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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
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- 9-AFL 9
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- 12-AFL 12
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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 viewpoint separated by ~~oo0oo~~ symbol.

CHAPTER 34

"Minasan, how are you feeling?" Ryosuke spoke as he entered the common room. Hiroshi looked at his friend with unease. He had seen how upset Keisuke was when he found that Fujiwara was missing. Keisuke was in love with Fujiwara, and Ryosuke had known all along. Hiroshi felt he had lost Ryosuke's trust because he had not told him.

Kenta gave the dark-haired rotary brother his own greeting. Kashiwazaki and Nakajo also greeted Ryosuke as he stopped at the foot of Hiroshi's bed. Keisuke stared out the window as if he had not even heard his brother Hiroshi noticed from the corner of his eye.

"My pride's shredded right now, but, otherwise I'll be fine in a few days, Ryosuke-san. I said I'd help keep an eye on Fujiwara while Keisuke trained. I never dreamed Arai would show up with powerful gangsters though. I'm really not a fighter so I failed badly last night. I couldn't even get a call through in time to Keisuke-san to save Fujiwara."

"Gomen na that minasan got hurt trying to defend Fujiwara. I had minasan's vehicles transported to Etsuya's family shop. All of them are waiting for retrieval once you are released from the hospital. Etsuya's also going to repair the damage to your car, Kenta. He's also going to get the FD repaired and cleaned up as soon as the police release both cars to his shop."

"Domo for getting my car to a safe place, Ryosuke-san. I'm sure Etsuya's family will do a great job of fixing my S-14." Kenta spoke up with obvious relief. The others echoed the sentiment moments later. Only Keisuke remained quiet Hiroshi noticed.

"The Kēsatsu have given me information to pass along. They found a bag on the ground that had residues of chloroform inside at the top lot last night. They must have drugged Fujiwara and Fumihiro once they had them down. It's fortunate Keisuke wasn't with you or he would probably be missing also. The Kēsatsu are looking for Arai Umito and the others involved. It seems Arai's younger onēchan has been missing for some time. The Kēsatsu had no leads to go on until now. They think the kidnapings last night may be related to her disappearance from her private school."

Hiroshi frowned at Ryosuke's calm words. "Matte. Arai said it was for revenge and hard cash last night. Do you think he was saying that to hide his onēchan's abduction?"

Kenta spoke up which annoyed Hiroshi who wanted to continue with the topic. "Keisuke-san isn't doing well, Ryosuke-san. He's not speaking at all. Nani can we do to help him right now?"

Ryosuke sighed with a heavy tone that made Hiroshi feel even worse as he looked at his silent younger brother. "He's terrified over Fujiwara's disappearance with very good reason, Kenta. Keisuke can't handle losing Fujiwara. We can only pray that he's found very soon, minasan. As badly injured as Fujiwara most likely is, the longer he's missing, the less likely he'll survive. Keisuke is well aware of that. There was too much blood on the weapons confiscated last night. Most of it matches Fujiwara's as Keisuke guessed it would. However, the fact that Arai mentioned orders and cash involved means Fujiwara should be kept alive if it is at all possible. The same rule should apply to Fumihiro and Matsimoto."

Hiroshi felt his mouth drop open, and eyes widen as he registered the use of Matsimoto's name. He watched Ryosuke stride to his brother's bed and lay a hand on his shoulder. Keisuke looked up at him, but said nothing as they searched each others' faces.

Ryosuke sounded tired. "Whatever this monetary compensation, and orders are about, they insure that Fumihiro and Fujiwara are both alive. Matsimoto's car was found dumped in the river this morning, but there's no trace of him. Arai hasn't returned to his home, but the Kēsatsu are going through it to find answers as we speak. They will find answers, Otouto. Someone powerful, with enough resources to pull off something like this is behind everything. Whoever is behind this must want Fujiwara alive. Otherwise, naze didn't they simply kill him last night and leave his body behind?"

Keisuke sighed and faced them all. His brows were creased at a dangerous angle. "They were supposed to grab me too. The thugs were telling each other to keep my face pretty. I don't understand that part of this attack. The other clue they left was mentioning my enemies having all the power this time. I have a very bad feeling about Arai's comments, Aniki. I need to talk to Akimoto and the others to get answers about this enemy. Takumi's going to run out of time if I don't get out of here today."

