Disclaimer: Takao Aoki owns beyblade, I'm just stealing his characters for my own amusement.

This fic was inspired after my own road rage, after I spent 20 kilometres stuck behind some slow fucker who was refusing to go the speed limit. I needed to let off some rage which is how this beauty was born.

Max Tate was arguably one of the most responsible, reasonable people that Kai Hiwatari knew. So when the golden-haired beyblader got his licence at the tender age of 18, Kai was quite calm as he climbed in the silver 2005 Jeep Liberty and fastened his seat belt. He didn't even bother to say a little prayer that he so often did whenever his beyblade rival, Tyson, was behind the wheel, quite confident in the American's ability to drive them to supermarket to get "Movie Munchies" and back.

Max had this. It was going to be fine.

Max slid his key into the ignition and Kai's ears started ringing as Trapt's "Headstrong" came blasting through the speakers, the bass shaking the vehicle with it's vibrations. At once the American turned down the volume. "Sorry Kai, when Rick was training me, I discovered that loud music helps me concentrate."

Shaking it off the Russian just folded his arms over his chest and said, "Hn, at least you have good taste."

The blonde looked up at him and grinned. "Don't judge me just yet, I have everything from heavy metal to Disney."

"Of course you would." Kai snorted, not surprised in the least. "Do whatever you need to do Max, you're the one driving."

Max beamed at him, turned the music back up, shifted the vehicle in reverse and backed out of the driveway. As "Shot in the Dark" by Within Temptation blasted through the speakers, and they were coming onto the main street, Kai felt himself relax into the cushion of the seat. Max was a good driver. His driving was even and straight and he stayed right on the speed limit, much unlike Tyson who had a tendency to speed and tailgate other vehicles.

They came up to a 4-way stop and Max patiently waited his turn and just as he was making his turn , a car blew through the intersection, narrowly missing them. Kai turned to the blonde, ready to say something encouraging when Max utter 4 words the Russian never though that the American would ever say:

"YOU VILE FUCKING CUNT!"

Kai's eyes widened till they were pinpricks. Did their sweet Maxie really just say that?

Max completed his turn so that they were now behind the jackass and Max continued, middle finger raised. "I SINCERELY HOPE YOUR FUCKING FACE SMASHES AGAINST A FUCKING POLE AND YOU DIE BEFORE YOU KILL ANYONE ELSE, ASSHOLE!"

Kai bit his lip to keep from laughing. Oh god, it was like riding with Bryan! The psychotic silver-haired Russian had no filter, and even kept a crowbar in his trunk in case he deemed things needed to get physical to 'teach a cocksucker a lesson.'

They turned into the parking lot of the superstore, to find a black SUV just sitting there, parked, blocking the entrance. Kai turned to the driver and started the mental countdown. 3...2...1-

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST YOU INCONSIDERATE FUCK! HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO JUST GO A BIT FURTHER AND PARK IN A GODDAMN PARKING STALL YOU LAZY RETARD?!" They watched a woman climb out of the passenger side of the vehicle and quickly run into a store, and the SUV finally started moving. "FUCKING THANK-YOU!" Max carefully navigated his way through the parking lot and found a parking spot. As he pulled his keys from the ignition, he was all smiles as he turned to Kai. "So ice cream, Twinkies, popcorn and what else?"

"Licorice." he said, his lips curving in amusement, floored that Max could go from homicidal maniac to the happy-go-lucky boy he's always known in less than 0.02 second. If only he could learn how to channel his road rage into his beyblade, he would be unstoppable. He would have to ride with Max more often.

So nice little one-shot for you guys. Leave a review?