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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
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- 38-AFL 38
- 39-AFL 39
- 40-AFL 40
- 41-AFL 41
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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 32

The wheat-haired racer glanced at his phone in the passenger seat during the short straight section he entered. His eyes sought the cars that had not arrived with people Takumi had come to see. His eyes also monitored the roadway for the black 180 Arai Umito drove.

'I'm such a baka, forgetting to ask Okamoto-senumon-i whether or not Takumi's leg is well enough to ride shotgun on a fast run. It should be since he gets out of that brace soon, but I can't risk it. If only I knew Takumi's leg was able to handle the strain, he'd be shotgun right now and I wouldn't be feeling so fucking paranoid. I don't want him hurting because it's so damned cold this evening. If anything happens, I know Fumihiro Kenta or Hiroshi will alert me. I set a specific ring tone as a warning signal and my number's in all their speed dials. Damn it, naze did I let Takumi talk me into training until Onēsama and the others get here?''

Keisuke tried to focus on the course as he fought the icy conditions to stay on the roadway. The next curve was on him and Keisuke had to concentrate on the FD's handling to the exclusion of everything else. Once through the corner, Keisuke again glanced at his silent cell.

'Get down the mountain safely, baka. All I want to do is go back to the lot and help Takumi answer minasan's questions, but I have to focus on the course right now. We'll get into a fight about my training taking priority if I don't finish six laps before getting out of this car. Son of a bitch, how does he always get the upper hand over me? Naze can't I say no when he looks at me that way? Naze is Takumi being so stubborn tonight?'

'Kashiwazaki and Nakajo don't seem to have a problem with Takumi being with me, but I can't be sure yet. Sagiya, Hiroshi, Fumihiro and Kenta should be enough to deter them if one of them does have a problem with us being together that they throw at Takumi while I'm training.'

The rhythm of the course was as familiar as breathing to Keisuke. He continued to fly along the route as his mind continued to wander toward his partner at the summit. This section was a shallower gradient, with a serpentine hairpin that was blitzed in a matter of seconds.

'I'm way too uptight about letting Takumi deal with all their questions alone. I'm probably just being overprotective for no reason again. I still wish he would give up on Matsimoto, Tohji and the rest so I take him home already.'

The next short straight was a deeper grade drop so Keisuke had to be more focused on the angle of his cornering entry. Once through that segment, Keisuke's mind started buzzing again.

'Kashiwazaki and Nakajo told takumi he doesn't owe them an apology. Maybe their acceptance will help Takumi stop feeling so damned guilty about Mogi's bull shit. Wish Onēsama Sachi would get here already. I want to get Takumi out of the cold before his leg starts hurting him. He did promise to call if it bothers him.'

Keisuke took another corner and sped up for the straight away. The next corner was a deep, blind, hard gradient in Akagi's course. It a few corners past the central point for the downhill. Keisuke was about to dive into the corner. His cell shrilled in the pre-arranged ring he had stored with Takumi, Kenta, Hiroshi, and Fumihiro's cell numbers. It had been a precaution he insisted upon in case Arai showed up.

By reflex Keisuke changed tactics and grabbed his e-brake as the FD skidded at a sharp deep angle. The blond's steering wheel was turned hard as he spun the FD around almost hitting the granite rock face. The cell's shrilling shut off mid-sound. Keisuke released the emergency brake and was pushing hard on the gas as he heard a second vehicle's tires shrieking protest. He felt a jolt shiver through his FD's body but ignored it as he continued flooring the gas pedal.

'Hang on Takumi. I'm coming. Please let this be a false alarm. Come on FD, move it! We've got to get to Takumi. I've gotta focus on driving for Takumi's sake. I'm gonna kill Arai if he showed up. I hope to hell he isn't fucking with Takumi right now. I know there's a lot of people up top, but I won't be able to forgive myself if anything happens to my beloved man.'

Keisuke attacked the corners as if a demon chased him. The FD howled like a banshee as they hurtled through every straight away and corner. Car and driver tore back to the starting line lot as a single entity. The headlights behind Keisuke's car winked at him through his rearview mirror as his FD lunged, skated, and plunged over the icy road bringing him closer to his beloved. Keisuke did not care about the other driver's probable fury as he prayed that the call had been a mistake as he battled the treacherous road.

