73. Park-Your driving really sucks you know that?

It had taken him five years of knowing the guy, but Gokudera finally knew something Yamamoto Takeshi wasn't naturally good at.

The guy couldn't drive a car to save his life.

Brown eyes looked worriedly at the death grip his passenger had on his seat.

"Uh, Gokudera? I think you can relax a little. Tsuna wouldn't like the holes you're making on the seat."

Gokudera only had the nerve to shoot him a deadly glare before he chose to focus on his breathing and inner chanting. Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm- oh for god's sake why couldn't Yamamoto suck at something not life threatening?

He swallowed down the bile in his throat, reminding himself that he had dodged bullets, escaped many life or death situations and had saved the future. How would it look if a simple driving test was what killed him?

He opened one eye, trying to judge where they were at. But the world was flying by too fast, buildings and people becoming little blurs of color to Gokudera's eyes. He quickly shut his eyes and began to pray.

Yamamoto of course had the biggest grin on his face. The idiot was enjoying himself. And Gokudera was focusing on not throwing up his lunch. He had always know that Reborn had the oddest training simulations for the young Vongola, but when the now slightly taller hitman (Verde was still working on a way to return the Arcoblano's to their true ages) had suggested that they all learn how to drive Gokudera had thought that maybe the hitman was going to go easy on them for once. But since when in his life had anything been easy?

They had all found out that driving skill had nothing to do with their actual battle abilities. Three days after the start of the whole ordeal and Gokudera had been the first to pass Reborn's 'driving obstacle escape route test of doom', which had led to the shiny new license currently in his wallet. Next had been Hibari, who had no regard for rules whatsoever, which seemed to please the little hitman. Mukuro, Ryohei and the girls seemed to quickly grasp the basic concepts and had also procured a license.

That left Tsuna and Yamamoto. The two males had struggled greatly with the whole idea of paying attention to the actual road and the idea that a brake pedal existed. Well mostly these were problems Yamamoto was facing, Tsuna was just struggling with the idea of multitasking and the fear of other drivers around him. So Reborn had taken the liberty of asking Lal Mirch teaching Tsuna and Gokudera teaching the baseball idiot.

Gokudera fought the urge to yell when Yamamoto took one of the curves going about 70mph. His stomach dropped and he bit his lip to stop the stream of curses from leaving his mouth. The idiot had the worst case of having a lead foot that Gokudera was surprised the gas pedal still functioned properly.

Breathing deeply through his mouth, Gokudera sent up a small prayer that the 10th was okay with the crazy woman.

"Do you want the radio on or something? You've been awfully quite Dera." Yamamoto's eyes once again left the road to glance at the Storm Guardian.

Gritting his teeth together, Gokudera snapped. "Eyes on the fucking road moron."

There was a soft sigh of discontentment from Yamamoto before his eyes finally settled on the empty road. Luckily Reborn had thought to use a more deserted part of Italy to try this whole little endeavor on.

"So is that a no to the music?"

Gokudera was practically bleeding from how deep his fingernails were digging into his sweaty palms.

"I don't want any music, what I want is for you to focus on the learning how to drive!"

Yamamoto laughed, smiling like Gokudera had told a hilarious joke.

"Calm down Gokudera! I'm not doing that badly. Reborn even said I've been improving."

"Yeah, because you haven't hit anything in four days."

"But still! Give it a week more and I'm sure I'll pass the baby's test!"

Gokudera shuddered at the thought of riding in a moving metal vehicle of death with Yamamoto for another full week. He'd never live to see his 10 year later self at this rate.

He raised a hand covered in rings to his forehead and growled, "You know what? I've had enough, just pull into one of those empty spots."

"Whatever you say Gokudera!" Yamamoto quipped and Gokudera swallowed at the determined glint that snuck onto his face.

Yamamoto jerked the steering wheel harshly, skidding into an open spot, barley avoiding the very expensive looking Benz parked ahead of him.

He turned to Gokudera, smiling brightly and looking very much like a puppy.

"See Gokudera! I'm getting a lot better. Now I can park without hitting anything!"

The bomber simply flew out of the car and kissed the parking lot.

A/N: So begins my attempt at 100 Themes (do you get how I made park as in park the car? It's a stretch but whatever). I hope to update these frequently since they're mostly for fun, stay tunned! I do not own anything!