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yui_miyamotofandom: Initial D
title: Invincible.
pairing: Ryousuke + Takumi
rating: pg-13 (we hope for now)
description: Ryousuke suddenly appears at Takumi ‘s house to ask him a favor, but is there something underlying his request? (Note: Shounen-ai)
Disclaimer – I don’t own Initial D, but I appreciate how much passion was put into it.
Invincible.
By Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 8 – Synchrony.
Kenta ran towards the FD as soon as Keisuke came into the observatory parking lot. I got out of my car and walked over while they were talking.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” He beamed so much, I thought he was going to hug Keisuke.
“I needed to let off some steam.” Keisuke took out a cigarette and lit it. Again, he leaned on his car. “You?”
“I’m going to represent us in Saitama.” He looked down to the ground. “I won’t fail this time.”
Keisuke reached out his hand and ruffled his hair. “You’re the captain now, so you better.”
“Don’t treat me like a kid!” But despite that, Kenta smiled so much that his teeth showed.
“Oh, you’re here too? Hi!”
“Hi.”
“I heard you’re going to be moving soon.” He frowned a little. “It seems like everyone is moving away.”
“Oh yeah, I told Keisuke-san about it when we were emailing because-“
“No, it was Ryousuke-san who told me.”
I was about to say something when Keisuke interrupted, “Sorry ‘bout this. I know you’re practicing and all.”
“Naw, it’s you!” Kenta looked at the both of us. I was very sure he could feel something was not right, but he let it go.
“I’ve gotten the first clear so they should be-“
A voice from the walkie-talkie announced, “It’s all clear.”
“You can do the run now.” Kenta’s mood changed and he appeared happy with himself.
“Thanks.” Keisuke dropped his cigarette and crushed it under his shoe. He pointed his index finger towards me and curled it. “Come here.”
I ended up sitting in the FD and buckled myself in. I’d never been inside Keisuke’s car since we were always competing so I felt strange. His serious face didn’t make things any better.
We backed out of the parking lot and went to the beginning of Akagi pass.
He revved the engine and in the dark, turning my head side to side, I couldn’t see the other parking lot to the left or the grass to the right.
Kenta ran to stand in the middle. “For old time’s sake!”
Keisuke shook his head, but he smirked. “That kid…”
Again, I watched his profile. Keisuke closed his eyes in concentration and then opened them again, saying, “He brought me here to show me the one thing he loved. The one thing he could call his.”
I could feel how much he’d wanted to show me this.
Himself. Ryousuke. And the things that I thought I wasn’t supposed to know.
“Go!” Kenta shouted as he put his arms down.
This is the first time I’m seeing him drive.
His profile equaled that of his brother: Paralleled determination.
This doesn’t feel like a time trial at all though. Are you going against your brother?
I took a deep breath as my heart was getting ahead of itself. Glancing over again, and seeing how he gripped the steering wheel with his whole will behind it, I was starting to understand why they watched us. Why they kept on getting excited if there was news about our team.
Why they all kept on calling us ‘special’.
But why exactly, am I here?
As Keisuke went from the straightaway with that slight curve into the first corner, it was gentle but aggressive.
This wasn’t Keisuke, but…
…it wasn’t Ryousuke either.
This person driving has a completely different style.
I know because there was an exercise one week where we had to practice as if we were the other. First Keisuke had followed me down and then I followed him on the way up.
We were supposed to be each other while doing our time trials after that. It got to the point we became totally immersed being the other one.
“In order to build a solid team, we have to know what the other would do,” Ryousuke said as he held his laptop with one hand, and typed with the other.
I stood next to Keisuke, and realized in that moment, how alike we were.
Driving smoothly into the snake-like path, something began to bother me about how he was driving. It was a bit irritating.
I watched on as the perfect line appeared before me in glimpses. But every time we turned, it wasn’t as solid as it could have been.
What was missing?
Keisuke’s seemed pained as we turned again at the blur of yellow and black against the wall. Driving through small curves and turning at several corners, once more we were at another long straightaway, but mysteriously, this was where we increased our speed.
