Indecision D Chapter 1, an initial d fanfic

AN: Ok, so here's my first fanfic that isn't based off someone else's fanfic and I'm a little aprehensive. This first part took about three days to write because I had to do most of it at work because my laptop is a piece of crap. If you have never seen or don't know Initial D, it's a great anime/manga series and I suggest you check it out, even if you aren't that into cars, which I'm kind of not.

Rating/Warnings: NC-17 Yaoi and shounen-ai. I believe the bitchy comment about people that don't enjoy this type of fine reading material can go implied for now XD

Pairings: RyōTaku and hints of KeiKen

Summary: Takumi and Ryōsuke have been working together with their team for a while. They've grown close... but how close is too close? What happens when dynamic drivers can't control themselves when they're not driving?

Disclaimer: Yeah I don't own Initial D, any of it's characters or anything borne from this story, so... yeah.

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"Fujiwara."

Fujiwara Takumi rolled down his window and looked up attentively to his mentor. Takahashi Ryōsuke leaned slightly against the frame of the Eight-Six and looked Takumi directly in the eye. Ryōsuke was about to deliver his last-minute pre-battle advice, and, as always, Takumi soaked up every word. This particular race wasn't expected to be overly difficult, but the leader of Project D always erred on the side of caution.

It had been about a year since the legendary racing team "Project D" had formed. As time passed, the group tightened into a relatively close-knit family. Fumihiro watched Ryōsuke and Takumi from the guardrail waiting for the cars to line up and the race to begin.

"Oi, Fumihiro," called Keisuke. "Are they going to start soon?" Keisuke walked towards Fumihiro and leaned against the guardrail, then followed Fumihiro's gaze.

"Yeah, they should be starting any second, now." Fumihiro said.

Keisuke smirked at the sight of his older brother briefing Takumi. "What is it, Fumihiro?"

"They look so natural like that," Fumihiro stated flatly, "almost like father and son. Since the day we formed D, that knowledge-thirsty look in Takumi's eyes during the last-minute briefing has only intensified." He turned toward Keisuke and smiled softly. "You had the same look when you first started driving. It was almost cute."

"Tch." Keisuke rolled his eyes and looked over at his own car.

The engines revved up and Kenta ran up to Keisuke and Fumihiro, "They're starting."

Ryōsuke took a step back and gave Takumi his usual final instruction before the battle began. "Make me proud, Fujiwara," he said and turned to join the three at the guardrail.

"Countdown is starting!" yelled the man standing in front of the two cars. "Five, four, three, two, one! GO!"

Tires skidded... engines roared...

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It was around 6:30 in the afternoon two days after the last race. Takumi parked his car beside the tofu shop entrance and walked in.

"I'm home," he said wondering if his father was there. He kicked off his shoes and stepped past the curtain at the back that separated the shop from the house. "Oyaji?" No response. He shrugged and walked up the stairs to his room.

As he was changing from his work uniform into regular clothes his mind began to wander. He needed to change the oil in the car. He noticed it felt a little strange on the delivery this morning.

He padded towards the bathroom and brushed his teeth. An image of Ryōsuke flashed in his mind and he smiled lightly. As he made his way back down the stairs to the phone he absently wondered if the car's problem was something he himself could fix.

He unconsciously took the receiver and began to dial unaware of the number he called until someone picked up on the other end.

"Hello? Takahashi Ryōsuke," the voice came from the other end.

"Hi, Ryōsuke-san. Um... I'm sorry to bother you like this, but... um... I think I need to do some work on my car." Takumi spoke tentatively and humbly, as was his custom. "Would you be able to help me out?"

"Why don't you ask Matsumoto to look at it?" The voice on the other end sounded slightly irritated and a bit distracted.

Takumi's eyes widened a bit and he smacked his forehead. "I'm sorry. I didn't even think of that." Completely embarrassed, he asked, "Do you think you could give me his number again? I don't want to trouble you."

There was a brief sigh and then, "It's not a problem. Meet me at the shop in thirty minutes."

"Okay. Thank you, Ryōsuke-san." Takumi heard a light click and took the receiver from his ear. After he hung up the phone he went to the kitchen and made himself a quick snack.

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"... Thank you, Ryōsuke-san," came the shy voice.

