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All For Love 3rd in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-All For Love
- 2-AFL 2
- 3-AFL 3
- 4-AFL 4
- 5-AFL 5
- 6-AFL 6
- 7-AFL 7
- 8-AFL 8
- 9-AFL 9
- 10-AFL 10
- 11-AFl 11
- 12-AFL 12
- 13-AFL 13
- 14-AFL 14
- 15-AFL 15
- 16-AFL 16
- 17-AFL 17
- 18-AFL 18
- 19-AFL 19
- 20-AFL 20
- 21-AFL 21
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A/N: This is temporarily an older draft of this fan fiction that I am posting here. I will revise to correct inconsistencies ASAP. Please have patience with my weird schedules making revision and uploading chapters an ongoing hassle. This note will change once revised.

CHAPTER 20

Kenta's watch said it was eleven minutes after nine. Fumihiro had started the team meeting. This was the last Red Suns meeting of the year. New rules and regulations would be announced at the end of this meeting. The team was discussing objectives for the next racing season, and the difficulties of the previous year's races. New schedules would be considered if necessary. Kenta noticed several hopefuls on the fringe, trying to listen in.

A light snow had fallen the night before. Ryosuke-san said bad road conditions were the best training aides. Kenta had noticed Keisuke's rapid improvement because of driving fast on icy roads the previous winter. He was training every night, determined to catch up to Keisuke-san and Fujiwara's levels of expertise if possible.

Kenta turned his head as the yellow FD pulled into Akagi's welcome center parking lot. Keisuke got out of his car scowling. Kenta trotted toward his mentor, relieved to escape the dull meeting without censure from Fumihiro or Hiroshi. "Keisuke-san, are you here for the meeting? Will you be hitting the course tonight?"

All heads turned to look as Kenta came abreast of their real leader as the blond closed his car door. Keisuke answered in a firm voice as he moved toward Kenta. "Both. I have things to clear up tonight."

The sandy-haired racer got the impression that Keisuke was uneasy as he quietly continued. "Aniki really ripped into me for being a sappy, insecure, hovering half-wit around Fujiwara last night."

The talented racer Kenta knew was too stubborn and opinionated to act the way described. Fujiwara had given Keisuke cause to clean up some of his rougher edges. Yet, the idea of Keisuke fawning over anyone did not fit. Kenta snickered as his thoughts collided between his mentor's image, and Kenta's idea of Ryosuke's meaning.

"Nani, Kenta?"

Kenta lowered his voice as they stopped in front of his S-14. "Gomen ne, Keisuke-san. I can't see you acting like a tongue-tied teenager trying to talk to his first crush."

Keisuke did a double take of his face. "Nani?"

Kenta sat on the edge of his hood as Keisuke leaned against the fender. "Never mind, Keisuke-san. You have gotten a little more laid-back since you and Fujiwara started seeing each other. I think Fujiwara has been really good for you."

Keisuke twitched, looking away. It was another subtle change in Keisuke's behavior since he fell for Fujiwara. Even his embarrassment now showed. "So, how are you two doing since we're on the topic?"

"We're doing fine. Fujiwara's threatening me with water cup training again. He's growling that I need to train so I'll stay at the top and get into the pros. Takumi said he'll kick my ass if I keep slacking off."

Kenta could not prevent the soft snort of laughter that escaped him. The idea of Fujiwara beating Keisuke up was ludicrous. "Some rumors are claiming Fujiwara's racing days are over because he almost lost his leg. Did he decide to concentrate on you getting to the pro circuit because he can't race any more?"

Keisuke reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He dug in his pocket for a lighter while grumbling. "Che. Stop listening to rumors, Kenta. Takumi's going to be driving by March first at the latest. He's determined to remain one of the nation's top downhill-specialists. He's just being pushy to get me back on track."

Kenta watched Keisuke lighting his cigarette. His mentor sighed, shook his head, and toyed with it. "Nani's wrong, Keisuke-san?"