He’d been holding back.
I began to feel sick and it wasn’t because of the driving. I know in the past I was totally neutral, almost painstakingly apathetic over Itsuki, Kenji’s and Iketani’s fanboying over their cars that I got hit over the head because of it.
However, at least, I was careful about the car. Then again, Dad would have killed me if I wasn’t.
The more we drove, I almost didn’t want to see what was unraveling.
Itsuki had a hard time driving Akina pass but not once did I feel like this. I had fun when I was practicing with him.
Once again, as I watched Keisuke turning on multiple corners, his footwork seemed almost robotic.
However, when I watched past the dashboard, hood, and beyond the lights, everything appeared flawless. More and more questions flashed in my head but it would be blank all over again with every curve.
As we went past the third marker, the fear again came out to strangle me.
I was afraid of reaching the end without knowing anything.
Keisuke has driven this many times, but why does he look like he’s searching for something?
For some reason, I glanced at the rearview mirror to look behind us. Then, I watched the front again. The darkness seemed never-ending like this.
The driving…
It was as if something was chasing us even though I knew nothing was there.
Yet, this style is fluid, and very reckless at the same time.
Two things that occur at the same time. He taught me that was “synchrony”.
But if that’s true, the way Keisuke and I drive shouldn’t exist. I don’t know if that makes sense, but the driver pushed everything with such abandon. However, there are no risks at all.
I felt more and more sick from the pit of my stomach.
When you drive like this, you don’t care about anything. On the outside, it all looks very meticulous. Working so hard to be earnest, it appears seamless so no one would know that the opposite was actually true.
This person driving has no confidence in themselves, and covered it with the car’s abilities.
When we reached the bottom, Keisuke immediately pulled to one side and began to cough loudly. He opened the windows so we heard the full rumble of the engine. I stared at him, and his eyes never left the road.
“That was Aniki when he was known as the White Comet.”
Somehow, I knew.
My stomach churned violently.
His hands let go of the steering wheel and he leaned back into his chair, closing his eyes. “Because of what was happening at home and how I was acting, my parents couldn’t handle their problems and me at the same time. So, they finally gave up on me. There was a time that I thought maybe he was really disappointed with me too.
“But instead of lecturing or ignoring me, he brought me here. Without saying anything else, he drove to show me that he was like everyone else. Deep inside that perfect exterior, there was someone who hated pretenses and was just as wild as me. Someone who didn’t want to care about what the fuck was going on.
“It was intoxicating to watch him like this. I kept on wondering why didn’t he ever tell me about all this? He told me everything, but not this and I couldn’t understand why.
“Who was this person at the wheel? I’ve ridden with him a million times, and not once did I see this scary beast behind the wheel.”
Keisuke shook his head. “My mind was spinning. I had to cut myself from my gang and the person I admired most in the world…it was as if he never existed and this calm maniac was the real Aniki. I really hate thinking about that time…
“But when we got to this spot, he put his hand on my head like he always did when we were growing up. Then, he told me, ‘Whatever path you take, I’ll be there. So, do what you want and just be happy.’”
He kept his eyes closed and sighed.
“Even when everyone around us condemned me, he never judged me.”
This was almost like a few days ago, when Ryousuke gave that expression while he grabbed my arms.
“Thank you for showing me all this, Keisuke-san.”
I looked at my lap and watched my open hands.
Yes, that’s the Ryousuke I know.
But that driver on the pass right now, more than the absence of feeling for racing,
he wasn’t afraid to die.
If that’s it, then when did he change?
“Hey, I’m sorry about dragging you here because I was so angry.” He opened his eyes and it was only then that he fully looked at me.
“What happened?”
“We were having a video call yesterday. And his eyes…” His hands made fists again and they shook. “It’s like the time when he was with her.”
The mention of ‘her’ made my heart ache, twisting it cleanly and thoroughly.
In the haze of my confused thoughts, I remembered Ryousuke’s words in the hospital.
“Her? Is she the one who gave him his dream?”
Keisuke’s face began to pale. His eyes became sharp once more, looking at me surprised. “He even told you about her?”
