Evolution

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Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN THEM! I can’t imagine what I’d do if I did own them. Probably just sit and stare at their loveliness. O_O Yeah, like that.

Warnings: Yaoi, roughness, swearing, blah, blah and blah. Like the warnings even matter. You people are reading it knowing full well that it’s filled with swears and adult smutty goodness. Made up stuff, such as Mr. and Mrs. Takahashi’s first names. I don’t remember ever seeing their names anywhere in the manga so I’m taking liberty with them. Feel free to bitch if you don’t like them. ^_^

Notes: I had quite a few personal emails about Kyoichi’s vehicle choice. Please keep in mind that this fic is set five years in the past. As in, five years before Initial D even started. He drives a Toyota Supra in the back-story. He’s 19 and out of high school, so he works at a body shop during the week. Ryosuke’s 19 and out of high school, but he’s not working. He’s part timing in a university program that keeps him busy for a few days a week. He’s a medical assistant in his father’s clinic. Also….REVIEW. I see how many hits my fics get. You’re all out there somewhere. Now if I can only find you and wring a review from your cold, dead hands…hee.


“Are you going to be ok if we go back inside? I need to sleep and you\'ve got school.\"

\"Hai, I\'ll be ok. Just...don\'t bring him around anymore. I don\'t know what it is but I don\'t want to see him with you. He\'s...wrong, Aniki.\"


It had been a long night and a long day for Kyoichi, his morning starting at seven and continuing until almost three, a now empty schedule sheet in front of him as he punched out of the office. The night couldn’t have been worse, his sleep interrupted by bouts of guilt over being caught with Ryosuke.
It was rewarding for him to work in the auto body shop. He enjoyed the friendliness the three mechanics shared with each other and the hours were good. Plus, if his car ever needed work done to it, the parts were discounted to wholesale price and the labour was free, as long as he did the work himself and it was done after hours.

Making a quick detour to the employee lounge, the young Sudou changed out of his filthy overalls and back into his street clothes, plain black jeans and a white t-shirt with his leather jacket over top. If he hurried, he’d have just enough time to get home and shower, with remaining time to get to Ryosuke’s favourite restaurant.

Smiling, Kyoichi slipped into the driver’s seat of the aging Supra and drove off, fiendishly planning a night the future doctor wouldn’t soon forget.


After getting Keisuke up to bed, Ryosuke had stayed up, his next day’s schedule empty because his father didn’t work on Fridays. He paced his room and occasionally sat down on the bed, leaning over to breath deeply of the second pillow, inhaling Kyoichi’s aftershave with a quiet moan. If he hadn’t felt so guilty, he would have been aroused, but as things went, he remained awake until the younger Takahashi’s alarm clock went off and he could hear loud rustling of the blond finally waking for school.

Getting dressed himself, the Mazda driver shuffled himself downstairs and made coffee, his usual routine when he didn’t work and their mother had already left for her secretarial job. Their father was truly useless household wise, except for his medical know-how, his inability to get the boy’s ready at a younger age forced Ryosuke to fend for all three of them. Luckily, it was the weekend and Keisuke would be out with his friends for the next few days.

The percolating coffee brought the other two males down from the second floor and with a small smile, Ryosuke handed them each a steaming cup, playing the ever-delighted housewife to two men who in truth, could handle themselves. Takahashi Sousuke smiled warmly and sat down at the kitchen table, newspaper in hand, his routine before a day of wandering warehouses for new medical equipment to add to the clinic.

“Sankyuu, Ryosuke. Your mother would be proud to see how independent you’ve become. Unlike your brother…”

“Naa, Too-san. Cut it out. I’m not that bad.” The sleepy little voice replied before downing half of the cup with a wince. “You didn’t put any sugar in it, Aniki.”

The dark haired boy smiled and turned back to the counter where he had already gotten the other’s lunch ready, all packed neatly in its little bento box.
“Kaa-san said you weren’t supposed to have it in your coffee. It’ll only make you hyper before class.”

“…..sou ka. I’ve got something sweet in my lunch though, right?”

A nod and a lifting of the box lid revealed a traditional lunch, complete with handmade sakuramochi that their mother had made the night before. Keisuke squealed excitedly and pumped his fists in the air, quickly polishing off the rest of his drink before scooping up his shoes. His summer schedule was hectic as he needed rides to and from Kenta’s home, but the rest of the family was glad to help out.

