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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
- 22-AFL 22
- 23-AFL 23
- 24-AFL 24
- 25-AFL 25
- 26-AFL 26
- 27-AFL 27
- 28-AFL 28
- 29-AFL 29
- 30-AFL 30
- 31-AFL 31
- 32-AFL 32
- 33-AFL 33
- 34-AFL 34
- 35-AFL 35
- 36-AFL 36
- 37-AFL 37
- 38-AFL 38
- 39-AFL 39
- 40-AFL 40
- 41-AFL 41
- 42-AFL 42
- 43-AFL 43
- 44-AFL 44
- 45-AFL 45
- 46-AFL 46
- 47-AFL 47
- 48-AFL 48
- 49-AFL 49
- 50-AFL 50
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A/N: This is temporarily an older draft. I will revise to correct inconsistencies ASAP. Please have patience with my weird schedules that have made uploading revised chapters an ongoing hassle.

CHAPTER 3

Takumi bolted upright. His chest twinged, breath surging in a harsh cadence that hurt. The assault of his heart hammered against his rib cage. His wild gaze tried to make out details within the darkness as his medication fogged mind refused to function. Takumi's bangs shifted, slapping the tip of his nose. Liquid splashed onto his face. A quick jerk of his hand flung the mass of hair back from his eyes. More wetness slid between his fingers as his hand dropped back to the surface on which he sat.

Takumi's body trembled, controlled by soul deep ice. Unspeakable loss abraded raw emotions as he fought to awaken. Fujiwara's forehead wrinkled as pain intensified. The need to relieve the torment took over. He rolled so his right hip was on the damp mattress beneath him. The young man trailed his hand down and realized there was fabric wrapped around his legs. He tried to pull free and found that he could not budge the knotted cloth.

'Great, as if the damned nightmare wasn't enough. Stupid sheets tangled around my legs again. Naze can't I get free? I need to see how it got knotted.'

Takumi continued to shake as he tried to calm down. Memory surfaced and moved his hand to the side. The disoriented young man stretched to find the table lamp. He found a hard surface with shaking fingertips. He followed the tabletop until he felt a much colder object that curved upward. His hand traced the lines of the item until he found the knob, which he twisted.

Light flooded the Takahashi family study. Takumi looked around to reorient himself. The brass lamp gleamed on top of the mahogany end table beside the hide a bed. A large wood desk with a computer dominated the other half of the room he looked around. Draperies behind the large desk gave a soft flutter as a chill fall breeze flowed into the room.

Getting tangled in the sheets saved me from that stupid nightmare. I must have thrashed for a while because I couldn't wake up. I hate those damned pain killers! I'd rather hurt so much I puke than be trapped in the same damned nightmare every night. Keisuke's all right. I won't let him have any more attacks. If he doesn't pace like a crazed animal, his lung won't get strained. I just have to make sure Keisuke doesn't get as mad as he did yesterday. If I can keep him calm, he'll get well faster.'

Takumi looked again at his entangled legs as he wiped away additional sweat from his brow. His clothes were saturated from the hellish images of the shooting that had again thrust him into temporary despair.

Takumi's eyes felt heavy. He still had the floating sensation clogging his awareness, and making it harder to think. Those sensations were the reason Takumi hated the pain pills Okamoto isha san had prescribed him. He felt too sluggish to concentrate. The shaken youth turned bleary eyes back to his twisted bedding. His elevation pillow was on the carpeted floor. Somehow the sheet had become entangled in the springs beneath his mattress, and in the center hinge of the metal frame from what he could tell by looking at the mess.

'My weight's making it impossible to tug the sheet loose. I can't get the dratted sheets loose from the triple-hinge either. I can't move backward to undo the fabric because the sheet has trapped both my legs at the edge. I can't pull the mattress corner up to get at the problem. Until I can get leverage, I can't get either section loose. Damn it. I really don't want to make a huge racket to wake someone up at this hour. I wonder, . . . maybe I could get free if I pull myself onto the floor so I can slide my legs out of the sheets? That'll probably hurt like hell, but it may be my only choice.'

The sound of Ryosuke's FC engine caught Takumi's attention while he sought to get at the underside of the frame to free himself. Takumi fell back onto his side, relieving the excess pressure that generated an ache deep within his shattered thigh bone. Takumi hoped that Keisuke's older brother would get curious about the study light being on.

