Initial D Fan Fiction ❯ Rush ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Time seemed to slow itself for the young 86 driver. He had never been in the Impreza with a spectator, let alone Ryousuke himself. Everything seemed to be happening too fast, life did not want him to get over anything. Happiness was almost attained and then his father was put in the hospital. Though he knew that Bunta was going to die, he had preferred if his father had died after they had been together for a little while. This was going to mess everything up.

Takumi knew that he had to stop the endless cycle of despair that always snaked around his heart. The young racer was going to be okay, but he did not know what would happen once Ryousuke left to do residency. Would the White Comet really desire someone as emotionally unstable as himself? Would they really have things in common once they were living together. Then it seemed to hit him, they had lived together for three months within the same space. Never once did they argue, never once did they grow tired; however, Takumi had been bedridden, but that was really a different matter.

These thoughts were racing and building with clarity as they neared the peak of Akina. Driving was the one thing that helped Takumi stay rational and sane. Even now when he had reason to take another hiatus, he refused because it was able to keep him grounded and centered on what mattered most.

As they neared the summit, all Takumi could do now was just let instincts take over and drive. He knew that Ryousuke was calculating how they were going to fair with his father's Impreza, but he just wanted to see if he could manage the perfect line that he always had within the blue beast. Little did the young racer know, Ryousuke was not calculating or formulating. For once in his career, the eldest of the Takahashi brothers was impressed beyond words.

Keisuke was sick and tired of the guilt plaguing his heart. All the while he had been driving through Seitama, Kyoko had never once left his mind. He had finally made the decision in the wee hours of the morning to look for her black FD. What surprised the blonde the most was how he had not forgotten where she frequently drove.

He could faintly hear the sound of her engine as he neared the summit. Anticipation and anxiety boiled within, he was nearly losing his composure and will to see her. He knew that she would slap him when she saw him, past the slap, he hoped that she would want and wish they talk. Regretfully, he really thought that she would decline his invitation to go for a drive so that they could familiarize themselves once again.

Keisuke did not know what was going on with his mind. He was forming solution after solution and excuse after excuse. Something to give him the chance that he knew he had wanted. Racing should not have been everything but when faced with a prodigy like Fujiwara, he knew he had to keep up. Focus and denial were the only ways that he could keep his emotions at bay. Racing had been his dream and idea, not Fujiwara's but it was his influence and their rivalry that had made the decision for the 86 driver.

As Keisuke continued to drive, he saw her in his peripheral. She was alone and neurotic. It looked as if she had been neglecting her FD again. How was he to know that she was self supporting and could barely afford the upkeep for the monstrous machine. He knew that she had not seen him. This really was his chance or maybe he would find out that she had moved on with her life and had a family now. The possibilities were endless.

As Kyoko stood there trying to figure out what was going on with her car, she never heard the silent purr of a familiar FD. She never even figured out that she was being helped before she realized that there was a shadow looming over her shoulder with familiar distance. Unconsciously, she had not realized that she had let her guard down. The presence made her feel so warm. She could not help but wonder if this was the presence of someone that she had given up on long ago. She did, however, realize that it made her feel so whole and complete.

“Is it the same problem that you were having before our first dogfight?” The familiar voice purred at the shell of her ear.

In one swift movement she did not know whether to laugh, slap, punch or cry. She had remained inside herself because she thought that he would eventually want to remain friends. Instinctively, she embraced him tightly and broke down.

Keisuke's fears subsided and he drew her in an equally fierce hug. He knew that he had made the right decision. All that mattered now was helping her fix her car. Everything else that they needed to repair to start over could wait. All that was seen of them was one large shadow quivering with repressed emotions.

The drive to the summit had been a slow and tedious reminder of how well Takumi knew the Akina togue. Hairpin after hairpin, he knew which line to take. Instinctively, the young driver knew which line was ideal for uphill driving and what line to follow for drifting downhill dogfights. The car on the other hand was going to be a different story.

Ryousuke had been silent the entire ride. He had no idea of what to say, but more importantly, he had no clue of what to say to Takumi about handling the car. The battle between the car and driver are always fought alone. Advice can be given, but it is ultimately the driver's decision about what to do.

“Do you know what line you are going to take?” Ryousuke asked. He could not help but wonder what was going through his lover's mind at that exact moment. He knew that he had imposed on the morning wanting to come along, but he knew that Takumi needed his expertise.

