(A/N All my friends in a circle.
Equinox: "Who knew it only takes explosions and gunfire to make friends with unlikely people?" *Assembles Javelin rocket launcher*
RAGE: "I know right?" *Attaches M320 (grenade launcher) onto his M416.
AceLegend: "I don't know how I got here, but this is awesome!" *Reloads assault rifle*
Francesva: "Who said girls can't have as much fun as you idiots?" *Feeds magazine into spinning barrel machine gun*
mks 12 98: "^Somebody who wants tickets to the butt-whooping express!" *Calls in aerial strike for their location*
Kisa Darkhorse: "You ever get the feeling something really stupid is going to happen?" *Un-straps scope sniper rifle*
Equinox: "You guys are awesome in my book. Let's do this." *Lights fuse connected to a series of dynamite lines*
CGJ: "Cheers." *Unclips grenade with thumb*
Disclaimer: I do not own HTTYD or any of the Speed Racer elements shown in this story. This story is non-profit.
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Hector's Bedroom - Wednesday - Late Afternoon
"Drink the orange juice, Mr. Haddock. It will help your hangover." Jefferson's arms lowered the glass to Hector's level.
Gordon came back to check up on the Tower around 11 PM and found the three passed out under several 3rd Street entertainers. Gordon sighed and got to work calling the drivers to take Stewart and Teddy home while he personally got Hector into his room to sleep the alcohol away. The only thing that could cure three whole bottles of Jack Daniels was time. After that, Gordon got the staff and cleaning crews to clean up the kitchen, parlor room, and racetrack. With all the jobs done, Gordon left to pick up Solomon and bring him back to his restored Tower.
"Thanks." Hector whipped his covers off and sat up. Regretting the action, Hector gripped his head and groaned. "Why did you let me get drunk?" He asked his butler as he slowly inhaled the orange juice.
"I don't know, sir." Jefferson's brow twitched. "I thought it would be humorous."
"Was it?" Hector shivered at the cold sensation the cool drink gave him.
"Yes. Even in your drunken state, you still had class." Jefferson chuckled at the memory of the nightmare a few hours ago.
"Hmm. I'm going to have to take your word for it. I don't remember any of it." Hector stretched and got off his bed to go to the bathroom.
"Do you need assistance? Jefferson's arms came out of the ceiling.
Hector took one good look at the metal appendages. "Hell no." He walked into the bathroom and closed the door with a lock.
Jefferson furrowed his eyebrows and stared at his metal arms. Clamping them down once, he wondered for Hector's curt reply. Pushing it aside, Jefferson didn't have anything to do but wait. After the usual passage of time studies have shown for how long males take to go to the bathroom, Jefferson's face screen shut off for idle as he passed the time by checking up on the security tapes. He set up a reminder to check the explosion that rocked the Tower awhile ago. When the mute video came up, Jefferson frowned at the mess Hector caused. Then Jefferson was shocked to see that there was still another person in the room!
With a sigh of relief, Jefferson saw that the person was okay. Said person turned out to be a blonde, the same blonde that fought with Hector. Jefferson zoomed in the cameras and witnessed the blonde going into the rubble and take out choice items of Hector's old Night Fury gear. His systems went into overload when he saw the girl put on the helmet and take off with Hector's latest Night Fury build. Jefferson shut the video off and started panicking. "I shouldn't have witnessed this! What am I going to do?! What do I tell Hector? What if he already knows?!" Jefferson's option list kept getting longer and longer until-
"Jefferson."
"Good Heavens!" Jefferson's fit of surprise jolted him. His screen came on and he was relived that it was only Hector.
Hector raised a brow. "What's wrong?" He crossed his arms. He had gotten out of the bathroom still suffering from his hangover headache.
Jefferson coughed and cleared his throat despite his being just a computer. "Nothing."
"Whatever. By the way, did the girls ever come over? They were supposed to come to train." Hector walked up to Jefferson's monitor and checked for any faults.
"T-there are no records of their arrival." Jefferson tried to regain the cooling fans in his system but failed when Hector started inspecting his monitor.
