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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
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- 8-AFL 8
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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. *Character Abuse/Graphic Violence tags added to be safe.

CHAPTER 31

'If not for Fujiwara, Ayame would be safe right now.' Rage combined with desperation to protect his baby sister. Umito was drawing the strength he needed to stomach this job as he led the procession of cars up the mountain in the wake of the Red Suns drivers that had peeled out of the café lot.

Hatred for the Akina Phantom coiled in his gut as Umito parked the van he was driving in the lot below where his previous teammates were certain to be. The two men with him were strung tight as bow strings. He got out of the van and crunched toward the other three cars that had followed him up. Heavy shouldered and brutal looking groups of men got out of the trio of cars.

"Let's time how long it takes Keisuke-san to do a run on this icy road before we move. There are six cars with him tonight. If we're lucky the other Red Suns will switch out and do some training too. That means fewer witnesses to deal with for all of you." Umito got in before Furukawa could speak.

"Yer sayin' blondy gonna twain in dis kine' o' weader? 'A's insane! Is easy dealin' wi' 'im an i's passen'r if we ge' em 'lone dough. Whas' da udder un's name 'gin? Hey who sed we was doin' dis yer way, chubby? Furukawa's da lead 'ere." The whipcord lean freak, Saburo, with his nasty disposition, and hissing voice demanded as he stomped toward Umito.

"Fumihiro and Kenta are in this group. Doesn't Ideguchi-sama want them too? They're Project D members, the same as Matsimoto. If Project D has to pay for the shipment your boss lost, that means Kenta and Fumihiro are involved. I'm pretty sure I understood the orders Ideguchi gave. It's smarter to make sure Keisuke-san's off training until the other three get secured. Even with so many fighters, Keisuke-san's a vicious ex-gangster so he's going to be much harder to take down. Catch the others and throw them in the van first. They can be used as leverage over Keisuke later. One against all of you is better for dealing with Keisuke too." Umito snapped at the freak.

Another thug spoke before the freak started trouble. "Leave off the new kid, Saburo. It's a good idea. Taking down small fries before fighting a hard core's a good plan. Deal with the easier targets to stay fresh for the hard job. Knowing how long we have to wrap things up means we don't get caught from behind. Let's try the kid's idea. The worst scenario is we split into groups to grab Takahashi elsewhere if he takes off instead of driving around like some air-head."

Several other fighters nodded in agreement. Their leader shrugged, pointing at him. "Umito-kun knows Takahashi's habits the best. Don't matter to me if we wait a few more minutes. We'll get paid the same for delivering the punks to the boss either way."

"Hey, new kid, how long does it take that Mazda to do a round trip on this mountain? And, . . . Nani if it don't come back?"

Umito pulled out a stopwatch, fighting down irritation. "This will tell me how long it takes for Keisuke-san to make a round trip on this icy road. Once he starts down, I'll time him from here. If someone checks the top lot, we'll know for certain where Fujiwara and the others are. I know Keisuke will come back up because he trained hard every night last winter. In case I'm wrong and he leaves with Fujiwara, we'll know he's not coming back up in time to have the others at the base tail them. We need someone to run up and snoop around."

A smaller man with a bad scar on his brow stepped forward. "I got a cell. I'll trot up there and take a look around, Furukawa. That Mazda can't get to the bottom before I scope the scene and ring up our brothers at the base if they leave."

The big brawny man in charge nodded. "You stay out of trouble 'til we make our move. You got that, Gatou? Don't let them see you."

"I know already." The smaller man turned on heel and headed toward the summit at a brisk jog with his odd shaped bat in hand. Umito had seen the thick nails the compact fighter had driven through the end of it earlier. He repressed a shudder, hoping all non Project D members cleared out very soon.

