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All For Love 3rd in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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All for Love: 3rd in Rivalry series.
Takumi and Keisuke are recovering from their injuries. They think the only problems left are getting their families to accept their romance, and racing in the Iron Will. They couldn't be more wrong. Angst/Violence/Language. Sam Haters avoid!
Disclaimer: I don't own Initial D cannon characters. Shuichi Shigeno is their creator who forgot to give anyone but Itsuke a zodiac/known birthday in manga/anime. I own the lunatics I toss at the boys to promote mayhem, chaos, & change.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Expect spoilers from the cannon anime through season four box-set, manga vol. 20, & prior "Rivalry series" tales. tags: Bi, M/M, Foul Language, Angst, Violence, H/C, O/C's, Anal, UA, Fingering, H/J, Oral, Contro, Tort, Slavery. Anything else will be labeled in chapter. I have revised and replaced this chapter.
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CHAPTER 1
Darkness skulked the fringes of the silent conference room. Tendrils of shadow shifted and flowed through empty space. Although the lighting was superb above the conference table, large windows along one side of the conference room allowed the escape of that precious commodity. Here, shadows were the main guards, witnesses hovering at the edges of sight for the participants to arrive.
A man's presence, brooding, and watchful, seemed to entice the murky depths closer to investigate. He gazed upon various front page newspaper articles placed without particular order in a fan shape. His gaze was troubled. On several covers, the same grainy image of two young men, one much too familiar for comfort, looked back at him. Again, Takahashi Keisuke had surfaced as a threat to their operations. Someone insane created a newly resurrected headache, which none of the Syndicate needed. Previous trouble should have taught everyone to avoid antagonizing Takahashi Keisuke at all costs. Yet, fools always created excess trouble for themselves, and others. Pensively, the man stared at newspaper covers showing police, or politicians in various acts.
"Shooting at MountainPass Shocks Street Racing Fans." / "Stalker's Final Act Leads to Multi Million Drug Bust." / "Serial Murders Solved: Kēsatsu Recover Missing Bodies." / "Street Racing Star Now Recovering." / "Government Investigation Into Street Racing Shoot Out" / "Chance Or Purposeful Attack? Is the Black Market Targeting Nihon's Street Racers?" / "Stalker Dies in Hospital"/ "Project D Ace Still in Critical Condition."
A glance at his watch sent the shadowed figure gliding to the darkest corner of the room where he seemed to vanish into the shadows. Within a few minutes, soft shuffles of feet broke the room's silence as a group of well-dressed men took places at the dark wooden conference table. Chair legs scraped as they began to seat themselves. A muted cough ripped the solemn atmosphere. Behind each man's chair, a second person stopped and held their position, some with their backs against the wood-paneled wall. Each had a satchel in hand.
An elderly man stepped into the room behind a straggler who stormed to the end of the table and plopped down. The distinguished looking old man closed the door and walked with a brisk stride to take his place at the head of the table where the newspapers resided. The iron gray of his hair seemed to echo of his slowly fading will. The elder looked at each of his guests in turn. Several men ducked their heads, fidgeting at their places along the rectangular table. Tension hummed, crackling around the table's silent occupants.
The old man spoke. "We have much to discuss tonight. I called you here because I'm appalled with this unacceptable crisis. I want to know how these recent events happened. This mess has made every public news broadcast, and headlined all the newspapers several times over, gentlemen. I must give an apology to our territory superior because of this useless shooting." He placed his hands on the newspapers sitting in front of him as his brows knotted together.
Some men at the table glanced at three of their cohorts with hardening expressions. One growled, "This wouldn't have happened if Kurou had maintained discipline, Shimoda-sama. We weren't lax in how we handled the shipments when they arrived. I can assure you we did our part correctly. Kurou should have watched Quai Tou. He allowed that foreigner too much freedom to get into mischief."
A gravely voice answered from the shadows at the back of the room. "I did as you commanded me, nothing more. By vote, you refused to deny Quai Tou access to sensitive information as I advised twice. You gave him freedom to pursue his twisted hobby so you could keep his Black Market connections." The black clad man followed his monotone voice into the groups' presence. The man who had spoken harshly cringed as the shadowy figure made his presence known.
Several men babbled in tandem. The volume in the room increased dramatically. Complaints about Kurou remaining unnoticed dominated their uneasy remarks. The elder at the end of the table slammed his fist against the dark wood table top, bellowing, "Silence!"
