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A Rivalry Revealed Novel #1	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2399 -:- 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 13

Takumi passed Keisuke's FD close to the main parking lot. The nineteen-year-old wondered why Keisuke had waited so long to do his run, but shrugged it off as he parked in front of van two. He ambled over to stand beside his mentor. "Ryosuke san, everything's fine. It ran well on the downhill, and uphill also. I couldn't do a really hard run because of traffic, but I did get space enough to seriously attack two corners. That's how I know the settings are good. I remember more about this course than I thought I would, so I can attack the course without trouble later this evening."

"Excellent. Fumihiro, we'll keep the settings. Do you need to change out tires, Fujiwara?"

"My tires are fine. They have plenty of grip for this evening's battle."

"Good. The opposing team opted to run the uphill course first, Fujiwara. You'll go second this time. Here, drink this." Ryosuke handed him a bottle of water, so Takumi accepted it with a nod. He was aware that the older Takahashi brother now watched him as closely as Keisuke. It felt strange to have the two men keeping such a close watch over him. The teen walked to his car and sat on the hood. He had nothing to do but await his signal to drive to the top, and prepare for his battle.

The thinner, black-haired man that came in the sedan with the muscular giant kept watching him with unusual intensity. Feeling awkward about the perusal Takumi tried to ignore the prickly sensation of being watched. Kenta walked over to the trio with bottles of water in his hands. Takumi noted that Kenta appeared to know them fairly well as the sandy haired driver remained with their group after giving each a container. Glancing over, Takumi was relieved that the group was talking easily with Kenta. The muscular giant Akimoto Jinsei, laughed at something said. His voice was loud enough to make Takumi jump as he sat on his car's fender.

The lanky man with Akimoto turned to his larger companion, and shrugged out of the loose embrace. He and Kenta walked toward him, much to Takumi's consternation. Takumi reassured himself that the tall man intended to speak to Ryosuke, sitting next to van one on the other side of his position. Reassuring himself that stranger had no reason to wish to talk to him as the pair got closer, Takumi took a sip from his water bottle.

"Hey, Fujiwara," Kenta waved. "I want you to meet Tohji san. He's a stunt driver."

"Uhm, hello again." Takumi wanted to smack Kenta for the pointed introduction as he dipped his head in greeting.

"I understand you're the one who defeated Keisuke, and Ryosuke on the downhill, Fujiwara san. That's a rather impressive achievement." The older man's voice was mellow and smooth.

"Uh, well Oyaji told me to beat Keisuke san on the downhill, or I couldn't use the car the next day." Takumi gave a slight shrug. He wasn't sure why the other man continued to examine him, but felt he should answer, even if he felt uncomfortable.

"Your otosān told you to race? Not the expected response. You drive an unusual car. A E hachi roku are often used to refine stunt skills in my industry. We use them to train drivers in pedal control. Where did you get yours?"

"It was Oyaji's. He gave it to me when he bought an Impreza."

"Hm, your otosān sounds like an interesting man. Keisuke says that your car had excellent settings before they became involved with you. Your otosān's work?"

"Hai." Takumi nodded.

Tohji looked thoughtful for a moment. "Sounds like your otosān would do well as a mechanic in my industry."

"Uhm, Oyaji owns a tofu shop. I don't think he'd be interested in changing careers since he's so old."

"Too bad. The movie industry always looks for good mechanics, and the pay's marvelous." Fujiwara's stomach was softly twinging, filling with butterflies as he stroked from cheek to chin with a finger tip. Wracking his mind for some way to break the tension he felt, Takumi came up blank. Tohji san seemed determined to talk to him, yet Takumi had nothing to say to the older man.

"Fujiwara's a great street racer, Tohji san. He can even drift in the rain. Fujiwara did that when he beat me on the downhill. I thought rain was my best friend, but it turns out he's way out of my league. His technique's awesome."

"Nice. I was unaware that you had challenged him too, Kenta kun."