His fists pushed onto the steering wheel. Then he punched them and the car yelled. “I can accept you training as hard as you can. Of course, we’re rivals, because you take this so seriously. But what I can’t take is that he tells you things that I can’t ask for.”
“I’m not trying to intrude-“
“I...I know you’re not. That’s not like you.” He tried to calm himself down again. “But I’m sure no one knows him the way you do, Takumi.”
My mouth was slightly open. I had no idea about anything.
“I vowed whatever would happen, I’d never want to see Aniki like that again.”
“I know we talked the other day, but there is no way that Ryousuke-san would have taken what I said too seriously-“
“Are you really this stupid?” His patience was waning.
I couldn’t say anything at all.
“I accepted you because you beat me and I have high respect for you for it. But I can’t believe you still don’t get what all this means!” He stepped out of the car.
I also got out and he stared me down across the roof of his car. “I came here to tell you but now I know it’s useless! It’s not worth it if you really think that way.”
Keisuke wasn’t going to tell me any more about ‘her’, but how am I supposed to connect everything?
I took a step back, wanting to put my hands on my forehead because my head was beginning to hurt. I could the pressure from all the battles, and moving houses, but now I was truly becoming mad about all of this.
Why did it have to be now?!
Everything was starting to annoy me. It takes a lot for me to shout but once I’m there, you’d better watch out.
“I don’t get what both of you are telling me!” I kept on staring at Keisuke. “Why did he come to challenge me? Wasn’t it all because he knew who my father was? And now, you’re telling me that Ryousuke-san was someone different before we battled? Why does it matter so much to both of you?!”
Why the hell are you so hung up on me?!
His breaths shortened in frustration as I continued to tell him exactly what I’d been thinking the whole week.
“He’s just focused on the person who stopped his unconquered record.” I turned away so that he couldn’t see my face. I clenched my fists. “That’s it. There’s nothing more.”
Nothing at all.
I’m not important enough to him for anything but that. Stop making me repeat myself. It is sinking in so much that I’m already sick from it.
Keisuke stormed over to my side, stood in front of me, and took my collar.
Pwack!
I skidded to the ground. The dust rose and fell as I felt my raw jaw pulsate, but I didn’t touch it.
Standing tall, he looked down at me. “Don’t you get it?! He trusted you with everything! Even the parts that I couldn’t ever open!”
My arms pushed into the ground, but I couldn’t get up so quickly. I looked up at him with an expression challenging his. “Then tell me why he has a video of my parents? He knew who I was! Of course he’d tell me those parts because he’s fair that way. He wants the advantage at an equal footing.”
No, that’s not what I meant-
“He showed you those videos?” He blinked his eyes and looked away. “I wasn’t even allowed to see them.”
My eyes opened widely in shock.
“With your attitude, I feel sorry that he wasted his time on you.” He immediately turned around and went to the driver’s side.
I slowly stood up and dusted myself before sitting in the passenger seat.
As he rode up silently and more infuriated than when we were in Akina, I watched the outside, following the road with what I had memorized in my mind.
He trusted me more than I thought…but…
No, you’re wrong, Keisuke.
Beyond Project D, there is no way that guy would ever be concerned about me.
He doesn’t know the real ‘me’ off the track and even now, he’s an absolute mystery.
He’s got nothing to gain from me.
That’s why he’s got nothing to do with me now.
Tsuzuku…/To be continued…
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Author’s note: Even before Akina lake became a track on the game, because it was mentioned in the anime, that was how I found Haruna/Akina mountain when I was asking the locals how to use the bus to get there.
Walking there for the first time, I was so excited that each time I came back, I tried something different.
I went to Akagi and Akina/Haruna because I loved Takumi, Ryou and Kei so much. Just being there made them more real to me, as if I was going to meet them even though I knew no one was waiting for me there. But it was my place to go whenever I needed to get away and think.
Ah, what turned out to be a small fic has become quite longer than I’d expected…
Thank you for reading!
