For a person who can't even drive, I play lots of video games that involve it.


A Skylark's Porsche


"It's time for you to showcase what you learned so far," Reborn dully announced on a starless night, leaning against the heavy metal door of his garage.

"Are you serious?" Tsuna was not amused by the way his guardian woke him up, nothing sours the mood than a bomb exploding on you at two a.m.

Living with Reborn in a garage at the outskirts of Namimori for two years, made Tsuna get sadly used to such absurd methods. He was living the dream life of every sixteen year old boy.

In hell...


It didn't take long for Hibari to catch up to him (five seconds, if he was honest with himself), and soon enough, he could see the back of the Porsche getting farther and farther away from him.


Reborn wholeheartedly ignored his question and asked one of his own, "If you were facing an opponent while driving a useless car like yours, what would you do?"

Inwardly offended at the 'useless' notion, Tsuna answered with a sigh.

"I'll try to find a short cut..."


He really had an eye for picking the shittiest short cuts, the chicken that was panicking on the Beatle's front hood was a clear evidence of that.

But if what his intuition told him was right, then he should take a turn right... now!


Hibari wondered if the contestant he just passed by was a joke, or that everyone under the 200th place were a really easy challenge. The owner of that Beatle had some rather impressive good luck streak to even get here, he concluded, sighing with annoyance at the fact that he still didn't get into an interesting race.

He thought that he would finally meet the guy who beat him many years ago here, thought that he would finally be able to beat him. But with the way this race was so unchallanging so far, he doubted it.

This entire race is a joke, Hibari thought, disappointed.

As soon as he finished that train of thought though, he saw the Beatle in front of him.

What?


I'm lucky that this car didn't crash on me! Tsuna exclaimed mentally, finally getting off that dangerous route he took.

But then his happiness dulled when he realized that he has to take more short cuts, his car didn't stand a chance against Hibari on normal roads.

Spitting out some chicken feathers, he took a sharp turn to the left, entering a dark cave that was definitely filled with bats.

He died a little inside.


Hibari was still shocked that the Beatle was in the lead.

He was sure as hell that it didn't achieve that normally, the car's speed along with its horrible state would surely prevent that. He was also sure that it was the same Beatle he passed a while ago, the broken bits he saw before it entered a cave was the proof.

That left short cuts.

It was possible to do that, Hibari mused.

Possible but suicidal.

This road they are racing in is no city, it's filled with natural obstacles and dangerous routes. To take a shortcut while successfully avoiding the death traps layered all over the place was admirable, unreal even.

Hibari smirked.

This will be fun.


"Come on, beautiful, we can do it! Just hold on until we get to the next gas station!" Tsuna thought that maybe being nice towards the car will get things to go smoothly.

He was, by some miracle, in the lead. And if he somehow managed to get to the next gas station (where his rank would be officially registered), he would have exactly two hundred and forty eight contestants to beat, quite a feat really.

He rejoiced when he saw a station far off in front of him. "Yes! You are the perfect machine! I'm sorry for ever doubting yo-"

The Beatle stopped, just a few meters away from the station.

"I hate you."


So he just sat there, forehead pressed against the steering wheel in defeat and waiting for his doom.

From what he heard about Hibari, he's sure that he'll get rather offended for being passed by a crappy Beatle (shut up, you have no right to speak), and then he'll commit homicide on his person.

Understandable really.

As expected, Hibari's Porsche stopped near him and he got out of it, and probably bringing out a gun from his pocket as he walked towards him.

"You could've won," was the first thing his would-be-murderer said to him, leaning against the Beatle's opened door, "With a Beatle."

Prepare to die, Tsuna finished, too tired and resigned to show some proper fear.

"You're too skilled for a crappy car like this."

That got Tsuna to look up at Hibari, his eyes showing utter confusion. "What?"

Hibari looked distastefully at his car, Tsuna swore inwardly that he could feel the judging looks burning through it even. "You outclass your car, and it's getting in your way."

"Get a better one and race me again." Hibari smirked, a smirk that widened in a way that didn't sit well with him when he continued, "We'll see who's the better racer then."

I'm not going to get killed? was the only thing Tsuna managed to think as Hibari backed away and started walking towards his own car.

"And by the way, if I didn't see you at Vegas, I'm going to hunt you down and bite you to death."

And with that, Hibari left.

Tsuna stared after his trace, wondering if he should sigh in relief or pale in dismay.


TBC

So, is it decent?