"Hai. Fujiwara dusted me. He also beat an Evo 4 on his home course. After that he started racing on other passes full time."

"Say, nani do you do for a living, Fujiwara san?" Tohji inquired.

"I do Oyaji's morning resort tofu deliveries. I work for a moving company after that."

"I might be able to arrange a job for you if you're interested in learning stunt work. Good drivers are hard to find."

"Ah, iie, but, domo arigato for your kind offer." Takumi bowed his head as he spoke.

"You wouldn't be saying that because Akimoto kun and I are an obvious item, now would you?" A dark manicured eyebrow rose in challenge.

"Eh? . . . iie, that's not it. I've given my word to Keisuke san to shoot for the pro circuit, so I'm going to keep it." Takumi frowned as he answered, feeling like he was getting cross examined, and not caring for the feeling.

"Domo arigato for your answer. So many people are negative about bisexuals these days. Nobody ever considers that the heart doesn't listen to logic."

Kenta tilted his head. "I've never liked the socially expected hatred angle that bi's and gays have to deal with all the time. Nani do you mean about hearts not listening to logic, Tohji san?"

"Hm, how do I say this? Before I met Akimoto, I believed I was straight. I dated, and enjoyed onnas. But, when I saw Akimoto, and Keisuke back to back, determined to go down with their honor in tact, I lost my heart completely to the big lug. I had no warning, or clue that I could even be bisexual. Wham, I was in love, and couldn't think of anyone else."

Takumi felt a wave of embarrassment over the older man's candid response. A sudden flash of intuition made him aware of the reason behind the cross examination and close scrutiny. The other man was trying to figure out if he hated gays. It sounded like it was normal if Kenta's answer and his own experience had any bearing on the situation.

The young driving ace could not condemn the man for his feelings. The youth recalled how his emotions had overwhelmed and controlled his life several times when he had been interested in Natsuki Mogi. It made sense that this man would experience the same thing. Takumi found it strange that the person in question was another man, but could relate to the need to be with someone even if the relationship was doomed to fail.

"Tohji san, I haven't thought about naze some men fall for each other. Then again, I know people fall in love all the time, so it should've been obvious. To be honest, I've never met anyone who's into their own gender before, . . . at least not that I'm aware of, . . . so, I don't know how to act around you or your uhm, companions. It's not like I hate gays or bisexuals. My only problem is being afraid that I'll offend you or your friends by saying something wrong, or get offended by something said or done that I'm not used to seeing." Takumi answered honestly.

Tohji glanced at his lovers who were near van one. They were talking with Ryosuke, who was typing on his laptop. He looked back with a genuine smile. "I hope you always stay so honest, Fujiwara san. Not many people can admit they don't think before they judge. It's always refreshing to meet someone who has the courage to admit to being uncomfortable also. Having concerns that you can't talk to someone because of a different lifestyle is a very welcome answer. You'll find that I'm just like you more or less. My great passion is driving fast cars, and finding ways to make them faster if possible. Don't you feel the same way?"

Takumi flushed at the gratitude he heard in the older man's voice. "I don't really know that much about mechanics. I'm still learning everything I need to know from Matsimoto san, and Ryosuke san. But, I'm happy to learn more about how engines and transmissions work." Takumi offered.

Keisuke's car pulled into his spot before van number one. He sauntered over to Ryosuke san, and joined the other group's conversation. Takumi assumed he was giving his brother a report on FD's condition.

Kenta rescued him from further embarrassment by changing the subject. "Tohji san, we haven't seen you at Akagi in a while. You used to come every other week to visit. Has work been hectic or something?"

"It's been murder. A fire bomb timer was faulty. It blew ahead of schedule. The blast injured two other stuntmen. They were supposed to drive stunts with me. Now we're down to me as the only driver, and the movie's an anti terrorist flick. The shoot outs from cars are pivotal. Two Americans are arriving later this week to take the pressure off. I understand there's another American driver coming over from the Embassy to handle the two most advanced stunts for us. We start filming those scenes next week."

