Wish upon a star ((Wish))

You know what the next best thing to perfect, free, motion with your own to legs. Perfect free motion with four wheels, a V8 and one hell of a paint job. Zane was as awesome as could be today and pimped down to his toes in horsepower. It was rare he spied a car this hot to swap D.N.A with, only on real lucky days. Even more so, today was by far luckier then any other. You see do to several parties and festival's going on in the south of the city today, the mid section there were in was relatively clear of cars.

This meant one important thing to Wish, he had all day to drive around as a Purple modified Camaro with no one in sight to get in his way. I mean how could it possibly get any better then that. He could pop donuts, drive back and forth from reverse to forward, skid till his hearts content maybe even take himself off a ramp if he could find one. There wasn't much he couldn't do with the way the day seemed to be playing out. No telling what else such a marvelous day had in store for him.

Ripping down the street with his gas pedal to the floor, who was gonna stop him. There wasn't a police officer in the city that could keep up with him in this bad boy. Not to mention the spectacular amount of control he had since he actually was the car. He could hit every button on his dash at once if he wanted to, honk the horn while unrolling every window and blasting the C.D in his radio. It was like sprinting down the street, except with a jet pack strapped to your back.

Then again, he didn't actually want to hit anyone, so when he would see pedestrian or other cars, he did control himself. Zane may be alot of things but he certainly wasn't an dickhead. If he accidentally killed someone he wouldn't be able to live with himself. Good thing for him the streets were mostly clear. Stopping for a street crosser every now and again wasn't bad, neither was waiting for other cars to move from one street to the next, those things he could deal with. Stop signs, speed limits and red lights on the other hand, he couldn't stand. Only stopping at them when he had to let another person go by.

Now this sounds good in practice, but when cops actually come by, it may not be so smart. Ok, maybe it doesn't even sound good in practice, the point being, things heated up rather quick for Zane when he crossed the wrong police officer. Officer Jim McDermott to be totally accurate, a lawman who had no tolerance at all for speeders and thirty years on the force to make him one of the saltiest guys around. When you had him on your tail, you knew you were gonna get busted.

Speeding through a red light and down passed a stop sign, Jim would clock him going 110 in a fifty zone. Blood boiling he hopped in his patrol car as fast as his feet would move him and called for back up, splaying Zanes position and description all over the police radio. It would only take moments for a swarm of police officers to come piling at him. It looked as though Wish had got himself into another one of those jams with the law, what's new this week.

Coming from the right and left of him, the officers would attempt to box him in. He was to smart for this, however, promptly throwing the car in reverse followed by an incredibly tight u turn to the opposite direction. That wouldn't be the end of it though, more would come piling at him. Each one attempting to maneuver him into some stuck space, each one failing miserably as they fiddled with their cars. There was no way they would be able to out move a living automobile, no way in hell.

Tearing out of a nearly completed police officer circle, he would head down main street, his destination was Times square. If he could get there, he'd be able to lose them in all the hustle and bustle easily. That would be harder done then said, however, as they weren't merely trying to trap him anymore. Out for blood now, the officers were attempting to smash him down with their ramming grills. This would bode badly for wish as he needed to remain in one piece, that is if he didn't want to shift out with a broken leg.

Pumping the gas to it's max, he would rip around them going 200 miles per hour. Complete control at 200 mph was hard to obtain but the years of free running and moving around as a car made it all be difficult for him. Even better then getting away though was watching the officers attempt to even match have of where he was going, completely lost in his dust. Just for safe measure he would turn down several streets, criss cross around and eventually arrive at his destination of Times Square.

It was here he would shift out of his car form back into a human. Making sure to be as inconspicuous as possible, he revved into an ally to make the swap. Transforming back his car like form would condense quickly. Where there was once a gorgeous piece of automobile glory, there was now a gorgeous piece of god like beauty. On his legs were ripped blue jeans, his upper body left shirtless. His hair was short enough to be put in messy, tasseled like spikes and his feet remained bare as always.

From there his action wouldn't end though, instead it would merely begin. With his adrenaline pumping and his body already worked up, it was time for him to freerun it out. Doing a quick stretch before he took off to keep his muscles primed. He would bend over in a sprinters stance, count to three in his head and then take off.

Bursting out of the alley with a wall run followed by a tic tac off the corner of the opposite wall. He would land mid way down, saving him self with a forward hand spring and a double tuck front flip. It was here he would hit a small statue like object, which he would promptly rebound of off, sprint back forward and pop vault over, this time an extended body front flip being used to set himself up for a landing. Landing perfectly on the balls of his feet he wouldn't' stop for a minute and instead began doing back handsprings followed by tucked double back flips, alternating them for effect.

It was all fun and games at this point for him, he was even beginning to draw a large crowd from the masses that were standing around. Nothing was better then hearing some whistling and applause as you did what you loved. Even better though was the look in the kid's eyes as he blew there minds away with numbingly amazing acrobatic routine. Like an urban Olympic performance, he was burning hot and knew that nothing was gonna stop him now.