"Che! I really have been getting soft lately."

"There's nothing wrong with being nicer to people, Keisuke-san."

Keisuke raked a hand through his bangs. "There's a lot you don't know about, Kenta. This could be a really bad time for me to lose my edge."

Kenta snorted at his strange remark. "Genuinely loving Fujiwara doesn't mean you've become soft or a sap. It's been good for you, Keisuke-san."

"Fujiwara's the best thing to ever happen to me. That's the reason I worry about getting too soft." Keisuke answered.

Kenta smiled at his mentor. "There's nothing wrong with you letting go of the bad-ass gangster's reputation because you don't need it. I think Fujiwara's helping you turn your life around, Keisuke-san. I saw him changing things about himself to keep you before the shooting too. Don't revert over a pissed off comment Ryosuke-san made. You might lose Fujiwara if you started acting like a gangster again."

Keisuke chuckled although his expression remained pensive. "You're probably right, Kenta."

Something was off Kenta realized. He thought about asking Keisuke about whatever bothered him. At that moment the team started heading toward the two of them. Fumihiro and Matsimoto sauntered up to face Keisuke. Kenta watched the broad-shouldered racer's body stiffen. A tightness around the blond's eyes and tension in his posture told Kenta Keisuke was uneasy around Fumihiro by the way the two men regarded each other. Keisuke shoved his free hand into his pants pocket as his brows plunged to the bridge of his nose.

"Welcome back, Keisuke-san. I wrapped up the meeting a little early so people can say hello. Ryosuke told me that you planned to start training again."

"Domo, Fumihiro. Aniki told me everything okāsan said when she first arrived at the hospital. I bet you want answers. Long time no see, Matsimoto."

"It would be nice, Keisuke-san. I've known you as long as Ryosuke, so I think I deserve the truth. Ryosuke also told me to leave everything up to your discretion concerning the rumors, so I have."

Keisuke took another drag off his cigarette as he listened to Fumihiro. The two men's conversation alarmed Kenta. Whatever Keisuke's okāsan had said was causing tangible friction between them. Matsimoto was looking as uneasy as Kenta felt as he nodded at Keisuke's greeting.

"It's good to see you're back in action, Keisuke-san. How's Fujiwara doing?" Matsimoto asked after a second look at both tense men.

"He's doing much better. Fujiwara can't stand having to wait to get back into his hachi roku." Keisuke turned and addressed their teammates. "Naze are you standing around staring at me? I'm not a ghost, minasan."

Red Suns surrounded Keisuke. Greetings poured in. Several voices asked the same thing. "Ne, Keisuke-san, how are you?"

Keisuke made sure his voice was loud enough to hear his answer. "I'm back to one hundred percent, minasan. Project D's chances to get into the Iron Will Endurance look to be improving. Because of a recent meeting with two potential sponsors, I'm here to start intensive training. I have to get ready."

"Naze race overseas, Keisuke-san?" Kenta heard Nakajo asking.

"No one from Nihon has ever had guts enough to enter the Iron Will Endurance until now. It's considered one of the toughest multiple day battles in the world. Most competitors get disqualified, or quit before the halfway point. Project D will be able to show the world that Nihon has first class racers if we can get the finances together to go." A collection of high-spirited hoots greeted Keisuke's statement.

"Since Fujiwara can't race anymore, will you be representing Project D alone in the Iron Will Endurance, Keisuke-san?" Kenta tried to find the speaker, but failed to be certain with many people shuffling around.

"Fujiwara plans to begin intensive training for the Iron Will as soon as he gets cleared by his orthopedic surgeon. His racing days are far from over."

"Naze is Fujiwara still part of Project D, Keisuke-san?" Kenta cringed as he recognized Arai Umito's voice as the paunchy man forced his way through the crowd. He stopped a foot away from Keisuke. Arai was a fairly fat man with thick jowls, and double chins. Though a touch piggish looking, Arai had great reflexes and had moved up the second string ranks fast. Kenta heard others echo his angry toned sentiment.