Ayame depended on him to make sure nothing went wrong. "If we send up the cars before the van goes to the top lot, we can keep the Red Suns from getting suspicious. There's a pull out a couple of minutes past the lot they're in. Minasan can go there and turn around and drive back at a slower pace if you leave after Keisuke-san takes off on his first run. Since you aren't racers, you don't have a feel for driving fast on icy roads. By the time you get back down from the other pull out, Keisuke will probably be on his second run."

"Sounds good, Umito-kun. Taiga, you stick with me and Saburo. I'd like the extra man in case it takes too long to get back down to the lot we're meeting at."

"Does anyone else have a cell to hang out two lots down, Furukawa-san? Lets keep track of Keisuke-san when we're taking the others down. If Takahashi's FD gets back to the top too fast, a warning call's helpful. Getting the van on the road before Keisuke-san arrives insures we don't lose the others already caught."

One of the gangsters sneered, "Paranoid much? It's one gangster against a dozen trained enforcers, new kid. We don't lose to backwoods hicks."

Furukawa snapped at the other behemoth. "Shut up, Yoshio. Umito-kun's a damned side smarter than you. Takahashi, that backwoods hick as you called him, damn near destroyed Ideguchi's operations out here a few years back. He even busted Kurou-sama up pretty bad in a toe to toe solo brawl. Any of you got big enough chops and balls to go several rounds with Kurou-sam and do serious damage the way this wiry little bastard did?"

Several of the huge fighters looked around and began shaking their heads looking subdued, or worried. Most were blatantly shocked.

"Then, you see that yellow car go by, head out past the target lot and swing back around. Put a little space between so you don't draw attention." The hulking fighter got out his cell phone.

The others shuffled around each other muttering among themselves. Whoever Kurou was, Umito knew he wanted no part of him. Kurou must be a vicious fighter like Keisuke-san judging by this group's sudden wariness.

Umito stepped closer to the road, careful to use a tree for cover, and hunkered down to wait. Keisuke-san would not see him when he tore down the course. The yellow FD shot past his position an eternity later Arai felt. The chubby man hit the stop watch button and took a deep breath. He needed to know how much time they had to secure the others. Nakajo's dark S-13 went by at a slower speed. The three cars left one after another.

Matsimoto had been easy enough for Umito to distract when he showed up at his garage. The freak had knocked him out with a rag from behind after he got the mechanic's attention and kept him arguing. Umito hoped the same would hold true for the others they were going to capture.

'The rotary brothers really screwed up when they took Fujiwara under their wings. If not for Fujiwara, the Kanto Project would have been a complete success. Ryosuke-san would have done a much better job on the downhill. Hell, Miyoshi would have done a great job for that matter. Kenta might still be a bit green, but he would have put up damned good fight too. He's quick to pick up things, same as '

Arai shivered in the cold as he listened to the sound of tires screeching on the icy roadway as the two cars fought their way down the slippery mountain road. All he could do was wait for any opportunity he could get in order to save his sister's life. He glanced at the stop watch as he waited. Four minutes had passed as he thought about Matsimoto's take down. Keisuke's record for a summer time attack was six minutes to complete both halves of the course. Ice was going to slow him down no matter how great a driver he was. There was no way to compensate for zero traction that Arai knew. He had heard that Fujiwara used drainage ditches. However, Akagi's ditches were shallower at the edges and would not work Umito was certain.

He replayed Ayame's screaming, as he again saw her pale tear-drenched face in his mind. As Umito counted down the moments until Keisuke-san returned, trickles of sweat began sliding down into his collar. Fear that the Mazda had actually left began to wring his guts in knots of apprehension. Arai was about the bolt back toward the group when the scream of the yellow FD's tires froze him in place. Keisuke's Mazda shot past and Umito somehow hit the button to record his lap time. Relief almost rendered Arai to weeping. Ayame was still safe after all. He had been right. He stood and moved on shaking legs toward Furukawa. Without a word he passed over the stopwatch because he had no voice left.

