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All For Love 3rd in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2135 -:- 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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- 24-AFL 24
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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. Multiple person perspectives separated by ~~oo00oo~~ symbol.

CHAPTER 30

Accepting Shitamura's money was the only mistake Arai Umito ever made. It was not Shitamura causing Arai's nightmare. It was Shitamura's employer, Ideguchi-sama who hated Fujiwara and making Arai and his sister's lives unbearable hell. Their otosān was forced to change jobs because his company filed bankruptcy. The loss of a significant amount of otosān's original income pushed Umito into accepting Shitamura's offer thinking Shitamura was just another Rotary brother fan.

Umito had not known Shitamura was involved with drugs when he began playing spy for the large cash payments he received. Shitamura always paid top dollar for information about Keisuke-san's activities which had saved Ayame's elite education. Ayame, his brilliant baby sister had gotten to continue going to her elite private school because of the funds Umito accepted from Shitamura.

Before Arai learned the truth, Ayame vanished from her private school. Arai was contacted by Ideguchi right after Ayame was kidnaped. That happened three weeks after Fujiwara's girlfriend went on her shooting spree. Arai had no idea why Ideguchi chose him and Ayame to torture. He only knew that everything bad happening in his life had the name Fujiwara Takumi written all over it.

'If not for Fujiwara being chosen as the downhill specialist for Project D, there would be no problem. If not for Fujiwara, nobody in Project D would be faced with such violent reprisals that are coming. If not for Fujiwara, Ideguchi's valuable drug shipment would not have been seized by the kēsatsu. If not for Fujiwara's obsessed ex girlfriend, Ayame would not be suffering because of being kidnaped by Ideguchi. If not for Fujiwara, Ayame would not be his hostage, because there would have been no shooting spree. If not for Fujiwara, I would still be a Red Suns member because I wouldn't have been forced to talk about Fujiwara and Keisuke-san being in bed together to appease Onēchan's kidnapers. If not for Fujiwara, that damned drug shipment would be in Ideguchi's hands, and Ayame would still be in school with perfect fingers. If not for Fujiwara, none of this would be happening. Ayame would be safe.'

Umito had tried to use divide and conquer tactics with Keisuke-san to get Ayame back. He had thought that by separating Keisuke from his dangerous crowd of friends, and Fujiwara, it would be easier to get Fujiwara isolated. Then Fujiwara could pay for everything he had caused. Instead of creating doubts in Keisuke-san's mind, Umito lost his valuable place as Ideguchi's informant.

Ayame was tortured in front of him. He was held down as her nails were yanked out of her fingers one by one in a sadistic show of retaliation. Ayame had cried, curled into a ball against his chest afterward. Her hands were bandaged but because of the damage done, useless for anything at all.

Ideguchi had handed him an envelope with his sister's blood stained fingernails inside. The instructions were very direct. Arai had to help capture the Project D drivers or Ayame died. Ideguchi was forcing Umito to help round up Project D members. Ideguchi would force Project D to pay off the large debt created by Fujiwara's ex girlfriend's attack on the team that led to his drugs being taken.

All Umito wanted was to get his sister back from the insane mask wearing onna working for Ideguchi. Umito no longer cared about anything except saving Ayame. If tonight worked the way it was supposed to, Umito got Ayame back. If things fell apart, Ayame would pay for his second failure at the psychotic onna's hands.

The unending, angry thought flashed once more.'If not for Fujiwara, none of this would be happening. Ayame would be safe.'

The thug sitting in the passenger seat of the utility van Umito was driving had his cell to his ear. "Looks like the other guy tried to argue 'bout being tied up when he woke up. Oota dosed him again, Saburo. He wanted to know how often he can use that rag?"

"Long's he pus i' back in dah bag so i' don' knock 'im out, don' madder. Da pwiddy boy won' feel good if 'e ges nuder whiff, but i' won kill 'im." Umito felt a chill as he heard the lisping freak in the seat behind him answer with that weird hissing voice of his. Umito's normal looking passenger relayed the freak's reply and hung up his cell phone.

