Chapter 2: Close encounter with the hog
So there you were, tearing down the road (legally) in your newfound habitat. So far everything was going just dandy as you were drumming your fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of (favorite song) and occasionally winking to some random hottie on the way (what the heel, after all you're single at the moment wink wink ). Basically, you were having the time of your life.
Then it happened. The beginning of the end. There you were, minding your own frickin' business when a huge (color) motorcycle popped out of God knows where and peeled out right in front of you. Thanks to your cat-like reflexes (yes, you have 'em here) you were able to steer sideways and barely avoid running over the rider. Unfortunately for you though, the motorcycle seemed to be going berserk and tipping towards you. What's worse, before you could realize anything else, the other rider instantly disappeared. The bike toppled over, hitting your side door with force and making your car skid out of control. After moments of pure chaos, you managed to pull over in a vacant spot on the side of the road and stop the damn vehicle.
At first you were stunned and your brain seemed to have frozen over, which was clearly visible from the deer-in-the-headlight look you saw plastered on your face in the rear view mirror, and the ghastly white knuckles that were still gripping the wheel as if your life depended on it even now.
/So that's how it fells to see all your life flash in front of your eyes... the light at the end of the tunnel and all that ...oh crap.../ OO . Then you shook yourself and turned your thoughts elsewhere: /My car! sob ! Not fair! Now where's the vandalizing moron, I'm going to drop kick someone's frickin' bike and ass off the first cliff I see! My brand new car! My preciousssssss... (Issues? --')/.
With that you got out of the car, crowbar in hand (armed and dangerous), and scanned the place for any trace whatsoever of the jerk. After a few seconds, you just couldn't resist the urge to bellow at the top of your lungs: "Listen dingbat, you might as well come out and save me the trouble of dragging your butt out of whichever spider hole you managed to squeeze your scrawny little ass! I'll deal with you and your crappy little tricycle too!" (I always knew "The Wizard of Oz" was capable of seeding evil in people. No, I don't own it thank God).
/Ehm, hey miss, I'm up here.../ ' You wheeled around immediately to glare viciously toward the direction the mysterious male voice came from. Sure enough, there was someone dressed in motorcycle apparel and helmet...on top of your car! You clenched the crowbar in your hand and marched toward the person with every intention of illustrating the meaning of the expression "opening a can of whoop ass", but the figure suddenly leapt off the hood into the sky and did a few fancy pants somersaults in mid air before landing lightly on his feet in front of you and doing some kind of indignifing Superman wannabe pose.
/WTF?/ you thought as the crowbar fell out of your hand and you gawked dumbstruck at the hog-like clad individual who was now brushing himself off while winking at you cheekily (he had pulled up his visor so you could only see his eyes).
Then you glanced behind him totally ignoring him and saw the side of your car that the motorcycle had crashed into for the first time. The bumpers were completely ruined and the door was mercilessly scratched and dented. It would take almost all of your savings to repair it. /And to think that I had rode only a couple of times.../ çç
You were so distraught and practically on the verge of tears (think huge dewy eyes) that as soon as the guy looked at you he immediately stopped what he was doing and started waving his arms in front of him while senselessly babbling: "No sweetie, don't worry! It's alright! I'm just fine, see?" ' With that he started flexing as if he was on some kind of "Biceps of steel" home video (I don't own the videos nor biceps of steel of any sort). You felt as if you were going to toss your cookies any moment.
Remembering the matter at hand, you eyed the guy from top to bottom and asked: "And who the hell would you be? What's the deal with the cheetah flips? Don't you realize you could have gotten us both killed?!?" èé
The tall lanky mystery man took off his helmet to reveal his face and curly orange hair: it was so displeasing, especially with that smart ass look on it, that you personally felt like slapping him silly and making real sure that helmet of his remained stuck on his head permanently.
In a very self-satisfactory tone he responded: "Why, I am Kuwabara the great, warrior of divine justice, paladin of supernatural strength and your knight in shining armour, Miss...ehm...?"
"(name)" you answered wincing at the disgusting image that appeared in your mind, depicting you on the back of the motorcycle with a "Just screwed" sign instead of a licence plate, holding on tight to this knight in shining armour from hell, riding into the sunset while dragging along parts of your car behind you.
"Uh, (name), are you ok? You look sick." You heard Kuwabara say to you.
/No kidding, who wouldn't be?/ "Well, I really hope for your sake that o-so- noble title of yours comes with an insurance, 'cause if not I guarantee you I won't be the sick one around here." you sneered.
He suddenly became teensie weensie (sp?) and started fidgeting around in a very suspicious manner while anime sweat dropping and chuckling nervously. "Well, actually I don't. I don't even have a licence. You see, I'm penniless at the moment, but I really needed the motorcycle for my job..." -.- '
"FOR YOUR JOB! What the hell are you, a hit man? For cryin' out loud, the way you drive that thing, you should still be using training wheels! Look at how you destroyed my new car! Now I gotta pay to repair it, so I'm practically broke and out of work! My God, if only I could afford to drag you butt in court..."