'Kami-sama this is embarrassing. Well, one problem down, . . . I hope. I bet Ryosuke-san decides to check on me since the light's on. This is too damned embarrassing! How the hell do I keep getting myself into these stupid messes?'

Within a few minutes he heard a soft knock. He let his voice carry to the dark-haired man on the other side. "Come in, Ryosuke-san." Takumi could hear the door slide into the wall as dark-haired man entered the room.

"Naze are you still up, Fujiwara?"

The younger man felt his nose wrinkle as his face heated up. This had become a bizarre ritual. Because he could not awaken when his nightmares started, Takumi would tangle in his bedding as he tossed and turned.

"I woke up stuck in the frame this time. I can't get my legs loose. Stupid medication makes me dizzy, and I can't think right. Will you help me, onegai?"

"How do you manage to get snagged like this, Fujiwara?" He heard several amused undercurrents in Ryosuke's voice as he turned his head and saw the baffled expression the older man had on his face.

"I can't wake up until I'm in enough pain to override the dammed medication." Takumi's breath heaved as he shook his head. "It looks like the frame has caught both sides of the sheet. I can't get enough leverage to get the sheets free from the frame without ripping the bedding. I don't want your Okāsan mad at me for ruining her linens. Gomen nasai for causing so much trouble again."

Ryosuke dropped onto his knees to inspect the fabric that immobilized Takumi's legs. "That's impressive, Fujiwara. Hang on. I'll have to push the mattress frame up and the mattress over. That should make it possible to get you free. You must have been a really lively sleeper to get the bedding hung in the hinge. Triple hinges have to move up and then back down as the fabric comes in contact to pull the fabric into the mechanism. That takes rare talent, Fujiwara."

"Oh gee, domo. I really needed to hear that." Takumi snapped at his mentor as his pain became less tolerable.

The dark head bowed as Ryosuke put action to words with a soft chuckle. Takumi felt his body pushed upward as the pressure increased on his healing leg for several seconds. The teen could not prevent the small whimper that escaped. He heard the hinge creak too. The sudden loss of pressure as Ryosuke liberated the blanket and sheet was hard to grasp. His thigh began to settle into a different kind of pulsation of pain. Takumi tried to roll onto his back, but his broken leg refused to budge.

"Hold still, Fujiwara. Looks like one of your buckle's have caught on a broken frame spring. I have to get that free, too. I know you're in a lot of pain, but that won't end until I can get you loose."

"Domo, Ryosuke-san. Gomen nasai. I didn't mean to cause so much trouble, or snap at you." A pop, and buzz of vibration followed.

"No need to apologize because you aren't being a problem, Fujiwara. Everyone has rough moments, and I realize that you're in a lot of pain right now. Naze must you always assume the worst?" Ryosuke gestured. "Ok, now you can roll over."

The elevation pillow plopped against Takumi's hip as he rolled onto his back and sat up. He looked up at his mentor who shook his head with an odd smile on his face. Takumi made fast work of unrolling the sheet and blanket as his embarrassment skyrocketed.

"You look like hell, Fujiwara. You should take more of your pain medication so you can rest once you get cleaned up."

"My leg isn't hurting as much, now that it's free. I took my pill when I went to bed. I really can't wake up after I take the stuff. That's naze I get tangled up in the bedding. I can't wake up before I get trapped."

"Go to the furoba and get into dry clothes while I change your bedding. Your sheets are rather damp, Fujiwara. You could catch a cold if you don't get dried off. Be sure to dry your hair while you're getting changed too."

"Ok, Ryosuke-san. If you get the fresh sheets for me, I'll remake the bed after I get changed."

"Don't worry about the bed. I'll get it."

Takumi grabbed his crutches and stood up. "You don't have to . . ."

"Fujiwara, leave this bed to me. You need to get cleaned up. You don't need to get sick on top of everything else right now. Keisuke will explode if you get ill." Ryosuke gave him a stern look as he spoke with quiet authority.

Takumi swallowed hard as he stared at his mentor. Dregs of the nightmare continued to float in his mind. "Will Keisuke have another attack like the other day, Ryosuke-san?" The image of Keisuke's pain tight, ash-hued face with bloody foam flecking his lips continued to switch to a coffin in his mind's eye.

