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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 – Initial D and Street Fighter do not belong to me.
Invincible.
By Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 12 – To see everything.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
I studied his face but he continued to listen to me without saying a word.
I don’t know if it’s because you’re still not well, but there is genuine fear in those eyes.
Like I’d never come back.
“Why are you so sure that I’ll change?”
Ryousuke’s hands moved from my face, to my shoulders, and crossed over my back. Embracing me tighter, he pulled me a little forward that I had to stand on my toes to keep balance. In shock, I looked from side to side as my cheek rested on his shoulder and his chin touched my neck. One hand touched the back of my head and caressed the tips of my hair.
Again, I felt his heart beating as it pushed into my chest.
Off in the dining room, I could hear the whistle of the cuckoo clock.
Ryousuke began to cough, but he wouldn’t let me go.
Always perceptive, you’ve learned from others mistakes. You made sure that I’d absorb them like osmosis in every single battle.
Everyone has their weaknesses, but I’d never thought you’d show me yours.
Outside these walls and this house, no one should ever see you like this.
I promise I won’t ever let them know.
“I’ll stay with you, Ryousuke-san.” I patted his back and gently rubbed it up and down. “I won’t go anywhere for today.”
“I’m sorry for bothering you since last night.” He sighed and his whole body relaxed.
“You’re never a bother to me.”
He began to cough again so he pulled away, but even when he put his hand over his mouth, I held onto his shoulders. “You’ve got to get back to bed.”
Shaking his head like a child protesting, he replied, “I’ll just stay on the couch then.”
As he walked to the couch, I went to his room to get a cobalt blue blanket from his closet. Even though I was distressed about that melancholic expression, I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
My heart broke, and in that same moment, his unguarded vulnerability, made it warm again.
This closeness was what Keisuke was jealous about...
*/*/*/*/*/00000
When I came into the living room with breakfast, he was watching the morning report.
He took the bowl I made for him. “I’m surprised Tsugumi didn’t stay over.”
I sat in the chair next to his. “She wanted to, but she looked like she had to do something.”
We said grace and began to eat.
“Why did you stay? Don’t you have deliveries during this time? Actually, you should be arriving back by now.”
I raised an eyebrow. “How would you know that?”
“Keisuke and I were there when you tested out the ’86. I wanted to see the new engine for myself.”
He says this very matter-of-factly while eating porridge and doesn’t notice that I’m stumped by how much data he really has on me.
“You really do know everything.” I teased while turning my head to look him straight in the face.
“I’m not a stalker.”
I never thought this guy could blush.
This is kind of fun. Usually, everyone’s making fun of me for one thing or the other. Especially at home.
He glanced at me and cleared his throat. “And I don’t know quite as much I’d like to.”
Embarrassingly, it is very possible to choke on porridge.
Ryousuke put his hand over his mouth as I pounded on my chest.
Out of nowhere, he got a napkin to wipe my mouth and his eyes were laughing.
“Hey!”
“So that’s why Keisuke loved to get reactions out of you.” He flashed me a smile that stopped me from moving all together.
I looked to one side, almost pouting.
Is he being this charming because he’s comfortable at home?
“Well, it’s good to see you’re feeling better if you can laugh.”
“It’s because you’re here.”
How can he say these things so seriously???
I looked back at him and began to eat again.
“Has this thing happened before?”
“Yes. It has been a while, but it has.” He resumed eating again.
With full sincerity, I told him, “If there’s anything you need, I’ll be here.”
He put his bowl down and put his right hand over his eyes. Ryousuke began to chuckle. “I’m old enough to take care of myself so you don’t have to worry so much.”
“I was being-“
He reached his hand out to me and ran it through my hair. “I know. Thank you.”
You’re doing it again.
To keep us from knowing anything about you. We’re always some distance away.
No wonder Keisuke is more frustrated than me.
I winced again at my jaw’s dull pain.
He caught my chin. “Is this Keisuke’s fault?”
“No, it was my stupidity.”
Ryousuke gave my jaw a good look over. It was still bruised and if I pushed on it, the bone hurt.
Letting go of my chin, he said with full resolve, “To make up for it, I won’t touch any work.”
