"Keisuke! Keisuke-san!" Kenta was wearing his favorite yellow T-shirt and
his dark aquamarine cargo pants. His dark silky hair bounced as the mild
breeze caressed the strands as he runs towards Keisuke. As you all know,
Nakamura Kenta was and still is Redsuns' Keisuke Takahashi's secret
admirer, since he had taught him most of the basics of driving and drifts.
"Nanda yo, Kenta… Don't be so loud, you'll blew Aniki's temper off… He's in a bad mood today, no good for disturbing." A cigarette was tucked in carefully in his cherry lips. He breathed it in and pulls it away as his arms rested it on the couch. He then exhaled the smoke and the white air danced around as it floats towards the ceiling of the huge and classy living room. Kenta rushed to approach the spiked-hair blonde-dyed lad that was sitting in his living room, reading the current daily newspaper while smoking his favorite cigarettes, Camel Lights.
"Keisuke-san! I heard that Akina's 86 had been beaten by an unknown driver in a red Celica," he paused to catch his breath as he bent down and rest his hands onto his own knees. Beads of sweat drained from his cheekbone down to his chin, and dripped down to the downy carpet that covers the surface of the living room. "It happened yesterday… I heard that Akina's 86's driver was passed by on his regular morning tofu delivery!"
"Naa… Calm down… I can't hear you clearly…" Keisuke lowered his newspaper and folded it before he puts it down on the table. After then he inhaled his lit cigarette for the last time and throws it away to the waste bin. "What is it that you said about Akina's 86?"
"It was," the Silvia driver shut his eyes before he continued. "Beaten by a red Celica yesterday, on the Akina mountain pass… The driver is still not known who."
Keisuke rubbed his chin gently and arched his brows in confusion. "Just what do you mean by the 'driver is unknown', Kenta? That Fujiwara guy couldn't possibly accept a battle without knowing who is opponent is."
"It's not that! He was beat by in a usual driving, after that hachirokou had delivered his tofu orders." Keisuke's eyes snapped wide. It made him remembered of his first encounter with Takumi. Shame, it was a shame to be beaten in a way like that. The lost, how it had tear his pride awfully. But what can he say? Takumi Fujiwara is a senseful driver, he even beat his brother, Ryosuke Takahashi, the legendary street racer who's known as the fastest in the Gunma Prefecture. And now his apprentice informed him that he had just been beaten by a stranger in red Toyota Celica? How could that be? It's either the Hachirokou hadn't poured his best efforts, or he really is outclassed.
"What's all the noise about, Keisuke? And Kenta-kun? What brings you here?" Yes, it's Ryosuke, he had appear out of nowhere into the scene. Yet his stares were so cold, and it matched the tone of his voice. His hair was a bit messed, but his shirt was clean as new. "I heard something about Fujiwara, spit it out…"
"Aa… Aniki… I thought you weren't listening…"
Ryousuke's eyes narrowed. "I was in the dining room all the time, and I could hear all the loud sounds that you and Kenta produce here." With his arms crossed, he throw his butt onto the leather-layered sofa, right beside Keisuke. "Keisuke, how many times did I tell you not to smoke in the living room. It smells. If you want to smoke, just go to the patio or the garden… That will do."
Uhk… Aniki does sound grumpy today. I didn't like this side of his personality. The younger Takahashi ran his fingers through his hair and threw his head backwards. "Wakatte, yo… I can handle this stench…" Out of his pocket, he pulled out a small masculine perfume. It's Emporio white, Armani's latest. His index finger pushed the button and it sprayed out the fragranced water onto the air inside the living room, which were polluted with smoke odors. His brother stared at him in disbelief. That was a stupid act in his mind, it didn't make the smell go any better. Instead, it just turns out to be worse.
"Keisuke, aren't you educated? Don't you know how bad the tang will be if you mixture the scent of Armani White with Camel Lights?" He stood up and walked away while he covered his nose and his mouth. The younger brother only blushed as he discards his handy perfume into his pants' pockets.
"Ano… Speaking of Akina's Hachiroku," murmured Kenta as he played with his fingers.
"Aah, yes yes, Fujiwara Takumi… What about him?" His emotions altered to interest. The no. 1 Redsuns driver was always interested about the Hachiroku's information, every single each one of them, even about where he eat last night, or what did he get on his math test. Thinking about it gives Keisuke creeps. What if his brother was gay, or at least fancied the high-school student and the best street racer around? No no no, he must think positive. Keisuke threw the thought off his mind and tried to not to get it back into his head again. "He lost against a Celica yesterday, after he had finished conveying the tofus." Keisuke broke the silence against the three Redsuns' members.