"Keisuke's prone to tantrums over anything that adversely affects you, Fujiwara. While you remain healthy, I doubt he'll have another serious attack. Knowing his last attack scared you almost into a blind panic should give my little brother reason to think before he does himself additional damage. However, if you get a cold, he'll get very agitated and make himself very ill again."

"I'll go and get changed, Ryosuke-san."

Ryosuke grabbed the damp fitted sheet and tugged it off the bed as he spoke. "Good. Before you go, were you tossing so much because you're worried about Keisuke?" Takumi nodded. "My little brother can't stand the idea of you being unwell or unhappy, Fujiwara. Reminding him that he scared you creates a barrier against future breathing episodes if that's the reason you're having such difficulty sleeping."

"Do you really think . . . that'll work? . . ." Takumi stared at the carpet beneath his feet as he asked.

"Keisuke's an intensely emotional person that acts before he thinks. However, when you're involved, my little brother thinks before he acts. Keisuke knows the consequences of his actions could affect you adversely. I have no reason to believe he'll have another dangerous episode, . . . if he's not provoked into another one."

"But, Ryosuke-san, nani if I can't keep him from getting sick again?"

Takumi saw Ryosuke's brows drop to the bridge of his nose as he considered the question. His forehead developed a touch of the same thought wrinkle his Otosān often had when considering answers. The similarities between Otosān and musuko became more pronounced as Takumi waited.

"Fujiwara, tell Keisuke to sit if he starts pacing. If he isn't pacing, his temper won't unduly strain his healing lung. If he won't sit and start his breathing exercises to regulate respiration, tell him he's scaring you. That will prevent another severe lung spasm."

Two images superimposed over each other as Takumi looked at the carpet beneath his good foot. His hands tightened on the crutch handles as he shivered. "I really thought he was dying again when he couldn't breathe."

"Keisuke gets frustrated whenever you get hurt, or worried, Fujiwara. Your Otosān hanging up on you for no reason was an irritant he didn't need right now."

"He should have known Oyaji would do that. The minute I told Oyaji that I'm going to stay with Keisuke, everything changed. Oyaji hates my being with your brother. He even said we'd regret being together." Takumi yawned and looked up and over at Ryosuke. His mentor was the best resource for understanding how to curb Keisuke's explosive temper. If anyone knew Keisuke well, it was Ryosuke-san.

"I heard Oyaji telling Keisuke that we'd blow our hard work with Project D, and lose our chance to go pro unless we break up. He even told Keisuke that he'd hate me in a few years if he didn't walk away from me. He said Keisuke can get as ruthless as he wants to protect me, but I'll still get hurt if I stay with him."

"That explains your Otosān hanging up on you. People often assume that being in a homosexual relationship is a sign of a mental illness which is the main reason for their fear. Some lash out at same gender couples because of fear, Fujiwara. Your Otosān has a point about the possibility of you getting attacked by homophobic individuals. No one accepts same gender marriage in Japan, even if there's a market for yaoi art." Ryosuke's voice held a hint of noticeable sadness.

"I know, Ryosuke-san. I still don't get naze Keisuke got so mad. He was there when I told Oyaji to disown me if it made things easier for him to handle. I knew I'd be hung up on when I called with the news about my nerve damage, and ask about the Impreza."

Ryosuke paled as he gripped the linens he held. "You told your Otosān to disown you . . . in front of Keisuke?"

"I had to say things properly. So, I told Oyaji I wouldn't be a problem for him any longer. He won't try to understand, Ryosuke-san. I had to choose, . . . I can't lose Keisuke. He's become the most important person in my life. Even Itsuke's trying to understand how Keisuke and I got together now. He still thinks we're losing our minds sometimes, but at least he doesn't hate us the way Oyaji does."

"Gomen, Fujiwara. I wish I had an ans . . . "

Takumi shook his head as he snapped, "Don't, Ryosuke-san! Maybe Oyaji can let go of 'Kāsan now. Maybe he'll finally be happy since I'm not there. Once I get this brace off and find a new job, I know things will work out."

"Are you going to be able to get changed alone, Fujiwara? You're swaying a little bit because you're so groggy."

"Hai. Domo arigato for listening to my sniveling, . . . and everything else, Ryosuke-san." The young man hobbled to the doorway and fled the room.

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