#KAWASAKI DRIFT

[seymourmusicclub]

BAD HOP - Kawasaki Drift / THE FIRST TAKE

[saytrrose]

Can we see More about your racing AU please?

Looks so amazing and i love It so much

I do suppose I could share the character design line up!

I really just need to finish designing all the go karts, (atleast most are done!) and then I can make proper cards for them and really get into the written details.

To be honest it’s a little hard to just ramble about info and details without specific questions to go off of, so I’ll try my best hhh

for starters, the tent? Not a tent!

It’s actually a stadium, the amazing digital race!

And rooms? Sort of tweaked, they are more like each character owns a personal garage, a large open space where they store their vehicles and then have a loft above that showcases their cozy safe havens. Bed, entertainment, basically a small room in a much larger one.

I haven’t revealed Ragatha, Zooble or Gangles karts yet but I’ll go ahead and just talk about all of them!

Caine:

Caine has a motorcycle, specifically one inspired off of the motorcycle I’m saving up for this summer, a Kawasaki Eliminator. It’s a cruiser, I’m thinking he has a 600cc model but considering Bubble is his right hand man and operates as the races pit crew- he’s definitely tinkered with Caines bike, making adjustments and improving the engine. God only knows what the little psycho did, but it’s a damn good bike that’s not supposed to rev as loud as it does.

Pomni:

Her kart is inspired off a Volkswagen Beetle, seemed very VERY Pomni to me. Her car mimics her outfit design a lot, I might do some color changes to be honest but it will be super minimal, it’ll be final when the cards are done! She definitely stops at the pit the most often despite her placement in a race, are my tires okay?? Do I need my oil?? I know you just filled it but it went down- is anything damaged?? Sweetie you did one lap..

Jax:

Jesus Christ he has a giant supercharger on the hood of his car, and he is absolutely one of those annoying mfs that reva their engine OBNOXIOUSLY loud all the time like he’s super cool. If you’re wondering who most of the skid marks on the track are from, that’s also Jax. Hes the best as drifting, and he loves to show that off. His car isn’t based too much on an actual vehicle?? I stared at Mario karts and pieced it together, but also gave it a very sports car look, the wing on the back fr fr I think Jax would dig that.

Kinger:

OHHSOSK I was so creative with his little wagon,,, it’s castle shaped!! And the best part? Operates like a rocket. In the back past the battlement (the crown looking thing you see atop castle pillars) ARE GIANT exhaust pipes and yes, they do spit fire !! Operates like a rocket. It’s very cool! (Also he has a great muffler because unlike Jax he’s considerate of others hearing 💔) Oh also, he has one of those silly horns, I forgot how to describe it but you can just look at how I drew it on his kart and you’ll know heheh!

Zooble:

Our second motorcyclist, owns a trike! If you don’t know what that is, picture a bike with training wheels but super badass. 3 wheels! It’s inspired off the Harley Davidson freewheeler, I like that design a lot but it’s def not actually a Harley because istg when you buy those bikes your just paying for the fancy name brand- expect it to be in the shop all the time, smh not good- BUT ANYWAY!! The looks are inspired off it though and I can’t wait for this one because it’s just as crazy kooky as Zoobles design is.

Gangle:

Her kart is based on my favorite car, classic style but not too cool because you can bet she has anime stickers on the back and a decal that says “please let me merge before I start crying.” It’s similar to a karmann ghia convertible, 1963. Cherry red (so so pretty) She always has the top down, unless competing because damn you gotta go fast. That car itself is really slow, top speed normally is 68mph, however people have modified them enough to get up to 120mph. Thats still pretty slow compared to others, but her kart only reflects the appearance of the ghia! It’s much faster and I assume Bubble works on all their vehicles if asked to.

Lastly, Ragatha:

Our 3rd motorcyclist. 4 Karts, 3 cyclists. Her bike is a futuristic style, if you want a good idea then look up “icare bike”! Not so much a straight forward posture, she leans over ofc, you’ll likely get the idea when you see her bike. I’ll be honest, I haven’t gotten too into her design yet because I haven’t started drawing but!! Dark blue leds,, everywhere yes yes so cool ❤️

Sorry that’s so much 😭 but yeah! Just need to finish 3 kart designs for you guys and I can make official ref cards 👀

[penrose-quinn]

Lost Generation

A breeze whistled between your footsteps, ambling in a slow, thoughtless pace that had him thinking both of you had all the time in the world, even if the road ahead was just another meandering path to a farewell. “You'd stay in Black Dragons for a long time, right?”

pairings: benkei | keizo arashi/reader ❁ background (oblivious) shinichiro sano/reader 

content tags: companion piece prequel to green light and spin-off to couldn't tell. first gen black dragons ultraviolence era. gender neutral reader. summer coming-of-age ft. gangs. lots of bromance and bickering. mostly friendship. growing up together and growing apart. beach trip. preemptive grief.  tw: violence (and glorification of violence), shady gang behavior, underage drinking and smoking, and minors getting tattoos. there's a weird age gap scene with college-aged women showing interest in someone younger, nothing sexual happens but still. everyone is 17-18 here.

a/n: like my waka fic, this is mostly platonic!first gen black dragons x reader but more benkei and bromance and beaches. also no one man-crushes harder than benkei lol. btw it's not necessary to read my other installments for this and lots of flashbacks interspersed in the plot!

couldn't tell ❁ green light ❁ read on ao3

From the highway to Chiba, it’s like all of you parted the sea on your motorcycles.

Benkei smelled salt everywhere. There was no end to the ocean that surrounded the road ahead, the industrial plants no more but distant daydreams back in Kawasaki, and then he realized he hadn’t been exposed to open water like this, swore to have never ridden a ferry in his life. 

His heart was too landlocked in the city to care, but this was all Shin’s idea.

Said he wanted to go to a real beach, all white sand shores, shaved ice, and hot babes.  

The journey was still more than an hour-long drive, and Benkei would love nothing more than to throw himself underwater right now. Takeomi wouldn’t stop ranting about the heat and truck traffic. Ignoring his tirade, Wakasa was tanner for baking under the sun. You’re almost caught speeding for badly needing a restroom break, which Shinichiro had to prevent along the way to Umihotaru.

The pitstop was short but unhurried. Takeomi was still at the register while Benkei and Shinichiro soaked up the frosty air of beverage coolers until the store manager told them off. Chewing gum, Wakasa waited with you outside the convenience store. Your gaze was elsewhere, drifting in the waves, and the trance went on upon arriving at Onjuku Beach, crowded in the summertime. 

Benkei never got to know what was on your mind, riveted by a statue of two camel riders from a distance.

A water bottle was tapped on his arm, and after he exchanged his thanks, you asked him, “where do you think they’re going?”

“Who knows? The sea maybe,” he replied, uncapping the bottle for a drink and dumping the rest on his face, dribbling cold water all over his collar. 

“There are showers here, you know.” Your lips quirked up amusedly, and then you pointed at the shoreline crested over with blue, radiant waves. “Or you can go over there.”

“Got excited.” Benkei grinned, finally shrugging off his open shirt and balling it up to wipe himself. The tattoos on his chest and arms flexed from the motion and it caught the curious eye of a child, building sandcastles. She wasn't old enough to turn them into a wall yet. “Aren’t you gonna swim too?”

“Maybe later. No one’s guarding our stuff,” you said, jerking your head at the beach blanket pile-dumped with bags, a haphazard mess. There's a sweaty t-shirt, a tube squirting a bit of sunscreen on the cloth, and some mixed garbage of snack wrappers and half-empty bottled drinks shoved inside a plastic bag.

Benkei cringed, about to comment, until he got a good look at you. Traded for your glasses was a pair of shades from the bargain bin, making you look like a poser, though with the way you quietly huddled and sat on the blanket, arms tucked to your chest, the obnoxious air dispelled. He joined you, ducking under the umbrella; yellow and blue pinstripes, like the ones rented by couples entwined under the shade. You scooted over to give him more room, your elbows brushing each other. 

“Where are the others anyway?” 

“Waka went somewhere, I don't know. Shin dragged Takeomi to, well,” a long, expectant sigh, “girls.”

You snorted. “It is a beach. Sure they’re trying to get their dicks wet too.”

Benkei laughed. You never withheld yourself for those two. Perhaps it came from knowing them since childhood. 

“Hey, what are the odds? Maybe our weak king might have a chance this time.”

