A/N: This is my first fanfic, so bear with me in terms of story and
such. All original characters are owned by me; as such, all Initial D
characters are owned by Shuichi Shigeno.
Prologue
Location: Downtown Tokyo, near Shinjuku area Time: 2:17 A.M.
High-rise buildings surround a once busy intersection in the Shinjuku area of downtown Tokyo. The streets are practically empty, office buildings and shops are closed for the day, and not a single person appears to be on the sidewalks. The only sound that be heard is the cold, autumn wind. It's 2 degrees Celsius, but with the wind blowing, it feels more like a minus 5 degrees Celsius. Not far away, the screeching of tires and the roaring of engines begin to silence the howling, as the cars draw closer and closer to the intersection.
"I can't lose! Not to this amateur!" says a voice inside the Skyline R32. "My car is fully tuned with 365 horsepower! I'm the fastest in this city, and yet that stock RX-7 can still keep up with me! This can't be happening!!"
The blue Nissan Skyline GT-R R32 brakes and turns hard to the left of the intersection. Because of its extreme weight, the Skyline can hardly drift properly, much less take any turn at very fast speeds. The silver FD is still following close, almost 5 metres to the Skyline's bumper.
"Damn.didn't take that last turn as well as I thought," says the FD driver. The driver's voice sounded very frustrated. "I shouldn't have braked too much back there. Hopefully, after the next turn, I'll be able to get even closer. How many more before the finish?"
"3 more turns," replies the passenger. "Yoshi's getting nervous. Maybe you try to pass him on the next turn."
"No, I'll wait," said the driver. "Maybe after this one." The driver downshifts, brakes, and apexes the following turn to the right. Tires screech heavily along the road from both cars. The Skyline still takes the strong lead, but the FD continues to follow it without any difficulties. Their bumpers are less than 3 metres apart now.
"Hold on. This next turn will be a bit rough," says the driver. The passenger sits back tightly to the seat and holds on. "Yoshi is about to mess up." And the driver was right. Yoshi brakes heavily and turns too quickly to the right of the following intersection. The Skyline's front wheels begin to lose grip and slides heavily, nearly hitting the sidewalk. Yoshi was being pressured too much by the FD following his car that he was losing his concentration, causing him to take the turn too quickly. "Shit! Got to pull out or I'll crash onto the sidewalk!!" he screams, as he tries to straighten his car to the road and block the FD, but it was too late. The FD driver knew what was going to happen and took the outside of the turn instead and passed the Skyline from the outside. Now the FD was ahead of the Skyline by a full car's length. Yoshi would have no way of catching up now, what with the loss of speed and the tires losing grip. Near the finish, as the FD appeared after the last turn, spectators gathered around couldn't believe what they saw. How could the FD have won, they thought. The Skyline was the better of the two and yet the FD driver still pulled off the impossible.
Yoshi and the FD driver stand face to face. The passenger stands beside the FD. The crowd begins to wonder what the two racers have to say to one another. Both seemed to have stood there for almost the longest time ever. Yoshi begins to speak. "Who would've thought a person like you would be able to pull the impossible off," he said. "Congratulations, you've earned the title of being the fastest street racer in Tokyo." The crowd starts to murmur and chatter.
"Thanks," says the FD driver. "Till next time, Yoshi. Keep practicing on those turns and we can have a rematch later."
"Sure. I'll come back again stronger than before," replies Yoshi. He smiles and shakes the driver's hand. He begins to walk to his Skyline, enters the car, and starts the engine. "Just out of curiosity, where will you go now?" he asks the driver.
"I've been hearing rumours about an 86 defeating Ryousuke Takahashi just a few months ago in the Gunma District. I'm going to find out who this driver is, and beat him. Then Ryousuke will be next. In fact, I'm going to challenge every single street racer in that district to prove my superiority in street racing. That's how I'm going to spread my name throughout Japan," says the driver.
"Sounds very ambitious," Yoshi replies. "Good luck.you're going to need it." The Skyline drives off, as well as other cars driven by the spectators. The silver FD was the last one around on the road. The driver takes a cigarette out, lights it, and takes a slow, relaxing puff from the cigarette. The passenger stands beside the driver and asks: "So how does it feel knowing that you're the fastest in the city now?"
