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Lesson 2
Car Bills

Yuki stared at the bill in his hand.

$ 6,666.66

He was no real believer, but he was sure he'd read about that number 6 in a Christian magazine before (the doctor's waiting room was a very boring place.). He remembered it was something about being the sign of a great evil danger, of a great evil beast.

Shuichi screamed a great evil, "Graaaaghhh!"

Yuki looked at the numbers and then at Shuichi. He had found the beast.

"Yuki! I cut my finger again!" screamed the hyper singer, grabbing the offended finger with his other hand and holding it up so Yuki could see.

Yuki frowned. "What'd I tell you about trying to cook?"

Shuichi's shoulders slumped down, as did his head. He refused to make eye contact. "...Don't."

"Idiot."

"I just wanted to make it up to you for ruining the interior or your car!" he assured the writer, still refusing to meet his lover's golden gaze.

Yuki looked back to the bill with the cursed numbers. "Omigawd! You're hot! Wait! Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" he remembered a girl working at the dealer's shop say. However, pretending not to understand a word that was coming out of her mouth made everyone believe he was a foreigner, hence the dollar sign in front of the number. And no matter how hot he was, he still couldn't get a discount. He looked to the singer. "Why don't you make it up by paying this bill instead?"

At that, Shuichi's face lit up. "Really! All I have to do is pay off your bill!" he yelled with excited violet eyes.

"Sure."

Shuichi did a happy dance and yanked the bill off of Yuki's hand, as if afraid he'd change his mind. But one look at the number on the bill made his excited violet eyes widen in horror. "WHAT?" He stared for five more minutes, and then he repeated his previous statement. "WHAT?"

"Only the best for my baby," said Yuki dully.

For reasons unknown, Shuichi thought his blonde lover was talking about him. "Oh, Yuki...!" he sighed. Oh, the joy! How long had he waited for Yuki to complement him? Too long, he decided. However, just as he felt his feet lift from the ground to touch the heavens and thank God for the wonderful gift, Yuki, like a beautiful angel from hell, cocked an eyebrow at him and crushed his happiness by saying, "I was talking about the car, dumbass."

"Yuki! Why must you destroy my happiness!"

"Are you going to pay the bill or not?"

Shuichi shoulder's slumped. "Yeah...if you forgive me." Suddenly, he smiled, very, very brightly. So brightly actually, that Yuki had to put on his sunglasses. "Hey Yuki...!" he cooed.

Oh no. He was going to ask for something.

"You're still going to give me driving lessons, right?"

Yuki looked at him and snorted. "Are you insane! You almost killed us on your first lesson!"

"But you promised!" screamed the pink-haired annoyance.

"Where's the contract?"

"Dammit Yuki! You're such an asshole!" cried Shuichi, wanting to punch the blonde in front of him, but finding little will to do it.

"You know damn well you're the ass hole, asshole."

Shuichi blushed. "Fine! I guess I'll have to take up cooking if I never go to work again," he said, and started a quest to find an apron.

"If you can find another car to drive, we'll continue the lesson," said Yuki quickly, fearing his kitchen would soon end up on the dark side. Literally.

"Yes! Don't worry about a thing Yuki! I'll find a car and we'll soon be leading a life on the road!" Yuki shoved the bill in his hands. "As soon as I finish paying this bill!" declared the hyper teenager, and he ran away to finish his mission.

-

It was a very strange, and perhaps a very rare thing that he only had enough money on his bank account to cover the bill, leave one hundred behind so his account wouldn't close, and take the remaining one thousand to go buy a car. Stupid American currency!

He was going to call up his good, redheaded friend, Hiro, to help him buy his future car, but he figured that Hiro wouldn't know a thing about it, since he owned a motorcycle. After figuring out that Hiro was the only reliable friend he had, he set out to find his ride on his own. 'How hard can it be?' he thought.

It turned out to be very hard, because most of the good cars were well over one thousand yen. "Dammit! Will I never find a car for ONE THOUSAND YEN!"

"Hey, kid."

Shuichi turned around and saw a guy's head popping out of a dark alley. "You talking to me?"

"Yeah."

"You talking to me?" asked the singer.

"...Yeah."

"Well, I don't see nobody else around here."

"Look kid, do you want the car or not?"

"Oh goody! You've got a car for me!" cried Shuichi excitedly.

"Yeah. Come with me," said the stranger, and he disappeared into the dark alley.

Shuichi watched the man disappear, and wondered for a moment whether he was a magician or not. He looked to his right, where the road was clean, the lawn was cut, and a huge rainbow stretched across the sky, and it looked dreamy against the sky blue canvas, and right in the corner of his eye, he could see the sun shining brightly. He then turned to look back in front of him where the path was dark and scary, the smell was horrible and a thunderstorm decided to loom over the particularly evil-looking dark alley. It didn't take a genius to figure out which path to take. "Wait for me mister!" he screamed, running to catch up to the stranger his mother had told him never to talk to.

-

"You got the money?" the stranger asked.

"You got the goods?" countered Shuichi, keeping a good eye on him.

"Yeah, yeah. See that car right over there?" he asked, pointing to a car that was very far away.

"You mean that one that's mysteriously covered in that cloth...thing?"

"That's the one."

"You tryin' to sell me that car?" he asked.

"Uh...yeah," responded the man with a low voice, as if suddenly becoming very frightened.

"That car!" Shuichi passionately asked.

"Well...yeah." whispered the man. Damn. He didn't think he'd need his heat to sucker this one out of his money.

"Oh! Then that's great! I'll take it!" he laughed, giving him a friendly slap on his back

The man sighed, and wondered if the boy was really as old as he looked (17).

"How much?" asked Shuichi.

"How much you got?"

"I've got one thousand yen!"

"Then it's one thousand yen."

"Wow! Really? What a coincidence! That's exactly the amount I have right now!" laughed the singer.

At this point, the man was wondering if it was right of him to take away the money of a mentally disabled kid, but figured that money was money, no matter how deranged the holder of it was. He gave the pink-haired kid the keys to his new ride and walked away, wondering if he would be cursed for taking advantage of crazy people.

-

Shuichi jumped around happily for five minutes around his new car before he took of the car cover to reveal...a very old, smelly, rusty and ugly car.

"What the hell, man! This isn't a car! This is a trash can with wheels!" When he figured out that the man was long gone, Shuichi cursed his luck and kicked his car, making the passenger door fall off. "Stupid car! Stupid world! Stupid idiot bent on ruling the world!"

Somewhere in Washington D.C., President Bush sneezed.

-

It was about eight o'clock at night when he heard Shuichi come, but when he first heard the terrible screeching noise outside, he didn't know it was he. When the noise had gotten too much to handle, Yuki got up from his comfortable place in the couch and pulled back the curtain to see what the hell was making that annoying noise.

He should have guessed it was Shuichi, who had seemingly pushed a pile of junk onto the lawn he had just mowed that morning. He sighed. Life really did suck, and then you died.

End of Lesson Two

Sorry people! This one was done really, really fast. I guess you could say I pulled this one out of my ass. Anyway, review please! Give me feedback!

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