A/N: okay, I'm going to have to put almost all my stuff on Hiatus until I get at least one of the two one-shots done that I've got planned. I have two I want done. I want them done so very badly that I can taste it. So now I'm going to post this, but afterwards, I need to get to work on 'Lightning' and 'Rain' and some NCIS stuff. Sorry everyone. But they shouldn't take too awfully long. Be glad for that. Maybe a day to four days at the most. Give or take.
Disclaimer: Man Of Action is the most epic creator of all tv shows EVER!!! I thank him for the day he imagined Ben 10…
"You know what?" snarled Kevin. His eyes were alight with a dark inferno of rage. "You can't say that your car is better than mine!" Besides the fury that boiled in his chest, he was angry above and beyond all else.
"Why the heck not?!" Ben came back with. "My car is better! And newer! And perfectly more beautiful in every single possible freaking way!" He poked Kevin's chest nice and hard. This was going to be fun. For once, he had a car. He had a reason to be better than Kevin for the first time in a long time. The brunette challenged Kevin with a sneering smirk.
Gwen only shook her head. "Guys, are you really going to fight about useless stuff like this when-"
"YOU WANNA GO?!" Kevin yelled, putting his hand on the hood of his own car. The green metal climbed up his skin like ivy up a brick wall to grow closer to the sun. Suddenly his metallic armor made his entire body glint from the moonlight that washed over the two of them and Gwen, the Mr. Smoothy parking lot empty, it being the middle of the night and all. "I WILL KNOCK YOUR BLOCK OFF, JUST SAY THE WORD, TENNYSON!"
Ben poised his hand over the Ultimatrix. It glowed ominously in the fading darkness. "Maybe I want to fight you. Maybe I don't."
Kevin's lip curled up and a growl was released from his throat. "Tennyson, don't make me kill you…" he warned.
"Kevin, if you kill him, keep in mind that I will be very, very upset with you," the redhead reminded her boyfriend. She gave him her signature warning glare, emerald eyes cautioning him to cut it out before someone was seriously hurt. Her hand closed around his cold, hard shoulder.
He was quiet for a few seconds. "Let's go." Kevin let the metal melt around him. "Come on. Get in your stupid car and let's get going." He moved back towards the driver side door of his own car and slid into the cool leather seat. "Gwen, build a sort of raceway like thing for us."
She raised an eyebrow.
"You don't want me to fight him and I need to prove a point somehow so make mana into a whole bunch of walls so that we can drive without hurting some random hobo walking down the street or somethin' stupid like that."
Somehow, her boyfriend's logic made sense. In a moronic way, of course. "Fine, but if you guys break anything, I-"
Kevin's car door had already slammed shut and Ben was honking his horn impatiently, ready to get moving and kick some Kevin Levin butt.
Gwen came to the conclusion that all boys were idiots. She spread her pink power across a couple of blocks while both boys revved the engines threateningly at each other. Yes, a couple of idiots indeed. "Don't break anything, follow the path, and GO!" she called out, loud enough for both to hear her through the glass of the windows and windshields.
Each car blasted forward at a surprising rate, Ben's slower than Kevin's only by nanoseconds. The force projecting them forward was sheer speed from the engines of each vehicle.
The girl only hoped that no hobos were within the walls of her mana or else they would be crushed to bits by those cars.
The first corner was a breeze for Kevin, used to his car as if it were his third hand. The agility of the car was nothing in comparison to the power of the engine and the lithe turns it cornered without any struggle from the driver. That wheel had become an extension of his own body along with the armor he usually wore.
Ben had to grip the wheel harder and cut the corner, the tail end of his car drifting out to hit the wall of mana for only a second before he was able to regain the sense of control he had with the rubber tires on black pavement.
His green eyes bolted forward again to check Kevin's progress to find that his friend was already gone. He flipped open a tiny box on the control panel that the dark teen had installed for him and pressed the smallest button he could find. The bigger buttons always meant bigger stuff. Ben wanted to win a race, not blow up the central city part of Bellwood. That would definitely suck if he did that. The threat rating from the tv would skyrocket.
Long gone, Kevin flipped open his own panel and set down an oil slick for Benji. Why not cheat to win what he deserved? He built the newer car from scratch. Of course, it couldn't compare anywhere close to the level that his own ride was at.
The sleek black car spun rapidly and Ben let out a slight girlish shriek as he blasted through the wall of mana and nearly crashed into the central bank of Bellwood. He really didn't want the threat rating to go up. And this was already pressing the menace rates… The brunette boy slowed himself down pretty easily with the help of some heavy duty emergency brakes before letting the car hit full speed again and launching in the direction of the mana field again.
This race wasn't over yet.
