Aaaaand here's your second update for this week! Our internet still isn't fixed, although we think we may know what the problem is, so for now please be patient with me. I may not always be able to update when I would like to.

So . . . do you guys remember waaaaay back at the very beginning of this little one-shot center when I posted the requesting rules? And do you remember what that request example was? WELL. It might have taken a long time here, but someone finally requested that little example. No, I lied. Not one person. Three. In which case, this week is a triple request, you might say~ So R. Vienna, savegalkissy, and Innocent Demon have requested to see Len and Rin run over Claude with their road roller~! I'm a Vocaloid dork, and the twins are my favorite, so I'm pretty excited about this.

Rating: K+ . . . hmm . . . I wonder if Len's crazy driving should be considered a T . . .

Disclaimer: Vocaloid belongs to Crypton Media, and Kuroshitsuji belongs to the lovely Toboso Yana.

Drabble Number Thirty-Nine: Road Roller!

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"Len! Watch out where you're driving! You almost ran over that tree!"

"Not like I can help it!" The blond boy angrily blew a stray lock of hair out of his face, craning his neck to see around the form standing in front of him. "I can't see around you!"

"Don't you go blaming this on me!"

"Look, just . . . move to the side . . . just a little!" A sickening thud reached his ears, and the contraption he was steering gave a slight jerk . . . he hoped that whatever he'd just hit had already been dead.

"Len!"

"Move!"

Needless to say, they had this very same argument every time they took the road roller out for a spin. Unfortunately for Len, he rarely won. What point was driving if he couldn't see over his sister's head? No, Rin didn't care either way, despite how many times she had claimed that she would be his eyes . . . only to wreck into a house the very next moment.

They had a rather embarrassing reputation in town, one that Len would rather not think of. The gossip was the one could hear the road roller coming from five miles away . . . everyone always knew when they were coming. And when they did, people dove for the meager protection their houses offered, shielding their pets and young ones. Rin relished the attention, towering over everyone as she danced on the roller's wheel, hollering out obscenities to further the citizens' mad dashes to get inside. And Len . . . Len was too busy concentrating on steering to care.

And as always, he slumped over on his steering switches—not like it would help anything anyway—muttering the one line he always said, without fail:

"We're gonna die."

Of course, this statement was followed by another thud and jerk. Just his luck. But this time, this time it was followed by something that was completely out of the ordinary . . .

"Len! Stop, Len, stop!"

He straightened up so fast his back gave a painful twinge, and he punched one foot down on the brake. The road roller came to a lazy, screeching halt; Rin practically tumbled down from her perch in front of her brother. "What?" he demanded.

"I think we just ran over someone!"

"Ehhhh? Really?" Hurriedly he jumped from the driver's seat, circling around to the back of the road roller to find the purpose for the painful thump they'd just been through. Sure enough, there was a man laying prone, glasses cracked and askew on his face, golden eyes wide open and staring up at nothing. He looked rather . . . flat.

Rin prodded the man with a stick, only to watch him jiggle once before becoming still again. "I think we killed him," she mused idly.

"That's a first," Len sighed, leaning against the back of their vehicle.

"Len, what are we going to do? We can't just leave him here . . . we killed someone, you know!"

He presented his sister with a discontented frown. That was right, they'd killed someone . . . he wondered if it was worth getting the road roller getting taken away from them for awhile. Master wouldn't be pleased, but . . . he wouldn't take it away for good, would he?

"Neh, Rin?" he asked curiously.

"Hmm?"

"Did you see him in front of us?"

"No . . ."

"Then it wasn't our fault, was it?" He crossed his arms over his chest with a smug smirk. "How would it be our fault when he was the one that stepped in front of us? He should know better!"

"Ooh, you're right!" she squealed happily. "It can't be our fault! We were just innocently driving around, you know? But . . . uh . . . what are we gonna do with him?"

With a shrug Len climbed back into the driver's seat. "Not our problem. Now let's get going before someone sees us."

"Right!" Rin climbed back up as well, and they were off again, driving through the streets and looking as awesome as ever, except . . .

"Rin, move your fat self!"

"Screw you!"

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Shorter than normal, but that doesn't mean it has any less substance than the rest of them~! I hope you enjoyed this one.

Next week's request is from Kitty-Bandit!

Thanks for reading, everyone~

~Shadow