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A Rivalry Revealed Novel #1	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Rivalry Revealed Novel #1
- 2-Riv 2
- 3-Riv 3
- 4-Riv 4
- 5-Riv 5
- 6-Riv 6
- 7-Riv 7
- 8-Riv 8
- 9-Riv 9
- 10-Riv 10
- 11-Riv 11
- 12-Riv 12
- 13-Riv 13
- 14-Riv 14
- 15-Riv 15
- 16-Riv 16
- 17-Riv 17
- 18-Riv 18
- 19-Riv 19
- 20-Riv 20
- 21-Riv 21
- 22-Riv 22
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CHAPTER 10

"Keisuke?" Ryosuke called out as he came down the stairs.

"Nani, Aniki?" Keisuke looked up from his place on the family couch where he was reviewing the course video to refresh his memory for their battle the following night.

"It seems Fujiwara's already on his way to the rendevous point. I didn't catch him in time to let him know we're returning to last week's battle sight tomorrow so you can do a few refresher runs before the rescheduled battle. Looks like I have to go meet him and let him know the change in plans I worked out with the last team." Ryosuke spoke as he swept into the living room doorway.

"Actually, he has a cell now, Aniki. He got it a couple days before the wreck but forgot it, and his new number so he couldn't give us the information. I got it from Oyaji san when Takumi was at the hospital. He asked his otosān for the information before they hung up. Naze don't I call him and tell him to meet us here?"

Ryosuke gave him an odd look. "So, Fujiwara's got a cell phone, . . . and you knew about it but didn't give me that information when you got home? Naze is that, Keisuke? I could have told Fujiwara that we're meeting at the rendevous tomorrow afternoon, not today. He did not need to come all this way only to have to drive back home tonight."

Ryosuke's irritated tone made Keisuke's defensive hackles lift. "I forgot to mention it because we started talking about other things, . . . including his water cup training, Aniki. It's not that big of a deal, is it? If Takumi left at his usual time, he's almost at the rendevous site already. He might as well come over here and hang out. Then he won't have wasted his gasoline on the trip and I can spend time with him."

Keisuke frowned at his brother's severe expression as a devilish plan began to take hold of his thoughts. It was not as if he had forgotten to give Aniki the number on purpose. Keisuke got up from the couch, and brushed past his older brother. "Let's hope you aren't hiding anything else concerning Fujiwara, Keisuke. Make sure I get a copy of his number for my files so I can contact him when I need to discuss future Project D business. Put a copy of it on my desk before you come back down here." Ryosuke growled as he moved past.

"Hai, Aniki. There's nothing to hide, so give me a break. I know I'm jealous, but I'm getting over that now that I understand my problem, so back off, will you?!"

Keisuke stormed up the stairs and into his bedroom to retrieve his cell phone. The blond dropped onto his bed and punched in Takumi's information to get his number on his display. The blond hit the call button and lay back across his mattress as he listened to the ring tone. Takumi picked up on the fifth ring.

"Moshi moshi." The uniquely hesitant yet deep timbre of Takumi's voice sent a shiver along Keisuke's spine.

"It's Keisuke, Takumi. Aniki tried to call you, but you've already left home. Gomen to bother you this way."

"Is something wrong?" Concern laced the teen's melodic voice.

"We aren't meeting at the rendevous site this evening."

"Oh, then, . . . where should I go since I'm almost there."

"Have you ever been to our home before, or do you need directions to get here?" Keisuke asked.

"Hai. I've been there once before. It wasn't that long ago so I still remember how to get there." Takumi's complacent tone brought a smile to the blond's lips.

"Great. Come to our home then, Takumi. Aniki will explain the change in plans once you arrive."

"Ok. I should be there in about fifteen minutes, Keisuke san. Is that all right?"

Keisuke's smile got brighter, as did his mood. "That's great. I'll see you when you arrive, Takumi."

"Ok. Ja na, Keisuke san."

"Ja na, Takumi."

Keisuke hung up and worked on his fast forming plan to keep his crush with him overnight. Even if he had no idea about how to win Takumi's heart, spending time with the younger man would improve his chances Keisuke decided. If he could convince Takumi to stay the night, he could wake up near him, and learn much more about the younger man he wished to make his own.

Keisuke looked around his bedroom and realized that it was not possible to keep Takumi in his bedroom as things stood. The clutter had developed something of a pathway through piles of clothes, and automotive parts. He had to clear enough space to make room for Takumi in his bedroom. Keisuke realized that he would have to get his clean laundry put away, and the car parts crammed into boxes to make room for the guest futon to be lain on the more open side of his bed. Otherwise, there was no place for Takumi to sleep. That would mean letting the teen out of his sight to sleep in the study on the fold out couch for the night.

