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A Rivalry Revealed Novel #1	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2398 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rivalry Revealed Book 1 of Rivalry Series By Kurahieiritr Jio

Keisuke is forced to acknowledge unwelcome/intense emotions he has always denied when Takumi has an accident. Heavily revised with previously deleted scenes returned to manuscript. This is my absolute final version. Chuckles are allowed. Has Masturbation and sexual fantasy returned to this draft. I started a Review thread in the form for anyone who wishes to talk to me about this series. It is in fan fiction-anime/manga(all)-Anime-Yaoi-Male/Male section. Initial D Yaoi Keisuke x Takumi Rivalry Series

I don't own Initial D cannon characters. Shuichi Shigeno created the series. I own lunatics I toss at the boys to promote chaos/change. Spoilers from the Japanese version anime, live action movie, and manga. I make no money from writing this series.

CHAPTER 1

Nagging sensation of emotions seeking release pressed against the lid of Keisuke's willful self control. He watched Fujiwara talking with his older brother. Aggravated for reasons he could not fathom, Keisuke watched the scene, not really seeing anything that could validate his generalized uneasiness beyond a coffee can. He was bothered deeply by that out of place can of coffee in Fujiwara's hand. It was the fourth of the evening if Keisuke had not missed any trips to the vending machine that evening. Alarms jangled internally as Keisuke cataloged the shifting behaviors he had noticed since they began Project D's training, and now, the active battle phase.

Thinking about the coffee can, Keisuke tried to place one in the younger driver's hands during any of their three practices to solidify their places as a team. Nothing from their previous association made him think drinking coffee was normal for Fujiwara. Only after their first two battles were completed had Keisuke gotten any hint that Fujiwara might like coffee. His strongest impression was that Fujiwara prefered water, or fruit flavored soft drinks such as grape or berry flavored offerings in most vending machines in the Gunma area.

Vending machine coffee was often viciously bitter with a disturbing dose of masking sweetness that did little to hide the underlying sourness and tinny aftertaste of the stale brews to be had in many machines. Only during winter months when so much more of it was bought to warm people up did you have a good chance of getting a decent vending machine coffee. Until three weeks ago, he had not seen Fujiwara order coffee when Project D was at a restaurant either. The palpable change in Fujiwara's behavior felt wrong. It also alarmed Keisuke more than he cared to admit.

When Fujiwara arrived at the staging area that afternoon so they could head out to this course Keisuke had noticed darkening shadows under the other driver's eyes. The teen's tight facial expression had captured Keisuke's attention then, and now flashed to the fore in his mind's eye. The previous week he had thought Fujiwara had eaten less than he should have in favor of downing caffeine before their battle also.

Something was bothering the other driver, and Keisuke wondered how much it was going to continue affecting his teammate's driving. Worse, the state of the younger man's exhaustion seemed to be gaining strength before his eyes this evening. His gut was screaming that a disaster was about to happen because of Fujiwara being so tired.

"Keisuke san, are you going to stare at him all night?"

Kenta grumbled at his shoulder, startling the spiky haired blond from his disturbing thoughts. Takahashi Keisuke leaned on his FD's fender smoking a cigarette that he had forgotten he had tucked between his lips as he turned his head toward his shorter crony standing beside him. With a harsh sigh Keisuke glanced back at Fujiwara in time to see his teammate slam the last of his coffee and crumple the can. "I know something's wrong. So, don't whine at me!" Keisuke snapped at his companion.

It was not unusual for Kenta to get defensive whenever he paid attention to Fujiwara's rapidly changing behaviors for any length of time. However Keisuke was uncertain as to the other man's escalating unease with his trying to figure out Fujiwara's odd actions. He had told Kenta that Fujiwara was acting strangely before this.

His older brother, Ryosuke, spoke to the ace driver once he returned from dumping the can in the rubbish bin. The darker haired man spoke with a frown on his face. Still, Keisuke was too far away to make out anything his older brother, and team leader, was saying to their exhausted downhill driver. Part of Keisuke wished he dared take Fujiwara's car keys by force, and save himself from being concerned about things happening before him that were beyond his control.

He watched as the shorter, nineteen year old downhill racer shook his head over whatever his older brother said. The wheat haired ex gangster would have loved to smack some sense into the exhausted teen his brother was failing to control effectively. However, Keisuke knew Ryosuke would not allow him to intervene in such a useful way despite his feeling that it was necessary to protect Project D's reputation.