Furukawa spoke into his phone. "Looks like we'll have eight and a half minutes to wrap up before Takahashi gets back to the top. Waki's going to be the bottom lookout. If he calls you, Han, honk your horn so we can get out of there. We'll attack when Takahashi leaves for his second run. Gatou will call when yellow car peels out again." He hung up his phone as Arai got into the van and turned the engine on.

The others piled in and sat down. Moments later, Furukawa's cell began to ring. "That's our cue, Umito-kun. How fast can you get us up once he goes by?"

"Forty seconds tops. Sound good?" Arai put the van into gear and started to creep forward. The yellow Mazda shot by as Nakajo's sports car went past going the other direction. Arai suppressed his groan of disappointment that the other man would get injured too. He shrugged it off and pulled onto the street determined to see this through no matter who got hurt. Ayame was counting on him.

Arai pulled into the lot close to the exit and left the engine running. He got out and walked toward the group as he heard the other doors opening to release the others to follow. Kashiwazaki saw him first and gave him a firm warning. "Arai, leave Fujiwara alone. Keisuke-san kicked you off the team because of your bad behavior, and crazy fixation with him. He'll be back from his run in a few minutes. Naze don't you leave before he arrives and gets pissed off again?"

"Shut up, Kashiwazaki." Arai snapped back. Even though he was uneasy about several Red Suns being in the crossfire, he could not back down or show mercy. The freak would kill him, and then Ayame would die in some unspeakable way.

"He's right, Arai. Keisuke-san will beat the hell out of you if you don't get out of here before he gets back from his run. He thinks you're obsessed with Fujiwara and that's not healthy for you." Kenta piped up to support the other racer.

Fujiwara was sitting on the fender of Kenta's S-14 next to Fumihiro's car. Glee bubbled as Arai noticed his bane was watching him. Fumihiro and Hiroshi both moved closer to the crippled street racer with severe looks flashing toward him.

"You're such a damned cheerleader for Keisuke-san, Kenta. Can't you do anything other than fawn over him? I doubt you even know how to think for yourself without asking Keisuke-san for permission. You even sound pathetic like a damned lovesick onna when you mention him, Kenta!" Venom dripped from his tongue.

Kashiwazaki stepped closer, looking ready to throw down. "Kenta's no cheerleader, Arai! If you hadn't pissed Keisuke-san off so often, maybe he or Ryosuke-san would have given you the same kind of help they gave Kenta. You wouldn't have gotten kicked off the team for acting so unprofessionally either! Hell, you even tried to get Nakajo and me kicked off the team when we never said anything about Fujiwara."

Nakajo came alongside Kashiwazaki to create a living barrier to the crippled bastard Umito wanted to hurt so much his skin itched. "The rotary brothers and Fujiwara are the best drivers in all of Gunma, Umito. You should have been honored being on the same racing team with any of them! Dissing Project D made the Rotary Brothers look bad. You got canned because you asked for it by always talking shit behind Fujiwara's back. Hell, you've got everything wrong and backwards, baka. Keisuke-san and Fujiwara told us about everything tonight."

"I'm not the one that started this bullshit, but I'm going to finish it. That little bastard you're all defending turned everything sour. He put minasan in danger because he was too damned self absorbed, and weak willed to do the right thing and leave Project D when he should have. If not for Fujiwara, the rest of us wouldn't have gotten caught up in a bad situation."

Fujiwara's voice was calm yet steely as he intervened. "Leave minasan out of this, Arai-san. Your problem's with me because of everything Mogi did that night. I'll gladly take responsibility for her insanity. She was supposed to be my problem, but she became you worst nightmare, and Keisuke's. I know that, and I don't deny it."

Umito snorted, his ears picking up the quiet grumble of car engines coming closer. Very soon Fujiwara would be on the ground begging for mercy that he would never receive. Arai wanted to hear him scream just like Ayame had so he could atone for all of his crimes. He smiled at the calm looking man that faced him trying to apologize to him much too late to make any difference.

