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Disclaimer: Initial D and the following characters belong to
Shigeno Shuichi and anyone

else who might have a better right
then me. Because, boy are these characters not

my own creation

When Keisuke had gone down for his
usual bowl of cereal, still laughing his head off at the idea of Takumi having
sex period, much less with his brother, he had been surprised to see the younger
man sitting on the couch wearing an over-sized blue t-shirt that was definitely
Ryosuke�s. Keisuke noticed that Takumi was also wearing a pair of Ryosuke�s
jeans, the legs rolled up so he wouldn�t trip over the hem. Takumi had yet to
say a word to him, even though Keisuke had been sitting across the coffee table
with his cereal for over an hour. He had offered food, but all he got was a
mumble that he couldn�t really make out. It sounded along the lines of �shut
up.�

Takumi was the picture of misery,
his head in his hands, gripping at his hair every now and then, hunched over
his knees like he was going to be violently ill at any moment. Keisuke couldn�t
help but smile down at the guest on the couch. Ryosuke had certainly never had
a one-night stand react this badly. It was only nine thirty and Takumi was
ready to commit suicide.

Not that there wasn�t just reason.
Takumi would either kill himself or Keisuke right now. He was certainly royally
pissed at Keisuke for telling everyone on the team and their mothers that
Ryosuke and Takumi had sex last night in his brother�s room. The only reason
Takumi was still in the house was that Ryosuke had hidden his keys, not
trusting the man to drive right now. Keisuke didn�t even want to imagine what
would happen if Takumi got behind the wheel of a car right now.

Ryosuke had showed his face once,
just to glance at Takumi with a disappointed look before going into the
kitchen. Takumi growled something definitely not complimentary at Ryosuke�s
back before trailing off again into silence, not able to stay angry for long.
Keisuke had followed with an empty bowl and spoon to the kitchen, setting them
in the sink as Ryosuke started some coffee.

�So, what happened?� Keisuke
drawled, more then a bit curious. Ryosuke looked up from the coffee machine
with one brow crocked. Being his brother for his whole life, Keisuke knew that
his face meant �Don�t ask me one more question.� Of course, Keisuke was good at
ignoring that look, merely leaning on the counter to get comfortable. Ryosuke�s
explanation was going to be a long one, he could already tell.

�Nothing,� Ryosuke said very
briskly, opening up a cabinet with enough force to tear it off the hinges.
Fortunately it only banged against wall and bounced back, making Ryosuke shove
a hand against it to keep the door from hitting him in the face. Not that he
didn�t deserve it with the way Takumi was ready to bash his head open their
coffee table. Keisuke was kind of hoping Ryosuke felt like shit, or at least
guilty. Ryosuke had definitely slept around with enough of the general
population, and he should feel bad about somehow managing to get Takumi into
bed with him as well.

�Come on now, details,� Keisuke
lisped, doing a fair imitation of a girlfriend. Ryosuke froze with a coffee mug
in hand, his face emotionless as usual, even though he looked like he was going
to throw the mug at Keisuke�s head. Keisuke kept on smiling, winking once at
his brother before smiling as wide as his mouth would allow, knowing that he
had the upper hand. Keisuke wasn�t the one who screwed the best driver on the
team last night, after all.

�You are irritating,� Ryosuke stated
like it was meant to hurt. Keisuke let the comment roll off his back, very at
ease. Ryosuke was in a pile of shit that he had made himself, not Keisuke.
Anything he said right now wasn�t particularly offensive. Certainly not from
Ryosuke�s current position.

Keisuke kept on staring at his
brother, knowing that it bugged the absolute crap out of Ryosuke to have
someone just gawk at him. It was almost funny for the guy to be uncomfortable
with people watching him when he was the center of attention for any race. Ryosuke
turned onto Keisuke, ignoring the ding of the coffee machine, his teeth
grinding together audibly.

�What are you looking at?� Ryosuke
demanded, pushed past being civil. Keisuke had the gift of being able to make
Ryosuke loose his calm in under a few seconds. He didn�t think there was anyone
else who could get Ryosuke angry faster then him. Keisuke smiled again and made
an indicative noise, jerking his head toward the living room.

�Takumi?� Ryosuke asked out loud.
For being as smart as a rocket scientist, Ryosuke sure didn�t catch onto things
quickly. Of course he meant Takumi. What other person had been both literally
and figuratively fucked last night? Keisuke nodded very slowly for Ryosuke�s
sake, just in case he might misunderstand.

