Hounchida

I’ll set this place on fire

To burn up your heart

I wanna make you go crazy


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"Oy," came a bored voice from the door, "phone for you."

The young man with his hair long on one side smirked unkindly, and got up to take the device from the one at the door. 

"Yo," he said softly, listening to the other, "Oh really? You bring your best, I'll still win."

The other person seemed to taunt him. 

"Keep talking like that and it won't be just your ass you'll owe me." He hung up on the other person and handing the cellphone back to the other, who looked at him with excitement in his gaze. "Race tonight," he said with a grin. The other smiled back, knowing what to do and left him alone.

Hounchida hummed lightly and walked to look out of the barred window of his office, which was was in an abandoned building. The office itself was dark, messy, with graffiti on the walls. Down below, some nice cars that looked too nice to be here were gathering, people who also seemed to be dressed in expensive looking street clothes were gathering too, showing off their speakers, hydraulics, paint jobs and lights. He of course was the King, the peasants could play but he'd make his appearance later when his challenger arrived.

The person on the phone was a young man, and Houn could tell right away the younger male had a crush on him. As a joke, or he'd made it sound like a joke, that if the young man lost, he'd have to submit to a night alone with him and that our devil had dibs on tops. The reverse would mean the other could do as he wished. Which meant he'd most likely get himself eaten either way. 

In the time since he'd crawled out of that summoning ritual, he'd made quite the name from himself HK the King of Speed, Drift, and style. Hot cars, hot company. The hype was all so very delicious.

The hours whiled away and the sun set, the unique bumping of music was heard and HK started awake from a nap to look down. The hot pink under light on the Lamborghini was meant to mock his hair. It had been pink lately, reflecting his over amount of lustful satisfaction these days. Everyone he met thought it was just an interesting dye job. Ha. A knock at his door meant it was time.

So he put on a jacket and strutted out into the cool night air. His phone guy walked ahead, announcing him.

"OHHHHH, here he is, you want himm you need him! It's the KING, H-Kaaaayyyyyy!"

He walked out like a celebrity, the sparkling people around him in their colorful clothes cheering as he approached the man getting out of the slick silver vehicle. he certainly was cute.

"You ready? You'll eat your words tonight." said the challenger.

"I'll eat more than that." he teased, wiping his lips with a thumb. The other shifted and grinned. 

"Then get your wheels punk, let's do this."

The crowd parted right on schedule as phone guy pulled HK's car up behind him. The souped up McLaren in bright green with black decals revved it's engine. 

"Let's." said HK with a grin.

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It wasn't long before the two cars were beside one another before a stretch of highway, a girl in a tight metallic silver outfit came out to wave the flag to start. The crowd was cheering. He shot the challenger one more smirk before the girl gave the signal and all that was left behind was rubber streaks on the concrete.

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Loud screams are devilish melodies, the connection to a black poison