Fast And The Furious (Heavy Editing)

Tokyo Drift

Akira's POV

After checking on Owen at the hospital, I flew back to Tokyo. To my surprise, Han had already crossed paths with my cousin Takashi.  

Classic Han, always finding trouble. It's been over a month since we arrived in Tokyo. Now we're standing in the underground parking lot of some sketchy building.

"Yo, look. Someone's hitting on your girlfriend," I said, smirking as I patted Takashi's shoulder. He glanced over, raising a brow. "Who's the tourist?"

"What's with you and the schoolgirls, D?" Han teased eating some snacks. "You're moving up in the world. Time to elevate your company."

Takashi didn't respond—too busy stalking toward the new guy. Of course, we followed. 

Can't miss the drama.

"Hey! He was just leaving," Twinkie interjected, trying to play peacekeeper. Takashi ignored him. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded, sizing up the new kid.

"Uh, sorry. I don't speak Japanese," the boy replied, looking clueless but kinda cute.

'Aw, look at him playing innocent.'

Then, in classic Takashi fashion, he grabbed Neela, kissed her cheek, and hugged her from behind like he was marking territory. 

Ugh, what do you even see in her? I'm literally right here, and I'm way prettier.

"Understand that, gaijin?" Takashi sneered. Neela, as usual, tried to diffuse the situation. "We were just talking," the boy said, hands up defensively.

"This isn't your scene. Leave," Neela chimed in.

The boy frowned. "That word you called me—gaijin or whatever—what does it mean?"

"It means, turn around and keep walking," Takashi replied coldly.

"That's exactly what we're gonna do. Come on, man, let's roll. Yo, look, man, he's Yakuza," Twinkie whispered, pulling the kid away.

The kid wasn't done, though. "Now, see, that's funny. I thought this was, like, a free country where a girl could talk to whoever she wants."

I couldn't hold back my laugh. "Free? Brat, nothing's free. Not even the oxygen you're breathing—costs you some carbon dioxide in return. Just saying."

Takashi stepped forward, towering over him. "You know who I am, boy?" The kid smirked. "Yeah, you're like the Justin Timberlake of Japan, right?"

I snorted so loud I almost choked. "The kid's got balls."

Twinkie, meanwhile, was panicking. "Damn, man. You know Yakuza? The Mafia? Look, sorry, DK-san. Monkey didn't have his banana today," he said, dragging the boy back.

Han clapped Takashi on the back. "Hey, D, let's go. It's race time." We started to walk away when the kid called out, "Hey, good luck, Timberlake!"

I nearly doubled over laughing. "Oh my God, he did not just say that." Takashi turned, murder in his eyes. "You're the one who's lucky, because I'm about to race."

The kid shrugged. "Then let's race."

"With what? Your skateboard?" Takashi taunted. "Easy to talk big when you've got no ride." Han, being Han, threw his car keys. "Take mine."

"Let's race," Takashi growled, glaring at him like he'd betrayed him.

Han just shrugged. "What? I wanna see what the kid's got." I waved as I followed Takashi. "See you upstairs, Timberlake."