ObiFeliRoy/TimInaBart Oneshots!

NFS Chapter 1: Newcomer

Picture: From NFS Carbon PC, Dodge Charger SRT-8

This is basically what happens when I watch Initial D and play NFS too much, stupid shit gets written— So I was actually going to make this idea a x Reader or x OC but I realized to what point writing those types of stories stresses the hell out of me since I feel so restricted in what I can and can't write. So, I told myself, why not write what I want with the characters I want? And then THIS happened xD I'm just really comfortable with these guys since I've RPed so much with them with @Christina_Nightraven so yeah, there you go, I'm using them. Hope you enjoy Christina :3 :3 Even though I probably won't even complete this mini-series xD

Update: And even though the idea is FREAKIN' DUMB---

Chapter 1: Newcomer

     ''You didn't have to just throw it on the floor like that, you know. It's more cleaning up for me.''

''How will a mere coffee cup make a difference in this jungle of tools and tires that you call a garage?''

An exasperated groan as the dark-skinned man straightened out, brushing the dust off his massive biceps and smudging them with the car oil greasing his fingers along the way. Reaching back, he proceeded to untying his small, messy ponytail to make a new one as he casually questioned the other man, ''So what's up, Ben?''

''Steve,'' lowly warned the visitor, narrowed blue eyes adding to just how absolutely kind  he looked with his firmly-crossed arms.

The mechanic threw his hands up into the air, quickly crying out, ''Okay, okay! It's Obi-Wan, not Ben, okay.'' Feeling safer now that Obi-Wan was allowing his arms to fall to his sides, he dared ask, ''Why are you here?''

''Oh, you know why I'm here.'' The nicely-dressed man -dark blue buttoned-up dress shirt, black jeans, this guy could've been a businessman- took a casual step closer although Steve, seeming so pathetic compared to the Scot with his raggedy, brown, tight tanktop and shorts, knew the move intended to feel threatening. It sure as hell had the desired effect.

Feeling uncomfortable, Steve couldn't help but turn his great black eyes away from the intense blue ones that were staring him down, as if trying to burn their way through his skull to unlock the way to the secrets stored deep within the back of his mind. Although doing so would barely be necessary, for the tense, heavy silence that was dragging on and on was enough to break the muscular male. ''There's nothing interesting going on. Ralph raced and got in an accident, but a cop already got him and put him in a cell. Dallas' still racing in Comb territory, so you won't have to worry about him for a long term. And no one thinks you're off or anything. You're just another member of the Titans to them.''

Those words barely helped bring an end to Obi-Wan's scary speechlessness, which only made the poor mechanic sweat even more. He almost gave out a sigh of relief when the short-haired male finally did react, moving to straighten from his position leaning against the wall that he had adopted as he had listened to what Steve had to say. His voice holding its usual steely calm, ''The information you've been providing recently is barely satisfactory, Steve. If you sincerely hold true to our deal, you'll have to prove it's worth maintaining.'' Looking up and over to the buff male, ''Or it'll be called off without a moment's hesitation.''

He coolly turned away, leaving the wide-eyed worker to helplessly gawk at his back as he started walking out of the garage. After a dry gulp, Steve finally seemed to get sense kicked back into him and desperately called out, ''Wait! Please! Just... Just don't hurt Leafy!'' He rushed over, catching up to the departing Scot within moments and pressing a hand to his shoulder to stop him, unconsciously hurting him with his brute strength in the process. ''Please, I'd do anything. Just don't do anything to Leafy.''