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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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- 1-All For Love
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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. *Controversial tag. I did research before writing this chapter. Slavery is a grim reality that few people have the strength to look upon.

CHAPTER 38

Chikato jumped between him and Shitamura, speaking frantically. "Matte, Keisuke-nī. Calm down. This guy's got nothing to do with Project D getting attacked. He's been locked up so he couldn't warn you that the attack was coming!"

"Then how the fuck does he know where Fujiwara and the others are?" Keisuke snarled in return.

The terrified dealer took over the narrative. "I only know about the reason for the attack happening. Shimoda-sama sent Kurou-sama to bring me to Tokyo a few weeks ago. Ideguchi-san made me keep track of your daily routines all this time, Keisuke-san. Shimoda-sama knew that and needed some idea of how they would attack you and Fujiwara. I was under orders to keep tabs on you, so Shimoda-sama figured I'd know your routines. He was trying to stop three of his underlings from attacking you and your teammates. Gouhara, Ideguchi and Kahori are behind the attacks on you, Fujiwara, and the others. Shimoda-sama was having one hell of a hard time regaining control over them. He leveled with me and said if shit fell apart on his end to make sure I warned you."

"Naze didn't you say something the day you got back?" Keisuke snarled.

"Ideguchi nailed me the day after I got back from the Tokyo meeting. I never got the chance to speak to you, Keisuke-san. Ideguchi-san locked me up in a basement. Chikato-kun found out where I was, and rescued me late last night. I found out a few hours ago that Gouhara and his pals have also murdered Shimoda-sama. That happened three days before they sent fully trained Enforcers to attack your team on Akagi. Someone knew about the meeting you arranged to have at the restaurant. I don't know who told Ideguchi-san it was going to happen. I only know they planned to grab you, and Fujiwara after you left the restaurant that night because I overheard Ideguchi talking about it."

Several gangsters in the group were shuffling around, looking even angrier than before. Yuudai spoke before anyone else. "How do we know you're telling the truth? You're nothing but a low life drug pusher. Nani reasons do you have to warn Keisuke? Worse, your supposed warning's coming way too late, asshole. Naze bother showing up?"

"I'm here because Kurou-sama will be here soon. He's coming from Tokyo with a briefcase that has a copy of the plan Kahori and Gouhara used to overthrow Shimoda-sama. Those two have split the Syndicate into divisions. There's a damned war going on between the Syndicate lieutenants in Tokyo Prefecture right now. Quai-Tou was Gouhara, Ideguchi and a couple others from the Syndicate's lap dog. I heard he had some serious Black Market Chinese connections that the Syndicate wanted. Shimoda-sama told them to control Quai-Tou, and they ignored his orders. Shimoda-sama tore into them over the shooting, but the seizures almost bankrupted most the lieutenants." Shitamura answered.

"Nani does that have to do with Project D being hunted, Shitamura?" Teru asked as he made a warning gesture to ward off the angry group.

"Instead of accepting blame for screwing up, the lieutenants took the old whore's plan to make Keisuke-san pay for causing trouble a second time. Shimoda-sama said no and the desperate lieutenants ousted Shimoda, in favor of Gouhara. The Yakuza was looking into the shooting when Gouhara and Kahori used some phantom web site's early profits to get the panicking members to sign onto their plan. Keisuke-san and Walking Man has been a sore point for several of the higher ups for a long time. Kahori promised to make them all enough money to save themselves by humiliating you and your teammate, Keisuke-san."

Teru jumped on the other man's rapid spoken explanation."Nani's the name of the Phantom site?"

Keisuke yanked out of Akimoto and Shinsei's hold and turned to the wiry man asking the question. Shitamura answered with a confused expression as he scratched his head. "Heavenly Hotrods, or something like that. I only glanced over the documents Shimoda-sama showed me the one time, so I might have the name wrong. He told me to clear out of the area after warning Keisuke-san that things were going very wrong."

"You mean, Heaven's His Hot Rod, don't you?" Teru snapped.

Shitamura shrugged. "That sounds about right. But, I can't be certain since I only saw the papers the one time."

Keisuke was frowning as he watched Teru. He was trying to comprehend the other man's sudden obsession with a web-site. After a few moments the earlier comment about hacking a phantom site returned with a vengeance. Teru had said someone's girlfriend had been visiting a phantom site link gotten from a Project D fan site chat room.

