At the age of three, Fran would crawl around the house with his Hot Wheels, making 'Vroom' noises as he moved from room to room. His parents would watch from whatever room they were in and smile at their son's activities.

At the age of five, Fran received his first Racecar magazine from his father. His dad would pick him up, sit him on his lap and read the magazine for the little boy while Fran listened eagerly.

At the age of seven, Fran met nine year old Spanner. The blonde was good at fixing things and helped Fran build a Go-Kart one year, Spanner would build the Go-Karts and Fran would test them. Fran would race with the other kids in the neighborhood and would win most of his races. And later on Fran would race the older kids and win as well.

At the age of ten Fran lost his parents in a car crash. His father and mother had been coming home from work and a drunk driver had crashed into his father's car, killing the three of them. That day Fran lost all the feelings that came with being human, he became numb, unfeeling. A day later, Spanners mom would take custody of Fran and Fran would live with his best friend. And Spanner would have to deal with a new Fran.

At the age of fourteen, Fran drove for the first time and crashed into the mailbox across the street. Spanner had simply sighed, and told him to try to pull away from the curb again. That day, Fran crashed into six mailboxes and made it to the end of the street, which wasn't really that far. Two years later, Fran received his license and Spanner surprised him by giving him a car. The Honda Accord wasn't all that good looking and looked pretty beaten up but it ran very well and Fran was thankful for having such a great friend.

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Fran gave a small yawn as he slid into his car and stuck the key into the ignition. As the car literally roared to life, Fran wondered to himself why school had to be so early in the morning. Before he had the chance to pull out of the driveway, Spanner tapped on his window and made rolling motions with his hands. Fran pressed the button that slid the window down and stared blankly at his friend and housemate.

"Yes?"

"You forgot your lunch."

Fran stared at the Power Rangers lunchbox in Spanners hand. He really didn't want it.

"I'll buy something" Fran muttered quickly, hoping to get that ugly lunchbox to stay at home.

"I made it with love" Well with Spanner's bland voice it didn't really sound like it.

"Please get that away from me" Fran sighed, feeling queasy just at the sight of the lunchbox.

"I made your favorite" Spanner pushed the lunchbox in Fran's direction and Fran quickly pressed the up button, the poor, ugly lunchbox getting stuck.

"I can survive my day without a peanut butter, cotton candy and jelly sandwich" Fran began to push the down and up button, crushing the lunchbox each time the window went back up.

"There's a surprise."

"I'm going to be late."

"Just take it." And with a smart move, Spanner pushed the lunchbox in when the window went down. The horrible kiddy lunchbox fell into his lap.

"I'm going to run it over" Fran declared, tossing the lunchbox onto the passenger seat.

"Have a good day" and then Spanner was gone, dragging himself back into the house in his embarrassing bunny slippers and nightcap.

Fran shook his head and drove off, crashing into the neighbor's mailbox as he went.

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He had simply been sent to buy groceries by Spanner after he got back from school. That was all. Just to buy groceries.

But now, for some reason, there was a beautiful, indigo Lamborghini Reventon bumping into his Accord and Fran wasn't sure if he was about to be held up or challenged to a race. The person in the gorgeous car flashed his headlights and Fran took it as a sign that he wanted to race. Fran swallowed dryly, he wasn't exactly sure his Accord could take the speed of racing but that would not stop Fran from trying. He was glad that the streets were empty as the person in the challenging car pulled up next to him.

The headlights flashed once, then twice and by then Fran guessed that it was a countdown and got ready to go by the third flash, when it came, they were off. The Reventon immediately took the lead, leaving the Accord in its dust as it sped off. Fran was quick in trying to catch up, pressing the gas pedal down as far as it would go and soon came neck to neck with the Reventon. The Reventon made a quick turn, confusing Fran for a moment before he followed the sleek car. The two cars made several turns before Fran passed the Reventon for all of three seconds before the sports car took the lead once again.

After fifteen minutes, the Reventon slowed down and pulled into an empty lot, Fran, feeling lost around these areas, followed the car and parked next to it when the sports car finally came to a stop. Fran heard the owner of the beautiful car step out and Fran hesitated, not wanting to see what his car looked like compared to the Lamborghini. He jumped a bit at the sound of slapping on his hood and stepped out of the car and instantly felt like he had died and went to heaven.

Before him there were four new, beautiful sports cars, their owners standing, sitting or leaning on them. The owner of the indigo Lamborghini Diablo seemed to be a girl that was either younger than Fran or the same age. The car had a blue tropical flower painted onto the side of it, making the car much more beautiful. The owner of the pink Lamborghini Diablo also looked Fran's age if not younger, the pink vehicle had a red rose painted onto the hood and Fran almost wanted to touch it to see if it was real. The next two cars were an orange and white Audi R8's. The orange one had fangs on the hood while the white one had a purple yo-yo on the roof. Fran took this chance to look to his left where he saw the Reventon, mismatched blue and red eyes on the hood. The owner, a man with the same mismatched eyes that were on his car, was staring at him, a strange grin on his face.

