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A Rivalry Revealed Novel #1	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Rivalry Revealed Novel #1
- 2-Riv 2
- 3-Riv 3
- 4-Riv 4
- 5-Riv 5
- 6-Riv 6
- 7-Riv 7
- 8-Riv 8
- 9-Riv 9
- 10-Riv 10
- 11-Riv 11
- 12-Riv 12
- 13-Riv 13
- 14-Riv 14
- 15-Riv 15
- 16-Riv 16
- 17-Riv 17
- 18-Riv 18
- 19-Riv 19
- 20-Riv 20
- 21-Riv 21
- 22-Riv 22
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CHAPTER 4

Keisuke waited in the emergency room waiting room wishing for some kind of news about Takumi's condition.

The compact scraping against the mountain at an angle, and bouncing toward the cliff flashed through his mind's eye. The frequency of the mental replay of that moment made the blond grit his teeth.

Anger flashed in Takumi's eyes as he tried to protect the younger ace danced through Keisuke's imagination beside the nightmarish image of the hachi roku going out of control.

'Naze did he have to yank away from me and get back into that damned hachi roku? Fujiwara's wreck's probably my fault since I did threaten to kick his ass. I suck at saying things the right way when I'm worried. Guess he didn't understand that I was yelling at him because I was afraid for him. Naze couldn't the damned baka at least listen to me? I should've kept him from leaving the lot and had Aniki tell him to get into the FD before he left on that last run. Damn, if only it didn't piss me off when he listens to Aniki so closely. . . . . Naze can't you ever listen to me like that, Takumi?'

Keisuke could not silence thoughts hammering his psyche as he tried to remain seated in an overstuffed chair. He was near a communal tv that played some antiquated movie. The hospital intended for it to pacify the handful of late night visitors that waited for news of their loved ones' welfare. However, the noise only agitated the frustrated blond more as the clock arms crawled around the instrument's face.

He fought the desire to pound the wall while waiting for a doctor to let him know Takumi's condition. To hit the wall was a useless gesture. The cerulean eyed racer glared at the doors. His thoughts willed someone to step from behind the emergency room doors and speak to him. Keisuke's nerves were shot, and he could not calm down until he knew that his teammate was stable.

Keisuke stood and moved across the tiles, unable to curb the adrenaline that refused to recede. He paced several times across the polished floor. Although sick of doing so, Keisuke could not remain seated any longer as restless pressure rose within his chest until he could not stand being in the same spot. Driven to action in a desperate attempt to curb his simmering gall, he did the only thing he could think of to burn off excess energy. Fujiwara's head wound had bled a great deal. Such injuries were not fatal as a rule. Although the blond knew Fujiwara would recover unless there were serious complications, he could not relax despite knowing the facts about minor head injuries.

"Takahashi, Keisuke san?" A calm voice spun the agitated blond around to face a small, elderly physician who waited at the entrance of the emergency room.

Keisuke was halfway to the door as he began talking. "That's me. Is Fujiwara all right? Has he woken up? Can I see him?"

"Your friend is resting upstairs. He does have a concussion, so we're keeping him for observation. He's suffering from acute exhaustion mostly. We sedated him so he can rest peacefully. However, he's fighting the effects and thrashing terribly in his sleep." The placid voice spoke in soothing tones, but the doctor's words did not lull Keisuke's fears.

Keisuke interrupted before the man could say anything else. "Can I check on him, please? I know Fujiwara's been overdoing it. I plan to give him a serious piece of my mind when he wakes up. I'll have my otosān get involved since he's an isha san, too. I won't let that baka do anything this stupid ever again. Just, let me check in on him even though it's after hours, . . . onegai?"

The elderly physician seemed surprised, but nodded and led Keisuke toward the back of the emergency room to a roomy lift. "Your otosān is also an isha san? Which hospital does he work at?"

"Otosān works in Akagi General several days a week plus is a partial owner in the Takahashi clinic in Gunma Prefecture. Can I see Fujiwara Takumi now, yoroshiku?" Keisuke's impatience reflected in his voice, making the elderly man stare at him.

"Perhaps you can calm him better than a sedative. Refrain from being so upset and Fujiwara san might actually settle down since you know him." The doctor's admonishment caused Keisuke to look over at him. His expression must have mirrored the riotous feelings he could not fully contain, much less comprehend.

The physician spoke while cleaning his immaculate glasses on a miniature wipe. "I'm not certain about whatever it is that Fujiwara san is so worried about, but, anxiety seems to be the source of his acute exhaustion. Your friend continues to say that he'll work harder to insure that he's keeping up. He's tossing and turning while asking that someone not leave him behind. We gave up on an iv because we simply can't keep him still to insert the needle safely."

Keisuke snorted. "Fujiwara works two jobs, plus he's training to become a professional race car driver. I bet it's too many work hours that have exhausted him so badly." The blond shoved his hands into his pockets to insure no one else saw them shaking as he contemplated the doctor's news.