“Or come here crying, same old.” You already sound done though there's a sort of rough affection grating through your words, “Shin's a baby like that.”

“A baby?” Some crybaby who had Tokyo in the palm of his hand. Someone who Benkei had sworn to follow for the rest of his life.

“Yup. So how well do you take rejections?”

“Pretty bad. I’ll cry too if I had to lose someone that way. You?” 

You mulled over it for a bit. “I don't know. I haven't confessed to anyone before.”

“Me neither.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Probably would’ve scared ‘em off before I could try.”

“You don't know that yet,” you refuted. “But I think you’ll fall for someone who's brave enough to let you try.”

His lips curled up at that. His vice-captain told him something similar after gaining the love of his now girlfriend, lucky bastard. “You know me that well?”

“Sure I do,” you said cheekily before tilting your head on one side, humming in thought. “At least I know it’d hurt a lot to lose someone like that . . .” 

Benkei was unable to add more because it's just as you put it. He didn't mind listening to you most of the time. There's something revealing about your input that he hadn't taken into consideration himself.

Wakasa would've labeled him a blockhead unlike Takeomi who'd been wise enough to not slip aloud that Benkei wasn't the smartest in their group. It's not the reason why he’d been expelled from his first middle school and he didn't see it as a point of shame if he could smite some sense into anyone who thought otherwise. 

Benkei just fancied himself a big picture kind of guy, preferring to focus on the broader strokes of something, but maybe that's why he valued your tangents. He wondered if wearing fake glasses helped with your attention to detail, even though he couldn't take you seriously in them. 

You pushed up your shades and he sighed. Or in any tacky eyewear you own, really.

“You should talk to some girls,” you prompted suddenly, making him let out a huff, c’mon man, and you shrugged. “Or go surfing then. It's better than cooping yourself here with me.”

“Now you sound like you want me to go away.”

“Never. Just meant you should enjoy the beach while you can.”

“I enjoy being with you.” 

A meek, baffled pause. He’d always caught you off guard with big statements like that, wondering if people say that enough to you other than Shinichiro. 

You recovered with a simper. “Me too,” still awkward after reciprocating, you changed the subject, “it’d be so nice to swim . . .”

In an attempt to cool off, you're tugging the collar of your t-shirt to fan yourself but it's futile when sweat had already curled on the hairs from the nape of your neck. You hadn't changed into any swimwear yet, and then a more intrusive thought caught up to him. 

“Yeah, we should go together.”

“Sure . . .” this time, you removed the stupid shades, your eyes sincere as they met his. “But just so you know, I won't be mad at you if you went ahead of me.” 

Blinking, Benkei felt a bit misled by that, and before he could insist on waiting for you, you beat him to it. 

“I’ll definitely follow after you till someone takes my place,” you reassured him, gazing back at the sea. “One of us has to stay behind.”

True to your word, you did catch up to him. Wakasa tailed after you from the shore, calf-deep into water.

"What are the two of you doing?" asked Benkei, wading towards you. The sun prickled his damp neck.

"Jellyfish hunting," you stated. "Waka agreed that if he gets stung by one, I get to piss on him. Or the other way around, whoever gets stung first."

When Benkei gawked at you, you offered with a straight face, "wanna join in too?" 

Bemused and wide-eyed, Benkei turned his gaze to Wakasa. 

"So you're that kind of guy." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

Wakasa wasn't really into the kinky stuff. Though for all his standoffishness, he was a lot smoother than what Benkei gave him credit for persuading you to come out here when the bastard had been better at ignoring a person as if they never existed. Or destroying them. 

It's more amusing to see him sweat for something – someone adamant as you – which granted Benkei so many chances to sneak in not-so-subtle jabs at him in moments like this. Moments where everyone's dumb and careless and in love with their youth. 

"I think I saw—fuck!" 

You slipped, about to fall into water, until Benkei grasped the back of your collar and Wakasa caught you by the wrist. All of your shorts were wet from the splashing. 

Your shades fell in an awkward drop and you craned your head up at them with a grateful grin, murmuring, “uh, just seaweed . . .”

This didn't deter you in your search. In fact, it made you more motivated. Benkei didn't tell you that there weren't any jellyfish in Onjuku Beach, so did Wakasa. They agreed that your efforts were sort of endearing. 

Benkei asked Wakasa if he'd let you piss on him. He didn't answer for awhile until he settled for a shrug.

Sparing him a retort, Benkei didn't repress a chuckle.

Benkei met you when he hurtled himself headfirst into a fight that wasn't his. 

It was yours. Though it just didn't sit well with him that those Kodo Rengo pricks had the gall to step into their territory so the enemy of my enemy was my friend and he went along with that logic when he abruptly joined in with the impact of a boulder. 

You didn't seem like you were a part of any gang at all. Just a random middle schooler but a target regardless. Not an easy one, that's for sure. You fought like you'd been at it for years, all blood and grit. 

You were strong and Ragnarok happened to be in search of that kind of strength so he figured he should recruit you first before someone else did. 

The thing was you weren't just a target when you earned quite a reputation, tied to your older brother who was the leader of a gang that ruled Kanto with an iron-fist from some glorious past. His seniors never shut up about it, him and them being a part of something that used to make them invincible.

Someone who you despised and even with the proposition of taking him down after he’s released from his jail sentence, you'd still decline his offer, not giving it much thought. "I'm sort of helping out my friend. Said something about making a gang."

“Ah, so you're already in his gang . . .”

“No, he just always gets into a lot of trouble! If I’m not there, who’s gonna protect him?”

“Protect, huh.”

But that meant he'd have to fight you too one of these days. You didn't tense over his reply, neither a threat nor an insult. 

Behind those glasses, there's an edge to your eyes. Your brother's eyes, but they weren't cold and wretched.

Benkei couldn’t recall the last time anyone had insistently called him Arashi-san or had bought him a steamed meat bun out of politeness, even though he’d known for years that polite people would rather not hold his gaze, passing over him in an attempt to shun what didn’t fit in the mold of what defined their monotonous, undisturbed lives.

Regardless, he’s not one to refuse free food and taking another bite of his meat bun, he looked at you closely. 

You were terrifying but you seemed sort of nice. In an uptight way. 

So Benkei suggested that you and your friend should just join his gang and you blinked at him before wheezing out a short, honest laugh, claiming that he had already set out his dream. 

Learning he never equaled you in a fight, it only registered to Benkei that he's a weak guy because strength dictated everything in this brutal side of life. Strength like yours and his. When Benkei asked how he was going to lead a gang, you stood against the brilliant glare of the evening and he thought he saw a glimpse of it. 

You smoldered in those colors, one he likened to glory. There was promise in your words. 

"You'll see," you said, staring back at him from your shoulder with a smile. "You probably haven't met anyone like him."

The red sun fell on the name from your lips.

Sano Shinichiro.

There’s no history behind his name like yours and it intrigued him so much that he agreed to meet him so that he could beat him up in a fair fistfight, bringing up that whoever's the victor would have you in his gang. 

Benkei didn’t lose but the favor went to Shinichiro just because he was the most interesting guy he'd ever met. 

He had never met a man who won from his losses. How could one be so triumphant and pathetic at the same time, Benkei didn't know. Though he understood what you meant when you stood by him. 

Shinichiro held the things closest to him sacredly and once he called you his friend, he wouldn’t give you up for anything. Benkei didn’t complicate himself to define what kind of relationship you had. All he had to know was how he fought for you against him, against rival gangs, and even against your brother. 

Everyone held him in reverence for being a pillar of the delinquent world. Except for you.

Your gaze for him was more familiar, softer, though unlike Takeomi, you disagreed with him in too many instances about his reckless lifestyle and the proposal as one of his captains. Shinichiro would come back to you a second time, third, fourth, perhaps more as to measure the desire to have you join them officially. They were convinced he'd be on his knees if this went on though he held up strong in a battle of fortitude. 

Both of you, however, just happened to have the thickest skulls when you butt heads over each other's stubbornness.

"Of course, you're going to be a part of the Black Dragons. Hell, you're even a founding member!"

"You already got what you want! I don't see why you still have to drag me in your gang too."

"I thought we'd do this together? Why not go all the way when you could be my—"

"Should we break them up?"

Wakasa was the one who suggested it after mentioning that you looked like you're about to duke it out. Sensing the escalating tension too, Benkei was about to step in until Takeomi shook his head, cigarette in his hand.

