A/N: Sorry it was so short but, I really didn't want to start another long story so soon. I will now get back to work on that humour fic to see if I manage to make it work as I want. If not, I'll drop it and I'll probably start working on Programmed Lives - Fifth Stage since some of you are crazy enough to want me to write it… :D
Till then, take care and thanks for reading this!
The One True Love
Bonus Act.
From the moment they had climbed into their cars, Tohru had known he could do it, he had prepared himself extensively for this re-match and tonight, he and his red MX-5 Roadster would beat Takumi Fujiwara.
Tohru had wanted to start up as the chaser and, right now, he was delighting himself with Fujiwara's driving skills, checking out the different techniques the younger man applied according to the different sectors of the course.
To his immense surprise, Tohru found that he didn't have too much problems keeping up, he was just driving his usual, full throttle, kamikaze-style self and, in fact, he was closing the gap as he got ready to overtake the 86.
The lidless gutter section was the key to this whole race.
Thoru had trained himself very hard in order to master the technique which had cost him his first race with the AE86. This time, he'd be the one beating the younger man.
They finally made it there and, after drifting through a few corners, always making sure Fujiwara realised how extremely close the MX-5 was, Tohru made his move as they approached a right hand turn:
Shifting most of the weight of the car onto the left hand side tyres, he entered the corner using the impossibly small space the 86 was leaving then, as Fujiwara prepared himself to fly over the gutter, Tohru did exactly the same thing.
He allowed himself a small smile while thinking of the shock he'd probably caused to the poor Takumi.
Right after clearing that corner, and with both cars now travelling side by side, Tohru floored the accelerator to make sure he would enter the next turn, a left hand side one, a split second before the 86.
Then, showing to Fujiwara that the first attempt hadn't been just good luck, he flew over the gutter once more, clearing the corner before the 86, effectively overtaking him.
He then drove at an all-out speed observing with satisfaction that he was leaving the 86 behind.
'You were great,' Fujiwara said as they stopped the cars, 'I can't believe I've finally lost a race…'
'I know,' Tohru said trying not to look as smug as he felt.
'Well, it'll be a pleasure racing with you again,' Fujiwara said.
Tohru was about to reply to that when something really weird happened: he started hearing a very high pitched sound coming from somewhere in his head and everything became dark.
He opened his eyes and found himself in a familiar looking room.
A dream.
It had all been a dream, Tohru thought as he realised that the room he was in was the bedroom he'd been sharing with his wife Nao during their two year long marriage and, the high pitched sound was coming from the room next door where their three months old son slept.
'I'll go and check,' he said to his half asleep wife, 'you just sleep some more…'
'Thanks sweetie,' Nao mumbled as she went back to sleep.
He got up from his bed and, stepping into his baby son's room, he took him out of his cradle and said:
'Hey, you know what? Your daddy has just had a very weird dream…'
Tohru then proceeded to explain in full detail what he'd dreamt of, hoping that, someday, his son would manage to make all his dreams come true.
The End.