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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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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. This note will change once revised. 2 person P.O.V. chapter

CHAPTER 28

"Kurou, I'm getting much too old for all this disgraceful business. I can't command the kind of respect I need to put her in her place. Age is the greatest enemy of all, my friend. There must be something I can do to prevent our laws from being ignored." Shimoda grumbled at his taciturn friend.

The old man looked at his second in command. They sat in Shimoda's study. The fireplace had been lit and they were sitting closer to it in comfortable chairs. A chess board sat on the small table between them. Several pieces were missing as they played. Glasses of amber liquor sat at their arms. He moved his white rook, and sat back in his chair.

Gouhara had presented himself to the regional Yakuza Overlord Kumagai behind his back in August. The arrogant pup had handed over signatures from most of his lieutenants, demanding his removal, and Gouhara's inauguration as the new Syndicate head. Yakuza Lord Kumagai was angry about the situation.

They had held many private meetings over three months. He and Kurou discussed Kahori's intentions to abduct Takahashi and his teammate. They had received the shocking folders in early July. It was now early November. The stale mate over how to stop the slaver, or whether they should even try, seemed no closer to resolution.

The issues involving Takahashi were complex. He had been a problem for the Syndicate in the past. Because of that, the rules that Shimoda had put in place long ago agreed with allowing the Syndicate to seek vengeance over those slights against their operations. Shimoda's greater dilemma was squarely focused on the other shonen's abduction. That was the sticky point where the laws he had created and enforced were concerned. So far, Shimoda had found no evidence that the other young street racer had any connection to any addicts, or people that owed the Syndicate money. There were no debts involved that could sanction his kidnaping. Quai Tou's actions were not the other shonen's fault.

Rumor had it that Lady Kahori, the self-styled Geisha, had been putting more drawings on the market thanks to the hidden cameras she got into their hospital room. Those cameras had given her images she needed of the other shonen, Fujiwara Takumi. Several camera images she had gotten were being sold on the internet as additional live fan services. She had several convincing conversations that were also being sold on the internet. Shimoda wondered when the bugs had been snuck into Takahashi and his teammate's hospital room.

"Shimoda-sama, leave it to me. You announced my independent enforcement faction when the Yakuza rep visited you over the coerced leadership changes Gouhara started." Kurou moved one of his black pieces as he spoke.

It was a cunning move that could put him in check Shimoda realized as he studied the board. His mind was not really on the game. It was helping him to think however, so the outcome did not matter. All he cared about was keeping his honor in tact. If Fujiwara was kidnaped, his long-standing laws would begin to crumble.

"I'd rather hand my operations over to you with Yakuza Overlord Asada, and Lord Kumagai's backing. I know you have strength I don't these days. A word from Overlord Asada and you can still assume leadership over the Syndicate and Gouhara will have no option but back down. Forcing Kahori to back down and stop her insane plans without any bloodshed would be easy for you to achieve once you take command. This plan of hers is much too infuriating. In fact, I want you to deliver my folder to Lord Kumagai. While they have tied my hands, I can't stop them. He can get Overlord Asada involved. Kahori doesn't dare disobey Kumagai because she knows he has Asada's power behind him. Angering Asada carries a death sentence." Shimoda waved at the folder Kahori's Chinese slave had given him. It sat on the edge of his desk again.

Kurou gave one of his twitched lip parodies of a smile. "Trust me. The last thing anyone wants is for me to be in power, Shimoda-sama. I'm not diplomatic enough. Telling Kumagai about this plan is as far as we should go. I can take my copy to him."

Shimoda moved his knight to a new position satisfied that it would block Kurou for at least three turns. "I prefer that you take mine to him. I certainly don't want it in my home the way things stand. If Gouhara hadn't been with Lord Kumagai that day, I would have given it to him then. As things are right now, Kumagai's forcing Gouhara to keep me as an advisor to insure a peaceful transition. Hah. Peaceful transitions don't happen in this business. Getting replaced has numbered my days and I know it. Gouhara will send someone to kill me soon. I can't have that file in my home if I want to protect my family."