"Okay, what the hell is wrong with you? You're overheating." Hector whipped his hand away on contact with Jefferson screen.
"Nothing, sir. Nothing out of the ordinary!" Jefferson was breaking.
"Valerie." Hector stated.
"Wait-" Jefferson's AI system shut down and changed to idle.
Hector tapped a button on the side that brought down recent searches and history. Several different videos came down the play list and Hector clicked the touch screen for the first most-recent video. The screen loaded and the video came on. One minute in and Hector shut it off. Son of a bitch…
Hector sighed and turned to his personal elevator. He got into it and held his head as he descended to the unveiling room. He got out and walked over to the trophy wall as the lights in the rooms flickered on. "Valerie- Ah!" Hector shielded his eyes. "Dim lights." He spoke into his wrist. The blinding display lights of the room dimmed and Hector gently rubbed his eyes. "Password: Valerie." Hector groaned into his wrist.
The trophy wall hissed and parted sideways. The Night Fury's were all silhouetted until the lights came on. "DIM THE LIGHTS!" This was the second time he was blinding in less than a minute.
The lights dimmed and Hector's eyes got used his surroundings. Damn it…
Hector still had all his Night Fury bikes save for one. His latest Night Fury-520 "Toothless Series". He chuckled darkly when he noticed that she even took his display gear just for good measure. Hector sighed. "Couldn't leave well enough alone, huh?" He walked further into his own showroom and forcefully punched the hand scanner to a closet. The identification module was smashed to unrecognizable pieces and the closet doors slid open. Inside was the brand-new prototype Night Fury battle suit Hector co-worked on as he designed the 520. To cut all the epic upgrades list short, the Night Fury-Ultimate Obsidian battle suit could take five direct rocket hits and still stand with only dust as a abnormality.
Hector undid all the safety latches and then he started suiting up. He put on his helmet next. The headgear clicked on and a electric blue hub screen came online. A box and a microphone was shown in the middle. "Password: Vindictam Meam."
And Hector was off.
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Thompson Residence - Wednesday Evening
Ash yawned and blew a breath out. She was beginning to sleepy. She was bored out of her mind as she clicked to the next channel on the TV. She was lounging on the couch spooning her chibi Night Fury plushie between her legs and bag of mini cheddar pretzels in front of chibi Night Fury's back. She didn't care what anyone said. Ash was not worshipping Night Fury. Anyway, Ash was alone in Ronnie's house for two reasons. Ms. Thompson called in earlier that evening to say that she would be flying off the island for a business trip. The second reason is because of Ronnie's absence.
Ronnie was supposed to have come back from Taco Bell by now, but Ash was convinced she was out with Frankie. Probably sucking each others faces off. The thought of kissing has been on Ash's mind ever since she first started Battle Cross at fourteen. Although it was hard to believe, Ronnie was actually older than Ash by a year. Ash didn't really think about the age difference, she focused on Ronnie behavior and attitude around guys. She had always been a wild child and Ash wondered if she knew how to kiss or if she had already had her first. What would it be like?
Ash's eyes wandered to Night Fury chibi. The plushie was three feet high and had a striking resemblance to Ash's masked crush. It was all Ash had at the moment of curiosity. Ash pushed aside how silly she felt about kissing a doll and leaned in to connected with where Night Fury's mouth would be. Inching closer and closer until she finally kissed her favorite plushie in the world.
"How was it?"
Ash's eyes flew open and she stared at the Night Fury doll. Then something caught the corner of her eye and her heart lurched to her throat. There, sitting on the recliner chair was Night Fury himself. Ash's grip failed and the plushie fell to the floor. It must've been years since Ash has last seen Night Fury because she didn't fully recognize him. His battle suit and helmet now had sharper designs. And the weirdest part was as if Night Fury was smoking. Literal black smoke lifting off of his form.
"Don't worry. I'm not the jealous type." He stood up and advanced to Ash's position on the couch. He kneeled down onto the couch and Ash subconsciously made room for him. "But I will have to prove that the original is always… better." Night Fury broke the barrier of Ash's personal space and flattened her to the couch with his own body.
