DISCLAIMER: Neither Busigt-81 nor myself own Initial D...unfortunately

Author: Busigt-81

Editor: DreamSenshi


Chapter 1

"Takumi! Get up! It's time for your run!" Bunta yelled.

Takumi rolled over in his bed and looked at the clock, noticing that his father was right; he tiredly got out of bed, stretched his long lean body and stifled a yawn as he found some clothes. Takumi walked slowly down the stairs, he didn't have time for breakfast so he walked right to his AE86 Trueno.

Bunta came over with a cup filled with water, "Don't spill the water," was all he said as he handed Takumi the cup. Takumi nodded and was off.

As he drifted down Akina, he stifled another yawn. He couldn't believe how tired he was, Project D had been racing last night and as usual they had won against the home team. Thinking back, Takumi sighed, he didn't know what his father wanted from him but his father had only looked pissed when he came home late but hadn't say anything but then his father usually didn't say much. Takumi knew that his father saw him as a failure, a disappointment since the very beginning. He had heard it enough times from his father when he was drunk but it didn't stop him from wanting to please his father.


Takumi parked the car and walked into the tofu shop, Bunta only glared at him, so he went up to his room to get some sleep.

Takumi woke up around twelve, feeling rested and refreshed after getting six hours sleep. 'I'm glad I have a week off from the moving company' Takumi thought to himself as he got out of bed. He showered and prepared himself for the day and made his way downstairs. As Takumi made his way out the door, Bunta grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the garage, Project D has a meeting" replied Takumi as he looked into his father's eyes.

"Don't come home too late, you have an extra run tomorrow."

"But it's your turn..." Takumi started to protest but was stopped by a hard slap on the cheek. He staggered back a few steps and looked at his father unsure of why he had been punished but he knew better than to ask why.

"You drive when I say so. Be home before nine." Bunta said, lighting a cigarette and walked away.

Takumi touched his throbbing cheek; it would probably leave a mark for few days as they usually did. He sighed and his shoulders slouched as he walked to his 86 and drove off to the Takahashi brother's garage.

The driveway was full of cars, but there was a spot left for him. Takumi turned off the engine and looked at the people inside. Inside, Keisuke was leaning against his yellow FD, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, while the other drivers surrounded him. 'Keisuke-san's probably telling them about the races last night'. Takumi let his eyes wander and spotted Ryousuke sitting in a chair tapping away on his laptop which rested on his knees, 'Probably entering in some information that they would use at the next race' Takumi thought to himself.

Takumi liked being a part of Project D, he liked the challenges and the knowledge he was gaining about cars. But he still didn't know why Ryousuke had picked him. He knew that he wasn't a better driver than the older Takahashi brother, even though he had beaten him in a race, he never really felt like had won.

Ryousuke looked up from his laptop, it almost seemed like he heard Takumi's thoughts as he looked right at the young driver with calm and emotionless eyes. Takumi felt his cheeks redden, the older brother always made him feel so dumb and clumsy.

Ryousuke tipped his head a little, to indicate that Takumi should come in. Takumi took a deep breath and looked in the review mirror, his cheek was still a little red from the slap but he didn't think that anyone would notice. He got out of his car, pushed his hands into the pockets and slowly walked towards the others.

"Fujiwara! Nice to see you!" Keisuke greeted him with a smile. "Only twenty minutes late this time."

Takumi merely nodded his head in reply. He didn't want to interrupt the younger brothers' tale so he stood awkwardly beside the other drivers. Most of them said hello to him and he simply nodded in response. After a while, Takumi felt that someone was staring at him, looking up he was met with Ryousuke's gaze. The older man's eyes widened slightly as he noticed the beginning of a bruise on the younger driver's cheek. Takumi flushed under his stare and diverted his eyes down to the pavement, which caused Ryousuke to frown.

Ryousuke studied the young driver closely; he knew that Takumi was a very shy and quiet boy. He had patience like a stone but he could be quite scary when he was mad and he was not comfortable being in the spotlight. Ryousuke was sure that Takumi didn't know that he radiated something. Ryousuke didn't really know what it was, but he had felt it when he first saw him on Akina, he knew that his younger brother had felt it too and it only grew stronger each day. Although it was against his general nature to pry into someone's personal life, that bruise made Ryousuke a little worried, 'Who had hit him and why?' He felt a strange feeling, one he usually only felt towards his younger brother. Protectiveness.

"Let's start the meeting." Ryousuke said as he closed his laptop. He watched as the members of his team walked into the house, he stayed behind knowing that Takumi would be the last one to enter the house. As Takumi walked past him, the older Takahashi grabbed Takumi's arm and watched as the others disappear into the house before he spoke. The young man before him flinched at the sudden contact; he looked up at Ryousuke for a second before looking back down at the floor and tried to relax.

"Is everything alright, Fujiwara?"

"Yes." Takumi said in a low voice as he looked up at the team leader in confusion.

"Then what happened to your face?" Ryousuke asked him as he brushed the bruised cheek lightly. Takumi's face reddened with embarrassment as Ryousuke's soft caress, and confusion ran rampant through his body at the concern exhibited by the older Takahashi brother.

"Umm...I fell out of bed." Takumi mumbled, he felt bad for lying to Ryousuke but didn't want to tell him the truth and he had probably deserved the slap from Bunta.

Ryousuke looked at him for a long time, not revealing what he was thinking. After a minute he gave a short nod and walked into the house. Takumi let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and followed Ryousuke.

Keisuke watched as his older brother walked into the room where they held the Project D meetings, he could easily read his brother and knew that something was bothering him. Keisuke noticed Takumi walk into the room and sat down staring at his hands. Keisuke looked back at his brother who just shook his head slightly and then started to speak.