"All I remember for sure is that there's some kind of yaoi manga that old whore's making her slaves draw. It features you and Fujiwara. When you two got shot her profits skyrocketed because of the rumors that started making rounds on the streets. Kahori's been raking in money in unbelievable amounts since that happened, Keisuke-san. While Kahori's got control of Akiho and her onēchan, Akiho's got no choice but obey her. Kurou-sama and Shimoda-sama told me that. They told me that Kahori butchered her Onīchan for arguing over orders to kill you, Keisuke-san. Now, that old whore's using Akiho's onēchan, and a child that's supposed to be her musuko against her."

Keisuke stared at the despicable man who ducked back behind Chikato, desperate for a shield. "Nani did you just say?"

Shitamura remained close to Chikato as he looked back at him, obviously terrified. "I didn't know anything until Kurou-sama told me. He said I had to know some things to tell you about. Because if he and Shimoda-sama failed to stop them in time, I had to tell you to save yourself and your teammate. Kurou said Akiho's 'Kāsan sold her and her two younger siblings to Kahori to pay off a big drug debt when Akiho was eleven. Ideguchi made a contract with Kahori to break up your gang so he could entrench in the Akagi area. Akiho had two younger siblings to protect so Kahori sent her with orders to break up Walking Man or her younger siblings would be tortured and killed. Kahori told her to pose as a Yankee, and get into your gang as a member, Keisuke-san. She was supposed to create major disagreements that would break the gang's solidarity, and go back to Tokyo. Instead, she got sidetracked by you, and her younger siblings got hurt real bad because she took too long to finish the job."

"Matte. Are you saying Akiho was some kind of spy or something like that?" Keisuke heard the shock mirrored in his voice. He was not alone from the noises and oaths spouting from many lips of other members. They had all fallen for the lies that Akiho had spread.

"She's a slave, not a spy. Kahori's a really sick and twisted onna like most slave traders are. Akiho's younger siblings would be tortured and worse if she said anything about it to anyone. You could say Akiho knew she either kept her mouth shut or they died in very horrible ways."

"That means Akiho was always supposed to kill Keisuke-nī. Nani happened after she failed?" Ryota was rubbing his chin as he spoke up.

"Kurou said Ideguchi changed Shimoda's original contract with Kahori behind Shimoda-sama's back after Akiho was already here. Kurou told me Akiho argued to get out of killing you. Kahori let Ideguchi burn her younger nīchan alive in front of her to force her to try and kill you. Ideguchi told Akiho that her younger nēchan was next, handed her a gun, and told her to kill Keisuke-san before the week was up. You had caused a huge problem for Ideguchi's operation. The Syndicate had to deal with the problem one way or another. Kurou said to undermine your power base before you truly learned how to use it. He never advised killing anyone though. He's been mad as hell over Ideguchi's double cross for several years."

"So, does this Syndicate lieutenant, Kahori, have Fujiwara and the others under her control?"

"Kahori's not part of the Syndicate. She's only a, . . . I don't know, . . . a subcontractor maybe, . . . I don't really know how to describe her involvement. Shimoda-sama hated killing debtors, so he made a deal with Kahori for them to work off their debts in her whore houses around forty years ago. Once their debts get paid off, they were supposed to go free. Akiho and her family aren't supposed to still be slaves. But, . . . somehow Kahori's reneged on the deal she made with the Syndicate to gain Enforcer protection from her enemies. Shimoda-sama was trying to inform the highest ranking Yakuza Overlord about her going renegade when Gouhara's underlings murdered him."

Keisuke's legs were about to buckle. This story was so unreal he could barely grasp it. It was also chilling enough to make his guts twist in horror. It also answered questions he had harbored for years about his ex's fits of insanity. Akiho's odd behaviors, her problem with being outdoors, and several other things that had made no sense to him suddenly fell into place. As dazed as Keisuke felt, he doubted he could comprehend the brutal scenario. This tale was too outrageous to take seriously. Yet, if Shitamura was telling the truth, Takumi and the others were in very grave danger.

Takeuchi was the perfect person to torture to get Takumi to do anything demanded of him. Takumi had been protecting Takeuchi for years. He had told the nation that Takeuchi was the perfect weapon to use against him in his apology letter posted on Project D's main page. Keisuke would have retched if he had eaten anything in the last twenty-four hours. Being too depressed to feel hungry saved him from vomiting.

