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𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - ii. american [ アメリカ人]

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pairing; han seoul-oh x amara!oc warning; language, minor character death, fluff, plot tbh word count; 9.4k notes; first real chapter of this book lol.

THE WAILS OF A CHILD RANG IN THE EMPTY ROOM. A woman smiled with tears in her eyes at the sound. Holding the new born in her arms, a miracle born out of mistakes and wrongs. A beautiful baby girl was born. Light brown eyes darting everywhere as it cried for warmth. The older woman handed the child over to her husband.

Ryder O'Connor held his little girl in his arms. Tears in his eyes as he held the small child, it was unbelievable that she was his. After many mistakes in his life, he wanted to be the best father he could for her. The man wanted to teach her everything he knew about life.

His eyes drifted to the woman who had given him a child, but she just had a small smile on her face. Her eyes open and closed as she looked at the two. That was until her eyes closed completely, never to open again. Her chest stopping its rise and fall.

Ryder's eyes widened, rushing he wrapped his daughter in a blanket and put her down carefully. Then rushed to the unconscious woman. He shook her shoulders, calling to her to wake up. But the woman never did open her eyes. The man pulled her lifeless body into a hug and kissed her forehead in tears.

"I promise I'll take care of her, I promise," he mumbled into her head.

While in most stories, we’ve all heard of father’s who abandoned their children due to the loss of the love of their life. Let me tell you, it’s never a good idea to do that. Now, Ryder wasn’t perfect himself either, he’s made his own mistakes, and now older. Too ashamed to go back and fix them.

So with this new born daughter, he pledged to himself that he would be there for her. Promised his deceased wife he would care for her.

To this date, he regrets leaving Brian behind, in California with his ex-wife. In that time he was afraid of the new responsibilities. Rather than face them, he decided to run from those problems.

In short notice the man was able to give his wife a proper goodbye. Taking his daughter and his wife’s ashes to the Golden Gate Bridge.

A place his wife actually enjoyed going to. He didn’t know why, it was just a bridge that was orange. But in respects of her happy place, he dumped part of the ashes over.

Amara the little baby in his arms smiled and giggled as the wind brushed her face. She was the best thing to happen already.

In a rented hotel the two lay on the large empty bed. Little Amara yawned in her drowsy state, wiggling around in her pink onesie.

Ryder leaned over to her face, fingers brushing over her rosy cheeks, “Sleepy, hun?” He cooed, wiggling his finger over her face.

The baby just looked up at him with her wide eyes, blinking slowly at the sight of her father. Until they finally closed shut, and her breathing slowed.

Seeing her asleep he sighed and sat back on the bed, brining out his laptop. He opened it and began typing away. Every few minutes looking over to check on Amara. Every time smiling to himself at the sight of his own creation.

A few hours into surfing the internet, he knew that California wouldn’t have what he wanted. He need somewhere new, somewhere where his past wouldn’t haunt him. The man always dreamed of going overseas, but never had the guts to pick up his life and do it.

Now with his wife gone, and Amara in his care. He could start anew just like her. Learn to live somewhere different, and so that is exactly what he did.

"We'll have a better life now, Amara, away from all the craziness here," he told her but the words seemed to reassure him more than anything else.

But life works in funny ways, you can never truly run from who you are. It will follow and find you eventually.

“Amara!” Yelled the voice of Ryder somewhere downstairs.

Eight-year-old Amara secured pink clips into her blonde hair. Looking down and making sure that her uniform was ready. Grabbing her randoseru she made her way downstairs to greet her father.

She gave a him a wide smile, “Mornin’ pops!” She greeted sitting at the dining table where her breakfast sat.

As always a stack on pancakes towered her plate. Carefully she poured her syrup over the stack, wanting the most out of the sugary food.

Ryder was American at heart, he wanted her to experience everything he did when he was younger. And if by making these foods would help that, she was in no way complaining.

He was lucky to have a child like Amara—she ate everything. Well, except onion, for some odd reason the girl detested the vegetable. Has thrown up in a couple of occasions when trying to eat the food. Odd.

The two ate in silence, enjoying each other’s company. Until she looked over at the clock and shoved a little more food in her mouth, “Atode Poppusu!” She then yelled grabbing her bag and running out to catch train.

The American man just sighed and picked up her plate, and placing it in the sink. Everyday that she left for school, he just hoped she returned safely to him. Not completely accustomed to the younger kids going off on their own for school.

Can you blame him? It was his only child to care for, he had no one else. But other than the fear, he was proud of his little girl. Just like his wife, she was smart. It was bad, but he loved hearing all the teachers tell him how gifted she was. It was something he liked boasting about his little old golden girl.

Every other day coming back with some sort of report all given top marks. Each time handed to him like it was nothing, like it was regular homework to her.

Although not many of the kids liked that some foreigner was as good as them. If not better. Ryder never knew that she was teased at some points of her school life. But she never let get to her. Especially when her new friend Neela came to school. He hated when they were singled out all because they weren’t born in Japan.

With Neela around this where her troubles began, seeking out all the fights with their bullies, “Call me or Neela that one more time, and you’ll be getting more than just my fist,” the small girl hissed towers her classmates.

The boys who had caused her trouble in the first place all nodded their heads. Frightened the girl wasn’t kidding and would come after them. Her father on the other hand wasn’t too keen on coming to school over and over for fights she had started.

So, in hopes of getting her fighting under control, he signed her up for self defense classes. The small girl excited to learn more about fighting, and how to do it even better.

Where all the troubles really began.

And once more the echo of her name rang out the halls of a High School, ”Amara!" yelled out a voice from behind her.

The blonde didn't turn around, but rather thanked the lunch lady who handed her tray of food. Picking up her tray she turned around to see the familiar face of her friend, Neela.

"Yes, Neela?" she asked her friend walking towards her seat. Her eyes trailing around to find an empty seat.