"The team won't race this weekend, they would only have a few practice runs on Akina." Ryousuke paused before continuing, "To celebrate the teams fifth win a row, a party would be thrown tonight." Ryousuke paused again as every cheered, slapping each other's back in congratulations and excitement, after all, the Takahashi's were known for their parties. "But," Ryousuke spoke over the excitement, everyone quietened instantly, "first we will read some information that I collected from the latest races and then tune the cars."

Takumi stood with Keisuke looking at the FD's engine; he listened as the younger Takahashi told him about how they would tune it. Takumi listened carefully, but he soon felt someone's eyes on him, he tried to ignore it but it was making him uncomfortable. He looked up and once again met Ryousuke's emotionless stare.

Why was Ryousuke staring at him like that? Was he angry with him? Probably, Takumi concluded, he always messed up one way or another.

"Hey, Fujiwara! Are you listening to me?" Keisuke slapped him on the back of his head lightly.

Takumi nodded and turned back to concentrate on the engine.

Not long after that Ryousuke announced that it was time for dinner. They would order in and the party would start around seven. The team mates cheered as they walked towards their cars, they had learnt by now to keep an extra set of clothes in their cars for times like this. You never knew what the Takahashi brothers would do.

Keisuke looked towards his brother and saw him watching at Takumi as the young boy walked over to his 86. Keisuke walked up to his older brother and lent against the wall besides him. Together they watched as Takumi grabbed his clothes and walked slowly into the house, his eyes downcast the whole time.

"What's up, Aniki?" Keisuke asked as Takumi disappeared.

"I don't know." Ryousuke said turning to look at Keisuke.

"Why are you keeping such a close eye on Fujiwara? I can see that you are worried about something."

"I feel like something isn't right."

"Ah ha..." Keisuke frowned, "Then I'll keep an eye on him too."

Ryousuke nodded and both brothers walked into the house together.


The party was a success with everyone having fun, talking and drinking with each other. Takumi sat on one of the sofas and quietly surveyed the people around him. He usually didn't like parties but this one made him feel a little better. A few people had come up and talked to him but one of the Takahashi brothers always came along and made him uncomfortable.

Now he was sitting alone, drinking a soda, happy for the alone time, he saw Keisuke dancing with some girl and Ryousuke, as always, was surrounded by his fan girls.

Takumi was very grateful that the brothers seemed to care for him, but he didn't know why they would. As the depressing thoughts from earlier came back to him, he remembered that Bunta had set a new curfew for him. Panicking, he looked at his watch which showed 20 minutes past nine. Shit, he thought to himself as he stood up and walked quickly over to Ryousuke.

Ryousuke had been watching Takumi as he sat on the couch. He frowned slightly as the younger boy paled and hurriedly walked towards him. Ryousuke excused himself from the girls and took a few steps towards Takumi.

"Sorry, Ryousuke-san," Takumi mumbled looking down at his feet, "I have to go."

"It's okay. I'll walk you to the car."

Takumi mumbled thanks as they walked hurriedly out to the 86. The young drive got into the car and with a rumbling of horsepower the car started.

"Drive safely. It's going to snow soon." Ryousuke said looking into Takumi's eyes.

Takumi just stared at him before nodding then he pulled out of the driveway and drove homeward.


Takumi turned off the engine, and hurriedly made his way out of the car. 'Ten past ten. Shit! I'm late. If dad's still up, I'm in serious trouble.' Takumi sighed as he got out of the car, locked the doors and walked the short distance. Just as he was about to open the door an ice cold wind blew past him. Ryousuke-san was right, it would snow tonight, Takumi thought idly.

He took off his shoes and walked into the small living room where Bunta was sitting at the table with a newspaper and sake in front of him. Takumi stood behind his father, his hands in front of him, head down and waited.

Bunta slowly laid down the paper, took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth, lighting it. He took a deep drag and breathed out the smoke, and then he emptied his cup of sake in one swig. He put the cigarette in his mouth as he stood up and walked over towards his son. Takumi could feel the breath of his drunken father as he stood over him and he steeled himself. Bunta slapped him hard on the same cheek as this morning, but the force of this one made Takumi's head snap back and slam into the wall, Bunta advanced on him as he tried to gather himself. Takumi didn't offer any resistance as his father grabbed him by the wrist, swung him around and shoved him against the wall face first.

"You killed her and yet you are so much like her, it makes me sick." Bunta sneered as he pressed Takumi against the wall and twisted Takumi's wrist painfully. Takumi felt the bones grind together and closed his trying to stop tears of pain roll down his face. As Bunta pressed him harder against the wall, making it harder for him to breath, Takumi let out a low moan.

Bunta gave a final hard twist, almost breaking the bones in the young Fujiwara's wrist, before he twisted Takumi around and grabbed his shirt, looking deeply into Takumi's before roughly shoving his son away from him. Takumi tried to stay upright, but his knees gave out and he sagged down the wall, breathing harshly.

"Get up to your room!" Bunta spat out, kicking Takumi's feet.

Pushing himself up from the floor, cradling his hurt arm Takumi staggered up to his room.

"You killed her and yet you are so much like her, I makes me sick!" The words echoed in his mind, his father never talked about his mother and Takumi knew that he shouldn't ask unless he wanted a beating. He slowly took of his clothes and laid down on the bed, he would have liked to see his mother, to know her, but she was dead. She died giving birth to him and his father had never forgiven him for that.

Takumi closed his eyes as he held his injured hand to his chest, it hurt like hell but he deserved it, he sighed as he tried to get some sleep, he had to deliver tofu tomorrow and it would be snowing outside.

He loved to drift down Akina in the snow.