"Gomen, Shinobu-chan. Seems you picked a very bad night to come up here. Keep your hands away from your phone, or I can't guarantee your safety. Be a good little onna and drop it on the ground until we leave. I have no hard feelings toward you, and don't want to see you get hurt unless there's a real need."

Kenta slid off his car's hood with his hands in his jacket pockets. The crunch of running feet on ice crust flew past Arai. Kashiwazaki and Nakajo had exploded into action as Sagiya lunged between Shinobu and his trio of trained fighters. Shinobu darted toward the back of Fumihiro, and Kenta's cars to get away with a terrified shriek as the lot exploded. Umito hoped she remained safe. So long as she did not go for her cell phone, there was no reason to harm her. He saw Gatou leap out from behind the trees several yards away.

A fast-moving flash dazzled his eye for a second as Taiga's metal bat caught the street lamp's glare and crashed over Hiroshi's shoulders. The speedy enforcer was on Kenta a heartbeat later, taking him down hard and fast too. Arai heard Fumihiro bellow immediately after as Hiroshi slammed across Fumihiro's car hood. Tagai's hard swinging attacks were too fast for any of them to dodge.

Fujiwara had one of his crutches up in a threatening position as he remained half-seated against Kenta's fender. It seemed the little bastard had blocked Tagai's swing with the crutch from the oddly angled position the thin metal's lower end held. The deep voice that pierced his ears came from the crippled bastard who spoke loud enough to be heard, without any trace of anger. "Naze are you trying to hurt minasan, Arai-san? They were your friends before you tried to ruin mine and Keisuke's reputation."

Looking at the calm, if somehow irritable expression on Fujiwara's face enraged Arai. If not for him, Ayame would never have gotten hurt. A flash of his baby sister's tear streaked face as she screamed rose to choke him. Arai screamed over the bedlam surrounding them. "I'm going to enjoy hearing you beg for mercy before this night's done, Fujiwara. You're gonna pay for minasan's suffering tonight."

Saburo dropped over Fumihiro's crumpled body, grabbing his arm in a lock hold to keep him down and bellowed over the din. "Whish one's dis?"

"He's one, Saburo." Arai saw one of Ideguchi's other enforcers from the cars slam Kashiwazaki in the gut and wheel away after another quick jab finished the crumpling racer off. Arai stepped to the edge of the cripple's striking range listening to Saburo's manic giggling fit. The heavyset man also laughed as he crossed his arms over his chest elated that Ayame would soon be avenged, and freed.

Hiroshi yelped, distracting Arai for a moment. His cell phone was in his good hand. The dark-haired racer was evading Furukawa trying to punch in a number. Gatou was coming up fast from behind Hiroshi with his vicious customized bat ready for use. Aria watched as Furukawa swung Hiroshi around and out of Fujiwara's crutch range, following him away from the relative safety of the two cars bulky frames. The red-shirted racer's feet skidded across the icy crust. Furukawa ripped the cell out of his hand as the Red Suns driver went down with a strangled cry. His phone was destroyed by Gatou who brought his spiked bat into play, then caught Hiroshi in the same shoulder as Taiga had hit earlier. Aria thought he heard bone crunch under the second blow and winced. Hiroshi went down hard. A hard blow to his stomach by Furukawa's meaty fist curled the gagging Hiroshi into a ball. He continued hacking his guts up because of the abuse to his mid section.

Arai turned back to Fujiwara. "Do you think you can defend yourself for long with that wimpy excuse for a weapon? You think you can get in a good jab or two before you get handed your ass?! You're going to get everything you deserve, Fujiwara. Everything ends tonight. All of Project D, starting with you, will pay for the problems you've caused."

Fujiwara's voice came out as a soft monotone rumble. "Is that nani happened to Itsuke? He was there the night Mogi went on her shooting spree. Now I know naze he's missing. Was it you that slammed into his car and forced him off the road almost two weeks ago, Arai-san?"

Memory flashed of the dark haired youth sporting bowl cut hairstyle. Umito remembered his hard defense of his best friend and Keisuke rolling around in bed together. Disgust took hold of him again. He had nothing to do with the loud mouth brat hanging around Fujiwara. It was a false accusation against him.

