Disclaimer: I do not own No. 6.
A/N: Thank you so much PrincessTutu22 and koolkat2582! Thank you everyone else who's reading this, too!
The lesson had started out extremely well, there were barely any other cars around, the area was one that didn't have any possible hazards, and Rikiga had even fallen asleep and so was unable to cause any distractions. Nezumi was honestly shocked at how well it was going, but figured after the last lesson they all deserved a break.
Then they found out why there weren't many cars around. When the first bicyclist went by, they thought nothing of it. After all, they'd seen plenty of people riding bikes in the morning for exercise before. It wasn't until a large group passed by the car that they began wondering if this was normal. Another rather large group was right behind that one, and that was when Nezumi noticed they all seemed to be racing, since several went around the other side of the car so they could go around the large group.
Of course, several bicyclists suddenly appearing in front of the car freaked Shion out a bit, since he hadn't seen them go around the car. "Where are all these people coming from?"
"I've never seen this many at one time before," Inukashi agreed, "Besides that one time I saw the Tour de France on TV..."
"WE'RE IN FRANCE?!" Shion screamed, eyes growing wide. He hadn't been driving that long, had he?
"No, we aren't in France," Nezumi replied.
"I actually didn't watch it, I just saw a bunch of bicyclists in a huge group, and there was a reporter saying that it was called the 'Tour de France' but then they started talking about the weather and I changed the channel." continued Inukashi.
"So why is it happening here if it's the Tour de France?" Shion asked.
"I didn't say it was the Tour de France. I just said it reminded me of it." Inukashi explained.
"Well then what is it?"
"How should I know?" Inukashi shrugged.
Soon they passed by a parking lot packed with bicyclists, which seemed to be either the starting point, ending point, or possibly even both, for whatever the event was. After the large group that had been keeping pace with the car entered the parking lot, they figured they wouldn't see as many bicyclists anymore. However, another group left the parking lot not long afterwards, and it was like nothing had changed.
Besides the fact that this group seemed to be annoyed that there was a car on the road during their event. Several bicyclists appeared to be yelling at them angrily, but fortunately the windows were up so they couldn't actually hear anything, which was good because otherwise it would be extremely distracting for Shion.
Since yelling wasn't getting the bicyclists their way, one decided to kick it up a notch and threw their helmet at the car. The resulting thud told Nezumi there would definitely be a dent in the side of the car.
"You gotta be kidding me. I just got this car!" grumbled Nezumi. "And I won't be getting any help from my insurance company after what happened to the last car." This last statement was accompanied by a glare towards Rikiga, who would probably have considered himself lucky to be asleep since if looks could kill, he'd be back in the hospital.
"Sorry," Shion spoke up sheepishly.
"It wasn't your fault," Nezumi reassured him, flinching as another thud warned him someone else was following the first guy's lead. No wonder there weren't any other cars here. "Let's just pull over and let them pass," Nezumi suggested, rolling his eyes.
Once the group was out of sight, Nezumi sighed with relief. "Thank goodness that's over. How long do you think this thing lasts?"
Inukashi pickpocketed Rikiga's phone and searched for the requested information. "It lasts another hour."
"Let's just find an empty parking lot and wait there until it's over." Once they stopped, Nezumi decided to see how badly the car was damaged. Perhaps it wouldn't be as bad as he was anticipating.
"What on earth were those helmets made of?" asked Nezumi a few minutes later, after getting over the initial shock. It wasn't as bad as he'd been expecting at all. It was much worse.