Ryōsuke hit the end-call button on his cell phone without another word and smirked devilishly. He closed his laptop and stood up from the small table, placing the phone in his pocket. As he walked from the break room to the garage of the Project D auto shop, he noticed it had gotten a little warmer with the evening heat. Grabbing a pair of coveralls from the hook just outside the door, he looked to the mechanic that had been working on his car.

"Thanks, I can take it from here." Ryōsuke nodded and took off his sweater before stepping into the jumpsuit. It was too hot to cover up completely, so he fastened it just above his pants, leaving his top half clad only in a white beater.

The mechanic took off his gloves and asked strictly for reassurance, "Are you sure?"

Ryōsuke nodded again and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. "Thank you."

After the mechanic left, Ryōsuke leaned over the front end of his FC and began to tinker. His mind started to wander... the corner of his mouth curved into a mischievous smile when his thoughts settled... He closed his eyes...

There was a soft suckling sound... He felt smooth cotton underneath his stomach... Ryōsuke opened his eyes... he ran his fingers over the flawless, milky flesh beneath him as his head bobbed up and down. He slowly traced a line with his hand up the pelvic bone of his partner... played gently over the other's stomach with his fingers... caressed the hard pectorals in his palm... teased the hardening nipples with thumb and forefinger... His other hand held fast to the other man's hip, the thumb tracing over the pelvic bone. He felt a hand comb through his hair and come to a rest on the back of his head. A soft moan escaped the other's lips and he gently bucked into Ryōsuke's mouth. The man began to writhe slightly and he gasped.

"Ryō... suke... san..."

Ryōsuke looked up without stopping to meet Takumi's eyes. Takumi lifted his head, his breathing labored, and locked eyes with his mentor. The staring contest only lasted a second as Ryōsuke continued rolling his tongue over Takumi's member. Takumi let his head fall back quickly, eyes clenched shut, breathing becoming more ragged. Ryōsuke heard every beautiful sound that escaped the younger man, slowly increasing his pace, performing some different techniques with his tongue.

Now it was time for Ryōsuke to show his true skills down there. He pulled all the way back and flicked the head with his tongue. He opened wide and took in all of Takumi's length at once.

"AAAAAAH!"

Ryōsuke felt nails dig slightly into the back of his head, but couldn't care less. He heard Takumi grip the headboard as he sucked harder and faster. Takumi's hips thrust wildly into Ryōsuke's mouth, the groans getting louder and louder...

"Ryōsuke... san...! I can't... Aaaah... I can't...!"

He felt Takumi's climax approaching, sucking still harder, still faster...

"Aaah... Aaaaaaaaaah... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Ryōsuke was snapped out of his fantasy by the beeping of a car horn and turned around. He tried not to let a smile breach his lips as Takumi backed into the garage.

Takumi stepped out of the car looking a bit confused. "I'm sorry. I'm late, aren't I?"

The older man wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead and looked at the clock. 7:03 PM. "No, you're right on time. I was already here when you called."

Takumi nodded looking Ryōsuke up and down. Ryōsuke was the epitome of cool in Takumi's eyes…. and he looked really good like that.

Ryōsuke slid his wrench into the back pocket on his coveralls and leaned against his car folding his arms. "So what did you want to do?"

What the hell was he thinking about? Takumi shook himself back to reality and popped the hood to his car. "I need to change the oil and it felt a little off on the delivery this morning. I couldn't really tell why, though."

Ryōsuke nodded, not making eye contact as Takumi explained how the drive felt. The older man then walked over to the Eight-Six, looked under the hood and gave his diagnosis. Takumi nodded and both set to work on their respective vehicles, Takumi occasionally double checking his actions with Ryōsuke.

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After almost an hour the sun was about to set. Ryōsuke had finished the "work" he needed to do on his FC and looked over to Takumi. He looked so utterly... fuckable...

The heat had gotten to the point where the normally shy and modest Fujiwara Takumi was "forced" to remove the top half of his coveralls and t-shirt. His hair and face were damp with sweat and his white undershirt looked as if it were painted on him due to the moisture. With all his might, Ryōsuke had to fight not to slam the kid up against the wall and fuck him senseless.

Takumi let out an exasperated, short sigh. "Damn it," he said somewhat under his breath. He dragged his forearm across his brow and closed his eyes.