�Keisuke, what the hell makes you
think it�s any of your business?� Oh, we
are touchy this morning, Keisuke
mused. Ryosuke was definitely on edge right now, with anger or guilt, Keisuke
couldn�t figure out right now. Hell, Keisuke couldn�t even figure out how
Ryosuke had gotten Takumi into bed with him. Keisuke had thought Takumi was
smarter then that, seeing all the women walk out of the house in the
morning. If nothing else, he was sure Takumi didn�t really have a clue about
sex anyway.

�I had sex with him, all right? We
went out to dinner, Takumi got sick so we went home, and we had sex,� Ryosuke
snapped out, pouring himself a cup of coffee with a not so steady hand. Keisuke
blinked. He hadn�t expected Ryosuke to tell him in rapid-fire succession. And
with that much lack of detail. Well, it wasn�t like Ryosuke was the most
descriptive person in the world, especially when it was anything outside the
world of cars.

�So, why is he still here?� Keisuke
asked, a bit confused. Takumi hadn�t been sent off like all the other sex
partners Ryosuke had. In fact, Keisuke was pretty sure that Takumi was one of
the first men, if not number one, that Ryosuke had ever had. Ryosuke stared
into the mug of coffee like it would answer Keisuke for him. Keisuke crossed
his arms, ready for the explanation.

�He was, uh, pretty upset last night�after
you- interrupted us,� Ryosuke hesitated, trying to find the words. Keisuke
wondered just how upset Takumi really had been, if it was enough to make
Ryosuke stutter in the explanation of it. Keisuke could almost feel bad about
walking in, but it was Ryosuke�s fault for not locking the door. Besides, it
was too good to be true, that his ultra-serious and aggressive brother had
hooked up with quiet, shy Takumi. Keisuke couldn�t help but tell someone. Who
could ever have kept it a secret?

�I got that,� Keisuke admitted.
After he had hollered up and down the hall to the guys that Ryosuke had
deflowered Takumi, the team and him had been waiting excitedly in the kitchen
for someone to come downstairs and face the music. However, neither of the two
had come down. In fact, Keisuke and the boys had fallen very quiet as they
heard the slams and thumps of objects being thrown or pushed over and very loud
yelling from both. Keisuke hadn�t looked in Ryosuke�s room to see the damage
yet, quite frankly scared of getting the focus of their anger. He had been very
surprised to see that neither Ryosuke nor Takumi had any kind of black eyes or
bruises. It had sounded like the best bar room brawl had taken place upstairs last
night. Keisuke and the boys had, of course, left very quickly, so he wasn�t
quite sure how the fight had ended. When he got home extremely late, there wasn�t
a single sound, not even the chirping of an insect.

�He thinks his father is going to
find out,� Ryosuke elaborated after a painfully long silence. Getting these
important little details out of Ryosuke was as fun as being run over by him.
Keisuke thought about all he knew of Takumi�s father. Old man. He ran a tofu
shop. He was the fastest thing on four wheels. Keisuke pursed his lips. That
was the end of his knowledge. It was the most anybody probably knew of Takumi�s
family.

�It�s going to be bad?� Keisuke
asked, a bit curious. He didn�t think that word would get around to Takumi�s
dad. It wasn�t like anyone on the team talked to Takumi�s dad on a friendly
basis. Nobody would recognize his dad if they walked past him on the street.
There wasn�t much danger of discovery.

�Apparently Takumi is in for the
beating of his life if it gets around to his dad,� Ryosuke explained into the
coffee mug, taking a deep sip to sooth his nerves. Keisuke waited the usual two
seconds before Ryosuke cursed and opened his mouth, huffing around his burned
tongue and mouth.

�You never wait for it to cool long
enough. Its still steaming, dumb ass,� Keisuke pointed out, not at all
surprised that Ryosuke had taken a huge swig from burning hot liquid. It was
almost a morning tradition for Ryosuke to burn his mouth. The man just didn�t
want to wait for anything, just like how he drove. As soon as Ryosuke had
stopped sucking in air to try and cool off his mouth, Keisuke sighed and
stretched his arms back around his head.

�I don�t think there�s much to worry
about. It�s not like we�re going to call him up and tell his dad �Hey, guess
what your son did last night?�� Keisuke joked. Ryosuke glared at him, obviously
not appreciating the humor at the moment. Keisuke shrugged. Either way, the
situation didn�t really matter to him, as long as Takumi didn�t quit the team
because of Ryosuke. He liked Takumi a lot, drawn to that severally easygoing
attitude. Also Takumi laughed at most of his jokes. Not a lot of people found
Keisuke funny, but Takumi seemed to think he was hilarious, in his own quiet
way.