“I’m going to make sure you don’t.”
“Is that so?”
Is it my imagination or does he sound like he’s really enjoying this?
“Why not? I’ve not had a day off since we ended Project D and with packing.”
“Hmm.” He rubbed his chin.
“Has it been that long since you’ve had a day off?”
“Day off…”
I blinked my eyes in astonishment. “What do you do on your days off?”
“Read books about racing, look for new talent and plan my theory.”
Ohhh boy. Keisuke, I take it all back.
He needs more than a ‘break’.
“Shouldn’t you spend that time sleeping or something?”
“When I stay here, I always find something to do, which was what got me in trouble in the first place.”
“Sometimes, I think you need ‘trouble’. Actually, it’s nice to know once in a while you’re like one of us.”
“I’m not?”
“Anyone who talks about you, I’m sure you know, says you’re some kind of superhuman. That’s an understatement.”
“I just do what I’m supposed to.” He gave a thoughtful look. “It isn’t as admirable as you think.”
“You’re really great though.” I really wished he couldn’t see my expression at that moment.
“It’s very hard not to envy how you see things so clearly.”
“Not really, I’m-“ I stammered.
“You face yourself without reservations. That’s what I like about you.”
I leaned back into my chair as I did so, the sports section of the report came up. We were both watching a foreign press conference for the new driver of a British team.
She was the rookie with the contract?
“Iwase Kyouko.” Ryousuke smiled at the television. “I bet Keisuke is watching this right now.”
“That’s why she wasn’t there yesterday. She was already abroad.”
“You were wondering about that as well.”
“Didn’t Keisuke refuse her because of Project D?”
“Yes, but I’m sure he couldn’t forget her.”
They were showing a clip of her first few runs on her new team. Ryousuke and I watched at how much she’d improved since our race together.
“Oh, that’s why Keisuke’s so fixated on her.”
“Why do you say that? He never talked about her since that day.”
“He’s single-minded that way.” He glanced over towards me. “Maybe both of us are.”
“That’s the only way you’ll reach your goals.”
He tilted his head. “You could put it that way.”
I got our bowls and stood up.
With my back to him, I said, “Ryousuke-san, since it’s your day off, what would be the most impossible thing you’d ever want to do right now?”
“But there is nothing impossible. Just inaccessible at the moment.”
Trying to talk to Ryousuke about things outside of racing is more difficult than I thought…
“I mean don’t you ever want to get away?”
“Honestly, yes, I do. Once in a while. There are times I wonder if I never became the Red Suns’ leader or the White Comet.”
“I can’t bring you far, but how about Tokyo?”
I shouted out as he grabbed my waist and turned me around. My knees were on the couch cushions as he kept holding onto my hips. I was trying hard to hold onto the bowls, not fall over and keep my head from boiling over.
Looking down at him, again, he smiled up at me, but this time, it was sparkling. “Are you picking me up, Fujiwara?”
Flustered, I shook my head nervously. “N-no.”
“I’ll get ready then.” He winked at me.
Standing as fast I could, I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as he prepared. When I finished, he called out, “Come up!”
When I went to his room, he was dressed in a white blouse and khaki pants. Ryousuke was pulling the waist of a pair of complicated blue pants that had straps and zippers in many different places. He put it near my waist to check it. “These were Keisuke’s, but he hardly wore them. You can have them.”
Before I could even decline, he already stepped out of his own room and closed the door before him.
I saw the white v-neck t-shirt on his bed, a package of new underwear, and a bag. I shook my head and put everything on, placing my stuff in the bag.
When I went downstairs into the living room, he nodded his approval. “All set.”
I felt more self-conscious than ever and blurted out, “I’m just doing this because you’re sick.”
“I’m glad I did.” He coughed.
“You’re enjoying this,” I retorted back.
“Very much.” That smug face appeared once more. “Aren’t you?”
And that’s how I ended up driving the FC again.
*/*/*/*/*/00000
First, we went to Asakusa to pray at Sensoji Temple. We went up the stairs and inside, Ryousuke and I each got an oracle reading. His piece of paper read “Excellent Luck” while mine had “Good Luck” so we put both of them in our wallets.