Keisuke groaned as he focused on how to set his plan into motion. The twenty-two-year-old got up from his bed and started to pick up his laundry that had gotten scattered across his floor. Keisuke got his socks, underwear, and miscellaneous clothes tossed inside his chest of drawers. He flung badly wrinkled dress shirts, hooded tops, sweat shirts, cargo pants, and slacks that needed to be put on hangers across his bed. Another large pile of dirty laundry remained on the floor, next to the newly emptied clothes-hamper he had neglected for the previous two weeks. That pile of laundry came from several mornings of his coming in and stripping for bed.

The blond made considerable progress he noted as he dropped another box of car parts on top of two other boxes containing various hoses and other small parts that he uncovered as he worked to put his bedroom in order. Keisuke stacked them against the book case in the smaller area corner near his picture window. The wheat haired racer decided to ignore the cluttered bookcase with numerous automotive books, and more car parts dumped in haphazard array on its surface. The stacks of magazines near the head of his bed, and a few other FD parts like the old vacuum advance valve could be safely ignored he concluded as he looked over the bedroom again. His floor was still cluttered with various groups of take out bags, and food wrappers from all night food joints. Those needed to be dealt with before Takumi arrived. Keisuke frowned, trying to recall where his garbage container had gotten stashed. He saw none of the necessary visual clues needed to unearth it quickly as the blond glanced around the room yet again.

Keisuke was putting away tools he had stumbled across when Ryosuke knocked on the door. "Keisuke, Fujiwara's here."

"Arigato, Aniki. Be there in a minute." The blond slapped his tool box lid shut, and moved to his door with a smile on his lips. He joined Ryosuke downstairs to meet Takumi outside of their home a few moments after the quiet teen pulled into their parking area and turned off his car. The younger driver looked confused as he asked, "Ryosuke san, where is minasan? Aren't we supposed to meet here to go to a new battle site tonight?"

"I missed you when I called earlier this afternoon to give you the news. The opposing team rescheduled, instead of accepting my offered forfeits. We'll be going back to the last course a little earlier in the day to get in a few practice runs before finishing up with the battle and returning, Fujiwara. We're leaving tomorrow. Keisuke could have explained the situation, instead of making you drive all the way to our home." Keisuke ignored the censure he heard in his brother's voice.

"Then, I didn't ruin Project D's racing record?" Takumi sounded so relieved that Keisuke wished that he dared go over and hug the shorter man.

"That's correct, Fujiwara. The opponent rescheduled so we didn't have to forfeit and therefore record a loss."

Takumi looked at them both with a beautiful smile on those maddeningly lush lips. "I'm glad that I didn't ruin the team's reputation, Ryosuke san. Knowing that we get a second chance is well worth the longer drive. I'll go home and sleep since we won't be practicing to learn a new course tonight. I'll be sure to meet everyone at the rendevous point tomorrow at whatever time you want me there."

"Plan to leave the rendevous site around two-thirty." Ryosuke answered as Keisuke listened to the pair talking.

"Understood, Ryosuke san. Domo arigato for the good news. I'll see you both tomorrow afternoon then." Takumi nodded and stepped closer to his vehicle.

"Matte." Keisuke grabbed the younger man's arm to stop him from getting into his compact. "Forget about going all the way home, Fujiwara. You can crash here tonight. Don't waste gasoline, or make yourself too tired to win your battle. You can hang out with me since you're already here." Keisuke gave a firm tug on the younger man's arm as he moved toward his front door.

He heard Ryosuke choking on laughter as Takumi spoke up. "But, I don't want to be a burden, Keisuke san. It's not that far to my home. I can meet you at the rendevous point tomorrow, so I won't impose on you or Ryosuke san."

Keisuke pulled Takumi inside and prodded him into the European styled living room. "You aren't imposing, Takumi. Stop saying dumb things like that. Hang out with me, and crash on the guest futon tonight. It's not a problem, so don't be so shy. Remember I said I was going to keep an eye on you and I meant it."

Keisuke found his parents sitting on the sofa beside each other watching a television program both enjoyed. "Okāsan, Otosān, Fujiwara needs to sleep here tonight. He'll sleep in my room on the guest futon."