Love,
Yui
6/27/2016 11:45 PM – Los Angeles
6/28/2016 3:45 PM - Tokyo
title: Invincible.
pairing: Ryousuke + Takumi
rating: pg-13 (we hope for now)
description: Ryousuke suddenly appears at Takumi ‘s house to ask him a favor, but is there something underlying his request? (Note: Shounen-ai)
Disclaimer – I don’t own Initial D, but I appreciate how much passion was put into it.
Invincible.
By Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 8 – Synchrony.
Kenta ran towards the FD as soon as Keisuke came into the observatory parking lot. I got out of my car and walked over while they were talking.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” He beamed so much, I thought he was going to hug Keisuke.
“I needed to let off some steam.” Keisuke took out a cigarette and lit it. Again, he leaned on his car. “You?”
“I’m going to represent us in Saitama.” He looked down to the ground. “I won’t fail this time.”
Keisuke reached out his hand and ruffled his hair. “You’re the captain now, so you better.”
“Don’t treat me like a kid!” But despite that, Kenta smiled so much that his teeth showed.
“Oh, you’re here too? Hi!”
“Hi.”
“I heard you’re going to be moving soon.” He frowned a little. “It seems like everyone is moving away.”
“Oh yeah, I told Keisuke-san about it when we were emailing because-“
“No, it was Ryousuke-san who told me.”
I was about to say something when Keisuke interrupted, “Sorry ‘bout this. I know you’re practicing and all.”
“Naw, it’s you!” Kenta looked at the both of us. I was very sure he could feel something was not right, but he let it go.
“I’ve gotten the first clear so they should be-“
A voice from the walkie-talkie announced, “It’s all clear.”
“You can do the run now.” Kenta’s mood changed and he appeared happy with himself.
“Thanks.” Keisuke dropped his cigarette and crushed it under his shoe. He pointed his index finger towards me and curled it. “Come here.”
I ended up sitting in the FD and buckled myself in. I’d never been inside Keisuke’s car since we were always competing so I felt strange. His serious face didn’t make things any better.
We backed out of the parking lot and went to the beginning of Akagi pass.
He revved the engine and in the dark, turning my head side to side, I couldn’t see the other parking lot to the left or the grass to the right.
Kenta ran to stand in the middle. “For old time’s sake!”
Keisuke shook his head, but he smirked. “That kid…”
Again, I watched his profile. Keisuke closed his eyes in concentration and then opened them again, saying, “He brought me here to show me the one thing he loved. The one thing he could call his.”
I could feel how much he’d wanted to show me this.
Himself. Ryousuke. And the things that I thought I wasn’t supposed to know.
“Go!” Kenta shouted as he put his arms down.
This is the first time I’m seeing him drive.
His profile equaled that of his brother: Paralleled determination.
This doesn’t feel like a time trial at all though. Are you going against your brother?
I took a deep breath as my heart was getting ahead of itself. Glancing over again, and seeing how he gripped the steering wheel with his whole will behind it, I was starting to understand why they watched us. Why they kept on getting excited if there was news about our team.
Why they all kept on calling us ‘special’.
But why exactly, am I here?
As Keisuke went from the straightaway with that slight curve into the first corner, it was gentle but aggressive.
This wasn’t Keisuke, but…
…it wasn’t Ryousuke either.
This person driving has a completely different style.
I know because there was an exercise one week where we had to practice as if we were the other. First Keisuke had followed me down and then I followed him on the way up.
We were supposed to be each other while doing our time trials after that. It got to the point we became totally immersed being the other one.
“In order to build a solid team, we have to know what the other would do,” Ryousuke said as he held his laptop with one hand, and typed with the other.
I stood next to Keisuke, and realized in that moment, how alike we were.
Driving smoothly into the snake-like path, something began to bother me about how he was driving. It was a bit irritating.
I watched on as the perfect line appeared before me in glimpses. But every time we turned, it wasn’t as solid as it could have been.
What was missing?
Keisuke’s seemed pained as we turned again at the blur of yellow and black against the wall. Driving through small curves and turning at several corners, once more we were at another long straightaway, but mysteriously, this was where we increased our speed.
He’d been holding back.