Nakajo spoke as fear began to course through Hiroshi. This was additional dire news. Matsimoto's disappearance shook the dark-haired street racer. If his car was found in the river, it meant Matsimoto had not answered his phone when he was called because he had been abducted by the same people. "Ryosuke-san, Arai said that all of Project D was going to get what it deserved starting with Fujiwara! Where's Etsuya right now?"

Ryosuke turned and answered, "For now, he's fine. We're all being cautious, Hiroshi. A pair of kēsatsukan are stationed outside this door, and checking all identifications before anyone can enter. If someone is not on the list of acceptable visitors, they aren't admitted into this room. That rule includes people wearing medical uniforms. You're all safe with those precautions in place. This situation should be stopped in a day or two. Fumihiro and Fujiwara will be back before we have a chance to really miss them."

Keisuke snorted, gave his brother a dark look, and snapped. "Easy for you to say, Aniki. You didn't lose the person you love." Ryosuke stepped back from his bedside as if burned by his brother's fierce glare. Keisuke turned back toward the window.

Hiroshi stared down at his clenched fists. Keisuke was in obvious pain. He heard it clearly in the blond's voice now that he was talking. "You know, . . . this isn't your fault, Keisuke-san. Nobody knew Arai had gangster friends. That must be behind him demanding you get rid of Akimoto and the others. Being bisexual or gay had nothing to do with his objections that night. He was following someone else's orders. Fujiwara asked Arai if he ran Takeuchi off the road too. Arai refused to answer him. I think Fujiwara's right about Takeuchi since he was at the last battle too. I told the Kēsatsu about Fujiwara's question. They may find minasan together if they get leads from Arai's home. That leaves the question of naze this happened, Keisuke-san. I know you and Ryosuke-san can figure it out of you work together. That's the fastest way to save Fujiwara, our friends, and Project D."

"I've got the best chance of figuring everything out, Hiroshi. So, shut the hell up, and leave me alone to think!" Keisuke snarled in a chest deep growl that made Hiroshi glad he was the farthest from the blond's bed.

The dark-haired rotary brother shook his head, and backed away from his brother's bed. Ryosuke waved goodbye to the rest of them, and left the room with a slow stride. Hiroshi lay back against his pillow with a grimace. He wondered about how Nakamura, and the rest of them would evade whatever had befallen Matsimoto, Fujiwara, and Fumihiro if the Kēsatsu failed to find the answers they needed to save the other Project D members already missing.

~~oo0oo~~

Hollow booming roused Takumi from a blessed interval of apathetic insensibility. He heard heavy thuds against the hard cold floor upon which he sat. Part of Takumi's mind wondered if he was about to die as he was roused by the loud noise. The other part of himself wondered at his lack of fear when the thought formed. Takumi's mind remained strangely detached from the situation. Where Fumihiro had been taken upon their arrival, Takumi could not guess. He had almost ceased to care as he wavered between agonized alertness, and stupefied dazes.

Nausea had finally receded if only because Takumi had been hurting so long he could no longer discern separate aches and pains. Perhaps it was the cold that made his injuries bearable Takumi thought, returning to awareness against his better judgement. The only thing Takumi held as certainty was this misery reminding him that he was very much alive every time he awoke. Yet, an absolute belief that Keisuke was alive kept Takumi oddly at peace within this dire circumstance.

Something had been thrown over his head and tied in place during his journey to wherever he was located. Takumi suspected he had been thrown into the van since it had the most room to carry tied up people. The lack of visual clues as the vehicle moved kept Takumi ignorant of his whereabouts as he faded in and out of consciousness. The jolting, rhythmic sways, and vibrations of being transported had stopped long ago. Nobody had bothered removing either sack, or gag after he was jerked from the back of the van and tied up here. The duration Takumi had been in this place was beyond him to figure out because time no longer existed.

Although he was not swaying back and forth, trussed hand and foot like a piglet on a spit, Takumi remained far from comfortable. A pounding skull was only the beginning of his misery as he listened to the clunking sound of shoes echoing from unseen walls. Takumi could no longer swallow because he had no saliva left, complements of the gag in his mouth. Thirst had made his throat so dry it hurt to breathe. Yet, his breath continued to rasp with painful results whenever Takumi became conscious.