Keisuke saw his mother glance at his father with irrefutable amusement on her face. His father's jet eyebrow rose as he turned his head to study him. His father's hands were clasped in front of his stomach as he considered himself and Takumi. His mother smiled at Takumi, who fidgeted as he came under his parents highly amused gazes.

Keisuke noticed a gleam of mischief in her dark blue eyes as his mother spoke. "Musuko, dear, where between the floor and the ceiling is there enough space within your bedroom for your friend to sleep, exactly? I'm sure you'll provide us with a very enlightening answer." His mother's lips gave a visible twitch.

His father slid his glasses farther up onto his nose as he peered at Takumi with carmine ringed golden eyes. "I think this might provide us all with a good opportunity to find out if Keisuke has a floor, Okāsan. If we get the pleasure of discovering that there is an actual floor in there, we will be quite grateful to you for the extra company tonight, young man." Keisuke's father beamed at Takumi as he addressed him.

"I don't wish to impose on your generosity. If I'm going to cause problems, then I can go home." Takumi glanced over at him with a slight furrowing of his brow. It was obvious the teen was uncertain of this reception. Keisuke ignored the verbal jabs both his parents were directing at him. He did not consider his room to be that big a mess. It was his personal domain so it was not as if his parents ever invaded it. They did not know he had already cleared a fair amount of his room simply by dealing with his clothes.

Keisuke replied. "It won't take me long to pick up my room. Just get out the guest futon for me, and I'll take care of the rest, Otosān."

Ryosuke snickered. "This I have got to see. You see my little brother cleaning up after himself is a very rare occurrence, Fujiwara."

"Aniki . . ." Keisuke growled at his brother as he glanced at Takumi's face. The teen looked surprised over the baiting and teases that flew between Keisuke and his family. To have his mentor also get involved with such teasing seemed to shock the teenager. "Leave Fujiwara out of this minasan. It's one thing to tease me about needing to put my clean clothes away, and another thing all together to drag him into your habit of teasing me."

The teen's expression cleared. Keisuke's father spoke again. "It would be safer if you didn't spend too much time on the road, and risk additional exhaustion. As I understand it, you had an accident recently because of fatigue. Is that correct, Fujiwara kun?"

"Hai, Takahashi san. I didn't realize I was that tired, and I caused a great deal of trouble for everyone without meaning too. Domo arigato gozaimasu for watching over me this evening." Takumi bowed to Keisuke's parents as he spoke. Both gave the teenager indulgent smiles and nods in reply.

"Don't be so shy. We also have a hide a bed in the study that you can sleep on if Keisuke can't find his floor before dawn, Fujiwara kun." His mother told the teen, who blushed in return.

"I don't wish to impose on your generosity. It's too much to ask of you both." Takumi answered.

"You don't need to go to any trouble, Okāsan. My room's not that bad. Come on, Takumi." Keisuke beckoned Takumi to follow him as he climbed the stairs to his and Ryosuke's bedroom wing. He noticed Takumi's shocked expression when they entered his room. He tried to see his private domain through the younger man's eyes and had to admit it was nothing like Aniki's perfectly organized space. It was still rather messy, even though he had put considerable effort into it already.

"Um, Keisuke san, are you sure my being here won't cause problems?" Takumi sounded uneasy.

"Don't worry about it, Takumi. It won't take me very long to clean up. I've been a bit preoccupied with training lately. Most of this mess is from me coming home munching on whatever food I got from the all-night take out shops I know about and dropping into bed to get some sleep. The rest is my not putting my clean clothes in my drawers, or on hangers when Okāsan does laundry. The clothes are actually the biggest part of this mess. Once I get everything that's on the bed hung up there won't be that much left to pick up. Tossing my dirty laundry into the hamper will make it a lot neater."

Takumi's eyebrows rose as he glanced around the area again. His expression made Keisuke think he doubted his claim. The blond could see his factory issue driver's seat beneath his picture window with several cd cases and magazines piled on top. The passenger seat had already been unearthed, and was in one of the semi-clear spots in his bedroom. "Sit down on the seat over there while I get these clothes put away."

"This chair looks like it belongs in a car, Keisuke." Takumi said as he dropped into the FD seat that leaned against the wall closest to the closet door.

Keisuke nodded and grabbed a shirt that he had to match to the pile of slacks. "It's one of the original factory seats from my FD. I kept them for extra furniture in here. I want to put them on some kind of easy release bases to make them the right height, but I haven't found the right base to make it work."

"Oh, I never would have thought of doing something like that. When Oyaji installed the racing buckets in the hachi roku, he got rid of the factory seats. I bet Itsuke would love to do something like that. Turning car seats into household furniture is something Itsuke would love to do."

