Sean and Twink?" he asked, keeping his eyes dead ahead with a slight smile on his face.
"Yeah, you know them?" Bree kept her eyes on her shoes.
"Quite well actually," he smiled.
"Oh shit, yeah." Bree looked up to the older man, clicking instantly and remembering where she had heard the name before, "You're Han, as in Han from the garage? The guy who taught Sean everything he knows?"
Han nodded as coolly as he did everything else, smiling when he met the younger girls eyes. "And what do I call you?"
"My name's Gabriella, but everybody calls me Bree," she replied, holding out a hand to Han. He took it almost instantly, softly shaking her hand.
Their hands dropped back to their sides as soon as the elevator doors opened and the sound of excited screaming flooded through the entrance. Bree spotted Twinkie standing on the hood of a car, she had no idea who's and Twinkie seemed too excited to care. He was surrounded by many other people, all who were focused in the opposite direction to the elevator.
"There's Twinkie," Bree pointed out to Han, "I suppose I should go see what's going on. I already feel lost."
Han smirked, "Don't come around here often, do you?"
Bree shook her head, "This is my first time."
"You should come by the garage with your friends sometime, I'll teach you a thing or two about racing."
"Thanks, but I'll pass. I'll see you around, Han." Bree waved before taking her leave.
Han didn't take his eyes off her until she reached Twinkie.
"I'll see you soon, Bree." he said quietly, knowing full well that she couldn't hear him, but also knowing that he spoke the truth.
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