His ears had previously roared in the silence he had been stuffed into. Chill damp surrounded him, causing intermittent shivers that wracked his frame. Many of the shivers had awoken him from blissful dozes that spared him from acute pain. Soft clinks, whenever Takumi shook, reminded him that he had been chained with his hands over his head. Arms and shoulders screamed a desperate plea for blood flow because of the position in which Takumi found himself bound. Manacled wrists stung from Takumi's desperate fight against the rough cords used to keep him tied while he was in the van. He had made the painful sting much worse by his initial fight against the cold metal he now wore, but could not see.

The wall was hard, rough, and gritty, most likely some kind of cheap brick, or cinder block construction Takumi had decided at some point. Hard shivers, or any careless movements, made the rough texture abrade exposed patches of torn skin on his back. The floor was equally hard and frigid under Takumi's rump. His body was again throbbing from injuries received during his previous struggle. His right thigh again cramped. He had been hit in the brace by one of the bats Takumi had tried to deflect with his mangled crutch. The nineteen-year-old no longer smelled an iron heavy scent or felt slow warm rivulets of fresh blood. Perhaps his cuts no longer oozed blood every time he shivered, or so Takumi guessed.

Voices accompanied the steady treads that echoed around him. His heart thudded against his ribs as Takumi tensed for whatever was to come. "I don't know how we are going to get out of this mess that damned incompetent of yours has created, Ideguchi. Quai-Tou was insane so couldn't help but be a baka. This move, however, is absolutely idiotic. He should not have picked up unnecessary extras." The thick cultured accent could only come from a foreigner Takumi assumed as he concentrated on the voices.

A deeper, edgy voice replied. "Do you have any idea how much these bastards have already cost my syndicate? I won't let any of them get away. Even if that moron screwed up, I'm telling you we have to make examples of the other punks your boss doesn't want. I know Arai thinks they can be used as leverage against Takahashi. I wonder naze he thinks Takahashi's changed enough to think about their safety."

The thick foreign accent again filled his ears. "Takahashi is incapable of genuine consideration for others. His hard character will not let friendship get in his way. Mitani Akiho gave us irrevocable proof of how aloof Takahashi is when she was sent to undermine his power. Your spy is wrong to think Takahashi will let friendship hold his actions in check. These extras you rounded up also compromised our objectives, Ideguchi. You've endangered our profits out of vindictiveness. You altered lady Kahori's exquisite original plan without permission. This is not the first time you've destroyed our objectives."

"All of Project D is responsible for the seizures. They all have to pay for interfering with our operations!"

"Had you done your job the way Crow asked, Quai-Tou wouldn't have run amok. Your syndicate wouldn't have lost those shipments to seizures had you been firm with your guest. Your group was warned several times to keep Quai-Tou in check, and you ignored Crow's warnings. Now, you're having to crawl on your bellies to Lady Kahori to try and find a solution to your financial ruin. She found the correct method, yet you can't leave well enough alone, can you?"

'Quai-Tou was the name of that man Mogi got the gun from if I remember correctly. That means, . . . the things that happened to Fumihiro, . . . and the others at Akagi, . . . it's all my fault. If I had left Project D when I found out about Keisuke, none of them would be in trouble right now. I remember someone mentioning some kind of drug bust because of Mogi's friend too. Kami-sama, that's the reason for Itsuke's disappearance.'

The deeper voice rumbled with anger. " Kurou's warnings weren't taken seriously because he gave us no proof that we needed to curtail Quai-Tou. The other two can die in the most vicious way I can dream up since they aren't part of the deal with Lady Kahori, according to you, Tung Tzu. If we make gruesome examples of them, everyone with outstanding debts will pay them off. If they aren't useful as bait, I'll get rid of them my own way."

"That's for Lady Kahori to decide, Ideguchi. Think before you do anything else rash. As things stand, this disaster will no doubt make headlines, and cause unfortunate questions we did not want asked by the Yakuza, and the authorities."

"They're nothing but street racers that think they're hotshots. Word will spread fast if I kill the other two. That's the kind of publicity we need right now." Creaking hinges close by alerted Takumi that he was about to be visited.