�That apparently doesn�t matter. Takumi
is really mad that we ever did anything in the first place,� Ryosuke said
quietly. If Keisuke didn�t know any better, he would almost say Ryosuke felt
bad. But, that was out of the question, because when it came to sex, Ryosuke
had the morals of a rock. Keisuke had never seen the same woman come back
twice. He had gained a jaded sentiment toward Ryosuke�s one nightstands, seeing
too many of them come and go to feel sorry for them anymore. This one was a
little bit different though, mainly because Ryosuke and Takumi were going to
have to see each other every day if Takumi stayed on the team.

�It was really stupid of you,�
Keisuke agreed, even though Ryosuke had said nothing of the sort. Ryosuke would
never use that adjective and his own name in the same sentence. Ryosuke thought
things through so much that he just ignored the possibility he might be wrong,
because he was the White Comet of Akagi. Keisuke admitted that some of the
popularity had gone to his head, while Ryosuke danced around pretending to not
care, just like how he was trying to stay emotionless and detached from the
grave he had dug for himself.

�What are you talking about?�
Ryosuke demanded, like he didn�t have a clue. Keisuke pressed his tongue into
the side of his mouth, a habit he did when he was irritated. Just like right
now.

�Listen, I don�t care about what
happens between you two, that�s your business,� Keisconcconceded. Ryosuke
opened his mouth but Keisuke started up again before Ryosuke could argue. �But,
if you hurt him, I swear to God, I�ll kick your ass.�

�Why are you getting so worked up
about this?� Ryosuke growled, irritated that he was in the wrong and that he
couldn�t gain back his usual position of being correct.

�Why aren�t you getting
worked up?� Keisuke returned right back. He couldn�t believe that Ryosuke was
just going to screw Takumi and leave him without a reason why. Takumi sure wasn�t
going to be a quickie for Ryosuke, not if he had anything to do about it.
Keisuke knew that Takumi was very sensitive toward people and what they thougof hof him, onto the point of having a social disorder. Takumi wouldn�t be able to
deal with being a �just this once� with Ryosuke. He had a weak point when it
came to people caring about him. Takumi craved for friendship, even though he
wouldn�t speak a word. Takumi was just too scared to speak, because he didn�t
want to irritate anyone. It almost worked to the reverse for Takumi, being too
quiet for most people to deal with.

�Keisuke, I don�t see what point you�re
trying to make,� Ryosuke started, putting a hand on his hip. Keisuke could have
strangled him, just reached out and choked the self-confident bastard to death.
Just because he was his brother didn�t mean that Keisuke wouldn�t take him
outside and beat the shit out of him like a five year old. Being his brother
meant Keisuke had more right then anyone else.

�God, could you even try, just once,
just one single time, to understand someone? Ryosuke, you just took his
virginity, for Christ�s sake!� Keisuke yelled out. His fists were clenching
together, ready to punch Ryosuke in the face if he said something that Keisuke
didn�t like. Ryosuke wasn�t the bit flustered by Keisuke�s outburst. He wasn�t
even looking at Keis jus just gazing to the doorway of the kitchen, calmly
sipping his coffee.

�He didn�t take my virginity,�
someone said very darkly to Keisuke�s immediate right. Keisuke closed his eyes,
taking a deep breath. Please, let it be . . . Oh, God, let it be anyone except
him. Keisuke turned to face in the direction of Ryosuke�s gaze. Standing in the
middle of the kitchen was Takumi, not looking nearly as miserable as he had
only moment before. Instead, he looked very calm. Keisuke didn�t like the
expressionless look on Takumi�s face. It meant bad things were going to happen.

�It�s okay, Takumi, I�m going to
beat some sense into Ryosuke here. Hell, I�ll hold him down for you if you
want,� Keisuke offered, laughing as he grabbed Ryosuke in a brotherly headlock.
Ryosuke didn�t budge, just kept on sipping his coffee like it was the only
thing left in life. Takumi wasn�t saying anything either. Keisuke felt like the
only person who had ever talked in their presence before. It was not
comfortable anymore.

Keisuke lamely dropped his arms, hitting
Ryosuke on the upper arm warningly. Ryosuke glared at him out of the corner of
his eye, not because he was upset or angry with Keisuke yelling at him, but
because coffee had almost splashed out on the floor. Takumi was looking at
Keisuke�s bare feet like they were a nude woman, focusing in with an intensity
that Keisuke knew was just to ignore the world. Keisuke�s toes started to
fidget, nervous under Takumi�s intense gaze.