"I see. That could be contributing to his problem. I suppose Fujiwara san must be having trouble with quotas at one of his jobs. Has he mentioned anything about his difficulties with work to you, Takahashi san?"

"That doesn't sound right. Fujiwara delivers tofu to the Akina resort for his otosān's store in the morning, and then goes to his other job."

Keisuke frowned, suddenly aware that he knew precious little of his teammate's private life beyond the most generic information which he had logged on the intake papers with a promise that Aniki could fill out the main details once he arrived. Belatedly the blond realized he was thinking about the gas station where Fujiwara had once worked part time. He had no idea what Fujiwara's full time job even was, so low quotas were actually possible. He knew that Fumihiro delivered the videos to Fujiwara's home every week, yet he had never bothered to visit Fujiwara's home even though he knew the address, phone number, and Fujiwara's father's full name because Ryosuke had asked him to memorize the information.

"Are financial troubles at home causing him to work so much?" The elderly doctor's voice snapped his attention back to the hospital corridor they walked through on their way to an elevator.

"He hasn't mentioned any problems, but then again, Fujiwara's actually rather quiet about a lot of things . . ."

"Fujiwara san's quite motivated to take on so many things at once. Many youngsters are into video games, and a number of other meaningless pursuits these days. My own grandson is difficult to drag away from public arcades after school lets out each afternoon."

The elevator came to a halt, and Keisuke followed the elderly man into the hallway without a reply. He followed the physician to a door that stood ajar. Light gleamed on the pale tiles casting warmth across the sterile floor. "We placed Fujiwara in a private room since he's so restless. Once he calms down, we'll move him to a public ward."

A glance inside showed that Takumi was not sleeping comfortably. The brown haired teen was grumbling words in disjointed phrases as a nurse tried to keep him from tossing himself out of the lowered narrow bed. Keisuke slipped past the doctor to get close enough to grab the younger ace's shoulders. It seemed that Fujiwara was struggling with a nightmare as his shoulders knotted beneath his fingers.

"Fujiwara, calm down. You need to relax and rest." Keisuke spoke to the younger man as he pulled him into a hug without thought for his actions.

The younger driver groaned while Keisuke listened to his disjointed ranting for the first time. "Have to keep up . . . Keisuke . . . san . . . Ryosuke san . . . Can't let the team down . . . for the team . . . Have to do more . . . get better. . . . have to do better. So much to learn. . . Make it work." The slow, drugged words spilling from Takumi's lips sent the blond Takahashi brother's heart slamming into his ribs. "Have to get better . . . won't get left behind . . . So awesome . . . Don't know enough, . . . got to figure out. . ."

"Baka, the one more likely to get left behind is me. Stop it, damn you. You need to rest, Fujiwara. We're the best drivers inside Gunma Prefecture, after Aniki. You and I are tied for second place. Stop torturing yourself with such bull shit, Fujiwara."

Takumi was struggling less as if the words he was speaking were getting through to him. Keisuke hugged the smaller driver against his chest with tears leaking past his defenses as Takumi repeated himself. "Keisuke san, won't fail . . . work, . . . harder . . . Onegai . . . Don't leave, . . . behind . . . I'll earn place . . . Promise. . . Matte for me . . ."

Takumi's lids twitched with obvious rem sleep. The teen's arm lifted in a limp, spasmodic reflex to reach toward whatever image flashed through his dreams. Keisuke looked down at the tormented driver that he had watched slam into the mountain wall only an hour and a half before.

An unpleasant thought thrust itself into Keisuke's mind. He was not jealous of the younger man's phenomenal growth and skills. Nor was he particularly bothered about Takumi learning all the things he needed to learn about cars from Aniki. The thing driving him into frequent furies was his big brother's influence over Takumi. He wanted Fujiwara Takumi to give him a much larger slice of the attention that Ryosuke currently received. Comprehension dawned. His dedication to so many hours to become an invincible driver was to attract Fujiwara's intense gaze that so often focused on Ryosuke.

Keisuke hated feeling like his older brother held a place in the smaller man's heart. He discovered that his irritation came from relentlessly searching for an avenue into the amber haired youth's life, and failing. "Damn it, you almost left me behind tonight. Don't leave me, Takumi kun. I can't get to the pros without you being here to push me. So, . . . get some rest, Fujiwara. Quit being so stubborn, yoroshiku. I won't go anywhere before you wake up. I promise."

Keisuke couldn't stop tears from falling as he rocked the incoherent driver. The elderly physician had moved closer to his elbow Keisuke noted from the corner of his eye. Takumi's head fell limp against his shoulder. His words must have gotten through to the younger racer as he went limp in his hold.