'Two? Do they mean Fumihiro and Itsuke? I don't want to see Itsuke or Fumihiro die. Onegai, Kami-sama, . . . don't let them get their hands on Keisuke. I can't handle Keisuke dying. It's hard enough seeing it in my damned nightmares. Keep Keisuke safe for me, Kami-sama. I'm begging you!'

Loathing tore at Takumi's guts as he prayed with the sum of his being. However he felt, there was no time left for him to dissolve into self disgust. Takumi concentrated on learning what he could about his future, and every person that they had stolen.

The medium timbered voice flowed to Takumi. "The two I've seen so far are more valuable alive. Stop throwing away profits to amuse your sadistic pleasures, Ideguchi. They're still in good shape which is remarkable considering your obvious incompetence. Just because you have no sense of esthetic appeal, doesn't mean others are blind."

"Do you think they can work off the syndicate's losses through one of Kahori's slut houses? Not likely. Nobody's going to pay very much to buy them if you ship them to slavers in other countries either. That only leaves demanding ransoms as an option. We're talking over one hundred million yen lost from one warehouse, Tung-Tzu. Those two aren't worth that kind of money to anyone." That deeper angry resonance scoffed.

'One hundred million yen? No way! Nobody can pay off that kind of debt! How the hell could anyone pay that kind of money? There's no way any of us have enough if they split the sum into three equal portions, and everyone we know pitches in to save one of us! Nani the hell?'

'Oyaji couldn't raise that kind of money if he tried! The shop barely pays his regular bills. He doesn't have the kind of credit needed to borrow a fraction of that! Then again, Oyaji kicked me out so he'd refuse to even try to come up with the ransom because I chose Keisuke. There's no way in hell my life's worth even a fraction of that amount. Knowing Keisuke, he'll try to come up with it though. Kami-sama, I don't believe this!'

"Have I ever been wrong about any commodity I agree Lady Kahori should invest in? I was trained from the age of four to discern the value of humans for a reason. I learned from the greatest traders of our time. Kahori would destroy me if I made mistakes!" That thick accent was getting easier to understand Takumi realized.

'Keisuke's family combined probably doesn't have enough wealth to save even one of us. Then again, I have no idea how wealthy Keisuke's family is, or the kinds of salaries that isha sans normally make. I never let Keisuke tell me how much was in his trust fund. I didn't want to know because I thought it would make things messy. His previous girlfriends' attitudes left Keisuke feeling like he was only a bank account.'

"Uh, . . ." The deeper voice sounded strange.

"Well?" Irritation laced the thick accent.

"How the hell should I know? I'm not a flesh peddler!" The deeper voice growled after a few moments hesitation. Takumi felt someone looming over his aching body. He was surprised by the heat of the fingers that wrapped around his arm. A sharp prick behind the cold metal cuff caught Takumi off guard.

"That should do it. Hold this . . . Now, let's see this one. If we're fortunate, this is the shonen Kahori contracted with the lot of you to get her hands on." Anticipation colored the foreign accented voice Takumi heard near his ear.

Takumi felt a brush at the base of his throat, and knew the bag was being untied. The soft voice muttered sing song words he did not understand. A few more breaths, and the bag came off his head. The teen blinked in the dim light. "I need more light." The foreigner's voice had an imperious edge.

Pain lanced through Takumi's skull as he was blinded a moment later. He dropped his chin against his chest with his eyes closed. His head was jerked up by a strong hand grabbing a fistful of his hair. The teen barely managed a sound as an involuntary groan sought expression. There was a moment of complete silence before Takumi heard a soft clucking of a tongue from whomever was hunched over him.

The heavy accented voice was quiet, but authoritative. "Open your eyes, shonen. Your life, . . . and your three friends' lives, . . . depend on your cooperation."

For a moment Takumi thought about resisting. The comment about three friends' lives shook him to his core. His eyes opened and Takumi blinked, trying to focus on the man next to him. His vision swam with a vibrant array of yellow, red, and black that aggravated the throbbing in Takumi's skull. He could not get his eyes to focus. His ears picked up the stranger's gasp as Takumi sought to make out details. The fist holding his head up, released his hair.