I began to feel sick and it wasn’t because of the driving. I know in the past I was totally neutral, almost painstakingly apathetic over Itsuki, Kenji’s and Iketani’s fanboying over their cars that I got hit over the head because of it.
However, at least, I was careful about the car. Then again, Dad would have killed me if I wasn’t.
The more we drove, I almost didn’t want to see what was unraveling.
Itsuki had a hard time driving Akina pass but not once did I feel like this. I had fun when I was practicing with him.
Once again, as I watched Keisuke turning on multiple corners, his footwork seemed almost robotic.
However, when I watched past the dashboard, hood, and beyond the lights, everything appeared flawless. More and more questions flashed in my head but it would be blank all over again with every curve.
As we went past the third marker, the fear again came out to strangle me.
I was afraid of reaching the end without knowing anything.
Keisuke has driven this many times, but why does he look like he’s searching for something?
For some reason, I glanced at the rearview mirror to look behind us. Then, I watched the front again. The darkness seemed never-ending like this.
The driving…
It was as if something was chasing us even though I knew nothing was there.
Yet, this style is fluid, and very reckless at the same time.
Two things that occur at the same time. He taught me that was “synchrony”.
But if that’s true, the way Keisuke and I drive shouldn’t exist. I don’t know if that makes sense, but the driver pushed everything with such abandon. However, there are no risks at all.
I felt more and more sick from the pit of my stomach.
When you drive like this, you don’t care about anything. On the outside, it all looks very meticulous. Working so hard to be earnest, it appears seamless so no one would know that the opposite was actually true.
This person driving has no confidence in themselves, and covered it with the car’s abilities.
When we reached the bottom, Keisuke immediately pulled to one side and began to cough loudly. He opened the windows so we heard the full rumble of the engine. I stared at him, and his eyes never left the road.
“That was Aniki when he was known as the White Comet.”
Somehow, I knew.
My stomach churned violently.
His hands let go of the steering wheel and he leaned back into his chair, closing his eyes. “Because of what was happening at home and how I was acting, my parents couldn’t handle their problems and me at the same time. So, they finally gave up on me. There was a time that I thought maybe he was really disappointed with me too.
“But instead of lecturing or ignoring me, he brought me here. Without saying anything else, he drove to show me that he was like everyone else. Deep inside that perfect exterior, there was someone who hated pretenses and was just as wild as me. Someone who didn’t want to care about what the fuck was going on.
“It was intoxicating to watch him like this. I kept on wondering why didn’t he ever tell me about all this? He told me everything, but not this and I couldn’t understand why.
“Who was this person at the wheel? I’ve ridden with him a million times, and not once did I see this scary beast behind the wheel.”
Keisuke shook his head. “My mind was spinning. I had to cut myself from my gang and the person I admired most in the world…it was as if he never existed and this calm maniac was the real Aniki. I really hate thinking about that time…
“But when we got to this spot, he put his hand on my head like he always did when we were growing up. Then, he told me, ‘Whatever path you take, I’ll be there. So, do what you want and just be happy.’”
He kept his eyes closed and sighed.
“Even when everyone around us condemned me, he never judged me.”
This was almost like a few days ago, when Ryousuke gave that expression while he grabbed my arms.
“Thank you for showing me all this, Keisuke-san.”
I looked at my lap and watched my open hands.
Yes, that’s the Ryousuke I know.
But that driver on the pass right now, more than the absence of feeling for racing,
he wasn’t afraid to die.
If that’s it, then when did he change?
“Hey, I’m sorry about dragging you here because I was so angry.” He opened his eyes and it was only then that he fully looked at me.
“What happened?”
“We were having a video call yesterday. And his eyes…” His hands made fists again and they shook. “It’s like the time when he was with her.”
The mention of ‘her’ made my heart ache, twisting it cleanly and thoroughly.
In the haze of my confused thoughts, I remembered Ryousuke’s words in the hospital.
“Her? Is she the one who gave him his dream?”
Keisuke’s face began to pale. His eyes became sharp once more, looking at me surprised. “He even told you about her?”
