Little Red Corvette by Lady Symone
Little Red Corvette...
Little Red Corvette
By Lady Symone
Sesshoumaru reveled in the way the wind whipped his long silvery strands about in the strong breeze. He was in his element.
He lived for the soft humming of his beloved silver, convertible, Ferrari’s engine as he skillfully shifted the complicated gears; the light jazz sounding from the state-of-the-art stereo system; the rush of adrenaline as he took the bends and curves of the remote seaside road at 120 miles per hour, without even batting an eyelash. When he drove his sports car, there was nothing but him and the endless road ahead. There were no distractions. No children, no woman, no men, no fighting, no pain, no work, no lies. Just…that moment.
Sesshoumaru had always felt most comfortable amongst the trees, nature, and fresh air in general. He had quickly found out that trying to deny this part of himself, by wearing stiff suits and staying in his office until all hours of the night, would eventually lead to madness. His much-hated half-brother was a living testament to that fact.
***
The sun was setting in the west, painting the sky a striking orange, with arbitrary streaks of red. The warm colors slowly faded into a navy blue color above, as dusk fast approached; the stars weren’t quite visible yet. Sesshoumaru knew it would not be long before his overbearing father called ordering him to ‘get his ass home before dinner got cold.’ Pressing the gas pedal almost to the floor, he sped off, looking for a place to pull a youie and go back – to reality.
He heard the dull roar of another engine nearly a quarter of a mile before he actually saw the car in his rearview mirror. Sesshoumaru found himself mildly surprised, and dare he say…curious. The hundreds of times he had driven up and down this road, he had yet to see any other soul. Until now.
It was slightly irksome, he found. In some strange way, he felt like the road belonged to him, and him alone. How dare another have the audacity to drive on his claimed road?
The car of interest, Sesshoumaru noticed, was a little red Corvette. It was a sleek design, he had to admit; designed for speed and style. The Corvette and its driver were steadily gaining on his Ferrari, which was saying something. He glanced down at his speedometer. It read 150 mph. Sesshoumaru glanced up into his mirror and saw the sports car even closer to the bumper of his own.
Sesshoumaru grit his teeth and grudgingly accepted the fact that he would have to let the driver behind him past. Although he had no problem handling his vehicle at high speeds, he did not have a psychotic death wish by means of a fiery explosion – Hn. If that could really even kill him. He’d been through worse.
Pulling to the left as far to the left as the single-and-a-half wide lane would allow, he observed the red Corvette seamlessly change gears to further accelerate. Obviously a professional at handling sports cars, Sesshoumaru thought, as loath as he was to admit it.
Even his loud jazz music did not entirely muffle the deafening rumble of the other vehicle’s engine.
Silently cursing his curiosity getting the better of him, Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes flitted to his right-side window. Much to his displeasure, the Corvette’s windows were completely blacked out, the driver remaining a mystery. Who are you, the silver-haired man wondered.
***
Just as the car’s back wheels were passing Sesshoumaru’s front tire, the unthinkable happened.
A spew of mud flew up from the Corvette’s back tires, presumably from the soil-covered side of the road it was hugging. Sesshoumaru watched in horror-filled slow motion as the entire right side of his precious silver paint job was spattered with mud. His mind went unusually blank as he felt something cold and wet fleck across his cheek and forehead. Oh, no…they didn’t.
It as not long, however, before something akin to cold, hard ire replaced aforementioned mental blankness.
Harshly gritting his teeth, and growling dangerously low in his throat, Sesshoumaru slammed the gear forward and accelerated. He would teach this tender-footed neophyte how to truly handle a car!
The blatant impudence of today’s youth, driving expensive sports cars their daddies bought them disgusted Sesshoumaru to no end. Every single one of those novice motorists handled their cars like three-legged rhinoceroses!
They had simply no comprehension of the beauty of a well-oiled sports machine. To drive one, you had to take in the engine, the gear, the steering wheel; even the smell of new leather! You had to fully understand that you are at the car’s mercy, not the other way around. To control a sports car really means to become one with the sports car. There is one perfect moment of opportunity where one must accelerate or change gears, and newbies always missed it, causing their poor vehicle to stall.
Sesshoumaru unconsciously shook his head. Pathetic.
***
Now, nearly bumper-to-bumper with the red Corvette, Sesshoumaru’s keen eyes saw a gap next to the car that he deduced he would be able to slide into. Grasping the gearshift tighter in his right hand, he smoothly rotated the wheel so his mud-splattered Ferrari could creep up on the gap.
