Rivalry Stage 1

ACT 9: The Morning After

By Amaniblue

AN: This was originally a two part chapter but I decided to combine them. In some ways, they do relate to the same chapter theme. Some major edits in this version. The plot changes will escalate with more chapters.

Summary of the last act: Takumi sooths Mogi from a nightmare in the middle of the night and ends up falling asleep together in a compromising position. Bunta, Takumi's father, witnessed this and makes his own conclusions. Meanwhile, Sendo, the bartender, invites his wife to take Keisuke's car for a joyride. Everything was fun and games until that is, his wife finds out how he acquired the vehicle.

///Nakazato's apartment, Saturday morning///

Eyes brimming with adoration within his dream, Keisuke confessed his undying love to the figure beneath him as they lay atop a luxurious satin-covered bed. His lover, overwhelmed with emotions reached upwards and responded with a passionate open mouth kiss. Keisuke groaned in response. His left hand drifted down from cupping his lover's face to caress the smooth expanse of skin. His thumb brushed a hardening nipple and the figure beneath him flinched from the pleasure. Keisuke broke from the lip-lock and placed wet kisses down the succulent neck. He nipped playfully at the nape, lowering towards the collarbone. The figure groaned in answer, signaling him to continue. More wet kisses floated lower to latch onto a harden nipple. The figure clutched at Keisuke's heated back spasmodically.

Keisuke's hand continued the course downward to unbutton the silky garments. Callous fingers skim through the defined pectorals and brushed lightly across the growing arousal of the figure beneath him through the silk pants. His fingers curled around the hard length with a gentle squeeze. A heartfelt groaned erupted from the figure beneath and Keisuke suddenly found himself on his back being thoroughly ravished by his beloved.

Takeshi ravished the mouth beneath him with wild strokes of his tongue while his excited member thrust experimentally against the warm grip. Having never felt so alive with morning foreplay before, Takeshi sleepily decided to return the favor. His hand drifted down to cup the crotch of the writhing figure.

His body stopped functioning. Takeshi, having found a body part that shouldn't belong to the female species, broke into a cold sweat and timidly opened his eyes. To his shock and horror, he found a very amorous and sleepy Keisuke lying beneath him without an inch of space between them and their hands cupping their mutual arousal. Belatedly, Takeshi blanched, and then shivered. He immediately scrambled away and kicked Keisuke off the bed.

With a loud thump, a disgruntled Keisuke rudely woke up to find himself sprawled on the floor, strangely aroused and aching in several places. Before full awareness sank in, a shadow loomed over him and boomed rather loudly to Keisuke's dismay. "You've worn out your welcome, you pervert! Now get the hell out!"

The looming figure bent down to pick Keisuke up by the arm, drags him through the apartment and shoves him out the door. Keisuke winced in response when the door slammed in his confused face. Trying to hold up his heavy head, Keisuke leaned against the wall opposite the door.

After throwing Keisuke out, Takeshi stormed back into the bedroom huffing and puffing with his exertion and still present arousal. Espying the remains of Keisuke's belongings, he gathered them quickly in disgust and stormed back to open the door and threw it at the figure leaning against the wall.

Keisuke groaned when each item hit him square on the chest and winced again when the door slammed even louder. Unsure of what happen and not wanting to face that cruel person who threw him out with a wretched hangover, Keisuke stumbled out of the building. His bloodshot eyes flinched from the bright rays of the sun and a shiver ran down his spine when a breeze blew over his bare skin. He quickly donned on his sweater.

Keisuke tried to open his eyes wider but could only manage to squint as he tried to locate his FD. Having failed to remember where he last parked his car exactly or how he had gotten to this stranger's place, the blonde gave up and drags his bruised and abused body down the street to a nearby taxi stand.

///The Fujiwara's home///

Takumi arouse slowly from his dreamless sleep and stretch with his customary loud yawn that made his eyes water. As a result, his shifting shoulder stirred Mogi to awaken. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Takumi sat up as well to stretch further. Tension filled the room when both suddenly suspecting that they were not alone. Both pair of eyes slowly looked sideways without turning their heads to test whether their senses were playing tricks on them. Upon realizing the truth, both heads swiveled towards each other and rapidly turned to look away.

Mogi with a faint blush remains quiet and look downwards to study the patterns on the quilt; while Takumi with an even rosier blush across the bridge of his nose, diverted his eyes towards the ceiling. Unsure of how to break the uncomfortable silence, Takumi ventured to speak, "Er…"

A sound downstairs jarred Takumi to take action. "I ah… have to go."