Takumi felt compelled to ask, "How did Americans get involved with your movie, Tohji san?"

The stunt man swept his bangs out of his face. "Our current producer has made movies with American landscapes before. He knows several important American movie industry people, so a few phone calls did the trick."

Takumi lost his unease around the older man with a speed he had not expected. Tohji was not what Takumi had imagined bisexuals or gays would be like. The considered looks were less worrisome now that he was getting used to this stranger. Takumi thought worry had prompted the intense looks. "Have you ever been to America, Tohji san?"

"Once. I went to Hawaii a decade ago. It was a graduation gift that my ryōshin gave me when I completed school."

Kenta spoke up, "I wish I had the skill to work in the movies, Tohji san. I remember when you invited us to that one movie set. It was awesome getting to see how movies get made."

"Kenta, you're a darling to say that. I enjoyed your enthusiasm. Too bad I can't get Keisuke kun to sign up. The bug I put in certain ears didn't get Ryosuke kun for the professional racing circuit, either. He had to play the perfect son. Tsk. It still irritates me that he chose to protect Keisuke kun's interests so far that he destroyed his own happiness. Still, I had hoped he would try professional racing because he was born to drive."

"You were the one who got the pro racing teams to call Ryosuke san? Amazing! You know the professional racing teams!" Kenta's voice rose to a near squeak of surprise.

"I'm a professional driver. Just because I specialize in stunts doesn't mean I never work with other professionals, Kenta. I've had to work with Pro circuit racers to develop and refine certain techniques I use in my own trade."

"I never thought of it that way. But, it makes sense, Tohji san."

Tohji tilted his head as he spoke. "Connections count, Kenta. That's how I got Akimoto kun such a lucrative position as a mechanic for my studio. He's good with his hands so it made sense to get him through trade school and employed to keep him out of trouble. It works rather well most of the time. He hasn't gotten into nearly as much trouble as he used to because he's working full time where i can keep an eye on him."

"I never realized that you had so much influence, Tohji san. You've been watching the Red Suns to see who has talent. Haven't you?" Kenta asked with obvious interest.

"Hai. I hear you've improved dramatically since Keisuke has taken you under his wing."

"Hai, Tohji san." Kenta answered.

"Good. Keep working hard. Since you mention an interest in stunt driving, how do you feel about heights?"

Kenta replied, "They don't bother me, Tohji san."

"Hm, I might be able to stage a short session, and see if you have the aptitude to be a stunt person, Kenta kun."

"Really, Tohji san? Oh man, you're awesome!" Kenta's eyes shone bright with his enthusiasm.

Tohji chuckled. "Good stunt men are hard to come by. I happen to like your attitude too. It's hard work, requires great discipline, and can be dangerous. So, think on it before you jump in without looking."

"Hai, sir."

The older man's generous nature astonished Takumi. He had relaxed even more as Kenta, and Tohji talked about the movie industry. He had never met another person who was so quick to help others. Perhaps that was another reason the Takahashi brothers knew this man. Akimoto's place as a mechanic for the movie industry gave Takumi more insight into the strange pair. His previous thoughts embarrassed him as he recognized that he had judged them out of ignorance, and not for whom they were. Still Takumi was uncomfortable with their unusual three way relationship, and obvious flaunting of their intimate status.

Keisuke and his other friends continued with their conversation which kept them in a close knot around Ryosuke san. Takumi wondered if Tohji would prefer to be with the Takahashi brothers, whom he had come to visit. Ryosuke's admonishment that Keisuke san was fond of the trio because he had complete faith in them flashed through his mind.

"How long have you known Keisuke san, Tohji san?"

"I met Keisuke the same day I met Akimoto. The first time I saw the two of them they were in a fight with a much larger gang. The two of them stood back to back trying to survive a pack of pipe wielding thugs. Keisuke had just turned sixteen as I recall."

