The Yellow Sweater
an Initial D fanfic by inky
Chapter Two:
In which Ryousuke wears the sweater ("Pardon me, but is that virgin wool?")
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Ryousuke arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes early. The hostess greeted him and began to lead him to his usual booth.
"Excuse me. If it's not too much trouble," he said, nodding towards a different table, "I'd like to sit here."
"That's not a problem, but it's not so nice. It's too close..." She put his menu on the table and gestured vaguely in the direction of the restrooms.
"This is perfect. I just wanted something different."
"Changing your routine? Will you still want tea?"
"Yes, thank you."
As she went to fetch a waitress, he sat down and hushed the voice in his head. The proximity of the men's room was coincidental; he had chosen this table for its view of the entrance. He wanted to see if he could pick out EvoKing when he arrived.
A short girl with a streak of blonde in her hair brought his tea. She stood at the table, looking at him and then at the door.
"Ryousuke-san? Are you waiting for someone?"
"What? Why?"
She blushed and twisted the ruffle of her apron in her hands.
"I'm sorry, I was just wondering ... are you waiting for Kei-chan?"
Kei-chan?
"No, Keisuke isn't joining me tonight."
This wasn't--surely, this wasn't--the girl his underwear drawer had been raided for.
"Are you--you must be the girl he's been talking about."
"He talks about me?" She beamed at him, then hurried to help another customer.
The girl certainly had a brilliant smile. Had Keisuke ever mentioned her name? Perhaps it was time to give him another lecture.
A nice girl like this deserves more respect, Keisuke. What are you thinking, showing off your boxers to her? And why do you always forget to tell me vital information? Do you think I want to meet my lover with your girlfriend watching?
"It's been a while, Takahashi Ryousuke."
He looked up.
What was this? The night of a thousand witnesses?
"Sudou Kyouichi."
Sudou sat, uninvited, in the seat across from him. As he slid farther into the booth, his foot nudged Ryousuke's. Ryousuke jerked his foot away and looked towards the door. There was still time to get rid of Sudou.
"Well, you don't seem very happy to see me."
Ryousuke glanced at the other racer. Sudou was not one of his favorite people, but he was a decent driver and one of the few people able to hold intelligent conversations about racing with him. On any other occasion, he would have enjoyed talking to him.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Sudou."
The sound of Sudou's chuckle sped down Ryousuke's spine. Something seemed ... different about him. Perhaps he was less intense when the subject wasn't racing?
"What's so--"
Sudou reached across the table, striking him dumb with the touch of a thumb against his wrist. Ryousuke shivered and made the mistake of meeting Sudou's eyes. No, he definitely wasn't less intense.
"A polite lie from the master of polite lies, but it doesn't fool me." Sudou rubbed his thumb over the tendons in Ryousuke's wrist.
"Now wait a minute--"
"You just haven't realized yet what a pleasure it is." He pressed against Ryousuke's jumping pulse, and smiled. "Ah, but you're beginning to."
"No, I--"
"Doc, you've forgotten what car I drive, haven't you?"
Shit.
Ryousuke jarred the table as he stood up. He felt... He wanted... He needed to leave. He tore his hand from Sudou's.
"I..."
For days, he'd been thinking of the scene they'd played the night EvoKing asked that they meet. He'd dreamed of EvoKing pressing him against the cool tiles of the restroom wall. Only, it wasn't EvoKing now, was it?
It was Sudou.
It was Sudou's thigh between his legs, Sudou's fingers under his sweater, Sudou's hand cupping his ass as he tried to wrap his legs around Sudou's waist. It was Sudou's mouth leaving the mark on his throat. It was Sudou's name he cried when they came together.
He sank back into his seat.
"EvoKing."
"Doc."
"It was you."
"Is that really so bad?"
Ryousuke shook his head.
"What we did together ... it was me ... and you."
"Strange, I would've sworn you were the smart brother."
"Apparently, I'm not."
Keisuke's girlfriend came to their table then to ask Sudou if he needed anything. He told her, "No, thank you," and she left.
Sudou wasn't a bad looking man. His haircut was too severe--it made his face look harsh--but Ryousuke had no complaints about his body. Everything that should have been hard, smooth, and tightly muscled was.
What was his problem then? He was the White Comet of Akagi. No racer could defeat him. No lover would defeat him, either.
So no more of this nervous virgin crap. It's still my game.
"Why aren't you surprised?" Ryousuke asked.
"Who says I'm not? I just have an advantage over you."
"Do you?"
"I've just found out that my lover is the very handsome Takahashi Ryousuke. But you've found out that your lover is me. Obviously I'm going to be more thrilled by that discovery than--"
"We're not lovers."
"Bull--"
"It's not like anyone would be disappointed in having you for a lover. It's just, I don't like you."
"You finished?"
