Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Drabble Series #2 - Theme Parks ❯ Drabble #1 "Formula One" ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the G boys, I just borrow them from time to time and return them a whole lot happier. Written for pleasure not profit.

 

Warnings: Fluff

 

Rating: PG 13

 

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4

 

Summary: The guys try their luck at go kart racing.

 

Drabble #1 in the Drabble series 'Theme Parks' A series of drabbles about the guys and their escapades at some of America's theme parks.

 

"Formula One"

 

November 2007 - ShenLong

 

 

"Doesn't look like much to me," muttered Wufei as the five boys entered the Magic Mountain Theme Park.

 

"Aw, come on, 'Fei. Relax, go with the flow. If you loosen up a bit I'm sure you'll surprise yourself by having some fun," replied Duo as he bounced along.

 

"Hn," mumbled Heero.

 

"Oh, look. Grand Prix racing!" exclaimed Quatre and pointed to a race track where several 'go karts' were puttering around.

 

"You call that Grand Prix?" questioned Trowa.

 

"Okay, I admit they're not all that fast, but let's try them anyway - please?" Quatre added a pout and puppy eyes for good measure.

 

Trowa melted.

 

Five minutes later the four boys were all in a car each and revving madly.

 

"Where the hell is Q?" asked Duo from his position in the red car number 2.

 

"I thought he was behind you," replied Heero from the blue, number 1 car.

 

"Probably gone to get some goggles," muttered Trowa, the engine of his green, number 3 car protesting the force of Trowa's foot on the accelerator.

 

"I hope he's not bringing those forty body guards with him. There aren't enough karts," muttered Wufei from the number 5, black car.

 

"Don't worry, I see him," shouted Duo above the roar of the engines - actually, it was more of a putter than a roar, but Duo liked to think of it as a roar.

 

Quatre beamed a smile and waved to them all as he strapped himself into the seat of the yellow, number 4 car right at the back of the grid.

 

"He doesn't stand a chance," Duo snickered to himself and revved his car once more.

 

"And they're off!" shouted the attendant as she waved for the line to start.

 

Immediately all five pilots stamped on the accelerators and putt-putted out of the starting grid and onto the track.

 

They jockeyed for position, cutting on the inside of each other on the corners, sliding across the tarmac in every effort to be in first place.

 

The rest of the field hung back, not wanting to be a part of the cut throat rivalry.

 

Trowa cast a glance over his shoulder to see Wufei about to overtake him. Quatre was way behind, appearing to be struggling to get any speed from his kart.

 

They continued to 'zoom' around the track, whoops and hollers coming from Duo's mouth, grunts and 'hn's' coming from Heero's whilst Wufei complained loudly that his ride-on-lawnmower went faster; until Trowa pointed out that the engines on the karts were the same as the usual 'walk behind and push lawnmower'.

 

They were on the back straight - one more corner to go before the sprint to the finish line. Duo and Heero were neck and neck, Wufei hot on their bumpers while Trowa brought up the fourth position, still wondering if Quatre was okay. Zipping around the last corner, all the guys put their foot to the floor - and the cars stopped.

 

A blonde blur whizzed though on the inside to take the checkered flag.

 

While four pilots scratched their heads in bewilderment, Quatre made sure to tuck the spanner and small, empty bottle of rocket fuel into his jeans.

 

He snickered to himself. Heero wasn't the only one with spandex space.

 

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