"This shonen is an absolute gem. This is the reason you should take better care of prisoners, Ideguchi. Do you have any idea how valuable this shonen is? He's the one Lady Kahori chose, and is willing to pay so much to get her hands on."

Feathers starting to swirl around in Takumi's brain as he listened to the soft voice.

'Naze is my head getting weird on me? Matte, did he drug me? Damn it! I have to stay awake long enough to find out who this Kahori is. Nani does she want with me at any rate?'

"I'm looking at a stupid punk shonen with a big attitude that supposedly kicked several of my best enforcers' asses. I doubt anyone will be all that hot to buy any of the movies Kahori wants him to make."

"Baka, this shonen is absolutely gorgeous, even in this sorry state. He'll certainly make profits for your Syndicate as Kahori-sama surmised. Do you have any idea how much Lady Kahori's wealthier clients will pay to get their hands on this sensual shonen? Once trained correctly, this shonen has the potential to make a vast fortune, Ideguchi."

"He looks rather shabby, and weak to me. I wonder how he did so much damage to my crew. I doubt Lady Kahori's going to want him for her stable anymore. He's been cut to ribbons because my enforcers swear it was the only way to take him down. Don't your clients prefer undamaged commodities in the slave trade?"

Takumi felt his eyes widen as the conversation these strangers were having sank in. The colorful blur hovering over him had become a middle-aged oriental man with long dark hair and a thin flowing beard. The man's clothing gave off the subtle sheen of high grade silk in a Chinese-traditional style the nineteen-year-old had seen on television countless times.

Mental commands to kick out went unheeded. His body refused to obey Takumi's desperate desire to fight. Whether his lack of motion was from the severity of his injuries, extreme thirst, or whatever the Chinaman had injected into his arm, Takumi had no clue. All he knew was that this man intended to violate him, or sell him to someone who would do unspeakable things to him.

"Not always so, Ideguchi. Some find scars attractive. This shonen is not weak either. Weak people can't survive without medical treatment, or sustenance, after sustaining so many injuries. Not only that, but this shonen's eyes, lips, and somewhat pointed chin tell a very different story to those of us who understand subtle clues about dispositions."

The tall, paunchy man close to the door sneered. "Clues huh? All I see is a beat up looking punk that cost our Syndicate a vast fortune."

"This shonen has a very sensual nature. Look at his mouth. His lips are lush, full, . . . almost pouting, but not quite. Many would say his lips beg to be kissed."

"Who cares?"

"Those with mouths like his are often quite talented at inflaming their partners orally, Ideguchi. His eyes are wide set, and heavy lidded so they give the impression that he's sleepy, or daydreaming. Such eyes are often referred to as bedroom eyes for a reason. They give off a very blatant message about his exploitable potential. These things are all characteristics of individuals that thrive on very lascivious, and sensual sexuality that can become addictive. If we bring out this untapped potential, he'll produce profits for many years."

"If you say so. You're the flesh peddler's expert. I'm not into shonen, so I could care less. As long as the money comes through, and Takahashi actually gets destroyed this time, that's all that matters to me." Takumi heard the heavier man grumble.

The strange Oriental shook his head and faced him as if the paunchy man were of no consequence. The Chinaman's lecture horrified Takumi. He was being stared at as if he were some kind of rare trophy. It irritated Takumi that he lacked the strength to do anything more than glare in return.

The Chinaman's hands were graceful as he tilted Takumi's head with upraised brows to study him again. "Oho, such a rare prize. Not many orientals have such eyes. I thought they were average brown, but I see green and blue swirling in them now. You have such lovely, multicolored, fuck-me eyes. You'll do quite well once we patch you up, and you've been trained. Soon you'll be moved to your new quarters, shonen,"

The man leered at Takumi for a moment more, and vented a soft chortle. His hand released Takumi's chin and rubbed against his other hand in a disconcerting manner. He was obviously making plans of some kind. Takumi would have swallowed his bile if he could. He was already using every ounce of will left to keep his eyes focused on the stranger. Takumi could not stomach this conversation. The comment about training that had followed his lecture about sensual, highly sexual personalities terrified Takumi.

Takumi's vision had darkened around the edges and gotten fuzzier. The teen tried to keep glaring at the sick and twisted man he faced. His thoughts and awareness spiraled down into darkness as the man's continued elation flowed into his ears.

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