Speed Racer: The Next Generation is owned by… somebody. It's not me, so don't ask.
This story goes somewhat with my other TNG story, "The Next Generation of the Next Generation". You don't have to read it to understand this fic, but it really clears some things up in both stories. This is the first chapter out of five, for now. I might add more stuff later, but for now, it's just going to be five chapters. I'll try to post once or twice every other week, but no promises. I hope you enjoy!
"My brother is an idiot…" 18 year old Speed mumbled out of the corner of his mouth as he walked through the campus. The streetlights were on, and the sky was dark. It matched the tone of the day perfectly. "It's not my fault I… ok, it's my fault, but I didn't pay that much attention in health class. Blame the teachers, not me."
"Speed, wait up!" shouted X, running to catch up to his brother.
"I told you, it happened, it's over, nothing can be done about it now." said Speed.
"Not true" X stopped to catch his breath. "There's always… options."
"I'm not doing to my kid what my dad did to me." said Speed. "And I'm certainly not killing it off. I'd kill myself first before I let that happen."
"Isn't that Lucy's call?" said X. "I mean, you're the guy, here-"
"I'm not running off, either." Speed rolled his eyes. "It's my fault that this kid is going to be born, it's not his or hers!"
"I still think you're doing the wrong thing. You're basically giving up your racing career just for some snot nosed kid that an orphanage would be more than willing to ta-" Speed gave him a look that told him to shut up. He was about two seconds away from punching him in the face.
"Don't tell me what to do… brother." Speed turned around and started to walk to the dorms when X screamed,
"You aren't doing that kid any favors, either!"
Speed took a deep breath and continued walking, not making eye contact with his brother at all. He had a feeling that now was not the time to get mad over a little thing like a negative comment. He was eighteen, and that meant that he could make his own decisions. He wished he had a time machine and could go back to when he was sixteen, successful, and relatively innocent compared to what he was now.
….
The next morning, Speed woke up knowing that it was going to be a miserable day. The previous two and a half months before it had been a downhill slope, so why would this day be any different? He didn't attend classes anymore, because he had mastered all that the teachers had to teach, but he was allowed to stay because of the circumstances, and that he was Spritle's nephew. It was funny, Spritle had been the person he had been afraid to tell about Lucy's pregnancy, and he was the only one, who said,
"You are really brave for wanting to keep the kid."
Speed sat up slowly and tried to wake himself up. Today was the day that Lucy had a doctor's appointment, and it was the day that he told everybody else that needed to know. Conor had figured it out practically before Speed even knew, and even half of Lucy's family was rejoicing over it. No, this was the day he told his side of the family; The people at the orphanage who still sent him letters every week saying how proud they were of him. He didn't know his parents, really. They would show up every few years to see how he was, and then mysteriously vanish again. He'd tell the people who raised him long before he told his parents.
As he dug through his sock drawer, he pulled out an old newspaper article from when he was sixteen.
"The Long Lost Son of Speed Racer, the Legend Reborn!" the headline proclaimed.
"The legend is long gone." Speed laughed to himself. "Now I'm just a worthless eighteen year old."
Yeah, that's chapter one. Please review, flames welcome and all that nonsense.
