A/N: Hello! I bet you're glad this story has FINALLY been updated! Well, you can thank TheScoundrelCookie for that! I've been doing so many other projects that I haven't really been able to think of a way to continue this, but thankfully she wrote this!

Now enjoy! :)

Life had been just a lil better for me since I found Davis, and to an extent, mom. She still was the sour old hag I remembered her being, but she usually lets me be when I was with Davis.

Time seemed to pass as he began to teach me how to pilot. At first, I was a lil slow, but eventually, I began to hang of it.

In fact, today I had managed to successfully accomplish doing a full 360 turn.

Davis stood from a distance watching me as he gave a weak thumbs up. Ah, whatever. He's probably just a lil tired. Mom has been rather cranky lately..

Anyways, after a couple of more different practices turning the star racer around, I landed the vehicle and hopped out.

"How'd I do?" I asked with a large grin on my face, eager to hear my brother's opinion. Hopefully, I had managed to impress him!

However, he seemed distracted by something else as he rushed past me and into Mom's office nearby.

I pouted in annoyance at the fact he hadn't even told me how I did. Hell, he didn't even bother to say bye.

Whatever, I don't care.

I huffed and decided to go take a walk. To my dismay, my great ol' mother's office was in the way of the exit towards the front, and the back one was now unusable as my mom had hired some aliens to guard it shortly after my arrival.

Even worse was she had some problem with Davis or even me leaving the agency.

I sighed in annoyance as I contemplated what I should do. It was likely she would notice me sneaking out, but what the hell? It was worth a shot.

So, I started tiptoeing my way through but found myself stopping. That more or less, because of the conversation I heard the two having.

"The Great Race of Oban?"

"Yes, Davis. Apparently it's some intergalactic race or some crap. We were chosen to be representatives."

"But why? I mean I doubt we have a full team or anything."

"Well, too bad. We have to work with what we got. We might even have to use that kid you've been training."

"...Luke?" I heard my brother respond. "Luke isn't trained enough. I mean, Sh...He's barely able to change directions."

"Well deal with it. We only have a month to prepare."

My brother sighed, pressing his hand against his face in frustration, "Okay, okay. When do I tell him about this?"

"You don't have to considering he's eavesdropping right now."

I squeaked as I began to run off. Unfortunately, great old mom caught up to me as she pulled on my collar.

"Where do you think you're going young man?" she asked, narrowing her eyes to which I swallowed.

"The...uh, bathroom," I excused, avoiding the harsh glare she gave me.

"The bathroom is the other way."

"My mistake," I murmured.

The woman that was also my mother only rolled her eyes, "Kids these days...After you use the restroom, you're going back to practice. I will personally supervise and make sure your training is done correctly. Do you understand me, young man?"

"Y-Yes, Ma'am," I feebly replied, mentally berating myself for stuttering. Almost immediately, she released her grip, and I took off running to the restroom. All while cursing my terrible luck.

Stupid "Great Race of Oban".

It was probably going to be the worst race ever held.