Keisuke's only thought was for Takumi's safety as the FD thundered up the mountain. A dark colored utility van was coming down, forcing Keisuke to slow as they crossed paths. Once past, Keisuke pushed the FD hard again. Two more cars passed him, but Keisuke only spared enough energy to curse every moment he was forced to slow down. None of them were a dark 180 so Keisuke ignored them as he pushed the FD's limits.

FD's tires squealed over their abuse as the blond hit the brakes setting FD into a hard side bank to slow momentum hurtling into the parking lot. The yellow machine skidded sideways until it came to rest not far from the parked cars. Keisuke leapt from the FD to see who it was on the ground in front of Fumihiro's car. A dark green FC pulled into the lot and parked as he bent over the prone form of Kenta.

"Bratlet, what the hell's wrong with you? Do you have any idea how insane that move was you pulled at the blind corner? You could have killed both of us!" Yoshiyuki Sachi snarled as she slammed her car door and headed toward him. Keisuke knelt beside the crumpled forms closest to Kenta, and noted Nakajo and Kashiwazaki were both unconscious and bleeding.

"Nani the? Where's Onēchan? Nani's going on here?" Sachi's voice went from furious to panicked as Keisuke knelt by the fallen people in the snow. Fumihiro and Takumi were both missing Keisuke discovered as Sachi rolled Sagiya over onto his back. Shinobu was not with them which added to Keisuke's alarm. He dropped onto his haunches next to Hiroshi as he heard a pained groan from the older man.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

Hiroshi croaked, "Help Fujiwara and Fumihiro! Arai stuffed them in the van. They just left. He has a dozen gangsters packed into three sedans. He said Project D, especially Fujiwara was getting everything they deserve."

Keisuke exploded upward as the image of the van he had shot past on the way here flashed into his memory. There was no mistake where Takumi was. He recalled the trio of luxury cars he had passed on the way up as curses flew from his mouth. Keisuke raced toward his FD intent on catching Arai and beating him to death for attacking Takumi. "Onēsan, Takumi and Fumihiro are in serious trouble, so I've gotta fly! Take care of these guys for me!"

Without waiting for her to answer Keisuke dove into his racing harness and gunned the engine. Keisuke slammed the clutch down and shifted gears intent on catching the van. He back out of the lot, his tires leaving a noxious cloud behind.

Keisuke pushed the FD hard as he sought to catch up to the van he had seen earlier. He was unsure of whether or not he could catch the van but hoped the delay would not prove unsurmountable as his FD flashed along the course. Keisuke barely noticed the frantic skips and slides of his car's tires as reflexes compensated to keep his car on the road. He was too furious and afraid for Takumi to worry about flying into the canyons he whipped past.

The FD caught up to the two cars he had passed earlier on his trip up the mountain. They had gotten close to the base before he caught them. The first car slammed on its brakes while the second car slid sideways to block the other lane so he could not pass. Several men got out of the two vehicles.

There were obvious injuries on some of them. All of them were large men wearing masks to cover their features. Metal pipes and bats swung from these gangsters hands. They spread out to block him. The dark colored utility van continued toward the intersection below. A white Nissan sedan was in front of it, an all too obvious escort now that Keisuke knew the situation. Once the van got through the intersection, Keisuke would be hard pressed to find, much less rescue Takumi.

Keisuke had no choice but to fight his way through these men. He got out of the FD and moved forward, intent on making the group wish they had never helped Arai. Someone growled among the opposition's ranks, "So you're Takahashi. Let's finish the job and get out of here, minasan."

Two members of the group lunged at Keisuke with bats in hand. The blond ducked under the first fighter's swing and twisted so he could grab the center line of the metal bat before it could be brought back into play. Using the gangster's body as a shield so the other could not strike, he wrestled for control of the bat. Keisuke delivered a hard kick to his attacker's upper thigh as they struggled with each other. The hard impact forced the man to release the bat Keisuke held onto as his leg gave way. The burly man stumbled into the sideways facing car.

Fury rose, combined with bile because the bat Keisuke had captured was slick and somewhat sticky against his palm. He could smell the distinct metallic tinge of blood. Fear that it was Takumi's clenched his guts in a knot. A flash of a bent and twisted crutch his mind had not registered before flashed into focus. Dark patches of snow reared up behind his eyes. The bat slid through Keisuke's fingers until he had the grip in his palm as an icy fist of certainty whipped raw emotion into a blazing inferno.

