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All For Love 3rd in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-All For Love
- 2-AFL 2
- 3-AFL 3
- 4-AFL 4
- 5-AFL 5
- 6-AFL 6
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- 9-AFL 9
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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.

CHAPTER 39

Ryosuke had sent off e-mails to Inoue Tohru, and Martonelli Robi to cancel Project D's involvement in the Iron Will race two days after Fujiwara, and Fumihiro were kidnaped. Matsimoto had also disappeared in a manner similar to Takeuchi. The main difference in the two cases was Matsimoto's car had been dumped into a river along with Arai's car. Takeuchi's car had been abandoned on the highway.

Because of the drug seizures after Mogi shot Fujiwara and Keisuke, the Black Market was suspected as being behind all of Project D's affiliates that were missing. No arrests had been made because the evidence was still considered circumstantial.

Quai-Tou's death had led Tokyo authorities in making a multi-million yen seizure in heroin and opium. The drugs had been housed in three different warehouses in the Tokyo area. The warehouses were attached to different businesses that imported goods from around the world. Finding out whether the businesses were innocent victims, or cunning fronts for illegal trafficking had already proven difficult. All three companies were known to lease warehouse space to independent contractors. That was how the companies were evading the authorities in Ryosuke's opinion.

Keisuke had been correct about the attack to come. He succeeded in protecting their teammates during the hospital attack. Prior injuries did not slow Keisuke once he decided to become the decoy. He led several of the attackers on a wild chase through hospital corridors as Hiroshi and the others fled down the emergency stair cases. Hiroshi and the others had taken taxis to the kēisatsusho to report the situation and remain safe. Keisuke vanished during the night causing the authorities, and ryōshin, a great deal of alarm. The authorities added Keisuke to the abduction list. A call two days later from Keisuke revealed that he had escaped, yet refused to return without Fujiwara.

Although he disagreed with Keisuke's decision, Ryosuke understood his younger brother's choice to doggedly pursue his life mate. Finding Fujiwara was Keisuke's overwhelming obsession. No matter how slim Fujiwara's chances of survival, Keisuke would not accept that his lover was dead. Nothing short of Fujiwara's corpse washing up on a beach somewhere would convince Keisuke to stop searching. Arai and his younger sister's bodies had washed up on a beach. The detective in charge expected the same outcome for Fujiwara. It was only a matter of time before Fujiwara's remains also washed ashore in Sugano's opinion.

Detective Sugano called an emergency meeting for all Project D members and their families at the kēisatsusho the morning after the hospital attack. Two of the on-duty guards were dead, and the other three, badly injured. The Akagi Kēsatsu was faced with a crisis situation unlike anything they had ever seen.

Nothing Ryosuke, or his ryōshin said was acknowledged by Inoue or Martonelli once they arrived in Gunma. Both ultra wealthy business people felt they had the right to decide what was best for everyone. It was infuriating how things shifted once the duo began pulling strings. Because of their vast wealth, the Kēsatsu agreed that the injured Red Suns members, plus the Project D members' families had to leave Nihon temporarily. Martonelli and Inoue's achievement in gaining their goal was flawless in execution. Ryosuke acknowledged that reality as he looked out the window of the Martonelli family's private jet.

Etsuya, the FD's mechanic, fiddled with his glasses as nerves came into play. He was in the seat opposite Ryosuke. The quiet man was one of Ryosuke's equals in their society. Because his family owned a chain of dealerships, he was addressed with san attached to his name at all times, the same as Ryosuke and Keisuke. It was his first time on an airplane, and Etsuya had not found the long trip comforting. Pockets of turbulence made the plane ride bumpy at times as it fought unstable air currents.

"Minasan, let's refrain from looking like the world has come to an end. Sammy-san's supposed to meet us at the airport when we touch down. We should not draw her into our difficulties any more than she has already been brought into it by Martonelli-san."

"You were supposed to be at your post starting this week, but this mess forced you to postpone a second time, Ryosuke-san. At this rate you may not even be able to become an isha-san on time." Kenta spoke, looking up from his book.

