Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Backseat Driver ❯ Second Gear ( Chapter 2 )

Backseat Driver

By, Jamie1317kast

 

Their first couple classes out of the way, the Madabuchi trio looks forward to enjoying their first time on the road. But what's this? Their usual Sensei is sick, and their new substitute is more than willing to whip slackers like Shigure into shape.

 

Disclaimer: Fruits Basket is copyrighted to Natsuki Takaya, not me. Ryoko belongs to me, and Midnight belongs to Kirenia.

 

Rated R just because `Gure and Aya are in the same fic together.

 

Second Gear:

 

Spring was now well under way, with sakura blossoms and lilac bushes emphasizing that fact. It seemed like every single flower in existence was in bloom, which meant, pollen.

Which meant… allergies.

" Achoo!"

Shigure looked over his Driver's Ed homework at Hatori, who had sneezed.

" Don't tell me you're allergic to spring?"

Hatori unsuccessfully glared at his cousin. " I'm nob allergic to sprig." He managed to say.

Aya looked up from copying off of Hatori's paper. " Sprig?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

" Isn't thab what I sid?"

Shigure and Ayame burst out laughing. " Oh-oh God, Ha'ri! P-puh-please, don't say anything else! Y-you're killin' us!"

" Whabs wrong wib the vay I talk?"

Hatori's attempts to silence his cousins verbally only earned him more ear-splitting laughter. So he simply settled for glaring at them instead. The boys sat up, wiping tears from their eyes.

" So, 'Gure-san, do you think we're going to get to drive tomorrow?" Ayame leaned back, tossing his hair over his shoulder.

" We might, Aya, we just might."

Ayame turned now to Hatori. " Tori-san, will our drivers test be hard? You know, the one at the end?"

Carefully perusing his paper for any mistakes, Hatori turned to consult his handbook. " I bon't tink so. As log as ve study, there shouldn't be any problms. Ayabe, if you laugh at me agin, I vill nock you through te rof."

 

Shigure had long since gotten used to the old feel of their driving school. He rather liked it, though, the small class size meant that their Sensei could work with each of them individually.

Hatori was, of course, the best in the class. Ryoko joked that he was ready for his test right after day one, and his cousins didn't doubt it.

Ayame was second in the class. Unlike Shigure, he was learning not to stare at Ryoko's breasts, which greatly improved his concentration.

Shigure was dead last. He spent all class staring at Ryoko's breasts bouncing along in front of the chalkboard, and didn't learn a thing. He often stayed late to have everything explained to him, again. But Ryoko never got farther than a sentence or two before Shigure was off in Breast World.

Men.

Of course, taking the time to meet each boy's learning needs didn't necessarily mean that they were all passing.

Shigure was failing. In fact, he was counting on it. To stay behind with a hot sensei, chances like that didn't come very often, and Shigure Sohma intended to make the most of it.

Dogs.

So, you can imagine that Shigure was the most surprised when he saw that they had a substitute.

I believe the word ' Damn!' was his exact thought.

As the Madabuchi Trio settled into their seats, their substitute looked over their last quiz grades. She slowly lowered the papers and peered at the boys down the bridge of her nose.

" Which one of you is Sohma, Shigure?" She asked, hiding a smile when he dazedly came to attention.

" 'Gure-san, that's you." Ayame whispered back to his cousin who was still staring off into hammer space.

" You." Their new sensei stated, pointing at Shigure. " Explain something to me." She stood up and walked around to the front of the desk. She was really a beautiful woman, with her liquid-red eyes and her long black hair. The name tag-sticky clutching to her chest pronounced that her name was Midnight. Her name echoed her style of clothing. Everything Midnight owned, or wore, was black. She never wore skirts or dresses either; the wind getting up into her knickers was just too much of an odd feeling.

Midnight stalked down the aisles of desks, stopping before Shigure's at the back of the class. Lost in his daydreams, a goofy smile on his face, Shigure didn't even notice the Sensei until she was right in front of him.

And, by then, it was too late.

Bringing a hand down hard on the wood of his desk, Shigure was rudely awakened from his porn fantasy and none too happy.

" What did you do that for?" He yelped, startled.

" To get your attention, kid." Midnight calmly replied.

Shigure attempted to make an accusation, but Midnight cut him off.

" Why, pray tell, aren't you passing this class?"

The question stopped Shigure's words dead on his lips. He couldn't tell her the truth, but if he didn't, she looked like she'd beat it out of him.

" Um…" He choked out, slumping down in his seat with Midnight towering over him. " Um…."

" Ryoko's going out of her way to give you extra help, that she isn't even being paid for, might I add. And you can't even get your head out of the clouds long enough to appreciate that effort? Ugh, men!"

Midnight stalked back to her desk, and shuffled through some random papers. Ayame and Hatori looked back at Shigure who was still coming down from his recent shock. Hatori spoke up.

" Where is Sensei Ryoko-san?" When Midnight glared at him, Hatori glared back, thankful that his allergies had subsided for today. " I'm simply concerned." He stated, and Midnight seemed to relax.

" She's sick." Was the only reply that was given?

Throughout the rest of the class, Midnight relentlessly quizzed Shigure on the information he didn't even know.

' You know,' He thought to himself after a harsh grilling, ' if I didn't know better, I'd say she was enjoying this.'

When Midnight grinned at him, his suspicions where confirmed. ' Yup, she hates me.'

 

Shigure was so worn out by the end of the day, that Hatori and Ayame had to carry him home. He didn't really mind, he was afraid his feet would abandon him the moment he trusted them to stand.

" Ugh, I'm putting you on a diet, Shigure." Came Hatori's remark from somewhere by his head.

" I'll have to second you on that, Tori-san." Ayame chimed in.

Shigure didn't really care, his brain hurt too much to notice. He knew that he wasn't going to pass at least the written part of the Driver's test, he was too disorganized.

The driving part didn't sound so hard, Ayame and Hatori were driving next Saturday, and the mechanics didn't look too difficult. Shigure just supposed that he would borrow the car that was going to be Ha'ri's and practice with it sometime during the week.

' Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.' He thought as Hatori and Aya settled him into bed.

' A really great idea.'