Chapter 2: I Caught Fire
Disclaimer: I don't own initial d, I own a dog though.
Warning: Nothing much...
Author's note: Hmmm… this is the next installation of Strangers Aboard! Hopefully this will garner more reviews than the last one.
Takumi's P.O.V
I was seven back then.
Seven when my life was ruined.
Seven when I 'died'.
I was dead for 3 minutes before they revived me.
It was due to so much blood loss and an internal bleeding in my head.
They patched me up… as good as new was there words.
I'll never be the same though.
I'm smarter than the average human.
That's what put me in this mess.
My freaky brain.
"Hey brown kid wake up!"
"You have a visitor." The guard gruffly said.
I stood up, walking over to the cell's entrance.
Ignoring the other prisoner's leering gazes, I walked out of the cramped cell.
I waited until the guard locked the cell before following the guard to the visitor's area.
Spotting no one I know I turned to look blankly at the guard.
He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me to where a black haired guy was sitting.
He plopped me none too gently on the seat and turned to wait at a corner.
I stared at him blankly before pulling my gaze to the guy in front of me.
His hair was dark black, his eyes were also black, he had bags under his eyes.
An insomniac perhaps?
He looked at me.
It was as if he was looking straight at me… at all my secrets.
My gaze didn't waver.
Finally, he held his hand out.
"Takahashi Ryosuke."
My eyes widened.
Did he just say Takahashi?
Ryosuke's P.O.V
As the guard brought him in, I couldn't help but see the way he carried his lean but graceful body.
He watched everything with a sharp eye.
And even though I could see that the guard inflicted him pain, I could sense no emotion from him, nor see his reaction.
His face was blank.
A tightly sealed book
He stared at me steadily.
Nothing crossed his eyes.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity, I held out my hand.
"Takahashi Ryosuke."
There was a something that passed his eyes, briefly.
So brief that I could've mistaken it for the lightings.
But no.
I'm sure that it was there.
Recognition
Fear
And…
Hate?
Then, as briefly as it came, it disappeared.
Leaving his poker face on, but underneath the thick mask he wore I could see malicious glee.
What?
He held my hand and gripped it – tight.
"Fujiwara Takumi." He mumbled.
His voice sent shivers down my spine.
He was elated- but for a reason I do not know.
He let go of my hand and dropped his in his lap.
"So? Why are you here?"
"I came to offer you a proposition. "
"What?"
"I'll bail you out."
His eyes widened as he stared at me.
"What?"
Takumi's P.O.V
"What?"
I stared at the man in front of me.
"I'll bail you out. You don't want to stay at this place where leering men leer at you don't you?" he asked rhetorically.
"What's the catch?" I asked because no matter the reason I hate this man's father so much I don't like to be leered at, thank you very much.
"You need to be my lover."
My eyes widened.
What?
Is this man on crack or something?
"B-Be… your lover?"
I stuttered.
The man smirked at me.
He smirked at me!
"What's the catch?" I growled out.
"We need to make it believable."
"You mean… you know?"
"No… Just plain holding hands may do."
I looked around. "Why me though? There are a lot of people out there Takahashi-san." I looked down at my hands.
"Apart from successfully hacking and entering my father's company, no one seems to be appropriate than you. You're brain I admire the most. Fujiwara-kun."
Father?
So… his father is THE Takahashi huh?
With a large grin that threatened to overtake my whole face, I looked up at him.
"Where do I sign?"
Author's note: Now that's done. Hopefully you'll like it. Dya!
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