"Looks like Lady Luck's visiting you tonight, Umito-kun. There's the yellow car we've been watching for since we got here." He pointed toward the other side of the lot where Keisuke's yellow FD was parking. "It showed up after all. This'll be a piece of cake." The burly man sounded satisfied as they watched Keisuke walk around his vehicle. He followed Fujiwara toward the door. Umito glared at the limping, crutch-using bane of his existence. Fujiwara slipped and Keisuke-san caught him before he could fall. They made it to the door and Keisuke opened it. Fujiwara vanished inside followed by the spiky-haired rotary brother.

Unlike the rough and tumble fighter in the passenger seat, the littler man behind Umito's seat was anything but normal. Saburo fit the villain stereotype from the movies. One of the man's eyes rolled around while he looked at people with his other. He looked like he might be part Gaijin to Umito. Saburo was clearly insane. The fiend's tanto blade made a continuous schick, schick sound as it flew out of its sheath and back into it. The manic little wisps of glee Arai had heard over the last two hours kept his mental alarms clanging.

'If not for Fujiwara none of this would be happening. Ayame would be safe.'

Umito snapped to hide his urge to shudder. "All I care about is whether or not your plan works, Furukawa. Fujiwara will be an easy target. He's on crutches so he can't put up any resistence. Keisuke-san's the one that's going to be hard as hell to grab. I hope your fighters do deal with him the way you think they can."

From behind his seat the odd slithery tone of Saburo's voice struck at him. "Qui' yer whinin, chubby. We go' da' odher fellow easy nuf. Jes keep yer yap shud and ge' yer job done. We brouhd ever ding we need to deal with Daghashi. You be de baid 'gin. I's boud all yer' good fer I ding."

Arai doubted the other thugs' confidence in this mission they had been given once he untangled the freak's words in his own head. Though he had never seen Keisuke-san fight, the stories about his team captain's hot temper and extreme fighting skills still worried Umito. The night Keisuke had kicked him off the team, he'd experienced Keisuke's brutal strength up close and personal. The blond had yanked him off the ground by his shirt and threw him as if he were a tiny rag doll. One thing Umito believed with all his heart, Takahashi Keisuke was very dangerous when irritated. The blond fighter was about to get very irate, and Umito wanted nothing to do with it.

'If not for Fujiwara, none of this would be happening. Ayame would be safe.'

All Umito could do was pray that Keisuke-san did not see him, much less catch him. If Lady luck really was smiling for him, the bizarre freak sitting behind him would run afoul of Keisuke-san instead of him. The retired gangster would save him from having to look at, or hear Saburo's voice ever again. Umito glanced at his watch again.

Umito recognized all the Red Suns cars that were parking in the lot. Familiar people were entering the café one after another. Another sour wave of fury blasted through Umito. He had belonged among them once. His life was in shambles because of Fujiwara Takumi. The phantom hachi roku driver's troubled life had spilled over like smoking pitch into Umito's world.

'If not for Fujiwara, none of this would be happening. Ayame would be safe.' That single thought continued to race through Umito's mind to increase his hatred and rage toward the cripple inside the resort café with Keisuke-san.

~~oo00oo~~

Keisuke sighed as he drove toward the summit of Akina with Takumi. Takumi was being obstinate about him training again. The blond had no idea how to change his younger spouse's mind. He did not want Takumi hanging out in an icy parking lot until he saw everyone he had come to speak with tonight. The blond knew his beloved was correct about intensive training to prepare for Project Ds final race. However, leaving Takumi at the summit while he trained was not something that Keisuke was comfortable doing no matter how many people were there to keep watch.

'Damned onna wouldn't stop ogling Takumi at the café the whole time we were there. Even putting my arm around Takumi didn't stop that fucking waitress from hitting on my man. Onēchan Shinobu told me Onēsama's already on her way here so Takumi won't back down about staying. Tohji and the others picked a rotten time to get trapped behind a wreck involving a large bus. At least they'll call back once the traffic jam's moving again. And, nani the hell's up with Matsimoto being so late, and not calling to tell anyone where he is? I'm way too pissed off to focus on driving right now. I wish Takumi would stop being so stubborn. His leg can't be in this kind of cold for very long.'