He assured them that you wouldn't hit him for something like that. Another drag of smoke and a sigh. 

"Just give 'em time."

Everyone split on a big bowl of mango shaved ice. 

Two of you were against red beans mixed in at the suggestion of matcha flavor. It wasn't as fun when the syrup couldn't stain your tongues, but it was refreshingly cold and milky sweet when swimming had failed you under the afternoon scorch of 2 p.m.

Prioritizing dessert didn't ruin your appetites for chatter over lunch: comparing sunburns, college girls in bikinis that were way out of everyone's league, and then a callout about Takeomi having his hair tied back into a bun because it actually drew attention. The scar gave him an edge and inflated his vanity. Some more waffling about what women were into, even though no one probably knew what they're talking about. 

You found it weird because they're older than the rest of you and Takeomi brought up that you weren't when you had that dragon tattoo. 

“It's not for showing off to have a hookup.”

“Then what’s the tattoo about anyway?” asked Wakasa and his sudden interest had you flustered.

“Yeah, tell us about that.” Benkei smirked with him, cornering you into a hot seat.

“Bet you cried like a pussy when you had it,” retorted Takeomi.

“Bet you are a pussy when you don’t even have one.”

“Hey, you little—"

“Anyway,” Shinichiro cut in, clearing his throat. He plucked a piece of karaage dipped in mayo from your plate because he's the last one waiting for his food and it’d already been thirty minutes. He was nibbling on Benkei’s fries awhile ago. All of you agreed to feed him out of pity. “Why do you have one?”

“You already know!” you hollered, bumping your fist on the table from the betrayal.

“Huh? Don’t remember,” he feigned obliviousness. “I wasn’t with you when you had it done.”

“You’re still sulking about that?”

“Whatever. C’mon, just tell us—” 

“Number 105!”

“Finally.” Shinichiro stood up, taking his stub with him before shooting back at everyone, “you better not start anything without me!”

He headed to the popular food stall that had the longest line in the area. Probably was the reason why he was in the mood for grilled eel.

“So how long did you have it?” went on Wakasa, casually chewing on a yakitori stick like a toothpick.

“Hm, it’s been four weeks, I think? It isn’t that sensitive anymore.”

“That’s fine. It’s the same for me when I had mine the first time,” Benkei chimed in.

“It's a hassle to cover up in school, though.” 

“Aren’t you committing yourself more to the gang?” 

Takeomi interrupted, scrutinizing you under his hard stare. You returned it with an unblinking one.

“Nah, I’m just attached.” You shrugged before leaning back on your palms, smiling a little. “Figured it was kinda obvious.”

On the day Benkei brought you to the tattoo parlor, he thought the dragon was botched when it's facing the wrong direction. 

He’d been more indignant about it than you were, not even realizing his voice raised in complaint, until you touched his wrist and censured him for being too loud, apologizing to the frightened artist for the trouble and paying for his service.

He was a new hire, a nervous wreck of face piercings, from somewhere. The tattooing business was still the underground kind and getting hold of an artist often came through word of mouth, shunned for the craft as much as the one whose skin had been inked. It always ran deeper for Benkei. He was ten when he first had his on the cusp of his shoulder until they proudly bloomed all over his chest, surviving his adolescence. 

Even behind the saran wrap, the detailed blackwork on the tattoo was impressive, curving around your right calf like a painting. Still . . .

"It's fine. You're looking at me like I'm kinda lame now."

"You're not." Then he gestured his hand at the fallen dragon. You told him before that he articulated his emotions more with his body. Everything around him became askew for it. Passersby twist around a different route from his direction. "Just—it just looks off, you know? Dragons should be flying up and all."

You scoffed. "So you're upset about some bit of symbolism? Yeah, Inoe-san got it wrong but you didn’t have to be an asshole because—"

"I'm upset that you regret this and you can't take it back anymore," he admitted, head hanging low. "And I brought you there . . ."

"I don't want to take it back,” you said, unrepentant of how adults would appraise you for once: a kid with a tattoo, a kid heading nowhere good in life. 

There's a war in your eyes. He’s more ashamed of himself for doubting you than letting you down. 

Benkei was damn sure there wasn’t an inflatable he hadn’t stepped on or an umbrella he left untipped. 

They were scattered everywhere but the beach stretched wide enough for a stroll to not feel so cramped. He’s just avoiding the sunbathers and families who were spread all over the area, waiting to watch the fireworks display tonight.

Because of that, he joined in with you and Takeomi, retreating somewhere in the parking lot. 

Benkei didn’t often see you two alone, much less without Shinichiro defusing an argument, though he found a rare solidarity between you smoking together. You were nodding. Takeomi's arms were crossed after sharing a few words with you, stopping short when Benkei stepped in after coming back from the restroom.

He asked if he disrupted something and Takeomi answered that he wasn't, stomping his cigarette with his shoe. You followed after him when your eyes narrowed at the strangers emerging before you in serpent-emblemed uniforms, some gang from Kansai judging from the accents. Jormungandr.

You seemed more annoyed than anxious about getting jumped. Takeomi didn't mind an introduction through a bloodbath because it’d been a long while since anyone challenged Black Dragons and Benkei had already charged forward for the brawl.

It ended with you.

Jormungandr’s leader met his defeat with a kick so high the last thing he saw was the dragon soaring up.

Your sandal flew off, landing on the heap of mangled bodies that had been dealt by Benkei. His knuckles still smarted for being outnumbered. Takeomi was just as scuffed-up. With his hair down and disheveled, it made his face more severe after pressing a warning on the leader’s hand with his newly lit cigarette. 

Don't mess with us again, trash. The extra measure was for insurance, but there's a cruel streak to his apathy for letting skin burn. Benkei had seen him done worse. You didn't speak against it after overhearing a threat on Shinichiro's life.

Sensing another presence lurking near you, you swung your leg up and Wakasa reacted fast enough to sidestep away, a hairbreadth close. 

Sadly, your foot missed his face.

He whistled. “Nice reflexes.”

“Shit, I could’ve gotten you! Stop coming up behind me like that!”

“No.”

“You three were taking so long. Figured we should check up on ya,” said Shinichiro, strolling towards them amidst the battle; fallen adversaries on his feet. He acknowledged Benkei and Takeomi with a nod, and then picked up your sandal when he approached you. “We should've come sooner, though.”

“You would’ve missed out the action anyway.” The insult wasn't without a light, teasing note, and Shinichiro didn't take it personally, letting you snatch the sandal from him. “We handled it pretty well by ourselves, don't you think?”

“Brutally,” he sighed, unable to hide that disarming grin slowly peeling up his mouth. “You look like hell. Let's get you all patched up—” 

A sudden, fluttering burst of light from the distance.

Shocked, all of you looked up at the sky.

“The fireworks . . .”

“Oh wow, it's starting now.”

“It’s still going on. Let’s make a run for it!”

It hadn't been long since Benkei told you about Ragnarok and you taught him what nostalgia actually meant. 

Natsukashii. The end of summer, he believed, sweltering with memories under his childhood sun in Oizumi, until you scrawled the characters on the back of a gym flier and kindly corrected him, oh, it's natsuku, not natsu. As in to become, you know, attached.  

懐かしい

Your ballpoint pen lingered on the heart radical, lacking the character of a season. 

Benkei wasn't chagrined about it; he's enlightened. 

The end of summer, you repeated, finding it more fitting, and pondered on how summers had to die like sunsets as you scraped the horizon with fingers in the color of twilight. 

Then he asked how much you were well-versed in Norse mythology.

You shrugged. "I'm more familiar with apocalypses. Why'd you name your gang after something like that?" 

“It’s inspiring,” said Benkei, omitting the part that he wasn't a founding member and the true meaning of its relevance might've been lost to him when Ragnarok sounded more like a gang that was meant to bring destruction to the gods from an older generation. “The kind that could define our era.”

“You guys are so obsessed with that,” you pointed out, but not to mock him. It’s just a measured observation. “Shin never shuts up about it. Takeomi goads him on because it's getting in his head too. Even Waka wants to be a part of it and you . . .”

“You don't want it too?”

“I just don't get it,” you blurted. “What's an era all about anyway?”

“You could say it’s how we want to be remembered,” he said it with his chest. It's how we want to show people how we fought and lived.

Benkei didn’t understand why you wanted to be invisible. Or keep up with all these social pretences to be accepted.

