Initial D Fan Fiction ❯ Rush ❯ Chapter 10

The two were on the side of the pass for a long while. Keisuke was not taking apart her engine but following the sounds it was making. They both had the same model RX7 FD, though Kyoko's was an older version. The engine itself was a real masterpiece. The rotary engine required little maintenance with expert care. Her engine pieced with the turbo, in it's prime, was a great addition to her car.

Keisuke was almost stumped. She had told him that she was losing power and the engine was threatening to overheat. He started inspecting every area around the wires, the rotor and even the turbo. Once he was able to put he problem in a general area, he would be able to make a prognosis as to what should happen.

After following what he thought was wrong, the center of her problem was near her turbo. Her pipe that fed the coolant to the engine was cracked. There was a slow leak and he was surprised that she did not notice this herself. Though, he could not blame her for being confused because the leak looked as if it could come from anywhere. The leak was in a location not easily accessible and was hard to determine exactly what it could be.

“Well, I think I discovered what the problem could be. Your turbo is leaking coolant. The problem is an easy fix, though it will be a little costly,” Keisuke told Kyoko while he was inspecting her car for what the problem could have been this time around; however, he knew what it was. “I hope that you will let me take care of this for you. It is not just to prove that I am serious, it is to prove how sorry I am as well.”

“Maybe, you do owe me a lot more than just fixing my car,” Kyoko commented teasingly in his ear. “I thought about you for a long time. I guess I still have not gotten over it.”

“Kyoko,” Keisuke breathed, taking her into his tight embrace. “Let's get your car to your shop. Then I will take you with me.”

“HUH?” Kyoko was awestruck, as she looked up at his face. “You want me to come with you, but why? I need to take care of my car myself.”

“You will have to tell my mechanic that you need his help and to describe what it does when you're driving,” Keisuke countered with practiced ease.

“You really mean that?” Kyoko queried. “I was amazed at how quick the two of were the last time he worked on my car. I learned how to take better care of it now. I would love to help.”

“You have started working on your own car?” Keisuke rebutted.

“Well, I do work at a parts store. It was pretty easy to get my hands on the manual for my car. I had to research if I would be able to order it for the store. Luckily, I found a carrier and they were able to send us a few,” She answered. “Right now I am still learning where everything goes, but the basic maintenance and fluid changes are simple. It was the noise that had me stumped today. I left the book at home because I thought that a simple drive to my friend's house was not going to cause something like this.”

“Uh, okay, if you want to help us out that would be even better,” Keisuke replied, he had a new respect for her. He knew that he had been harsh when he had told her that she did not know how to take care of her car. He just did not know that she would take it to heart and start doing her own repairs. “The more people work on it, the faster the job will be. I also think that it would be a better job because of the eyes watching the work.”

He pulled her closer and started kissing her practiced ease. He had liked the way that she had fit in his arms. Petite for her size, but not by any means fragile. That is what he really liked about her. She was never easily scared away. He moved his tongue over hers and they both began to explore. Soon, the kiss grew as light smacking noises could be heard. He broke the kiss and pulled away giving her a lustful gleam and stare.

They both hopped into their respective vehicles. Keisuke decided to follow her in case she was not able to drive any further. He was on cloud nine in this moment. He could not believe that she actually forgave his doltish behavior.

Kyoko was apprehensive about driving her car to her shop. It was close by, but it was going to be a difficult drive. She did not know what would happen if she were to accelerate when need be.

She was trying everything she could not to think about Keisuke. She knew that she had given in to the moment. Could she trust that this was for real? He had been the perfect gentleman that night. Attentive, wondering what drove her to be the person she was. Could this be the same act? Putting herself out there to be broken again. What would be left for the person that would be willing to love her?

Keisuke noticed her cautious driving. He could almost tell what she was thinking about. He did not know how to make up for what happened. He not only owed her this, but more. He could not help but wonder, how does one mend a broken heart?

The sun was shining brightly into the room where both drivers lay. It was impossible to tell them apart. One mound in the middle of the bed and two separate heads. One head full of dark brown, the other full of auburn. Their breathing was evenly paced and both were still in deep slumber.

The room was modestly furnished, still housing the small bed that they barely fit within. Pants and underwear were left by the door. For once, they both were the picture of laziness and relaxation.

Ryousuke was the first begrudgingly open one eye. He stretched and noticed that for the first time in years, for the both of them, they were asleep after dawn. Takumi's clock showed that it was till early within the day, 8:30 am, not too late. Though, Ryousuke was thinking along the lines of oh no, slept in. However, he could not bring it upon himself to stir his slumbering youthful partner.