Akimoto growled close to his shoulder. "This is the most insane bull shit I've ever heard. Slavery's illegal. You're screwing with Keisuke's head, asshole. This isn't funny."

Teru jumped between Shitamura and Akimoto as the big gangster started toward the smaller man. "Whoa! Hang on, Akimoto. He may be telling the damned truth. It's because it's such an insane story that we need to keep our heads. The phantom site has to be considered. Shitamura mentioned the two most important parts of the site's name. Heaven's his Hot Rod is the site's name. I've been trying to hack into it to find out more about it. That site became the talk of all three Project D main fan site chat rooms within a week of the shooting. It seems like it's been around for a while, but the media coverage when Keisuke-nī and Fujiwara were shot suddenly gave the site a huge boost in popularity. People wanted to find out more about the rumors that were flying all over the streets, and the site fed into the rumors."

Akimoto growled, "Even so, . . . oh come on, Teru. Slavery? Get with the program. That's not possible. Slavery doesn't exist now."

Teru shook his head. "Slavery still exists in several countries. It's below government radars, but millions of onnas and shonen vanish from their homes every year. Every year, as many as three hundred thousand children in America are smuggled out of their country. They get sold in one of the slave trading friendly countries located in South America. Africa is also rumored to have several countries with slave trading centers that handles a lot of the European, Mediterranean, and Middle Eastern slaves. Slavery is a problem on a world wide scale, baka! There's a lot of proof that many youngsters, especially teenagers that are missing become slaves. Most are raped and sexually abused for slave trader profits. If you used your mind for something other than getting into trouble, you might know there's a possibility this damned slime ball's telling the truth, Akimoto."

Gingo stopped next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Keisuke-Nī, hang in there, and don't lose it after hearing this kind of story. Whether or not this sleaze ball's telling the truth, I can't say. I say we help find and rescue your teammates because of the newspaper articles and the hard proof that there was a drug bust after you got shot. I'll get hard proof before I believe a dope dealer's story. I plan to call in minasan I know to help tear Tokyo Prefecture apart with our bare hands starting immediately, with or without any of this nut job's proof."

Keisuke shook his head and sighed. "Someone grabbed Takeuchi. He's Takumi's best known weak spot. The reason Takeuchi vanished two weeks before the attack makes more sense now. If this Kahori and Gouhara have some plan that involves forcing Takumi to do something to pay off the drug seizures, Takeuchi's the best weapon she could get her hands on. Takumi considers Takeuchi his literal 'Nīchan, Gingo. Kami-sama, this happened to Takumi because of my old fight with the drug syndicate from my Walking Man days. My enemies have always been hard-core, but I never thought anything this insane could happen."

Shitamura was shaking his head. "This isn't your fault, Keisuke-san. Shimoda-sama forbid retaliation over the shooting and seizures. He said Project D was off limits because you didn't start this trouble. He ruled that breaking up Walking Man was enough revenge to take years ago, Keisuke-san. After that, Ideguchi was on his own to make or break himself. That's the reason the three major lieutenants' factions are fighting each other right now. Hakugi has control of the main opposed to Kahori and Gouhara's faction. He wants Shimoda's original decrees and laws upheld. Gouhara and Ideguchi are heading the revenge faction. They fear you, and are using their massive financial losses as an excuse to humiliate the hell out of you. They have always wanted revenge because of your gangster friends success in keeping them from dominating this area."

"Takumi, Matsimoto and Fumihiro are only missing because of my past! The Kēsatsu found evidence that Arai's been forced to help these bastards because his onēchan's being tortured to make him cooperate."

"I didn't know that, but with Ideguchi in the picture I can believe it's happening. I know Arai. Ideguchi had me paying him to watch you, Keisuke-san. He was desperate to pay for his Onēchan's private school education so took the deal offered. Ayame-chan's some kind of super genius. She's only seventeen, but she's almost completed a master's degree in quantum physics." Shitamura looked troubled as he spoke.

If not for his being a dealer, Keisuke might have thought Shitamura actually cared about the teenaged onna's welfare. "Who controls the third faction you mentioned?"