Keisuke made no comment as he put more of his clothes on hangers and shoved them into his almost empty closet. Once he had filled the closet almost to the breaking point with clothes and other items, Keisuke started to throw other things on his bed. He unearthed the original steering wheel of his FD as he cleared the one side of his room's floor.

Ryosuke poked his head into his bedroom. "Nice. There's an island of carpet surrounding you already, Fujiwara. I didn't know you could find a spot where you wouldn't get lost under the rubble. Guess it goes to show that my little brother can get things done whenever he's motivated enough."

"Che, Aniki, don't you have some important term, or doctorate paper to get typed up for your degree or something?" Keisuke gave his brother his most vile look.

Ryosuke shot back with a grin. "And miss this once in a lifetime opportunity to see your floor, little brother? My term paper can wait. This is a monumental occurrence that I'll never get to see again since I'll be leaving for my residency soon."

"Um, naze do you say that, Ryosuke san?" Takumi tilted his head as he looked up at Keisuke's brother who was standing in the doorway.

"Keisuke's never been very good at organizing his room, much less keeping it that way, Fujiwara. Your visit has given Keisuke a reason to straighten his room. It will probably only last for a week if he's really determined, but minasan in this house is grateful to you for this cleaning spree of his."

Keisuke saw Takumi blush deep scarlet. Ryosuke's tone made clear that he was teasing. "So, I'm not the neat freak you are, Aniki. Besides, I'm not here very much, . . . and you know it. I come home to sleep, and grab a shower, but that's about it. The rest of my time is spent training. Hell I can barely recall the last time I ate okāsan's cooking."

"That's true enough, little brother. You do come home a little before dawn, sleep for a few hours, grab a shower, and leave again. It's rare for our ryōshin see your face unless your watching a course training video."

Keisuke grabbed another pair of pants off the floor at the foot of his bed, and found a magazine underneath. He took the tattered pages in hand and glanced around for his trash can which he still had not found. "Instead of giving me a bad time, how about finding me a garbage can, Aniki. I don't know where mine is yet. I'm sure I'll find it soon, but it would help me get this stuff done if I could borrow yours for now."

"I can loan you mine since I doubt you'll find yours any time soon." Ryosuke ducked out of the room with a chuckle. Takumi stroked his chin as he watched him.

"Uhm, . . . does Ryosuke san tease you like that normally, or is it because I'm here?" Takumi asked looking uneasy and confused.

"It depends on Aniki's mood, Takumi. It's normal for my family to tease each other over stupid things. Don't you and your otosān joke around like we are?" Keisuke spoke as he put the magazine in a cleared spot and continued sifting through his floor's contents.

"We don't really talk very much in my home. Except when the news is on, it's pretty quiet. We both save talking for customers normally. Oyaji also tells me when he's leaving for town hall meetings, or something important, the same as I do when I go out, but that's about it most of the time."

Keisuke shook his head at the lack of warmth Takumi was describing in such a casual manner. Before he thought of a reply, Ryosuke knocked on the door jamb and handed over the waste basket from his room.

Keisuke dumped the magazine into the can. "Domo, Aniki."

Several broken music cd's and jewel cases appeared, which after a cursory glance were tossed into the basket also. The blond grabbed several Styrofoam take-out containers, bags and wrappers and dumped them into the basket also. While he worked he focused on what he could say to the younger man.

"Have you eaten dinner yet, Fujiwara?" Ryosuke asked as he continued to work on getting things off his floor.

"Hai, Ryosuke san. I learned my lesson so I don't skip meals any longer." The teen answered with an obvious flush appearing as his finger slid along his cheek in that all too beguiling way that made Keisuke's pulse rev.

"Excellent. I don't want you getting ill again. Project D needs both aces in top condition." Ryosuke's tone held a stern undercurrent.

Keisuke felt compelled to speak up. "Aniki, I'll keep track of Fujiwara so you can do your reports in peace. I was the one that gave you updates at the hospital of the isha san's verdicts after all. I know everything the isha san said. Just leave Fujiwara to me. I'll make sure he takes better care of himself from now on."

"Keisuke san, I don't need a babysitter. I won't skip meals, or get so focused on training that I forget the important stuff." Takumi grumbled at him.

Ryosuke chuckled at the teen's tone. "If it's Keisuke, I'd say you've gotten a watchdog, not a babysitter, Fujiwara. Keisuke's not known for his patience. I don't foresee you escaping his sharp tongue if you forget to eat or sleep anytime soon. Did you bring your prescriptions by the way?"