"Keisuke san mentioned that he used to be involved with gangs when he was in highschool." Takumi recalled the conversation they had in Keisuke's car when Takumi was released from the hospital.

"Hai. They're both accomplished fighters. I chose to interfere because too many men were involved for them to keep up the brutal pace forced on them by their opponents."

"I'm surprised Keisuke san didn't get angry at you, Tohji san." Kenta looked baffled as he responded to the story. Takumi couldn't deny the information had startled him. Keisuke was proud enough to hate any kind of interference.

"He was angry. But, Keisuke kun was a blood-covered wreck. I recall the hospital staff said that both had broken ribs among other injuries that afternoon. It was not the most auspicious first meeting I suppose."

Keisuke growled near Takumi's shoulder. "Yeah, and if not for those busted ribs I'd have kicked your butt for interfering in my fight."

"True, Keisuke kun. Lucky for me you were too injured to be uppity that day."

"Now, Tohji, if Keisuke wasn't uppity at times, things would be dull for us all."

"Aki kun, I think when Keisuke gets obsessed with something, he gets very uppity. He knows very well my thoughts on that score."

The burly fighter turned to Takumi and included him in the conversation. "So, Fujiwara wasn't it? You're hot. Haha, I can see naze Keisuke scowls when you get brought up!"

"Say, . . . nani? Shit. Naze do I put up with you? You live with your brain in the gutter, Akimoto! Learn some self control!" Keisuke snarled at the bigger man. Takumi had no idea how to respond. His face flamed at the big man's observation. It almost sounded like he was being hit upon, and in front of the man's companions no less.

Narise, the petite woman with them, grabbed an ear and yanked the much larger man down to her eye level. "Jinsei, my dear, just because you think he's adorable doesn't give you license to enact lechery. Do I make myself clear?"

She glanced over at Takumi as Akimoto whimpered in pain. "Forgive, and ignore him for being so stupid, . . . kudasai? He assumes that if he finds someone attractive, the rest of the world must likewise." After a final hard yank she let the beefy man's ear go. She folded her arms across her chest. "Jinsei doesn't mean any harm. But, he often forgets that others are not bisexual like himself." Narise continued to explain.

"That's . . . n, n, not a problem." Takumi swallowed hard. Kenta stared at the big man with his jaw unhinged. Tohji san rubbed his hand across his face with an unintelligible mutter. The black-haired man also gave his larger male lover a hard stare.

Keisuke gave the bigger man a nasty look and commented. "I'm used to this baka saying stupid things that he shouldn't. He's been doing it for years. Che. If it wasn't for the things I owe you for . . ." The spiky haired blond let his voice trickle off on an ominous note.

Takumi wondered how he should take the comment about Keisuke. Did the man mean he attracted women away from Keisuke san, or Ryosuke san possibly? Did the person Keisuke love . . . like him? Was that the reason Keisuke felt like he had a complication that kept him silent with the person he loved?

In the week since Takumi had the accident, his relationship with Keisuke san had changed drastically. The previous coldness Keisuke had shown was gone for the most part. An understated brotherly attitude was replacing their prior, strained interactions. Keisuke had said he was in love with someone, so Takumi had assumed it was someone with whom he had no contact. Could he know the woman? Was that the reason Keisuke said his plan was not going smoothly? Keisuke looked genuinely angry about Akimoto's comment so it could be a logical conclusion Takumi decided.

Takumi was drawn from his thoughts as Akimoto spoke again. "But, Fujiwara has that sleepy eyed look. You know they call it bedroom eyes for a reason. It's sexy. I figure it has to be attractive to lots of people."

Tohji interrupted his lover. "Even so, saying that Keisuke kun has a reason to glare sounds like the two of them are at odds, baka! Think before you speak, Aki kun."