The dark-haired girl smiled, "I heard a new kid is coming this week, some saw a white man come in," she let her blonde friend know, a little excited to see how things would come to be.

Amara rolled her eyes, “As much as I love people, oh darling, I don’t really care all that much,” she replied with a shrug, smiling when spotting an empty table. And the truth it was, the blonde’s life revolved pretty much around her inner circle. One was Neela, her small circle of friends, and not to forget her father.

The smaller girl only shook her head and joined her friend at the table, “You know if you tried to talk to others, you would have a lot more friends.”

Amara gave her a mocking smile, picking up her chop sticks and shoving food in her mouth, “I don’t need more friends, I need adventure,” the girl mumbled through her mouth full of food.

“And stop talking with your mouth full,” the brunette cringed watching as Amara smiled with food still in her mouth.

After their little short rant on a new coming foreigner, the two idly chatted about their school life. As most students do, but not without the lingering looks from the rest of the student body. It was always the same, it never really mattered how long they were there for. Then eventually waving one another a short bye, before heading to their individual classes.

For a long time, Amara was known as the top student, she was smart without really trying. But for a while, she got bored of all it. The learning challenges she craved for no longer grabbed her attention. So, she ditched all of it for some time, skipping classes, not doing her homework, or even sleeping during lectures. Her life during that period of her life, was an adrenaline rush, and school wasn’t cutting it.

And all for the chase of the thrill, karma made her way back to bite her. Her father was notified of her situation, and was forced to attend school. Now, she was the oldest girl in the class, because of how much she had fallen behind.

Ryder had given her a long talk about finishing school. Not all the kids get a chance to learn and have the resources that she had. So the girl was given the ultimatum of finishing school or having to fend and live for herself.

As the bell rang, she shoved everything in her bag, waving her professor goodbye, putting on her shoes. To practically run to the trains, hoping to make it on time. Wanting nothing but getting home and sleep all day.

Arriving at the train station, she smiled. It seemed that luck was on her side, shoving her way into the train, she made sure to stay near the wall. Thankfully it wasn’t a far ride back to her stop. As her stop was announced she excused herself moving through the sea of squished people. Then quickly walked her way back home, hoping to just sleep.

As she reached her little quaint home, she noticed her father. The open garage door with an older man working on a new car. Her eyes flickered to the engine crane holding the heavy piece of machinery. Noticing the large boxes littered near the car, she guessed were the new parts.

"Hey pops," Amara greeted her father, hugging him from behind, then moved to stand beside him. Staring at the engine he worked on.

He smiled at the girl pausing his work, "Hey pumpkin, how was school?"

The blonde shrugged, "The same as always," she started by looking at him, "boring," she said and looked back at the engine in front of her, "what are you working on?"

"New car of course," he told her as he held a wrench in hand, “better get back to it, if I want to finish soon.”

The girl nodded and patted his shoulder, “Will do pops, I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

Ryder nodded and watched her walk off to the house he established a while ago. Shaking his head he went back to the unfinished engine.

When they had arrived in Tokyo, he had very little to his name. But luckily the blonde man was an enigma to all the ladies in town. After seeing him carrying a baby all alone, they helped him settle in. And he couldn’t be more grateful with all the help they gave. He was able to get a job and spend time with his daughter. The longer they spent their time in Japan, the slowly he saw this little girl become like him.

He noticed how more questions arose as she grew, all about his hobby with fixing cars. So the man taught her everything he knew, and eventually she made friends that knew more than him. The two become much closer sharing their knowledge on the machinery. The man was happy that he had someone to share a passion with. He couldn't do that with his first born, and he didn’t wan’t to make the same mistake again.

The one thing Ryder was afraid of was Amara finding about the underground. He prayed and pleaded to the gods that she wouldn’t become one of those girls that sold their bodies for money. Of course part of his wish did not come true. Amara was a car fanatic at heart just like him. It was only time when she found the adrenaline blood cruising sport.

While at work he would hear the whispers of his co-workers about the events of the underground. He had heard the stories of how she became the Princess of the underground. Sure Amara didn’t know that he knew, and he liked the cluelessness of it. Relived that she hadn't become one of those girls that sold their bodies—but someone much more than that. A racer.

When Amara was told to finish school, she wasn’t going to flake out to be pulled back another year. For the past few nights, she had been finishing up all her late work. Even as the year had started, the blonde slacked and was reprimanded for her carelessness. Eventually she finished all the work that her professors expected from her. Hunching over her desk, the blonde scribbled on notebooks, loose sheets, and even typed away on her laptop. All to slowly not realize herself slumped over her desk passed out.

A few hours later, Ryder who was in the kitchen called out her name. After silence he called a couple more times only to get no response. The girl hadn't eaten her dinner, which he had ordered ages ago. Annoyed the man got up from the desk and walked up to her room.

"Amara—" he cut himself off when his eyes fell on the sleeping figure.

The blonde lay on her desk, pencil hanging off her fingers still. The man smiled softly and walked over and carried her to her bed. Pulling a blanket over her body and she shifted in her subconscious. Quietly he left the room, shutting the door softly. Letting the girl get her much-needed rest.

When morning came, the blonde was rudely awoken by her alarm. The sharp ringing of the bell causes Amara to groan and slam her hand on the alarm. Begrudgingly she got up rubbing her hands over her face. Hoping to get rid of some of her drowsiness. It only helped so much.

Getting up the girl picked up her uniform off the floor. Glad that before she had started all her work, she changed to more comfortable clothing. Changing into it, she walked over to her dresser to brush the tangles out of her hair. After a few strokes, she put it down and ran her finger through to make sure it was indeed smooth.

Walking out of her room, she headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth quickly. Finishing up in her room, she packed up all her work and shoved it in her shoulder bag. Slinging it over, then walking over to the kitchen. Picking up an apple. A drastic change to the breakfasts her father use to make.

