Disclaimer: I do not own Initial D or Project D stuff… wow I'm bad at writing disclaimers. I DO own Yasime and Yamane-taichou though.

This is my first fanfic!!! Please do review and let me know what you think, it'll pick up quickly I promise!

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Softy, the wind blew outside her window. The full moon provided light in the blinding darkness. Wide awake, Yasmine got out of bed, found her robe, and sat near the window sill, taking in the beauty that surrounded her small cottage house in Japan. At twenty-three years old, she had strikingly beautiful features – slim figure, almond eyes, a straight nose, and full lips; the features of the exotic Indian woman she was. Volumes of life and experiences were etched into her body. Not all of them were pleasant, but none of which she'd ever return. For these memories made her who she was, they made her strong.

It was almost 5am when she decided that a good nights sleep would not come regardless of how long she waited. So she quickly rose, showered, dressed, and decided to head to her to work. It was only around four years ago that working seemed to be a luxury that she would never have the privilege of. It was only recently that she had begun to come out of a deep depression that had haunted her for years. Finally on her feet, she began to work as a freelance writer. Her work was flawless and in only year, she was able to land a position working for a prestigious magazine. Her articles had a flare for justice and social order, bringing awareness of issues that were underrepresented by current media.

She made it work by about 7 o'clock. Locking up her midnight blue FD35, she ascended the stairs and found her boss in his office. "Morning. Got anything for me?"

"Ah! Yasmine! Haven't seen you around the office lately. Been chasing some lead have you?" Yamane-taichou looked curiously at her through his bifocal glasses. He reminded her of an old wise man she'd met when she was younger in India. Although frail looking Yamane-taichou was perhaps the most renounced journalist in Japan today. It was her honor to work with him.

"Yes I have. The details are here. There are still a few holes to fill so I need clearance. I wanted to talk to you about this new story and see if you can cover me. I'm thinking of going undercover."

"I don't know… You've been going under cover a lot lately. What are you looking at?"

"It's has to do with the Takahashi hospitals. When I was ill with a fever a few weeks ago I went to the hospital for a check up. Next to my bed was a small child who'd come in with blindness. I was only there for a few days but right before leaving she begged me not to go. She said she didn't want to go to the 'bad place'. I thought she was half asleep and dismissed it as a dream but when I went to visit her the nurses said she'd passed away. Other than her blindness, she seemed perfectly healthy. According to the doctors in charge, she's caught something contagious and was quarantined. The family was unable to see her and she was buried by the hospital. I looked into it and it seems that there have been similar cases scattered throughout the years. No one's been able to pick up on it because they only happen about one a month. It's been happening for over a year and there's no real distinct pattern either. If the child hadn't said anything to me, I might have just dismissed this altogether but I want to check it out regardless."

"I don't know, it kind of sounds like a wild goose chase to me. And we're talking about the Takahashi's here. You're dealing with a family that is built on honor and trust. When I was a writer I was quite persistent with them but they're clean as a whistle."

"I'm not saying the Takahashi's are directly involved, it could just be happening right under their noses. In any case, she asked me not to leave; I should have trusted my instincts then. Because I didn't, she might have paid the ultimate price. I have to make sure nothing's going on. Because if there is, there might still be more innocent victims at stake here."

Yasmine's sense of justice was imperturbable.

"So what's the plan?"

"I have two. I could be the lucky patient. I've analyzed what they look for in their candidates. Only drawback is it's going to be hard to feign a sickness and I'm bound to get caught somewhere along the line. Plus I'm not sure I'll get selected, and then there's no way for me to get around restricted access areas. So the alternative is to go undercover as a nurse. Pick up what I can and try and solve the mystery."

"And you can't just hand this to the police?"

"We're in journalism. This is going to be the scoop of the century." Of course Yasmine didn't really care about the scoop. It's just that when she'd gone to a few detectives, they'd completely disregarded her. She realized how much of a long shot this was, but she had to try anyway. "By the way… I think we should go with plan B. I already forged some documents and got the job. I start tomorrow."

"Well, since I'm sure I can't stop you. Just be careful. You're to keep your cell phone all at all times and send in a written report of your activities at the end of each day," said Yamane-taichou. Although he sounded nonchalant about the whole affair it was quite evident he did worry quite a bit. His team consisted of the best of the best and so he understood their professionalism. However, after spending hours upon hours working with them in their small office, he'd gotten quite attached to them.

Finishing the details of the nursing position and going over some of the Emergency First Response training she's just finished to prepare for this role, she left work briskly and went home to have a good night's rest before she began digging for information.

While Yasmine attempted to get some rest, the roads of Mount Akagi burst into life. Wild cheering and the roar of engines carried through the otherwise silent night. The gallery was fuller than usual tonight, mainly in anticipation of Akagi's White Comet. The Takahashi's reputation preceded them. Although seeing the younger of the two brothers, Keisuke Takahashi, tackle the downhill was an exciting sight; it was rarer to see the white FC that Ryosuke Takahashi drove come down full throttle. Between his post graduate studies, working full time as an ER doctor, overseeing Project D in it's finishing stages, the man simply had no time to enjoy a cruise down Akagi's mountain pass.

Drifting through the mountain pass going at a speed most people would only experience on a roller coaster, it was a wonder his wheels were still on the ground. Parking at the top of the mountain, besides Keisuke's FD, he walked towards the young men. His charismatic demeanor immediately drew attention as the focus of attention shifted to him. Like moths to a flame, the guys surrounded him and waited for him to speak. "Fumihiro-san, can you put together the reports I asked you to? I want to review a few things with you once I go through them. Takumi, I want you to go at 80% using what I taught you. And keisuke, you're going to keep going with the braking technique until you perfect it."

"Aniki, our race at Hidaka next week, is that what this technique is for?" Keisuke asked.

"Yes, amongst other things. You may not need it for next week's race, but it will teach you something essential you have to utilize. I'm going to ask you to think about it and understand for yourself," was Ryosuke's ambiguous reply.

"I see. Alright I'll work on it!" Keisuke left sounding as enthusiastic as ever. He'd idolized his Aniki for so many years now, and knew that this technique was harder than it seemed. Moreover, he knew Ryosuke had an ulterior motive to his actions.

The group split up and the roar of engines burst to life and the cars took to streets once more. Ryosuke, continuing with his analysis, took his FC for a spin decided to follow the progress of his two protégés first hand. There was an undefeated excitement in the air as Ryosuke flew down the mountain keeping a close watch on his brother and Fujiwara. He couldn't help but enjoy himself as he saw the fast approaching guardrails, only to brake and steer at right moments to avoid a collision. It was a sense of liberation. One he rarely enjoyed anymore after prematurely retiring.

Going into the hospital business was not what he had intended to do, but being the eldest son, the expectation of him taking over was always there. Already he was being eased into the role of management and had started overseeing new employees and certain departments, such as internal medicine and gastroenterology. As he drove down Akagi, his mind working in fifty different dimensions, he thought about the grueling task of training the new nurse coming in. Training was his least favorite task, and although he usually assigned another senior nurse to do it, her name wasn't Japanese so he wanted to assess her himself and see if she was able to overcome the language barrier. If she could, she'd be a great asset to the team. Her credentials were quite extraordinary. In any case, he'd just have to wait until tomorrow to see.

Finishing up with Project D, he cleared out and headed home. Although only a few hours, he was determined to take a nap before preparing for the day at hand.