Keisuke pulled into the summit lot near the starting line for Akagi's course. He pulled his e-brake as the FD stopped at the edge of the lot. Takumi was already unbuckling his seatbelt. "Look, I know you hate my being overprotective, but I should take you home before training. Your leg coul . . ." Takumi leaned over, kissing him before Keisuke finished complaining.

The youth's voice was soft, honey sweet, and melodic. "I don't hate your overprotective side even when I'm mad about you hovering, Lover. I love all of you with everything I am, Takahashi Keisuke, and don't you ever forget it. I'll be fine. I have a group of your friends playing watchdog for you."

Keisuke slipped forward in his racing bucket so he could twist sideways. He leaned closer and kissed Takumi while they were still alone. "Loving you so much is the reason I worry about you falling on an ice patch and getting hurt. Will you reconsider going home, onegai? Reschedule this meeting, my own."

"While you train, I'll answer the rest of minasan's questions. I'm only asking you to train for a little bit. Will you do that for me yoroshiku, Lover?" Another soft love filled brush of Takumi's lush lips against his made it even harder to argue. Keisuke knew he was losing ground. Takumi excelled at getting him to do anything he wanted by using honey edged words and soft, lingering kisses.

"You aren't playing fair, my own. How can I refuse anything you want whenever you use that extremely cute expression, kiss me like that, and ask so nicely?"

Takumi chuckled at his sulky tone. "You need to shift mental gears for a while, Keisuke. You said I'm your sexy, prudish, slave driver. I'm filling the job description you gave me. Your Onēsama Sachi-san is coming up here to see you specifically. After you do a few laps, and we see minasan, we can go home."

The reflection of headlights on the FD's rearview and side mirror told Keisuke the others had arrived. He felt Takumi's lips against his once again. Takumi's heart seemed to flow into him with that final gentle, lingering brush. Keisuke sighed as their lips parted. "I'm collecting a reward for all my hard work as soon as you finish talking, my own. Forget going home, I'm dragging you to our favorite hotel to warm you up properly."

Takumi's smile sent his heart into wild flurries of anticipation. "If you didn't have sex on your mind, I'd be worried about nani's wrong with my single-minded hentai. I'll see you after ten laps, Lover." He pushed his door open.

"Ten? How about I check on you every three, . . . in case your leg starts hurting? It's so cold up here that it could be a problem, my own." Keisuke hated wheedling, but found himself trying to bargain with his spouse.

Takumi swung his crutches out onto the snowy pavement. "I'll let you get by with seven laps. Then you can check on me. I'll call if I start hurting before you finish."

"How about five? That's more than three, my own." Keisuke tried to wheedle the laps down so he could be certain Takumi was not hurting.

"Six laps unless Sachi-sama shows up before then, and that's my final offer, Keisuke! I'll be paying attention and counting each one from this lot." Takumi's voice deepened as annoyance entered his voice.

Keisuke knew his mate was determined to stand by his final compromise. "Ok, six laps. Are you going to be alright standing in the cold that long? I know how you get when you're in pain, Takumi."

"Keisuke?! I promise I'll call you if my leg starts to ache, Lover." Takumi was standing in the doorway ready to shut it so he could leave. "Now, will you shift your mental gears, and go train?!"

The amber haired man shut the door, and hobbled toward the other Red Suns cars parking under the street lamp's illumination. Keisuke changed over to his racing harness as he watched Takumi's careful progress as his head shook over being outmaneuvered yet again by his younger spouse. Once Hiroshi was next to Takumi to keep him from falling, Keisuke headed back onto the course.

~~oo00oo~~

An unnatural calm in the atmosphere weighed his shoulders and heart as Takumi turned back to watch the FD pull out onto the roadway. He sent Keisuke off to train knowing he would not see his beloved for some time. Perhaps he was paranoid. Still, so long as Keisuke was away from him and training, Takumi knew everything would end fine. Takumi's certainty that something was happening now overwhelmed him. Takumi knew he would see Itsuke, which meant losing Keisuke, at least for a time. Where his inexplicable certainty came from, the nineteen-year-old had no clue.