With that hurried announcement, Takumi stumbled off the bed and zoomed out of his room leaving a trail of dust in the air behind. Mogi manage to only blankly sit there and blink as her hair and clothing flapped up and down with the sudden gust of wind.

Takumi breathed in deeply and congratulated himself on his speedy escape from such an awkward situation. He wasn't sure the reasons why he felt that he needed to escape, but his body had responded instinctively.

Twenty minutes later, he left the safe haven of the bathroom and headed downstairs. He fixes himself a kettleful of instant green tea with the hot water from the water heater dispenser. Finished with the preparation, Takumi carries the whole tea set from the counter and places it on the low table. Then hoping to compose his thoughts before he faced Mogi again, he sits there and absently sips the tea.

At that moment, Bunta walks through the interconnecting sliding entrance that separates the living quarters from the store. The older man sits down opposite from his son. Taking his time, Bunta pours himself a cup of tea as well and gulps it down. He then reached into his pant pocket, pulls out a small package and slowly slid the object across the table. "Here."

Takumi, arrested in the process of raising his own cup to his mouth and taking a sip, promptly spits it back out when he recognized what the small package was.

It was a package of condom.

His father just gave him a package of condom. His mind couldn't process the connection. Takumi raised incredulous eyes at his father and could only manage to blink blankly at him.

"There's a box of it in the cabinet under the sink. The instruction is in the box. I'll be in the shop all day."

With those brief words, Bunta rose from his seating position and went back to the shop. The door slid close with a resounding finality.

"Wa— wait a minute pops!" A red face Takumi sputtered belatedly when he finally recovered from his father's unprecedented short spiel on the birds and the bees. Takumi had no idea what prompted his father just now, but he didn't want to find out either way. He just wanted to return the offending package on the counter to his father and never see it again.

Just what was the old man thinking!? Takumi thought wildly.

He picked up the small package and rose from his feet, intending to follow his father to the shop. Sounds of an approaching footstep coming down from the stairs jolted Takumi to find a hiding place for the small package. He quickly stuffs it in one of the side pocket of his jacket then dumps it besides the low table.

An hour later…

After clearing away the half eaten dishes of pickled vegetables, fried sardines, and nattou bean curd, Takumi continued his worry hover over Mogi in strain silence.

While sitting across from him gingerly clutching a blue ice pack to her bruised cheek, Mogi continued to bask under the morning bright rays and Takumi's comforting presence.

"Mogi, I..." Takumi's hesitant beginning cuts into her revelry as she raised lost eyes to his searching ones.

Relieve that he has her attention, Takumi forged onward. "There is a clinic around the corner from here...Ishida-san is very good with his patients. He'll—"

"It looks worse than it feels. I'm okay, really." She drops the ice pack on the table to let him see the fading bruise on her cheek to prove her point. With soft earnest words, Mogi sought to placate Takumi's concern for her even further. "I'm truly am feeling better."

"But," Takumi interjected as he tried to deal with such a delicate topic. With a light blush, he continues, "It's just... you know… what if… something…"

Large quizzical eyes stared back at him as tension build within her small frame in anticipation. He raised a hand to scratch the back of his head as he wracked his brain for something, anything coherent to say. Heaving a huge sigh of defeat, his lips formed a straight line of determination and Takumi bravely spoke what was foremost in his thoughts, "What happened to you?"

Mogi gaped at his blunt approach and ducked her head in resignation. It was about time she finally told someone. Listlessly, in a monotone whisper, she recounted what happened to her for the past month.

As her story slowly unfold, Takumi's impotent outrage for what she had endured grew.

///The Takahashi's residence///

Unable to hold in his excitement, Fumihiro burst forth the moment he heard Ryousuke's voice on the other line, "You won't believe it Ryousuke-san, but the Aoi Ryu has quite an interesting dossier. I think this might be the roughest team we've dealt with yet."

Fumihiro's animated voice droned on the other end as Ryousuke continued to dress. He button up his light blue dress shirt and rolled up his sleeves as he cradle the phone on his neck. When he was ready to respond, Ryousuke systematically praised, "Good work, Fumihiro. We'll meet at the Family Restaurant in about two hours. I'll contact Fujiwara and Keisuke to join us."

Ryousuke paused shortly and an amused smirk broke out as he continued, "And if you don't mind, Fumihiro, would you inform Nakamura of this as well?"

A long-suffering sigh can be heard on the other end, "if I must."

Ryousuke grinned and ended the call. Although he understood Fumihiro's reluctance in conversing with Keisuke's number one fan, Ryousuke was not too keen on speaking with the S14 driver again either.