Keisuke sounded puzzled. "Naze wouldn't Fujiwara be on the team?"

Arai Umito bellowed, "Naze?! Fujiwara almost got several Red Suns killed, including me. Nani about all the bad publicity he caused? Project D's all elite Red Suns members anyway. Fujiwara's the exception. Replace Fujiwara with a first string Red Suns driver. You can even complete Ryosuke-san's Kanto Project next year and save Project D and the Red Suns reputations once that trouble maker's gone."

Keisuke's eyes narrowed over Arai's denouncement of his lover. Kenta swallowed hard as Keisuke growled loud enough for the crowd to hear. "Fujiwara's the one Ryosuke chose last fall to represent Project D on the downhill. Ryosuke sees no reason to change his mind about Fujiwara, and neither do I. Don't blame Fujiwara for the shooting because that was ultimately my fault, not his."

Matsimoto surprised Kenta by addressing Arai. "I'm not a member of the Red Suns any more tha . . ."

As if Matsimoto was not even speaking, Arai rounded on Keisuke, drowning hachi roku's mechanic out. "How can you say that, Keisuke-san? Fujiwara's crazy ex tried to kill us all! Fujiwara put your teammates in danger, Keisuke-san!"

Keisuke finished his cigarette, tossing it on the ground and grinding it under his heel. "You volunteered to go on that expedition after being warned it was dangerous, Arai. Furthermore, Fujiwara nearly left Project D two months before Mogi showed up and shot Fujiwara and myself. Ryosuke and I convinced Fujiwara to stay on after we found out about her. I didn't take Mogi seriously and Fujiwara almost lost a leg because of it."

Matsimoto spoke, looking as shocked as Fumihiro. Kenta was also stunned by the revelation. "You knew about Mogi for two months? Naze didn't you warn any of us about her, Keisuke-san?!"

Several hopefuls beside the Red Suns members had drifted closer to hear the argument. Some muttered to each other in soft tones from which Kenta could not pick distinct words. They seemed upset by Keisuke's announcement.

"I believed Mogi was nothing more than a crybaby. I refuse to make Fujiwara's private problems public knowledge since Fujiwara won't tolerate that. Fujiwara's two jobs, family problems, and Mogi's nonstop harassment, combined with the new training schedule Ryosuke gave him hammered Fujiwara into the ground three weeks into our active battle phase."

"Matte, Keisuke-san. There was more going on than Mogi?" Matsimoto had lifted a hand as he sought clarification. Keisuke sighed and gave a single firm nod in answer.

"Everything combined caused so much stress it led to his exhaustion-induced accident, Matsimoto. Fujiwara spent three days in the hospital and needed prescriptions after he was released. I was watching over Fujiwara because I knew his health was still deteriorating because of stress. I set up the block to stop Mogi, and it was helping. Fujiwara's health started to improve."

"Dear Kami-sama, Keisuke-san. Is that naze Ryosuke-san said Fujiwara was too ill to come in person when he brought us the apology letters?" Fumihiro sounded appalled. Kenta realized his eyes had gotten huge as he sat on his car listening to Keisuke's explanation. The wheat haired street racer nodded with a heavy sigh.

Matsimoto added. "That's naze Fujiwara's ex girlfriend started screaming that you had caused their problems, and somehow helped Fujiwara find his new girlfriend. With all the rumors that are claiming Fujiwara's in love with you, how is his girlfriend handling everything, Keisuke-san?"

Keisuke reached for another smoke as he snapped loud enough for the crowd to hear him. "She isn't around to handle anything. Fujiwara doesn't have a girlfriend any longer, and has very good reasons to avoid onnas because of Mogi's stunt. As for the rumors, let the back stabbing pussies trying to cause trouble for Fujiwara come talk to me. The rumors concern me, so the chicken shit assholes need to grow a pair and say something to my face. I'm a known swinger, so it's probably some underhanded attack on me by cowards afraid of getting their asses kicked."