"I'll see you later pops!" she called out hoping he heard her.

Not waiting for a response, she headed out the house towards the trains once more. As she jumped on she spotted her friend. Smiling she shoved through people who were unhappy as she did so.

"Twinkie!" she called out to the dark-skinned boy at the end of the train.

The boy smiled his dimples showing as he saw the familiar blonde, "Amara why weren't you at the races yesterday?” he asked worriedly as she was missing for a couple nights in a row. Depriving them all from their so called princess.

The girl gave him a laugh as he saw her face, "I'm fine, I was finishing up my work, but don't worry I'll be going today,” she finished poking his nose.

Twinkie nodded, "The oldest finally finished her work, about time," he muttered towards her.

Amara rolled her eyes and slapped the back of his head, "Shut up idiot," she told him with a groan. Still a little embarrassed about being the oldest in the school just because she didn’t do her work.

The two then silently waited for the train to arrive at school. Soon enough the two walk into the school not missing the looks they gave the blonde girl.

In Japan, there weren't many foreigners, not that she was one since she grew up in the country. But the fact that a blonde girl like her was even around was eye-catching. The students didn't know how a girl like her was hanging around a guy like Twinkie.

Amara had always been a nice girl, she didn't mind talking with others no matter where they came from. But being nice wasn't always best for her. Got her in trouble plenty of times before. Plus, she was nice until she wasn't. Her father made sure she knew how to take care of herself, and damn well he did it well. Having his daughter end up in the headmaster’s office with bloody knuckles.

Twinkie and Amara entered the school and waved a short goodbye, as they headed to their lockers. The blonde turned the dial on her locker, shoving books she had brought home. Making her bag lighter than it once was, sighing in relief. Shutting the door, she locked it once more and headed to her first class. Math— unfortunately.

"Amara, you weren't in the underground yesterday," Neela's soft voice said to her. As they removed their shoes and placed them in the cubbies, “Again,” she added having to listen

The blonde nodded, putting on the blue slippers, "I was finishing up my work," she told her friend as they walked into the classroom. Their seats were right beside one another.

As Neela settled into her seat, the blonde grabbed all her work and placed it on her professor's table, "I finished all my work, I hope it is to your standards," she told the woman dressed in bright pink. Bowing slightly she smiled at the woman.

The older woman pushed her glasses up her nose and bowed as well, "Amara I'm glad to see you still use your brains, good to have you back," she told her with a smile, making her eyes crinkle up.

The blonde nodded and sat by Neela in her seat. Taking out her notebook and writing down notes as the professor began teaching. It wasn't hard as she was being taught, but that was maybe because she understood the material. As her friends like telling her, she was just smart, she didn't even have to try with a lot of the things she wanted to learn. Her father liked to tell her she was naturally smart, but never used her skills. That included driving and cars themselves.

It had been the middle of class when most of the class noticed a new figure in the room. It was obvious he was new and foreign. His features were very western just like Amara’s.

The man paused and looked at the students, his eyes briefly on Amara, then moving to Neela beside her. He grinned at the sight of her, and Amara suspected the girl did too. If her intuition was right, this new western boy would bring trouble to Tokyo.

"Wrong train," he said to the woman, his voice having a western drawl to it. So not only was he western but American.

The woman walked over to him and grabbed his paper, "I'm new here," he told her hoping she would understand—the woman did not, and spoke to him in Japanese.

By the look on his face, he didn't understand what she was saying, especially once she bowed and saw his shoes. His face was riddled with confusion.

As the woman continued to repeat her words, he still couldn't understand her. Amara sighed and looked at him, "You're shoes," she told him motioning her slippers.

The boy looked at her and nodded, walking out of the classroom to change his shoes. Once he walked back in he made his way to the back of the classroom where they had seats open.

Neela and Amara looked at each other and giggled softly, turning their attention to the professor as she resumed her teaching. As the bell rang almost an hour later, the girls packed up their bags and left the American boy to find his way. Class after class, Amara wondered how he was settling in. She was sure the headmaster thought of asking if she could be his tour guide, but then remembered the type of girl the blonde was. Not that she blamed them, she had gotten into more fights in the school than most thought possible.

Finally, lunchtime rolled around, the blonde's favorite time of the day. Meeting up with Twinkie she grabbed her bowl of ramen, the only thing she loved to eat—that and jalapeño poppers.

"Hey look it's the new kid," she nudged him, spotting the American sitting alone. It was probably time she introduced herself to the American boy.

The two smiled at each other walking over and sitting on either side of the boy. Which seemed to confuse him as he watched the two on either side.

"Japanese food is like the Army," Twinkie began holding the boy's gaze.

Amara slurrping her noodles nodded, "Don't ask, don't tell," she added watching him look her over.

The American didn't say anything, instead, he just continued eating, wanting to be alone. But got company from a black boy and white girl who had been probably the hottest he'd ever seen. He didn’t know he would ever find such a person here.

"Name's Twinkle," he introduced, "Girl next to you, Amara," he said for her as she was preoccupied with her noddles.

Turning to his bag he continued to ramble, "Hey I noticed you ain't have a laptop," he began taking one out of his bag, causing Amara to roll her eyes.

The American nodded, "Yeah," he said agreeing to watch him open his bag offering a few of his pieces.

"I'll hook you up, half price," he offered him, a partial smile on his face as he had one in hand.

The American thought on it, "No thanks,” he eventually replied and shook his head, it was bad enough he was forced to go to school in a place where one he didn’t speak the language. Two didn’t know where anything was.

Amara snorted as she sipped on the soup, "Good choice, cowboy," she said nudging him.

Twinkie paused to glare at his friend who was ruining a sale, "60% off. Hmm? Since we're both army brats and everything," he tried to offer once more.