"Then, let the Yakuza deal with Kahori as they see fit, Shimoda-sama. It's about time the arrogant old onna faced real power. She betrayed you after you protected her for so many years. It will also make it easier to stop Gouhara from completing his plans to consolidate his bid for power. Rest easy, my friend. There's no way I'll stand by and let that half wit get his hands on a competent assassin while I'm still breathing." Kurou was unusually talkative Shimoda noticed.

"You're probably right, Kurou. I should stop complaining over my pride getting injured. There have been several chances for me to cut ties. This situation gives me the best opportunity I've ever had. However, I don't like it one bit. Especially when those bakas are getting their power by making such dangerous promises and plans. Takahashi is one force I don't want to see angered enough to reach for allies and power ever again. My gut says he will retaliate, and be much stronger than he was before if that other shonen gets taken."

He watched Kurou make his next move. The bishop was the piece he had used. Shimoda studied the board again as he listened to the soft rasp of Kurou's stern voice. "I agree that Takahashi will be much more dangerous this time. Have you insured the money laundering operations are absent in the companies you own yet?"

"Loose ends are getting dealt with as quickly as I dare. Erasing evidence about my personal connections to the Syndicate is taking priority, Kurou. I won't risk my family being under attack if I do die in he near future. They have nothing to do with my Syndicate business."

"You have every reason to protect your family. As I said before, enough Syndicate agents are tweaking books inside your legal ventures to find several scape goats and make yourself look innocent. Aren't you making it look like they've been framing you?"

"Hai. Never thought I'd see something like this happening on my watch. Perhaps I really am getting senile, and don't realize it . . . yet. As much as you tell me it's a dangerous move, I'm still considering taking Kahori's plans to Takahashi directly. Part of me wants to warn that young man to be on guard so Fujiwara doesn't get used since he's innocent. That shonen should be left alone because he has no debts or dealings with us. Weak character is not a crime he's ever committed, Kurou. Fujiwara isn't a drug addict. He has no family with outstanding debts owed to the Syndicate. He's done nothing but be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Aggravating as his opposition was a few years ago, I still respect Takahashi enough to believe he could save that other shonen."

"You have the cunning to make certain Ideguchi, Kahori, and Gouhara's money laundering connections inside your commercial enterprises fall. Throwing them to the authorities will protect your family, your reputation and probably help Fujiwara out too. Nobody will suspect you of having Syndicate ties if you do things the way we talked about." Kurou answered with a blank tone, evading his comments.

Shimoda knew he would not get any agreement to confront Takahashi from Kurou. Unless things became very drastic, the stony man would fight against such a meeting. The black clad man sitting across from him had met Takahashi. If Kurou thought he was dangerous, then he was. However, Shimoda did not like having the knowledge that could save the young gangster's innocent friend within his hands and helpless to do anything. Inactivity was not something Shimoda liked. He moved the rook while his brows dipped toward the bridge of his nose.

"Perhaps, Kurou. The only reason I still employ those three bakas' underlings is that I can't afford to tip them off at the moment. Soon enough I'll have everything in place to make Gouhara, Kahori, and Ideguchi regret taking actions to oust me. The problem is, I fear I'm running out of time. Shitamura-kun says Takahashi's back to driving again. His one informant got canned because he was helping to spread the rumor about Takahashi and the other shonen for some odd reason. Takahashi got angry and threw him off the team the first night he was back. Maybe Kahori will come to her senses and give up on this insane plan of hers since he's completely healed. If Takahashi is driving again, then he's most likely too strong for her to safely capture and control."

Kurou shook his head. "I doubt Kahori will give up now that she has partial Syndicate backing. Takahashi Keisuke is quite appealing to onnas as I understand it. If nothing else, Kahori wants him under her control to increase her skin trade profits. If she can keep him drugged long enough, she stands to gain a popular new stud for one of her whore, or slut houses."