“Come on, Too-san! I’m gonna be late. I need to be there by nine, not at nine.”

“Hai, hai. I’m coming. Just let me get my shoes on…”

The raven-haired boy watched as the rest of his family left for the day, Keisuke’s rumblings about being late and their father’s nearly silent agreement making him smile broadly. He loved them all, even their noncommittal father. He was a great provider and a powerful man, but sometimes, Ryosuke felt like he didn’t spend enough time with them. It was an unsettling thought, but sometimes he wondered if his relationship with Kyoichi was a byproduct of it. That desire to have a slightly older, larger man to love him.

Shivering as he remembered their recent night together, the Akagi master cleared the dishes and set them in the sink, leaving them for later before going up to his room, a pile of university papers calling to him as they desperately needed filling in, some registration forms, others liability forms for student loans. Sighing loudly, he set about finishing them up, the hours melting by as if they were nothing.

“Tadaima, Aniki!” A loud voice from downstairs announced, echoing throughout the large estate.

Ryosuke snapped his head up from the desk and yawned, looking around until he found a clock and swore to himself. It was already four o’clock and now he’d have to hurry or risk being late. His clothes were off in a matter of seconds and the water was already running as Keisuke stomped up the stairs and into their shared bathroom.

“Aniki?”

“Hai, Keisuke, what do you need? I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“I don’t need anything. I just wanted to tell you that I had a great day. I don’t have much time to have fun anymore! Too-san said he’d take us out for dinner if we wanted.” Suntanned hands parted the shower curtain and an innocent little face peeked through to grin mischievously.
“Did you wanna go with us?”

Ryosuke cupped his hands under the showerhead and gathered enough water to splash his otouto and laugh, pushing the curtain back over to avoid splashing the floor.

“Get your nose out of my shower. To answer you, no, I can’t go. I have a date tonight.”

A loud squeal made him peek out to make sure the smaller Takahashi was alright, staring in disbelief as the flustered blond stood with an angry look on his face.
“A date?! With who? Not that guy again, Aniki!”

Ryosuke rolled his eyes and started to rinse, the water flicked off and a towel snatched up before Keisuke could steal it from him. He dried and left the towel draped over the curtain rod, stepping out in front of the boy and walking naked back to his bedroom, his privacy already obliterated for the day.

His door was left open as the elder boy dressed, light slacks and a fleecy button up shirt, the summer nights still chilly in Takasaki City. After running a brush through his hair and doing his teeth, the darker of the two was ready to go. He smiled and waved to the younger boy and hurried to the garage, his loafers toed on at the door and his hand flicking the garage opener as he ran past. His parents never asked where he was going, mostly because he was assumed to be the more responsible of the two, the thought of their pride in him causing Ryosuke to smile and blush. If only they knew.


Kyoichi had only been at the restaurant for a few minutes when he spotted the white FC as it pulled in, annoyedly noticing that his lover had to park a space over from the Supra because a couple had come in just after him and had parked beside it. He stayed in the large booth and took another sip of his water, always ordering the same thing when he arrived first. Plain cold water with a slice of lime. Enough to keep his hands busy but non-alcoholic, so he’d be paying attention when the other dark haired driver pulled in.

A nod and a smile appeared as Ryosuke found his way back to the table, his lithe form slipping into the opposite seat with practiced ease, his jacket sloughed off and placed beside him on the cushion.

“Nice to see that you’re here on time, Kyo.”

“I finished my work at a decent time. It left me with extra time to shower and stuff. Keeping myself to deliciously handsome doesn’t come easily you know.”

A light chuckle and Ryosuke leaned forward to gift the larger man with a smoldering look, his hands resting on the table as he smirked dangerously.
“I know. I’ve been thinking about you all day and even through two conversations with Keisuke and one with my father, I still couldn’t forget what we did last night.”

Kyoichi returned the stare and smiled, breaking away only when the waitress came to take their orders. For Ryosuke, it was basic stir-fried soba noodles and iced tea. Kyoichi pointed to the special on the blackboard at the door; baked lasagna. His water with lime was fine as the beverage.