Most seated at the table recoiled, a few shot fierce glares at others present, yet all obeyed. The angry iron-haired elder glared at the occupants of the room for several tense moments. When he next spoke it was in a soft, yet lethal tone. "If there's one thing I know, it is that Kurou alone remained true to his word. When Kurou advised Tou was a security issue, he spoke truth. The irresponsibility does not reside with him. He carries out all of his missions with utmost efficiency. Our Yakuza overseer informed me that they are investigating us because of this shameful, very public matter. You argued to allow Quai Tou freedom. I may be old, but I have yet to go senile. I remember the votes. I'm aware that some of you have suffered unimaginable losses due to the shipment seizures he caused. You suffered these losses because of your own choices. Therefore, I will not tolerate any excuses!"
Their leader's wrath flowed on currents of soft words that made several occupants of the room visibly pale. One man broke the heavy silence that fell around the table. "May I speak, Shimoda-sama?"
"Please, Hakugi. I hope you'll have something enlightening to share."
"I believe all share blame. The refusal by some of our brothers to protect our warehouse locations so that we could maintain friendly ties with our foreign connection proved a devastating blow financially. However, Kurou's refusal to curtail Quai Tou's actions when he became unstable, aided in creating the uncontrollable events that have become the property of the public eye. I lay no blame in stating this. Our joint decisions kept Kurou in check. Quai Tou wasn't under Kurou's jurisdiction, so he could not stop the serial killings that Quai Tou instigated. Quai Tou was our guest, and responsibility. We didn't act when Quai Tou acted in unacceptable ways. Kurou brought his behavior to our attention. We turned a blind eye to Quai Tou's activities because his targets were nobodies. None of us dreamed he would cultivate a female obsessed with famous individuals. We certainly never expected Quai Tou to befriend, much less help an obsessed fan of Takahashi Keisuke. Am I wrong?"
Murmurs rose from the table's occupants as a number nodded agreement. Another man spoke in a higher pitched nasal twang. "Hakugi-san's correct. We're all at fault in our current misfortune. We extended too much leniency to an outsider. We were afraid of controlling Quai Tou's escalating bad behavior for fear of alienating our new Black Market connection. We forgot to honor our laws and rituals. We have utterly destroyed our pride, and hurt our place with our barely tolerant Yakuza overlord."
Another voice closer to the left side head held a note of annoyance. "Even so, it's time to focus on finding ways to salvage this situation before the opium and heroine seizures financially destroy us. My share needed distribution immediately because I paid such a huge sum to cover three of my major distributors. They don't pay me until the drugs get delivered. Without my portion being distributed, the loss destroys my finances for the next two years. This was the largest investment I've involved myself in because we don't normally get access to such high grade products."
Another ripple of murmurs followed. Most of the men present seemed to agree. A smattering of loud demands for Kurou to hunt down and kill the people involved in the death of Quai Tou flared as the group's anger gained volume.
The elder again rapped the table top to restore order. "I do not wish to hear laying of blame with others, gentlemen. The blame doesn't reside with the shonen attacked. The blame for this mess resides with us. Anyone with any common sense would know better than to attack Takahashi Keisuke of the Walking Man Gang. His gang may retaliate over this unprovoked attack despite disbanding a few years ago. Finances aside, this is a very disturbing situation if the authorities manage to link our Syndicate to the attack upon Takahashi's street racing team."
Kurou spoke on the heels of Shimoda sama's complaint. "I have buried all the lingering evidence which points to our connection to Quai Tou, Shimoda-sama. Without any way to link our operations with Quai Tou, Walking Man won't regroup to exact revenge. Authorities equate the shooting to Quai Tou's known involvement with the Black Market, not our operations."
"Domo, Kurou. Excellent work as always. The articles in front of me do reflect your diligence. Now, Gouhara, you mentioned that you have a proposal you think could save our organization, and help to pay our Yakuza tithes on time. Will you share this suggestion of yours?"
"Arigatou for your gracious acknowledgment, Shimoda-sama. Because I can't pay my own quarterly levy in time, I contacted an old friend who can help us reverse our setback. Already, I'm seeing the potential in Lady Kahori's tireless work. I have asked her to join us, and explain a plan she has been formulating that may save us all, . . . with your permission, of course, Shimoda-sama."
After several minutes of muttered conversation, their leader again called the room to order. "Do any of you have proposals to share before we hear this unorthodox onna's idea?" Most shook their heads in denial.
One man at the table stood up. "Lady Kahori has failed us in the past. I don't see any reason to allow that old flesh peddling whore good faith a second time."
Gouhara laughed. "Failed? She successfully broke Walking Man's stranglehold over the Akagi region so Shitamura was free to expand your operation, Ideguchi. His profits have been steady ever since Kahori sent in such a lovely, distracting, and very cunning little bit of baggage for young Takahashi. That was all we required of Kahori, and she delivered results. That old whore has proven herself invaluable to us several other times as I recall."