Keisuke attacked with every fiber of his being focused on the task. Keisuke had to get to Takumi in time to get him to the hospital before he lost too much blood. The sideswipe he unleashed against another gangster in his way held the sum of his adrenaline elevated strength.

Other fighters charged as the second flew back into the closest car. The weapon in one fighter's hand had an odd-shaped end the blond noted as he dodged and parried the weapons flashing in his headlamps illumination. His mind tried to place the odd shaped glimpse. As Keisuke shifted to dodge another strike, searing pain skated across his upper stomach, along his floating ribs. An image of nails flashed into his mind as he recognized the tearing sensation he felt.

'These bastards are up to some seriously lethal shit,' flashed through Keisuke's mind.

"Make sure you don't shred him too much or the boss will have our heads. They want this one in good shape too."

It had been several years since he had come across any fighter who would stoop so low as to use nail-embedded weapons. A whistle from the side had Keisuke's reflexes dropping his height. He twisted away from the noise and felt a cold draft flutter through his hair. A hard back step with his elbow tucked up and back rammed into the person still behind him. Keisuke heard the sounds of a hard cough, pained groan, and wheeze, but did not take time to look at who he had hurt. A bokken tumbled to the ground over his shoulder as Keisuke surged upward knocking the other man off his back.

"Getting this mother fucker down is gonna be even harder than getting that vicious little crippled bastard on crutches! Nani the hell? This was supposed to be a cake job! We might not have the man power left to take this one down! He's as dangerous as Kurou."

The nail-studded bat was coming toward his face as cold fury blasted through Keisuke's heart. Keisuke avoided the main direction of the intended blow as his outer shoulder's skin burst into flames. The attacker's arms with the studded bat swung past. "Don't hit his face, baka! This one's gotta stay pretty too, Gatou!" Another of the thugs bellowed at the fighter Keisuke sought to evade.

Keisuke had no idea who had told the gangsters to keep his face intact, and did not care. The blond leapt forward with all his weight and strength focused on his weapon's swing. He caught the cap wearing fighter in the gut forcing his hard swing to its conclusion. His legs were braced to gain maximum traction on the icy pavement. The smaller man's feet came up off the ground as he flew backward toward the FD. Keisuke slid to the side and pivoted to face the other fighters without a backward glance. A solid crunch and higher pitched crackling from the FD's location caught Keisuke's ears, but he was already engaging his next opponents and had no time to investigate. A silent groan over having damaged his FD flashed through Keisuke's mind but he did not have the luxury of feeling remorse.

"Kami-sama, you gotta be kidding me! How the fuck can he be strong enough to put Gatou through a wind shied? Fuck worrying about keeping this bastard pretty. We gotta take him down fast even if it is the hard way!" The voice came from his right side Keisuke noted as he moved to evade.

"Plan three don't cut it with this one. Nani can we do other than use lethal force?"

Keisuke lunged forward to evade the attacker he sensed instead of saw. The blond slipped into a low stance, facing another gangster as he avoided another hard swing from the one to his right. He could hear another car closing on their location as he focused on turning his opponents' weapons against each other.

His free hand scooped low before he grasped a weapon was bearing down on a vital spot. Shockwaves ripped through his hand and up his arm as Keisuke clung to the wet, sticky end and shoved hard sideways to ease the full brunt of impact as it ripped along his arm's length. He had protected his torso. His confiscated weapon was brought into play by Keisuke's undamaged arm as agony shimmered along his other one. Keisuke jabbed forward hard to slam into his opponent's mid-section. He used his legs and upper body strength to its maximum potential in the close range attack. The hard impact dropped the man to his knees as his hands released the lug nut buster. A hard kick to the man's jaw sent him skidding away.

Two more men charged Keisuke at the same time. Keisuke spun and deflected their strikes with the iron bar he had captured in his injured hand and the bat. Keisuke threw the tire iron hard into another fighter's face before the man could evade or block with his own weapon. Keisuke slammed the end of the bat into another thug's jaw. His injured hand screamed in protest at having to wrap around the bat's end. Keisuke ignored the agony as he swung hard feeling the final jarring that climbed the aluminum weapon's length surge like a surge of electrocution through his limb. The last fighter was caught across the shoulder and upper arm as Keisuke shifted to a leg braced, weight backed full swing. The last man crumbled onto the pavement over a foot away.