"Che. Aniki. I'm not that bad. I've already told you both that I'll harass you, Fujiwara, if you forget, so Aniki's just trying to be a jerk." The blond shot back as he dumped another ruined magazine in the trash can, along with another fast food wrapper that had something that felt suspiciously like a brick inside.

"Hai, Ryosuke san. Both bottles are in hachi roku's glove box. I gave you my word, and I won't break it, Keisuke." Takumi answered them both in turn. The expression on the younger man's face was earnest. Keisuke felt his pulse accelerate as their eyes met and held.

"I know you will, Takumi." He answered the younger man in a soft voice. "Aniki, can you set up the course video for Fujiwara to review while I finish up in here. He'll get bored if he doesn't have anything to do but watch me throw away a bunch of busted junk."

Takumi surprised him when he spoke up. "I'm not bored, Keisuke san. I'm actually wondering naze you have so many things that look like car parts in your bedroom." The teen rubbed his cheek again as he looked at the small pile of FD factory parts Keisuke had managed to ferret out of his floor trash.

Ryosuke snickered and coughed as he tried to cover his amusement. "Don't start, Aniki." Keisuke turned back to Takumi. "I kept the old parts like this steering wheel in case I decide to return the FD to stock settings. Sometimes modifications make a vehicle harder to sell if you decide to get a new car."

Takumi blinked several times as his eyebrows dipped toward his nose. "I hadn't thought of that. But, I suppose it makes sense. Where are you going to put all these FD pieces when you get them sorted out, Keisuke san?"

"That's a very good question, Fujiwara. I was also wondering where Keisuke's going to find room for them. Might I suggest a storage container, little brother? I bet Okāsan has one in the utility room. You could stick one or two of them plus the boxes I see by your bookcase into a neat stack that won't collapse on top of you in the middle of the night."

"That's a good idea. I'll go ask if we still have any sitting around here." Keisuke agreed as he stood up.

Ryosuke stopped him. "Naze not have Fujiwara run downstairs and ask while you continue clearing the floor? After all, you need to make enough room to fit the guest futon in here earlier tonight. You're nowhere close to achieving that goal."

Takumi stood up as Keisuke glanced around his room after noting the stressed tone of the words earlier tonight Ryosuke had used while glancing at Takumi. Aniki had made a valid point he recognized as he saw that only one small corner of his floor was clutter free. "Fujiwara can also bring you some more trash liners. It seems this one is already full." Ryosuke grabbed the litter basket and pulled the plastic bag out.

"I'll be right back, Keisuke san." Takumi was quick to say as he headed into the hallway.

Keisuke watched his older brother's evil delight surface as soon as they heard Takumi's footsteps on the stairs. "It seems I've seriously underestimated Fujiwara's real potential. You haven't even convinced him to be your significant other yet and you've already begun to clean up your act. I'm suitably impressed with the influence he's got over you, Little brother."

"Knock it off, Aniki. Don't say something that will blow things with Takumi. He could come back any second." Keisuke hissed softly in reply.

"I'm sure Okāsan will need a few minutes to find a storage container big enough to hold that steering wheel and other car parts, little brother. I'm going to have to do something very nice to say domo to Fujiwara for this improvement in your behavior. Nani would be appropriate?" Ryosuke smirked as he quietly baited him.

Keisuke glared at his older brother to hide a shiver of alarm. "Leave Fujiwara alone, Aniki. I don't want you meddling, and making a mess of everything. I still have to get Tohji to help me figure out if he's a homophobe or not. Remember?"

"I wasn't thinking of making things messy. I'm simply stating that I think this relationship you want so badly has genuine merit." Ryosuke leaned his back against the door jamb as he spoke with a thoughtful look.

"If it keeps you from interfering with my trying to win Takumi over, believe anything you like, Aniki." Keisuke grumbled at his brother.

Ryosuke smiled. "I don't see how you could possibly blame me for being shocked. You're putting a lot of effort into something other than racing, which is rare for you. If finding a way to convince Fujiwara involves you putting effort into keeping this room picked up, I think I'll even consider putting in a good word for you with Fujiwara when the time's right."

"Nani? . . . But, . . . you said, . . . " Keisuke stared at his darker-haired brother as Ryosuke moved through the doorway and into the hall.

"You better get back to cleaning your room up so Fujiwara can get some rest tonight, little brother." His brother's voice drifted back to him before Keisuke could find anything else to say.
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