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[rd][fic][Ouran High Host Club][Transformers 07Movie] Twin Terrors, part three
Twin Terrors, part three
by K. Stonham
prereleased 6th November 2007
Haruhi was, in her odd pauper crossdresser way, totally immune to the beauty and glory that was Lamborghini's finest make. Hikaru seemed crushed by this (for three seconds, at least) but Kaoru had rather been expecting it. Haruhi, after all, almost always reacted in a way completely counter to what anyone normal would expect.
Hikaru and Kaoru had quickly decided they loved their cars. Not only were they the sleekest, sexiest wheels in Japan, they drove like dreams, and, even by their jaded standards, the twins had to admit they looked damn good draped across the hoods. Haruhi, of course, just blinked, rolled her eyes, and refused to convert to the Church of Reventon even after Hikaru had taken her for a drive in the red one.
( The passenger was confusing, Sideswipe decided. The most basic of scans revealed that the human was female, but she wore a male uniform and was addressed as a male by most of the rest of the students. Not so by his and Sunny's pair of twins, though. Was there some arcane organic inheritance law at work that required her to have the social position of a male? Though equal in their theory and philosophy, the two human genders on this planet did seem to have definite assigned roles in their society....)
It was probably originally Hikaru's suggestion to take "extra" driving lessons, but by the time the twins managed their first successful parallel drifts, Kaoru was so elated that he didn't care. Both of them, however, found it rather annoying when a couple of their idiot male classmates dubbed their cars "Akane" and "Kinki" and declaimed loudly that they were the only girlfriends the brothers could get.
Grinning, Hikaru and Kaoru used their best Tamaki-taught charm and invited the idiots' girlfriends for drives.
They were rather gratified a few days later when they heard both couples had broken up.
( He and Sides had ended up deciding they liked the twins who were their drivers, or at least found them amusing. For Sunstreaker's part, he found the identical humans not too aesthetically displeasing, and admitted that whoever had initially taught them to drive had done a decent job of it. He'd only had to grab control back once, hitting the brakes when Kaoru hadn't seen an oncoming driver who would have gotten them into a wreck. Hiding was one thing; letting the finish on his paint job get ruined was, in Sunstreaker's opinion, something else entirely. He hadn't missed how the blood had drained from the human's face, but thankfully the "oddness" of the incident seemed to have been quickly forgotten. Though Kaoru had been a little more cautious afterward.)
Hikaru flung himself out of Akane almost as soon as the car had come to a stop and run over to the driver's side of Kinki. "Kaoru!"
The door was raised, but Kaoru was still strapped in, face drawn and pale. Hikaru threw himself on his twin, frantically patting him down, checking for cuts or bruises. "Kaoru, are you okay?"
His brother was staring at the center of the steering wheel, lips slightly parted. His eyes drifted to meet Hikaru's. "Hikaru..." he said softly.
Hikaru practically hauled his brother out of the vehicle and into the mansion, into their bedroom, wanting to get his other half to a place where he knew Kaoru would be safe, where he wouldn't allow anything to hurt him.
Kaoru didn't go to bed until late that night, though, staying up on the computer, looking at Lamborghini sites.
"Kaoru?" Hikaru sleepily murmured as his twin finally shut off the monitor and crawled beneath the covers.
Kaoru lay still for a moment before murmuring, "I didn't hit the brakes. The car did it without me."
( He hadn't really expected that human twins would be as close as he and Sideswipe were, but the aftermath of that little almost-accident had proved Sunstreaker wrong. He and Sideswipe hadn't seen the human twins for a whole solar cycle afterward. Sides put even odds on the two of them never being driven again. But the humans proved more resilient than Sideswipe had expected, and Sunstreaker had limited himself to one comment that night on why those kind of logic processes had led to Sideswipe losing every single game he'd ever played against Smokescreen... and Prowl... and himself.
That set off a fight only limited by the size of the garage the servants had parked them in.)
He hadn't braked. Kaoru knew that for a fact. And nothing he'd found anywhere indicated that Lamborghini had started installing anything resembling AIs or passenger safety technology of that degree in any of their vehicles. Not even the top-of-the-line Reventons.
Which, incidentally, came only in the specially formulated Reventon gray/green color. Not in golden yellow or ruby red. He supposed the vehicles could have been repainted before his and Hikaru's birthday, but a casual question to their father ruled that out. They'd come straight from Lamborghini in those colors.
Most damning of all, after spending a full minute staring at the steering wheel in shock, he'd realized that the symbol embossed on it wasn't the Lamborghini bull. And no amount of web-searching turned up anything similar to it.
They had to be Reventons. They were too perfect, too luxurious.
Except they couldn't be.
And in the face of that apparent contradiction, all Kaoru could do was throw himself into research and try to figure out what "Kinki" and "Akane" really were.
( "He's onto us, Sunny," Sideswipe warned, noting the way that his brother's twin was slower approaching the golden car than his own twin was.
"Can't be. He can't prove a thing," Sunstreaker retorted. "And until he can, we just sit tight."
Sideswipe would have rolled his optics and decked his brother one if they'd been in bipedal form. "And what do we do after he can prove it, genius?"
"Find someplace new to lay low," Sunstreaker retorted.
If he hadn't been Sunny's twin, Sideswipe would have missed the fact that his brother's transmission was tainted with the faintest note of reluctance. "You like them!"
"Of course I do," Sunny retorted. "They're hellions and troublemakers. What's not to like?")
It wasn't just the steering wheel. Any place the Lamborghini logo should have been--on the hood, on the wheels, on the headrests... it was that same symbol.
