Disclaimer: Noblesse isn't mine.

I took liberties with this one. It's... yeah. M-21 getting his driver's license. It's kind of a joke.

License

"I'm not doing it." M-21 glared. Tried to glare. His opponent was Frankenstein, and there was no out glaring him. That man could stop you dead with one look, and M-21 knew his resistance wouldn't last long. He would have to make his argument hard and fast before Frankenstein had the chance to twist his glare into a smile. Once he smiled, it was all over. He knew that he had won. "I'm not ready. I haven't practiced enough. I never even agreed to this in the first place."

Frankenstein narrowed his eyes into slits. His voice thinned as his patience with this argument began to fade. Soon a threatening aura would dispel into the air. Well, it would if there hadn't been an audience. Instead, he kept his threats much more discreet. Just a glare, but a glare was more than enough. "Get in the car."

"I don't want to." It was a final complaint. He was about to lose. No one ever beat Frankenstein except for his master. M-21 glanced at Rai. It was a cheap shot, he knew, but it was his only chance. "Didn't you want us to live our lives by freely making our own choices? I don't want to do this."

Rai looked away. He always picked the worst times to do that.

Frankenstein smiled. "Get in the car."

M-21 obediently opened the door to the driver's side and slid into the seat. The stranger next to him already looked exasperated. She tapped her pen against her clipboard and began to read off a checklist of instructions. The Dragon Lady. That's what the kids had called her. He had heard their whispers while taking the written portion of the test. She never passed anyone.

He snapped on his seatbelt and looked out the window at Frankenstein. There would be no pleading with him now. When that man set his mind to something, he would not stop until he did it, and right now, he wanted M-21 to drive. He would take failure personally. Frankenstein gave him a reassuring nod. M-21 didn't feel reassured.

"I said to start the car." There was no hiding the annoyance in her voice. She glared at him impatiently from the passenger seat. She could glare almost as well as Frankenstein. If ever there was a female version of Frankenstein, she would be it, and she did not look pleased.

"Sorry." M-21 turned the key. Frankenstein's fancy, little sport car roared to life.

"Don't talk to the instructor."

"Ah, right."

She gave him a look and checked off something on her clipboard. He hadn't even put the car into gear, and he was failing already.

[-] [-] [-]

"Well, how did you do?" Frankenstein looked like an anxious father greeting his child after the first day of kindergarten. Really? After being so pushy about it, he's concerned now?

"I took her hill jumping." M-21 smirked. He had been saving that line just to see the look on Frankenstein's face. It did not disappoint. "I was going to fail anyway. I told you that I'm not ready."

Frankenstein shook his head in clear disapproval. "You weren't ready after all. With a car that low to the ground, you should have maximized it's ability for high speeds and easy handling. You can really stick the sharp corners in it. Hill jumping requires a vehicle with a better suspension. The shocks simply won't hold up that well."

That was not the reaction that he had been expecting. M-21 glanced back at the car. The Dragon Lady was still prying herself from the seat. It might take awhile for her to calm down. But that wasn't important right now. His eyes shot back to Frankenstein. The man was grinning. That's worse than a glare. "You have your driver's license. Why don't you driver your master around?"

Rai looked away. He always picked the best times to do that.

"He won't let you?" M-21 held his gaze. He actually had a chance at besting Frankenstein this time. "How recklessly do you drive?"

"I have never gotten a ticket."

"Yeah, how many times have you been pulled over?"

Frankenstein didn't answer right away. He actually seemed to be thinking about it. Calculating. "Do you mean how many times an officer has tried to pull me over or how many times I have actually complied?"

"What?" That brilliant word was all M-21 could choke out.

Frankenstein seemed proud of himself. "I drive like the devil."

Suiting choice of words. The Dragon Lady finally forced herself onto solid ground. She looked as though she may kiss it. Instead, she ripped the paper from her clipboard and shoved it into Frankenstein's hands. "He passes. Just never bring any of your other children here again." With that, she fled.

"Other children? You didn't…"

Frankenstein was too busy reading over the paper. "She gave you a perfect score."

"I didn't think I scared her that much." M-21 reluctantly eased into the driver's seat, but Frankenstein shook his head. "What is it?"

"I'll drive." And he smiled.

Rai looked away. He always picked the worst times to do that.

Great. Just great.