Taking a sip of his drink he looked at Twinkie, "I ain't got no cash man, and I ain't an army brat," he told the boy seriously looking back down at his food.

Twinkie nodded taking the answer, "Alright, Alright. How about a new cell phone huh?" he paused to take one out, "Everybody needs a cell phone."

The American put his drink down and turned to the blonde, "Does he ever give up?" He asked her his southern drawl making her smile.

She leaned over to him and whispered, "No, but he moves on after a while," she told him pointing her chop sticks at her friend.

He sighed and looked back at Twinkie, and glanced at Amara, "No offense, but I'm probably not gonna be here long enough to remember your name." He told the two.

Amara shook her head at the words, moving back to her noodles she ignored Twinkie's talk about shoes. She had a feeling that his words were very much a lie, and she was never wrong.

"You selling that Sparco steering wheel?" He suddenly asked, catching Amara's attention, oh this is good.

She looked at him and made an impressed face, "You knew what that was?" She asked curiously now turning her head towards him.

The American turned and furrowed his eyebrows, "Why wouldn't I?" he asked her, but now it was his turn to be surprised. Did she know what it was?

The blonde ignored his question, putting down her chopsticks she moved her hand to his arm. Turning his palm to face her, running her fingers over the callouses on them. Putting his arm down she smiled, "You're a mechanic?" she asked him a brow raised as her brown eyes met his.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "How'd you know?" he asked her curiously.

Twinkie laughed, "She would know. She and her pops work on cars all the time," he told him.

The brunette man looked at her and smiled, "Nice to know. What do you drive?"

Amara laughed and placed her hand on his shoulders, "Start with Twinkie first huh? His ride is one of a kind," she said smiling her voice low at mention of her friends’ car.

"One of a kind?" he asked the turned to Twinkie, "Show me."

Twinkie laughed, "Thought you weren't stickin' around?" he asked.

At that, the American shrugged, and so Twinkie nodded, "All right. You comin' right, Amara?"

With noddles in her mouth, she nodded, "I'll meet you at the garage," that she stood and looked at the boys, "Bye now," she waved and walked off clean off tray in hand.

The American boy watched the blonde walk off. Turning to Twinkie he had to ask, "Is she your girlfriend?"

Twinkie snorted, "God no, she's like a sister to me, but don't think about it."

The other boy snorted, “Wasn’t,” not even he knew if he meant that. The blonde was a nice sight on anyones eyes. Rosy lips and cheeks, and not to mention her adorable dimples that appeared with her every smile.

And just like that time flew and Amara rushed home to change to meet Twinkie and Sean she would later learn, at the garage.

Throwing her bag onto her bed, the girl rummaged through her closet to find the perfect outfit. Laughing when she did. Paying homage to her new cowboy friend. She found the most Texas outfit she could find. A red and white plaid miniskirt with a brown suede fringe belt. With a matching top of the same design. Slipping her feet into some cowgirl boots and a hat. She grabbed her keys and ran out of the house before her father could see her. Not needing to be yelled at for her outfit by the man.

Walking to her garage she spotted her beauty. Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 in a beautiful dark blue. She wasn't going to lie, it was one of her favorite cars she's ever driven. The fact that it had been a gift made it all the better, not the gift itself but who it was from.

Making her way towards Twinkie's house, it wasn't long as he didn't live far from her. Parking the car she noticed they were standing by the garage. Getting out of the car she walked over to stand beside Sean.

He looked at Amara briefly and smiled, but took a double look when he noticed what she was wearing, "Amara, what in God's name," he said breathing out his eyes glued to her skin on show.

The blonde laughed, twirling for him, "Just for you cowboy," she said winking at him causing him to blush.

Twinkie rolled his eyes at the two, every person that had met Amara, thought they had a chance. But none were ever good enough for the blonde, no one would ever be. Well, at least that’s what everyone thought.

The cars moved along as Sean guessed each one, but none were it. That was until, Amara nudged him, "That's his beauty."

A bright green Volkswagen Touran, with Hulk written all over it. The inside lined purple fur. Twinkie smiled at the sight of her. That was his prized possession. The very car he worked hard to cater to his likes.

"You coming with us?" Sean asked as he looked at the car, moving to open the back door for her.

The blonde shook her head and patted his shoulder, "Oh no, I'm driving mine," she said walking over to her parked Skyline in which Sean looked awe. He now understood why Twinkie told him not to think about it. There is no way in hell anyone can handle a woman who knew her shit.

Sean had gotten the chance to drive Twinkie's car, and as they got to their destination, he was nervous by the way Twinkie explained things. So new to everything about Japan and its whole underground car rules. Arriving he noticed all the girls in miniskirts and revealing clothing. Not far from what he had seen Amara wear, but somehow he knew they weren’t the same. Sean parked the car, and he and Twinkie made their way out.

The American glanced at all the cars displayed all down the line from his. Noticing all the different people working on them. He then heard her before he could see her. Amara’s Skyline that is, she was a beauty along side its driver.

His eyes watched as her blue beauty pulled up next to a guy leaning on his car as he ate chips. Noticing the older man have his eyes trained on the door, where Amara would step out from.

The blonde pushed open her door, placing her foot out and then the other. Careful to place a hand on her hat as she sat up, not wanting to knock the hat off.

"Ah and so she arrives, the girl of the hour," A voice speaks making her turn to him.

The girl smiles softly at the sight, walking over to him, not missing how his eyes wandered over her body, “And good to see the man of the hour, my dear old Han” she greeted getting closer. Making the girls around his arms scatter.

Finally standing before him, she stole some of his chips in hand. He never once took his eyes off her, “Who are you calling old?” He mumbled looking down at her lips where the piece of chip disappeared.

Amara laughed looking at the floor before moving her eyes to look at him through her lashes, “You of course,” she replied

He just smiled, "Always."