“My mind does the work for me. It is something that I have never been able to explain. When I drive, I just follow the line that I see myself following before I drift in a corner,” Takumi answered shyly. There really was no way to put this into words. The same could be said for riding a bicycle or creating a masterpiece. It seemly happens it never really is pre-created.

“Would you want me to wait for you here? I know that you would rather venture by yourself,” Ryousuke replied.

“No, I would rather you didn't. I know that, at first, I was apprehensive, but please don't leave me to do this by myself. I don't think that I could stay sane without you there,” Takumi ventured cautiously. Being this open with his feelings was something that he was not used to. Always he had tried to hide how desperate he was about having friends and even a lover.

“Takumi-kun, it really is all right. I am not offended nor was I ever offended. I would be honored if you would have me come along with you, though,” Ryousuke could sense the desperateness of knowing that all was well between them. It was the subtleties that helped him to know that they were never going to be apart. “Now, I think that we have had enough interruptions.”

Takumi knew what Ryousuke was hinting at. This run was something that was really important for the progress of Project D as a team. The decision that had been made had never been about the 86 or the hapless driver. Takumi had always been thinking about the team and not letting them all down. Secretly, he had yearned for a car that could rival Keisuke. Keisuke had battled “God Foot” and had had a flawless victory. That had left him on edge because Keisuke could do uphill and downhill.

What Takumi had not realized was that his technique was still developing. He was still maturing into the driving skills that he had always had.

Takumi and Ryousuke both got back into the Impreza. The young driver turned the ignition and the engine purred to life once more. He shifted into reverse and knew that there was no turning back at that point. All he could do was hope that the morning deliveries his father had made him do in the Impreza were enough to ensure that he could find the right line. Deep down, the fear was necessary to make sure that he would drive as though it were his last attempt at being the best that he would be.

Ryousuke sensed a focus that had not radiate from Takumi before. He knew that whatever happened tonight, it was going mean that Takumi had surpassed his inhibitions. Takumi was now ready for the other drivers that Ryousuke had in mind for his double aces.

As they made their way to the first turn, Ryousuke could tell that Takumi was indeed used to the Impreza. The closer the turn approached the more speed Takumi built up to down shift and drift naturally. The wheels followed the turn of the steering wheel and the rest of the car followed soon after. The anti lock brake system tried to compensate for what was going on a few seconds too slow. By the time the system had a chance to compensate, Takumi had already cleared the corner. That was the true test that Takumi was trying to overcome, he had wanted to beat the ABS. All that was going through the young driver's mind was one corner down, the rest to go.

After the first corner, Takumi shifted gears and never looked back. He kept his pace and the tires screeching just the way he liked to hear them. He always turned the wheel slightly too hard to hurry the swing of the body. There was not much compensation that needed to be made because it was really the car doing the work for the driver. It was this kind of driving that cemented his feeling of the Impreza faster than he took to the 86.

When Kyoko had finished crying, she turned her face to see if she had been correct in assuming she could just hug him like this. Could she really think that she could trust him again? Didn't he try to break her heart after treating her like a queen? There was almost nothing left, almost nothing.

“I thought that you had wanted to pursue racing whole heartedly. Why are you here toying with me, am I just a pawn for one of the great Takahashi brothers? Or, better yet, another notch in the bed post of one of the double aces of Project D?” Kyoko stated, looking Keisuke square in the eye. She had tons of questions and not a single answer. The one thing that she wondered most was if he were just playing with her.

“I deserve all of that. I don't deserve a chance to explain. I came to see how you were and to explain,” Keisuke cautiously stated barely above a whisper. “I wanted to tell you the truth that night. I wanted to tell you that you are the most amazing girl. There were lots of scenarios playing in my head that night. I chickened and chose the easiest path.”

“You were chicken! You mean to tell me that you were scared!” Kyoko shouted in his face.

“I was scared of loving you. I love you,” Keisuke replied, the same look in his eyes that he has when he drives.

That simple statement left her speechless. She had known that she had feelings for him. He was always aloof. He never let anyone know what was on his mind. The fact that he told her how he felt made her believe that he was telling the truth.

The little time that they had met, she felt that they were connected somehow. It was something that was indescribable because she was afraid of rejection. The rejection came without her even saying that she was drawn to his magnetic personality. Though Keisuke is more chaotic than Ryousuke or Takumi, he still attracts people.

