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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 2

Two person Perspective

The yellow FD caught up to the panda Trueno as it whipped past on the return run. The seasoned street racer ripped his e brake, and whipped his car around to tail the smaller white and black Toyota. With a series of blinker flashes and honks of his horn he pushed Fujiwara to stop at the next pull off. Keisuke had another cigarette in his mouth as he stepped out of his car.

"Fujiwara, shut the hachi roku off."

The younger driver looked confused but reached into the compact and complied. He stood back up with his keys in hand. "Is something wrong, Keisuke san?"

"Hai. You're too tired to keep driving. You're going to get some sleep, or I'm going to pound your head into the pavement, Fujiwara."

Keisuke was worried about the younger driver, and his normal way to cope with anxiety was to yell at the object of his vexation. His frayed nerves twinged as he took in the details of Fujiwara's haggard face. The younger man had to be stopped for his own good Keisuke knew. He stalked to the hachi roku's driver while venting at his younger teammate.

"I don't know who you think you are, Fujiwara, but I won't tolerate you losing tomorrow's meet. You can't keep your eyes open so there's no way you can keep driving! Do you understand me, Fujiwara?"

The shorter nineteen year old looked surprised. "Keisuke san, I have to practice, or I'll lose tomorrow because I don't know the course. I'll get some sleep after while. There's only two hours left until practice ends. It's almost dawn. I can handle it."

Fujiwara spoke through a partially stifled yawn. He stroked his chin which only irritated the older driver more. That habit made Keisuke feel unsettled as he noticed the younger racer's pinched features. There was not a chance that the younger man could deny how tired he was if he would only look in the rear view mirror of his own car. Keisuke felt his irritation skyrocket with the younger racer. Determination was a good quality only so long as it did not endanger the well being of others.

"Baka, you're about to black out behind the wheel. You have to stop!" Keisuke jerked Takumi's car keys out of his hand before the smaller driver realized what he intended to do. The spiky haired dark blond grabbed the stunned teen's arm and pulled the younger man toward his yellow FD while he continued to snap at him.

"You're going to get into the FD. I'm taking you to the resort to book you a room. You are not going to give me any arguments. I'll kick your ass if you even think about fighting with me about stopping for the night. You're dead on your feet and it's way too obvious at a glance!"

From the corner of his eye Keisuke saw resentment flare on Fujiwara's face. The smaller man jerked his arm free, and yanked his keys out of his hand before the tall blond realized the amber haired teenager was capable of retaliation. The smaller man moved several paces back glaring at him.

"I'm fine! Don't think I'll let you bully me, Keisuke san. I'm a member of this team too. I'm not here for you to baby sit. I'm here to drive because I made a commitment to this team! I can't let minasan down by goofing off just because I'm a little tired tonight. I'll memorize this course and then sleep through the day. You aren't the only driver that has to uphold our team's reputation."

"If you pass out behind the wheel, you'll ruin Project D's reputation, baka yaro!" Keisuke barked at the stubborn teenager facing off with him looking as if he was willing and able to hold his own if things got any worse.

"I'm not going to ruin the team's reputation! If the only reason you stopped me was to give me a damned lecture, then you should have left me the hell alone, Keisuke san!"

Takumi turned on his heel, and got back into his car before Keisuke thought to react. He had hachi roku turned on, and was peeling out from the rest stop before Keisuke recovered enough to stop him. It was the first time he'd ever seen anger from the smaller ace. Takumi's temper was as savage as his own, Keisuke recognized. The glare he had received was formidable as was the solid stance the smaller man had taken when he braced his position. Keisuke wondered if the quiet younger ace hid emotions as intense and volatile as his under that sleepy eyed mask he wore.

Keisuke scrubbed a hand through his mane. With a heavy sigh, and a shake of his head, he got back into his Mazda, and took off after the white and black Toyota that barreled up the mountain road to reach the starting line staging area.

'That damned punk is going to drive me insane. I can barely keep up with Fujiwara as is. But, I won't let him get himself killed because he doesn't know when to take a break. Aniki can't be the only one who can stop him. Although, knowing Takumi kun, he'd listen if Aniki told him to go to the resort for the rest of the night.'