Fumihiro bellowed at him from the ground where he was struggling madly against Saburo's iron hold before he could call Fujiwara a lier. "Have you lost your mind, Arai? Keisuke-san will have your head, and all of your gang's too! Stop this before things get any uglier!"

Arai's peripheral vision caught a glance of Nakajo's bleached blond hair as he dodged three enforcers from the cars that was beating down their team. Sagiya was not in his line of sight, but he heard a string of curses that probably came from him. Sagiya had been a kendo club star in highschool so was probably the best suited to evade bats and bokken Arai assumed.

Arai bellowed, "Drop these other men, then leave them alone since they're not part of Project D. Kenta and Fujiwara are the only ones you still need to worry about." All of the enforcers not too busy with containing Sagiya and Nakajo trotted toward Kenta and Fumihiro's cars intent on surrounding the lying little cripple. Bats and bokken in hand, they all seemed happy being allowed free reign to do damage.

Fujiwara was still frowning at him. The younger racer finally slipped off the fender of Kenta's car and faced him with a blood freezing expression. "Nani have they ever done to you? I know my ex became your worst nightmare the same as she was mine. But, nobody else here has done anything to you that deserves this, Arai-san. Naze are you involving the others in your revenge against me? They were your team mates."

"This is about revenge and cash. Pure, plain and simple. They're in my way so they have to learn not to mess with me too." Arai growled as he motioned for the others to attack. Two men stepped stalked the outnumbered Fujiwara as the rest closed ranks so he had no place to run.

The amber-haired cripple braced for multiple impacts Arai saw through a gap between the men he was coordinating for Ideguchi. Fujiwara's crutch was at an angle, his hands wrapped around the inner bar. He could only deflect so many of the bat, pipe, and bokken swings he faced Arai figured.

It seemed like Fujiwara's reflexes were superb he slid the crutch at different angles to soften the impacts while trying to upset his opponents' balance as he twisted the heavier weapons away from vital spots. Taiga reeled back and out of the main circle. Arai squirmed as he saw the blood pouring out of his nose. He stumbled several more steps grabbing at his damaged nose bridge, groaning as his legs collapsed under his weight. Arai had seen the flash of metal under the lamp's light, but not the strike that had to have been delivered by Fujiwara's warped crutch.

Fumihiro was being hauled toward the van by a bleeding enforcer. Arai moved to help the man manhandle Fumihiro into the back. Arai tossed a length of rope at the beefy thug because he had no idea how to tie someone up so they could not get free. Furukawa hauled Taiga over and dumped him beside Fumihiro shaking his head.

"Fucking eh?! That little cripple's a mean one. He's way faster than Taiga too. Watch it, minasan. Plan three, we gotta take the little punk down hard even if they want his face staying pretty." Furukawa growled as he rejoined the circle.

The group changed tactics as one came from the front at Fujiwara, and another slid into the side of the driver side fender. The third attacker, Gatou, caught the amber-haired man in the upper back as Fujiwara was forced to parry shots from the front and side. Something arced through the air as Fujiwara gasped and managed to stumble sideways and against Kenta's passenger door after the impact. The trapped racer's face twisted with infuriated agony, but he kept his broken crutch at the ready to fight on. He hunched down to use the car for relative safety as he tried to regain his footing.

'Kami-sama, Fujiwara might be as vicious as Keisuke-san. Fujiwara has serious chops to face damned near a dozen enforcers without flinching. He doesn't even seem scared. He actually looks really pissed off. Is he as insane as his ex? Taiga's the fastest moving fighter we had and he's definitely out cold. I had no idea Fujiwara was tough. He looks like a timid little wimp. How in the hell is he standing on a supposedly broken leg and holding multiple enforcers off? Shit, the creepy little crippled bastard may be hard-core, but there's no way he can win against this many trained bone breakers. Calm down, Umito, we still have time before Keisuke gets back.'