“I slept well last night but only after telling myself that your brother wasn’t really angry, just kinda shocked.”

“Yeah, he was pretty upset. He went to bed easily enough though and this morning, he was fine.”

“Sou ka. That makes me feel better then. I suppose tonight we should go back to my place then? I don’t want a repeat performance.”

The waitress arrived with their meals and set them down with a bright smile, her skirt swishing as he hurried off, the business nearly empty, which was strange on a Friday night. Both men dug in, the Mazda driver stuffing it in at a pace Kyoichi blinked at. He started in on his own just as eagerly, trying to make it seem normal. Ryosuke supposed he hadn’t realized he was so hungry.
They ate silently but companionably and once Kyoichi was finished, he sat back with one arm draped over the booth and idly picked at his teeth with a toothpick, secure in the knowledge that his boyfriend knew how crude he could sometimes be when he was content.

“Did you want to go back to my place or is the mountain more along the right lines tonight? I don’t mind either.”

Ryosuke wiped his mouth and pushed his empty plate away, settling back against the booth as he lifted his tea, sipping at it and smiling brightly.
“The mountain is fine. I have to be at the clinic by nine tomorrow so we can stay for a while afterwards. Your car or mine?”

“Do you have everything we’ll need in yours?”

“You mean like blankets and stuff?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good, then we’ll go in yours. I cleaned mine out when it was vacuumed last and I forgot to put our bag back in.”

Digging into his wallet, Kyoichi took out the correct amount of money and placed it on the table, the price coming to what it always did because of their regular choices. He left a bit extra for the waitress and gestured for Ryosuke to follow, throwing a wave over his shoulder as the girl thanked them.


It was almost commonplace that entire summer, for the various racing teams to find the two men in Akagi’s uppermost gallery, whether it was with both cars or just the FC or the Supra. Either way, they remained alone as their reputations already preceded them, their privacy saved as only the barest of whispers reached their ears. Ryosuke chuckled and went to fetch coffee for both of them, a can tossed to Kyoichi and his own snapped open for a sip.

Conversation seemed to be on the bill instead of a romantic rendezvous, the amateur drivers all huddled across the lot from them, blocking the view of whatever cars they drove.

“They think we’re plotting some sort of monstrous downhill challenge, Kyo.”

“Aa, I heard. I think once I get a faster car, I’m going to start my own team. I was thinking about Mitsubishi’s newest release. The Lancer Evolution three. I’ve always wanted a Lan Evo, but they’re so expensive. If I trade in the Supra, I can easily get the base payment for it. What do you think?”

“That sounds like a plan but what about this team of yours? Would they all drive Evo’s? If so, just the three’s? You’d have a hard time finding people you know from Nikko who can afford Evo’s of their own. You might end up with a mixed team but if they’re at your skill level, they’d at least be good at what they do, regardless of what they drive.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’d keep it down to only a couple guys anyway. I don’t want some six-man team. Just myself and my number two driver, then a couple scouts who could hold their own if needed.”

Kyoichi sipped at his coffee before setting it down on the hood of his car and stretching, his shoulders and hips popping loudly enough for Ryosuke to squirm noticeably.

“Ugh, you keep doing that even after I’ve given you advice for it. It’s terrible for your joints, Kyo.”

“Hai, hai. You know, I’m not even in the mood for anything naughty tonight, are you? I kinda feel like showing those guys who rules the mountain passes. I might be from Irohazaka and this is Akagi, but I can still kick their asses.”

The elder Takahashi quirked an eyebrow and tipped his head back, finishing off his coffee and flipping the can into the bin beside them.
“You think so? Go announce it then. I’d love to be beside you when you do it.”

The future Evo driver finished his drink and hefted himself up from his seated place against the guardrail, sauntering over to the milling throng, his keys jingling in his right hand as he stepped right up, his pride showing before he even spoke. Right away he noticed two Silvia’s, an S13 and an S14 by the look of it. Cars he could have easily beaten in an Evo but he was excited about beating them in his Supra and he trusted its potential.

“Is this just a meeting or are you guys waiting for someone? If it’s a race you want, I can oblige.”