When he asked you why you wore fake glasses, you didn't give him a reason. You just shot back why he had his eyebrows shaved instead. He found the exchange amusing, concluding that nobody probably had the balls to ask both of you about it. 

He couldn't help but smirk how you got a bit defensive from his observation as if you had never stood out around them. 

You're the only person he’s ever known to be conflicted over the dichotomy of your life. He’d seen you enjoy listening to the rap mixtapes of his bootleg CDs, stress over college applications more than fights, denounce delinquency and yet.  

It took him a long while to figure out why you looked so out of place in the gang but it still felt as if you belonged there. The otherness spoke to him, really. Guys like him just couldn't seem to find their place in anything after falling through the cracks and it hadn't always been as grandiose as it was until Shinichiro granted them a reason.

Not a lot of them gave a crap about being honorable but they sure did when it felt good to be a part of something greater than themselves. 

It's the stuff of legends, our era.

Takeomi said it with pride and Benkei couldn't have worded it better himself. He glanced back at you, no longer giving in to chase when you let them go on without you, a fond, distant smile on your lips.

Wakasa sprinted ahead of them. Shinichiro still had a slight limp from getting it broken months ago so he fell behind until Takeomi turned to him and offered him his back, waving at him to get on and make it quick.

Despite them joining forces, Takeomi wasn't all that strong or fast for both of them and no one could ever beat Wakasa in a footrace, but they ran, howling out wild laughter as if they won anyway. 

Benkei slowed down to your pace, walking with you. “So attached, eh?” 

You blinked at him before letting out a chuckle. “Well, yeah.” You stretched out your tattooed leg a bit. “I took it quite literally too . . .”

He was distracted by the startlingly tender expression on your face, your lashes lowered, longer, until he snapped out of it and nodded. 

“Benkei.” 

“What?”

“Would you hate me if I told you that I'll quit the gang?”

“No—” The word slipped, and there was something about the urgency that felt like a tug, a step forward. Calmer, this time, “no, not at all.”

You registered his answer for a minute, too quiet next to him. He realized he should back away a bit, collecting himself to offer the reassurance you probably needed to hear more than he did. 

“Hey. Whatever decision you're going with, just know we're all rootin' for ya.” He gave your shoulder a pat and felt himself unwind a breath the moment you untensed from his hand. “You probably have your reasons. Good, I hope?”

It took so much from him to not demand why but you're smiling at him again. Maybe a little sad, a little scared, but it's still your smile, something regained. He’d hate for it to go away.

“Yeah, thanks. That means a lot to me,” and then hesitant, you opened up more, “think Shin will hate me?” 

“Idiot, he won't,” Benkei replied. “His heart's too big for him and he cries like a baby for it. You think that's the kind of guy that'll hate anyone?” 

“No.”

“There you go.”

“But it's just that I haven't told him yet. I haven't told anyone, just you,” you confessed, wistfully glancing down at your tattoo. 

“You know, I was actually terrified when we went to the tattoo parlor. Like what if something goes wrong? There's always something. I couldn't go by myself. Yeah, the tattoo didn't turn out perfect but I like it. I'm glad you were with me when I had it. Then Shin made this stupid tantrum over why I didn't bring him along, but he got over it when he was all giddy and excited over the tattoo. Cheered me up a lot when stuff at home was . . . ” a short breath sucked through your teeth. “Seeing him like that matters so much. I want him to always be like that . . .” 

A breeze whistled between your footsteps, ambling in a slow, thoughtless pace that had him thinking both of you had all the time in the world, even if the road ahead was just another meandering path to a farewell.

“You'd stay in Black Dragons for a long time, right?” 

“Yeah, it's my everything now.” Benkei stared at the dragon on your skin, and then back at you. “And even if you leave, you're still a part of it.” 

You huffed at that and looked onward longingly. "Jeez, you sound like him."

“He isn't wrong about that,” he said, following after your gaze where everyone was, waiting and waving and yelling at the two of you to hurry up; behind them, the fireworks sprung like a flurry of stars in the midsummer night. 

It's a moment he felt in his chest too. 

Guess we're all just attached.

Unfortunately, the fireworks ended too soon.

All of your stuff was left untouched while the people were already packing up and departing from the beach. 

They ignored your wounds. More plasters were bought from a cornershop nearby when your first-aid kit wouldn't suffice. Some schmucks brought bats and brass knuckles though there wasn't any serious damage on your end, even less serious on boasting each of your body counts. Whoever ratted out your location was still an unresolved issue, but your vacation wasn't totally ruined. 

Shinichiro was into the idea of heading to Choshi after learning it's Wakasa's hometown. There were grunts of protest though his whim was met with little to no resistance after the downturn of events and something about the spontaneity was exciting. 

Whatever heart to heart they had, Benkei couldn't fault Wakasa for giving in to Shin’s persuasion as much as he did when he agreed to merge their gangs a lifetime ago. Embark on something new together in a last minute excursion, not knowing what to discover in your destination. 

Your motorcycles were left in the parking lot to stay overnight. There were few passengers on board and three of you were already snoozing away after switching to a new train at Naruto Station. The landscape shifted behind the window; a nocturnal outline of bedtowns and cabbage fields. Wakasa's face was neutral all throughout.

Benkei broke the silence.

“I didn't know you grew up here.”

“Once,” Wakasa shrugged, looking less like a mystery. “Didn’t feel like something I should bring up anyway.”

Wakasa regarded Chiba like it's foreign land and there's no place for him here. Benkei couldn't imagine him coming home to parents – anyone. 

With their paths colliding the way they did, he had always assumed they were orphaned in Tokyo, meant to split it together or conquer more for themselves. It didn't matter which with all the devastation they had caused, leaving a red trail of history in their wake, and sometimes that's enough proof of their existence than a birth certificate. 

Wakasa never asked Benkei about his past. There's more of it branded in their mutual blows and bruises. Benkei knew the brunt of his kicks, his temper. His tendency to be a loyal asshole. How he had the worst sweet tooth ever because, of course, all of you came on this long journey just for him to lead you in a dango shop. The room inside was shabby but cozy in a lived-in sort of way; the menu unvaried. 

The old lady who owned the place gladly obliged, fanning fresh skewers on the grill, after Wakasa approached her with your orders.

Look at you, being a good grandson, Shinichiro joked about their overfamiliar interaction, and Wakasa quipped back that yeah, he's sure to rebel and get an earful like him with his elders. 

Curious, you asked Wakasa if he'd been here before. He was chewing his dango thoughtfully when he offered each of you a stick, glazed in sweet soy sauce, and told you he hadn't with no sense of nostalgia. Just craving for some. 

Inubosaki had coarser sand, a harsh, rocky coastline. A white lighthouse stood atop the cliffside, reminiscent of a twelve-pointed beacon that once ruled East Kanto. 

The inspiration didn’t go unnoticed. The old monument had been relegated into a tourist attraction but it still glowed in the dark. 

It’d been the one thing that seemed awake after passing a row of shops on your way here; most closed for the night, others for good. There were places in town that looked rundown, abandoned, similar to the ones in Tokyo. Black spots of a failing economy. 

Takeomi was the most informed about how the country was in deep shit under debt deflation. He asked Wakasa for spare change and the Sanrio-themed gachapon machine almost ate his 150 yen coins until he cranked it up again, coughing up a keychain souvenir. Benkei guessed it's for his sister. It's your second time napping, sitting next to him in the waiting shed with your head on his arm.

Shinichiro didn't wake you after catching sight of the bruise on your jaw, exposed by the dull lamplight, as if realizing how he could have missed that, among other things.

Benkei sighed. There's a heaviness hunkering down his shoulders. A part of him wondered if he told Shin now, could he convince you to change your mind?

“You uncomfortable there?” asked Shinichiro.

“Nah, I’m good.” Benkei replied, as your warmth curled on his side. Sleep made you clingy.

He wasn't the only one terrible at subtlety. Shinichiro perched on the space next to you when he couldn't steal you for himself this time. He’s got it all wrong, though.

Benkei didn't like sitting on what they would still lose.

The train station wouldn't be open until a few more hours.

Shinichiro’s cheap hair gel failed his pompadour, flattening his hair over his ears, as he leaned on his fist, dazed, with something unspeakably raw to him.

Deep down, he must know there's a future in his dream but humble as always, he’d deny this and nod off to you for having the superpower to carry and crush it. He had unshakeable faith in the way you wielded the future. It wouldn't change how he still saw you everyday. It's probably what gave you that ability in the first place. 

