High & Low Higher Grounds 「Amamiya Kyodai」

4th Act: WHITEOUT

It's not the destination, but the trip getting there that matters. (Or so they say.) It's the same when it comes to a rider. It's not only about the bike, but the way the rider treats the bike. He/She is in control of the elements, regardless of their severity. And today, Hikari experienced that. The rumble, the roar of the straight pipes, and the low-slung feeling in the seat. The smell of a hog, was mixed with slight gasoline fumes, waves of heat coming up from the engine, and the rush of wind all about. It was a short ride, but hard to forget.

Hiroto drove hitting his curious stares behind his Black RayBan Wayfarer sunglasses. He had already met with the fair and pale-skinned girl, three times. Though, he didn't know who she was. Yet, there she was sitting in front of his motorcycle. He never let anyone sit or even touch his bike. She was the first girl, who managed to touch his black beauty. A girl, that could handle two wheels. A girl, who could defend herself. That girl got a bit of his attention.

Without any warning, Hiroto brakes abruptly. The faint electrical hum in the background sounds in the street, was covered by the wheels mark against the road. Hikari didn't fall off, only because she was holding the steering wheel forcefully. Hiroto descend his feet on the ground and balanced his bike. He straightened his figure, making room for the girl to climb off.

Hikari noted her motorbike a few steps away from them. She freed her hands and climbed off. She glanced at Hiroto, one more time. His facial expressions made him look softer. But the sunglasses hit the basic aspect. She grabbed her helmet and sat on her motorcycle. She turned the engine on and wore her helmet. She gazed at Hiroto, one last time.

"See ya around," Hikari said with a sweet tone. Honestly, she even surprised herself. She hadn't talked like that for years. Anyway, she bypassed her odd voice and decided that it was time to go.

Hiroto gave her a light nod. Indeed, he caught himself wanting to ask her a few things. But, for the time being, he needed to find Smokey and ask him about his brother.

Both of them didn't say anything else and left.

A few moments later and Masaki was standing around the corner between the main road that was connecting the Nameless city with the rest. His bike was just stolen, as he helped a girl escape. "Hiroto!" he yelled as he noticed his brother driving off. "The girl!" he added as the girl he helped passed next to him inside a car. And his stolen bike followed on top of a silver track. "Bike!?" he whooped.

Hikari was the last one who passed by. He noticed Masaki at the corner mumbling to himself. She stopped. The view was quite funny. But that wasn't the reason she stopped. A few minutes ago, his brother had just helped her. She wasn't that insensitive to ignore him.

"What happened to you?" she asked with a smile on her face. Honestly, that Amamiya brother could have silly moments. He didn't look at all like his brother.

Masaki raised his eyes. He was more than glad to see Hikari. "The girl from the club. I forgot your name!" he said as he rubbed his head.

"No, you didn't forget it. I never told you my name," she answered honestly. "So, what happened?" she asked him seriously.

Masaki got closer and lean against her ear and whispered "I lost my bike."

Hikari couldn't avoid it and laughed. It sounded really silly. "What do you mean you lost your bike," she asked confused.

"Well it got stolen!" he said as he lowered his eyes embarrassed and looked at his shoes.

Hikari thought he should be ashamed of losing his bike. But she had not the time to go through it. She surely would help him. But she needed to check on Smokey and Lala and see if they were alright. "Where did it get stolen?" she asked him.