"Aa..."
Sudou stood, tossed a fistful of coins on the table, and grabbed his arm.
"You're done. We're going."
Ryousuke picked up his cup with his free hand. He closed his eyes and sipped.
"You know, they have excellent tea here."
"You have three seconds before I haul you up, grab your ass, and give everyone a show."
Ryousuke counted the seconds. Sudou's body would block everyone's view. He slid from the seat, put his hand on Sudou's crotch and squeezed, hard.
"Hands off me now or I stop being friendly," he said quietly.
Sudou's hand dropped from his arm. Ryousuke stepped around him and led the way across the room.
"Besides, I prefer private shows."
+ + +
Kyouichi strode down the steps to the parking area under the restaurant. He wasn't going to wait for Ryousuke. He was furious.
At the thought, he stopped and licked his lips. No, he should be furious--there was no way he was going to accept that Doc didn't like him--but it was hard to stay mad. Even if it had been done as a threat, Takahashi Ryousuke had just grabbed his crotch. He was sure no other man could brag the same. Hell, that wasn't even a threat; it was foreplay.
He turned when Ryousuke joined him at the bottom of the steps.
"What took so long? Too busy checking out my ass?"
Ryousuke didn't respond. He just smiled that tight, superior, you'll-never-know smile.
Kyouichi wanted to knock that smirk right off his face. He wanted to fuck him, to take him and turn that smile into a silent scream, make him sorry for not giving him a chance--
Whoa, Kyo, just take a deep breath and calm down. Doc's worth going slowly for.
"I'm not the one just standing there. What did you do? Forget your keys?"
Kyouichi's lungs froze as Ryousuke's gaze dropped below his belt and lingered.
"Sudou?"
"Yes?"
"They're right here."
Before Kyouichi could answer, Ryousuke's hand was on his thigh, sliding up over the denim and tracing around the bulge of the keys in his pocket. Kyouichi shifted into the touch and dared him to continue.
Ryousuke took the challenge; he was even closer now, one hand settling at the small of Kyouichi's back while long fingers stole into his pocket and took their time. Kyouichi leaned towards him, needing to capture the lips that were just above his--so close ... and then they weren't.
Ryousuke was walking away from him. He blinked.
Ryousuke was still walking away from him. He kicked the stair rail and headed after him.
Fuck going slowly.
+ + +
Ryousuke wanted to enjoy Sudou's shocked expression, but he needed a moment to think. Why was he baiting Sudou? He didn't want to encourage him, did he?
He quickly walked to the far corner of the lot. He stood between his FC and Sudou's Lan Evo and examined what he had fished out of the other man's pocket. The Mitsubishi key chain was warm with body heat. He did not recognize the other item.
It was a purple plastic capsule--no, it was a clear capsule with something purple inside it. He squinted in the dim light to make out the printing on it.
"Love Gel."
Over-confident much, EvoKing?
Wait. No. To be fair, he had to admit that EvoKing had every reason to be confident. Ryousuke had made it clear that they were meeting because he wanted to get laid.
That was a problem. He wanted EvoKing as much as he didn't want Sudou.
"What the hell was that?" Sudou asked.
Ryousuke pocketed the keys and lube, and slouched against the Evo's passenger door.
"'That?' What are you talking about?"
"That ... that..." Sudou growled and shoved his fingers through his hair. He looked good. Inarticulate rage suited him. "You're jerking me around! What is this? 'Sorry, I don't like you, let me show you what you're missing'?"
Ryousuke grabbed a fistful of Sudou's shirt.
"Jerking you around? There's an idea."
He yanked hard, pulling him forward. He heard a seam rip, a button skitter across the pavement, and Sudou's startled exhalation as their bodies met.
Ryousuke silently echoed Sudou's surprise. It wasn't supposed to feel like this. He lost his tight hold on the shirt as muscles and bones melted under the heat of a million pleasure receptors sparking and flaring to send one message to his brain; it felt way too good to be pinned between Sudou and his car.
He was molten. His body shaped itself to Sudou's as mindlessly as hot wax shapes itself to an artist's mold--and what a statue Sudou would make. He'd be a proud, fierce samurai.
Ryousuke's arms wrapped around broad shoulders. His legs parted for strong thighs. His whole body ignored his brain's frantic response.
Don't let this happen.
He had liked EvoKing--had enjoyed his intelligence, his humor, his sexual imagination--but he'd been prepared to meet a short, overly thin, computer geek. He still would have agreed to a quick tumble--what they lacked in looks, geeks made up for in enthusiasm. Tonight was supposed to be about two strangers coming together for some mutual relief. The only commitment he wanted was an agreement to meet again next week for more friendly, comfortably impersonal sex.
He couldn't have sex with Sudou. They moved in some of the same circles, had mutual friends at the different tracks they used. He knew what Sudou was like. Sudou would ruin this.