Nothing felt better then meandering to the crowd. There uproarious cheers, the hoorah's and the clapping, oh how he loved the clapping. Screams, jumps, the sound of feet smacking against the concrete. It was the perfect musical backdrop to his physical urban symphony and nothing complimented the duo better then his high level of showmanship. A true risk taker, one of the greatest thrill artists around. It was hard to find someone that had the sheer amount of testicular fortitude that he possessed.

It would seem as though there was someone ready to try though. Before he could even finish his audience pandering back handspring, a challenger approached. When I say approached, I mean erupted onto the scene in a flurry of acrobatic masterpieces. A dead on one eighty front tuck would be launched right over Zane. To which he would be lying if he said wasn't impressive. In fact it was d*mn right astounding, definitely not something your average acrobat would be capable of doing.

He was never one to be one upp'ed, however, if anything he would take advantage of this newcomer. If he tried hard enough and planned right he'd be able to use him to do one of the best tricks yet. This want to pwn him would be further exasperated when the man would use him as a prop yet again. This time administering a crufix shaped dive into a tucked front flip. The annoying yet amazing part was that he used Zane's feet as a launching pad for the technique.

He would get his come up'ench though. Wish had been plotting it from the moment the man entered his acrobatic zone. His body gaining inertia and power as he launched through his back flips and back hand springs. Each time granting him more and more energy. All of this was in preperation for a mind blowing finale, all he needed was for the man to stand still for a single moment. Luckily this would come sooner then he expected.

As the challenger finally stood up, arms raised and singing, that's when Zane would take off into the sky. Pushing off his hands, all the energy he had gained would launch him into four tucked front flips from around fifteen feet away. This wasn't the special part, however, that was where he landed. His body would hit smack dab on the opposite mans shoulders. Not just any pose would be held either, no he had to show boat it out.

Landing in the position of the famous statue known as The Thinker upon the mans shoulders, Zane face pointed towards the crowd with a mockingly serious face on. Before the man below him would even be able to react, he shifted from his position into that of a handstand. Balanced perfectly on the other man's shoulders, he swung down like a pendulum and slid in between his legs. Body grinding against the cement, the high amounts of energy making it look quite smooth.

The crowd would go apeshit wild, he had truly clowned the man and following his slide, stood up to face his adversary. Walking towards him ready to give him a hand slap and a shoulder bump in respect. If anything he knew the man would want to know the identity of the first human with balls the size of planets. As well, Zane was curious to see who possessed such amazing skills, such skills that even Wish himself was shocked to see some of the tricks being administered.

Walking to face the man he would get a good look at him. Around five foot and a some over a half, possibly seven or eight. Jet black hair with blond highlights that was nicely quaffed to say the least. Obviously he had a rocking body, he wouldn't have been able to do have those moves if he didn't. As for his clothing it all followed the same dark rocker theme which made the sleeves of tattoo's on his arms look that much better. Finally his eye's were an oddly recognizable blue, as though he had seen them before, very deja vu'ey indeed.

Hands locking, shoulders bumping and a mutual exchange of back slaps would be issued from both. Obviously he was more then simply an experianced acrobat, but a man of honor. Another, less dignified, person could have taken the outstanding move offensively and tried to start drama with Zane. Luckily this wouldn't be the case here it seemed. It all seemed like Wish had met a cool new friend, that is until the man would speak and everything would finally be revealed.

"The names, Gabriel, but you can call me Showtime."

It was all a complete rush in Zanes mind, like his entire being had been thrown through a powerful wind tunnel. Both sucking and blowing him upwards and downwards, the very air in him nearly knocked out of his chest. How could it be, this man was his very best childhood friend from London. The same friend whom he parted way's with at the age of sixteen to pursue more adventurous interests. That was the last time he heard from Gabriel.

He thought about him nearly every day, at least in the back of his mind where all the true memories of the past lie. The fantasies he would have meeting up with Gabriel one day and returning to the life they formally had. Not the orphan part, definitely not that, but the fun, thrilling and always fresh life of renegades. This was the life he had always secretly missed and despite everything, attempted to integrate into his life as much as he could.

All of these fantasies would now come to fruition though, he had finally found his long sought soul brother after all these years. What was the first thing he should do though, it was rather obvious, play a nice practical joke on him. It was for old time sake, they used to love doing such things to each other. This would be the perfect way for him to get Showtime thinking about the old days before he popped the bubble on who he really was to him.

"Names Yuusuke Ryouken and I gotta say, those were some amazing moves bro. Where'd you learn to flip around like that, never met someone who could keep up with me on such a move by move level."

He would hold his accent back and use proper english, definitely not using his normal tone. If Gabriel heard his real voice, there's no doubt he would know who he was. Not to people had the same accent and diction as Zane and even fewer looked like him to boot. Hopefully his old pal would go for the trick and the real fun would begin. Until then he would do his best to keep his real identity in the dark. Besides, it wouldn't hurt him to wait a bit before knowing who he was, who knows, it could be fun.