Initial D Fan Fiction ❯ Akuma no Z: The Doppler Effect ❯ Overture ( Prologue )

Author's Note

 

Animaloids you say? Think of them as bipedal, humanoid animals. These are used in my non-fanfic writing so it may throw you off at first--information available upon e-mail request.

 

Akuma no Z is derived from “Initial D” and the little known manga “Wangan Midnight”. The Z is a legendary car known to have killed all of its owners; now it finds its way into the hands of Randall Dash, an American street racer who was forced to move to Japan by order of his parents. Though this is based on the mountain racing found in “Initial D”, all the characters seen in the following pages are created by myself and LD; my editor.

 

“Wangan Midnight” and “Initial D” are Copyright their creators.

 

- Randall Dash

 

Overture

 

Present Day, Mt. Akina; Japan

 

This was her pass. Yomiko Miyoshi's paws gripped the steering wheel of her orange Mitsubishi Lancer GSR Evolution VII, only letting her left hand leave the wheel for a brief moment to allow her to shift the vehicle into 3rd as she hit the straight away uphill. The engine thumped up to 60mph, Yomiko remained focused on the road ahead; turn C-21 was approaching, which would lead into a series of quick uphill chicanes.

 

Tonight she had something to prove. In the dark of Akina with leaves blowing across the road, her fellow team members on Team Orange would be battling Kattobi Tune out of Saitama Prefecture. They came to Gunma and challenged the local teams, beating every one up until now.

 

She entered the turn at full throttle and cranked the wheel, forcing the car into an over steer before she pressed back down on the accelerator. A perfect power over and Yomiko smiled through the dark. The red panda Animaloid would be doing the uphill portion tonight, she would not lose. She was already at a disadvantage, being a female and all. Of course most of the racers were men; boys and their toys. Yomiko had something to prove, not only to herself but also to her team. Then there was the matter of FNTM. She had to show that she too could master the uphill portions of Akina just as well as the bat eared fox could.

 

Lights caught in her rear view. Maybe it was the others coming to meet at the summit? She looked at her speedometer, 83mph. She then peered back into the rear view. Jesus Christ that car was coming fast. With clouds overhead, Yomiko couldn't discern just what make the car could be but she judged it must have been flying uphill at least 100mph.

 

Stupid bastard. She thought to herself, you can't take the hill climb so fast, you're going to wreck! The car was still coming up, and now she could hear the roar of the muffler. She grit her teeth, No way someone is going to pass me tonight. She shifted, bringing the car to 5th gear and headed for the next turn, this is a 4WD; the ultimate touge machine.

 

The corner came up fast; Yomiko kicked her clutch; sending a shock through the power train and causing the car to drift. It was almost too perfect; well--almost. Headlights flooded her interior and she took a moment to glance in the side view mirror. How?! How did it catch up so fast?! Her mind was screaming at her, she was a drift queen tonight and yet this car; this car was able to drift in right beside her on her home course.

 

“Fuck.” She swore out loud, coming out of the drift and stomping on the accelerator--doing a quick shift to keep speed. She glanced out her driver's side window, “A Z?!” Head to head with her Evo was a deep blue, 1973 Nissan S30 Fairlady Z. This was no normal Z, the body styling had been changed to make the car sleeker, like a venomous snake that dove into the life vein of her Evo. How could an underpowered and old FR like this Z be keeping up to her new 4WD car? Who was the driver? She knew before hand that tonight that Team Orange would be facing an Impreza and an Integra, not some junker Z.

 

Concentrate, this is your night. She took the S curves with ease, but the Z was still right beside her. Keh?! There's…there's no way! Another straight, this was where her turbo would kick in and rocket the car away from this damn Z. That would have been the plan if the Z didn't roar like some beast of legend, backfire and then tear past her. Within seconds the Z was four car lengths ahead and only broadening the gap. Then it was gone around the next corner. Wh-what? How? This isn't possible? When she rounded the corner, even the taillights of the Z were a fading memory, tracers in the dark.

 

Yomiko slowed the car down to a safer speed; she was too shaken to continue at such a pace. Very few cars were ever able to pass her, and none on Akina. Was it the ghost of some legendary driver that used to race on Akina? No, it could only be the devil himself--sent to mock her on the night of her greatest race; the devil's Z. Yomiko let off the accelerator, began downshifting and brought the car to a halt. She had to stop; there was no way she would be able to prove herself tonight, not after being beaten by that Z. She turned off the engine and rested her head against the steering wheel.

 

Bastard.

 

Akuma no Z: The Doppler Effect