Then, the Corvette’s driver rolled the driver’s side window down. Still far back enough that he couldn’t see a face, Sesshoumaru narrowed his golden eyes while trying to see into the side veiw mirror. All he got was a twinkle of sapphire blue before he had to slam on his brakes. Sesshoumaru was now beyond pissed.
He, a world-renowned sports car driver, had just gotten cut off – by a Corvette.
Now feeling just a tad more…competitive, Sesshoumaru waited. He had memorized this road like the back of his lethal hand. Just around the corner, there was a substantial widening in the road, probably for about a mile. However, going at the speeds they were pushing, a mile wasn’t very long.
Smirking his signature smirk, Sesshoumaru put a death grip on the gearshift, preparing himself. Just a little further…
***
A dark chuckle that escaped the silver-haired man’s mouth was instantly snatched away by the high winds. He had them now.
Pushing the gearshift down and over, Sesshoumaru sped up, so he could be eye-to-eye with the motorist who had dared to cut him off. Finally, he would be able to see what kind of ankle-biter he was dealing with.
Despite his burning need to know, Sesshoumaru forced himself to glance over at the Corvette in his best ‘bored’ attitude. They had reached a flat and straight part of the road that went on for miles and miles up the coast, so they didn’t have to worry about crashing. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
The driver of the little red Corvette was neither a pimple-popping boy like he had thought, nor a mindless teenager like he had believed. Far from it, in fact. It was a young woman, with long blackish-blue hair that was whipping around her face. Her arms, from what he could see, were toned and slightly more tan than the average Japanese woman. Then, there were her eyes. The instant Sesshoumaru had connected sights with the female, he had been lost in the deep blue color.
He snapped out of his haze when a stunning smile crossed her fair visage, and her eyes shimmered with amusement. The wench was laughing at him!
Trying to figure out how to teach the impudent young woman a lesson without killing her, Sesshoumaru didn’t catch her lazily leaning her long, sylphlike arm out the window at first. He saw something resembling a white rectangle between her tapered fingers. Fingers he wouldn’t mind putting into his mouth and…damn! Focus, Sesshoumaru growled in his mind.
The moment she opened her fingers, the little white card got caught in the slipstream between the two sports cars, and went flying back towards Sesshoumaru. Possessing youkai reflexes, he easily snagged it just before it went hurtling past his head. He looked down.
The card was a business card. It said: Higurashi Kagome, with a cell number down below. Quirking an eyebrow, Sesshoumaru flipped the card over, looking for additional information, yet finding none. He looked up to see Kagome give him a playful wink before pulling shades down over her flirtatious eyes. She must have shifted gears once more, because before Sesshoumaru knew, she was speeding off into the sunset. He could have easily caught her, of course, but he knew he had pressing obligations at home.
***
After finding a small town to turn around, Sesshoumaru looked down at the card he had placed between two fingers. Perhaps he might just give this ‘Kagome’ a call. He shifted in his leather seat, certain body parts being aroused at her coquettish behavior. It wasn’t often a woman knew how to handle a sports car so well. It was rather…hot.
Thinking of the next time they would meet, and all the fun…activities…they could do together, Sesshoumaru couldn’t help the unabashed predator’s grin that crossed his lips. Yes, his mind purred, what fun indeed.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey everyone! This is just a little something I wrote a long time ago. I have a few other oneshots on my hard drive that I haven't uploaded to Dokuga yet...I don't think oneshots are really my speciality. But I put this one up in celebration of a couple things. First, that "One Last History" has done so well! EEE, I'm so happy! Over 1,000 reads already. We're still working on the reviews, no? :D Second, I have finally acquired over 1,000 hits to my profile page! Could this mean I'm making headway as far as getting my work out there? Anyway, this is to all the readers and amazing people who have gotten me there. Thank YOU!!!! <3
I kind of like the playful feel of this one. I don't do a whole lot of pure humor pieces unfortunately. Also, I KNOW SQUAT ABOUT CARS!!! So if you see any mechanical issues, feel free to point them out, but don't judge meeeee! I don't even have my license yet, even though I'm 18 1/2. I know...it's....weird. But trust me when I say, that you all wouldn't be driving either if you knew about the mechanisms of cars - and the stupidity of other drivers. That's the part that scares me the most. "Oh, yeah! I can TOTALLY drive while talking to rowdy friends in the backseat AND texting at the SAME TIME!!!" Please. Just please.
Get off your freaking phones, and concentrate on driving darnnit! You're going to kill someone!
Anyway...hope you all liked! Love ya' :D