His fists pushed onto the steering wheel. Then he punched them and the car yelled. “I can accept you training as hard as you can. Of course, we’re rivals, because you take this so seriously. But what I can’t take is that he tells you things that I can’t ask for.”
“I’m not trying to intrude-“
“I...I know you’re not. That’s not like you.” He tried to calm himself down again. “But I’m sure no one knows him the way you do, Takumi.”
My mouth was slightly open. I had no idea about anything.
“I vowed whatever would happen, I’d never want to see Aniki like that again.”
“I know we talked the other day, but there is no way that Ryousuke-san would have taken what I said too seriously-“
“Are you really this stupid?” His patience was waning.
I couldn’t say anything at all.
“I accepted you because you beat me and I have high respect for you for it. But I can’t believe you still don’t get what all this means!” He stepped out of the car.
I also got out and he stared me down across the roof of his car. “I came here to tell you but now I know it’s useless! It’s not worth it if you really think that way.”
Keisuke wasn’t going to tell me any more about ‘her’, but how am I supposed to connect everything?
I took a step back, wanting to put my hands on my forehead because my head was beginning to hurt. I could the pressure from all the battles, and moving houses, but now I was truly becoming mad about all of this.
Why did it have to be now?!
Everything was starting to annoy me. It takes a lot for me to shout but once I’m there, you’d better watch out.
“I don’t get what both of you are telling me!” I kept on staring at Keisuke. “Why did he come to challenge me? Wasn’t it all because he knew who my father was? And now, you’re telling me that Ryousuke-san was someone different before we battled? Why does it matter so much to both of you?!”
Why the hell are you so hung up on me?!
His breaths shortened in frustration as I continued to tell him exactly what I’d been thinking the whole week.
“He’s just focused on the person who stopped his unconquered record.” I turned away so that he couldn’t see my face. I clenched my fists. “That’s it. There’s nothing more.”
Nothing at all.
I’m not important enough to him for anything but that. Stop making me repeat myself. It is sinking in so much that I’m already sick from it.
Keisuke stormed over to my side, stood in front of me, and took my collar.
Pwack!
I skidded to the ground. The dust rose and fell as I felt my raw jaw pulsate, but I didn’t touch it.
Standing tall, he looked down at me. “Don’t you get it?! He trusted you with everything! Even the parts that I couldn’t ever open!”
My arms pushed into the ground, but I couldn’t get up so quickly. I looked up at him with an expression challenging his. “Then tell me why he has a video of my parents? He knew who I was! Of course he’d tell me those parts because he’s fair that way. He wants the advantage at an equal footing.”
No, that’s not what I meant-
“He showed you those videos?” He blinked his eyes and looked away. “I wasn’t even allowed to see them.”
My eyes opened widely in shock.
“With your attitude, I feel sorry that he wasted his time on you.” He immediately turned around and went to the driver’s side.
I slowly stood up and dusted myself before sitting in the passenger seat.
As he rode up silently and more infuriated than when we were in Akina, I watched the outside, following the road with what I had memorized in my mind.
He trusted me more than I thought…but…
No, you’re wrong, Keisuke.
Beyond Project D, there is no way that guy would ever be concerned about me.
He doesn’t know the real ‘me’ off the track and even now, he’s an absolute mystery.
He’s got nothing to gain from me.
That’s why he’s got nothing to do with me now.
Tsuzuku…/To be continued…
--
Author’s note: Even before Akina lake became a track on the game, because it was mentioned in the anime, that was how I found Haruna/Akina mountain when I was asking the locals how to use the bus to get there.
Walking there for the first time, I was so excited that each time I came back, I tried something different.
I went to Akagi and Akina/Haruna because I loved Takumi, Ryou and Kei so much. Just being there made them more real to me, as if I was going to meet them even though I knew no one was waiting for me there. But it was my place to go whenever I needed to get away and think.
Ah, what turned out to be a small fic has become quite longer than I’d expected…
Thank you for reading!
Love,
Yui
6/27/2016 11:45 PM – Los Angeles
6/28/2016 3:45 PM - Tokyo