Beside him was Takashi or as everyone calls him DK, "Amara, who's the tourist?" he asked her, his eyes on the other side.

Amara turned to see Sean talking with Neela, something she hoped wouldn't happen. Especially how it would overcomplicate things.

Before Amara could answer Han spoke up, "What's with you and the schoolgirls, D? You're moving up in the world. You gotta elevate your company." he told him as he began to walk away not waiting for a response.

The blonde gave him a look, "And that makes me what, chopped liver?" she tells him as she pats his cheek softly. Using an expression she saw on some Western show a while ago.

Han just rolled his yes, and watched as the blonde walked towards their mutual friend Takashi. He just hoped he wouldn’t do anything rash. Rather than think about it, he just watched Amara’s blonde hair bounce as she walked ahead of him.

"Hey!" he heard him call out to Sean not before wrapping his arms around Neela.

"He was just leaving," Twinkie said separating the couple, being Sean who reluctantly moved away from Amara’s best friend.

Sean furrowed his eyebrows them when Takashi said some things in Japanese. The American only shrugged at the mention, "I'm sorry I don't speak Japanese," Sean told the man standing behind Neela.

Takashi only smirked and paused looking to his friends then he kissed Neela's cheek, "Understand that? Gaijin?"

Amara looked over at Takashi with a frown on her face. Gaijin was a term to call white foreigners, a disrespectful type of way. She heard others call her that a coupe times growing up. But thanks to her reckless nature into staring fights it quickly came to halt. That although didn’t mean she like to hear it being used for others.

Neela felt the need to intervene, "Takashi," she said trying to get him to stop, turning her head and giving him a look.

Then the big idiot Sean continued it, "We were just talking," he reassured her, his eyes them moving to the man holding Neela.

Amara stepped forward and pressed her hand on his chest, "Sean this isn't your scene," she tried to warn him looking at him seriously, “This will only get you into trouble you don’t want to start,” she added hoping that she would knock some sense into him.

Sean looked at the blonde momentarily, he saw the warning in her eyes, but he paid her no mind. He moved his hand to her hips, and physically removed her away from him. Eyes dead set on Takashi, "That word you called me, gaijin or something or other, what does that mean exactly?"

Amara rolled her eyes, this wasn't going to end well. It was hard enough to make yourself known in the underground. But picking a fight with Takashi and his girl wouldn’t help one bit.

"It means, turns around, and keep walking," he threatened him, lips pursed at the sight of the white man who continued to fight his word.

Twinkie in hopes to avoid a fight, "That's exactly what we gonna do. Come on, man, let's roll."

Tired of it Amara walked over to stand by Han who had seemly followed. She too leaned against the car. The left in comfortable silence as they listened to the argument unfold.

"Now, see, that's funny, 'cause I thought this was, like, a free country where a girl could talk to whoever she wants," Sean said turning back around to speak with Takashi.

"He's an idiot,” she hissed smacking her forehead with her palm, Han only chuckled beside her.

Lifting her head she watched as Takashi walked close to Sean, to the point where she thought they would kiss. Obviously not, but she found it funny that they were that close. So she let out an amused grin at the sight.

"You know who I am, boy?" Takashi asked with a smug smile on his face.

"Yeah, You're like the Justin Timberlake of Japan, right?" he asked him seriously.

Amara couldn’t take it, so she moved her head to side and buried it into Han’s shoulder, “This is getting embarrassing,” she whined into his jacket, feeling the rumbles of his silent chuckle.

Takashi just chuckled, not that it was funny, but he was ready to beat this bitch up. Neela tried pushing him back, telling him it's not worth it. Obviously, it wasn't working as Takashi was now riled up over some American boy. The only people who tend to do that.

Han who was beside Amara was smirking as he ate his chips, "You found yourself an interesting friend," he told her turning his head slightly, his breathing reaching her face on his shoulder.

Pulling her head from her hiding spot, she shook her head and looked a her friend, "Sean just leave," Amara called to him as she watched Neela try to calm him down.

Twinkie pushed him away from the two, "Damn, man. You know yakuza?" he tried to explain to him. "The Mafia? Look, sorry, DK-San. Monkey didn't have his banana today." he finished glaring at Sean, doing his best to keep him moving.

The blonde looked over at Han, "Do something," she told him, shoving him towards the commotion, “You always know what to do,” she mumbled eyes big in hopes of persuading.

The looked down at the very eyes that doomed him, "Anything for you," he said giving her a smile, then moved over to Takashi, "Hey, D, let's go. It's time to race."

With that, Takashi pulled back began walking away with his group. Not wanting to deal with the stupid American school boy.

For a second Amara let out a breath of relief that it would all be over. But Sean just had to open his mouth and made her groan out loud.

"Good luck, Timberlake," Sean called out before he could totally leave.

Amara saw Takashi make a complete 180 to walk to Sean. Eyes going wide, she rushed to step in front of Sean, placing her hands on his chest lightly pushing back, "Takashi don't do this, he's a complete idiot who's out of his league," she tried telling him, hoping he would listen to her words.

Takashi paused to look at the blonde, "He has to learn Amara, you know this," he replied and looked back at Sean, "you're the one who's lucky, 'cause I'm about to race."

"Then let's race," Sean replied as if it was nothing.

Takashi laughed and rightfully so, what would a foreigner like him know about racing? Nonetheless Tokyo racing. "With what, huh? Your skateboard? Easy to sound cocky when you got no ride," he finished.

"Take mine," Han said from behind throwing him his keys to his car.

"Let's race," he said finally. Turning around walking to his car, not before glaring at Han that is. The man just giving him a smile, as he popped a chip into his mouth.

The blonde couldn’t help but give Han a look, "You're kidding right?” She said walking in his direction.

He looked at her and shook his head, "No, I want to see what the kid's got," he told her.

"He's gonna wreck it," she told him sighing watching the American boy walk away from the empty scene.