Fumihiro's voice was much louder. "All we heard was Fujiwara hadn't been eating right and had a vitamin deficiency. Naze did you lie to us when things were so serious?"

Keisuke's voice rumbled up from his chest as anger entered his voice. "Nani would we lie? You were given Fujiwara's medical diagnosis. Fujiwara wasn't eating right. Because of bouts with acute stress he sometimes puked his guts up after eating. He asked me to keep that to myself because he didn't want to worry anyone."

"To save Fujiwara from extreme embarrassment, you helped him cover his stomach problems up by insisting on picking up breakfast with him at the expeditions right after he got out of the hospital. Not only did that give him a chance to make sure he could keep his food down before eating around us, you picked things he liked too. Am I right, Keisuke-san?" Fumihiro asked as he looked at Kenta's mentor.

"Hai. It was the only thing I could think of to do Fujiwara is damned tight lipped about everything. Anyway, he told me about his family problems and the rest because I wouldn't let up until I knew how he had gotten so ill. Fujiwara told me about Mogi's guilt trips, harassment, and nonstop screaming that he had to take her back because she would change to be everything he wanted her to be. It was tearing Fujiwara up because he wanted her to get her screwed up life together. Even though the lying little bitch had really screwed him over, Fujiwara still tried to help her. That's when I told Aniki that Mogi was an obnoxious crybaby hellbent on driving Fujiwara crazy. I blocked her access to Fujiwara a few days after I found out about her. I told Aniki the problem was solved. Aniki posted pre-course information to stop the server from crashing again because he believed things were fine."

Matsimoto grabbed Fumihiro's shoulder as he opened his mouth. "Matte, Fumihiro. My guess is, Fujiwara made Keisuke keep everything he learned to himself. I've often been reminded of an old classmate when working with Fujiwara. People knew that shonen's home life was a nightmare because he took his misery and rage out on others. Fujiwara's way of coping is through being quiet and keeping everything to himself. Fujiwara makes himself sick because he won't lash out no matter how angry he is unless he has no choice left."

"Nani? Are you saying you think Fujiwara's family problems are abuse based, or something?" Fumihiro faced Matsimoto looking confused. Kenta glanced at Keisuke to see his reaction to Fumihiro's loud question. The blond's expression had darkened. There was a tightness around his eyes and mouth again. He pulled out another cigarette and lit it, taking two hard hits in a row. The crowd started muttering again. Looks of shock through sadness flashed across many of the faces Kenta glanced in passing.

"Fumihiro, are you and Matsimoto trying to create even more rumors about Fujiwara?" Kenta snapped as he noticed the crowd reactions. He hoped to distract their teammates from Keisuke's expression long enough for his mentor to recover.

Matsimoto's voice was much softer, almost as if he were speaking to himself. "It all fits, Kenta. Keisuke said two jobs, family problems, and Mogi's harassment were behind Fujiwara's accident and illness. Fujiwara's vomiting because of stress was the thing that made me realize Fujiwara is in a similar situation to that shonen from my high school. Fujiwara has a hard time voicing preferences, or giving an opinion, even about meals at our expeditions. He seems timid because Fujiwara learned that silence deflects bad attention."

Kenta shook his head, butting into the conversation because he disliked the turn it had taken. The thought that Keisuke was involved with someone who had such major issues worried Kenta. He spoke in a normal voice knowing the crowd would hear him and hoping they would not spread anything because of his words.

