The heart beats in time with the engine, and the blood in the veins boils like gasoline, heated by movement. These are exactly the feelings you experience when you are on a dark empty highway.

But today it's lively; lots of people, music from cars and different colors in the dark. Night rally racing in this city was not uncommon, as was your constant presence. You have your crowd, they love your car. When communicating with familiar racers, you are distracted by a pat on the shoulder and turn around, your eyes shining brighter than the headlights.

"Long time no see, sae." a cat’s smile appears on the face of your once and always friend.

"Horangi!" you almost squeal with joy, throwing yourself into the arms of the guy who recoiled from your intensity.

The next ten minutes were spent discussing their separation, how you started restyling your dear Nissan Silvia and how Horangi at that time was running away from debts on the highways, traveling all over the country and beyond. This newfound communication was as refreshing as the race for which the old friend was here.

“How about a friendly race, eh, sae? You've probably forgotten what it means to lose." - Horangi inserts playfully, and the fire in his eyes is visible even in the depths of black.