Ryōsuke bit his lip and took a deep breath, then slowly walked over when he was sure of his steps. "What's wrong?"

Takumi stuck his wrench back into the car and tried to turn it, "I can't get this bolt loose."

Before he realized what was going on, Takumi felt a body pressed against his back and his eyes widened. He felt warm sensual breath on the shell of his ear... then fingers ghosting down the length of his arm to the wrench in his hand.

Takumi froze as Ryōsuke gripped the wrench over his own hand. The hand over his was strong... the breath on his ear gave him goose bumps... the chest against his back was hard... What the hell is going on!?

Ryōsuke's hand tightened over Takumi's. As he jerked the wrench to loosen the bolt, he ever so gently thrust himself against Takumi's backside and stayed there for a several seconds.

Takumi's entire body stiffened. His eyes were impossibly wide. After what seemed like an eternity, the pressure of the body on his back left. He couldn't move... He was breathing heavy... He was scared... He was... aroused?

Ryōsuke was standing at the doorway that led to the shop's break room taking off his coveralls. "If all you have left to do is change out that last part, I'm going to pack up my things." He went inside... out of sight.

Takumi blinked several times before life returned to his body. He regulated his breathing, somehow, and shook off what just happened as merely being the heat getting to his head. It was getting late anyway. He'd go home after he changed out that part.

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Takahashi Ryōsuke made his way to the little desk where he'd left his laptop and sat down. He stared at the closed computer in disbelief.

Did he really just do that? What happened to his stoic sense of pride? And for that matter, how could he have brought himself to commit such a shameful act? He just looked so... tempting... all half-naked and sweaty... face flush from the heat. How could he not have done anything?

Ryōsuke placed his hand over his eyes and rubbed his forehead. What the hell was he doing? He let his head fall back and took about ten to fifteen more minutes to gather his faculties, or what little there was left of them that he could hold on to.

He washed his hands, pulled on his previously discarded sweater and packed up his computer. As he shut off the light in the little room, he heard what sounded like the hood of a car closing.

When he got out to the garage, he noticed Takumi had finished his car, put all the tools away and hung up his coveralls. He saw Takumi over by the sink and decided it would be better if neither one of them mentioned what happened.

Moments after he heard a door being shut and locked, Takumi turned slightly to see the older man's back out of the corner of his eye. Quickly drying off his hands, he threw on his t-shirt and pulled out his keys. He was trying poorly to cover up the fact that he was not at all comfortable, so without meeting Ryōsuke's eyes, Takumi pulled open the driver's side door of his Eight-Six.

"Th... thanks for the help, Ryōsuke-san." He instantly wished he hadn't said that as he cranked the ignition and shut the door. "I'll see you later." He pulled out of the garage and squealed off in the direction of his home.

While Takumi was frantically trying to avoid eye contact with Ryōsuke, Ryōsuke was doing the same thing without realizing. He felt awkward and embarrassed. He needed to get home and relax. He'd feel better tomorrow.

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"Where have you been?"

A dazed Takumi walked past the curtain into his living room. He was trying to take his mind off Ryōsuke, and the shop, and what happened, but failing miserably. He turned to go up to his room when he heard a distant voice...

"Oi... did you hear me?"

"Oyaji..." He stopped and turned slightly. "What did you say?"

Bunta turned the page of his newspaper and said, "I asked where you were."

His head cleared suddenly and he seemed to return to normal. "I had to do some work on the car. Did you need me for something?"

"No, I was just curious." Bunta sniffed audibly. "You should take a shower."

Takumi nodded and climbed the stairs.

After his shower he lay down in bed and stared at the ceiling. What was that all about anyway? It couldn't have happened that way. That just wasn't possible. Ryōsuke-san would never do something like that. It was just his imagination... right? Yeah. Now, thoroughly convinced that nothing inappropriate had actually happened at the garage, he rolled onto his side and fell fast asleep.

After what felt like mere minutes, Takumi was awakened by his 3:45AM delivery alarm. He grunted and rolled over to turn it off. When he had successfully negotiated his way into his clothes and down the stairs to the car, he rubbed his eyes and stretched.

The ignition was on and the tofu was packed. Bunta handed his son the cup of water. "You look like you didn't sleep well."