Keisuke gripped the wheel hard. It was the same unwelcome thought he'd had numerous times over the past seven months since Aniki had decided to form Project D. Takumi Fujiwara and he had been the double aces of Project D for that amount of time. Although the actual racing on other passes had started fairly recently, Ryosuke had settled on Fujiwara being the team's downhill specialist last fall. Keisuke had gone to challenge Fujiwara to learn how to be a genuine street racer so he could push the quiet driver into joining. In Keisuke's eyes, the moment he had challenged Fujiwara to join, Akina's downhill specialist became Project D's second ace driver.

Keisuke recognized how much he detested the way the younger driver focused on his older brother whenever Ryosuke gave instructions. In any scenario, Ryosuke could gain immediate cooperation from the younger driver, unlike himself. It was an aggravation that caused Keisuke to redouble his efforts to outshine the teenaged dynamo racer. Obviously, his older brother liked the younger driver's skills, and humble nature. Ryosuke had every reason to want to nurture Fujiwara's obscene level talent. Still, it angered Keisuke when he saw Takumi watching his older brother with intent, dark, solemn eyes.

The younger ace would look relieved whenever Ryosuke gave him a compliment, or said he had done a good job. Every time Ryosuke spoke with Fujiwara the youth became focused and attentive. The blond could not understand why he had such strong reactions to his younger teammate's interactions with his older brother. Whenever Fujiwara nodded at his brother, Keisuke saw red. The time Fujiwara spent with Ryosuke left Keisuke feeling livid with both of them. He had to give himself a number of mental shakes to prevent himself from reacting every time he saw the pair together. Keisuke knew that his older brother had to catch Fujiwara up on the refined aspects of mechanical and strategic racing so his reaction made absolutely no sense.

'Why do I get so damned pissed that Aniki can get Takumi kun to do whatever he wants him to? What's my problem with Fujiwara anyway? He hasn't done anything to make me mad, but I can't stop getting pissed off since he joined Project D. Damn it! Is there something wrong with me? This isn't the time to get pissed off because that punk listens to Aniki instead of me. I have to help get that baka to bed before he does something really stupid. If that's what it takes to get him to rest, then I need to get over myself, and let Aniki order him around. Fujiwara will get into the FD if Aniki tells him to, which will work out fine. I just have to keep up with that young baka long enough to get back to the top safely.'

Keisuke pushed harder on the accelerator, intent to catch the other driver to keep an eye on him. The spiky haired blond had a bad feeling that soured his gut even more than his ongoing irrational annoyance. Keisuke intended to keep the younger driver out of serious trouble, even if it got him a busted lip, or a black eye, for his efforts. If he had to knock the younger driver out with a hard upper cut to the jaw, Keisuke would deliver it for the punk's own safety.

'I won't let Takumi get hurt. I still have to beat the damned little punk in a down hill race to get even for his trashing my skills twice. I'm going to make sure that baka makes it to the pro leagues with me. I decided that I won't leave him to molder in the backwoods. Aniki and I will see to it that the spaced out little genius makes it to the big leagues even if it kills us.'

Keisuke caught the Trueno before it had gotten through three turns. Keisuke breathed a sigh of relief. The panda continued to charge up the roadway as Keisuke followed close behind.

00O00

Takumi glared at the course, as he turned another sharp hairpin. He had on his normal belt instead of his racing straps, but was too angry to care as he fled from his older teammate's wrath.

'Nani the hell is up with Keisuke san? If I don't practice, I'll fall behind. I have to win my race tomorrow night, and that means I have to know this course. I can't go to sleep yet. I'm not even sure naze the Takahashi brothers have me on their team. I don't know enough about racing. I don't know very much about cars. I have so much to learn before I'll belong on a team like this one. No matter how many races I win, it's only because Ryosuke san tells me how to beat my opponents. Otherwise, I'd probably lose horribly every time.'

'The Takahashi brothers are both so awesome. They know so much more than I understand. If I don't keep pushing, I'll get left behind. I have to keep giving one hundred and ten percent to keep up with them. Naze can't Keisuke san understand that? I don't have time to sleep. How could Keisuke san say I'm going to damage the team's reputation? I know he doesn't like me, but that was below the belt. I made a commitment to minasan on this team to give my best. I can't back down just because I'm feeling a little tired.'