Then, we went over to Sky Tree to eat some Hawaiian burgers that I always wanted to try, but Ryousuke wanted to go to a higher floor to eat his favorite green tea ice cream with red bean.
We went up to the top and saw all of Tokyo, from Shinjuku to Kasai Rinkai Koen.
Once in a while, I’d check to see Ryousuke’s eyes light up as he looked over the bay. He seemed to really like water.
“I thought you came here often to do research.”
“True, but I never really saw the city.”
“How about you?”
“I don’t know much about Tokyo. I went around Ikebukuro sometimes or that school trip to Tokyo Tower, but that’s it.” I put my hands on the railing and looked down at Sumida River. “I wasn’t that interested to see what was here. Actually, I never really thought I’d ever leave Gunma.”
He put his index fingers on my chin and on the top of my head. Then, he moved it from side to side.
“I’m scared of you changing because of all of this. But it is very beautiful too. It’s like when we are driving down the pass. You can only see the world as far you can go.” He took his fingers away. “I want you to see everything that could be yours.”
“When I first started doing battles, that’s what my dad said, ‘Keep Akina inside of you and you’ll have no problems.’”
“Then, I’ll trust in that.” He walked off to go the elevator that would take us back to the bottom of Sky Tree.
An hour later, we parked in one of the 24-hour parking areas near Yodohashi Electronics and walked on the main street of Akihabara. Because it was Sunday, this road was closed for the public to walk through and it felt like thousands of people were bustling to get from one game center, electronics store, or discount anime shop to another.
We went into one of the game centers called “Tokyo Leisure World”.
The first thing that caught Ryousuke’s eye was something called Street Fighter. He started watching and as he held his chin in contemplation, I just glanced at him and the player. Player after player went but weren’t disturbed by him. Then, after half an hour, he finally spoke. “Okay, I’ll try that.”
“You never played this with Keisuke?”
“He did, but not me. I was more interested in reading. I just wanted to drive. That’s all I ever wanted to do.”
“Why driving?”
“Remember the ‘80s? The bubble period was full of its mishaps. Yes, it was a crazy time, but when I think about it, we were lucky to see that there was even a chance to be on top of the world. To have everything. When there was a glance that the rules of former life could be broken and changed. I watched racing because I’d secretly seen my mother watch it when father was on call at the hospital. She didn’t know I saw the world where people worked together with what they had created. Sure there were accidents, but they actually found something that could find perfect harmony between man and machine. That’s what a car is to me.
“So when I watch you, I knew that perfection of beauty I watched on the screen had finally come into life. That is the true reason I’d created Project D.
“I didn’t mean to antagonize you with my fantasies.”
He sat down in front of the flashing screen and all I could do was stare at his profile.
No one had ever told me such a thing in my whole life. Praises, accolades, and flattery came in all forms as well as threats, sneers, and challenges, but I don’t think anyone had given me those words with all of themselves behind them.
Then again, I had always believed in all the things you told me. So, of all the people who had taught me to see myself as I truly was,
it couldn’t have been anyone but you.
I put my left hand on his shoulder. His fingers lightly touched the top of my hand before starting to play his game.
Letting go, I stepped back and watched him duplicate the exact moves the multiple people who sat in front of us, evolving as the minutes passed.
Even if he was just playing against the computer, it was too amazing.
He really was the type to go all out. In everything.
Maybe somewhere in his plans…
…that included me as well?
Tsuzuku…/To be continued…
--
Author’s note: I think Takumi’s cute point is his cluelessness. And for me, Ryousuke would have a lot of fun with that…
I don’t know why, but that’s the single thing that kept me watching (besides their awesome cars). And Ryousuke and Keisuke have been following him ever since they raced. They both observe different parts of him, and yet, he completely thinks it’s normal.
I find all this completely adorable.
And with all the heaviness, I think I needed waffy right about now. Definitely need to finally get out all those dorky doujinshi scenes that have spun in my head.
Thank you to all the readers who are reading and who will read this in the future, this fic means a lot to me so I appreciate all your support.
Love,
Yui
7/23/2016 4:13 PM - Los Angeles
7/24/2016 8:13 AM - 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 – Initial D and Street Fighter do not belong to me.