�Takumi, don�t feel like you have to
lie or something. Just tell me and I�ll take care of it fo. . .� Keisuke started.
Takumi�s head snapped up. Keisuke froze at the look on Takumi�s face. Takumi�s
brows were brought together, his eyes narrowed into small, fierce slits.
Keisuke wondered if he should be worrying about his life at the moment. Keisuke
heard the garage door open and started to tell Takumi to take a time out for
the moment. The team was coming over early for a Saturday practice match with
the Takahashi household as a meeting ground.

�He didn�t take my virginity!�
Takumi roared out, his voice raised louder then Keisuke had ever heard before.
At that moment, two of the guys stepped into the kitchen, frozen halfway
through greeting Keisuke and Ryosuke, both staring at Takumi in shock. Takumi
stared back, looking just as stunned, his face reddening so fast that Keisuke
worried he might faint from the rush of blood to the head.

�Uh . . .� Keisuke started, trying
to salvage the situation. Nothing came to mind, except that Reiji and Sora had
the best bloody timing possible. Reiji blinked for a moment, and then started
laughing so hard he had to hunch over, slapping his knees. Sora started to howl
with amusement, hitting the refrigerator with a fist. Takumi looked stricken,
his face going from beet red to a sickly white before he looked down at his
feet.

�Oh, God, Takumi, that�s classic,�
Reiji gasped out, wiping at his eyes between the laughs. Takumi�s shoulders
sagged a bit, like he was trying to fall in on himself. Keisuke felt awful for
Takumi, knowing that he was dying of embarrassment. Takumi didn�t exactly take
things well, like people laughing at him.

�Shut it, you two,� Ryosuke ordered,
his voice very quiet and icy. Keisuke could see them freeze up again. Ryosuke
glared at them, so fierce that Keisuke wondered if their balls were shrinking
reflexively. Takumi didn�t say one word, didn�t thank Ryosuke for telling them
to stop being bastards, and didn�t walk out of the room in embarrassment, just
stood there like he was waiting to melt into the floor.

AOh, the tiger�s feisty,� Sora
murmured, raking his hand like a paw at Takumi when Ryosuke turned back to the
coffee pot. Keisuke groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead. Takumi shifted,
definitely wanting to die, or at least disappear. Ryosuke turned around very
slowly and walked over to their fellow teammate. Sora choked on his laughter,
realizing just whom he had catcalled when Ryosuke loomed over him.

�So, the rest of the guys here?�
Keisuke asked Reiji as Ryosuke grabbed the front of Sora�s shirt and dragged
him out into the garage. Reiji turned back to Keisuke, his attention drifting
as the sound of someone being hit shot into the hallway before the door closed.
Takumi dug the ball of his foot into the floor, making an uncomfortable
circular motion.

�Uh, yeah, they�re outside,� Reiji
said nervously, looking at Takumi with something that bordered on a glare.
Probably thought that it was Takumi�s fault that Sora was a fucking idiot.
People needed to learn where boundaries were, and if Ryosuke wanted to teach
Sora with a fist, that was fine with Keisuke. Takumi didn�t deserve any kind of
teasing, mainly because he was the type that couldn�t just ignore it.

As if to prove Reiji right, there
was the sound of several voices being raised and a loud metal crash. The
yelling didn�t bother Keisuke as much as the sound of small pieces of metal
hitting the cement of the garage. That meant not everything was good and fine.
If something had happened to his car, Keisuke would kill someone.

He was already at the door before he
realized it, Reiji following behind with Takumi just coming out from the
kitchen, his feet dragging. Keisuke didn�t have time to think about Takumi
g ung uncomfortable facing the team this morning. All that mattered was his
car. If his baby was scratched so much as the length of a pencil point, Keisuke
would get the paint job done in blood.

Keisuke jumped out into the garage
with bare feet, not having time to worry about little things like shoes. The
car. He saw his baby, parked at the far end of the garage, just where he had
left it last night. The crowd of the team was gathered around the door, a good,
safe distance from his car. Letting out a sigh, Keisuke finally started to pay
attention to the other people in the garage.

The crash had been the sound of Sora
falling against a portable toolbox, sending all of the equipment across the
floor. He was still picking himself off of the ground, the corner of his mouth
splattered with blood. Ryosuke was standing in the center of the team, all of
them yelling questions at him. Ryosuke was ignoring them, looking very content
as he cracked the knuckles of his right hand.