"Maybe. Kahori does have an eye for superior looks. Since people claim Takahashi is a switch hitter, she might be planning to diversify her clientele by trying to use him. Takahashi might even be popular enough to help launch a genuine porn movie industry for her if she can get him addicted to some noxious Chinese concoction. She already keeps hidden cameras in some of her whore and slut houses as I understand it. She even installed hidden cameras in two love hotels she gained control of recently. With a real pornographic studio setup, she could stop inserting new faces over the real owners' faces to sell the dark room films. With better lighting and her stable's willing participation, she could increase her profit margins significantly by getting into legal shops. Still, I can't believe she's willing to go to such an extreme to capture Takahashi. She even claims to have his brat. If we can believe that child is really his? I'm not certain on that point. We both know Kahori has no compunction about using others to get anything she wants. I fear I'm missing something about how she will go about forcing the other shonen to cooperate too. Who can she use to coerce his cooperation? There aren't any drug addicts in Fujiwara's family that owe Ideguchi a debt as far as we know. Nani if she breaks even more of our laws and goes after innocent people to make Fujiwara cooperate with her porn movie schemes? I don't like this one bit, Kurou. Perhaps I should alert Takahashi about her plans."

"Stop it, Shimoda-sama. You already know warning Takahashi could get you badly hurt. Takahashi may have gotten calmer, but tipping him off will only lead to a real war with the Syndicate this time around. Better that Takahashi falls into Kahori's trap. Innocent or not, Fujiwara's ex girlfriend's actions insured that massive shipment fell under government control. The reality is that the other shonen made it onto the lieutenants' list. They won't listen to you because they're desperate to survive. Takahashi will most likely destroy Kahori if she strikes at him. That's much healthier for you than being sucked into the gutter with that old whore. Now, leave it up to Kumagai-sama's discretion if you can't leave the situation alone."

Kurou's cheek had begun to tick as his voice went from flat to growling. It was not like Kurou to lose his temper. Shimoda took a drink of his port looking at the taciturn man. Very little phased the black clad man sitting across from him. Whether fighting, or enforcing Syndicate bylaws, Kurou rarely growled, and never flinched. However, Takahashi guaranteed unusual reactions from the normally emotionless man. Because Kurou spoke of keeping him healthy, Shimoda suddenly understood Kurou feared the man Takahashi had become.

There was no way to be certain the younger gangster was still as strong in a fight as he had been when active. Nevertheless, Kurou remained firm in his wish to avoid any kind of meeting with the other man.

"Gomen, my friend. I suppose I sound like a carping old hag to you. My honor is important to me, and I feel it's on the line. Forget all my sniveling. Take my folder to Kumagai-sama and let him select an appropriate action. I'll leave the information you give him up to your discretion, Kurou-kun." With that, Shimoda closed the subject.

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Bad food was only the beginning of Itsuke's complaints. The cuffs used to secure the chains on his arms chafed and hurt whenever he moved. He often heard crying on the other side of the barred door that prevented him from sleeping. The room was always cold and damp, another thing preventing him from sleeping the boring unending hours away. Boredom was a constant companion without which he would much prefer to spend his time.

Since he had awoken in this room, he only saw a very thin child that took the bucket away and replaced it every day. The same filthy child brought him the horrible mess that passed for food, and a jug of water once he or she returned the bucket. The kid never answered him when he spoke to it. If Itsuke moved too much whenever the child entered, the little one scurried back out of the room. Then, Itsuke missed eating or drinking anything at all for a long time. He was learning that the little kid was terrified of everything.

Itsuke was not even sure if he was looking at a young boy or girl. Whichever gender, the too thin waif was in dire need of a long hot bath and a hairbrush. Come to think of it, a few real meals would help him or her a lot too. As thin as it was, Itsuke was sure the little kid was living on the same disgusting stuff he was forced to eat.

The only good things about his situation were his sense of smell had died, he could daydream about fast cars whenever he wanted, and no one had killed him. When he first awoke in this tiny room, Itsuke had vomited over the stench once his head stopped spinning. Between fits of vomiting because of the smell and the rank food, Itsuke had dreaded the return of the thin man with the long scrawny beard, and blank, black eyes. Fear of the future had reduced him to tears many times. Between fits of dozing, Itsuke had watched the bar-lined door like a hunted animal.

Whenever he dozed off, Takumi's face, looking off in the distance as if he was thinking invaded his dreams. That was becoming the main theme of most of Itsuke's sleeping images. There had been several of the odd dreams that Itsuke could recall. Some of them had Takumi turning his head, looking for something, but he never turned far enough to see him waving at him in those dusk enshrouded moments of fancy.