Invincible.
By Miyamoto Yui
Chapter 12 – To see everything.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
I studied his face but he continued to listen to me without saying a word.
I don’t know if it’s because you’re still not well, but there is genuine fear in those eyes.
Like I’d never come back.
“Why are you so sure that I’ll change?”
Ryousuke’s hands moved from my face, to my shoulders, and crossed over my back. Embracing me tighter, he pulled me a little forward that I had to stand on my toes to keep balance. In shock, I looked from side to side as my cheek rested on his shoulder and his chin touched my neck. One hand touched the back of my head and caressed the tips of my hair.
Again, I felt his heart beating as it pushed into my chest.
Off in the dining room, I could hear the whistle of the cuckoo clock.
Ryousuke began to cough, but he wouldn’t let me go.
Always perceptive, you’ve learned from others mistakes. You made sure that I’d absorb them like osmosis in every single battle.
Everyone has their weaknesses, but I’d never thought you’d show me yours.
Outside these walls and this house, no one should ever see you like this.
I promise I won’t ever let them know.
“I’ll stay with you, Ryousuke-san.” I patted his back and gently rubbed it up and down. “I won’t go anywhere for today.”
“I’m sorry for bothering you since last night.” He sighed and his whole body relaxed.
“You’re never a bother to me.”
He began to cough again so he pulled away, but even when he put his hand over his mouth, I held onto his shoulders. “You’ve got to get back to bed.”
Shaking his head like a child protesting, he replied, “I’ll just stay on the couch then.”
As he walked to the couch, I went to his room to get a cobalt blue blanket from his closet. Even though I was distressed about that melancholic expression, I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
My heart broke, and in that same moment, his unguarded vulnerability, made it warm again.
This closeness was what Keisuke was jealous about...
*/*/*/*/*/00000
When I came into the living room with breakfast, he was watching the morning report.
He took the bowl I made for him. “I’m surprised Tsugumi didn’t stay over.”
I sat in the chair next to his. “She wanted to, but she looked like she had to do something.”
We said grace and began to eat.
“Why did you stay? Don’t you have deliveries during this time? Actually, you should be arriving back by now.”
I raised an eyebrow. “How would you know that?”
“Keisuke and I were there when you tested out the ’86. I wanted to see the new engine for myself.”
He says this very matter-of-factly while eating porridge and doesn’t notice that I’m stumped by how much data he really has on me.
“You really do know everything.” I teased while turning my head to look him straight in the face.
“I’m not a stalker.”
I never thought this guy could blush.
This is kind of fun. Usually, everyone’s making fun of me for one thing or the other. Especially at home.
He glanced at me and cleared his throat. “And I don’t know quite as much I’d like to.”
Embarrassingly, it is very possible to choke on porridge.
Ryousuke put his hand over his mouth as I pounded on my chest.
Out of nowhere, he got a napkin to wipe my mouth and his eyes were laughing.
“Hey!”
“So that’s why Keisuke loved to get reactions out of you.” He flashed me a smile that stopped me from moving all together.
I looked to one side, almost pouting.
Is he being this charming because he’s comfortable at home?
“Well, it’s good to see you’re feeling better if you can laugh.”
“It’s because you’re here.”
How can he say these things so seriously???
I looked back at him and began to eat again.
“Has this thing happened before?”
“Yes. It has been a while, but it has.” He resumed eating again.
With full sincerity, I told him, “If there’s anything you need, I’ll be here.”
He put his bowl down and put his right hand over his eyes. Ryousuke began to chuckle. “I’m old enough to take care of myself so you don’t have to worry so much.”
“I was being-“
He reached his hand out to me and ran it through my hair. “I know. Thank you.”
You’re doing it again.
To keep us from knowing anything about you. We’re always some distance away.
No wonder Keisuke is more frustrated than me.
I winced again at my jaw’s dull pain.
He caught my chin. “Is this Keisuke’s fault?”
“No, it was my stupidity.”
Ryousuke gave my jaw a good look over. It was still bruised and if I pushed on it, the bone hurt.
Letting go of my chin, he said with full resolve, “To make up for it, I won’t touch any work.”