"Kurou-sama controls the third splinter faction. He's also opposed to any of your street racing team being held accountable for Quai-Tou's insanity. Kurou has a strong sense of justice, believe it or not. He's on your side. He controls the bulk of the Syndicate's brute strength. His men are all used to the enforcer's role in keeping order through Syndicate laws. Most of the Tokyo Prefecture enforcers are his fans, or actual followers. They revere him because he's such a nasty son of a bitch in a fight. You managed to stand toe to toe with Kurou and even sent him home hurt so they all respect you, Keisuke-san. One fighter's reverence for another fighter is going on in Kurou's faction. They also revered Shimoda-sama too. He was the only person Kurou has ever called a friend. His death will push Kurou's faction over the edge. You don't want to go to Tokyo Prefecture. That will definitely get you all killed."

Another car pulled up behind Chikato's. It was obviously from out of town. Tokyo Prefecture tags glared at Keisuke. The blond felt his hands clenching into fists. Shitamura twisted to see the new arrival also. After several moments passed without the new arrival getting out of the car, he was trotting toward the vehicle. Shitamura looked into the driver's side window and began cursing. "Chikato, get over here. Kurou-sama's hurt bad. There's bullet holes in his back windshield. Looks like they got him in the shoulder."

Those words sent Keisuke trotting toward the vehicle. Chikato glanced at him, following fast on his heels. They came up to the driver side window to stand a little behind Shitamura. A pale faced man with black hair and clothing greeted Keisuke's eyes. Memory flashed and roiled as he recognized the older version of the man he had fought. It had been the most brutal confrontation he had ever endured. Neither side had won. Both had been badly hurt as they fought like demons to gain the upper hand. Keisuke snapped back to the present.

". . . keep my word. However, I'll have to remove the bullet from my shoulder before I can deliver the copy. My shoulder's locked in position so I can't get the briefcase locks opened. I'm unable to get out of the car because I seem to have gotten hung on something. I tried to jerk forward but that failed to free me."

Keisuke had learned the hard way that some fighters were best left alone. Kurou had proven himself one of them as Keisuke recalled. Yet, the same man who had taught Keisuke to be wary was sitting in a badly damaged car with a pained grimace on his face, speaking in a soft monotone that implied this was nothing more serious than giving a weather forecast.

"Let's get a look at the problem. Once we know how you got snagged, we can get you out of this car." Burning black eyes looked up at him. Kurou gave a single dignified nod and pushed the locking button to get the passenger door open with his functioning hand. The blond opened the door and leaned into the car. The smell of blood assaulted his nose as he leaned close enough to see what had happened.

A metal spring had exploded through the upholstery and embedded in Kurou's shoulder. The bullet probably broke the spring casing when it went through the seat's fabric. The spring, once liberated from the casing that kept its tension tight, had exploded through the fabric and into Kurou's shoulder joint as the high tension released. It had probably wedged between the bone and joint cartridge which meant Kurou could no longer use his arm or hand effectively.

An oath flew from Keisuke's lips. He ducked back out of the car, his voice a harsh, guttural bark. "Aki, get Tohji out here with thick bandages and heavy metal grade cutters. We have to get this guy loose from his seat now!"

Akimoto headed toward his apartment at a flat run. Most of the gangsters Keisuke had called were moving closer to the car, interested in the unfolding situation. Keisuke ducked his head back into the doorway, ignoring his friends. He had to figure out how he would get Kurou free without causing additional bleeding. "We'll have you out of here in a minute. The seat spring's gone into your shoulder from the back. How the hell did you get here with this kind of injury? You're driving a car full of bullet holes. That should have drawn the Kēsatsu's attention. Not many people could keep going with this much blood loss either."

"Back roads work best when evading notice. Automatics don't require shifting. Otherwise, I wouldn't have made it. Gouhara found foreigners that know the business very well. However, I'm also an expert. When I'm out of this seat, and can move my arm again, I'm going to butcher that uppity bastard. Gouhara and Ideguchi sent foreign assassins after Shimoda-sama. He alone prevented the needless bloodshed in the underworld." The chill monotone slipped from the other man's lips without inflection, nor indication he felt anything.

Keisuke shook his head feeling fear flash along his spine in alternating currents counterpointed by admiration. Kurou was a genuine murderer that would follow through with his threat. No room for doubt existed that Kurou would do precisely as he said. Realization that he had survived Kurou's wrath when he was a teenager gave Keisuke another reason to be grateful for his extraordinary luck.