Last night, after a full half hour spent reminding Kenta of the Redsuns' ground rules and street racing etiquette, Ryousuke gave up in exasperation when he finally noticed the glazed eyes set on Kenta's dark features. Ryousuke left the restroom then to approach Fumihiro in discussing their new opponent, leaving a dazed Kenta still perched on the toilet seat cover in one of the stalls. Come to think of it, Ryousuke chuckled at the absurd scene of lecturing amongst the toilet stalls in the first place. It wasn't his favorite choice of places to begin with, but with Kenta's habit of barricading in the restroom when he's riled up being the cause, well it couldn't be helped.

Shaking his head at the crazy memory, Ryousuke speed dials Takumi's number. On the third ring, Fujiwara Bunta answers, "Fujiwara Tofu shop."

Ryousuke recognizes the senior Fujiwara's voice immediately and inquires respectfully, "Ah Fujiwara-san, may I speak with Takumi-kun please?"

Bunta was in the middle of cleaning a bucket when the phone rang. After picking up the phone, he took his time to finish and began wiping it clean. He'd heard the voice several times before throughout the past month. Although, they've never really introduced, the speaker on the other end always maintains a brisk yet polite tone when he answers. It was rather amusing to know that his son is branching out his circle and meeting other people besides that weird kid he hangs out with since childhood.

Bunta pulls the hanging cigarette out of his mouth and replies, "Takumi's not here. He left with Mogi-chan about half an hour ago. Didn't say when he'll be back. I can take a message for him…"

"Thank you, Fujiwara-san. If it's no trouble on your part, would you please inform Takumi-kun of our meeting tonight at Mt. Akagi." He ended the call and placed the cell phone on the desk. He wondered briefly whom this Mogi-chan is when he heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Ryousuke poked a freshly washed head out his bedroom door and saw a very tired and loosely garbed Keisuke dragging his feet down the hall and into his own room. More than a little worried, Ryousuke followed after him and entered through the opened door and remarked, "I've tried calling you— you look smashed. What happened? What's the occasion this time?"

The moment he entered his room, Keisuke flopped onto his stomach right over the covers atop his bed and stuffed his aching head under the pillow. His response came out raspy and muffled, "Not so loud."

A brief pause later and he groans rather loudly.

"My head hurts."

Ryousuke frowns, walks out and comes back ten minutes later with a red concoction in a long tall glass. He sits on the edge of the bed beside Keisuke's head and nudges his brother's shoulder with the other hand.

"Here drink this."

Grunting in his efforts, Keisuke pulls his head out from under the pillow, props himself up, and takes the offered cure with a grimace. He gulps the slimy liquid down then sticks his head back under the pillow. Ryousuke walks quietly back outside and returns about half an hour later with a tray of food filled with a croissant, fresh cut fruits, and a cold bottle of Pocari Sweat.

"Feeling any better?" asked Ryousuke as he balances the tray on one hand while he uncovers a clean spot on his brother's hidden desk.

"A bit," muffled Keisuke under the pillow, who apparently hadn't budge an inch from his previous position.

Satisfied with clearing a space, Ryousuke placed the tray down and stood over his brother. "I'm meeting with Fumihiro to hear his report on the Aoi Ryu. You coming?"

"No… I think I'll pass."

"Quite understandable, I suppose. Remember to eat and drink the Pocari. It'll help." With that last brotherly word of care, Ryousuke walked out the door and closed it softly. Glancing at his wrist watch briefly, he went back to his room to grab his keys and head down to the garage.

Keisuke peeped out from under the pillow to watch his brother take his leave. When his headache and lethargy somewhat faded, Keisuke suddenly found himself being bombarded with memories of last night's revelation as well as the mystery man he had apparently spent a night with. Unable to cope with workable thoughts just yet, Keisuke shook the nasty flashbacks away and dragged himself out of bed to face the day.

///Inside Nakazato's car///

"Hey Shingo, are you planning to show up this time?" demanded an irritated Takeshi as soon as he heard his teammate's voice on the other end. Frustrated with his cell phone and just about everything else since early morning, Takeshi kept his right hand trying to keep the headset to his ear while with his left hand, ruthlessly maneuver his Skyline R32 to cut a Champaign colored BMW that appeared on his left. A series of maddening honks from behind could be heard as the R32 continues on its way down the highway.

Not one for niceties either, Shingo retorted, "Course I am!"

"Damn. And here I thought you quit the team," groused Takeshi nastily.