This one moment in their lives almost seemed too good to be true. Kyoko should have been more attracted to Takumi than Keisuke because they are so much more alike. She was and still is shy and only speaks in outbursts when she is upset. Keisuke has always and may well always be impulsive to a fault. Such faults are the ones that should be held dear to the ones closest to that person. It is these faults that make them special. This was something that Kyoko had picked up on in the very beginning.

The more they stared at each other the more they knew that fate had not been so cruel after all. Keisuke's fears subsided the moment that she had flung herself into his awaiting embrace. Kyoko knew that someday he would come looking for her. The someday was sooner than she had figured. The complexity of the situations had convinced her that he really did not have feelings for her. Bittersweet the chance encounter had seemed, at first, and now she was convinced that this was really something that could have been meant to be.

Slowly, Keisuke moved his face towards hers and their lips met with fierce passion. Hesitantly, she started returning the kiss. Light smacking noises could be heard as their lips continued to lengthen the time that they were together. At one point, their tongues started venturing out to explore the other's mouth. Within the recesses of their hearts, they ignited the flames of passion that Ryousuke and Takumi were always feeling.

Keisuke's tongue met Kyoko's to begin the dance that everyone thinks of when they kiss. Their tongues began vying for dominance. Kyoko knew that she should answer Keisuke's plea with one of her own. That was when she took the moment moan very softly, letting him know that she did not want him to stop. Though, she could not, however, forget about the stranded FD on the side of the mountain right next to them.

“We could continue that later,” she commented softly. “Could my darling first help me figure out what else is wrong with my beloved car?”

As Ryousuke sat in the passenger seat, he could not help but wonder what had happened to the shyness that he had come to love and adore. The braking habit was endearing and sad, he was glad that this was sign that his lover was evolving outside of the car as well. Their relationship was not as bad as he had thought.

Though driving was what helped Takumi think and make up his mind. Ryousuke seemed to be prey to reminiscing. Driving brought back emotions that he never allowed anyone other than his family and that of Takumi to witness, much less experience. Impulsiveness was something that he could not afford on the operating table. Therefore, he had to keep his emotions in check and often appear to be the heartless bastard everyone thought him to be.

The corner that Ryousuke would never forget was rapidly approaching. With one technique, Ryousuke had found the perfect successor and downhill ace for his team. The screeching continued until they had reached the base of Akina. Ryousuke almost saw no difference in the exception that the lighter car was better equipped with keeping the perfect line that Bunta had taught Takumi. The morning tofu runs were something that even Ryousuke wished that he had been able to participate in. Though, he nearly forgot that for three months he had been under the strict tutelage of Bunta as to how to properly deliver tofu. Who would have thought that delivering such a boring food would produce such improvements on driving.

Three months prior…

As dawn was steadily approaching, Ryousuke knew that he would make Takumi proud of what he felt was his fault to begin with. This was going to be Ryousuke's first attempt at driving with tofu and the water cup. He thought that it was a driving technique but it was also for the care of the tofu. As long as the water did not spill the tofu was safe. This was going to be one of the biggest challenges!

“Your late,” a gruff voice retorted from behind the White Comet of Akagi. “Let me get the tofu put into your car. Open the hatch.”

That was all the conversation that transpired while they were readying for the delivery run. As Ryousuke sat in the driver's seat, Bunta approached with the cup of water and made sure that it was not as full as he gave to Takumi. Ryousuke noticed this and said nothing. He knew that it was because of his inexperience that he was being let off a little easily. This is was not going to be as easy as he thought.

He slowly made his way to the base of Akina. The trip there was a smooth one and not full of much ruckus. Ryousuke almost thought that he was going to be home free when he realized that when he turned the first corner, he nearly spilt the water. He would have to compensate for the load in the back. He could not just drive how he usually did. He would have to peer at the water every so often. It was going to be the only way.

As he approached the second turn, he noticed that he was already accustomed to the load in the back. He did not take the corner as sharply and the water soon dancing around the brim of the cup. He still kept peering down as he exited the turn, making sure that he was not going to spill any of the water. The more he focused, the better his driving became. Instead of focusing where to put his feet or how much pressure was needed, his body became aware of everything it needed instinctively.

