DESTINY
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of éX-Driver.
Summary:
Nothing comes between a boy and his car.
Lisa obtained rounds toward her perception of him as this pervert kid.
Lorna-san was less critical than Lisa, but was still convinced Souichi had been peeping and going through Rei-san's unmentionables when he definitely wasn't (that was just what it looked like!).
Chief Munakata said he understood. A bluff. He drilled Souichi on how it felt to snag a momentary flash of Rei-san naked and touch her, when Souichi couldn't remember details besides the cleavage Rei-san showed off already clothed (since he fainted), and at no point did he feel her up.
Ogawa-san was frustrated Souichi rubbed his hands over Rei-san's motorbike and tightened the bolts on the Ducati. Not Rei-san. Full stop.
Souichi exited the refresh room. This time, he'd taken extra care to confirm someone who shouldn't be there in the men's showers wasn't in fact there. His arms, greasy from tuning up his Super Seven, and his forehead – also greasy from wiping the sweat off of it with his greasy arms – were now squeaky clean.
What did women want? Lisa embarrassed herself chasing her "dream man," but a guy comments she's cute or tries to pick her up, and she's suddenly regulations, regulations, KILL!
Breaking for the garage and jumping into the seat of the car he loved to death, Souichi set his gloves on the surface of the steering wheel. Souichi may not have remembered the curves of the beautiful woman éx-Rider who'd barged into their territory, but he remembered intimately his machine's every component. Every chip in the paint. Every sound it could make.
Maintenance he expended more fuel on compared to any school assignment in England.
Courage! Speed! Technique!
Targets locked in runaways were sad and one-pattern. They were missing out on what it was to run away. AI cars ruined that for them.
To control a gasoline-powered vehicle, unafraid to clutch the gearshift.
To assume formation, air ramming your goggles, eyes wide open.
Tunnels, trees, the road racing by.
Bones vibrating. Betting your life.
Heart thirsting. Thumping loud, the scatter of driving rain.
The fuse burning straight into your dreams.
In your soul, not knowing the meaning of despair. The meaning of impossible.
The danger zone.
The last mile.
Earning his éx-Driver license and getting behind the wheel of his Super Seven was DESTINY.
"Just do it!" Souichi shouted at himself.
His Super Seven bulleted out onto the highway.