"Wouldn't you like that," scoffed Shingo.

"You know I would," Takeshi's lips curled in disgust when he heard a loud snort on the other end.

"What happened? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

Takeshi's lips thinned when unwanted flashback of Takahashi Keisuke lying beneath him came into mind.

"Or did your date last night left you high and dry?" snickered Shingo as he took no pains to stifle his amusement.

Takeshi growled in response as heat suffused his neck and cheeks upon that reminder. "Shut up! It's none of your damn business. Just show up at tonight's practice meet."

With that last terse command, Takeshi ended the call and continued driving as his irritation continue to grow throughout the day.

///Yamamoto's Auto Store///

"Heh, I guess his date went sour after all," chortle Shingo as he handed the phone back to the shop owner. "Thank you, Yamamoto-san."

"No problem. Nakazato-san had another bad date huh?" Yamamoto clucked his tongue and shook his head in disapproval. "That boy just needs to know how to treat a lady and they'll melt right in his hand."

Shingo grinned at the wording. "Yamamoto-san, sounds like you were a ladies man."

"Still am. Mrs. Yamamoto still melts every time I look at her," Yamamoto smiles suddenly lost in his memories. He shook his head and said, "So Shingo-san, do you want that new turbo kit I showed you last time?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure yet; still too expensive for me."

"You know I give the best price in Myougi, even the whole district. Besides, don't forget there's the discount for being a regular and one of my best customers. So do you want it?"

"Of course you're the best! But with my budget, it's still kind of expensive." After some thought, Shingo flashed a toothy grin, "Hn, I would like to take another look at it though."

"Sure thing. I'll go back and get it."

"Still haven't find a replacement for a sales clerk yet?"

"Yeah, the last one just couldn't cut it. Can you look after the store for me again?"

"No problem," Shingo walks around the counter and stands behind the cash register.

Yamamoto nods his appreciation and walks back to the stock room.

Just then the front door chimes the arrival of a customer.

"Welcome, how may I serve...you…?" The words trailed off as Shingo saw a vision of milky white limbs garbed in a body tight red mini-skirt and black tank top. His eyes followed the curvy lines of her trim calves neatly outlined in her leather boots and pass the voluptuous curves of her hip. The pair then continued upward to her tiny waist and generous breasts as it fixated on her impishly refreshing face. A face with a sheer kissable lip gloss that was smiling flirtatiously aimed at him. Shingo was lost for words as his mouth gaped open.

The vision walked up to him and leaned on the counter, flashing an enticing view of her cleavage, "You're different from yesterdays."

No answer came from the starry eye Shingo who seem to be lost at heaven's gate.

"Don't talk much do you? A shame really." She flipped her hair aside and asked, "Do you know where Yamamoto-san is?"

Still no answer. Shingo was too busy admiring the lines of her neck and the movements of her pouty lips outlined to perfection with her sheer lip gloss.

The customer expelled an exaggerated sigh and gave Shingo a flirtatious wink. "Just let Yamamoto-san know that I'll be back to pick up my order."

Shingo breaks out of his trance when the vision waltzed out the store as lasting memories of her delectable backside danced across his eyes. With utmost speed, he runs towards the backroom and yells, "Yamamoto-san! Is the sales clerk position still available!?"

///TBC - ACT 10: Rampant Rumors///

Review Responses:

Ima Little Ninja – Thank you for the tip which I'm sure is filled with good intentions, but my opinion still stand when I stated back in my previous author's note. I'm using 'aoi' in other context besides color.

Mika — Thank you for the wonderful praises. As much as I think I could write PWP smut, I have yet to be successful at it. Despite my initial intentions of keeping this fic short, it has grown to epic proportions throughout the years; so I can't help but round out the characters. It makes the characters much more likeable and helps with the plot to make their actions seem feasible. I'm pleased to read that you find this story engaging. Yes, you're quite right that this fic doesn't just center on Takumi, everyone else helps to enrich the story and the events that occurs. I also share the same joy in Initial D too! It has filled my imagination for many years. I hope you continue to find it entertaining as I do. I truly appreciate your heart-warming review.

Ultra Rodimus – You're quite right about Keisuke flipping about his car… I have a lot of fun imagining then writing this scene. I don't think Takumi will ever blow a gasket or something… but very close to it, ne?

RuByMoOn17 – Ye hope and ye shall receive!

Ennov – I'm glad that you are enjoying this fic so far. I'm sorry that you don't like Mogi, but I need her to drive the plot along… so just bare with me on this one. Hopefully, it won't be too painful ne?