Secret Little Assassin

Morning Confessions

Blaze woke up with a yawn as he got up from the bed in the guest room he stayed in. He glanced over at the sun rising at the window beside his bed.

He still couldn't believe that Pickle... was an assassin. THE assassin that Speedrick... the guy whom he had thought was his friend... he had offered money to kill HIM, KIDNAP HIS SISTER, and KILL HIS ENTIRE FAMILY.

It was too much for him to take.

He needed time.

With a heavy sigh, he drove out of the room and headed through the halls. He had made it to the dining room when he caught a smell of food in the air.

"Hmm?"

He drove into the kitchen to find Crusher at the stove, cooking up what he could only assume as breakfast.

"Crusher?"

"GAH!" Crusher jumped and turned to the red truck in surprise. "Blaze? What are you doing up this early?"

"Just... woke up," Blaze shrugged. "And your... insomnia acted up?"

"As usual, it doesn't even surprise me anymore," Crusher also gave a shrug as he turned back to his cooking.

Blaze nodded and slowly made his way to the stove. He glanced over his shoulder to see what he was cooking. Crusher growled and shoved him a bit.

"Hey... I don't like it when someone looks over my shoulder,"

"Heeyyy, I just want to see what you're cooking..."

"Blaze... no, just get to the dining room and wait," Crusher huffed.

"Fine..." Blaze sighed before taking in the smell and grabbing the tongs that the dark blue truck had set on a plate nearby. "Mm, but it smells so nice! At least teach me how to cook... whatever you're cooking,"

"No! Give me that!" Crusher tried to grab the tongs back, but Blaze's grip on it was still tight. "Blaze! Gimmie!"

"Wait, Crusher, wait--!"

Blaze gripped tightly to the tongs to not let go and send the other in a tumble. Crusher pulled on the tongs, causing the two to have a tug of war over and over as they drove around the kitchen. Crusher gave his hardest tug, causing Blaze to yelp as he was pulled over. They both screamed as they tumbled and fell, Blaze landing on top of Crusher as they groaned. They were so dazed that they failed to hear tires driving towards them.

"Blaze, Crusher, what are you two doing-- um..."

The duo glanced up to see Phoenix, Flame, AJ and Sparkle staring down at them in confusion and surprise. Even Pickle, who had just come in, sleepy like a zombie from his mission, raised an eyebrow at them.

"So, I come in bloody and tired, and you two are... having a moment?"

"NO!" Crusher pushed the red truck off of him, face flushing as he went back to the stove.

"It's fine, Crusher," Pickle chuckled as he turned to head to bed. "난 그가 당신만큼 뜨거운 것 같아요(I think he's as hot as you)~"

"ピクルス 黙れ (Pickle, SHUT UP)!" Crusher's face reddened more, but thankfully, his head was turned away from the group, so they couldn't see it. "Just... get to the dining room! Everyone! B-Breakfast is almost ready,"

Blaze sighed and nodded before turning to drive to dining room with the rest of his family. As soon as they were gone, Crusher sighed in relief as soon as they were gone before continuing to cook.


X

"Pickle, here,"

"I'm tired, breakfast later..." Pickle whined as he pushed the tray away with a yawn.

"P, you just killed someone, AND you pulled an all-nighter," Crusher sighed and set the tray closer. "You need to eat,"

"Ugh, fine..." Pickle groaned and exhaustingly turned to him. "나는 너무 피곤해요, 그래도 ... (I'm so tired, though...)"

"私は知っているが、あなたは食べる必要があります (I know, but you need to eat)" Crusher told him.

Pickle sighed and leaned his head over to him, lazily reaching out for the chicken katsu on the plate to bite. He soon collapsed in the other's tires with a snore. Crusher chuckled and set the tray on the bedside table before carefully placing the other inside the bed.

"愛してる、ピクルス (I love you, Pickle)"

He then turned to leave. Just as he did, Pickle peeped out an eye and smiled.

"저도 당신을 사랑해요 (I love you too)"

X

Blaze finished up washing the last of the dishes and placed it on the dish rack. He sighed and drove out of kitchen. He headed to the living room to find Crusher on the couch, half-asleep and looking like he was about to collapse.

"Crusher, you should REALLY get some sleep,"

"Can't... sleep..." Crusher yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"But why?" Blaze asked, driving over to keep the other from passing out.

"Just... can't..." Crusher mumbled, unconsciously leaning over to his rival with droopy eyes.

"Crusher..." Blaze sighed. "I've never seen you this tired during our races. Come on, tell me what's going on,"

"Mm..." Crusher sighed and let out another yawn. "I see them,"

"See... who?"

"My... My parents,"

Blaze stiffened, the topic familiar from the previous night. "Your... parents?"

"Yeah..." Crusher yawned as the words slipped out from his mouth without his consciousness getting a hold of him. "I see them... in my sleep, I see them... they're sinister grins... their tires reaching out to grab me..."

Blaze frowned and held him gently. "What... happened to them?"

"Pickle killed them after they tried to trick him and his family to kill me when I was....6, as I remember,"

"6?!" Blaze stared at his rival in disbelief. "What--!"

He stopped mid-sentence, however, when he saw the dark blue truck finally asleep on the couch. He sighed and grabbed the nearby blanket, setting it on the sleeping truck gently. He gave a smile before turning to let the other rest.