It was classy. Subtle. Discreet.
And decidedly not what was supposed to be there.
He knew Hikaru had realized it too when his brother folded a sheet of notebook paper into a neat origami crane and tossed it at Kaoru across Haruhi's desk. Kaoru unfolded the note, paused at the symbol Hikaru had replicated, then hid it in his textbook, not even looking over at his twin. But he knew Hikaru's eyes were on him, and he nodded subtly. Haruhi, between them, shot suspicious glances back and forth before returning her attention to their teacher.
( "We're screwed," Sideswipe said as both human twins now approached them with a healthy amount of caution.
"They still can't prove anything," Sunstreaker replied.
"If Prowl finds out--"
"Prowl can go slag himself," Sunny retorted. "Fragger hasn't found us after nearly an orn."
Hikaru's fingers traced gently over the Autobot symbol on Sideswipe's steering wheel and he suppressed a shiver. It had been weird enough feeling these organic creatures in them without the humans being conscious of their own touch.
The human's expression suddenly shifted. "You and I," he said, and Sideswipe knew that Hikaru was talking to him, not to a mere human car, "are going for a drive."
"We are in such trouble," Sideswipe transmitted to his brother. "What did you do with the original cars, Sunny?"
"Warehouse," Sunstreaker replied. "We can sub them back overnight." And then a foot was pressing on Sideswipe's accelerator, and the human-built road raced away under his tires.)
Kaoru hadn't wanted to talk about it where the cars could overhear them (and that just sounded like sanatorium talk, even to himself) but Hikaru had wanted to take the problem to its source. He'd given in to his brother's idea on the basis that the cars, whatever they were, hadn't hurt them yet... and so he was racing down the expressway, side-by-side with Hikaru's Reventon, the world and other cars blurring past them. Kaoru didn't even look at the speedometer, just ran with it, testing the machine's limits, testing his own.
And when red and blue lights began flashing behind them, he just pressed the pedal closer to the floor. There wasn't a police car in Japan that could outrace a Reventon.
Or so he'd thought, until the police car chasing them not only kept pace but began to pull closer.
That was when the Reventon jammed its accelerator to the floor, control of the steering wheel slipping from his hands as it drove itself.
Kaoru stared at the wheel. "I knew it," he breathed, and risked a look out the passenger window at the red car, where Hikaru met his gaze with a matching expression of terrified, astonished triumph.
( "Oh slag, it's Prowl!" Sideswipe yelped. "Floor it!"
"The two of you," their superior officer promised, "are in such trouble."
"Stuff it, Prowl!" Sunstreaker snapped, dodging around a slow-moving human vehicle. "Where the slag have you been?"
"Making contacts in the local law enforcement and arranging to contact Prime through native channels," Prowl replied flatly. "Ratchet will be arriving shortly, and I'm to escort the two of you to a meeting point."
"Ratchet!" Sideswipe and Sunstreaker yelped as one, both instinctively braking as they slalomed an exit from the expressway into an abandoned industrial area.
"Oh yes," Prowl promised, and there was dark joy in his voice. "I look forward to your repairs at his hands."
"What about First Aid?" Sideswipe couldn't help whining. First Aid at least was nice....
"He's still settling in on the North American continent," Prowl remarked, hot on their tails as the twin brothers parallel drifted into an empty warehouse. "Now, quit running away and make your reports!"
"Slaggit," Sideswipe muttered to his brother. "Sunny?"
"No better options," Sunstreaker replied, his tone irked. "Best to comply."
With an annoyed sigh, Sideswipe opened his driver's door, letting Hikaru stumble out just as Kaoru exited Sunstreaker's cabin. And Prowl was just taking in their passengers now, because he growled in a low, displeased tone, "Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, you have kidnapped humans?"
"Err... not so much, really," Sideswipe replied as he and Sunny transformed into bipedal form. "Kind of the other way, actually?"
"It's a long story," Sunny told their superior officer flatly, standing upright even as Prowl himself transformed.
And the Hitachiin twins, standing side by side, their hands intertwined, were staring up at them. "Hikaru," Kaoru said slowly, "I don't think we got cars for our birthday....")
Author's Note: Another stab at "why is Prowl a Japanese police car?" ^_^ Also, "Akane" is a girl's name in Japan indicating a red color, and "Kinki" I made up to match from the kanji "gold" and "spirit."
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Cannot wait for the Ratchet explosion.
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*giggles*
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Want more Prowl!
Cut quote rules.
Would go on further, but my internet is down so I am trying to squeeze a full day's worth of internet fix into the fifteen or so minutes I have before the computer lab closes. I will be more long-windedly complimentary next update, I promise.
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(I'd have picked "Kinchi" for "gold" and "spirit".)
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(I just suggested because I'm not sure how well Sunstreaker would take be called 'Kinky' once he finds out what it means in english.)
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I think once the Hitachiins get actual introductions to their "cars," Akane and Kinki are going to be dropped except for occasional harrassment use. ^_^ Current project is figuring out which way to translate "Sideswipe" and "Sunstreaker" into Japanese, and then deciding if I even want to bother using the translated names or not. While one of them (Sunny, I think) was called "Lambo" in Japan, I've never been able to find out what the other was called....
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I'm not saying you should change it. I'm kind of looking forward to Ratchet's reaction to "Kinky".
(My kanji choice would have been Kinko - gold daughter, and changed the next day to avoid legal troubles from Kinko's.)
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Kinki...now for some reason, I think of Sunstreaker speaking in a broad Kansai accent. XD