Takumi placed the cup in the holder and said, "I'm fine." He revved the gas and pulled out.

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On his way down Mt. Akina, Takumi noticed the difference in the drive from the morning before. He did a descent job with the repairs yesterday. That was something he could secretly be proud of. He recalled how he had worked under the hood so he could remember for next time.

Takumi felt a thrust against his backside ever so gently as the hand that covered his jerked the wrench to loosen the bolt. He stood frozen and rigid. The body pressed against his back didn't move for several seconds. Takumi took a deep breath and turned around.

He looked up into his mentor's dark eyes and was instantly lost within them. He wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck and yanked him down, pressing their lips together hard. He held fast to the other's head for fear they would be separated.

He shook off the strange feeling and continued driving home. When he pulled into the driveway, took a deep breath before getting out and walking inside. He noticed his pants were a bit tighter than normal as he climbed the stairs. He rolled his eyes and flopped onto his bed instantly falling asleep.

Takumi tangled his fingers into Ryōsuke's hair and prodded at the soft lips with his tongue. When the lips parted slightly, Takumi dove in feeling hands sliding up his thighs towards his middle. Takumi slid his hands down from Ryōsuke's neck to mimic the older man's actions.

The kiss intensified along with the breathing. Both men frantically removed each other's coveralls and began to work on the belts.

Takumi pulled out Ryōsuke's cock and squeezed gently as he began to stroke.

Ryōsuke broke the kiss in favor of oxygen and clenched his eyes shut. His hand slid over Takumi's hip to his back and grasped the firm butt cheek. He let out a gasp and opened his eyes to lock them with Takumi's.

"Make me proud, Takumi…"

Takumi dropped to his knees and swallowed the older man's throbbing hard-on in one quick motion, his hands taking hold of the other's hips. He heard a loud groan and felt the other body tighten a bit. Fingers were being raked through his hair as he continued to suck to his best ability.

The groaning got louder and the hips Takumi was holding started to thrust. One of the hands moved from Takumi's head to grab his arm and he was pulled upward. He was a bit dissatisfied and took the large member into his hand again.

As he began stroking, Ryōsuke slammed his lips down onto Takumi's. Takumi felt the other's hands sliding down his back and squeezing his ass. One hand grabbed his hip and he was spun around quickly.

Ryōsuke's arm was wrapped under Takumi's and across his chest. He felt Ryōsuke kissing his neck and ear while rubbing his manhood against the cleft of his ass. Ryōsuke's other hand was busy trying to push down Takumi's pants to free his leg.

When the leg was out, Ryōsuke's hand moved to Takumi's dick and started stroking in return. Takumi's head rolled back onto the taller man's shoulder, his eyes were closed and he couldn't control the sounds emanating from his mouth. He started to lean forward.

Ryōsuke gently pushed Takumi forward and released the erection hooking his arm under the freed leg. Takumi reached behind him and grabbed Ryōsuke's ass urging him to push in. When Takumi felt Ryōsuke's head at the center of his entrance, he pulled with all the strength he could gather.

Ryōsuke entered Takumi hard and fast. Takumi's eyes clenched shut and he threw his head back screaming in pleasure.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH…!"

He bolted upright in his bed. His breath was heavy and his face was moist. As the dream faded from Takumi's mind he looked around his room to get himself oriented. When he was back to normal, for the most part, he felt the pain in his groin.

"Ow…" he quickly, but gently, placed his hand over his painfully throbbing indiscretion, made a somewhat disgruntled face and fell over on his side.

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After the incident at the garage, Ryōsuke hadn't seen or heard from Takumi for nearly two days. He was getting concerned that Takumi might be thinking of leaving D but quickly put that thought to rest reasoning that the kid just loved to drive.

He was sitting in the restaurant working on the Project D website, his concentration nagging at him. Keisuke was sitting across the table from him prattling on about something arbitrary.

"I think I shaved a little time off my Akagi hill climb, Aniki," Keisuke said trying to break the tense silence at the table.

"Good."

Keisuke raised a brow and rested his elbows on the table, interlacing his fingers. "I might have to change the suspension drastically for the next race."

"Ok."

He sighed, rested his chin on his hands and looked out the window past Kenta, who was sitting at his left. "I was so excited about my latest time I threw Kenta up against the side of my car and fucked the shit out of him."