How long Itsuke had been in this room was hard to say. There were no windows or clocks to track time. He knew the little kid showed up regularly. If he or she was coming twice a day, Itsuke had been a captive for five days. If they only sent the child once a day, then Itsuke had been here for ten. Itsuke hoped his visitor came that frequently. If not every day, there was no way of knowing how long he had been chained to the concrete wall. The black-haired teen kept his flagging spirits up by telling himself the skinny youngster was coming twice a day.

Any day now the Kēsatsu would find him. They would get him out of the heavy metal bracelets and chains that had rubbed his wrists raw. He'd get to eat Okasān's cooking again. Itsuke started to drool thinking about all the things Okasān would make once he got back home. He was sucked into a fantasy of eating all of his favorite foods to ignore his pangs of hunger. He was at home sitting at his family table with his ryōshin and Takumi as he stuffed his face.

The sound of clanging and grinding tore Itsuke out of his fantasy. The heavy door was opening. Itsuke thought it would be the child bringing food, water and a pail change. However, the beefy man that followed the thin bearded man looked downright vicious to Itsuke. He recoiled as he looked at the massive shouldered brute that stopped just inside the cell.

"You, come with me." The imperious tone of the bearded man was difficult to understand for a moment.

The bored looking bearded man had an odd accent Itsuke realized. He wore very expensive silk clothing tailored like most Chinese wore on television it looked like to Itsuke. Whoever he was, he was probably filthy rich. Itsuke remembered his warning that asking questions would get him hurt. The big man behind the bearded monster looked like he could snap Itsuke into matchsticks without effort. Itsuke swallowed his thoughts before they could erupt from his mouth. The thin oriental inserted a key into the cuffs and released Itsuke's raw wrists.

The thin man stepped back. "Well, get up."

Itsuke felt the fear he had kept at bay coming back with a gut wrenching icy clawing sensation. He stood, but wondered if he was going to die now that the bearded man had returned. His knees wobbled for a moment.

"Follow me."

The silk clad man walked to the door and beyond. The beefy hulk gave a jerky motion with his hand that demanded he go first. Itsuke had no choice but to follow his jailor. Tangling with such a huge man was definitely suicidal. They went along rows of barred doors. They had trapped people inside other tiny rooms that were no different from his new home. Itsuke followed as his heart began to ache. He was not alone in being a prisoner. Now he understood where all the crying and wailing he heard at different times came from.

He followed the man up a flight of stairs and onto another floor. This floor was a lot nicer appointed since it had covered windows. Still, what he saw shocked Itsuke. Everyone on this floor was kept within barred cells too. They had thicker futon style beds, and looked better fed than he had been. However, they were also completely naked. Every person he passed watched him from behind their prison bars. Very attractive men and onnas alike stared at him as he flushed over being there. It was embarrassing, seeing so many living, nude male and female bodies on display. Itsuke tried to keep his eyes riveted on the back of his jailor to keep his jaw from hitting the floor.

"Hey, Tung Tzu, you aren't seriously thinking about putting a rank virgin like that in here are you?" One black-haired onna rudely commented. Several snickers followed her crude remark.

"Our Mistress is going to decide where this one goes. She returned from her trip this morning. Keep that in mind, Mitani. You would do well to realize how lucky you are to still be lovely enough to get spared the whippings she thinks you richly deserve. Our mistress once held you in much higher regard. I recall you even had a private room during that time. How low the mighty falls when she forgets to obey her master."

The exquisite black-haired beauty's eyes seemed to flash as Itsuke glanced her way. "I'd rather be in here living as a cheaper whore than completely gutless, or a killer any day, Tung Tzu. I still have value, or Kahori-sama would have killed, or sold me to another trader by now. I'm the one that draws the best pictures of him around here. I bet Kahori-sama will always have uses for me."

"Only so long as her prey's still at large, Mitani. Once she secures him, I doubt you'll remain in such comfortable accommodations for very long. When you're in the solitary blocks below, remember the fate you earned with your sharp tongue." The oriental man spat at the glaring black-haired onna and headed for a thick wooden door at the end of the aisle.