"I'm really sorry, I swear I didn't ..." Kuwabara trailed off to take a glimpse at your car, then he turned back to you. You were a mess yourself: too exhausted to say anything else after your last outburst, sitting on the ground with a completely vacant look on your face and shadowed eyes. In all his immense stupidity, he couldn't help but feel sorry for you.
Smiling he tried to reassure you: "Don't worry (name), we'll work it out without needing any legal procedures! I'll get my paycheck soon and little by little I'll pay it all off eventually, you'll see! But first I think it would be best to get this puppy to a mechanic, and then I'll get you back home. A bit of rest will do you good."
You looked up at him in doubt: /Can he be trusted? Considering his riding skills, not to mention the way he was hitting on me a little while ago.../. However, you could see no trace of a lie or deception in his eyes and experience taught you that you had a pretty sharp eye when it came to knowing who and when to trust others.
/He's an idiot, but a sincere one. Plus, I don't seem to have much of a choice at the moment./. With that you accepted the hand he stretched out to you and got up.
. (To be continued....) .
Shara: I'd like to take this opportunity to thank JustMeSakura for her review, hope you like the next chapters, too! Yusuke: No fair! Shara: What's your problem? Yusuke: You let Kuwabara make the first grand entrance in the story, and you made him way too smart! This is a sci-fi fic! Shara: Chill out shorty, believe me, he'll show his true colors. Plus he only said one smart thing in the last part... --' Yusuke: And when do I come in? òó Shara: Dude, hold your pants, you'll come in the opportune moment...Considering how you were treating me badly at the end of the last chapter, you shouldn't even be talking! Kuwabara: I protest! Shara: What now?!? My God, you guys are worse than an ulcer... -- Kurama: Does that go for me too? O.O Shara: No sweetie, as long as you be a nice foxy boy (ambiguous word, huh?) and let the nice writer (which would be yours truly) do her work... . Yusuke: I smell favouritisms here... èé Shara: Shut the cake hole, for cryin' out loud Yusuke...now, what is it Kuwabara rolls eyes , let's get this Greek tragedy over with... -- Kuwabara: I would never act like that, I'm so out of character here! òó Shara: Where, may I inquire? Kuwabara: The last part! Shara: I'm not even going to answer to that... ignores him Hiei: Hn. Finally someone got it. The baka's not worth anyone's time of day. He never gets it anyway. smirks Kuwabara: Holy cow! The shrimp said three whole sentences at a time! o.O Hiei: Run that by me again... beats Kuwabara to a bloody pulp Shara: Yep, he never gets it. sigh --' Please R&R if you will people, thanx!
So there you were, tearing down the road (legally) in your newfound habitat. So far everything was going just dandy as you were drumming your fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of (favorite song) and occasionally winking to some random hottie on the way (what the heel, after all you're single at the moment wink wink ). Basically, you were having the time of your life.
Then it happened. The beginning of the end. There you were, minding your own frickin' business when a huge (color) motorcycle popped out of God knows where and peeled out right in front of you. Thanks to your cat-like reflexes (yes, you have 'em here) you were able to steer sideways and barely avoid running over the rider. Unfortunately for you though, the motorcycle seemed to be going berserk and tipping towards you. What's worse, before you could realize anything else, the other rider instantly disappeared. The bike toppled over, hitting your side door with force and making your car skid out of control. After moments of pure chaos, you managed to pull over in a vacant spot on the side of the road and stop the damn vehicle.
At first you were stunned and your brain seemed to have frozen over, which was clearly visible from the deer-in-the-headlight look you saw plastered on your face in the rear view mirror, and the ghastly white knuckles that were still gripping the wheel as if your life depended on it even now.
/So that's how it fells to see all your life flash in front of your eyes... the light at the end of the tunnel and all that ...oh crap.../ OO . Then you shook yourself and turned your thoughts elsewhere: /My car! sob ! Not fair! Now where's the vandalizing moron, I'm going to drop kick someone's frickin' bike and ass off the first cliff I see! My brand new car! My preciousssssss... (Issues? --')/.
With that you got out of the car, crowbar in hand (armed and dangerous), and scanned the place for any trace whatsoever of the jerk. After a few seconds, you just couldn't resist the urge to bellow at the top of your lungs: "Listen dingbat, you might as well come out and save me the trouble of dragging your butt out of whichever spider hole you managed to squeeze your scrawny little ass! I'll deal with you and your crappy little tricycle too!" (I always knew "The Wizard of Oz" was capable of seeding evil in people. No, I don't own it thank God).
/Ehm, hey miss, I'm up here.../ ' You wheeled around immediately to glare viciously toward the direction the mysterious male voice came from. Sure enough, there was someone dressed in motorcycle apparel and helmet...on top of your car! You clenched the crowbar in your hand and marched toward the person with every intention of illustrating the meaning of the expression "opening a can of whoop ass", but the figure suddenly leapt off the hood into the sky and did a few fancy pants somersaults in mid air before landing lightly on his feet in front of you and doing some kind of indignifing Superman wannabe pose.