Kenta's eyes widened and he snapped his head around to Keisuke. "What!?"

Ryōsuke's eyes shifted from the computer screen to his brother across the table. Keisuke's eyes moved from the window to Ryōsuke. They stared at each other for a few seconds until the older of the two went back to his computer.

"Idiot." He realized he wasn't going to be able to get any work done and sighed dejectedly.

"What's with you, Aniki? You seem distracted and kind of pissy the last few days."

The older Takahashi closed his laptop and let his eyelids fall. "I'm fine. The battle for this weekend being canceled is kind of irritating me, plus the website is being difficult."

"The canceled race could be a good thing for you though. You really haven't had a chance to rest since D started." Keisuke leaned back and spread his arms over the back of the booth. "You could use a little vacation."

Ryōsuke packed up his equipment and slid out of the booth. "I'm going for a drive. See you at home."

"Later." Keisuke watched his brother leave the little restaurant with a puzzled look on his face. "I've never seen him like this before. I wonder what's wrong."

"Why did you say that, Senpai?"

He turned to a lobster-colored Kenta who seemed to have shrunk in size. "Huh?"

"Why did you tell him that?"

"It's not like he knows it's true..." Keisuke turned back towards the path his brother had followed. "… and even if he does… who cares?"

Kenta scrunched his nose irritably and said under his breath, "Asshole."

It made Keisuke smirk.

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Ryōsuke had been driving aimlessly for about twenty minutes with various thoughts prodding irritably at him. What was wrong with him? What was it about that kid? Why did he feel that way? Shouldn't he be able to turn off his emotions at will? What was it about Takumi that made Ryōsuke love him so much?

Wait… what? Ryōsuke pulled over to the side of the road and parked. Was that true? Did he really love Takumi? The adorable genius driver that didn't know anything about racing or cars until almost two years ago… was that same guy truly the object of such a frighteningly powerful emotion?

Ryōsuke closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Well, that was that, then. He didn't think it was possible for him to fall in love so easily. A man like him shouldn't be fooled like that so blindly.

Yet, here he was… lovesick over the beautiful down-hill-racing-genius-boy that he, himself, had taken under his wing to nurture into a star. It was poetically romantic, he thought. He opened his eyes and smirked lightly.

His brow furrowed in confusion when he realized he wasn't really sure where he had taken himself. Upon looking around, he noticed a man on the other side of the street smoking a cigarette under a large awning. The man was probably in his mid-forties, Ryōsuke noticed, then, he raised his eyes from the man to the awning.

His expression changed rather quickly from confusion to exasperation as he read Fujiwara Toufu Shop in large letters over where the smoking man was standing. He rolled his eyes, released his parking brake and peeled off down the street. He needed to get gas.

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Takumi pulled into the Esso gas station and parked. He saw his former co-workers approaching as he got out and waved to them. He smiled thinking it was nice to see them after so long.

"Oi, Takumi," Itsuki yelled as he ran over to his best friend.

"Takumi, how have you been?" asked Iketani.

"I've been good, thanks," he shrugged. He looked around trying to see if anything had changed. It hadn't. They talked for a while about cars, Takumi's recent races, how the SpeedStars were doing, etc.

They heard an engine rev and a white Mazda FC pulled into the station and parked at a pump.

All three recognized the car immediately. Iketani ran over to the car to greet Takahashi Ryōsuke as he stepped out. He mumbled something to Iketani and shut the door.

Takumi stiffened and his eyes grew slightly wider. Another car pulled up to a pump and Itsuki was off to work.

Ryōsuke leaned up against the FC and slid his hands into his pockets. His eyes wandered over the Eight-Six several meters away and up to the driver's face. Ryōsuke's blank expression didn't falter when Takumi's eyes met his own.

Takumi gazed blankly into Ryōsuke's bottomless dark eyes. He felt his breath hitch and his chest tighten. His mind was fuzzy… his heart was pounding.

The two Project D members stared at each other unmoving for a long time, their eyes never leaving the others'. It was intense… the electricity flowing from Takumi to Ryōsuke and back. They seemed to be lost in each other's gaze, neither one moving a centimeter.

"You're all set, Takahashi-san," came the distant voice of a timid Iketani.