Of late, they had been arguing frequently. Keisuke was not ready for the next round of confrontation. So far he was losing all of their arguments, and he was beginning to wonder about his own motives for snapping at his brother. It had always been difficult to completely keep his emotions under wraps when he was irritated, yet his temper was escaping his control far too often for comfort since they began these expeditions. Mystified by his own inexplicable anger, Keisuke sought to avoid immanent explosions.

"Nani makes you say that, Keisuke san?" Kenta's voice reminded him of his protégé's presence.

Keisuke's thoughts were fluid annoyance as he watched the younger ace head to his car for another round on the course. 'Fujiwara looks dangerously tired right now. Naze are you letting him practice any longer, Aniki? Can't you see that Fujiwara's got to stop for the night?'

The sandy haired Red Suns driver also watched Fujiwara climb into his hachi roku, and turn the car on. They watched as the panda Trueno backed out of its spot, and headed for another run of the downhill. When he returned, Fujiwara would know if the latest adjustments were correct for the course they would race on the following night. It did not escape Keisuke's attention that Matsimoto looked uneasily at Ryosuke before turning back to the van to stash the tools in his hands. Once the tail lights of hachi roku vanished at the corner, Keisuke turned to look at the man beside him.

"Don't you notice any of the important things happening in front of you, Kenta?"

Keisuke glared down at the slighter built driver at his shoulder. Kenta stepped back, eyes wide as he searched his expression. Keisuke wiped a hand across his face, and down his neck as he considered how to explain the newest things he had noticed to his protégé. Kenta needed to be aware of the subtle things going on around him to improve as a street racer. Knowing that was the case, Keisuke felt compelled to point out the obvious components of this issue to the younger man.

"Fujiwara's been inhaling coffee, or anything else that has caffeine in it. He's been doing that for the last three weekends, Kenta. He also looks exhausted. Last weekend he didn't eat very much, but he downed so much caffeine heavy drinks that I think something needs to be done about him before he gets into real trouble."

"We all have to stay up at night when we're on another team's turf to get in enough training. We aren't getting any more sleep than Fujiwara is. I don't see the problem with him downing a few caffeinated drinks, Keisuke san."

The S 14 downhill driver shrugged his shoulders with a slightly annoyed expression crossing his features. The sandy haired man's dismissive tone and rolled eyed look set Keisuke's teeth to grinding in frustration. Exhausted drivers were dangerous on a course. If Kenta could not understand that problem, he had no business racing. A metric ton of hurtling steel was the ultimate weapon of death in the wrong hands. If Fujiwara was even half as exhausted as Keisuke thought he was, his hands should not be anywhere near a car's steering wheel. If not for his own safety, then he should be forced to stop driving for others safety if nothing else.

"Kenta, it's not like Fujiwara kun to drink huge doses of caffeine!"

Keisuke exploded as his restraints snapped over his irritation. His loud verbal assault captured everyone on the Project D team's attention. Keisuke ran a hand through his spiky mane with a silent groan over his latest loss of temper. He kicked himself mentally for the kun suffix he used since he had always kept it to name only in everyone's presence.

Kenta, whose phenomenal talent was to get information out of him, was the only one who knew Keisuke felt the downhill racer would make a worthwhile friend if he could only figure out his own irritation with the other driving ace. Being similar in disposition on several key points made it easier having Kenta to talk to at odd moments whenever Keisuke felt unsure about his own thoughts. It was nice to have someone around that understood how it felt to have some of his unwanted personality glitches also.

Still, moments like these where Kenta was being obtuse, and insanely dim made Keisuke see red. Most often Kenta was smart enough to stay with his fast flashing thoughts, yet at other times, Kenta turned into a complete moron without giving him any warning. Grinding his teeth, Keisuke sought to curb his newest white hot flare up before it got the better of his wits.

Ryosuke walked closer. "So, you've noticed the problem that we have on our hands also, Keisuke."

That calm voice held a wealth of cryptic undertones. He wondered about what exactly his elder brother thought to create this set of unique undercurrents in his voice. It was rare to hear real unease in Ryosuke's tone, yet he caught the distinctive bite of that emotion coloring the other man's words with ease. Keisuke gave a firm nod as he looked at his big brother.

"Fujiwara looks half dead, Aniki." Keisuke added as an after thought to prod his brother into action. He continued to try and decide how best to tackle Kenta's newest low into blind ignorance as he waited for Ryosuke to respond to his comment.