Takumi's countenance was that of innocence. He could tell that the young driver was not plagued by night terrors. It was almost a first. He noticed that every once in a while, during the night, Takumi would twitch and whimper. Either remembering or just dreaming of what it was like to feel as if one were really abandoned. Though, they both knew now, that was not the case at all.

Today was the day that Takumi would try braving visiting his father. Bunta had requested that Ryousuke try maneuvering towards the hospital. He knew it would be almost too soon, but there really was not telling how long the older ace had left. The tumor had spread since the last visit that Bunta had at the hospital. They were still deciding what could be done in terms of treatment. It was not too late to act, but the location was still the reason they had not acted.

Bunta wanted to see what Takumi wanted him to do. There was no need to force Bunta into a rash decision. To be alive, but with impaired mobility and judgment was not how anyone should live. Chemo therapy was only doing so much and had a limited range of treatment without the radiation to go with it. It was a surprise and shock that Bunta had not succumbed to the effects as of yet.

How would Ryousuke bring the up the request, the last thing the White Comet wanted was for a regressing session. Takumi had evolved in almost all the aspects of his life that it was a delicate matter of persuasion.

As Ryousuke was thinking of a way to persuade his love, movement caught his peripheral vision.

“Mmm,” Takumi moaned as he adjusted himself so that he was facing Ryousuke. “Is it time to go, oyaji-san?”

`He must be dreaming,' Ryousuke thought to himself. ` I wonder if he would let me play around this morning.'

Without a second thought, Ryousuke moved his hands down to Takumi's genitals and started massaging. This started earning him a startled gasp, breath hitching in the back of the younger driver's throat. Ryousuke mused silently at how he loved the responses that he got from Takumi. He continued his ministrations until Takumi started to rouse from his peaceful slumber.

Somewhere between waking calm and fantasy is what Takumi felt was happening to him. Never before had he experienced such a blissful awakening. Hands caressed his nether region and kisses showered his neck and cheeks. It was almost like something too good to be true, but it was happening.

“Ryousuke,” Takumi yawned lazily. “What are we going to do today?”

That was the start of the domino effect of what to do. Ryousuke was still trying to find the right words. There was still the delicate matter of Takumi approaching his irrational fear. His father really did need to speak to him about what was to happen. It was something that both father and son really needed. It had never happened because of the tragedy that happened when Takumi was three.

“Uh, Takumi, we need to head to the hospital today. Your father wishes to speak to you, but not just about what is happening. He wanted to talk to you about everything and tell things that you really needed to hear,” Ryousuke hazarded with caution.

“Well, I think I might be able to try, but I still don't know if I can enter. I don't know how to control my mind,” Takumi replied shyly. He knew that if his father was requesting to see him with the utmost urgency. It was this reason that Takumi realized he had to try.

“The fact that you are wanting to try to conquer it is enough for me,” Ryousuke sighed happily. “I hope that you are able to make it to his room without passing out.”

Takumi knew that the latter was Ryousuke's way of chiding him. Takumi never told him about how people used to make fun of him. The young driver was always too shy and quiet for hanging around large, loud fun crowds. He always thought that other people were being malicious, but Ryousuke, somehow Takumi knew that it was for fun and mal intent.

“Oh really, let's hope that you don't have to put your out of practice arms to work,” Takumi replied slyly, knowing that Ryousuke was anything but out of shape.

“Are you insinuating that I let my literary needs precede my physicality,” Ryousuke huffed, feigning annoyance.

“No, it's just that you were an easy target,” Takumi rebutted.

That was the last that Ryousuke could stand. He immediately set to work on making Takumi feel what he was feeling at that moment. Every time that Takumi ventured outside of his comfort zone and attempted interaction on a different level, Ryousuke felt the need to ravish the youth. His evolution was slow going, but it was worth while because of how much trust Takumi placed in Ryousuke with great trepidation to say the least.

“You know, I love you,” Ryousuke sighed in full contentment.

“I love you too,” Takumi breathed. He stretched and decided that it was time to meander his way to the shower. It was kind of hard because he could tell which leg was his. “Ryousuke, may I go take a shower?”

“Oh, sorry, I thought you would want to have repeat of last night. Something to help keep you relaxed as we decide about what to do,” Ryousuke said as continued to massage lazy circles on his stomach. His touches soon easily became erotic. Instincts were almost driving Ryousuke to his limits. This was the first morning that they had followed their set routines. He felt that he should at least indulge in the moment. He knew that happiness never came easily to Takumi. He just wanted his love to feel it right now.

As they were basking in each other's heat, Takumi's phone started ringing. He did not recognize the number on the display. He figured that it had to be important because only recognized numbers called when they thought he was not at work.

“Moshi, Moshi,” Takumi answered his phone. The voice on the other end sounded very professional, but very sympathetic.