"I only found out about Shimoda-sama and his family last night, Kurou-sama. Nani are we going to do now? Without him, the Syndicate's going to hell and then some." Shitamura was leaning his arms on the driver side door jamb.

Kurou turned his face toward the other man. "Worried about your ryōshin, aren't you, Shitamura-kun?"

The smaller man nodded emphatically in reply. "Hai. I only got mixed up in the Syndicate to keep their medical bills paid. Now, with everything going to hell, I have no idea of how I'm going to manage. At this rate, I'll wind up behind bars too."

"You have a shield, Shitamura-kun. I give you my word you won't go to jail because of this situation." Kurou's voice remained passive, yet something about his tone had shifted Keisuke noticed as he watched the two men's interaction.

A tap on his lower back had Keisuke retreating from the passenger side seat. Akimoto stood next to the fender with Tohji. The heavy cutters were in his hand. "Here's the cutters. You want me to do it, or you got it?" The burly street fighter asked.

"I'll do it. Domo, Akimoto. Tohji, go around to the other side and get ready to pull Kurou out and get pressure on the wound. He's lost a lot of blood so we've got to get him into your apartment fast. Akimoto, you help Tohji."

Keisuke slid back into the passenger seat and lined up the cutters as Kurou moved forward as best he could. Shitamura moved out of Tohji's way as the black-haired stunt man ducked into the car from the other side. The wheat-haired street racer managed to get the cutters wedged between Kurou's shoulder and the seat back. It took time and the sum of his strength to force the cutter heads through the tough metal spring. Keisuke worked with dogged determination to get the job done. Believing Kurou could get any paler was hard, yet he had during the awful ordeal. Keisuke felt a wave of pity for the other man's silent agony. With a final brutal effort the cutters broke through the last layer of steel with a loud snap. Kurou's upper body leapt forward.

Tohji kept the man's head from hitting the steering wheel. "The spring's free. Let get him into the apartment, Aki."

Tohji hauled the trembling man out of his car. Akimoto took him by the waist as Tohji pushed the heavy toweling against the wound. Keisuke withdrew from the passenger side.

"Grab the briefcase behind my seat, and bring it. I don't want that getting lost." Kurou managed to say as they started toward the apartment. Shitamura leapt to do his bidding. Keisuke could see that the fine grain leather had blood on it as he trailed after the others. Several gangsters gave him looks as if to ask what they should do.

Keisuke halted to look at his companions. "Minasan, when I know the truth, we'll come up with a plan. If professional killers are involved with this mess, you should all steer clear. I didn't know it was this bad. I wouldn't have called any of you had I known."

Yuudai stepped in front of him with a determined expression on his features. "Ojīsan said when he was fighting in the second world war that he realized soldiers are born to die for greater causes. He was a very great man, Keisuke-san. I'm still in. I may only be a gangster, but at least I'm not trapped by rules and regulations like the Kēsatsu. We have to get your teammates, and lover out before it's too late. The authorities can't do anything in time. I can, and will do something even if I die fighting."

Keisuke looked in his friend's eyes. He saw the resolve burning there. "Domo, Yuudai. I owe you more than I can ever repay."

Ryota also stepped closer. "Count me in too, Keisuke-nī. Let's show Nihon that freaky fag gangsters have the kind of honor needed to stop cowards, slavers, and drug rings when the law's not able to do anything. Let the normal crowd figure out that their torture made us strong enough to do things they can't get done."

Keisuke found his lips twitching toward a smile at the swaggering tone in the short man's voice. Others were nodding in agreement. He looked around at the group of men that were all showing various levels of resolve.

Teru added, "Looks like you've got yourself an army, Keisuke-nī. I say we call the rest of our various splinter group members together and find out how many are with us. Once we know that, we can start organizing minasan's parts in getting your teammates loose."

A smattering of hais greeted Teru's comments.

"If that's the way minasan wants things, I can't disagree. I'll leave the details up to you, Teru. I'm going to help get Kurou patched up. Call me later with the details. Just make sure minasan knows the truth before they agree to help." Keisuke headed to Tohji and Akimoto's apartment. He would leave organizing the various groups to Teru's discretion.

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