Benkei had this urge to wake you and tell you that you’d be okay, but suppressed it once Shinichiro spoke up, a note somber. 

“I don't want to go back yet.”

“Why?”

“This is a nice change of scenery,” which was bullshit because his boredom was painfully obvious. 

“Sure, the ocean again.”

“Okay, okay, I didn't think things out before wandering here,” he admitted, huffing an amused exhale under his breath. "But maybe I just wanted to escape and drag you all with me somewhere faraway.”

“You runnin' away from something?”

“Not really,” he murmured, stalling for another minute to brood over it. “We’ll get busier soon. It sucks. Does that count?”

“Things’ll just go back to normal,” Benkei said without withholding his sympathy. “The beach was fun, though.”

Shinichiro agreed, meandering on bringing his siblings along someday because he rarely spent his summer without them. He got away a lot more with you guys, gulping down cheap beer wherever, getting all this sand in his underwear. There was still other stuff you hadn't tried yet, if only you had more time.

“There's just this sinking feeling like something’s gonna catch up to me, don't know what it is, when, but—” his gaze landed at you, him, a flit of a smile on his lips, before staring at those endless waves, as if all of you had finally reached the end of the world. 

The sunrise bled through the horizon, and Shinichiro watched listlessly. "Whatever happens, I want to be here for awhile."

In the early hours of the morning, his bike swept past 80 km/h on the road; not a lot of cars and cyclists, busybodies.

The motions didn't stop until everyone had to pull over at a gas station nearby a remote industrial area in Ichihara. Factories still gave off strange smells no one could recognize, but Benkei had already revved up his engine to flee. It didn't matter anymore in another city.

The world woke up a bit after a mile while all of you were dragging yourselves through the travel tolls of yesterday. One moment it's a blame game, and then it snapped into a "screw this" and "this is stupid" next to a punched vending machine because you were incapable of deciding where to eat in a testy mood.

A common trait, despite having uniquely different, unbearable personalities. Aside from the energy drinks, Benkei's gut felt queasy from the mean, collective silence until you reached the last stretch of Tokyo Bay Aqua-Line. It's a miracle how everyone could stand each other, sometimes.

But you're still driving together to the path, the multiple crossings crowded by people from all walks of life, striving to make theirs a little fuller. The urban streets blurred after each turn. Somehow riding back to Tokyo almost didn't feel real. The day wasn't over yet but it felt as if he's missing something before it's gone.

Benkei didn't know how to explain it, eyes on you marveling at a wall graffiti of profanities from an unfinished construction site. Shinichiro was repeating what he was saying but it's left unheard, lost to the shrill of the track signal. The sun hung high and hot while all of you waited for the train behind the railway gate.

There's a faster route to Shibuya, but none of you took the expressway. The road back home was long and unwinding. 

a/n: title is inspired from the same namesake, referring to a whole generation of japanese youth who were gravely affected by japan's lost decade in the 1990s to early 2000s. first gen bd is in that group but ironically, they were at the top of the delinquent world at the time until their eventual disbandment.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Para-Goom

Debut: Wario Land 3

Para-Goom is a silly little thing. Look at that. That’s the most basic a little guy can be! Honestly kind of a Nothing design. Sorry, Para-Goom. But it’s true. You look like a placeholder design that was liked enough to be used as an actual character... but Kirby already did that! And what’s that you’re holding? A parasol to be used both to gently drift down, and as a weapon? Geez, Para-Goom! You are not making a good case for your individuality here!

I don’t DISLIKE Para-Goom, though. A little guy is a little guy! And in a Wario game, a little guy is something you can pick up and carry around with you, for when you need your little guy fix. And their parasols ARE pretty neat! They can hold them out in front, or above, and if it’s above, they can gently float down! I don’t mean any ill will toward Para-Goom.

But I’m not Wario! Wario means so much ill will toward Para-Goom! A helpless Goom is the ball as Wario uses it for Regular Golf, the most evil of sports! If this Para-Goom was just rolling around after being lightly bapped about in a MINI golf course, it would probably be having at least a LITTLE bit of fun in addition to the general undesirability of the situation. But no fun allowed in Regular Golf! It’s not even fun for Wario, he just is forced to do it to open doors! Nobody wins with Regular Golf.

Para-Goom would later reappear in my beloved game which I have never played and do not plan to play, Dr. Mario 64, home of various Wario Land 3 enemies in major roles! Para-Goom is our Gracious Host, and here has a slightly changed design, with a more Chef Kawasaki-style mouth. This is a step in the right direction! Finally, a Para-Goom with some Para-“Pizzazz-onality” (that is my new hip buzzword that will never catch on)! It is still a very simplistic design, but I think it’s more fun. It could get a little more unique with each appearance. That could be its Thing.

If I were to change anything about Para-Goom, though, it would be its name. This is NO Goom! Not at all! Pirate Goom and Wanderin’ Goom, those are Gooms! Little chestnut-based guys. But Para-Goom is not chestnut in the slightest, and in fact, its Japanese name indicates no connection at all! Someone on the English localization team REALLY wanted to call this a Goom against all better judgement. And a whole team went along with it. Was it an honest mistake? Was it done with malicious intent? Do you think anyone who had a hand in this naming still thinks about it to this day?

Probably not... but for all we know, the name “Para-Goom” may be someone’s biggest regret in life! If you ever get the opportunity to name funny creatures, do not take the responsibility lightly!

[kyunniebuns]

ANOTHER JINWOO DRABBLE:

Jinwoo motor daddy yes?? HIM ARRIVING TO DO GATES AND HE SPEEDS IN WITH HIS BLACK KAWASAKI NINJA YES??!!! DRIFTING TO STOP AND HE TAKES OFF HIS HELMET AND SHOWS OFF HIS HANDSOME FACE Y E S S ??

[darklordofthesimp]

omg I was NOT expecting phonk 👀 do you mod cars?

ya girl has been thirsting to get a motorcycle for the past year and phonk is making my life a bit bearable

-vic

I do indeedy! Once I transition out from the army I plan to be a performance vehicle mechanic.

OoooOoOH YOU NEED TO GET A BIKE!

This is My baby Snips. Shes a Kawasaki ninja 650 and she's the bane of my existence.

Phonk is fucking banger. On the bike? Dangerooooouuuusss. I recently obtained the rolling shell of a VT commodore to turn into a drift pig, and lemme tell ya, Phonk will be blasting.

What's your favourite phonk songs and what bike are you wanting?? ALSO, do you like cars??

[rainydaydriversclub]

i dont know much about them, but the kawasaki zx14r engine seems to be a perfect candidate for engine swaps.

theyre alot cheaper than most large capacity bikes, and it redlines around 10k while still making around 190hp and a little less torque than a blacktop 4AGE. 

i’d prefer a V4 engine purely for the insane sound, but power to cost ratio along with the wonderfully tiny packaging means you could wedge it in way more engine bays than a hayabusa (which requires laying the cylinder banks over at like 40 degress. 

everything from the coolant outlets, to the gearbox output shaft height seem to work really nicely for an automotive application, my only issue would be making the intake fit under a bonnet with longer trumpets which would likely be necessary for lower end torque. 

im imagining this in the back seat of something tiny and RWD, like a UP20 Publica, direct mounted to an early MX5 rear diff and subframe. even putting it in the front of a KE70 or a starlet could be cool. lighter than anything you could swap in and revs that are manageable in a drift application. so long as you have a good rev limiter, this would be a reliable powerplant for any lightweight sports car.

[kzy-kjm]

BAD HOP THE FINAL at 東京ドーム - Kawasaki Drift

[awesomechrisharry]

Navigating the Tracks: Global Urban Rail Transit Market Eyes a Valuation of US$ 54.1 Billion by 2031 with a 2.8% CAGR, Reports TMR

The global Urban Rail Transit market is estimated to attain a valuation of US$ 54.1 Bn by the end of 2031, states a study by Transparency Market Research (TMR). Besides, the report notes that the market is prognosticated to expand at a CAGR of 2.8% during the forecast period, 2023-2031.

The key objective of the TMR report is to offer a complete assessment of the global market including major leading stakeholders of the Urban Rail Transit industry. The current and historical status of the market together with forecasted market size and trends are demonstrated in the assessment in simple manner. In addition, the report delivers data on the volume, share, revenue, production, and sales in the market.

