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THE SCENT.

part 3

Written by: NightLight

Visor wide open Vinnie breathed in the refreshing summer night air as he sped down the roads of Chicago. He felt his heart beat on his chest like a wild horse, but this time it was not the same as moments ago in the Last Chance. This feeling was the one that always came as he ride his bike like that: adrenaline. He curved along the streets and lanes without a destination to drive to; most important thing was just to get those wildly revolving thoughts out of his head.

Finally he sped his red racer to its limits and popped a wheelie, launching a rocket engine that tossed him towards the sky. He targeted towards a big office building, and let the rocket engine help him to drive the wall up, and to the roof of it. When he reached the roof he let his bike fly on a side slide as he stopped just before the edge of the building. He took off his helmet and let it rest in front of him still holding it in his hands. His eyes followed few people and cars that moved down on the streets, but he really didn't pay attention to any. He just let his heart calm a little as he inhaled deep.

"What the hell was that?" He asked from himself. Not that he didn't like the human girl, just that always, and really meaning always, he had been able to keep himself on the line and be without those thoughts and those emotions. "Charley is our friend," he said out loud to himself, and felt again that little tingling under his abdomen, and that pounding under his white chest.

"Indeed she is," came a familiar voice behind him, that had plain tone in it, with little bit of worry mixed into little bit of reproach. Vinnie flinched and looked behind his back, as he realized the incomer. His brown-furred friend approached him with his foot. He had parked his bike silently to the next building and jumped to the one they both were now standing on.

Throttle gave himself a quick re-thought about what he was about to say, but still finally kept his mind. It was time to talk.

"Ok, Vinnie. We know this is about Charley-girl. So wanna tell me what's going on?" Throttle went straight to the business, stopping himself next to Vinnie.

"What do you mean bro?"

There was a moment of silence between brown and white furred mice as they stared sharply its other.

Soon white one's eyes softened and he looked away, but still felt a piercing gaze behind Throttle's green specks.

"If I have to be honest... I really don't know." Vinnie sighed bit annoyed and avoiding an eye contact, because he knew he could not fool Throttle.

"Bro, you know it." Throttle answered with a seriousness behind his words.

"Well, ah... I really..." Vinnie tried to mumble out something.

"When I first went out with Carbine, I felt like that too." Throttle started, and saw that his white-furred brother was about to argue, so he said it out loud: "It's love".

Throttle looked Vinnie straight into his eyes, and saw a disappointment in them. White mouse knew the next lines more than well enough. "You just know how thing are, right?"

Vinnie turned his eyes away and answered like he was reading it from a book: "Yeah yeah, the laws... no serious stuff with alien species. We are already near to extinction"

"And you know how much it would suck if you two had a real ´Girl & Boy´-relationship and after we are done here, we should go back, and Charley would have to stay behind. It was already too much when she first time accidently was on Mars" Throttle continued trying to affect on Vinnie's emotional side with success. Vinnie looked down to the helmet on his hands and nodded silently, in very un-Vinnie like way.

"I just am amazed about today. What happened?"

"I just felt..." Vinnie stopped, trying to find the words. He looked up to his brown-furred bro, feeling like insides of his tummy was turning upside down: "I was going insane bro!"

"Well, I suppose you have fell in love before Charley," Throttle pointed out, thinking of Harley "but what I don't understand, how this is so different? And even with Charley you've managed to keep yourself away from these thoughts until now"

Vinnie felt a blush burn in his cheeks as Throttle mentioned love and Charley in a same sentence, as his tummy turned around again. He gathered his thoughts and tried to put together pieces of the problem. "I'm not sure, but some... some scent, odour... everytime she comes near to me, I go insane..."

"Yeah, that's the love part, what is the thing that is different before this afternoon and after it?" Throttle cut Vinnie out.

"As I said, everytime she comes near to me I go insane, and I can't seem to live with that..." Vinnie started once more, now an annoyed tone in his words.

"The love again. Can you tell me something new? You have to..." Throttle cut it out again, now actually bit annoyed himself also, but at this point hot-headed mouse was already at a point where he could snap, and he did:

"OK, I HAVE FELL IN LOVE WITH HER FROM THE MOMENT I SAW HER! BUT THE SCENT! The odour! That's the difference!" White-furred mouse turned colour more like his bike than himself. He just admitted something he had kept a secret even from himself.