“I’m going to make sure you don’t.”
“Is that so?”
Is it my imagination or does he sound like he’s really enjoying this?
“Why not? I’ve not had a day off since we ended Project D and with packing.”
“Hmm.” He rubbed his chin.
“Has it been that long since you’ve had a day off?”
“Day off…”
I blinked my eyes in astonishment. “What do you do on your days off?”
“Read books about racing, look for new talent and plan my theory.”
Ohhh boy. Keisuke, I take it all back.
He needs more than a ‘break’.
“Shouldn’t you spend that time sleeping or something?”
“When I stay here, I always find something to do, which was what got me in trouble in the first place.”
“Sometimes, I think you need ‘trouble’. Actually, it’s nice to know once in a while you’re like one of us.”
“I’m not?”
“Anyone who talks about you, I’m sure you know, says you’re some kind of superhuman. That’s an understatement.”
“I just do what I’m supposed to.” He gave a thoughtful look. “It isn’t as admirable as you think.”
“You’re really great though.” I really wished he couldn’t see my expression at that moment.
“It’s very hard not to envy how you see things so clearly.”
“Not really, I’m-“ I stammered.
“You face yourself without reservations. That’s what I like about you.”
I leaned back into my chair as I did so, the sports section of the report came up. We were both watching a foreign press conference for the new driver of a British team.
She was the rookie with the contract?
“Iwase Kyouko.” Ryousuke smiled at the television. “I bet Keisuke is watching this right now.”
“That’s why she wasn’t there yesterday. She was already abroad.”
“You were wondering about that as well.”
“Didn’t Keisuke refuse her because of Project D?”
“Yes, but I’m sure he couldn’t forget her.”
They were showing a clip of her first few runs on her new team. Ryousuke and I watched at how much she’d improved since our race together.
“Oh, that’s why Keisuke’s so fixated on her.”
“Why do you say that? He never talked about her since that day.”
“He’s single-minded that way.” He glanced over towards me. “Maybe both of us are.”
“That’s the only way you’ll reach your goals.”
He tilted his head. “You could put it that way.”
I got our bowls and stood up.
With my back to him, I said, “Ryousuke-san, since it’s your day off, what would be the most impossible thing you’d ever want to do right now?”
“But there is nothing impossible. Just inaccessible at the moment.”
Trying to talk to Ryousuke about things outside of racing is more difficult than I thought…
“I mean don’t you ever want to get away?”
“Honestly, yes, I do. Once in a while. There are times I wonder if I never became the Red Suns’ leader or the White Comet.”
“I can’t bring you far, but how about Tokyo?”
I shouted out as he grabbed my waist and turned me around. My knees were on the couch cushions as he kept holding onto my hips. I was trying hard to hold onto the bowls, not fall over and keep my head from boiling over.
Looking down at him, again, he smiled up at me, but this time, it was sparkling. “Are you picking me up, Fujiwara?”
Flustered, I shook my head nervously. “N-no.”
“I’ll get ready then.” He winked at me.
Standing as fast I could, I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes as he prepared. When I finished, he called out, “Come up!”
When I went to his room, he was dressed in a white blouse and khaki pants. Ryousuke was pulling the waist of a pair of complicated blue pants that had straps and zippers in many different places. He put it near my waist to check it. “These were Keisuke’s, but he hardly wore them. You can have them.”
Before I could even decline, he already stepped out of his own room and closed the door before him.
I saw the white v-neck t-shirt on his bed, a package of new underwear, and a bag. I shook my head and put everything on, placing my stuff in the bag.
When I went downstairs into the living room, he nodded his approval. “All set.”
I felt more self-conscious than ever and blurted out, “I’m just doing this because you’re sick.”
“I’m glad I did.” He coughed.
“You’re enjoying this,” I retorted back.
“Very much.” That smug face appeared once more. “Aren’t you?”
And that’s how I ended up driving the FC again.
*/*/*/*/*/00000
First, we went to Asakusa to pray at Sensoji Temple. We went up the stairs and inside, Ryousuke and I each got an oracle reading. His piece of paper read “Excellent Luck” while mine had “Good Luck” so we put both of them in our wallets.
