Drifting Hearts
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Summary – K.T has never loved anything truly except for his car and his family. One day everything changes and all it took was for god to send a female racer to be recruited to Project D. It so happens this girl is not what he ever expected.
A K.T x OC fanfic.
Hi everyone this is my first Initial D fanfic ever I hope you do enjoy this.
Ch 2 – Don't Pity Me (Questions)
Akira POV –
My name is Akira, I stand about five feet and two inches tall. I have long jet black hair that reaches to my lower back and my complexion isn't perfect but its okay enough for guys to try and pick me up. Not trying to brag but I'm just an ordinary girl. An average girl who happens to like cars – in particular Subaru, but with an exception of the Mazda RX-7; nothing more nothing less.
3rd Person –
As soon as Akira reached the Panda, K.T stood beside his yellow RX-7 staring at her as if she was inferior to him.
"Look I know we started out on the wrong foot but don't go and push me around especially since you don't know me," Akira stated staring straight into his eyes matching up to his look.
K.T smirked, "I don't think you're really worth my time and energy but relax, I won't push you around."
"So why are you here then?" she asked standing by the 86's front door.
"Why did you join our team? Clearly you're not some boy crazy chick trying to get with my brother or me."
"You're right," breathing in deeply not letting his words affect her, "I'm not here to get with any of you. My reasons for joining are mine alone. I don't need to tell you why I joined."
She then started the ignition and rolled down the window, "I'm not leaving this team, so don't even bother trying to stop me." She swiftly pulled out the parking lot swerving out of Family's and into the road increasing her speed as she went.
K.T cursed to himself before getting into his yellow FD. No matter what his brother says he'll never get along with the female Fujiwara.
3 Days Later
A fluffy pillow flew smack into K.T's face as the bright light flashed into his eyes.
"Keisuke, get up we're going to Akina," Ry said handing him cup of coffee.
K.T looked around trying to avoid the sun light seeping into his room, "What time is it?"
"12:30pm, you over slept c'mon the other's are waiting."
"Why are we going to Akina?"
"Akira is getting her car today from the shop, and I decided to meet and discuss about the upcoming race."
K.T groaned like a child at the mention of the 86 driver's city cousin.
"Can't I just stay home?"
"No," Ry said before throwing a hoodie and a pair of keys at him.
"Let's go K.T."
Although the drive to Akina felt like forever K.T couldn't help but feel a little anxious to see what kind of car Akira had. But whatever car she owned, it wouldn't compare to his FD.
His beautiful and vicious car was the best vehicle in the world and there was no car that could ever surpass his RX-7.
Ry and K.T neared the gas station where Iketani and Iggy worked. As soon as they pulled into a spot they caught sight of the only Project D female member walk out the shop welcoming a new customer driving a black civic with tacky looking chrome wheels.
Akira politely welcomed the customer asking for his preferred selection of gas when he slowly eyed her body, "Hey babe are you free tonight?" the man behind the wheel asked.
"And you are?" Akira asked not really paying attention to the guy sitting in the car.
"Daisuke, what about you Ms. Gorgeous?"
Akira wiped the sweat from her pale forehead closing the cover to the man's gas tank and placing the gasoline pumper back to its rightful sheath.
"None of your business, sir," she said smiling politely, "Thank you and have a good day," turning around to leave but he got out of the car and grabbed her arm, "Hold on miss, why don't we ditch this place and get to know each other a little better?"
"No thank you," Akira pulled her arm back staying away from him.
"Aw come on, I promise you I'll give you a –
"What a good time?" she turned to him pushing him off her, "I'm not the type of girl that would just run away with a scrawny little boy like you. You wanna get with me then you gotta give me some respect. Oh and by the way even if you did respect me, I wouldn't go for a guy as pathetic or desperate like you. So why don't you go back in your wanna-be race car and find some clueless chick that would be dumb enough to give you the time of day."
She swiftly turned to walk away but the skinny man pushed her against his car.
"Let go of me," she said dangerously.
Before any damage was done, K.T stood between Akira and the man, clutching Daisuke's sweaty hand tightly.
"She said let go," seeing the fierce anger blaze in the eyes of the younger Takahashi brother, the guy backed off swearing under his breath before driving away. K.T smoothly walked passed her until she stopped him.