Again Itsuke found himself climbing stairs. He tried to swallow past the lump in his throat as he followed the man named Tung Tzu. The next level was luxurious. Doors were everywhere. There were several couches with beautiful lacquered and painted silk privacy screens standing nearby. Tung Tzu led Itsuke to a private alcove containing a traditional table. A woman was sitting at it. She had decked herself out like a geisha, and was wearing a painted mask. A small boy sat beside her. His hair was much lighter than most Japanese. He was dressed nicely, looked well fed, and was clean unlike the other child Itsuke saw below. He seemed to be doing some kind of homework. It was hard for Itsuke to understand this drastic change considering everything he had seen downstairs.

"I brought Takeuchi, Mistress." The bearded man bowed low to the seated onna. She put her cup down on the delicate looking saucer and looked at Tung Tzu.

"Very good. Stand him over there for the moment." She gave a negligent flick of a wrist. Itsuke found himself hauled to the other side of the table. Tung Tzu pushed him against the wall partition. Although he could not make out her features because of the mask, Itsuke could see her eyes as she glanced at him. "Hikaru, that is wrong. You must do it like I showed you before."

"Gomen nasai, Mistress." Itsuke watched as the youngster erased whatever he had done wrong and again set to work. The boy could not have been more than five, or six at the most. Unlike the rest of the people Itsuke had seen during his short journey, this little boy was very well cared for by comparison.

"That is much better, Hikaru. You must remember how you did that. Continue with your writing lesson. I'll grade it once you complete the page."

"Hai, Mistress." The child dipped his head in a small bow and went back to work.

"Now, let's have a look at this shonen." Another gesture and Itsuke was hauled in front of the imperious onna. Her masked face turned up and glittering eyes studied him for several more minutes. Itsuke glanced at the richly robed oriental man that was his jailor several times. He had no idea whether or not he should say anything or not. "Well, you're certainly not much to look at, are you?" The onna pointed out at last.

Itsuke felt his face heat up at her insulting tone, but was wary of the man that had threatened him earlier. The huge behemoth was still close by. If he did anything wrong, he would get busted into little pieces Itsuke was certain.

"Kahori-sama addressed you, Takeuchi. Answer her." The thin man growled.

"All right, geeze. I didn't know I was supposed to since I'm new to this gig." Itsuke grumbled and looked back at the onna. "I don't know naze I'm here, but if you were after someone better looking, your hired hands got the wrong guy. "

"You are Takeuchi Itsuke, aren't you? You happen to be a close friend of one Fujiwara Takumi of Project D? Is this correct?" The onna's voice was smooth and calm. Her tone was pleasantly conversational.

"Huh? Hai. We grew up together. Are you a fan of Takumi's?" Itsuke heard his own bewilderment. Even if she was Tak's fan, he was still in a very bad spot. The unwelcome thought that this weird onna was angry about his defense of Takumi and Keisuke's romance jumped to the fore. Itsuke shivered for a moment as he tried to calm down.

"Something like that. I want some answers from you, shonen. I'm certain you can provide them. Cooperate with me, and you will be well treated, and better fed from now on. Refuse, and you go right back to that holding cell to rot until I think up a better use for someone that lacks appealing looks like you."

Trapped between the thin jailor, the huge hulking man, and the mad onna, Itsuke had no escape routes available. All Itsuke could do was give a nod that he would cooperate. He began praying someone would show up to help him. Then, he could tell the authorities about this insane onna, and her henchmen.

"Very good choice, Itsuke-kun. Niita, bring tea for this shonen. We'll probably be here for a while."

A beautiful girl child wearing a formal kimono jumped up from her place in the corner and trotted off. Itsuke found himself seated across from the mask wearing onna who was smiling. His stomach twisted and writhed as panic curled through him. All he knew was that he was brought here because of Takumi. With a flash of realization, Itsuke understood the price his best friend would always pay for gaining fame.

"I want to know more about Fujiwara and Takahashi. I already know they are together, so don't play the baka card with me, Takeuchi. You may begin by telling me all about how they got together." Itsuke glanced at the small child next to the onna. She noticed his glance. "You will ignore Hikaru. Begin."

Itsuke swallowed hard and started talking as the hulking mass of the other man moved closer to his position.

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