Then, we went over to Sky Tree to eat some Hawaiian burgers that I always wanted to try, but Ryousuke wanted to go to a higher floor to eat his favorite green tea ice cream with red bean.
We went up to the top and saw all of Tokyo, from Shinjuku to Kasai Rinkai Koen.
Once in a while, I’d check to see Ryousuke’s eyes light up as he looked over the bay. He seemed to really like water.
“I thought you came here often to do research.”
“True, but I never really saw the city.”
“How about you?”
“I don’t know much about Tokyo. I went around Ikebukuro sometimes or that school trip to Tokyo Tower, but that’s it.” I put my hands on the railing and looked down at Sumida River. “I wasn’t that interested to see what was here. Actually, I never really thought I’d ever leave Gunma.”
He put his index fingers on my chin and on the top of my head. Then, he moved it from side to side.
“I’m scared of you changing because of all of this. But it is very beautiful too. It’s like when we are driving down the pass. You can only see the world as far you can go.” He took his fingers away. “I want you to see everything that could be yours.”
“When I first started doing battles, that’s what my dad said, ‘Keep Akina inside of you and you’ll have no problems.’”
“Then, I’ll trust in that.” He walked off to go the elevator that would take us back to the bottom of Sky Tree.
An hour later, we parked in one of the 24-hour parking areas near Yodohashi Electronics and walked on the main street of Akihabara. Because it was Sunday, this road was closed for the public to walk through and it felt like thousands of people were bustling to get from one game center, electronics store, or discount anime shop to another.
We went into one of the game centers called “Tokyo Leisure World”.
The first thing that caught Ryousuke’s eye was something called Street Fighter. He started watching and as he held his chin in contemplation, I just glanced at him and the player. Player after player went but weren’t disturbed by him. Then, after half an hour, he finally spoke. “Okay, I’ll try that.”
“You never played this with Keisuke?”
“He did, but not me. I was more interested in reading. I just wanted to drive. That’s all I ever wanted to do.”
“Why driving?”
“Remember the ‘80s? The bubble period was full of its mishaps. Yes, it was a crazy time, but when I think about it, we were lucky to see that there was even a chance to be on top of the world. To have everything. When there was a glance that the rules of former life could be broken and changed. I watched racing because I’d secretly seen my mother watch it when father was on call at the hospital. She didn’t know I saw the world where people worked together with what they had created. Sure there were accidents, but they actually found something that could find perfect harmony between man and machine. That’s what a car is to me.
“So when I watch you, I knew that perfection of beauty I watched on the screen had finally come into life. That is the true reason I’d created Project D.
“I didn’t mean to antagonize you with my fantasies.”
He sat down in front of the flashing screen and all I could do was stare at his profile.
No one had ever told me such a thing in my whole life. Praises, accolades, and flattery came in all forms as well as threats, sneers, and challenges, but I don’t think anyone had given me those words with all of themselves behind them.
Then again, I had always believed in all the things you told me. So, of all the people who had taught me to see myself as I truly was,
it couldn’t have been anyone but you.
I put my left hand on his shoulder. His fingers lightly touched the top of my hand before starting to play his game.
Letting go, I stepped back and watched him duplicate the exact moves the multiple people who sat in front of us, evolving as the minutes passed.
Even if he was just playing against the computer, it was too amazing.
He really was the type to go all out. In everything.
Maybe somewhere in his plans…
…that included me as well?
Tsuzuku…/To be continued…
--
Author’s note: I think Takumi’s cute point is his cluelessness. And for me, Ryousuke would have a lot of fun with that…
I don’t know why, but that’s the single thing that kept me watching (besides their awesome cars). And Ryousuke and Keisuke have been following him ever since they raced. They both observe different parts of him, and yet, he completely thinks it’s normal.
I find all this completely adorable.
And with all the heaviness, I think I needed waffy right about now. Definitely need to finally get out all those dorky doujinshi scenes that have spun in my head.
Thank you to all the readers who are reading and who will read this in the future, this fic means a lot to me so I appreciate all your support.
Love,
Yui
7/23/2016 4:13 PM - Los Angeles
7/24/2016 8:13 AM - Tokyo