"Keisuke-san didn't know anyone was in any real danger, so naze would he mention Fujiwara's onna problems? He probably thought nobody would want to hear about some onna whining at Fujiwara all the time. Don't blow things out of proportion by saying Keisuke-san was lying about the problems, or the rest of Fujiwara's personal life is horrible without having proof. Fujiwara's family problem is probably something normal. Maybe one of his ryōshin lost their job because of the recession. Fujiwara was probably working so much to help his family stay afloat like anyone would. Maybe his family's shop was hit harder than other businesses in the area. Tons of families have had that happen over the last couple of years. Keisuke-san's right about rumors being lies. Fujiwara is going to be racing again by March. So, that's one of the lies that's going around. Naze start another rumor that's probably an accidental lie?"

Matsimoto let him wind down before answering in a normal voice. He seemed to understand his intentions. "You're right about rumors and gossip usually being nothing but lies, Kenta. However, my point to Fumihiro is this. Had Keisuke-san said anything, Project D would have lost Fujiwara as their second ace without fail. Fujiwara would have abandoned all forms of racing because he would have been too embarrassed by us knowing about whatever bothered him. He's too talented to take the risk of seeing Fujiwara throw his gift away out of embarrassment. Am I correct, Keisuke-san?"

"Don't ask, Matsimoto, because I won't discuss Fujiwara's situation beyond Mogi. Even Fujiwara has agreed that you had the right to know about her. His head's still a mess over her bullshit." Something in his mentor's tone alarmed Kenta. Without agreeing, Keisuke seemed to verify everything Matsimoto had guessed.

Kenta watched Yoshiyuki Sachi escape the crowd, walk up to Keisuke and deliver a hard slap that snapped the blond's head to the side. "Brat, you almost died on me again! How could you still be a complete moron when it comes to dangerous onnas? How many times do you have to wake up in the hospital with bullets in your hide before you'll wise up?"

Keisuke rubbed his cheek as he faced the livid looking older Yoshiyuki identical twin his brother had been a classmate of through his school career. Keisuke's high regard for her showed when he only grumbled with the same irritation level reserved for his older brother. "Long time no see, Onēsama. I had zero interest in the whiney little bitch. She was Fujiwara's problem, not mine. I learned not to hook up with that type of onna from Akiho."

"Oh really? So losing part of a lung because you thought this onna was a crybaby doesn't count because you weren't interested in dating her? Should I put a leash on you, and beat you over the head with my shinai every time a female gets within three feet of you? Nani will it take for you to learn to be wary, Keisuke no baka?" The raven-haired Sachi was glaring at Keisuke as her hands dropped onto her hips.

"Glad to know your sense of humor has gotten even worse since I last saw you, Onēsama. Anything else you care to point out?" One of Keisuke's eyebrows had climbed toward his hairline as he spoke.

"As many years as I've known you the leash option might be the only way to keep you alive. With your record of onna induced near death experiences being two for two, someone needs to oversee your safety, Keisuke-kun." Sachi sounded exasperated.

Keisuke finished his smoke before answering his brother's angry sempai. "There won't be a next time, Onēsama. I won't underestimate another onna ever again. I'm done with their trouble making for good." Keisuke's tone was adamant.

Aria Umito latched onto Keisuke's words, forcing his way into another conversation. "I was there when you were shot, Keisuke-san. Fujiwara fell apart and started babbling about how you couldn't leave him because he didn't know who he was anymore. That started everyone wondering about how long he's had the hots for you. You're insinuating that something's going on between the two of you by swearing off onnas in front of us all." Kenta felt his lip curling in disgust as he heard the gleeful undertone in the pig's voice.

"Fujiwara explained his reaction in the web letter, Arai. Maybe you should have someone read it to you since you're too lazy, or stupid to understand it. I know everything he wrote. Fujiwara was talking about loyalty. He told the whole nation how he feels in no uncertain terms. He refuses to be ashamed of caring about his friends. I turned Fujiwara's life around when he needed the help, baka yaro. I also earned his friendship."