"The Kēsatsu agreed this was the safer alternative when Robi-san spoke to them about sending us to America. You have to agree that this is better than risking the Black Market killing us like the Kēsatsu believe they've already done to Arai, his onēchan, Fujiwara, and the others. Sammy-chan's aware of the situation, and agreed to have us stay with her until things are resolved. We should keep things calm and be considerate guests."

Kenta changed the subject, "I wonder if Keisuke-san, Akimoto, Tohji, and Shinsei have found out anything yet? Maybe, they already have Fujiwara, and the others with them. At least we can hope."

Okāsan whimpered in the seat behind him because of Kenta's words. "Kenta, don't make things harder than it already is for some of us." Ryosuke snapped at the sandy-haired downhill driver with a vicious glare.

"Gomen nasai, Ryosuke-san. I wasn't trying to make things worse. I only wanted to say something that was confident sounding to give minasan hope." Kenta looked down at the book in his lap with a wounded expression.

Ryosuke sighed and tried to block the emotional strain Kenta's thoughtless words caused him. There was little reason to hope for Fujiwara's survival. Too many days since the fight had passed. Without decent medical care, the younger man's wounds would take a terrible toll. There was reason to believe the kidnaping was revenge over the massive drug bust. Knowledge that smugglers and dealers committed brutal crimes increased the likelihood that Fujiwara would die viciously, if his wounds had not finished him first.

The dark-haired racer turned his thoughts to the enigmatic woman who drove the American antique. They were going to stay with her until the criminals were apprehended by the law. He recalled that Samantha Singing-Wolf was as different from the majority of women Ryosuke had met, as her car was different from Japanese cars. In several respects she reminded him of Sachi-sempai. Because of Sachi's years of Kendo training she was harder edged, and rougher in speech than other women, the same as Singing Wolf.

Because of his history with Sachi, Ryosuke as angry about going to America for an unknown length of time. Sachi was the only person that Ryosuke used the honorific of sempai when he spoke. The crush he had suffered as a teenager over the miko styled Yoshiyuki twin had never fully faded. Being trapped with someone that reminded him of Sachi was going to be intolerable.

Old, influential families still relied on antiquated systems that Ryosuke believed should have died out over the previous century. As the heir of a prestigious Kendo school, Sachi had no choice but to marry the person her family chose. Whomever she married would take her last name for the continued good of the ancient facility. He and Sachi were victims of the cruel, outdated rituals that comprised the old ways. Some influential families clung to those rites with great tenacity. Ryosuke would be pushed into an arranged marriage unless he found someone acceptable before his ryōshin decided it was time for him to marry. It was another outdated ritual Ryosuke thought should be banished for good. If not for both families wealth and prestige, he and Sachi might have experienced happiness together.

Ryosuke wondered if Samantha's display of similar personality traits was what truly annoyed him most about her as the plane began landing procedures. She had also reflected several of his own attitudes and tendencies back upon him during their short acquaintance. Samantha Singing-Wolf was intelligent, and had a strong grasp of many diverse disciplines. She kept a steady flow of conversation going that was interesting. Ryosuke had recognized a kindred spirit because of what he had heard during the week he was trapped in Tokyo's outskirts. Both of them loved automotive mechanics. There had been numerous conversations about modifications. Racing techniques had also been debated. Ryosuke had even felt envy over her personal garage while he had stayed in her family home. Perhaps the largest irritation Ryosuke felt over seeing the woman again stemmed from her freedom to choose her own path.

A strong breeze was blowing when the pilot gave them permission to get off the plane. Robi-san had mentioned that this airport's name was Sky Harbor. The group followed the directions they were given as they went into the terminal with their passports in hand. Robi-san played interpreter for Nakamura and others who were not English fluent. A short while later they were escorted to the front of the airport where they saw a familiar dark-skinned woman in a lacy form fitting outfit who waved as they approached.

