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There's a long, stunned silence, broken by a veritable symphony of cracking knuckles and Kame hugs Jin's waist more tightly as the crowd starts converging on them, but the leader--who he has dubbed Pompadour--waves at his men to stand down as he wheels over to them. "Brother," he says, clapping Jin on the shoulder and making him jump.
"Are you talking to me?" he squeaks.
Pompadour nods solemnly. "Yes brother, you. Now usually something like that would mean we immediately turned your sorry guts inside out," Jin gulps, "but I know not everyone's aware of the rules of the turf--"
"I thought I did, I even watched Faster & Furiouser 6x," Jin mourns.
"--so we could be persuaded to let you go under certain...conditions. If you lent us your little lady for some fun--"
"Over my dead body!!!" Jin howl as he takes a furious swing at Pompadour, though thankfully falls short.
Kame hisses at him to shut the fuck up even as he bristles at the comment, but recognizes the opportunity to get them out of this mess. "I'm sorry, but I happen to be male," he scoots back and allows them to see his very flat chest, "and am probably of no interest to you, so if you would be so kind as to let us go I can assure you that my partner and I will never bother you again." Kame kicks Jin in the back of the knee. "Ever. Isn't that right, dear?" and Jin nods frantically, only now becoming aware of just how much trouble he's gotten them in to.
Only for the attempt to fail miserably as Pompadour says, "Don't be like that sweet pea, Big Boss don't discriminate. I'm sure we can have lots of," he licks his lips, "fun together."
"Oh yeah?! Well he doesn't want to so sucks to be you, shithead," Jin yells indignantly as he blows a raspberry at him, and Kame wonders if he should just kill his boyfriend now and spare the gangsters the trouble.
Pompadour is surprisingly calm about it though, only says, "How about a race?" and grins as he watches Jin perk up. "Knew that'd get your attention. If you win, we let you go. I win, and you take a nice swim in the bay while we get down and dirty with your honey."
Jin thrusts his fist in to the air and shouts, "Hell yeah! I'll win and that'll show you pansies--" but chokes as Kame yanks him back by the collar then quickly squeezes himself in front, grabbing hold of the handlebars.
"Like hell I'm going to entrust my future well-being to this idiot. I'll race you," he declares, and when he challenges them to say anything the leader just gives an amused chuckle.
He then sets the destination, over Jin's weak protests in the background. "Here to the intersection of Daiyama and Ohou, you know the place?"
Kame gives an indifferent shrug. "Fine with me."
Pompadour smirks. "Yeah? You better be damn sure you do, 'cause I can't wait to test drive that fine ass of yours."
"You can't have it, it's mine!" Jin shrieks. Kame elbows him in the stomach, then shoots his opponent a disdainful glare.
"Well then, it's a shame you'll never get the chance to isn't it?"
And it seems that this official exchange of insults is sufficient, as the rest of the gang rides ahead to wait at the finish line, leaving one member behind to start them. Then, they're off.
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