"Takahashi Keisuke survived that botched job! We wouldn't be in this situation if not for him showing up yet again! Once he gets out of the hospital, he will incite the Walking Man gang to arms. He's far too dangerous to leave alive, and should have died three years ago! Kahori's whore failed then and now he's going to cause trouble yet again, I'm telling you! We don't need that skin peddler's interference in our operations!"
"Ideguchi, you speak out of turn. When we asked Lady Kahori to resolve the problem caused by Walking Man's charismatic teenaged leader, we didn't require anyone's death. We did not train the slave she sent for such a demanding task, although the onna did try to kill him when you insisted upon that condition behind our backs. Kahori's slave successfully insured Walking Man won't organize into a fighting force again. Her orders were to undermine trust between the strongest members within that gang's foundation. Takahashi Keisuke abandoned his brotherhood because of the dissent Kahori's slave created as we instructed. The more powerful and charismatic members splintered off to form their own gangs. The ties that bound them together have been dormant for several years now. Lady Kahori insured that fearsome gang won't ever revive, minnasan." Yuasa decreed in a mocking voice. The portly man he addressed sat.
Gouhara motioned for his second to leave with a negligent looking flick of his hand. The man hurried out of the room. Kurou broke the quiet flow of conversation. "Shall I carry out the requested kill orders on Takahashi Keisuke before he recovers? I can dispatch someone to kill Takahashi, and his street racing partner in their hospital room, Shimoda-sama."
Shimoda hummed in a thoughtful tone. "Our laws condone killing those who interfere with operations, or fail to honor their payment plans. Of course that's contingent on their refusal to work their debts off with Lady Kahori. However, the huge media frenzy over these street racers is demanding answers about the shooting. Tou grounded this attack in Tou's twisted amusement, not because of any debts owed to our syndicate. Worse, Asada Kiyo's involved in this blunder because they were attacked while he was hosting their racing team on his turf. He killed Quai Tou to bring the situation under control. Need I remind you that his ojīsan is one of the most influential Yakuza lords in our nation, gentlemen?"
Gouhara gestured for permission to speak. "Nani, Gouhara?"
"I believe we should avoid Kurou's services, minnasan. After Lady Kahori has spoken, we can decide the best course to deal with Takahashi Keisuke. We have yet to exact punishment for his previous interference. I know some of our members feel the death of Takahashi Keisuke before he can recover is necessary, but, I urge them to calm down. From things I have already seen, I believe we should hear Lady Kahori out before we decide. Her idea may provide the greatest vengeance we could ever inflict upon Takahashi Keisuke, without any needless bloodshed."
They brought in a small traditional table, followed by an elaborately dressed geisha. A porcelain mask painted with a beautiful spring scene covered most of her face. Behind her trailed a thin, black-haired man that sported traditional Chinese garb, long, thin, black beard, and mustache. He carried a large stack of files. A child dressed in a rich brocade kimono followed with a tea service.
"I will not condone killing Takahashi Keisuke in this situation. He did nothing to interfere with our operations." Shimoda spoke in a firm voice. "If he ever causes problems for us, and Kurou finds evidence of his interference, only then will I reconsider this order."
"As you wish, Shimoda sama." The shadowy man stepped back into the darkest corner of the room, seeming to vanish as the geisha's entourage set up her place.
The woman stopped near the conference table and bowed with the formality expected of one who stood among great leaders. The elaborate hairstyle's multiple combs and antique hair sticks gave off soft chimes as jewels and precious metal clinked with her action. Gouhara and the rest stood, returning her bow.
Shimoda was the first to speak. "Welcome among our ranks, Lady Kahori. It is a pleasure to share your delightful company."
"I am most grateful for this audience, and honored by my esteemed Lord's greeting." The elaborate hairstyle's multiple combs and sticks jangled again as the masked woman resumed her upright position. "May I have a seat, gentlemen?"
Shimoda waved acceptance of her request and again sat in his own chair. The rest of the group dropped into their chairs. A few dainty steps saw the masked woman beside the short table where she knelt upon a thick traditional mat. Her Chinese assistant had already placed his armload of folders upon the table. Her second assistant, a well-dressed girl child, placed a tea cup with a delicate saucer in front of the Lady and withdrew once she poured her tea.
"Gouhara has told us that you have envisioned a means to help our Syndicate regain our recent losses, and insure we can meet our Yakuza tithes, Lady Kahori. Is this correct?" The elderly leader swivelled his chair to face her.