"Why'd you do that?" she softly asked. K.T said nothing.
"You didn't have to come to my rescue. I can handle myself –
"Yeah and look where it got you. Look I did what I thought was right. If you think I want anything in return then you're wrong. I did that with my own free will. Besides why are you getting all worked up over this?"
"I don't need you to pity me or come and save me. I don't need another guy to look down on me. I know I'm just a girl, but I'm more than that. I can handle myself perfectly fine," Akira stalked off clearly pissed off that K.T intervened.
Her words replayed in his head. Something might have happened to her that made her despise men very much. But whatever it was it didn't concern him. But then why couldn't he stop thinking about it?
K.T shook his head, now isn't the time to think about anyone else. He still needed to improve and beat Tak. Suddenly the garage door of the shop opened to reveal her car.
There he stood jaw hanging almost close to the ground. Before him was a beautiful shiny red RX-7 very much like his with Sparco seats and black tinted rims. At the rear end of the back passenger door was a sticker freshly placed onto the smooth surface that read 'Project D'.
It was all a blur but the suddenly cheerful female threw herself onto her car. She wrapped her arms around the surface of the flaming FD cooing, "My beautiful FD, I missed you so much."
Her eyes then caught K.T's, "K.T meet my gorgeous FD."
*At Night*
Together the argumentive duo sat in K.T's FD while Akira video taped the uphill course. A thin line stretched across his face. Of all people he could have done this with, his Aniki had to choose her to be his partner.
(A/N – Aniki means older brother)
On the other hand at least she wasn't the type of female that would pay attention to the racer rather than the race course. He took a quick glance at Akira, she was so immersed in the uphill course that he could have sworn he saw a small spark of excitement in her eyes. K.T couldn't help but smile at the short female racer beside him. Maybe being her partner wouldn't be so bad. Yeah right.
"You know for a hot head you could actually drive pretty well," she said breaking the silence.
"I'm the best driver here."
"No you're not."
"So who is the best then?" waiting for her to say that she was the best.
"A man who resides in Akina that now owns a little tofu shop," she said staring directly into his eyes.
This answer took him back, "Oh…"
She smirked, "You thought I was gonna say me, right?"
He said nothing but now he was surprised at how he misjudged her. He could have sworn she was the type to be sort of cocky like him.
Akira turned off the video camera seeing at they had already arrived at the finish line where everyone else was waiting.
"If anything I wish I was the best driver," her voice fell softly, "but with my FD, nothing can stop me," she smiled with new found determination.
Strange he thought, she had seemed as if something was wrong; like she doubted herself. Whatever it was, it didn't matter to him right?
"Whatever," he yawned.
Time stood still when he pulled up to her driveway.
"Um thanks for the ride K.T."
"No problem."
As soon as she closed his car door the lights of the front of the tofu shop went on. She waved goodbye but apparently he rolled down his window.
"Hey," he called out to her, "are you going to do your tofu delivery?"
"…um yeah why?"
"..It's nothing…just asking."
"Oh okay," she turned around again to walk away but then she stopped, "Hey, do you want to come with me?"
You would think that driving in the same car for over two hours would make them itching to stay away from one another but this was like a harbinger of omens to come.
It was so strange that she herself was surprised. In all honesty however, Akira really didn't want to go home just yet and the funny thing was for once she didn't want to be alone delivering tofu in the middle of the night.
The two stalked into the shop surprising Bunta. Although he never had a problem with Akira or anyone she ever hung out with it did surprise him to see her bring in a friend to his home especially at around 12 to 1 am in the morning and not only that but to bring a male with her. He would never admit to anyone but he had a soft side for his young niece especially since she looked astonishingly like his deceased sister.
"Uncle Bunta sorry I'm a little late I just had to go over the uphill course. Oh and this is Takahashi Keisuke or just K.T he's gonna help me deliver the tofu."
Bunta eyed the young blonde not in an over protective way but just still a little surprised. But in front of other people no one would have noticed his expression, "Good thing you brought him, the customer actually ordered a larger quantity according to her she said that it was for her granddaughter's party."
"Oh I see," she quickly went into the house grabbed her jacket and her car keys while K.T helped Bunta put in the tofu in his FD.