"Che. Keep your hands off Fujiwara, Akimoto. I won't let you mess with his head." Keisuke snapped with his fists clenched at his sides.

"Are you making a claim on him, Keisuke kun? Because if you aren't, then he's a free agent. Fujiwara can do as he pleases if he's into swinging." Akimoto gave the tall blond a fierce grin.

Takumi felt his eyes widen as he tried to comprehend the situation. Was he actually being propositioned like it was starting to sound? And why was Akimoto asking if Keisuke had some kind of claim on him? Takumi's mind went hazy as he tried to catch up with the shocking conversation. Why would Akimoto imply that men attracted Keisuke? He began to reconsider how Keisuke had treated him since he had met the rotary brothers with this newest conversation shift. Takumi was unsure of how to look upon the quick hair tousles, and pat on the knee he had received over the last week because of Akimoto's indecent challenge.

Again, Tohji stepped in. "Keisuke kun, you know Akimoto has a hard time where his libido's concerned. His libido's thinking for him right now, so everything that flies out of his mouth is meaningless. Leave it alone."

"How the hell can I? You heard nani he just said!" Keisuke took a step closer to the big street fighter as he growled.

"You two fighting won't do anyone any good. You still have a race to win. I'm not saying his methods are smart, only that you should ignore them, Keisuke kun."

"His libido is pissing me the hell off, Tohji! You should know naze too. Fujiwara has the second race tonight. If he gets freaked out, he might lose because he can't concentrate."

Takumi spoke up to reassure his teammate hoping that Keisuke's answer was enough proof that his sudden nerves were meaningless concerns from his shock at being verbally chased by another man. "I won't lose, Keisuke san. I might not know nani to think of this, but, I can focus on my battle. I'm not ready to lose because another man hit on me. Though, Akimoto san is wrong to assume I would ever accept his offer."

Tohji sighed in relief. "Now Aki kun knows to stop. Arigato for informing him that you aren't interested, Fujiwara san. He should settle down now."

Akimoto grinned at the group with a shrug. "You can't blame me for trying."

"Who says I can't blame you for trying?" Keisuke barked at the burly man. "If you would keep your mouth shut, you wouldn't have to fight all the time!"

"But, I like to fight, Keisuke kun. You know that it's fun." Akimoto continued to grin. Keisuke looked like he was going to hit the other man. Anger pulsed from the tall blond which surprised Takumi. Keisuke stood at an angle between himself and Akimoto, as if to block the man from stepping closer.

It was a comfort to see that Keisuke was concerned, but it also disconcerted Takumi because of Akimoto asking if Keisuke had some claim on him. The accusation Akimoto leveled at Keisuke suddenly opened new possibilities for why the blond said he felt his advances would not be accepted. Could Keisuke be in love with another man? Takumi did not know his teammate very well, so could not rule out the possibility since his friends were so obvious about their status. Having heard Keisuke mention his concern that the downhill would be lost because of the bizarre proposition did calm Takumi's nerves as the shock began wearing off. His teammate had a right to be worried about whether or not this would damage thee team's reputation if he came unglued and failed to concentrate in his battle. Takumi considered Tohji's initial reaction to trying to speak to him with new eyes.

Ryosuke stepped into the group with a firm command. "Both of you need to calm down. Keisuke, don't let Akimoto bait you so easily. Akimoto, refrain from making Fujiwara uncomfortable, yoroshiku. We need to be professionals here. That is an important factor to Project D's success."

Takumi could hear Keisuke's teeth grinding. Because he stood so close to the older street racer, he was uncomfortable. He watched the silent stare down between brothers as Ryosuke san interfered. Keisuke let his fists unclench and took a deep breath. "Fine, Aniki."

"Gomen for making trouble, Ryosuke san. I forget to control my mouth sometimes." The big man looked at Ryosuke san while wearing a sheepish grin. Takumi took a deep breath. He had not realized he was holding it when he thought there would be violence.
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