"I'm not stupid, Keisuke-san. I was there. I heard and saw everything Fujiwara did that night! He was crying and yelling that you couldn't leave him after turning his world upside down, and demanded that he stop shutting you out! He even had your head in his lap while he stroked your face, Keisuke-san." Arai's arm moved as he hammered away at the increasingly irritated Keisuke.

Sachi turned to Arai, both looking and sounding as disgusted as Kenta was feeling. "Ryosuke-kun told me about that night also. Unlike you, . . . tubby-butt, . . . Ryosuke-kun and Fujiwara were desperately trying to save Keisuke-kun's life. From everything Ryosuke told me, Fujiwara was instrumental in keeping Keisuke's convulsions from shattering the back of his skull because he trapped Keisuke's head in his lap. Keisuke was trying to breathe but the amount of blood bubbling up from his punctured lung was blocking his mouth and windpipe. Ryosuke-kun mentioned Fujiwara had tried to clear his mouth of blood so he could breathe not realizing his throat was also clogged."

Keisuke took over the argument again. "I did turn Fujiwara's world upside down after we battled at Akina. I pushed him to make goals and think about becoming a professional racer. I told him he was wrong when he refused to believe he had any talent. Even finding out that I'm a swinger didn't change Fujiwara's mind once he thought about the things I've helped him to achieve since we met. That's the real reason you've been stirring up bullshit, isn't it, Arai? All this drama of yours is about my orientation isn't it? You're just using Fujiwara's name to take underhanded shots at me."

Arai looked startled, then angry. Yet, the chubby man argued again. "The things' Fujiwara said makes all of us there that night wonder if you two have shacked up. Is Fujiwara's supposed loyalty going to be enough for you when you get turned down by the pro circuit because of him?"

His newest cigarette bobbed as Keisuke barked at the heavier man. "Fujiwara's being monitored for possible side effects by my ryōshin. The surgeons in Tokyo prefecture used experimental techniques to save his leg. The surgeons used a new glue to create enough bone chunks to keep the original length of Fujiwara's leg. They inserted metal pins between salvaged bone pieces to keep them stable long enough to fill in with new bone. Because of the experimental glue, new kind of metal, and a drug to keep Fujiwara's repaired veins and arteries from forming deadly clots, he has to be monitored. The senumon-i were concerned about Fujiwara facing an amputation for the better part of two months after his surgery. My family is full of isha sans who know how to save lives, Arai!"

"You better start caring about people's opinions before you ruin your chances to go pro, Keisuke-san. Naze did your Okāsan say some ryōshin get shocked when they learn things they don't want to know about their kids at the emergency meeting? Fujiwara's pal said several things that made us all wonder about you and Fujiwara too. I'm not the only one that has been wondering about you two. Nakajo and Kashiwazaki have been too."

Kenta gasped, staring at Arai in horror. Keisuke's posture radiated fury. "Quit being an asshole that can't resist trashing me in any low means available to you. Leave my family out of this. My family owns a medical clinic. Okāsan's the head nurse. Being born bisexual, or even gay is not a damned contagious disease. Bisexuals are more attracted to personalities than genders, baka. My okasān's little speech kept you from getting your stupid ignorant mouth busted. You pissed off Asada-san, asshole!" Sachi shook her head making her long black mane sweep around her waist as she began to tap a foot.

"I'm not trashing you, Keisuke-san. Your okāsan sounded more like she was trying help Fujiwara out. Takeuchi did too. I didn't get the impression they were defending you, or protecting me." Arai continued to badger. Sachi glanced at Keisuke and then smiled. Her foot stopped tapping and her arms folded across her chest as she leaned on Kenta's car. Kenta realized she looked entertained.

Keisuke's fists clenched as braced the heavyset man. His anger was palpable as he stepped closer, snarling loud enough to carry across the parking lot. "Naze the fuck are you so hung up on Fujiwara's orientation? Do you have a thing for him, Arai? You want to put the moves on him, or something? Think I in your way, or something? Maybe you think if you can get people to turn on him you'll have a better shot at catching him? Just so you know, Fujiwara will clean your clock if you ever hit on him."