A dark colored car followed Keisuke onto the course a few moments after the yellow Mazda left. The teen reeled under a hard slam of Deja-vu. That same car had followed Keisuke's FD before. Other tiny things all evening had echoed his dreams with hard slaps in the face. This evening had to do with the dreams Takumi had ever since Itsuke was kidnaped, yet could not recall.

The nineteen-year-old knew he would be the one to bring Itsuke home. His weird knowing had no words, only unshakable conviction. Even though he had no solid details to go on, Takumi knew he would see Itsuke right after he was separated from Keisuke. Takumi could only trust his silent certainty no matter how much it hurt.

"Hey, Fujiwara?" An unfamiliar voice called his name, yanking him from the depression that threatened. "Naze did you opt to stay on the sidelines? It's a lot warmer in Keisuke-san's car." Kashiwazaki was speaking Takumi realized as he looked over his shoulder.

Takumi turned and took the last few steps he needed to be among the rest of the Red Suns with Hiroshi walking close to him. "Okamoto senumon-i hasn't cleared my leg for that kind of strain. Keisuke won't risk hard side G's causing problems for my leg."

Hiroshi answered. "Sounds like a smart move."

Fumihiro leaned against his car fender near Kenta, speaking as Takumi came abreast of him. "If you get too cold tell me, Fujiwara. I have a good heater in my car. You don't need to get sick right now."

"Domo, Fumihiro. I appreciate your offer. It feels really nice being outside. I'm tired of being trapped indoors day and night."

"Since we're standing around, I was wondering if you would tell us how you really feel about dating Keisuke, Fujiwara. From everything you said at the café, I'm wondering whether Keisuke manipulated you into dating him." Hiroshi launched into the dreaded topic.

"Keisuke didn't force anything on me, minasan. Once Keisuke made peace with himself, I stopped feeling like he hated me. Even though the shift in his attitude felt real extreme to me, I was never grossed out about Keisuke being in love with me. I was very confused, but I never felt pressured."

Kashiwazaki caught his eye. "Most men would have been totally revolted by having Keisuke-san fall in love with them."

Takumi found himself grimacing at the unspoken question. "I'm actually more straight than bi. The respect I have for Keisuke is the only thing that got me over my serious gender hangup. I couldn't do this with anyone else. Getting to know Keisuke better helped shift my thinking about everything. Everything still felt really weird for a while, but not in a bad way. I surprised myself when I agreed to give Keisuke a chance to prove we belong together. Keisuke was willing to work through things with me, or I wouldn't be with him at all."

Kenta motioned for him to lean on his S-14's fender next to Fumihiro's car. "I noticed Keisuke-san got really pissed off when our waitress started flirting with you. Is he always so jealous, Fujiwara?"

Takumi sighed and nodded. "I told Keisuke exactly how I felt from the very first day. Keisuke's still recovering from everything I said at the time. I couldn't understand his romantic interest in me, so I wound up in a huge battle with myself trying to sort it all out. Asking Keisuke lots of questions helped me to understand a little. Still, I had a huge hang up over Keisuke's gender until he was dying with his head in my lap."

Kashiwazaki chuckled. "Keisuke-san doesn't like being told iie. I've seen him push hard to get everything he wants. I bet he made it hard as hell for you to say iie even after you told him off the first time. Am I right?"

Before he could answer, Shinobu replied. "You can say that again. Keisuke's sometimes the most conniving and manipulative person Onēsama and I have ever met. Keisuke definitely got damned underhanded to get his way at some point."

Takumi faced the good natured, lanky street racer, and Keisuke's surrogate sister. "I didn't tell Keisuke off. I told him that I was confused and doubted I could feel the same way about him. I promised I wouldn't lie to him, and I didn't. Keisuke said he would try to accept it if I couldn't return his feelings. Because of everything Keisuke had already done for me, and shown me about who he is, I was able to push past my problems when he almost died because of me. Like I told Ryosuke-san, I've never felt coerced, or anything like that. Keisuke gets impatient when something's important. Still, he never pressured me into loving him back, minasan."