Although he felt bone weary, Takumi clenched his jaw, and fought the lassitude that ate at his concentration. The youthful ace had begun to feel the pressure from his lack of sleep several weeks before. Takumi continued to push himself with ruthless intent. He would not fail the Takahashi brothers, or the rest of the Project D team, if he could find a way to avoid that situation. The Takahashi brothers had asked him to be a part of their elite racing team and he was committed to driving.

Takumi had a schedule that consisted of a two hour nap in the afternoon when he got off work. He drove every night at Akina, and slept for another two hours before he got up to do his morning tofu delivery route. He put in another hour of training before he went home to go to his full time job as a mover. He switched off between his hachi roku, and Oyaji's Impreza to improve his techniques.

Still, all the hours that he trained were not enough to give Takumi a solid sense of accomplishment when he stacked his ability against either of the Takahashi brothers knowledge. He felt like a baby in the shadow of giants. Takumi could not stop admiring the rotary brothers' sense of focus and objectives. Neither brother had any doubts about what they wanted, and both got everything they were after. The amber haired nineteen year old felt outclassed. He wanted to emulate those qualities so he would be worthy of their friendship in the long run.

'I wish I had another can of coffee or a high caffeine cola from the vending machines right now,' Takumi thought as he yawned again. His eyes started to water.

He shifted the car into second, and braked for the next turn as he blinked to clear his eyes of blurry vision. He headed into the steep uphill turn as the last of the caffeine, and anger at Keisuke's threats faded under a wave of heaviness. It caught the nineteen year old off guard. His concentration shattered as his car entered the corner.

The road stayed blurry. Takumi's eyes refused to function. Instinct caused him to let off the gas pedal as he blinked in an attempt to clear his faulty vision. 'It isn't working,' he realized as he shifted his foot to the brake to slow the momentum of his hachi roku more.

'Shit! This is bad. Nani the hell's wrong with my eyes? I can't stop now! Not now! Another couple of hours of practice is left, so come on Takumi, you can do this.'

The last thing Takumi heard was the sound of metal scraping against another surface as his body slammed into the seat belt strap which felt like a rubber band expanding across his chest. A flash of light sparked as pain exploded in his forehead. He whirled down into darkness, unable to comprehend what had happened.

00O00

******** (Note: Do not attempt Keisuke's desperation stunt!) *********

"Shit!" Keisuke snarled and hit the brakes when hachi roku went out of control as Takumi drifted into the upward left turn at too high a speed.

The panda's brake work was erratic, then nonexistent as the hachi roku scraped the mountain at an angle with a shudder and jerking motion. The front passenger side bounced off the granite face, and the front end slid along the road toward the outer guardrail. The metal rail had sustained serious damage at some point, and would not rebound the Toyota if they collided. Considering the car's orientation, that was the outcome if he did not interfere with the Trueno's course.

Afraid that Fujiwara was unconscious, Keisuke reacted to save the other driver's life. Without thought for his own safety, or the FD's structural damage, Keisuke hit the gas to slide between the rail and the compact. He turned the Mazda's wheels toward the Trueno to force it away from the abyss and floored his own gas pedal to nullify the other car's weight and momentum. The blond felt the front driver fender scrape the damaged guardrail as one of his wheels lost feedback for a split second. He hit the throttle harder to force both cars away from the drop as his heart skipped several beats. A fast series of braking, gas, and steering maneuvers allowed him to pin the smaller car against the mountain so he could stop its wild forward momentum. A final maneuver and he backed his FD so that the edge of his rear end was blocking the lighter compact's driver side rear bumper. The smaller car could not roll backward with his car to act as a barrier since it did weigh more.

Keisuke pulled his e brake hard to lock both cars into a stationary position as he killed his engine. He jumped out of the FD and ran to the other car's driver side door. The tall blond yanked the door handle hard. He ignored the yellow scuff marks that covered the tofu shop advertisement.

"Takumi kun! Are you all right? Damn it, Fujiwara, answer me!" Keisuke reached over the slumped figure to yank the hachi roku's e brake.