The driver doesn't answer and exhales. Smoke escapes from the mouth and disappears into the night sky.
such. All original characters are owned by me; as such, all Initial D
characters are owned by Shuichi Shigeno.
Prologue
Location: Downtown Tokyo, near Shinjuku area Time: 2:17 A.M.
High-rise buildings surround a once busy intersection in the Shinjuku area of downtown Tokyo. The streets are practically empty, office buildings and shops are closed for the day, and not a single person appears to be on the sidewalks. The only sound that be heard is the cold, autumn wind. It's 2 degrees Celsius, but with the wind blowing, it feels more like a minus 5 degrees Celsius. Not far away, the screeching of tires and the roaring of engines begin to silence the howling, as the cars draw closer and closer to the intersection.
"I can't lose! Not to this amateur!" says a voice inside the Skyline R32. "My car is fully tuned with 365 horsepower! I'm the fastest in this city, and yet that stock RX-7 can still keep up with me! This can't be happening!!"
The blue Nissan Skyline GT-R R32 brakes and turns hard to the left of the intersection. Because of its extreme weight, the Skyline can hardly drift properly, much less take any turn at very fast speeds. The silver FD is still following close, almost 5 metres to the Skyline's bumper.
"Damn.didn't take that last turn as well as I thought," says the FD driver. The driver's voice sounded very frustrated. "I shouldn't have braked too much back there. Hopefully, after the next turn, I'll be able to get even closer. How many more before the finish?"
"3 more turns," replies the passenger. "Yoshi's getting nervous. Maybe you try to pass him on the next turn."
"No, I'll wait," said the driver. "Maybe after this one." The driver downshifts, brakes, and apexes the following turn to the right. Tires screech heavily along the road from both cars. The Skyline still takes the strong lead, but the FD continues to follow it without any difficulties. Their bumpers are less than 3 metres apart now.
"Hold on. This next turn will be a bit rough," says the driver. The passenger sits back tightly to the seat and holds on. "Yoshi is about to mess up." And the driver was right. Yoshi brakes heavily and turns too quickly to the right of the following intersection. The Skyline's front wheels begin to lose grip and slides heavily, nearly hitting the sidewalk. Yoshi was being pressured too much by the FD following his car that he was losing his concentration, causing him to take the turn too quickly. "Shit! Got to pull out or I'll crash onto the sidewalk!!" he screams, as he tries to straighten his car to the road and block the FD, but it was too late. The FD driver knew what was going to happen and took the outside of the turn instead and passed the Skyline from the outside. Now the FD was ahead of the Skyline by a full car's length. Yoshi would have no way of catching up now, what with the loss of speed and the tires losing grip. Near the finish, as the FD appeared after the last turn, spectators gathered around couldn't believe what they saw. How could the FD have won, they thought. The Skyline was the better of the two and yet the FD driver still pulled off the impossible.
Yoshi and the FD driver stand face to face. The passenger stands beside the FD. The crowd begins to wonder what the two racers have to say to one another. Both seemed to have stood there for almost the longest time ever. Yoshi begins to speak. "Who would've thought a person like you would be able to pull the impossible off," he said. "Congratulations, you've earned the title of being the fastest street racer in Tokyo." The crowd starts to murmur and chatter.
"Thanks," says the FD driver. "Till next time, Yoshi. Keep practicing on those turns and we can have a rematch later."
"Sure. I'll come back again stronger than before," replies Yoshi. He smiles and shakes the driver's hand. He begins to walk to his Skyline, enters the car, and starts the engine. "Just out of curiosity, where will you go now?" he asks the driver.
"I've been hearing rumours about an 86 defeating Ryousuke Takahashi just a few months ago in the Gunma District. I'm going to find out who this driver is, and beat him. Then Ryousuke will be next. In fact, I'm going to challenge every single street racer in that district to prove my superiority in street racing. That's how I'm going to spread my name throughout Japan," says the driver.
"Sounds very ambitious," Yoshi replies. "Good luck.you're going to need it." The Skyline drives off, as well as other cars driven by the spectators. The silver FD was the last one around on the road. The driver takes a cigarette out, lights it, and takes a slow, relaxing puff from the cigarette. The passenger stands beside the driver and asks: "So how does it feel knowing that you're the fastest in the city now?"
The driver doesn't answer and exhales. Smoke escapes from the mouth and disappears into the night sky.