Hiroshi shook his head. "I've known Keisuke since he was in middle school. Fumihiro, Shinobu and I have all seen him get people to do whatever he wants through very sly tactics. He convinces people he's manipulating into believing everything's their idea. I'd be surprised if Keisuke didn't sway your opinion through underhanded means, Fujiwara. Keisuke-san's a very talented manipulator."

Fumihiro nodded and added in a thoughtful tone. "We all know that Keisuke-san has a very ruthless side. Anything he considers a viable soft spot gets exploited without fail to win, Fujiwara. Keisuke apologized for being so nasty at expeditions and explained everything to me, Kenta and Matsimoto the night he kicked Arai off the team. Matsimoto even told him not to manipulate you or he'd be in trouble for it. Keisuke-san promised us he wouldn't do anything else underhanded to secure your affection." Hiroshi and the rest stared at Fumihiro as he spoke.

Takumi felt his eyes widen as he listened to Fumihiro. "Minasan really believes Keisuke's pushed me into loving him, but I swear he hasn't done anything bad. Even Ryosuke-san demanded to know if Keisuke was manipulating me right after Mogi shot us both. Keisuke's faith and advice helped me change who I am because I wanted it that way. If the things Keisuke's done to help me change myself into a better person qualify as manipulation, then I'm glad Keisuke did it."

"You're quite an interesting fellow, Fujiwara-kun. Not many would feel like you about Keisuke's spoiled personality. Anyone else would be furious if they were told they were pushed into something." Shinobu replied with a tilted head.

Fumihiro answered before Takumi recovered. "Ryosuke-san says the same thing about Fujiwara. Fujiwara's unique way of thinking is one of the things that impresses Ryosuke most. Maybe being a genius has something to do with it."

The onna chuckled. "Maybe that's naze Keisuke's so charmed by Fujiwara-kun. I know Nīchan really loves hard challenges. Fujiwara-kun must have given him a really big one to overcome. Otherwise, he wouldn't cross the line into a same gender romance."

"Uh, minasan, I didn't give Keisuke-san any challenge that I can think of. If anything Keisuke challenged himself trying to change his feelings toward me, and it didn't work the way he wanted. I'm not all that smart either. Ryosuke-san's a genius, not me. Without his teaching me things, the same as minasan else with Project D, I wouldn't be a very good racer."

Sagiya started laughing. "I bet you give Keisuke-san fits if you talk like that around him. I've heard him snarl over your unexpected talent several times since you shredded his pride on Akina, Fujiwara. There's no way you've ever qualified as a poor driver, with or without Ryosuke-san becoming your mentor."

Takumi cheeks flooded with heat, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the group. As if he had been summoned by those words, Keisuke's FD turned into the lot pull out section, and turned around to go back onto the course. The first lap was over Takumi realized as he smiled at the yellow FD's taillights.

Shinobu spoke, pulling his focus back to the group. Takumi heard the FD rocket off the starting line behind him. "You know, . . . I can see naze Keisuke's drawn to Fujiwara's quiet personality, minasan. For someone as intense as Keisuke-kun, a quieter person may be ideal. I'm worried he'll be overbearing and coerce Fujiwara into doing things his way, though. I knew both of his previous companions. Both of them were as hot headed as Keisuke. Both onnas got pushed into being Keisuke's ideals, and the relationships ended as complete disasters. So, Fujiwara-kun, how serious are you about Keisuke-kun? Are you really thinking about a serious relationship with Nīchan, like he implied at the café?"

"Ryosuke-san thinks I'm good for Keisuke because I'm not a pushover, unlike his ex girlfriends. I'm stubborn enough to make Keisuke compromise when I have to. As to being serious about Keisuke, I've accepted that I do love Keisuke. I can't change my feelings because I've given my heart to him, minasan. Keisuke knows that's how I feel. He gave me this a few days ago because he knows I'm serious."