“Is this Fujiwara Takumi?” the voice asked. Something must be very wrong because they were supposed to go to the hospital. Maybe something had happened to Bunta?

“This is Fujiwara Takumi speaking. Is something wrong?” Takumi answered trying to mask the concern he felt in his voice.

“Well, it is concerning your father. The doctor's found something disturbing. It seems that during one of the routine MRIs, they found out that the tumor has spread. It seems that the situation has become dire. Your father's tumor has just become inoperable.”

Takumi's face turned white. Inoperable, the term that everyone did not want to believe that could happen. Ryousuke's father was one of the best neurologists in the prefecture. To hear that his father's doctor had just given up was not something that he needed to deal with.

Ryousuke noticed what was happening and decided to take over the phone call. He noticed that it was about to slide out of Takumi's grasp.

“Yes, uh, sorry, but Takumi passed the phone to me,” Ryousuke lied easily. He knew that Takumi would need him to take over. Something was going on with Takumi's father and Ryousuke wanted to find out. “Could you please tell me what happened and I will relay the entire situation.”

“Well,” the voice repeated not at all frustrated. “Mr. Fujiwara's MRI came back today, after a routine check on the tumor, showing that it has spread. The doctor's have now deemed it to be inoperable. What has had them contemplating what to do has always been where it is located. Now that they are aware that it has started spreading, they want to operate, but the patient told them to deem it inoperable.”

“So, you mean the decision did not come from a doctor, but from the patient himself?” Ryousuke queried cautiously to see if he assumed correctly.

“That is correct. I was told by the doctors to tell the next of kin to start preparing for the worst,” the voice said. “I know that my tact could have been better. Please give Fujiwara Takumi my condolences.”

“Yes, have a nice day,” Ryousuke replied, not the least bit upset. It was just a matter of time for the tumor to spread. He was just surprised that it was spreading this rapidly. He closed the phone and embraced Takumi.

“What happened? Did they say why the doctor's decided not to operate?” Takumi could not stop the barrage of questions that he assaulted Ryousuke with. “There is something that they can do, but don't want to right? Are they afraid that my father could not afford it?”

“Takumi-kun,” Ryousuke replied, gently interrupting him. “There is something that can be done. It was your father's choice. He decided not to have the operation. I think that is what he wanted to talk to you about today.”

“Would you take me to see him?” Takumi hazarded carefully. He did not think that he could drive. “Why would my father not want to further the treatment? I don't want to be alone.”

“Takumi, I know this is too much information right now, but you must brave seeing him. There is so much to ask that only he could answer,” Ryousuke soothed. “I was going to take you anyway.”

Keisuke followed Kyoko to the shop that she usually frequented for advice on what to do about her car. The mechanics there had begun to recognize her car just from the sound of the engine. As soon as she drove into the garage, they could tell that something was wrong. Though, none of them were familiar with the rotary engine that Mazda had used for the car.

Once Kyoko exited her car, she was greeted by their concerns. She liked bringing her car here because they helped her think about what to do. Whenever she would guess wrong they would just tell her, but more importantly, show her the right solution. If anyone could get her thinking in the right direction, besides Keisuke, these mechanics could.

“What do you think the problem could be?” one of the mechanics asked as she headed to a shelf where she kept a spare copy of her car's owner's manual.

“I know the problem lies with the turbo. Though, I am not sure where,” She continued her conversation like this until Keisuke pulled into the garage. She was explaining that she saw it leaking, though she forgot to mention Keisuke. He was not that far behind and caught her before she could pop the hood. She was examining her book that she had left there, getting ideas on where to begin.

She was engrossed in her mission that did not notice him sneak up behind her. She was looking at a diagram that she kept referencing whenever she was confused about what she was reading. Page after page she turned, trying desperately to see if there was something she could by herself. Then, just when she thought that she was getting somewhere, arms pulled her close to a defined muscled chest.

“There is little day light left,” Keisuke purred in her ear. “We should get going. There are some things that I need to do, along with dragging my mechanic here.”

“I almost found a good starting point to fixing the coolant leak,” Kyoko replied the least bit frustrated. “I guess you're right, though. Without the proper equipment, I would not know where to begin. I just really want to thank you for everything Keisuke-san.”

“Please, please, say my name like that again,” Keisuke purred again in her ear.

“Keisuke-san,” she purred in his ear as she stood on her tiptoes.

Keisuke could not believe that this was happening. He felt that redemption was within his grasp. Though, he still felt that it was almost surreal. He did something that he never had done before. He pinched his cheek to make sure that he was not dreaming. When he heard her laughter at his ouch, he knew for certain that it was indeed reality.