"If you're any good as Akira you won't spill anything uphill," Bunta said.
"I won't."
Akira stepped out of the shop with a cup of water filled about a few centimeters away from the rim of the cup. She handed it to K.T with a smile.
"What's this?"
"It's a measure."
Bunta smiled to his niece saying goodbye before heading back into the house.
"A measure?"
"Yep, I know you're well at drifting but, you have the tofu on board. Can't afford to let it spill especially since you love your car so much and so that the customer won't bite our heads off."
"Basically, if you don't spill the water then the tofu is fine," she stated before walking into her FD.
K.T stared at the cup in his hand so this is what Tak meant when he said that drifting was work for him when he first spoke to him before the race between Zack's GT-R and Tak's AE86.
On the way to the top of Mount Akina K.T had found it sort of difficult to keep the water from spilling but eventually he got the hang of it but sadly he didn't get the hang of it till a few feet away from the customer's home. No wonder Tak was such a great driver. He had to master this uphill and down hill. He gave credit to Bunta for coming up with this.
For Akira, she actually thanked K.T for tagging along considering that the order for tofu was more than the usual delivery. The two found themselves driving both their FD's up Mount Akina and carefully hauling each container to the front door. The recipient thanked the two before saying, "My aren't you two a handsome couple."
Both FD drivers stared at each other in disgust.
"Actually obaachan, we're just partners," Akira grimaced.
(A/N- obaachan means grandma)
"I see," the kind old woman replied before expressing her gratitude and bidding goodbye.
It wasn't until halfway down Mount Akina when K.T had called her cell telling her to follow him. Despite her distrust for K.T she silently followed his yellow RX-7 becoming slightly excited about where he was taking her.
It only took about fifteen minutes to get where he wanted them to be and within these short 15 minutes, it felt like forever.
He hated to admit this but in less than 24 hours he Takahashi Keisuke wanted to get to know more about this feisty drifter that appeared before him.
In a matter of time they had reached a small lake area and parked their cars beside each other.
K.T listened to the sound of her FD turn off and he had to admit that it sounded just as perfect as his. Obviously her flaming FD was taken very well care of. At this point he no longer held any thoughts of anger and annoyance of the younger Fujiwara. Instead he became intrigued with the young woman and wanted to know her side of the story especially as to why and how she showed up out of the blue.
From across the lake you could see the sun getting ready to rise. Patches of the sky held colors of purple, pink, and orange like a painting. Together they sat on the dock sharing a blanket.
"Sorry, I only had one blanket in my car," Akira said.
"It's okay," he wanted to ask her a million questions but held back because he didn't know where to start.
"Why did you take me here?" she asked heading straight to the point of the matter.
"No reason –
"Liar, you of all people wouldn't be here with me right now without a reason," she eyed him smugly.
"There's a lot that I want to know about."
"And you want answers from me."
"Pretty much."
"I see …well I'll give you answers under one condition."
"Shoot."
"Don't you dare fall in love with me."
K.T stared at her and then laughed, "That'll never happen."
"Good," happy that they were able to speak and negotiate with one another civilly K.T started with his first question.
"Okay, are you really related to Tak and if you are how are you guys related?" eying her suspiciously.
She laughed, "Yes Tak and I are blood related. His father and my mother are siblings. No my mom didn't marry which is why I have her last name Fujiwara."
"You mean you're –
"My mom had me by accident but according to her I was a gift not an accident. Moving on, next question," she said clutching tighter to the blanket.
"How did you come to like cars?"
"My mother was once a racer and she and uncle Bunta were sort of like partners kind of like you and Ry."
"I see so you were naturally born with the interest in cars."
"You bet'cha," she yawned.
K.T sighed the sun was about to rise up the sky in about an hour or two. Seeing her head loll back she placed her head on his shoulder. This startled him but he didn't bother to push her head off seeing as she had fallen asleep. He continues to watch her sleep feeling awkward until he too felt the affects of slumber kicking in.
He wasn't able to get far with the questions but it was alright he would just have to wait some other time to ask her more. They fell backward onto the dock eyes closed breathing softly close to each other, enough for them to feel one another's breaths breathing serenely on each other's skin.