Takumi pulled the pendant out from beneath his heavy shirt and jacket to show Shinobu. He had a feeling that Shinobu knew the pendant's real meaning. The younger Yoshiyuki twin stepped closer to see the pendant under the street lamp's illumination. Takumi felt uneasy because of the intense expressions on every face surrounding him. The others leaned closer to see his necklace without being pushy.

The dark-haired onna yelped as she realized what he held in his palm under the street lamp's glow. "Kami-sama! Keisuke inherited his Okasān's family legacy?"

"Hai." Takumi nodded as she stared at him, obviously shaken.

Shinobu's voice hummed with excitement. "And Keisuke gave you this pendant? Do you realize that by accepting this necklace from Keisuke, you agreed to marry him for all practical purposes, Fujiwara-kun? Accepting this necklace is a huge responsibility. It means you're stuck with Keisuke for the rest of your life as far as his family's concerned. Did anyone even bother to warn you about that?"

"I was told, Shinobu-san."

"Really? When are you getting the matching rings? Isn't there some kind of vow you have to take to get the rings and the rest?"

"Uhm, we're supposed to get the rings and original molds from Sobo-san around New Years. I'm making Keisuke wait until my brace is off even though he's been sulking nonstop about it. Sobo Ogino-san has already gotten my ring size information. She's making all the arrangements." Takumi scratched his head as he spoke. The black-haired onna was searching his face intently again.

"You've got to be joking. You actually found a way to make Keisuke-san wait?" Takumi nodded at Hiroshi's astonished sounding question. The group was staring at him as if he had grown two heads, Takumi felt. Nakajo's dark sports car pulled into the lot and parked at the end of the row. The shoulder length, bleached blond was walking toward them a few moments later Takumi noticed.

Shinobu's voice held a commanding tone when she launched into her next rapid fire commentary. She was still staring at him in amazement. "This legacy jewelry is a huge deal to Keisuke-kun's family. Minasan in his family is downright superstitious about the rings and necklaces because they've been passed down through Keisuke's okasān's family for close to four hundred years."

"Whoa, Keisuke-san never struck me as sentimental. It's weird to hear something like that." Kashiwazaki muttered as Takumi stuck the cold pendant back under his shirt so it rested at the base of his throat again.

Takumi smiled and nodded. "Hai, Sobo Ogino told me about the legacy the same night she announced Keisuke was inheriting it. Sobo-san said Keisuke reflects the legacy's meaning about loving someone else enough to make sacrifices for them. To be honest Keisuke has almost died saving my life twice, Shinobu-san."

A soft whistle like tone greeted his comment. Takumi realized it was Nakajo when he glanced around. Hiroshi turned to Kenta and Fumihiro who were nodding their agreement with softer acknowledgments.

"Good grief. No wonder Sobo believes Keisuke's serious about you." Shinobu stamped her foot without warning and huffed. "Leave it to Nīchan to scare his whole family, me and Onēsama half to death to make sure we accept that he's committed to someone. I hope you realize you've saddled yourself with quite a handful by accepting Nīchan's marriage proposal, Fujiwara-kun."

Takumi found himself chuckling at her tongue-in-cheek tone. "I couldn't love Keisuke if he wasn't, Shinobu-san. I can only love Keisuke because he's so single minded, and determined about things that matter most to him. I'm the same way at times. That makes it easier for me to understand him, I guess."

"Onēsama's going to flip-out when she finds out. You'll have to make her believe you'll keep Keisuke in line though. Mention that you succeeded at getting him to wait and she'll take you seriously. You know, for a while minasan thought Ryosuke-kun would inherit the legacy. He almost quit medical school for Onēsama. Sachi caved when the family announced their choice for her husband. She inherits the kendo school, and chose to protect me and Sagiya's love. Onēsama told Ryosuke it was better to follow their destinies for their siblings sakes."

A dark blueish looking utility van pulled into the lot and stopped close by their cars. Takumi turned back to the dark-haired onna wondering if he looked as surprised as he felt over her news. "iie, I didn't know. Keisuke's never mentioned it."

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