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Urban Rail Transit Market: Industry Trends and Value Chain

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Urban Rail Transit Market: Branding Strategies and Competitive Strategies

Some of the key questions scrutinized in the study are:

What are some of the recent brand building activities of key players undertaken to create customer value in the Urban Rail Transit market?

Which companies are expanding litany of products with the aim to diversify product portfolio?

Which companies have drifted away from their core competencies and how have those impacted the strategic landscape of the Urban Rail Transit market?

Which companies have expanded their horizons by engaging in long-term societal considerations?

Which firms have bucked the pandemic trend and what frameworks they adopted to stay resilient?

What are the marketing programs for some of the recent product launches?

The list of key players operating in the Urban Rail Transit market includes following names:

ABB, Alstom S.A., Beijing Traffic Control Technology Co., Ltd., Bharat Forge Limited, Bombardier, BYD Auto Co., Ltd., Construcciones y Auxiliar de Ferrocarriles, S.A., CRRC Corporation Limited, FTD Fahrzeugtechnik Bahnen Dessau GmbH, General Electric, GHH-BONATRANS, Hitachi Ltd., Kawasaki Heavy Industries, Ltd., Kinki Sharyo Co., Ltd., Knorr-Bremse AG, Larsen & Toubro Limited, Mitsubishi Electric, Samvardhana Motherson, Niigata Transys Co., Ltd., Robert Bosch GmbH, Siemens

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Which regions are witnessing rise in investments in the supply chain networks?

Which countries seems to have benefitted from recent import and export policies?

Which regions have witnessed decline in consumer demand due to economic and political upheavals?

Which are some the key geographies that are likely to emerge as lucrative markets?

Which regions are expected to lose shares due to pricing pressures?

Which regions leading players are expected to expand their footprints in the near future?

What are some the sustainability trends impacting the logistics and supply chain dynamics in the Urban Rail Transit market?

What are some of the demographic and economic environments that create new demand in developing economies?

How are changing government regulations shaping business strategies and practices?

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[abaya65]

MOTO DRIFT BATTLE: KTM 790 DUKE vs. KAWASAKI NINJA ZX 6R, Rokon VLOG #130

[csajokamotoron]

Drift, egykerék és bójázás a Nagybani piacon - VIDEÓVAL!

Szeptember első hétvégéjén a Motor Road Tech vezetéstechnikai tréningjén vettem részt a budapesti Nagybani piacon. De ez nemcsak egy tréning volt, hanem annál valami sokkal több. Azzal kezdődött, hogy ez egy viszonylag kis létszámú program volt, és mint utóbb kiderült, rajtam kívül néhány motorkerékpár márkaimportőr képviselői is jelen voltak, így volt alkalmam megismerkedni illetve újra találkozni pl. a Triumph, a Suzuki, a Yamaha a Kawasaki és a BMW képviselőivel. Az idő szűkössége miatt  gyorsan zajlottak az események: három csoportra osztottak minket, hogy a tréning három modulját nagyjából 4-5 fős csoportokban teljesíthessük. Így nem kellett sokat sorban állni. Az elős modulnál például rögtön az első lehettem, hála a csoportom férfi tagjainak, akik udvariasan előre engedtek. A Driftautó Még szerencse, hogy ebéd nélkül érkeztem a tréningre, ugyanis az első élmény a driftautó kipróbálása volt. Vencel János vezette a saját maga építette drift taxit, ami igazán felkavaró élmény volt, és amit minden résztvevő kipbálhatott, aki akarta, többször is. Nekem elég volt egyszer is, bár örülök, hogy ülhettem egy ilyen autóban egy ilyen profi sofőr mellett. Az biztos, hogy a driftelés után mindenki széles vigyorral szállt ki az autóból, és ezt a vigyort még sokáig nem tudtuk lemosni az arcunkról. Motoros vezetéstechnika A második modul a motoros vezetéstechnikai pályán zajlott, ahol Bartmann Roland - a Motor Road Tech vezetéstechnikai oktatója - segítségével próbálhattuk ki a motorozási tudásunkat egy a jelenlegi motoros rutinvizsga pályához hasonló bójasoron. Hiába a sok-sok évnyi rutin, a pálya mindenkinek tudott meglepetéseket okozni. A szűkülő szlalom után egy 7 méter átmérőjű körben kellett kőrözni, majd egy oszlópról leemelve a köteleta kötéllel a kézben motorozni körbe az oszlop körül. Az utolsó feladat a lassúsági pálya volt, ahol a bójasorok között a lehető legalacsonyabb tempóval kellett végig motorozni. Mivel a Honda CL500 tesztmotorral vettem részt a tréningen, nem voltam elég bátor ahhoz, hogy maximumig fezegessem a határaimat. Talán ezt érezte meg Roland is, amikor átültetett az iskola felbukócsövezett oktatómotorjára, hogy próbáljam meg azzalis, azzal nyugondtan eleshetek.  Parancs, értettem, és nyugodtan el is estem, csak hogy kipróbáljam, mekkorát lehet dönteni vele. Egyébként, meggyőződésem, hogy ha minden motorosnak lenne lehetősége úgy elesni legalább életében egyszer, hogy nem sérül meg sem ő sem a motorja, akkor a későbbiekben sokkal bátrabban merne onnantól motorozni, szóval ez tényleg jó módszer. Egykerék suli Az utolsó modult az iskola másik trénere, Szabó Zoli vezényelte. A Motor Road Tech-nek van egy egykerekezésre átalakított, hátsó és oldalsó kitámasztókkal ellátott Kawasaki motorkerékpárja, amivel bárki kipróbálhatja az egykerekezés élményét. Azért készítették ezt a motort, hogy ezt a nem éppen veszélytelen mutatványt egy ilyen zárt pályán próbálhassa ki bárki, akinek ez a vágya. Bevallom, én sosem vágytam erre, és inkább azok közé tartozok, aki próbálja elkerülni, hogy a motor, ami alattam van, megemelje az elejét. Na ez a motor ezt a parát is tökéletesen tudja orvosolni. A "kötelező" két körömet megtettem a gépszörnnyel, de ismét megállípítottam, hogy ez a dolog nem az én stílusom. Ismét hasznos volt, hogy megérezhettem, hogy milyen az, amikor valaki túlhúzza a gázt és megemelkedik a motorkerékpár eleje, de ami utána jött, az nem volt kellemes. Ahogy ijedtemben visszaengedtem a gázt és az első kerék a földhöz csapódott hatalmasat rántott a nyakamon, a súlyom a csuklómra terhelődött, a szeméremcsontom pedig a tanknak csapódott. Szóval hasznos tapasztalat volt, de ebből az élményből sem repetáztam. Nem úgy, mint többen a résztvevők közül, akik szemmel láthatóan nagyon élvezték ezt a vidámparkba illő kalandot. A nap végén a Motor Road Tech csapata vendégül látott minket egy finom pizzával, majd - azt hiszem, mindenki nevében mondhatom - kellemesen elfáradva indultunk haza motorkerékpárjainkon. Azt mondom, ha lehetőségetek van rá, mindenképp próbáljátok ki a Motor Road Tech tréningjeit! Ráadásulaz aszfalt is szuper a Nagybani Piacon, mintha csak erre találták volna ki. Read the full article

[fisiltihaberleri]

Toprak Razgatlıoğlu’ndan Kariyerinin 100. Podyumu Red Bull sporcusu Toprak Razgatlıoğlu, 2023 Dünya Superbike Şampiyonası’nın (WSBK) yedinci durağı olan İtalya hafta sonunda ilk yarışta ikinci oldu. Yarışa pole pozisyonundan başlayan Toprak, damalı bayrağı ikinci sırada geçmeyi başardı. Razgatlıoğlu bu sonuçla birlikte WSBK kariyerinin 100. podyumuna ulaşmış oldu. 2023 WSBK İtalya etabında superpole ve ikinci yarış, 16 Temmuz Pazar günü koşulacak. https://www.fisiltihaberleri.com/haber/toprak-razgatlioglundan-kariyerinin-100-podyumu-9040.html

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[vindicta-reliquiae]

"Are you kidding me? That's my favorite only Ducati ever; I swear by it even till now. I know my guys are Kawasaki fanboys but even they wouldn't dare to even so much as puncture the wheels. So they chained it like chaining up somebody's horse, hah."

