Rev it Up

Showdown

Bakugou could hear the sounds of bikes long before he was around the corner. It looked like a party when he arrived on the cliff. People and their bikes were everywhere, parked, doing doughnuts, racing each other. This was nothing like the gatherings Dorami had.
In the centre of it all was a black and white motorcycle, a girl standing on the seat, laughing manically. Her massive pigtails bobbed with her head, hands placed on her hips, which were wrapped in a red plaid skirt. Below her stood a freckled girl in military fatigues, her hair in a short black style.
Pig tail girl was the leader. Bakugou could sense that from a mile away, that dominant personality, the way everybody had her at centre stage. 
Bakugou drove his bike toward her, parking it with a smooth drift.
"I'm here, like you wanted. What's your fucking challenge?"
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in!" The gang leader announced in a taunting voice. "I thought the little dandelion head wouldn't show!"
"Who are you calling Dandelion?" Bakugou growled as the other gang members closed in.
"It's unfortunate. I was really hoping to put a little more red on that friend of yours."
Bakugou scowled. She was trying to make him crack, but it was only giving him more determination.
"What's this challenge?"
"Straight to the point, aren't you, little boy? I haven't even told you my name."
Bakugou raised an eyebrow. This girl was absolutely crazy. And her voice sounded like she should be narrating a show about world history...or one of Uotani's classmates. Bakugou wanted to punch her.
"I'm Junko Enoshima and I'm the leader of the Despairs!~ Welcome to my challenge!" She waved her arm toward the empty strip leading toward the guardrail on the edge of the cliff. "We both have to drive toward the cliff. Whoever puts on the breaks or swerves away first looses."
"So, it's a game of chicken? Real creative." Bakugou rolled his eyes.
"Too cowardly to go through with it?"
"Fuck no." Bakugou smirked devilishly. "Bring it on."
The pair pulled their bikes into place, facing the cliff edge. The black haired girl stood in the way, waving a checkered flag.
"Ready?" She asked, voice soft and shy.
"Of course we are." Junko stated without asking Bakugou. But he was more than ready. He already had a plan.
"Three." The black haired girl stepped out of the way.
"Two." She lifted the flag above her head.
"O-"
"STOP!" A single voice cried out over the others, one that should not have been here. A familiar blond ponytailed head emerged from the bushes. Saki ran into the track, holding her arms out at her sides. "I'm not letting him do this."
"Who the fuck are you?" Junko asked, glaring at Saki with complete disgust.
"It's none of your business who we are."
"We?"
A roar sounded from the bushes and two forms on bikes leapt from the same place Saki had.
Celty was carrying a massive Scythe and the motor of her bike sounded almost...horselike? She swung the weapon in a circle, causing an entire group of the Despairs to retreat in the blink of an eye. Uotani drove up next to her, waving a metal pipe around.
"Dorami isn't known for leaving a man behind."
"You weren't supposed to tell anybody." Junko hissed.
"Enoshima," one of the gang members, a guy wearing a large hat, approached the pigtailed girl's bike, "I never took you for the biking type." He removed the hat, revealing a massive pompadour.
"Owada!" Saki greeted. "Good to see you."
"I heard there was a party and I just couldn't miss it."
Somehow unshaken by this turn of events, Junko laughed loudly. "You really think five little misfits can defeat my entire gang?"
"I'm sure Celty could beat you all ten times over by herself." Saki bragged. "Now, why don't you all run off before you become so dead, even Kotarō couldn't bring you back to life."
Some of the Despair members slipped away at these words, a few even leaving their bikes behind.
"I'm not leaving until somebody takes my challenge!" Junko whined.
"Fine. I'll take it." Saki declared. "But be warned; I've never lost one of these things."
Bakugou pulled his bike out of the lane as Saki grabbed one of the discarded Despair bikes. As she drove up, the others gathered closely to watch.
"Saki," Bakugou called out to her, curious about what outcome to expect.
Saki leaned down so the two could speak privately.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Relax. I've done this before. I'll survive." She winked at him before rising once again.
"Three, two, one." The black haired girl counted down, lowering the flag on three. Saki and Junko's bikes launched forward, clearing the ground in less than a second.
Bakugou held his breath as both machines slammed into the guardrail in sync, flying through the air at top speed. They seemed to hover for a second before dropping, like a character in an old cartoon. The crowd gasped as an explosion ripped through the air, ringing through their ears.
But Bakugou knew better. He knew that Saki was undead, that she couldn't die like this. He felt oddly tranquil about what he should be viewing as a disaster.
"It's a tie." One of the Despair members stated as the black haired girl ran to the edge of the cliff, screaming Junko's name.
"It's not a tie." Saki pulled herself over the edge of the cliff, hair singed and face glowing with a bright smile. "Junko Enoshima is dead. The Despairs are over for good."
"Saki, you lived!" Mondo ran up to the gang leader, giving her a rib shattering hug.
"Listen up!" She called out to the remaining Despairs, "the last time I did this, there was a wholesome life lesson taught and then we had a concert and I sang a dope ass song. But Fran Chou Chou isn't here, so I want all you other fakes to go home and never do gang shit again." She gathered the Dorami leaders toward her. "It's time for some late night Drive-In Tori's."