Author's Note: Initial D and characters are property of Shuichi Shigeno. The DC2 is property of Honda, the AE86 is property of Toyota, and the FC3S and FD3S are both properties of Mazda. Blah, blah, blah ON WITH THE SHOW!

Announcer: Initial D! R Stage the Fanfic!

4:15 AM - Lake Akina Hotel.

A young man strolled from the hotel, moving toward a black Integra Type R, better known as an ITR or DC2 among gearheads. He pulled the keys from his pocket and twirled the ring around his index finger. Suddenly a familiar scent played in his nose. It smelled of 93 octane? Racing gas! Someone around here was a racer. He looked around, but the only other operating automobile was a dinky little hatchback.

Turning his body quickly, he moved on the panda car. He read the sticker on the side. "Fujiwara Tofu" he said to himself. An old Sprinter Trueno GT-APEX, an Eight-Six, was delivering tofu to a hotel on the top of a mountain. This was something worth investigating.

He went back to his car and waited until the driver returned. He stared hard, calculating and analyzing. He watched as the lights flipped up and on. He listened as the 4A-G started up, noting it was far different than any Hachi-Roku he'd ever raced. A custom exhaust? No, too obvious. Engine transplant? But it was an Eight-Six! Nobody would ever bother putting an engine like THAT into a car like that.

As the panda Trueno left the parking lot, the black ITR followed. He tailed the car for a while, then flashed his bright lights on the initial straightaway. Time to see what this dated AE86 could do.

Takumi looked in his rearview mirror, squinting as the black ITR flashed its high beams. "What's going on?" he questioned himself. His only response was to press harder on the accelerator. "I was going to take it easy this morning, but it's hardly worth it to get passed. Let's see what you've got!"

The DC2 driver grinned, pressing the accelerator to the floor. He moved to the outside line as the first left hander approched. He shifted up to fourth, making the turn look easy. He was even with the aging drift machine now, and he glanced at the driver. He waved politely and eased past. He shifted again to fifth, sliding gently into corner two. Perhaps this wasn't the best time, but he remembered how he meant to preview the course.

Takumi blinked at the taillights in front of him. He'd been passed before, but this guy did it easily. Oh well, he'd just play it cool and let his skill shine. He watched as the black car made the tight right hairpin with ease. He wasn't using his best braking drift, but that car shouldn't be pulling away like that.

The type R driver smirked. That was too easy. Obviously this Eight-Six was just for effect. He knew a kid couldn't keep up with him. The DC2 was too well made. He was too great of a driver. This was too damn easy!

Takumi stared at the dark vehicle before him. This wasn't right to him. He was undefeated on Akina. Only his father should be able to beat him! He watched in horror as the DC2 pulled further and further away after every single corner. Every tight hairpin, every high-speed corner, every miniscule straightaway, he was beaten through them all. He used his best drift, his perfect shifting technique, and he still had to squint to see the taillights of the Integra. Finally, just after the five hairpins he saw yellow hazard lights. He pulled into the emergency stop area behind the DC2 and stepped out.

The ITR driver also removed himself from his current form of transportation and opted to walk for a bit, right towards his befuddled prey.

"Not bad." The man commented. "I was expecting more of a delay in your arrival." He glanced at the stopwatch in his hand. "A mere three point two five seconds before you pulled in behind me. I was expecting more like twenty of thirty."

"Who are you?" Takumi asked, wondering why this guy had timed his deficit.

"I'll tell you," the driver said "but first I want to see you engine."

Takumi looked at him strangely.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so rude. My name is Wantanabe Toshiro. And you are?"

"Fujiwara Takumi. But my friends just call me Takumi."

"Since we're on a first name basis, you may call me Woulf."

Takumi eyed him again.

"I believe you owe me a peek under the hood?"

"I owe you nothing, Woulf."

"Hey, you look like the type that's king of his mountain, right?"

Takumi simply looked aside.

"I thought so. Look, this wasn't even a race, I just passed you at the peak, and I don't think anyone saw that. I don't even remember it happening anymore."

Takumi got a thoughtful look on his face. This man, Woulf, piqued is interest even more than Sudo Kyoichi had.

"Hey, I'm only in Akina for a short while. Why don't we give the downhill a serious run Saturday night? Say around, 10 PM? I'd like to race the Fujiwara Tofu car again when the start dash is even." He turned around and opened the door to his car. He turned his head back to look at Takumi. "I still want to see that engine of yours. I know it's a 4A-G, but it sounds nice. However you got that engine, it's a true gem."

With those few words Takumi was left in the darkness of the early morning hours of Akina.

A/N - R&R please! Tell me if you like it or not, because I have a huge story line planned out already and it's getting posted soon! Ja ne!