At the other's mention of Senketsu 'talking', she slowly took a deep breath, and heaved a long sigh. The similar sort that makes you sound like you're trying not to cry. It's been forever, but admittedly, the pain still lingers on. A perpetual heartbreak, a wound that will never fully heal, for there was no closure to be had. Something that she needed to move on from, but there was nowhere for her to go because it would always lead back to that pain.

The last time she heard him, the voice drifted further away after she landed back here, and sunk into the bay along with her Scissors...

"Some nights I had dreams of the past...of a life I thought I was finally able to live, a life together with him...those nights, I can hear him talking to me, like old times...other nights they sounded like whispers, like I'm hearing things..."

Ryuko took a last swig from her coffee. "And then...I never hear his voice again...at least not for another few nights, then the dreams come back. Maybe it's for the best...but it's...painful, y'know? Can't move on but I can't go home..."

The mention of Senketsu suddenly made Ryuko very aware of her own hand above her heart, and she squeezed the jacket's fabric in her fingers. Old habits refused to die, and it seemed that different timelines didn't change that much.

"That's very attentive of them. To notice, I mean." And it showed real trust, to tell them about Senketsu at all. Although based on what she heard to far, she was hardly surprised by the family bond her other self had grown to have with her crew. Ryuko whistled a bit at the mention of a chained bike, trying really hard to shoo the creeping sadness away.

"And did that stop you? The bike, I mean?" She snorted. "There was a time when we would just steal another, to prove a point. Times've changed though."

Stretching her arms above her head, she waved the other's excuses away.

"Oi, I asked. Prattle away. You never know, maybe I missed talking to people, especially those who know. What with me being on the road and such." She did. Terribly so. Which, in her mind, circled back to Senketsu; forever a topic none but herself could ever feel to the bottom of her heart. But, speaking of herself...

"...you ever feel like you almost can hear him talk again?" she blurted out and immediately winced. Way to rub salt into an old wound, Matoi.

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BAD HOP - Kawasaki Drift / THE FIRST TAKE

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Lyrics Translation: BAD HOP - KAWASAKI DRIFT

*this song contains some explicit lyrics in English

This song is from their BAD HOP HOUSE album (2018).  Side note, I was a little more casual and used more slang than I usually do when translating, but it fits the song style better.

KAWASAKI DRIFT Romaji

[HOOK: YZERR] Kawasaki matagari zenkoku HANDORU kiri Low kara TOP Kinou no ore furikiru kyou AKUSERU zenkai de ikou Machi no fame, kane ni CHENJI Suruze kono Flow Kowasu chain, fukasu ENJIN Machi wo DORIFUTO

[Verse 1: Vingo] Machi kara kuni e　daishibashi no ue Tokyo kara Kawaski-koku　nakama no moto e Tokyo ga ore PAWAASUPOTTO Notteru Iketa oto Majime dattara deki ne Orera zenkoku muteki menkyo? Hi wo fuku MAFURAA　mitoreru onna Hayasa wa Kawasaki Ninja H.2.R Mieru ore wa toughboy Nokosu TAIYAkon Hisshi ni senaka otteru dake De omae no tabi wa long way Susundara kaerenai Home e Yasunde mo tomaranai tokei Kagami ENEMY Yasumanai oretachi Furikitta mukashi no DASAkatta ore

[HOOK: YZERR] Kawasaki matagari zenkoku HANDORU kiri Low kara TOP Kinou no ore furikiru kyou AKUSERU zenkai de ikou Machi no fame, kane ni CHENJI Suruze kono Flow Kowasu chain, fukasu ENJIN Machi no DORIFUTO

[Verse 2: G-k.i.d] Skrr skrr　SATSUyori saki ni Skrr skrr　MAFIA ga ugoki Mata yobidashi Naru phone ga mezamashi Chi de chi arai　shigaramu machi Furyou kara mananda SHINOGI ni reigi HAMAtteta BARI kara ongaku ni CHENJI Highway kazakiri　wataru hashi Mirror utsuru Kawasaki ghetto city

[Yellow Pato] Ima ja kanshi KAMERA no naka　tobidashi SUTEEJI no ue shashin wo torareteru　oretachi ARAsagashi ni Hater wa hisshi Ogame toki na gamen goshi ni Saki ga nee　sarumane　dake no fake Tsuruma nee　subete ga masayume Orera wa yasuma nee Wakate　chuuken karaku okizari KYASSHU de omoi BAGGU Sekai no KAWASAKI

[HOOK: YZERR] Kawasaki matagari zenkoku HANDORU kiri Low kara TOP Kinou no ore furikiru kyou AKUSERU zenkai de ikou

[Verse 3: Bark] Mata dareka ga tsubuyaku Kono machi kara derenai Yokubou ga machi uzumaku Dedokoro na ikegami Gang bitch yokome fukasu weed ni AKUSERU NEZUMI no you　CHEDAA ou KIDS tachi no yume ni naru Hi wo fuku Ninja KAWASAKI

[Tiji Jojo] Jamamono tachi furikiru Flow Orera no mae ja subete ga Slow SUPINsuru TAIYA agaru kemuri Kozeni ni surane seikatsu nukete　mukau TOP Sodatte kita machi　tobitatsu GARUUINGU Antei nante iranai　tataka nee ishibashi Yogore teru te de hoshii mono zenbu ubau JENGA no you　kane tsumiageru

[Benjazzy] Dou kirinukeru Machi no jiken wa taema nee Dare ga mukashi KATAGI de Katae atama to KORUKU METTO Hayaji ni shite YATSUra no sonae Te wo nobasu furousha to onaji DNA Orera kakuse nee Kenami kara chigee MISUrya ato ga nee GAKI no akogare Mi kara deru sabi de sabita katai chain Tsunagareru　nariagari no tameni Orera tomaranee

[HOOK: YZERR] Kawasaki matagari zenkoku HANDORU kiri Low kara TOP Kinou no ore furikiru kyou AKUSERU zenkai de ikou

[Verse 4: T-Pablow] Doromizu kara champagne KAPPU men kara ROBUSUTAA Kawarazu owareru mi Shounen A kara SUPERSTAR Tsugi ni okumanchouja naru RAPPAA dare Mochiron sore wa ore (pablow) Mochiron sore wa ore NINJA hiku RAJIKON　Nintendo FAMIKON Ore no machi de wa sugi ni hagare sabite kusaru PACHIMON Kawasaki-ku de yuumei ni naritakya Hito korosu ka RAPPAA ni naru kada ARU PACHIINO janakute ARU KAPONE Yakudzukuri janakute kore wa ikizama I’m a trouble man

[HOOK: YZERR] Kawasaki matagari zenkoku HANDORU kiri Low kara TOP Kinou no ore furikiru kyou AKUSERU zenkai de ikou Machi no fame, kane ni CHENJI Suruze kono Flow Kowasu chain, fukasu ENJIN Machi wo DORIFUTO

KAWASAKI DRIFT English Translation

[HOOK: YZERR] Kawasaki takin’ over the country Swervin’[1]  from down Low to the TOP Today I’m shakin’ off my past Gonna take off with the accelerator at full throttle My Flow is gonna change This town’s fame and my fortune Breakin’ the chain, revving the engine Drifting [all over] the city

[Verse 1: Vingo] Heading to our hometown from the city　over the Daishi Bridge From Tokyo to our native Kawasaki　back to the place we all began Tokyo’s my power-spot Riding that sound I can do it if I really try, [2] ya know Can we get a nationwide license to do what we want[3]? Ladies so attracted to　the flames shooting outta my tailpipe Our speed is like a Kawasaki Ninja H.2.R[4]  I look like such a toughboy Leavin’ behind tire tracks All [you see] is my back as you desperately try to keep up But you got a long way to go [to catch up] If you keep moving forward, you may not ever make it Home Even if you stop to rest, the clock won’t stop ticking The ENEMY is in the mirror So we ain’t never gonna rest [Til] I’ve outraced my messed-up past

[HOOK: YZERR] Kawasaki takin’ over the country Swervin’ from down Low to the TOP Today I’m shakin’ off my past Gonna take off with the accelerator at full throttle My Flow is gonna change This town’s fame and my fortune Breakin’ the chain, revving the engine Drifting [all over] the city

[Verse 2: G-k.i.d] Skrr skrr　[stayin’] ahead of the cops Skrr skrr　the mafia [5] is on the move Another call comes in Blowing up [6] my phone Their bloody feuds　are tied to this city Because of the gangs, I learned how to survive But because of those snags that tore at me, I became a musician Blowing down the Highway　crossing that bridge My Mirror reflecting Kawasaki ghetto city