"Singing-Wolf-san, gomen nasai gozaimasu for having arrived under such unusual circumstances." Ryosuke spoke slowly as they walked up to the slender woman. Okāsan also greeted the American woman with a hint of happiness that had been missing.

Ryosuke noticed that Singing-Wolf's hair was no longer in the huge number of braids it had been in when they had first met. It was in a single thick braid coiled on top of her head. The braid coil was held in place with a pair of sticks. Her slow words were filled with nuances as she spoke. "I'm more concerned about Takumi-kun's well being. I also heard Keisuke-kun is missing the other day. Gomen nasai gozaimasu over your losses, minasan."

"Arigato for your concern, Sammy-chan. My musuko left on his own. Keisuke was impatient to find Takumi-kun. Still, two of the missing people were found dead on a beach the other day. Takumi-kun was badly injured when he was abducted, so the authorities have placed him on the presumed dead list. We can only pray that Keisuke will survive his impetuous nature in refusing to accept protection. He managed to uncover something that might help recover the others from what Detective Sugano told us before we left." Okāsan answered the younger woman with a wan smile.

Samantha nodded. "I understand his motivation, Yukiko-san. Keisuke-kun has a lot of guts and determination to see this fight through. He should have the strength it takes to get the job done because he doesn't have to follow official rule books. I'd say the Kēsatsu are wrong about Takumi-kun too. He struck me as being tough enough to survive. Besides, when someone's got Kami-sama's attention like those two seem to have, nothing short of miracles can be expected."

"Keisuke said Fujiwara's still alive. He's determined to rescue Fujiwara and the others on his own before they get killed." Ryosuke admitted as he frowned.

Samantha smiled and nodded again as if she agreed. "For now, let's get you to the ranch. I'm sure you're all tired after spending so many hours stuffed in plane seats. There's two big vehicles beside my A.A.R. to get everyone to our destination. Another friend volunteered to get your luggage to the ranch. We have a bunk house, so there is room for everyone. It's not the most private arrangement, but will serve well enough until the crooks are behind bars."

Ryosuke followed the lithe woman out into the blinding sunlight as he carried two bags. Harsh gusts of wind slammed into the group as they moved toward the parking lot. Grit caught him in the eye. He tilted his head away from the hard swirls of current and blinked several times. The dark-haired rotary brother noticed the drawn expression Sammy had on her face as he walked beside her.

Ryosuke looked at the antique American primer gray car that he would ride in for the first time. He began to speak in slow English as he tried to divert her attention. "Riding with you will be an interesting experience. It's not every day that we see a real American classic muscle car, much less ride in one. Even Keisuke was impressed with your car when we saw it in Nihon."

Sam's mechanical savvy had also impressed his younger brother after reading Takeuchi's magazine that featured the car. When he had first seen her muscle car, Keisuke had admitted that he had not felt his normal hatred. Ryosuke's own impression had been genuine surprise. Run-down as it looked on the outside, he had appreciated the obvious mechanical ingenuity and sound performance. The car he looked at did have a rakish kind of appeal as Keisuke had described the unusual lines he decided with a flare of ever present worry over his younger brother's well being.

Samantha waved to three men standing beside two huge S.U.V.'s, and a mural sporting pickup truck. The pickup had what looked like a miniature airplane foil in its bed. The trio walked up and began shaking hands as Samantha and Robi made introductions. Everyone was directed to place their luggage in the fancy custom's bed. Once their luggage was stowed, they were directed to get into the different vehicles.

Sammy pulled the trunk open and Ryosuke put his remaining luggage into the huge trunk space. Not many Japanese cars had so much space for stowing gear. He watched Etsuya put his two large suitcases into her truck also. Ryosuke missed what Okāsan said to Samantha as she stopped beside the other woman. Samantha opened the passenger side door, and shifted the bucket seat forward after they finished speaking.

Ryosuke watched Kenta slide into the backseat as Etsuya spoke up. "I think Ryosuke should ride in the front seat because he knows you better than we do, Sammy-san." Etsuya handed over his computer case and slid into the back as Ryosuke glared at him. Samantha shrugged. Ryosuke thought it was due to the rapid Japanese Etsuya had used.