Kenta watched as Aria's jaw worked as Keisuke turned the argument back upon him. The man's voice boomed. "I'm not a fag, Keisuke-san! From everything that happened and he said, it really looks like Fujiwara's got the hots for you! People used to say that you can't stand him. Now, they all say you're banging him. If those kinds of rumors continue, you won't go pro. All of us on the Red Suns team will lose any chance we might have had right along with you! Do you really want to ruin minasan's shots at the pros by keeping Fujiwara around?"

"For the record, my pride stung when Fujiwara beat me on Akina. I was pissed off about losing, but I've never said that I hated Fujiwara, baka! You don't even know Fujiwara so you had better stop talking out your ass. Another thing, I'm not hurting anyone on the Red Suns chances of going pro either."

"Fujiwara has caused too much trouble. If you get rid of him, things will calm down, Keisuke-san!" Arai shouted in a desperate tone.

To Kenta it looked like Keisuke seemed to sense it was time to go in for the kill. The infuriated blond took another step forward forcing Arai to back away with each word he hurled. "Fujiwara's one of the most loyal, and honest people I've ever met! Fujiwara always put Project D's teammates first! He doesn't race for the sake of his own pride the way the rest of us do. Every race he won was for his team, not for himself. Are you that damned jealous of Fujiwara's skills? If you aren't hot for him, that's the only reason I can think of for you going all out to trash either one of our reps like you are. Nani the hell has Fujiwara ever done to you, Arai? Naze are you as obsessed with Fujiwara as his ex-girlfriend was if you aren't equally desperate as her to be in his bed?"

Arai turned mottled scarlet and paper sheet white in turns. "Nani the hell are you talking about?! I'm trying to protect the Red Suns reputation! It's appalling that you'd insinuate that I have that kind of twisted personality! I'm not like you, Keisuke-san!"

"You're the one hell bent on reminding others about my being bisexual through pushing the rumor with my name attached. If you think I've lost my fighting edge just because I've been training to become a street racer, you'll find out how wrong you are if you keep fucking with me tonight!"

Kenta felt his jaw unhinge when Arai's tone shifted to pleading subservience. "Onegai, listen to me before you accidentally destroy the Red Suns and Project D. You have to get rid of Fujiwara to save both teams' reputations, Keisuke-san. I'm telling you this for your own good, not because I want to fight with you. You could have it all because you're one of the most talented drivers around. All you have to do to succeed is get rid of the less desirable people you know. Gangsters and fags are hated by society and will ruin your future!"

The blond unleashed another salvo. "Let's look at the facts, shall we? I was born bisexual. I spent years trying to make it go away but it never will, asshole. I really don't give a damn about narrow minded bastards opinions. Fact number two, Arai. My gangster friends, and reputation are effective shields for the Red Suns whenever we battle on other courses. Outside of Gunma, my old gangster reputation has even protected Project D."

Keisuke stalked closer to Arai who backed into the crowd's fringe. It was Kashiwazaki who shoved him forward. "You pissed Keisuke-san off by talking trash. You had the nerve to lump me into your argument without ever asking me if I thought the same things, jerk."

"Gangsters called in to pick us apart at the end of one battle we were in actually recognized me, and they backed down without a fight, Arai! It's a fact that my old Walking Man friends have protected genuine Red Suns teammates without my being around too. Who has protected you all this time? Me."

Umito looked ill as sweat slid down his fat face. Kenta decided he looked much more piggish as his beady eyes remained fixed on Keisuke. "Maybe so, but society still hates fags! You've got to change your image by getting rid of the ones you already know!"

"You're the one pushing rumors about Fujiwara. You've never talked to him, much less know him. You seem obsessed with Fujiwara's sex life which is sick. The only times I've ever seen anyone talking so much about another person's sex life, the obsessed person wanted the one they talked so much about in their bed." sachi started to giggle over Keisuke's brutal tirade and Arai's reaction. Kenta wondered if she would remain quiet.