He just threw another chip in his mouth, "You coming?"

She waved him off and watched him leave turning to Sean, "You're fucking insane Sean."

She pulled him into the elevator as Twinkie got in. The two natives of Japan already imaging the worst for their new friend. It wasn’t like they were afraid of Takashi. They were concerned for Sean's safety, especially with what he just got himself into. Sean knew nothing of Tokyo racing.

He suddenly asked the two, "Can he drive?” Turning to look at the duo on his either side.

Twinkie scoffed, "Can he drive?" he repeated sarcastically, "Do you know what DK stands for?"

"Donkey Kong?" he replied jokingly.

Amara slapped the back of his head, "No idiot, Drift King,” she hissed, and she gave a dark chuckle, “And I know damn well you won’t be the winning,” she mumbled more to herself.

He hissed and rubbed his head looking at her, "Drift? What do you mean drift?"

She cupped Sean's face with her hand and turned it to the elevator door. Just in time, the doors opened and two cars drifted seamlessly past them. The vehicles glided smoothly catching his attention. He was in deep shit now.

Twinkie smirked, "Still need a dictionary?"

Amara walked forward to Han's car, "Now Sean do you know the famous painting of the woman who smiles gracefully?"

He rose an eyebrow, "The Mona Lisa?" he answered.

"That's right cowboy, The Mona Lisa, well this is her," she began explaining, patting the car they stood by.

"Built from the ground up," Twinkie added, "We talking forged pistons, bigger turbo, new rods, new crankshaft."

"This is Han's labor, take care of her," Amara said leaning at the window with Twinkie.

Sean's eyes said it all, he looked over at her, "Well, if I needed a 30-second lesson on how to drift..." he trailed off.

Amara closed her eyes and sighed, "Sean, my god, Twinkie," she offered and walked off, patting the car before leaving.

Her eyes found Han and she shook her head, "You have too much trust, but today could be the worst one yet."

He rose an eyebrow, "What makes you say that?” He asks his hand brushing over her exposed skin on her hip.

She chuckled wrapping her hands around his neck leaning closer, "Oh, baby you'll see," she chuckled and kissed his cheek softly. Then pulled away to sit beside him.

There was a saying that some people were born to dance, and it’s true. Another was that people knew how to drive. Takashi was a perfect example of the saying. Ever since he was a child, he was known to be the Yakuza child. Heir to his father’s grand plan and kingdom. But somehow he managed to find interest in a little something more. Racing. Being the son of a powerful man, meant nothing for racing.

Takashi had just this natural aura about driving, he was perfect. His car a crystalline extension of himself. Angry rumbles that echoed, efficient in terrifying everyone. He never missed.

Whileon the other hand of the wheel was Sean. A teenage boy that was way in over his head. He claims to be a fanatic about cars, but she could see he had a lot to learn. She pitied him, but there wasn't anything that could done, but watch him destroy the car. A beautiful car to top it off.

The two lined up next each other, revving engines in hopes of intimidation. Sean had a goofy little smile on his face, but boy would it be fast to fall. When the screams of go echoed.

The screeching of Sean’s car was off. Mistake, to at least any racer, the first thing they did was cringe. He started off to fast to make that sharp of a turn. She just sighed when she watched the car slam onto the wall.

Amara looked over at Han with an "I told you," face. He didn't say anything but continued to look forward. As they had rounded the corner, everyone rushed to the stairs to make sure they didn't miss anything.

Getting up from the car they had been leaning on, she turned and offered her hand. The man looked at it and reluctantly took it. The two hand-in-hand walked to elevators which were unoccupied.

As they stepped into the elevator the screeches and crashes could echo around. Han turned to the blonde, "You know that was you at one point."

She faced him and rolled her eyes, "Not that bad," she told him cocking her head to the side.

He laughed softly, "I suppose so," he added moving closer to the girl in front of him.

It had been known that Han fooled around with whomever he wanted. But oddly there were no girls out there to tell the stories of that. The rumor that flew was that he was going out with Amara. The American girl who grew up in Japan and became the princess of the underground. The very girl that Han had taught to drift. That's when the rumors began, because of how close they had been. But the dating rumors didn't really start until news broke out that he had gifted her a car.

He moved his hands to brush over her exposed skin, making her shiver. It wasn’t any cold by any means, but the effect of his touch made her wonder. In return she moved her hands around his neck once more.

"You look pretty tonight, princess," he said moving his face down to hers. Tipping her hat back so he could see her pretty eyes.

She smiled, "Only for you," she replied and closed the gap between them. Their lips touch and move against each other. He moved his teeth to softly bite her bottom lip, letting her open her mouth. Their tongues now brushing against each other.

Amara moved her hands up to his hair, pushing his face deeper into hers. Making a simple kiss turned into a full-blown-out make-out session. As he gripped her hips she groaned into his mouth. Slowly the two pulled apart, strings of saliva stretching as they did.

"I missed that yesterday," he said to her, eyes moving to look at her face. Every little part of it. Especially the dimples a grew on her cheeks as she smile up at him.

Amara laughed moving her hands to his chest down to his pockets, “And I miss every time," she told him grabbing a bag of chocolate pandas cookies. Opening it as the elevators opened.

He watched her put some in her mouth and noticed they were gone from his pocket, "Hey, princess those are mine," he called her as she walked away from him.

As expected Takashi arrived first at the top, unscathed as usual. It wasn't moments later that Sean arrived with a scrap of a car. Bumper hanging off, headlights exploded, fenders missing, dents everywhere. Everyone was either gasping or laughing at the state of the car.

Amara looked at Han, "Definitely not me," she said patting his chest, whilst giving him his snack back. He watched as the blonde left with Twinkie not far from her.

It had been a disaster, of course, the race. She warned him and yet the boy didn't listen. Of course, it wouldn't be her paying for the damages. It would be Sean somehow. She knew Han would make him work for it.