The wheat hued blond did not have to turn the key, as Takumi's foot had not depressed his clutch, which killed the small car's engine as it rolled to a stop. Keisuke decided to be cautious and switched the ignition to full off in case there was a gas leak he did not know about. The last thing they needed was a car fire starting because he was careless.

Keisuke pushed Takumi back in his seat, to see if he had any obvious injuries. Takumi was breathing in a normal rhythm, but his eyes were closed. A gash on his forehead told Keisuke everything he needed to know. The kid's head had hit his steering wheel because he had only worn his standard belt instead of racing straps as he should have put back on. The standard issue had not locked to prevent the younger man from hitting the steering wheel as he scraped the mountain. It was an antique that could no longer lock effectively during heavy impacts.

"You stupid damned punk! Naze the hell didn't you listen to me?"

Keisuke kicked the open door as he stood up to yank his cell phone out of his pocket. A quick succession of rapid button punches had his brother's number up on the screen. He hit the send button and placed the earpiece to his ear. He noticed as the ring tone started that he was shaking badly in reaction to his own close call. Ryosuke picked up on the third ring.

"Aniki, get down here! Fujiwara bit it before I could stop him," Keisuke barked into the mouthpiece before his brother could greet him.

"Is Fujiwara all right? How much damage did hachi roku take?"

"I don't know about the car. He scraped the mountain and rebounded so I figure it's got dents on the passenger side if nothing else. Fujiwara's out cold and has a gash on his forehead from hitting his head on the steering wheel."

Keisuke glanced at the unconscious driver who moaned, and twitched in his seat. He bent to see whether he was coming around, but Takumi fell silent again.

"We're on the way. Have you called an ambulance, Keisuke?"

Keisuke heard the distinct sounds of something dropped while van doors slammed shut. "iie, I called you first. I can't wake Takumi kun up, Aniki. I'm going to drag him out of the seat, and try to get him to wake up." Keisuke shivered as he looked at the teenager trapped in the seat, bleeding heavily.

"We're coming down there. I'll call the ambulance. Just hold on, Keisuke. Don't do anything rash before we get there."

The phone went dead in Keisuke's hand as his brother hung up. Keisuke dropped to his knees beside the unconscious teen, and placed a hand on his leg as he waited for the pit crew, and the ambulance. The blond was livid over what had happened, and felt the desire to lash out at his older brother spring up from the depths of his being.

'Had Aniki told Takumi to stop, he would have listened to him and we wouldn't be in this mess. Naze did Aniki let Fujiwara make this run? He could have prevented Takumi getting hurt so easily. How could he let this happen?'

Keisuke fought to keep control of his emotions as he considered what he needed to achieve for Takumi's well being. He muttered at the unconscious youth. "Naze did you argue with me, you damned baka? Naze, Takumi kun? Shit!"

Keisuke felt the bite of tears that clouded his vision as he unbelted the younger driver, and pulled him gently from his car. Takumi muttered incoherent words in his ear as Keisuke shifted his slender frame onto the pavement. Keisuke wished he had a blanket to cover the injured ace until help arrived. He didn't pay attention to what the unconscious teen mumbled as he laid him flat on the pavement. He propped Fujiwara's legs up on the floor board of his car's opened door to help reduce the effects of shock.

Time was a blur as people crowded around the pair. Keisuke barely registered his brother's angry voice as he lodged a complaint about the FD. The questions asked by the ambulance crew was jumbled nonsense to the blond. He noted that they loaded the unconscious driver onto a gurney, and hoisted it into the back of the van.

Keisuke had the foggy sense of yanking his arm out of his brother's grip as he jumped into the FD, and turned the key on to follow the ambulance down the mountain. He didn't know what Ryosuke bellowed as he untangled his car from Takumi's, and did not care.

Rage at his older brother because of Fujiwara's accident made Keisuke prone to violence. He left the scene before he did something that he knew he would regret later. Ryosuke could have prevented this outcome. He had done nothing to stop it in Keisuke's eyes. The only thing that the blond could focus on was to stay behind the ambulance, and find out if the younger ace would be all right.
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A Rivalry Revealed Novel #1