The crowd muttered a little louder in the background as Keisuke took another step toward the man who had pissed him off. His voice throbbed with pent up fury. Kenta knew Keisuke's fury was over Fujiwara's reputation. Keisuke's accusations that Arai wanted Fujiwara shocked Kenta. Even if Fujiwara was attractive, Kenta found him too timid and difficult to talk to as would most other bisexual men. The smaller man had not thought of Arai being bisexual or gay until Keisuke put it into believable terms.

"I don't go around making a spectacle of myself, unlike you, Arai. You even stooped so low as to attack my 'Kāsan and the rest of my family, baka yaro! Fujiwara and I are professionals when dealing with others. You obviously haven't learned that yet. You've proven that by pushing and provoking me into a fight in front of a crowd! You're too damned stupid to know when it's time to shut the fuck up! Hiroshi and Fumihiro have told me all about your big mouth, Arai. I know you've pushed rumors about Fujiwara nonstop. I received updates on the team even before I got out of the hospital."

Arai looked even more uncomfortable as he continued to try and avoid Keisuke's range as they circled within the space that had been cleared by the crowd. Keisuke continued to stalk the other racer. Kenta had never seen Keisuke fight, but he found himself shaking as he watched the blond. Others that had gathered were clearing more space to avoid getting caught in the violence. Even Matsimoto and Fumihiro had stepped back to put his car between themselves, and Keisuke.

"If you want to get your ass kicked so badly, say so! I'm mad enough to oblige right now, you punk-ass loser! Fujiwara was never associated with the Red Suns. His team is the Speed Stars. Your big mouth's the only reason the Red Suns rep has been suffering! I'm done with you and your fucking bullshit! Don't ever let me see your face, or the Red Suns sticker on your vehicle again! You have no place with the Red Suns! Red Suns uphold honorable and professional behavior. You don't uphold the Red Suns code of ethics so you don't belong among the best street racing team in Gunma."

The heavy man raised his hands. "I don't want to fight with you. I just want the truth, Keisuke-san. Explain things clearly so we all know the truth. I've only tried to clear the Red Suns reputation with everything I've said."

Keisuke lunged, grabbing the front of Arai's shirt, lifting the portly man off his feet. Kenta had never seen Keisuke so angry he shook, yet the blond was barely controlling his rage and it was obvious. "Nani is, or isn't between me and Fujiwara was never any of your fucking business! You're a sick bastard that any isha san would agree is way too fucking obsessed with Fujiwara's sex life to be healthy! Say another word so I can beat you into a bloody pulp!"

A wave of murmurs rippled through the stragglers. Most nodded in acceptance. A low buzz of discontent also flashed through the group as Keisuke flung Arai back hard enough for the big man to fall on the pavement and skid on his butt across the pavement.

"You can say arigato to this asshole for the new law that all Red Suns will follow, and it isn't up for discussion. When Ryosuke and I are not able to lead the team, whoever is the acting captain will have the right, and duty to strip membership from anyone that ignores the Red Suns ethic code!" Keisuke roared at everyone close by. "Minasan, hit the course, NOW!" Keisuke barked and pointed across the lot toward the Red Suns cars.

The strays ran to their cars to head for safer places. Arai scrambled after the others. Keisuke glowered at the retreating cars, as Kenta watched with Fumihiro and Matsimoto to see how long it would take for their leader to calm down. Keisuke paced in front of his S-14. Seeing Keisuke enraged was rare. Kenta understood the reason behind his mentor's fury. However, Kenta did not want to draw Keisuke's attention to himself by saying anything about his being right to get angry with Fumihiro and Matsimoto around. None of them wished to catch his attention by mentioning that the restaurant was still open, and warmer than the parking lot.

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