"It is my wish to help if I can, Shimoda-sama. I owe you much. I have a way to help you deal with your enemies, while making a profit off their misery. Shall I pass out these files which will help explain my humble idea, gentlemen?"
"Of course, Lady Kahori." Shimoda nodded with a thoughtful frown. The lady motioned to her Chinese assistant who picked up the folders. The slender Chinaman strode to the larger table and offered the folders to each leader in turn.
The geisha drank from her tea cup as he strode to each leader in turn. Satisfied her directions were getting completed, the masked woman spoke in a clear voice. "My proposal may seem outlandish, yet I believe the information I'll share with you makes my points for me once you review the contents of your folders, gentlemen. After Tung Tzu has given each of you the data, I will continue."
Several men had begun to look at the contents of their folders. More than one cheek or eyebrow twitched. Once Shimoda had his copy, Lady Kahori began in earnest. "I'm aware that the contents of these folders will be unappealing to most of you, gentlemen. However, in one and one half weeks such content has generated eight million yen for my own humble operations. As is customary I have brought my tithe for you, Shimoda-sama. Please give my regards to our overlord when you see him."
A collective gasp escaped the men at the table. Kahori continued to speak over the mild outburst. "The difficulty you've found yourselves in is giving a vast boost to my own humble endeavors. The media blitz has acted as a catalyst that increased my operation's clientele base significantly."
"How's that possible?" Someone growled loud enough to hear.
Kahori continued as if no words were uttered. "There's much to be said for taboos, even those outside your realm of expertise. My proposal is to take these humble, yet profitable drawings, and recreate them as reality while the media frenzy's still fresh in the minds of public, gentlemen."
"So, you want to make porn movies?!" Another masculine voice demanded an answer.
Kahori's shoulders lifted and dropped. "I don't have the resources to secure the shonen I need for such movies. If I can get my hands on these two," The woman held up a grainy printout that contained two images. "I can insure a very good return on the lost shipments within a matter of weeks."
Pages shuffled as the men searched out the page the geisha lifted in the air. "Nani? This is Takahashi! Have you lost your mind, Kahori?" Hakugi's voice dominated the ripple of unease filling the conference room.
"Hear me out before you judge, please?" Kahori's voice rose over the grumbling. "I know the top image is Takahashi Keisuke. The lower image is of his teammate, Fujiwara Takumi. The photographs I've managed to procure from fans of Fujiwara are helpful, but because fans took them at night, they do not detail Fujiwara enough to make his depictions in ink as realistic as necessary. Drawings also take time to produce. The time required to draw these mangas are lost profits."
Shimoda's thoughtful voice cut into her presentation. "Since the shonen are in a hospital relatively close by, we could have someone take pictures of the bottom one without tipping them off. That would get the details you're after, Kahori. Putting in hidden cameras would be easy for Kurou's men while posing as maintenance. It gives a solution that is a lot less troublesome than abducting these street racers. We already know the trouble Takahashi will cause us if he learns Quai Tou was one of our connections. We've had dealings with him and his Walking Man gang before."
"Such photography would be beneficial also. Still, my point is this: few shonen can trigger rabid shows of support over a hint of possible homosexuality. These two have fans that are unusually strong in their support of, and desire for, these shonen's union. They dreamed up this union because of your recent misfortune involving Quai Tou. As the folders in your hands show, fans deeply desire this pair being in love among an unusually large segment of their fan base."
"How can you think of something this reckless? Hasn't there been enough media coverage already? If they disappear, the public will demand that the Kēsatsu do something. They have even proposed that this was a criminal activity specifically aimed at destroying street racers of high caliber over the last two weeks. They don't have any debts to our Syndicate, and Quai Tou acted against our laws. Such a proposal is out of the question!" Shimoda glowered at Lady Kahori.
Kahori bowed her head for a moment then looked up, speaking in a strong voice. "My phantom site online has generated such an overwhelming request for more drawings that my slaves can't keep up with the demand, working around the clock. Takahashi Keisuke may retaliate once well enough. We must factor that into your current situation. I believe the risks are worthwhile when one considers the data without bias. Securing this pair insures we can release more material, much faster because it will be live action. Under restraints, Takahashi Keisuke can't retaliate against you. With such a strong demand, there's little possibility of failure in regaining your financial footing, Shimoda-sama. The public attention has, and will continue to increase the profit margins for six months. If I gain your cooperation, we can make it look as if they've vanished on purpose, strengthening the idea that they're a couple. That increases sales if marketed correctly."
"I have a question, Lady Kahori."