Fujiwara crouched low, parrying away more heavy blows and lunging as he delivered his own attacks. He was using the side of Kenta's car to shield his body as he twisted out of another series of blows. Saburo was on the hood of Kenta's car, trying to get in close enough to use a doped up rag on the vicious little bastard Arai realized. The freak had to roll away from several deflected bat swings to protect his own skull as he sought to get into position. As fighters reeled away, some injured by spry reflexive strikes, others stepped forward, swinging hard from multiple directions trying to take Fujiwara down. Arai heard the sound of metal striking metal again. A glance showed him that Kenta's hood had been hit as Fujiwara twisted out of range. The overhead strike had been deflected past Fujiwara's form to collide with Kenta's hood.

Fujiwara was bleeding from several gashes. His face was starting to pale, but he refused to drop no matter how much damage he'd suffered. Not all the swings were successfully blocked by the unrecognizable mess of aluminum Fujiwara still relied on. He had been hit by Gatou's bat, was losing blood, and getting visibly slower. The long darkening rents in his shredded jacket as he was forced to give ground was proof that nails had taken a toll on Fujiwara's endurance. Nakajo, Kashiwazaki and Kenta were unmoving on the ground Arai saw as he glanced around the lot.

Hiroshi bellowed to get their attention. "Damn it, you're all a pack of cowards! It doesn't take any real balls to attack a cripple. Naze don't you pick on someone who can fight back?"

Arai sauntered over and slammed his fist into Hiroshi's stomach. "Shut the hell up you obnoxious prick. Don't put your nose into things that are dangerous to your health." He grabbed Hiroshi by the hair and jerked his head up as he gagged from the blow. "This is about getting everything I've lost back. Who gives a fuck about whether or not it requires chops to carry it out? We have our orders and we're doing the job, dumb-ass."

Hiroshi glared up at him as he tried to keep from gagging again. It took a lot for him to wheeze, "You're worse than scum, Arai. Keisuke-san's going to kill you for this. You have no idea how much trouble you're really in, baka. Keisuke-san won't tolerate this underhanded attack!" He managed to gasp out.

Metal struck metal again. Arai smiled down at the obviously injured racer. "Wrong, Hiroshi. Keisuke-san's the one who doesn't realize how much trouble he's gotten himself into. His enemies have all the cards. So, keep your mouth shut and stay out of this. There's no need for you getting hurt any worse for these guys." Hiroshi went through another fit of coughing as his legs trembled under him and shifted.

"Watch your mouth, Umito-kun." Furukawa snapped as he looked over at him.

"I'm not saying anything else. I simply gave a friendly warning for old times sake. I feel I owe my old temp captain that much." Arai growled back.

Fujiwara fought hard to stay on his feet even though he was panting from coping with multiple nonstop attacks. Saburo crowed in triumph as Arai turned back to see him clinging to the feebly struggling Fujiwara. The little freak had the rag hard on the nasty little bastard's face Umito saw. His smile returned as relief flooded his torso. Ayame was as good as already home in her bedroom where she belonged.

The blare of a car horn froze Umito for a split second. Hiroshi managed to get more leverage than was expected and brought his functioning elbow into Yoshio's groin to break free looking desperate. Hiroshi lunged toward Fujiwara but a scream from Arai had Furukawa spinning around. A meaty fist clipped Hiroshi hard across the cheek before Hiroshi could dodge. The black-haired racer tumbled into the thin crusty snow and moved no more.

Arai bellowed, "Get that little bastard loaded now. Keisuke-san's coming. Move it! Move it!" Saburo and another of the wobbling enforcers drug the limp teen into the van, and Arai slammed the back doors leaving Saburo to tie him up. He leapt into the driver's side and slammed his door already putting the van in gear as his team jumped into the van. He peeled out of the lot and headed down the mountain. He could see the other enforcers staggering toward the trio of cars through his side view mirror.

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