Parking her Skyline she locked it up and headed straight to her room. Quickly changing into something comfortable. Then a knock followed on her door.

"Yeah?" she called out, watching as the door opened to see her father at the door.

He smiled, "You took the Skyline, so I figure you were out?"

The girl nodded, "It was a mess pops, a new kid tried to race today, didn't end too well for him." she started, "And we tried to warn him not to."

The man shrugged, "Well maybe this will be his beginning to it, he'll learn," he tried to offer.

Ryder had known that eventually, his daughter would find the racing world of Tokyo. But he didn't want her falling into the wrong hands, so he told her about it. Making sure she knew what she was doing. From the looks of it, she's doing alright for herself.

"How's Han?" he suddenly asked.

The girl waved him off, "He's fine—" she stopped dead in her tracks and looked up at her father, "Pops how did you know?"

Ryder laughed, "I didn't, but I do now," he said, "Good night, kid."

As he closed the door, Amara threw herself onto her pillow and screamed. All of it coming muffled. The one thing she was hoping to keep, just spilled like running water. A secret she and Han tried hard to keep.

The following day at school was interesting. Sean would receive looks from everyone. He spotted the familiar blonde and walked over to her, opening his mouth to say something.

She lifted her hand, "Not right now Sean," she told him and patted his shoulder. Most of the day went alike, everyone whispering about Sean's race. The worst one to date.

Amara stayed with Neela for most of the day, not wanting to rile up people if she was seen with Sean. The final bell rang and everyone headed out.

The blonde made sure she had everything in her bag, then looked out to see a car. Sticking out like a sore thumb. Along with its owner.

"I know you're not here for me since you never pick me up," she said to him as she walked closer to Han. Crossing her arms as he smiled while leaning on the car.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" he asked the side of his lip lifting to her a half-smile, "I wouldn't mind," he added lifting his hand to brush her hair behind her ear.

Amara scoffed lightly, “No, don’t need more attention drawn to myself,” she paused to look at his car, “especially, with the choice of transportation you’d bring,” she said motioning to the bright orange Mazda, “But I’m assuming you’re here to Starting to torture Sean?"

"I gotta get paid," he told her with a shrugs, removing his hand from her cheek. She bit her lip at his statement. Amara didn’t know why but his aloofness to everything made him attractive

She nodded and closed the gap between them, kissing the corner of his lips, "I'll see you later," she said and patted his chest.

"Alright, princess," he replied and watched her walk towards the trains, a smile subtly on his lips.

Sean noticed their interaction and looked confused. He’d have to ask about that later, but rather than think about Amara and Han, he made his way over to the man.

"Get in," was all Han said motioning the car.

Sean paused and sighed, "I'll get you your money,” he said solemnly knowing he definitely fucked up.

Standing he gave him an amused look, "Why are you talking like you have a choice?" Han said getting in the car. After Sean was in the car, he drove off the school gates.

While in the car he was curious, he had to know, "You and Amara," he began catching a glance from Han, "are you two a thing"

Han smiled, “Why are you interested?" he asked glancing at him for a moment.

Sean paled at the question, “Uh, N-no, I mean she’s hot—I mean pretty, but if you’re with her I’m not thinking about her like that,” he rambled and blushed looking away from Han not wanting to dig himself in a bigger hole.

Han just chuckled at Sean’s nervousness, “Calm yourself, nothing serious,” he replied not answering his question to begin with.

The rest of the drive was quiet until they arrived at their destination, "There's a guy in there with a paw that owes me some money," Han explained to Sean.

"A paw?" Sean asked very much confused.

Han looked at the bathhouse, "Go get me my money.”

While, Sean struggled his way into the bath house, on the very other side of town were two girls. Neela and Amara, shopping around as they usually do during their downtime. The two laughed at their inside jokes, all while pointing at cute items in shops. It wasn’t rare to see the two out and about, everyone knew the two at this point. Plus spending money on clothes was one of Amara's favorite past times. Especially when it wasn’t her money to spend.

Amara then paused and looked at her friend, “Now, please tell me I’m not crazy,” with a smirk she continued, “You like Sean or just a bit interested, right?” Amara asked as they walked the streets of the busy lit-up streets.

The brunette looked down and sighed, “I am, but you know I can't leave Takashi, he won't let me leave.”

Amara wrapped an arm around her friend, "I know,” she replied sighing and looked up at the dark sky, “But I have a feeling something good is going to happen for you,”

Neela rolled her eyes, “While on the topic of boyfriends, when did you and Han start?” She asked a smirk now gracing her face.

The blonde blushed and looked away, “It hasn’t been long…” she trailed off, “We didn’t want anyone knowing, but I guess with how long it’s gone,” she paused to look at her friend, “It’s about time.”

Her friend laughed at the thought, “Oh its about time alright, I never missed your little doe eyes at him,” she teased, already knowing. Everyone else might hear the rumors, but she knew the minute the blonde had Han trailing behind her with a stupid smile only looking at her.

As they continued to walk the girls talked about no sense that took them away from Tokyo for a little while.

"By the way, I love your outfit," Neela motioned to her cropped pink velvet jack covered with hearts, along with some low-waisted straight fit jeans with a bedazzle cherry on the butt, and to finish off her pink converse peaking out at the bottom.

Amara gave her a twirl, "Awe thank you, but look you over here," she motioned to her feather jacket. As the two arrived at their destination they noticed Sean at the payphone.

"Here comes your second boyfriend," Amara whisperers to her friend. The girl shoving Amara at her words, making the blonde giggle.

The boy looks at the two, "Hi Amara," he drawls greeting her, eyes trailing over her bright pink clothes.

"Sean," she returns with a wiggle of her fingers and leaves the two alone. Smiling as she walked away noticing Han’s car. Placing her bags on the hood, she sits and leans back on it. Staring mindlessly at the neon lights, and people living about on the streets.