"Let's get out of this young man's way. It appears he's best suited to calming his friend." The elderly man bowed, and smiled in a gentle way that reminded Keisuke of the grandfather he had mentioned himself being. "Domo arigato gozaimasu, young man. I'll have a chair brought in for you. It appears Fujiwara needs your presence. I can see that you're close."

"Domo arigato gozaimasu for everything, isha san."

Keisuke heard the door close behind him as he leaned his head against Takumi's. He nuzzled into the earthy chestnut streaked brown hair on Takumi's head. He inhaled the younger man's scent without intention. Sun warmed honey, and rich allspice blended with a subtle reminiscence of the sweetly smoky taste of hazelnuts inside of natural musk. Another mouth watering breath followed as Keisuke registered how sinfully seductive good Fujiwara smelled to him. Alarm skated up his spine as he found himself unable to stop memorizing the other man's scent.

Even as he rocked his teammate to keep Fujiwara quiet, Keisuke's thoughts shifted to his much resented and recent wet dreams about the smaller man he held. It was normal for Keisuke to have such dreams, so he blew off the episodes as his unwanted bisexual personality glitch making itself known. However, feeling so devastated by Fujiwara's accident, Keisuke began to wonder if his dreams were symptoms of something far more dangerous. With his nose getting teased by the highly sensual scent of his teammate, the blond began to understand he was in serious trouble, especially after Takumi wrapped an arm around his waist, as if to prevent abandonment.

"Fujiwara, I've never intended to leave you behind. I wouldn't have thrown my plans of going pro in your face, and told you to come along if I had ever intended to let you fall back into obscurity. You're definitely getting into the pro circuit with me one way or another."

On an uncheckable impulse he kissed the top of the other driver's head. His actions made Keisuke's eyes widen as he realized what he had done.

Keisuke continued to promise the youth he held that he would not be left behind, as he wrestled with his emotional turmoil. He had vague awareness of a chair leg scraping against the tile floor. His heart felt torn whenever Keisuke thought his older brother might be the source of Fujiwara's major distress. The younger man alternated between muttering that he was not good enough to be on Project D's team, and his palpable fear of being left behind by his mentor as the last dregs of night faded.

A need to sleep tugged at Keisuke. As the last dregs of adrenaline faded, weariness forced the wheat hued blond to untangle himself from Takumi's limp hold. He laid Takumi back on the bed. Sinking into the chair next to the hospital bed, Keisuke considered how little he understood the phenomenal Akina downhill ace, or even himself.

'Naze is Fujiwara so afraid he isn't good enough to be around me, and Aniki? Is he getting attached to one, or both of us? How deep's his attachment getting? It must be Aniki that Takumi's afraid of disappointing, or losing. Can't I be the one he's afraid to lose? He says my name too so I know he's afraid that he'll let me down somehow. Is there a chance to make things work with him if I can make myself understood?'

'Nani the hell am I thinking? Didn't I learn my lesson when I was a kodomo? I've already been through hell because of getting horny over one shonen. I'm not getting myself mixed up in that kind of shit a second time. Takumi isn't even the kind of man I've always noticed if I think about it. He's not the least bit effeminate looking. Then again, he's very quiet and seems kind of weak willed at times. Maybe it's his personality getting to me. I have got to put on the brakes before I really get into serious trouble.'

Takumi started to twist as his dreams turned darker again. Keisuke grabbed his wrist in a firm grip and spoke to him. The youth settled into a calmer sleep, to Keisuke's relief. His mind wandered over the things he had learned that evening as morning light filtered through the plastic shades covering the small window.

'When did this attraction to Fujiwara start? I haven't stopped thinking about him for a while. How could I be so damned stupid as to ignore the warning signs? Naze is this happening again? Fuck, if only I didn't feel this way! I never should have told myself that I'm watching him because I have to beat him for slaughtering my winning streak that way. That's how I've kept myself from recognizing the real problem. This attraction is a lost cause if he's strong on the straight end of the scale. There is not a chance in hell I'm going to risk that kind of nightmare a second time. I learned my lesson the last time. I need to shake this feeling, but nothing I've tried has worked so far. Naze can't I stop this fixation like I have others that I've felt before now? Am I falling in love with Fujiwara Takumi, or something? Kami sama, I don't believe I just asked myself something as fucked up as that. There's not a chance that I'm going to let things get that out of control! There's got to be another explanation. Think, Baka!'

Keisuke held onto Takumi's wrist as he let his head rest on the edge of the mattress. He tried to sort out his thoughts, and feelings in the wake of the night's explosive activities. The unwelcome thought that he was in love with the younger man did not set well on Keisuke's mind. He could ignore physical attractions easily enough, but love was another matter entirely. Keisuke's mind whirled with different possibilities to explain his irrational thoughts, as he skirted that one dangerous thought seeking an easier solution. He drifted into a troubled sleep still holding Takumi's hand.
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