"Of course, Ideguchi-san. By all means . . . "
"I don't see how a couple of street racers' fans can turn this much supposed profit. You're talking about kidnaping these men, one who happens to be very dangerous, to impress into your slavery operations. I'm not certain doing that would increase anyone's revenues enough to make the venture worthwhile once the Kēsatsu get involved. Have you also forgotten how big a headache Takahashi Keisuke was in the past for our syndicate?"
"I'm aware of how difficult Takahashi Keisuke will become which is the reason I think eliminating him as a future threat is necessary. Look at the fourth page through the ninth in the folder, minnasan. You'll see the hard data gleaned from careful cultivation of their largest Street racing fan website's chat room. This is where we find many of our clients. With a quick private message to give the phantom site link, Heaven's His Hot Rod, we've generated a respectable profit that within the week will exceed twelve million yen at the current rate of purchases. If you pay attention to the fans' responses, you'll see how I became inspired to consider such dangerous actions worthwhile, gentlemen. Takahashi Keisuke will become a dangerous obstacle again. If I neutralize him permanently, everyone benefits. Consider it overdue revenge, and amends combined in his case."
Kurou's gravely tone interrupted. "Controlling an otoko like Takahashi Keisuke will require very careful planning. He's not going to be easy to abduct. The shonen looks weak enough to use for your plans, although it will cause even more trouble for this syndicate if you do something this reckless. The media will go into a frenzy, and the kēsatsu will do everything they can to find him. Without such factors involved, Takahashi is someone you have little chance of controlling, Lady Kahori. I've personally fought him. He's as vicious as me when I'm very angry."
A large hand dumped his folder onto the table as Kurou continued. "This isn't about forcing an overdue payment from a wealthier family member you're proposing. You'll have to contain Takahashi for some time. Unless Takahashi can be broken, which I doubt, you'll get destroyed. You won't fool Takahashi into compliance a second time, whatever your tactics. He's not a green shonen now."
The woman's lips curved upward beneath the mask she wore. "I have a very good strategy for controlling Takahashi Keisuke permanently. I broke his power before, didn't I? I have guarantees of his full cooperation." She turned to her Chinese personal slave. "Show them in, Tung Tzu." The lithe oriental man scurried out of the door and returned with a young child in his arms, while two burly men hauled a woman into the room between two burly men. The woman kicked one of her captors in the shin as they compelled her forward.
"How uncouth, Akiho-chan. To think I once held you in such high esteem that I entrusted you with sensitive missions. Nevertheless, you will cooperate whether you like it or not. Your musuko's happiness depends upon your behavior." The black-haired beauty sagged between the two men. Tung Tzu placed the child next to Lady Kahori.
The woman lifted her head and revealed an exquisite, if angry face. "I'm cooperating until my fingers are about to fall off. This scheme of yours won't work, Kahori-sama. Keisuke's as hard as any demon once provoked. I'm begging you to think things over. I'm making sure your drawings look right. If anyone can draw him, it's me. Leave this insane idea alone! Pissing him off is a very bad idea! Getting more pictures of them for us to draw from as far as you should go. You 'll never control Keisuke once he gets really angry! Minnasan, stop Kahori-sama, onegai!" The young woman begged wild eyed as he looked toward the table's occupants.
"Spoken like a true, . . . and oh so rabid fan of Takahashi's. I suppose the one with the most reason to fear my plan is you. After all, wasn't it your foolishness, and then lies, that brought this delightful kodomo into this cruel world? I'm sure sharing Takahashi with the delicious shonen he races with must be quite difficult to swallow. Yet, if not for me, Hikaru would have been born in a government run prison cell. He'd be in an orphanage instead of with his loving haha. Is it knowing that Takahashi-san will learn of your indiscretions that most frightens you, Akiho-chan? One of you baka, gag her." The geisha imposter maintained a quiet conversational tone. The big men managed, after several moments of struggle, to get cloth in Akiho's mouth.
Kahori turned her masked face back to the group of men. "Gentlemen, one thing we've all learned about human nature is that there are always vulnerable spots to exploit. We've all profited from the drug trade, and the lurid desires of sexual gratification. Have we not?" Most of the men at the table nodded.
Kahori ran her fingers through the little boy's hair, sweeping his bangs back to reveal dark blue eyes. "I believe this child is the second key to controlling Takahashi because he has a strong sense of duty. The first key is the aide of a special aphrodisiac rich blend I import from my friends in China." She pulled a small flask from her kimono and set it upon her table for the group to see.
"Takahashi Keisuke is more valuable alive. His capture gives you a very real bonus because he'll suffer very real degradation under my direct control. After Project D fans lose interest, as they must, you can let Kurou kill Takahashi, since he will not be a profitable commodity any longer. Then he certainly can't cause further interference. Do I have your cooperation, gentlemen?"
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