Amara didn’t even notice when the sliding doors opened, revealing Han. His eyes darting to Sean talking to Neela, then to his car where he paused. His darling girl sat looking all pretty.

"Not that I don't mind the sudden visit, but what are you doing here?" he asked as she stood from the car to greet him.

She smiled and rose a brow at the sight of him,"Hi Han," she answered instead.

The man got closer his hand reaching for hers, lifting it to his mouth he placed a kiss on it, "Hi princess."

She smiled at the affection, "You do realize we're in public," she told him, not wanting to ruin something they've hidden well for months, even if it has slowly been falling apart.

"Yeah, I don't care about it anymore," he said pulling on the hand was holding. Pulling Amara into his chest, "It's about time everyone knows I'm the only one that can do this."

With that he leaned down to kiss the lady in his arms, feeling her cheeks heat up at the action. Making him smirk into the kiss. Now, he had everything he could ever want in Tokyo. The blonde being the fitting puzzle piece. For a few minutes the two continued locking lips, tongues and teeth clashing. Before pulling apart, he looked down at her lips, loving the sighed of them being slightly bruised all from him.

As the two separated a little more, his eyes trailed over to Sean who was speaking—more arguing from the looks. The brunette walking away from the teen boy.

"I'll call you," Neela said looking towards Amara who nodded and gave her a smile. The three of them watched as the girl walked in.

Han then turned and looked over at Amara, "You coming?" he asked her, hand now lingering on her hip.

Amara broke her trance from Neela and looked back at Han, “I wouldn't decline such an offer," she said smiling looking up at him, lifting to her toes to peck his lips once more.

Sean walked up to the couple, "So you are together?" he asked them, watching the two after their kiss.

Amara crossed her arms, “Why interested?" she asked him seriously a brown raised.

Causing Sean to pause and look over at Han who had an amused smile on his face, “Shut up Amara,” he said rolling his eyes, “those two were made for each other,” he then mumbled crossing his arms.

Han rolled his eyes as he grabbed her bags and placed them in the trunk.

"Wait she's coming with us?" Sean asked as he watched him put the bags away, "It's a two-seater.”

Amara grinned at his statement, “Sure is cow-boy,” following to sit on Han’s lap, legs settling between his.

Sean nodded and made an approving face, closing the door for them. This time hopping in the driver’s seat. His face cringing as he climbed in watching the two make out for a few seconds.

Trying to break the smacking noises, ”Is everything okay back there?" Sean asked Han.

Pulling away from Amara who just brushed her hand through his hair, “I can handle DK," Han replied easily looking towards the teenage boy.

Amara snorted, "Everyone can," she added head leaned onto Han's shoulder, conturing to run her hands through his hair.

Sean rose an eyebrow, "You know about this life?” He was surprised to know that Amara knew what was going on. He wondered if she was in the same situation as Neela who was forced to be into a relationship with Han. It wasn’t that he was bad, but he just hoped he was wrong.

The blonde rolled her eyes, "I grew up here Sean, I knew about it before Han here even arrived," she told him, easing his nervous about the whole forced relationship theory.

Han smiled nodding, "It was, princess here who led me into the business," he finished as slowly slid his hand up and down her thigh.

"But DK he's Yakuza," Sean said carefully, not wanting to see his new friend in trouble with the guy that out showed him days ago.

The couple chuckled, "Wanna be Yakuza," Amara said.

"His uncle's Yakuza, he's just playing gangster in his little storage room. But I need him. He keeps his uncle Yamata from poking in too much." He explained.

Amara played with the ends of his hair by his neck, "Which will get you in trouble once he finds out," she warned him not wanting to see another of the people she cares about in that situation.

Han looked at his girl and squeezed her waist reassuringly, "I'll be okay,” this did not calm her worrying, but settled her nerves for the mean time.

Sean was still confused, "What do you mean?"

Han sighed, "Well, his uncle gets a piece of the action from everyone on his turf. We're on his turf." He told him, "And fifty percent of something is better than a hundred percent of nothing," finishing his tale.

"So you raced DK?" The American asked a smirk on his face.

Han made a face that signaled he hasn't. Making Amara chuckle continuing to play with his hair in reach.

"Why not? Is he that good?" Sean asked in disbelief not wanting it to be true.

"What's the point of a race?" Han asks Sean not seeing the teenagers need to be the winner.

Sean paused and smirked, "To see if I'm better than the other guy," he mockingly replied, of course he would think that.

Amara rolled her eyes, "Wrong, Sean. You shouldn't race just to see who's faster. You race for something important."

Sean furrowed his eyebrows, "Sounds like you had to race for something important," he told her.

She nodded, "Yeah my car and freedom,” she told him.

"The skyline?"

Amara laughed, "No, actually this one," she told him motioning the car he was currently driving.

Sean's face was priceless, "Is that true?" He asked Han who had a proud look on his face.

He nodded, "She won the race and the car, but it wasn't the one she wanted so she gifted it to me."

"And in return, he gave you the Skyline?" Sean asked his female friend.

She shook her head, "No," she answered simply with a blush lightly on her face. Remembering when Han had given her the prized possession of hers.

Han chuckled at her not wanting to explain, "She got the Skyline because she wanted it," he told Sean, “and I give my girl anything she wants.”

Amara smirked, "No, it's because you're obsessed with me," she told him with a smile.

Sean laughed at her words but didn't say anything. With the way, Amara knew her way around cars, the way she looked, and spoke. He wasn't at all surprised Han had taken a liking to her. The more he thought about it, the more he knew he would’ve sailed that ship if Han hadn’t already.

If it hadn't been Neela that he had taken a liking to. It would be Han that he would have problems with. The blonde girl was attractive and smart. The best part—she knew how to race.

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