Weapons littering the snow. Some had left trails of dark stain as they rolled to their final rest. A sick twisting throughout Keisuke's gut and chest cut off his breath. He knew the stains were blood. Keisuke had seen Takumi's deformed crutch on the ground beside Kenta's S-14. He knew how it had gotten mangled beyond recognition. Keisuke's hands were most likely coated with Takumi's blood from the confiscated weapon he held.

The injured fighters he had finished off was eloquent proof that the Red Suns had done damage before they were taken down. They had tried to protect Takumi. Images of hood and fender dents, stained, hard packed snow, a bent and broken crutch, and shattered headlamps of Kenta's S-14 flooded Keisuke's mind, telling the story of minasan's valiant fight. The truth of how badly Takumi had been mangled slapped Keisuke in the face as one of these thug's words about a vicious, crippled little bastard rang in his ears.

Having faced the same nail studded bat, Keisuke understood how Takumi had been taken down. Seeing the blood covered bats and bokken scattered on the ground left no room for denial that Takumi really was badly injured, in and serious trouble. Arai had escaped with his badly injured life mate. There was little possibility that Arai would try to keep Takumi alive. Pain bored through Keisuke's core shattering his emotions and thoughts. Nothing mattered any longer. His lucid half shut down. Blind hatred rose like a tidal wave to snuff any flickers of compassion Keisuke had within himself.

The man closest to him groaned. A darkness filled Keisuke's being as he saw the coward move with a feeble jerk. It was not a conscious thought that moved his body as Keisuke stepped toward the downed fighter. Keisuke had no idea what he did next. A wooden Kendo sword was shoving hard against the end of his confiscated bat to protect the man he wanted dead. His bat failed to connect with the downed man's head was all Keisuke understood. A high-pitched scream was directed at him.

Keisuke could not determine how it had happened. Someone had not been destroyed for the sin of hurting Takumi. Keisuke whirled and faced the new opponent. The image of a panting onna made no impression as Keisuke slipped to the side, prepared to finish off the attacker he had somehow missed.

The black-haired onna screamed at him, yet Keisuke could not grasp her words. Images of Takumi's expressions flashed in his mind's eye. His instinct noted the posture of his opponent. This was going to be much more difficult than the others Keisuke knew without thinking. The onna shifted her weight and brought her shinai up at an angle that deflected Keisuke's next blow before he realized he had unleashed it. The bat bounced away without doing any harm.

"Bratlet! Stop it!"

Keisuke braced for the expected charge as his own weapon completed the arc. Something was wrong his instincts knew as the attack did not come to nail him before he could fully recover. This fighter was too experienced to ignore such a perfect set up.

"Stop it, Keisuke! We have to go after the van with your teammates they nabbed!"

The voice was familiar, but Keisuke's anger drowned recognition. "Stay in the car Hiroshi! Go near bratlet and you'll wind up dead right now! He's completely out of his head!"

Another voice, this one male screamed back. "Sachi-sama, Fujiwara needs help now! Keisuke's windshield's busted so he can't go after Arai's van. We've got to get the one car moved and him in your FC right now."

Another spark tried to find purchase but was blocked by the numb despair pervading Keisuke's soul. The insistence in the voices, and fear both contained began to push back against the cold rage consuming Keisuke's mind. Something was wrong. Keisuke shook his head, trying to latch onto elusive information he needed. He remained braced against the onna he felt he should know. He knew these voices. Keisuke tried to liberate the memory from the numbness consuming him.

"Bratlet, you've got to help me get to that Fujiwara kid before it's too late. He'll bleed to death if you keep fighting with me. You've got to calm down, and get in my car so we can go after them. I need your help, Keisuke-kun. That kid's life depends on us getting out of here right now!"

"Sachi-sama's right, Keisuke-san. Fujiwara and Fumihiro are in danger. Let me and Sagiya deal with these cowards. They aren't going anywhere. Fujiwara and Fumihiro need you right now!"

The rage he felt shifted as the voices and faces clicked in his head. A look back showed Keisuke that Hiroshi was beside Sachi's FC. Sagiya was trotting toward the sideways facing car intent on moving it. The weapon in Keisuke's hands slid free of his grip and bounced on the ground.

"This is all my fault. I have no idea which branch of the intersection they used to get out of here. I have no idea how to find Takumi. I failed him and can't even save him now."