"The scent? What do you mean bro?" Throttle finally realized that there was more than just a ´Big L´-word in this mess, as he chuckled to his now reddish brother. He still felt pity on Vinnie. It was so obvious that he cared more for Charley that he wanted to admit, but was so stubborn or shy or what-ever that never got a chance to say it to Charley. And after the problems about admitting it, on top of that had come the new laws. The new coverment of Mars had put out a law that was against every mouse-plus-other-specie -romantic relationship. It was supposed to be for the protection of purity or something. Throttle didn't find the law very fair, and actually thought it was too racist and wasn't on the side of an individual. But as a law-abiding citizen, he obey it to some point.

Carbine was the one that told him about it. She of course had seen that there was something between of Vinnie and Charley, and was concerned about them. Charley and Carbine had come kinda close, when the black haired girl last visited them, so she was bit protective with Charley. And it was other way around for Carbine and Vinnie, though Throttle had said that Vinnie really wasn't that egoistical that he let outside world to see. Still he was on the same page with his girl, and had spoken with Vinnie. White mouse did not admitted a thing but agreed.

"I don't know what she did, but when you all came for me and my bike before... everything was ok, but after she opened my visor, I smelt something, and that's... " Vinnie stopped the sentence, trying to get the feelings under control as he looked away to a horizon.

"That's how this begun?" Throttle asked. "I just wondered, how it didn't affect me or Modo?"

"I, well... I don't know. It just makes me want to take a cold shower." He whispered the last words out embarrassed. Throttle grinned for himself. Maybe everything was just hormonal? Maybe this fast started spring and summer was just the thing, and maybe it would go away when the summer went on. Well, there wasn't a test to see if he was right, so how could they all live with this if it didn't went away? "An electrick collar?" he slightly chuckled to his thoughts, but soon fell back serious. What the heck should they tell Charley? Telling a lie to this woman would be a big mistake, and for sure: you would get caught for it.

As Throttle thought, Vinnie let himself fell into his own thoughts as well. He could not get his mind away from Charley. This scent-mess was just a cherry on top of a cake. "God damn, why her lips did have to feel so perfect," he thought when we remembered what had happened earlier. And when he thought the look they shared, "It wasn't all around rejection..."

"Hey!" suddenly Vinnie's radio came to life and dropped both mice back to this planet. It was Modo.

"Yeah big bro?" Throttle answered and walked few steps closer to Vinnies bike.

"Me and Charley ma'am noticed that you too have found it's other, so is this going to take long?" Modo asked thru the line.

"We have dog's hot here, so are you ok?" Was heard Charley's question, that made white- and brown-furred mice exchance looks.

"Yeah, We are just fine, sweetheart" Vinnie loweres his eyes and turned his face to his monitor, getting himself to sound more like everything was ok.

"Good to hear that hot stuff," Charley sighed sounding more relieved than second ago.

"We'll be there soon," Throttle said, as Vinnie looked him horrified as he turned the radio off.

"Great. So what's the great plan now chieff?" Vinnie asked facing the problem. Throttle whistled to his bike that came alive and jumped easily from nearby building, stopping next to it's owner. Throttle sat on his ride and turned his face back to Vinnie's demanding eyes.

"Well... we just have to go for it." Throttle said. "If it is the scent, maybe we could somehow try to ask if Charley could cover it out? Maybe she wears some parfume? She smelled bit different than usual, I admit."

Vinnie lifted his eye brows as he put his helmet back on, not believing this was going to work out so fine.

"Or you'll be the one using the shower," Throttle joked with a chuckle.

"Very funny!" Vinnie snarled, starting his engine and raging away from the roof. Throttle did the same and followed his white-furred bro down to the streets. He knew how sensitive his friend was when it came to this kind of problems, but he wished that everything would work out ok as they headed back to the Last Chance garage.

First, thanks for the feed back and rewies ^^ appreciate them! This is easier to just translate from a fiction that I have already written. So I am bit faster :) I'll be correcting mistakes to the part 2, and I am always ready for feed back! Tell me if something bugs you?

Secondly, Hope you liked this chap.

-NightLight