�Why�d you hit him?�

�Shit, Ryosuke, you made him bleed!�

�What are you thinking?�

Various questions were being yelled
out at Ryosuke, who was ignoring them all. He looked up at Keisuke, then past
him, right over his shoulder. Keisuke blinked, turning around to look at Reiji.
Okay, there was nothing on his face. Then, Keisuke kept looking past Reiji to
see Takumi standing on the three steps that went from the garage to the raised
floor of the house, looking at the doorframe like he had never seen it before.

�You don�t need to worry about my
personal life,� Ryosuke suggested as Sora wiped at his mouth with the back of
his hand. Reiji walked around Keisuke and helped his friend up, examining the
split skin on the corner of his mouth. Ryosuke stood there for a bit longer,
making a threat with his mere presence. Sora nodded jerkily before hissing and
slapping Reiji away as he tried to poke at the wound.

�Are we still on for today?� Another
driver asked. Keisuke blinked, unable to figure out who had just spoken. He
looked at Ryosuke. If anyone was going to have a say-so, it would be his
brother. Ryosuke rubbed at the bridge of his nose and sighed before turning
around to face the several other drivers in his garage.

�We�re still doing practice matches
today,� Ryosuke announced. The Initial D team all cheered like maniacs, calling
out challenges to each other in excitement. Keisuke smiled at everyone�s
enthusiasm before glancing back to check on Takumi. Takumi had closed the house
door, probably thinking of the expensive air conditioning being wasted, and was
leaning back against the door, his head tilted slightp. Cp. Confused, Keisuke
looked up at the ceiling as well. The rafters were still there. Keisuke sighed,
realizing that Takumi had a tendency to stare at things when he was
uncomfortable.

AHowever,� Ryosuke stated, making
everyone moan at what he might be saying next. Ryosuke waited until he had
everyone�s attention, glancing once at Takumi, his eyes looking a bit
uncomfortable when the driver didn�t look back at him. Keisuke crossed his
arms, his eyes narrowing. He hoped Ryosuke felt like shit on the sidewalk for
making Takumi uncomfortable like this.

�We�re going to breakfast first,�
Ryosuke announced. The other drivers all did various cries along the lines of �Yes!�
and �He�s paying, right?� Ryosuke was known for treating the team to meals
every now and then. It was like PMS, unpredictable and out of the blue, except
that it meant good things. If there was one thing in life to be appreciated, it
was free food. The heavy feeling of cereal resting in his stomach was already
starting to fade as the prospect of a real breakfast was suddenly visible on
the horizon.

�Where are we going?� Keisuke asked
excitedly, forgetting that he was supposed to be pissed off at his over-sexed
brother. Ryosuke turned to him, no emotion on his face, as the other drivers
began to quiet down, eager to know where they were going to eat as well.
Everyone in the garage was hanging onto Ryosuke�s every word, except for
Takumi, who was staring down at the knocked over tool box.

�Just follow me,� Ryosuke said
mysteriously. A few groaned at that. The last time they had followed Ryosuke to
a diner, three of their drivers had gotten hopelessly lost and wound up an hour
late. Ryosuke seemed to get some kind of pleasure out of leaving everyone in
the dust. Keisuke sniffed, remembering something else about his brother that
irritated him. Ryosuke only thought with his balls and the stick shift.

The team began to disperse, going to
their precious cars, a few of them honking as they were unlocked by remote.
Ryosuke walked toward Keisuke, obviously wanting to continue their
conversation. Ryosuke always had to get the last word. Keisuke opened his
mouth, ready to verbally tear his brother apart, but was only walked around and
past. Ryosuke walked right up to Takumi, definitely going past the personal
space boundary to stare down at the slightly shorter driver.

�Give me my keys,� Takumi ordered,
glancing over to the hachi-roku parked in the driveway through the open garage
door. Keisuke nodded approval. Takumi needed to assert himself and tell Ryosuke
to fuck off. Ryosuke looked steadily down at Takumi, like he was dealing with a
small child.

�Aru stu still angry?� It was a good
point. Nobody wanted to see Takumi drive when he was mad. The last time he did,
he almost killed someone. Mainly himself. At least Ryosuke was slightly
concerned about Takumi�s welfare. Still, it wasn�t quite the effort Keisuke
wanted to see. He wanted Ryosuke on his knees apologizing to Takumi.
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