Kevin let his hand guide the wheel to the left so that his ride rounded the corner nice and tight, the aspect of winning this thing clear and simple, nothing stopping him now. Gaze flicking to the rearview mirror, he suddenly regretted putting an extra turbo booster in the engine, just beneath the jumper cable station.
His car was dang fast, Ben knew that, but this speed had to be something that was serious. He was practically flying down the street, clearly breaking enough speed limits to land him in prison for a year or two. Well, not prison. Just a juvenile detention center. But close enough.
The dark teen didn't flinch as he passed the cop car sitting on the side of the road. The worst part was, he didn't realize it was inside the raceway that they were driving inside of.
The sirens were loud and quick to catch up behind him, right on his tail.
Kevin knew he would either have to bail or win it with a cop hot on his tail. The worst he could get was juvie for a few months. Eighteen wasn't too far away. The dark teen floored the gas, not wanting to give up what should've been an easy win. If only he hadn't have made Ben's car so wicked fast!
A smirk crawled across Ben's face. Another speeding ticket was exactly what Kevin needed. The brunette would have to call the people at the world record books so that they could see how many speeding tickets Kevin actually had. It had to be some kind of record.
Until he noticed that Kevin wasn't about to slow down. He had bulleted through another turn without the slightest hesitation or any attempt at slowing down.
Giving up wasn't an option. Kevin flipped on the radio to blare some scream-o garbage through the stereo system. He still hated the sound of sirens and cops cars. One calloused finger slid along the control panel until he found the button he was looking for, eyes still glued to the road. He knew every inch of his precious car just by touch. It was pressed and he felt the wheels grow large beneath the vehicle and the ground became further away as he rounded yet another corner through Gwen's endless maze of mana in his now morphed monster truck of a car.
"Bask in the glory, Benjamin Tennyson," he mused, eyes narrowed towards finding the end of this madness.
Ben urged the car forward faster and faster until he saw Kevin's car grow at least three times in size and become practically indestructible through shielding and massive wheels and axels growing rapidly to create drastic changes to the vehicle. And his jaw just dropped like a ton of bricks.
Kevin caught sight of Ben's expression through the rearview mirror. And he loved just shoving his magnificence all in the younger teen's face. So he gave a little laugh and urged his car forward yet again, the pedal pressed as far as it would go to the floor.
Finding himself directly behind the police car, Ben began to panic. Would he get a speeding ticket too even if the cops were after Kevin? He was speeding, no doubt about it. "Crap," hissed the brunette and he stayed right on target, pulling around the smaller automobile and propelling himself right up next to Kevin's monster truck thing. Then he flicked a button and the jets on the back through him right through another shield of mana as Kevin rounded a corner, clearly laughing his butt off at Ben being an idiot.
He already knew how to win. Kevin smirked. Races weren't about speed. They were about knowing when to use the speed you were given. So Benji was screwed, no questions asked.
Ben grabbed the wheel tighter and yanked it to stop from crashing into a huge apartment building. Why had he agreed to this? The car kept racing forward, the jets not slowing down any time soon.
And the dark teen was definitely laughing his butt off. It was too funny to see Ben flying around in his tiny car with no handling or control of any sort. Kevin's car was built perfectly to his specific needs of extreme handling, control, speed, agility, drift and power. The engine was wicked strong with a whole lot of horses under the hood. There was no question why he kept his car in such great condition. There was always a reason he fixed it on a regular basis. This had to be one of the best street races he'd ever been in.
Mr. Smoothy had to be only a short distance away by now, Ben assumed, throwing the car into another gear to slow it down by just a few miles so he could gain the control he needed again before charging back towards the wall of mana and crashing right through it, this time in front of Kevin.
The dark teen had no problem. He knew that Benji would want to win by a landslide and that the jets would fire up any moment now and he would fly through the walls of pink again and nearly destroy something else. Kevin was not worried in the least.
Being right as he usually was, the jet engines fired up again and Ben shot forward, this time hitting the wall of mana and bouncing off, skidding right in Kevin's way.
The wheels hovered right over the black and green car before landing right back on the other side, still pulsing forward directly into the parking lot of Mr. Smoothy. Victory was seized. Kevin pumped one fist into the air as he spun the car into a parking space right next to Gwen.
Ben, on the other hand, had to deal with the cop for twenty more minutes before coming into the parking lot, the paint job on his new ride destroyed from hitting his cousin's raceway a few too many times. "Hate you, Kevin," he growled after he had angrily slammed the car door shut and thrown the speeding ticket into his glove compartment.
"See, Gwen? I told you that we should've just fought it out," chuckled Kevin, just wanting to prove a point.
A/N: okay, now I'm off to get some writing done on my one-shots (will be done soon, hopefully) and then get to work on a new story that plum-dulce and I came up with randomly while PMing each other. Leave a review! Love you all!
~Sky