"That's impossible… Takumi drives like a god. He can't possibly be beaten by anybody but someone who's as skillful as me." Ryousuke slapped his forehead with his own hands lightly. The other two only stared at him with a huge drop of sweat on their heads. "Who's the driver's name, Kenta? If he's really someone who is better than Takumi, then I must've had his data in my laptop."
Kenta sighed and shook his head. "Suman, Ryousuke-san. Demo, I and the others hadn't got the information yet. The driver still remains unknown, and nobody claimed to have seen the car travelling around Gunma until yesterday. So at least we could know that he's a newcomer into our area."
"Hmm… What color is the vehicle?"
"Red."
"Then I suppose we should just search around the prefecture. Tell the other boys to make a search team and try to find the owner. I bet if he's a newcomer and is interested in cars or street racing, he'll be around for a while in Gunma. Therefore, Kenta, Keisuke, don't waste your time. Start searching!"
Keisuke lifted up his finger and pointed his face. "What did you mention my name for?"
Again, the person who's known as the White Comet of Akagi, folded his arms and leaned back on the faint-painted wall that's decorated with posh wallpapers. "Don't try to act stupid, Keisuke. Yes, you. I mean YOU."
"What the hell?! I got other important things to do, not to wander around the streets of the mountain passes to look for one unknown idiot." He muttered under his breath.
"Keisuke…" The tone in Ryousuke's voice was pressed hard. It tells his brother to obey him or else he'll suffer other unwanted circumstances. And with that Keisuke gave up and decided to go to inform the other Redsuns and search for the owner of the red Celica."
"Oh, by the way, how is Fujiwara doing?"
Pop! That question had just cracked the nerves on his forehead. He turned around, angered, and started to shout at him. "Shiranai yo! What do you think I am, his babysitter? His mother? His "lover"? And what are you, Aniki? Why did you keep on asking that question everytime, every day, every single minute?! Are you falling for him or what?!"
Ryousuke Takahashi scratched his hair with his index finger. "Well I am kinda interested in him…"
Oh. So his brother IS gay, or at least bisexual…
a.n : my first initial d fic!!! T__T be kind and RnR. Anyways, I know… Ryousuke doesn't quite sound like his old self… But the idea of RyoxTaku is popular now…. Girls, what to say? :P :P :P
"Nanda yo, Kenta… Don't be so loud, you'll blew Aniki's temper off… He's in a bad mood today, no good for disturbing." A cigarette was tucked in carefully in his cherry lips. He breathed it in and pulls it away as his arms rested it on the couch. He then exhaled the smoke and the white air danced around as it floats towards the ceiling of the huge and classy living room. Kenta rushed to approach the spiked-hair blonde-dyed lad that was sitting in his living room, reading the current daily newspaper while smoking his favorite cigarettes, Camel Lights.
"Keisuke-san! I heard that Akina's 86 had been beaten by an unknown driver in a red Celica," he paused to catch his breath as he bent down and rest his hands onto his own knees. Beads of sweat drained from his cheekbone down to his chin, and dripped down to the downy carpet that covers the surface of the living room. "It happened yesterday… I heard that Akina's 86's driver was passed by on his regular morning tofu delivery!"
"Naa… Calm down… I can't hear you clearly…" Keisuke lowered his newspaper and folded it before he puts it down on the table. After then he inhaled his lit cigarette for the last time and throws it away to the waste bin. "What is it that you said about Akina's 86?"
"It was," the Silvia driver shut his eyes before he continued. "Beaten by a red Celica yesterday, on the Akina mountain pass… The driver is still not known who."
Keisuke rubbed his chin gently and arched his brows in confusion. "Just what do you mean by the 'driver is unknown', Kenta? That Fujiwara guy couldn't possibly accept a battle without knowing who is opponent is."
"It's not that! He was beat by in a usual driving, after that hachirokou had delivered his tofu orders." Keisuke's eyes snapped wide. It made him remembered of his first encounter with Takumi. Shame, it was a shame to be beaten in a way like that. The lost, how it had tear his pride awfully. But what can he say? Takumi Fujiwara is a senseful driver, he even beat his brother, Ryosuke Takahashi, the legendary street racer who's known as the fastest in the Gunma Prefecture. And now his apprentice informed him that he had just been beaten by a stranger in red Toyota Celica? How could that be? It's either the Hachirokou hadn't poured his best efforts, or he really is outclassed.