[Yellow Pato] Now we’re busting out of the surveillance cameras And they’re snapping photos of us　on the stage Haters always tryna find fault with us While they worship us through the screen First off, yo　they ain’t nothing but fake　imitators It’d be a dream come true　to never have to deal with them Yo, we ain’t ever gonna stop Leaving those trivial, mediocre　kids [in the dust] Our wallets fat with cash [That’s] world-famous KAWASAKI

[HOOK: YZERR] Kawasaki takin’ over the country Swervin’ from down Low to the TOP Today I’m shakin’ off my past Gonna take off with the accelerator at full throttle

[Verse 3: Bark] Someone’s bitchin’[7]  again Ain’t never getting out of this town Desire [for more] flooding the whole city My birthplace, Ikegami[8]  Glancin’ at that Gang bitch smokin’ weed as I fly by Chasin’ after that cheddar　like a rat Becoming the dream of all the KIDS My fire-spouting Ninja KAWASAKI

[Tiji Jojo] Leavin’ those lame-asses in the dust with my Flow Everything in front of us is movin’ so Slow Raisin’ smoke with my spinning tires Heading towards the TOP　to a lifestyle where money ain’t no thing In this town where I was raised,　them gull-wing doors [9] going up Don’t need no predictability;　I just go for it[10]  Snatchin’ up everything I want with my grubby hands Stackin’ up that money　like [I’m playin’] Jenga[11] 

[Benjazzy] How you gonna survive? The trouble in this city is endless [Honestly,] who’s that out of touch with reality[12] ? So hard-headed [it’s like they’re wearing] a helmet[13]  This goes out to all those guys who died too young Reachin’ out my hand to all you outcasts [14] with the same DNA We ain’t gonna hide We can’t change who we are It ain’t no mistake We’re what little punks [15] aspire to be We’re like family[16];　sendin’ this out to all the young wannabes Rust rubbing off on their skin from their tarnished chains We ain’t gonna stop

[HOOK: YZERR] Kawasaki takin’ over the country Swervin’ from down Low to the TOP Today I’m shakin’ off my past Gonna take off with the accelerator at full throttle

[Verse 4: T-Pablow] From muddy water [17] to champagne From cup-noodles to lobster Unrelenting in the pursuit of my true self [I went] from “Boy A[18] ” to SUPERSTAR And then which rapper was it who turned into a millionaire? It was me, obviously (pablow) It was me, obviously Runnin’ you over with my R/C[19]  NINJA　[got my] Nintendo Famicom[20]  My town used to be a cheap imitation, rusting and peeling But I’ve gotta become famous in Kawasaki ward [The only way to do it is] to become a murderer or a rapper Like Al Capone instead of Al Pacino[21]  This ain’t about having influence, it’s a way of life I’m a trouble man

[HOOK: YZERR]

Kawasaki takin’ over the country Swervin’ from down Low to the TOP Today I’m shakin’ off my past Gonna take off with the accelerator at full throttle My Flow is gonna change This town’s fame and my fortune Breakin’ the chain, revving the engine Drifting [all over] the city

Translator’s Notes:

 [1] This uses a phrase that basically means “cutting the steering wheel” (ハンドルきる/HANDORU kiru).

 [2] He switches back and forth (as do a few of the other guys) between singular 俺 ore / rough-sounding “I” and rough-sounding plural “we” (using ore with suffixes tachi or ra).  I did my best with the pronouns in a couple places, but it wasn’t obvious if he was saying “we” or “I” in this line.  He said “I” in the Tokyo power-spot line, and then “we” in the certified invincible line next so…

 [3] This seems to be a play on 無免許 mumenkyo, meaning unlicensed (driver).  無敵 muteki means “invincible, unrivaled, undefeatable,” so basically, a license that can’t be taken away or a license to be whatever they want to be without limits.

 [4] The Ninja H2R is a hypersport motorcycle produced by Kawasaki Heavy Industries, Ltd.  It’s apparently only intended for closed-course racing and is not street-legal (so you can’t drive it on public roads or highways).  It’s hella fast, with a quoted max speed of 240mph/380kph, and since it doesn’t have to meet sound ordinances for public-street use, it’s also super loud.

 [5] Kawasaki has a yakuza presence and is the home grounds of the Yamakawa-ikka syndicate.  More info here, though the page is only in Japanese.

 [6] The word used is 目覚まし mezamashi meaning “alarm clock” or “keeping oneself awake.”

 [7] The word used is つぶやく tsubuyaku, which could mean either “to tweet (as in on Twitter)” or “to mutter/grumble.”

 [8] Ikegami is a city in the Kawasaki ward.

 [9] Gull-wing car doors hinge at the roof rather than on the sides, so they open upwards.  Some older-model cars (Mercedes Benz from the ‘50’s and ‘70’s) had gull-wing doors; as far as I know the only recent-ish model with them is the Tesla Model X.  This could also refer to the style of door on many Lamborghinis, which open on an angle rather than a real gull-wing (also called scissor doors or Lambo doors.) More on cars with gull-wing doors here and scissor doors here.

 [10] This seems to be a variation of the idiom 石橋を叩いて渡る / ishibashi tataite wataru which is literally translated as something like “inspecting the stone bridge [for damage] before crossing.”  The English equivalent is “look before you leap,” meaning, think about what you’re going to do and weigh the consequences before proceeding.  The way he’s phrased it (叩かねぇ石橋 / tataka nee ishibashi) has removed the verb for “crossing” but turned the verb for “inspecting” to a negative as well – so it’s literally something like, “I’m not even checking that bridge,” which in turn means he’s not being cautious or careful, but just doing what he wants without really thinking about it too much.  More info on the idiom here (in Japanese only).

 [11] Jenga is a game of physical skill where players take turns trying to remove and replace wooden bricks from a stack which becomes increasingly unstable as the game progresses.  More on Jenga here.

 [12] 昔カタギ mukashi katagi literally means “old-fashioned spirit, old-fashioned way of thinking,” which is the kind of thing you’d say about someone who is stuck in the past and doesn’t see what’s going on around them.

 [13] He says コルクメット KORUKU METTO, which is literally “cork helmet.”  Specifically, pith helmets are made of cloth-covered Indian cork, so I assume that’s what it’s meant to refer to.  More about pith helmets here.

 [14] This is a little loose.  The actual word is 浮浪者 furousha which means “vagrant, vagabond, tramp.”  

 [15] This is the noun ガキ gaki, which is a kind of derogatory word for kids.  It’s usually “brats, urchins, little devils” and the like, not typically well-behaved children.  The kids in the tough neighborhoods where they grew up want to be successful like them; they’re not necessarily saying the kids themselves are bad, but the area they’re from is not the greatest, so they’re all kind of assumed (by people who don’t know them) to be punks and hoods.

 [16] This isn’t family in the traditional sense – 繋がれる tsunagareru is defined as “to be tied together, to be connected to, to be related to” but not necessarily in a blood-relative kind of way.  This is like, “We understand where you’re from because we’re from there, too.”

 [17] So, 泥水 doromizu can mean either “muddy water” or “red light district.”  I’m going with water, because these lines are saying “We used to be on the bottom, now we’re on top,” or “We went from rags to riches.”

 [18] The only real references to 少年A / Shounen A I found online were in relation to the Kobe child murders (the murderer was given the nickname Shounen A since he was too young to have his name released in the media) – but I think this is just meant to mean, “I went from being from some no-name kid nobody knew to being a superstar.”

 [19] ラジコン / RAJIKON is short for radio-controlled, often abbreviated R/C.  This is usually a toy (typically a car or other vehicle) that you can control with a joystick or buttons to drive it around.  From the “Ninja” reference, and the references to the Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle earlier, I’m guessing he’s talking about a radio-controlled motorcycle toy.

 [20] 任天堂ファミコン Nintendou FAMIKON was the original Nintendo “Family Computer” platform that was remarketed and exported as the Famicom or simply N.E.S. in the US.  It was one of the best-selling game platforms of all time.  More info here.

 [21] Al Capone (also nicknamed “Scarface”) was a notorious American mafia gangster. Al Pacino is an American actor who plays a lot of gangster-type characters in movies (including a few loosely based on Al Capone), but is not, in fact, an actual gangster.  So one is (was) way more dangerous than the other, who is only acting like a gangster.