Disclaimer: I don't own RK or American Pie 2 or the "Satisfaction" song. In fact, I don't even know if that's the name of the song! No suing!
Prologue
"I can't get no... buh nuh nuh nuh uh uh.... Satisfaction!" Yahiko sang, banging his head to the song on the radio as he drove down the road. He tapped one hand against the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music, thrusting his head up and down, one hand in the rock and roll position. But as he thrust his head down again, he accidently hit his head against the window... hard.
"OW!"
Grabbing his aching head, Yahiko forgot about keeping his hands on the steering wheel and he lost control of his car. It swerved to the right, then to the left, all because of Yahiko frantic thrashings, but it finally ended up onto the opposite side of the road. Still in pain, Yahiko wouldn't have noticed the delivery truck heading straight towards him if it hadn't honked it's horn at him.
"Holy shit!" Yahiko exclaimed and he momentarily let go of his lump of a head to steer the wheel back to the right side, almost hitting the oncoming truck in the process.
He fought for control over the screeching wheels and the rotating body of the car, turning the steering wheel every which way in order to keep the car from toppling onto it's side. Finally, Yahiko slammed on the brakes, causing the car to swing about in vicious circles until gravity decided to give Yahiko and break and it stopped only inches away from a tall cherry blossom tree.
Breathing heavily, his eyes still wide with terror, Yahiko did a quick check on his pulse to see if it was still there, then after feeling the soft thump of his heartbeat, he let out a relieved sigh and he let his head fall down to the steering wheel in exhaustion. At the small impact, the air bag popped out, practically punching him in the face, and the hood of the car burst open, letting thick gray smoke seep out of the front.
Yahiko kept his head on the wheel, completely frustrated. Rolling his eyes, he batted the air bag cushion away from him and stumbled out of his car with a huff. Coming around to check out the front, he was enveloped in a huge fog of gray mist and he sighed, deciding that he should try and repair what he could.
Yahiko squinted to look through the thick mist, wafting the air away so he could get a closer look at the engine. Pulling his arm back, he scratched his head in confusion. Yahiko knew absolutely nothing about cars whatsoever and obviously wasn't all that great at driving them either. Just to prove it, he idiotically, placed his bare hands over the scorching hot engine.
"Yahhhh!!!!" Yahiko shrieked, drawing his hand back as fast as he could, his skin glowing bright red from what appeared to be third degree burn. He seethed through his teeth, frantically running about in circles over the lawn in front of him, tripping over his own feet as he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Errrrrrrr! Fuckin' A! Ahahahaha!" Yahiko fell to the ground again, rolling about the dirt like a dog on fire, and he vigorously blew on his hand to cool it down.
Meanwhile, the whole entire neighborhood had come out to investigate the commotion, only to find their neighbor, Yahiko, had come back from his first year at college, acting like he always did; like an idiot.
"AHAHAHAHAHAH! IT BURNS!" Yahiko wailed from outside, now running in circles again, holding out his hand in front of him, not even smart enough to figure out that there was a hose only about two feet away from him.
Okina sighed from his place in the window, shaking his head at Yahiko's stupidity, and he dropped the curtain back into place. 'He's back....' Okina thought as he headed out the door to help out his arrogant grandson, ice pack in one hand and a pan of homemade apple pie in the other.
A/N: HELLO! Okay, first chapter is now up! Of course, you just knew I had to embarrass Yahiko for an opening, right? ^_^ Leave a review!