Once the front bucket was back in place, Sammy waved Ryosuke into the seat and headed around the vehicle. Sammy had chosen rich, crushed velvet, hunter green fabric as her seat upholstery. Beige covered the interior, with insets of the same rich green in the doors, and molding. Ryosuke thought the molding might be a roll cage when he looked closer at the thickness of the sections along the roof. Ryosuke sat in a professional grade racing bucket. The modern style was very different from the large back seat which implied that the original bench had been re-upholstered. Ryosuke was relieved to see double harness straps. It made him feel more at ease as he buckled his belt in place. Ryosuke had never ridden with Samantha. He felt tense whenever he had to ride shotgun with anyone other than Keisuke, or his ryōshin as a rule.

"Did you replace the original back seat in this car?" Ryosuke asked to try and ease the stiff atmosphere while switching to his native tongue. He remembered to speak slowly so Singing Wolf could translate.

"Actually, I upholstered the original bench that I could salvage from the two I had on hand. I replaced the rusted out springs with a full re-thread, using a heavier wire than was stock to get the springs in place. All the back bench's padding, fabric, and pigskin leather is my hard work. I had to do every scrap of fabric and leather in this machine because there wasn't anything that could be salvaged. Rusting metal was all I had to work with when I put this old boy together from the two original A.A.R. junkyard shells. Robi convinced me that beige and hunter made for a nice color combination."

Ryosuke sat in what would have been the driver's seat of his FC. He grabbed the car's door handle to close it. The weight of the door shocked him. It weighed far more than any door he had ever touched. He had to pull hard to get it to begin to move. The click when the door closed was not reassuring.

Sammy chuckled from her seat. "You have to yank and slam that door hard. That's multiple plies of steel, Ryosuke. Anything less than throwing your weight into it, and it won't latch down. It's like this." She suited actions to words as she slammed her door hard enough to make the car shake. Ryosuke did the same with a touch of trepidation as he abused the door latch on the second round.

Ryosuke looked around the spacious interior with avid curiosity. Her car's gear shift was a dragon whose tail wrapped down the shifter rod and drew the eye. The reptile was trying to swallow a large marble colored to look like the earth. A bright blue stone winked at him from the lizard's eye. The dark-haired racer noted the number of gauges recessed in the driver's side dashboard. The main face was made from genuine, beautifully matched grains of wood it looked like. Some of the gauges seemed to be customized pieces installed behind the glass. The top of her dashboard was covered in dark green and beige leather.

Ryosuke spoke to Sammy again as his curiosity about her car grew. "Did this car come with so many gauges from the factory floor, or did you install additional gauges to compensate for your engine modifications?" Ryosuke felt Etsuya move forward to look at the dashboard and to listen.

Samantha answered in slow, deliberate phrases. "Both of the original dashes were unsalvageable so I custom built this dash to my personal specs. I can run anything I need for the setup under the hood, plus I have the back side set up to add or remove things whenever I want to do modifications. I kept the better of the original front seats between the car shells, along with one of the original sun rotted junk heap dashboards. I plan to attempt a restoration of those some day. They're in storage at the ranch my aunt owns. I'll show them to you if you want to get an idea of the stock look, but they're in pretty sad shape."

The car sported a smaller steering wheel than it should have had, with a unique internal y frame. The metal frame contained multiple cut outs through the triad of bars. The outside was a thick chain-linkage that had been welded into a stiff circle. It would be painful to handle, if not for the gloves' Samantha put on her hands.

"Interesting steering wheel. I assume that's custom also." Etsuya followed his lead and slowed down to speak at a speed their hostess could follow.

"That's right. It gets hot as hell in the summer, and freezes my fingers in the winter, but I can pop a whammer on any time I do hard driving that won't accommodate standard steering techniques. The welded chain allows me to run different temporary add-ons for specific settings without turning my column into a mess. It's the easiest accessability setup for things like nitrous plug ins. There's a couple off road runs that require nitrous injection to get such a heavy car through in one piece."