Ryōsuke lowered his eyes breaking the trance. He paid for the service, got into his car and drove out of the station all in what seemed like one fluid motion.

"Takumi? Are you ok?" Itsuki prodded gently, bringing his friend back to the land of the somewhat emotionally stable.

"Huh?" Takumi blinked and looked at Itsuki. "Y… yeah. I'm fine. I should probably get home though. I'm a little tired." He hurried around his car and jumped into the driver's seat. He barely had his seatbelt on before he sped out of the station in the same direction as Ryōsuke.

Itsuki and Iketani could only watch in baffled silence. After a couple minutes one of them spoke.

"Oi, Itsuki." Iketani said.

"Yeah?"

"Isn't Takumi's house in the other direction?"

Itsuki nodded slowly. "Yeah, it is."

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Ryōsuke checked his rearview mirror for what may have been the tenth time in the last two minutes. Once he realized Takumi had caught up to him, he wanted to make sure the boy wasn't going to lose his nerve. When the older man was satisfied, he started leading the way for real.

Ryōsuke pulled into a rather secluded area at Akina Lake and waited for the Eight-Six. Both drivers cut their engines and got out to greet each other.

"Why are you following me?" Ryōsuke asked in a rather gruff tone for him.

Takumi couldn't bring himself to meet the other's eyes just yet. "I don't know."

The older man walked around the front of his car and leaned against the hood, arms crossed over his chest. "Did you need to tell me something?"

"No." Takumi shook his head but otherwise didn't move, still looking towards his shoes.

"Was there something you wanted to ask me?" Ryōsuke's tone didn't change.

"No."

"Then why did you follow me here?"

Takumi spoke softly. "I didn't try to. My body just… moved."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah."

Ryōsuke shook his head gently. "You're amazing."

Takumi looked up, confused and took a tentative step forward. "Why does everyone say that about me?"

Ryōsuke turned to him in mild surprise at the question. "What?"

"Everyone keeps saying I'm amazing and I'm incredible…" He took another couple of steps, inadvertently getting closer to the other man. "I don't get it. What's so great about me?"

The older man straightened up and took a step towards Takumi. "You really don't know?"

Takumi finally met Ryōsuke's eyes and shook his head. "I really don't."

Ryōsuke carefully placed his hand on Takumi's cheek running his thumb over the soft young mouth. Then, he leaned in and gently pressed their lips together. He wasn't forceful in any sense of the word, he didn't try to slide in his tongue, but he felt Takumi's body go rigid.

The older man pulled away slowly and met the younger eyes. They were wide, confused and innocent. He was so beautiful… so pure… so naïve…

He took his hand from the soft flesh and went back to his previous stance, leaned against the hood of his car. His hands were in his pockets, he had one leg was crossed over the other, his head was bowed and his eyes were closed.

"You should leave," he said in a low, stern voice.

Takumi's eyes widened a bit and tears threatened to spill. After a few seconds, he turned to his car, got in and left.

When the engine's purr had faded sufficiently, Ryōsuke opened his eyes and raised his head. He spoke softly.

"I'm sorry, Takumi… but I can't present you with a challenge that you aren't ready for. With something like this, you need do decide beforehand if you are up to it. Chose what feels right for you."

He closed his eyes and his heart sank.

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When Takumi got home, he walked in a daze from his car right up to his room and shut the door. He barely made it to the bed before the tears began to fall. His energy dwindled as the sobs wracked his body and he cried himself to sleep.

He awoke several hours later, but his delivery alarm hadn't gone off yet. He stared at the ceiling and began to think. What the hell was going on? How did something like that happen? Was it possible to be so utterly blindsided by something like that?

He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed at his chest. He knew this feeling. This was how it felt with Mogi. However… it was nowhere near as strong with her as it was at that moment.

He sighed and flopped onto his back draping his arm over his face. He needed to think… hard.

TBC...

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So there you have it... Chapter 1 at least. The chapters will remain untitled because I don't feel like trying to think of any... XD I don't really know if it's any good from an outsider's perspective, because I can't really do that, but I would appreciate any reviews and critique. Maybe the next chapter will be better (even though it's already written.)

Hopefully the next update will be with in a week or so. Again, comments, reviews and critiquing will be greatly appreciated. Ja nē.