Then Ryousuke suddenly had an epiphany. This daily task, plus Takumi playing around on the downhill equals beyond genius ace father. This was something that only Bunta could have been discreet enough to pass racing on to Takumi.

As Ryousuke came back to the reality that was this moment, he soon realized that he was no longer dealing with just anyone. Takumi's father had been one of the best street racers in the whole of Japan. The stories of his driving never ceased to amaze even those that were not interested in racing in general.

As they reached the base of the mountain, Takumi realized that he had not been as rusty with the Impreza as he had imagined. His father did have a method to his madness. His father had been all along trying to teach him that there were more cars than just his beloved 86. It just took him this long to realize that he was more capable of driving than he realized.

The car was lighter and the engine had a little less horse power than the 86's new engine. What the made the car a monster on the downhill was the lightness. Driving this car reminded him of the dogfight that he had with the cappuccino while they were in Seitama. The difference between the Impreza and the cappuccino was the horsepower. The Impreza had enough to make up for the difference in sizes.

When Takumi reached the normal spot that he and Ryousuke frequented, he turned off the Impreza. The test run had been a little more successful than he could have imagined. Having Ryousuke for support had been a great idea, even though he had been opposed. What made it more fulfilling was that he had not thought about his father.

“When do we leave for our dogfight in Tokyo?” Takumi asked shyly.

“We leave as soon as Keisuke comes back with the footage of the course. You need to watch the tape a few times to memorize the course. Then we will make the necessary arrangements,” Ryousuke answered.

“That still does not answer my question,” Takumi chuckled. They closed the distance and their eyes met. They kissed again and again. “I take it that that means we leave in two weeks.”

“You know me too well. I do know that Keisuke should be home by now, well by tomorrow,” Ryousuke told Takumi between kisses.

“So, one more night of fooling around,” Takumi chided trying to fight the crimson blush appearing on his cheeks at that moment.

The answer that Ryousuke had was not vocalized, but it was a definite affirmative. The more Ryousuke played with him, the more Takumi wanted to throw caution out the window. He reluctantly pushed Ryousuke off of him. Almost beating the record they had set the night they raced each other, they were soon fighting for dominance.

The familiar path to Takumi's room was almost well worn and known to both of their feet. Since it was no longer shared, they were able to leave their clothing everywhere. Shoes were left by the door, shirts were thrown all over the floor, and pants were left for the bedroom. The longer they fought, the more they realized that it did not matter who was dominant.

As they made their way to the bedroom both felt the restriction that their clothing was creating. They yearned for the freedom necessary to relieve the pressure. All the kissing and roaming hands could not work fast enough to create the incentive needed to start the night's activities once more. Their kiss was so passionate and heartfelt.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, they made their way to the bed. As soon as Takumi felt the bed, he started fumbling with buttons of Ryousuke's trousers. It always seemed that no matter how many times Takumi was the victor of their races, he was always the loser in the bedroom. Though, he would never think that because of how much love and trust Ryousuke beheld.

As soon as Ryousuke felt Takumi's fingers on his slacks, his hands fumbled in the same area. The pattern and the dance were becoming so familiar with their routine that they no longer needed to see what they were doing.

Staring upon the nude body of his lover, Ryousuke paid more attention to detail than he had the previous attempts at pleasuring his love. Every kiss was placed to see what areas of the body drove him insane. The need to see the lithe body beneath him thriving in pleasure was greater than relinquishing his seed. He had never felt such love for another before. As Ryousuke made his way to the navel he then realized that every part of Takumi's body was sensitive.

Past the navel to his erect self, standing at attention, Ryousuke soon sought the need to free them both of their burning desire. Ryousuke soon made his way to Takumi's entrance. Once there he began to massage it with his fingers, in the hopes that he could continue to see the pleasure written all over Takumi's face. In and out, up and down Takumi could not stop moaning with pleasure in anticipation of what was soon to come.

Once Ryousuke was inside Takumi, he could not get over how tight he still was. They had only had about three encounters of course. The need to consume Takumi had never crossed Ryousuke, though he could tell that Takumi would have let him be more dominant. That thought alone was what drove Ryousuke to seeing the pleasure written all over Takumi's face.

Once he was accustomed to the entrance again, Ryousuke soon found the friction necessary to find pleasure for them both. He soon grasped the forgotten need beneath him and was rocking them both. Faster and harder they rocked until finally, they saw stars.