Ryosuke registered the lack of interior heat and air conditioner ducts as he looked over the dashboard a second time. "Didn't this car have air conditioning, or heating?"

"Nope. A/C and heating weren't available in American cars as old as this one. I can install a bolt in heater in the passenger side floorboard, flush against the firewall. Some people opt to do that even though it messes with the collection value of the car. These old cars are only high value if you take them back to factory specs, which I'm not about to do. Front seat passengers won't have leg room if I install a heater. For air conditioning, well that's just an obnoxious pain from beginning to end to install. This engine's a big-block hemi. It's a bit bigger than the stock 4-40 six-pack. There's no room for A/C or heating in these old models as a rule."

She turned the key and a song blasted from several speakers. Samantha's arm lunged to turn the volume down. Ryosuke caught a few words from the English lyrics as the volume dropped dramatically. Someone wanted money for their fashionable wardrobe from the few words he understood. Ryosuke had no doubt that the stereo system was modern and very expensive. The sound that was piped through the speakers remained bell clear, crisp, and well balanced for all that it was painfully loud. There was no possibility that the system was from the late sixties or early seventies.

"Gomen for blasting your ears, minasan." Samantha cringed as she apologized.

Sammy turned the ignition the rest of the way on. The car's engine rumbled, sputtered, and caught. Ryosuke was startled again by the bass toned rasp and roar of the engine engaging. Raw power vibrated throughout the frame causing miniature jumps and twitches through the car's body as it found its idle cycle.

The vibrations increased significantly when Samantha put the car into gear and pulled out of her parking space. Cyclical vibrations began thrumming through thick padded upholstery. Those vibrations became borderline brutal pulsations as the car got underway. Ryosuke had never sat in a car where the power thrummed with such force through the buckets, and the door handle. The vibrations caused a quiet buzz in the window glass next to his right ear. The stereo system was adjusted to allow for conversation, yet they still had to raise their voices because of the engine's loud grumble.

The A-A-R was a car that only someone with skill could drive, much less master. Ryosuke observed that the machine was well balanced for the vast weight he felt through every g force, and other subtle cue. Samantha accelerated onto a heavily congested multiple lane highway. Ryosuke relaxed as he acknowledged that Samantha was an excellent driver. She controlled the massive weight and power with casual competence and subtle steering corrections. Even her foot work was highly advanced Ryosuke realized as they continued through traffic.

Ryosuke turned his head to watch the scenery while Etsuya and Singing Wolf discussed mechanics. Ryosuke listened to their conversation as Sammy wove through knots of hazardous traffic congestion. It was a relief when they left the massive clots of vehicles in the metropolitan area. After passing several equally crowded suburb areas they could finally speed along a desolate stretch of highway.

It was shocking how fast Samantha Singing Wolf drove once the main traffic was left behind. They did not come across many other cars. As they came abreast of a rest area, another car shot onto the highway also going at a much higher rate of speed than was allowed in Nihon.

Kenta asked what he had been thinking. "Sammy-chan, about the speed limits here, nani is it?"

"This stretch is seventy-five miles an hour. I don't know the kilometers an hour rate off the top of my head. Our interstate speed limit is around your one-hundred-kilometer mark. It may be as much as one hundred-twenty on the kilometer scale, but I'm not absolutely certain off the top of my head. It's still over an hour drive to the next major city at this speed. There's only a tiny little town in the middle of nowhere for getting fuel until we get to the outskirts of the next cluster of towns and the Tucson Metropolitan area."

"Whoa, that's insane. Are you serious? Where are all the towns?" Etsuya asked.

"There aren't any towns except for the little fuel station community with a couple stores and fast food joints that sprung up some time ago on this stretch of interstate. There's reservation land and wilderness for as far as the eyes can see from here on out." Samantha answered.

Etsuya and Kenta broke into a quiet spate of conversation about the extremely fast speed limits, and large desolated wilderness area they were going through. Ryosuke watched bizarre plants flash past his window as their small convoy sped across the dull brown landscape.

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