Sachi called to him. "Onēchan's already called for help, Nīchan. The emergency dispatch said they're sending ambulances and the Kēsatsu. She told them that some of the attackers got away with two of your friends and one was bleeding a lot. She described the van Arai was driving, so they are sealing off the area and putting out an emergency bulletin to every Kēsatsukan in this area. We should be able to get Fumihiro and your other friend back before morning."

Keisuke nodded as his knees buckled. "Arigato, Onēsama." The wheat haired racer's eyes blurred with tears. "How could I let this happen to Takumi? I should have stayed with him to make sure he was safe."

"Keisuke-san . . ." Hiroshi's voice sounded strained as he spoke.

"This is all my fault. I heard a couple of them say I was the other one they were supposed to grab while we were fighting. Gomen nasai, minasan. I should have stayed at the top with Takumi even if he was growling at me to train. He'd be fine if I'd stayed put."

A gentle hand touched Keisuke's shoulder. "Keisuke-kun? It's going to be alright. They will both be fine. The Kēsatsu will help Fumihiro and Takumi once they're found. I'm sure they'll catch Arai very soon."

"You don't understand. This is my fault, . . . all my damned fault, Sachi. Takumi's badly hurt because of my stupidity. Kami-sama, let Takumi be saved in time."

Keisuke could hear the mournful dirge of distant sirens. "That must be the ambulances, and Kēsatsu. Look, your friend, Takumi may not be in very bad shape. I'm sure he'll be Ok. Trust me, Keisuke. Fumihiro's with him so he has someone to watch his back until help gets to them."

Keisuke's phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and answered out of habit. "Moshi Moshi."

"Keisuke, The traffic jam's cleared away and we're almost to Akagi now. Gomen we didn't call earlier."

"Tohji? Where the hell are you three?"

"About eight or nine minutes from Akagi base's tourist center. Naze?"

"Keep your eyes peeled for a dark utility minivan with a light colored luxury sedan playing escort. Arai grabbed Takumi and Fumihiro and shoved them into the van. I just finished off two cars worth of toughs."

"Holy shit! Describe the van, Keisuke."

"Minasan, Tohji and Akimoto are almost here. I need a good description of the van, quick."

Hiroshi grabbed his phone. "Look for a dark blue snub-nose utility use van with a lighter colored, wavy stripe graphic along the side. It's a common, late eighties model. It has forward facing windows only. There are no windows behind the driver's door section. The escort car is a blizzard white nineteen-ninety-three Mercedes Benz luxury edition. Here's Keisuke-san back." Hiroshi handed the cell back.

"You got that?" Keisuke demanded as he put the phone back to his ear shoving his finger into his other ear to make sure he could hear Tohji over the baleful whine of much louder sirens.

"Hai. We'll call . . . see a utility class . . . a Benz that fits. . . Sounds like . . . Kēsatsu. They . . . roads."

Keisuke winced as his mind pieced his words together. "Hai. Shinobu called earlier. Sachi and I have to get the damned cars blocking her FC moved so we can go after the damned van. I've gotta go, Tohji!"

"Keisuke, don't you dare move!" Tohji bellowed loud enough to make out his words. Keisuke knew the older man had a point, yet the idea of leaving his lover in the hands of someone hellbent on revenge terrified Keisuke. "The Kēsatsu . . . talk to you . . . to save your lover! Takumi's best chance . . . depends on you helping . . . Kēsatsu!" Tohji's bellowed answers across the phone line was being drowned out by siren wails, but the things Keisuke heard sounded as if Tohji wanted to comfort him. "Don't go . . . -ke. . . . there soon. You've . . . calm and let . . . handle. . . . fine. I don't know . . . there's got . . . reason . . . insanity."

The sirens were too loud to hear anything Tohji might be saying so Keisuke cut off anything else he might be saying. "Arai's after revenge and he's as obsessed with Takumi as Mogi was, Tohji. He brought gangsters along that beat the hell out of Takumi. One of the gangsters I dropped was using a nail studded bat. Most of the weapons have his blood on them. There's a couple emergency vehicles pulling up so I can't hear you. I'll explain the rest when you get here. Ja na."

Keisuke hit the end button. The blond fighter blew out a hard breath. He prayed the Kēsatsu could save Takumi since he had failed to protect the man he loved with the sum of his being. Brilliant flashes of light spiraled overhead as two ambulances ground to a halt on the other side of the sedans that blocked the road. Uniformed shadows were piling out of vehicles and swarming over the area as Keisuke felt scalding to icy rivulets scraping over his cheeks.

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