"What's all the noise about, Keisuke? And Kenta-kun? What brings you here?" Yes, it's Ryosuke, he had appear out of nowhere into the scene. Yet his stares were so cold, and it matched the tone of his voice. His hair was a bit messed, but his shirt was clean as new. "I heard something about Fujiwara, spit it out…"
"Aa… Aniki… I thought you weren't listening…"
Ryousuke's eyes narrowed. "I was in the dining room all the time, and I could hear all the loud sounds that you and Kenta produce here." With his arms crossed, he throw his butt onto the leather-layered sofa, right beside Keisuke. "Keisuke, how many times did I tell you not to smoke in the living room. It smells. If you want to smoke, just go to the patio or the garden… That will do."
Uhk… Aniki does sound grumpy today. I didn't like this side of his personality. The younger Takahashi ran his fingers through his hair and threw his head backwards. "Wakatte, yo… I can handle this stench…" Out of his pocket, he pulled out a small masculine perfume. It's Emporio white, Armani's latest. His index finger pushed the button and it sprayed out the fragranced water onto the air inside the living room, which were polluted with smoke odors. His brother stared at him in disbelief. That was a stupid act in his mind, it didn't make the smell go any better. Instead, it just turns out to be worse.
"Keisuke, aren't you educated? Don't you know how bad the tang will be if you mixture the scent of Armani White with Camel Lights?" He stood up and walked away while he covered his nose and his mouth. The younger brother only blushed as he discards his handy perfume into his pants' pockets.
"Ano… Speaking of Akina's Hachiroku," murmured Kenta as he played with his fingers.
"Aah, yes yes, Fujiwara Takumi… What about him?" His emotions altered to interest. The no. 1 Redsuns driver was always interested about the Hachiroku's information, every single each one of them, even about where he eat last night, or what did he get on his math test. Thinking about it gives Keisuke creeps. What if his brother was gay, or at least fancied the high-school student and the best street racer around? No no no, he must think positive. Keisuke threw the thought off his mind and tried to not to get it back into his head again. "He lost against a Celica yesterday, after he had finished conveying the tofus." Keisuke broke the silence against the three Redsuns' members.
"That's impossible… Takumi drives like a god. He can't possibly be beaten by anybody but someone who's as skillful as me." Ryousuke slapped his forehead with his own hands lightly. The other two only stared at him with a huge drop of sweat on their heads. "Who's the driver's name, Kenta? If he's really someone who is better than Takumi, then I must've had his data in my laptop."
Kenta sighed and shook his head. "Suman, Ryousuke-san. Demo, I and the others hadn't got the information yet. The driver still remains unknown, and nobody claimed to have seen the car travelling around Gunma until yesterday. So at least we could know that he's a newcomer into our area."
"Hmm… What color is the vehicle?"
"Red."
"Then I suppose we should just search around the prefecture. Tell the other boys to make a search team and try to find the owner. I bet if he's a newcomer and is interested in cars or street racing, he'll be around for a while in Gunma. Therefore, Kenta, Keisuke, don't waste your time. Start searching!"
Keisuke lifted up his finger and pointed his face. "What did you mention my name for?"
Again, the person who's known as the White Comet of Akagi, folded his arms and leaned back on the faint-painted wall that's decorated with posh wallpapers. "Don't try to act stupid, Keisuke. Yes, you. I mean YOU."
"What the hell?! I got other important things to do, not to wander around the streets of the mountain passes to look for one unknown idiot." He muttered under his breath.
"Keisuke…" The tone in Ryousuke's voice was pressed hard. It tells his brother to obey him or else he'll suffer other unwanted circumstances. And with that Keisuke gave up and decided to go to inform the other Redsuns and search for the owner of the red Celica."
"Oh, by the way, how is Fujiwara doing?"
Pop! That question had just cracked the nerves on his forehead. He turned around, angered, and started to shout at him. "Shiranai yo! What do you think I am, his babysitter? His mother? His "lover"? And what are you, Aniki? Why did you keep on asking that question everytime, every day, every single minute?! Are you falling for him or what?!"
Ryousuke Takahashi scratched his hair with his index finger. "Well I am kinda interested in him…"
Oh. So his brother IS gay, or at least bisexual…
a.n : my first initial d fic!!! T__T be kind and RnR. Anyways, I know… Ryousuke doesn't quite sound like his old self… But the idea of RyoxTaku is popular now…. Girls, what to say? :P :P :P