"Ryosuke san, nani's wrong with Fujiwara san drinking caffeine? I mean we all stay up through the night while we get ready for the battles. We all drink our fair share of caffeine to stay awake. I don't understand how Fujiwara doing the same thing is a problem." Kenta cocked his head at an angle as he continued to speak to the tall, dark haired, older Takahashi brother. "I really don't understand naze Fujiwara san's behavior is unusual when we'r doing the same thing he is right now."

"Fujiwara doesn't drink caffeine in huge doses, baka." Keisuke snarled again, with his fists doubled at his sides.

If he was fortunate his brother would force Kenta to wake up and recognize the danger Fujiwara was presenting to the team's reputation. If Ryosuke failed to get the point across the burden fell back onto his shoulders. Yet Keisuke was too irate to think of a good way to approach the topic without disintegrating into yelling at the sandy haired driver again.

"Calm down, Keisuke." Ryosuke spoke with a stern look at him. He turned to Kenta with a thoughtful expression as if he understood this newest problem that Keisuke felt ill equipped to correct. "Kenta, we have good reason for alarm. Fujiwara has pushed himself into exhaustion. If he passes out behind the wheel because the caffeine stops working, nani is the expected outcome?"

He took a drag off of his cigarette as they both waited for Kenta to process the question and come to the correct conclusion. It was not long before Kenta's eyes widened as Ryosuke's blunt words sank in.

"You mean, Fujiwara could get into a wreck because he's gotten too tired. But, we all drink caffeine to stay awake. He can't be any more tired than the rest of us. I know I can still concentrate without any trouble so how is it different for Fujiwara?"

Keisuke knew his brother's habit to phrase things to force a person to think for themselves with the correct conclusion come to by the end of the exercise. It was not the first time Keisuke found himself wishing he had a fraction of his older brother's talent for maneuvering others into seeing things the way he desired them to see things with a few words. Still, Ryosuke's talent with people was impossible to mimic and Keisuke knew it better than anyone else. He had to rely on more devious and underhanded tactics that were useless when trying to explain anything to someone who refused to see the reality that was right under their noses.

"Kenta, unlike us, Fujiwara works two jobs every day. He has a heavier work load. He practices his driving on top of working both jobs. When does that leave time for adequate sleep?"

Ryosuke took another drag off his cigarette, to allow the shorter man to digest his news. It did not take long for Kenta to pale as the full brunt of the situation finally sank into the shorter driver's hard head. Kenta shook as he looked at the tall, dark haired leader of Project D.

"Ryosuke san, we have to do something before someone gets hurt! Keisuke san's driving on this course too. So is the other team. If Fujiwara gets into a wreck someone else could get hurt if they don't have enough time to react!"

"I'll do something, baka." Keisuke jumped into the conversation. "I'm going to make Fujiwara hand over his car keys and get some sleep!"

The spiky haired dark blond ground his cigarette butt under his heal, pushed away from the fender of his yellow FD, and headed for his door.

"Keisuke, nani are you thinking?" Ryosuke's voice held a note of command.

"Aniki, leave this to me. I'm going to catch Fujiwara, and make him go to bed. You aren't the only one with cash on hand. I'll drag him to that small resort at the apex of the mountain."

"Fujiwara would rest better in a bed than in his car. Still, the resort might not like admitting someone so late in the evening. It's an hour until dawn. But, I think it's worth a try considering how tired he is tonight." Ryosuke agreed while considering his plan.

"Exactly, I'll make sure Fujiwara's in a real bed for a few hours in an air conditioned place. I won't tolerate Fujiwara losing to anyone but you, or me!"

Once he finished saying his thoughts, Keisuke yanked his door open, and dropped into his seat. He fired the engine, and quickly pulled out of the lot to chase down his teammate. Irritation fueled his foot's pressure on the gas pedal as he hurled the FD down the mountainside with a sharp eye out for his teammate's compact.

Keisuke could not begin to understand his own feelings of urgency as he sought Fujiwara's car. All he could say for certain was that the darker haired space case on the team's roster drove him to heights of fury unlike any he had ever experienced in his life. This was no exception. If anything, Fujiwara's presence dug under his skin in ways Keisuke could not shrug off.

He was also determined to outperform the younger man, yet felt as if training with all his might would never equalize between them. Somehow Fujiwara spooked him whenever they trained together. That odd leap frogging move that hachi roku did whenever he was closing in on Fujiwara during a training run only added to Keisuke's frequently sour moods. All he could be certain of was that the teen somehow seemed to outclass him in some respects of driving. It was one factor that made Keisuke's temper ignite he was fairly sure. The rest of his gnawing undefined emotions remained un named as Keisuke flashed along the dark course looking for the bane of his existence.
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