A tall raven-haired boy stepped out of the group and held his keys aloft, his eyes wide and his mouth smirking.
“I drive the S13. I’ll race you, if you represent something other than Akagi.” He had hoped to find a local racer but he was in for a treat.

Kyoichi turned slightly and pointed to his beloved Toyota, its license plate proudly displaying its Tochigi prefecture tag. The boy nodded and gestured for them to start, hurrying to his car as Kyoichi walked back to Ryosuke’s side where he tossed his can in the trash and motioned for him to get in before he threw his seatbelt on and backed up, driving to the gallery’s exit where the race would begin.
As a courtesy, before the few street racing rules had become common knowledge, the visiting challenger would be given the chance to lead, just as a testament to the home team’s ability to pass them before the finish. Once they were lined up, Kyoichi declined the extra advantage and backed up to sit behind the Nissan, regardless of the looks he received from the onlookers.

The dark haired male revved his engine and nodded to the blond that was assigned to officiating the race, his arms held aloft before he counted down from five, his voice echoing off of the sheer cliff at the mountain’s peak.
Reaching the end, he dropped his arms and both cars sped off past him, his hair rustling in the given off wind before he ran back to the gallery to watch over the railing. The Supra had already gained on the Silvia and was trying vainly to clear its driver’s side, Kyoichi’s lips set in a wicked grimace as he forced the long car to drift tightly around the next corner, his foot dropping heavily on the accelerator before the dark coloured machine finally obeyed him and fell into pace with the other driver.

He breathed heavily as he realized how close his back end had truly come to the guardrail and again threw the car into a forced turn, his back tires squealing loudly as he again gave it a powerful shot of gas, this time managing to clear nearly half of the Q’s length, his nose just barely reaching the driver’s side door panel.

Kyoichi swore loudly, something Ryosuke heard often when the other man was driving, a method of keeping himself focused even when angered by a failing attempt. He feigned a pass on the side he already occupied and snapped the brakes for a brief second to get back behind the Silvia, this time taking the inside on the second to last of Akagi’s corners, his car, though somewhat more powerful than the larger bodied Nissan, could barely clear the tight space and with one last sharp cry, the Nikko resident bore down on the gas pedal and shot through the enclosure into the open in front of the other car.

It was a race Kyoichi doubted he would ever pride himself on, the nearly 20 points of extra horsepower simply not cutting it when fighting in a downhill battle against a heavier car that had gravity on its side. They both pulled off in the last gallery and got out, the Silvia driver’s eyes widening in slight shock as he immediately recognized Ryosuke, Kyoichi’s eyes drifting from one man to the other. He cleared his throat and stepped over to his opponent, offering his hand.

“Sudou Kyoichi. Home course of Irohazaka. Come and challenge me again there when you think you’ve become faster.”

The other man had still not taken his eyes off of Ryosuke and it somewhat irritated the race winner, but when he mentioned his home course, the dark haired boy looked back at him with something akin to shock, his mouth partially open and eyes wide.

“I..Irohazaka. I should’ve known it was you. I could never’ve beaten you.” The boy ignored Kyoichi’s hand and bowed slightly before straightening up. “You’re the fastest in Tochigi. I should’ve known better when I saw your tags. Especially since it was a black Supra.”

Kyoichi blinked and leaned over to peer at the other car’s tags, laughing to himself when he noticed a set of matching labels. His opponent was also from Tochigi. How exciting. The car was free from noticeable dents or scratches that would suggest that he hit guardrails often. He was a good driver and a fair racer. Kyoichi felt his heartbeat quicken.

Stuffing his keys into his pocket, the shorter man held out his hand and felt himself blush a little, embarrassed to be speaking to the best driver in Nikko.

“I’m indebted to you for driving your best with me. It was a exciting to show my skills to you and your passenger. You’re both legends in the galleries. Especially you, Takahashi Ryosuke.”

The Mazda driver blinked and then nodded, feeling out of place as the men introduced each other.
“I would thank you for your acknowledgment, but I don’t know your name either.”

“Ah, gomen ne.”

He held his hand out and smiled, his cheerful demeanor betraying the contempt he felt in his heart, secretly angry with the man for beating him and for having lost in front of the racing god known as the White Comet.

“Iwaki Seiji. Home course of Irohazaka.”