/WTF?/ you thought as the crowbar fell out of your hand and you gawked dumbstruck at the hog-like clad individual who was now brushing himself off while winking at you cheekily (he had pulled up his visor so you could only see his eyes).
Then you glanced behind him totally ignoring him and saw the side of your car that the motorcycle had crashed into for the first time. The bumpers were completely ruined and the door was mercilessly scratched and dented. It would take almost all of your savings to repair it. /And to think that I had rode only a couple of times.../ çç
You were so distraught and practically on the verge of tears (think huge dewy eyes) that as soon as the guy looked at you he immediately stopped what he was doing and started waving his arms in front of him while senselessly babbling: "No sweetie, don't worry! It's alright! I'm just fine, see?" ' With that he started flexing as if he was on some kind of "Biceps of steel" home video (I don't own the videos nor biceps of steel of any sort). You felt as if you were going to toss your cookies any moment.
Remembering the matter at hand, you eyed the guy from top to bottom and asked: "And who the hell would you be? What's the deal with the cheetah flips? Don't you realize you could have gotten us both killed?!?" èé
The tall lanky mystery man took off his helmet to reveal his face and curly orange hair: it was so displeasing, especially with that smart ass look on it, that you personally felt like slapping him silly and making real sure that helmet of his remained stuck on his head permanently.
In a very self-satisfactory tone he responded: "Why, I am Kuwabara the great, warrior of divine justice, paladin of supernatural strength and your knight in shining armour, Miss...ehm...?"
"(name)" you answered wincing at the disgusting image that appeared in your mind, depicting you on the back of the motorcycle with a "Just screwed" sign instead of a licence plate, holding on tight to this knight in shining armour from hell, riding into the sunset while dragging along parts of your car behind you.
"Uh, (name), are you ok? You look sick." You heard Kuwabara say to you.
/No kidding, who wouldn't be?/ "Well, I really hope for your sake that o-so- noble title of yours comes with an insurance, 'cause if not I guarantee you I won't be the sick one around here." you sneered.
He suddenly became teensie weensie (sp?) and started fidgeting around in a very suspicious manner while anime sweat dropping and chuckling nervously. "Well, actually I don't. I don't even have a licence. You see, I'm penniless at the moment, but I really needed the motorcycle for my job..." -.- '
"FOR YOUR JOB! What the hell are you, a hit man? For cryin' out loud, the way you drive that thing, you should still be using training wheels! Look at how you destroyed my new car! Now I gotta pay to repair it, so I'm practically broke and out of work! My God, if only I could afford to drag you butt in court..."
"I'm really sorry, I swear I didn't ..." Kuwabara trailed off to take a glimpse at your car, then he turned back to you. You were a mess yourself: too exhausted to say anything else after your last outburst, sitting on the ground with a completely vacant look on your face and shadowed eyes. In all his immense stupidity, he couldn't help but feel sorry for you.
Smiling he tried to reassure you: "Don't worry (name), we'll work it out without needing any legal procedures! I'll get my paycheck soon and little by little I'll pay it all off eventually, you'll see! But first I think it would be best to get this puppy to a mechanic, and then I'll get you back home. A bit of rest will do you good."
You looked up at him in doubt: /Can he be trusted? Considering his riding skills, not to mention the way he was hitting on me a little while ago.../. However, you could see no trace of a lie or deception in his eyes and experience taught you that you had a pretty sharp eye when it came to knowing who and when to trust others.
/He's an idiot, but a sincere one. Plus, I don't seem to have much of a choice at the moment./. With that you accepted the hand he stretched out to you and got up.
. (To be continued....) .
Shara: I'd like to take this opportunity to thank JustMeSakura for her review, hope you like the next chapters, too! Yusuke: No fair! Shara: What's your problem? Yusuke: You let Kuwabara make the first grand entrance in the story, and you made him way too smart! This is a sci-fi fic! Shara: Chill out shorty, believe me, he'll show his true colors. Plus he only said one smart thing in the last part... --' Yusuke: And when do I come in? òó Shara: Dude, hold your pants, you'll come in the opportune moment...Considering how you were treating me badly at the end of the last chapter, you shouldn't even be talking! Kuwabara: I protest! Shara: What now?!? My God, you guys are worse than an ulcer... -- Kurama: Does that go for me too? O.O Shara: No sweetie, as long as you be a nice foxy boy (ambiguous word, huh?) and let the nice writer (which would be yours truly) do her work... . Yusuke: I smell favouritisms here... èé Shara: Shut the cake hole, for cryin' out loud Yusuke...now, what is it Kuwabara rolls eyes , let's get this Greek tragedy over with... -- Kuwabara: I would never act like that, I'm so out of character here! òó Shara: Where, may I inquire? Kuwabara: The last part! Shara: I'm not even going to answer to that... ignores him Hiei: Hn. Finally someone got it. The baka's not worth anyone's time of day. He never gets it anyway. smirks Kuwabara: Holy cow! The shrimp said three whole sentences at a time! o.O Hiei: Run that by me again... beats Kuwabara to a bloody pulp Shara: Yep, he never gets it. sigh --' Please R&R if you will people, thanx!