"Oi, Mukuro-san, who's the kid?" Fran turned his head to the dirty blonde who was sitting on the roof of his orange Audi, Fran almost wanted to scold him for sitting on such a beautiful car but then he would also have to scold the guy with a barcode on his cheek.

"Kufufu, please be patient Ken" the guy Fran assumed was Mukuro ordered. The pineapple haired guy turned to face Fran and gave him a creepy smile that was probably meant to be comforting, "What is your name, Little One?"

"Fran" the teen mumbled, feeling a blend of shyness, nervousness and confusement.

"I'm Ken Joshima" said the dirty blonde, sliding down from the hood and going towards Fran. "That's Kakipi" Ken said with jab of his thumb towards the barcode man.

The barcode man sighed and pushed himself off of his hood, "Chikusa Kakimoto."

"You may call me M.M" the girl with the pink hair instructed as she sauntered over to where Fran and everyone else was joining.

The last one to join was the youngest looking one, a girl who looked like a female version of Mukuro, "I'm Chrome…" she whispered shyly before backing away a bit.

"Stupid girl" Ken snorted.

"So…why am I here?" Fran asked, looking over to Mukuro who was clearly the leader of the group.

"Allow me to tell you about ourselves, Little One" Mukuro insisted, moving to stand before Fran.

Fran nodded, giving consent to continue.

"We are group called Kokuyo, as you may know already; we race cars with other groups and individuals. There is a group called the Varia that we would like to race" Mukuro paused and tucked a lock of odd purple hair behind his ear before continuing, " We are short one member and without that last person, we can't race those bastards."

"So I'm that last person?" Fran questioned, staring up at Mukuro with his emotionless eyes.

"Yes, we would like you to join us, Little One. We will train you and by the end of the month we should be ready to face the Varia" Mukuro responded, staring back as Fran in a determined way.

"My car isn't race material…" Fran muttered, suddenly feeling out of place with his low class car.

"You will be provided with a racecar if you choose to join" Mukuro informed Fran, looking over to the four cars behind him and then back to Fran.

"Can I think about it?" Fran asked, shifting his weight on his feet.

"Of course" Mukuro grinned; it was grin of accomplishment that Fran wanted to punch off of him by rejecting his offer. But it was too damn tempting. Mukuro turned to look at Chikusa who was standing beside Ken, shoulders slumped and hands in his pockets, "Chikusa, be a dear and drive little Fran back to his home."

Chikusa nodded and fished his keys out of his pocket before heading over to his Audi and sliding in; Ken followed after him like a puppy and hopped into the passenger seat.

Mukuro sighed and rubbed his forehead, "Those two…they're attached to the hip, I swear."

Fran looked over to Mukuro, Chrome and M.M before nodding his goodbye and slipping into his car; he started the car and pulled out of the empty lot, Chikusa following him. Fran allowed Chikusa to lead him back to a familiar setting and when Fran finally recognized something he pulled up beside Chikusa. Ken rolled down the window on his side at the same time Fran bought his down as well.

"This is fine" he muttered lowly, rubbing his hands against his jeans.

Chikusa nodded and then unbuckled his seatbelt, he gave a low order to Ken to lean back and when the dirty blonde did as he was told, Chikusa leaned over him and leaned against the window.

"You should join" he said slowly, almost carefully as if he said it anymore loudly he would scare Fran away. Fran stared at the card that Chikusa handed to him and saw directions to what Fran guessed was the lot.

"I'll think about it" And with that said, Fran wished them a good night and drove off.

As he entered his home, Spanner stared at him from the living room couch.

"It took you an hour and a half to pick up some eggs, juice and cereal?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fran shrugged and made his way to the kitchen, placing the grocery bag on the counter and unpacking the brown paper bag.

"You better not be getting into anything bad, Fran" Spanner said almost knowingly and Fran went stiff for a second.

Now that he thought about it, the kind of racing Kokuyo did was most likely illegal. This meant that if he joined he would be doing something he shouldn't be.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Spanner asked as he leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at Fran who stood at the island, a carton of juice in his hands.

"I was challenged by a Reventon" Fran responded quickly and quietly, opening up the fridge and placing the orange juice on one of the shelves.

"Did you win?" Spanner sounded amused, which somewhat surprised Fran. The guy normally never had much emotion in his voice to begin with but it got a bit worse when Fran lost his emotions as well, the only time Fran saw Spanner showing great emotions was when the blonde was fixing cars or something related to Fran.

"No…" Fran muttered and leaned against the island.

"Well that was to be expected" Spanner sighed and began to play with a strand of his hair.

Fran nodded and left the kitchen with a good night, feeling extremely tired. Spanner let him go which Fran was thankful for.

As Fran tucked himself in his last thought of the day was: What the hell am I getting into?