Ash was frozen as her chest was connected to Night Fury's cold, hard, sleek shell armor. She gasped when the bottom part of Night Fury's helmet hissed and slid away to reveal his lips. Ash was breathless when she realized what would happen next. Questions flooded her mind as her pursed lips were the only thing in the way of Night Fury's pursing own.
"Sorry, where are my manners? I would hate to take something that wasn't mine without your permission." Night Fury's low rumble of a voice sounded next to Ash's ear. "Something like your first kiss is of absolute value." Night Fury's gloved right hand held the side of Ash's face as his thumb caressed her cheek.
Ash couldn't even utter a word. Whatever explosive, cocky, stubborn attitude she had adopted over the years has vanished in the course of five seconds. Her mind was racing but her mouth was still. Wait! What did he say-
"Silly Ashley. Did you really think I wouldn't notice you taking my bike for a joyride?" Night Fury abandoned his soft grumble and took on a chilling, nightmarish, calm tone.
"Ugh!" Ash choked out when a handle appeared, gripping her throat.
"By the looks of that toy version of me, you must be a fan of mine." Night Fury tightened his grip when he didn't get an answer. He took Ash's nod as a yes instead. "Good. Then you must know what I do to people who piss me off, right?"
CHINK!
As if on cue, five claws slid out of Night Fury's fingertips on his left hand, the hand not holding Ash's neck. "You must also know what these are, am I correct?" Night Fury growled at Ash. "Let's just slash to the chase." Night Fury said, substituting the word "cut" for "slash".
Night Fury released Ash's neck and brought down his claws, aimed for her neck. "But before that…" Night Fury stopped his assault right before his claws ended her life. "Ding. Dong."
Ash jumped with a start. She got off the couch and scanned the room for Night Fury. With her heart beating out of her chest, she realized that she had passed out in front of the television. Ash breathed out short unstable breathes as she failed to calm herself down.
DING! DONG!
Ash swung around to punch nothing but air. She saw that it was actually just the doorbell. Ash shook her head and rushed to the door to answer it. If it was Ronnie, Ash would make sure she would get an earful before she hugged her for dear life. When Ash opened the door she glared. "You better have gotten me a twelve-pack of tacos-"
"You missed practice today."
Night Fury, in the flesh, was standing on the porch. This one wasn't smoking, but that didn't make him any less terrifying. Ash's mouth formed a gape into the perfect "O". Her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. The only thing different about the second encounter was this. Ash's fist was already moving towards Night Fury.
But Night Fury caught it and pulled it towards him. Then he head-butted Ash.
After seeing stars, Ash passed out and fell onto Night Fury.
"That's payback for last time. Ain't it a bitch?" Night Fury told Ash's unconscious form as he hefted her over his shoulder and closed the front door. With Ash in tow, Night Fury walked over to the garage and for the second time today, punched an electrical module. The garage opened and Night Fury snorted at the cheap-ass tarp that was over his bike. "Why don't you just cover it up with sand paper?" Night Fury gripped the tarp and ripped it away to reveal that his prototype helmet feature was correct. Strapping Ash onto himself, Night Fury got on his 520 and roared out of the garage. He set his coordinates for the site of his accident two years ago.
(A/N
RAGE: "Everything… hurts…"
Francesva: "Why did I agree to this?!"
AceLegend: "Wait a second? We had a choice?!"
Equinox: "Nope. This was totally involuntary." *Starts crawling away into the forest brush* "I need to go to the bathroom…"
Kisa Darkhorse: "Couldn't we just leave him here?"
mks 12 98: "Can't. He's our ride home."
Equinox: "IT HURTS TO PEE!"
RAGE: *Rolls eyes*
Equinox: "Somebody come help me!"
Francesva shared a skeptical look with mks 12 98. Then the two stared at RAGE, expectantly.
RAGE: "Hell no."
AceLegend: *Snickers*
Soon enough everyone started laughing.
Equinox: T_T "On a leaving note, I want you all to use Google Translate. You'll know what I mean…"