Ryousuke did not want it.
He opened his mouth to tell him so, and his body practically purred.
"Mmm..." His fingers were stroking the hair at the nape of Sudou's neck. His lips were smiling and brushing against Sudou's ear. "You lied about your height, EvoKing."
"What?"
Sudou drew back his head and stared at him. The movement pressed their lower bodies closer together. Ryousuke ran his hand down Sudou's side.
"All this time, I should have been playing the top."
Ryousuke watched those golden brown eyes widen, and hooked his hand around Sudou's belt, expecting him to flee. Instead, the eyes flashed and narrowed, and he was pinned tighter against the car.
"Yeah, right. I don't know what you're playing at, but it's not top."
"You sure?"
"Hell yeah." Sudou had a hand at his neck now, thumb against his throat, fingers testing the muscles in his shoulder. "You're a fucking tease."
"No, I'm--"
Sudou's thumb pressed hard against his throat. Ryousuke dropped his head back.
Come on. Kiss me. Bite me.
Sudou ignored his bared throat and the skin that ached to feel the scrape of teeth. Instead, his palm rested flat against the triangle of skin exposed by the sweater's V-neck. If only Sudou would move that hand lower ... or higher ... or something...
"So ... this is your new sweater--"
Ryousuke began to answer, but Sudou's other hand curled around his jaw, thumb over his lips. He nodded instead.
"I like that you're not wearing a shirt under it. Really shows off your chest ... these nice collarbones..."
Sudou traced one of those nice collarbones. Ryousuke shivered, bit the pad of Sudou's thumb, and gave it a brief, suckling kiss.
"I'm not wearing anything under any of my clothes."
Sudou laughed. Then he moved, tugging the sweater up and unbuttoning the waistband of Ryousuke's khakis.
"Don't believe me?"
"I just want to check. You might lie."
"I'm not a tease."
Sudou's palm skimmed over his zipper and the hardness beneath it.
"Unzip it," Ryousuke said.
"Sorry, Doc, you don't like public shows."
Ryousuke arched his back--rubbing himself against that hand, lifting his backside away from the car--and the hand was gone.
A growl drowned in Ryousuke's throat as both of Sudou's hands moved on him, taking advantage of his position. They followed the line of his spine, slipped past his loosened waistband, and met bare skin all the way down. They didn't stop at cupping his ass; they kneaded his cheeks and made forays between them.
"Yes..."
Those hands ... oh--
"EvoKing..."
Sudou laughed again.
"Yeah, you really wish you were playing top. I can tell."
Ryousuke bit his ear.
"Oh, you're funny ... really funny." He kissed Sudou's jaw and the corner of his mouth. "Fuck me."
Disclaimer:
initial D is © Shigeno Shuichi, Kodansha, to'max, OB Kikaku. These characters do not belong to inky.
Note for Chapter Two:
Since this fic begins about two years before the series, there's no way that Kyouichi can actually be driving a Lancer Evolution III. It hadn't come out yet. However, there's also no way Seiji could be driving a Lancer Evolution IV as he does in the manga and anime. Because Shigeno gives Seiji an Evo IV before they existed, I figure I can get away with giving Kyo his Evo III early.
This is a slightly cleaned-up version of this chapter. (It's missing two lines.)
Last Revised: 29 Jan 2003
Original Illustrated Version: Archived at http://www32.brinkster.com/kyouichi/sw/sweater02.html
an Initial D fanfic by inky
Chapter Two:
In which Ryousuke wears the sweater ("Pardon me, but is that virgin wool?")
---
Ryousuke arrived at the restaurant fifteen minutes early. The hostess greeted him and began to lead him to his usual booth.
"Excuse me. If it's not too much trouble," he said, nodding towards a different table, "I'd like to sit here."
"That's not a problem, but it's not so nice. It's too close..." She put his menu on the table and gestured vaguely in the direction of the restrooms.
"This is perfect. I just wanted something different."
"Changing your routine? Will you still want tea?"
"Yes, thank you."
As she went to fetch a waitress, he sat down and hushed the voice in his head. The proximity of the men's room was coincidental; he had chosen this table for its view of the entrance. He wanted to see if he could pick out EvoKing when he arrived.
A short girl with a streak of blonde in her hair brought his tea. She stood at the table, looking at him and then at the door.
"Ryousuke-san? Are you waiting for someone?"
"What? Why?"
She blushed and twisted the ruffle of her apron in her hands.
"I'm sorry, I was just wondering ... are you waiting for Kei-chan?"
Kei-chan?
"No, Keisuke isn't joining me tonight."
This wasn't--surely, this wasn't--the girl his underwear drawer had been raided for.
"Are you--you must be the girl he's been talking about."
"He talks about me?" She beamed at him, then hurried to help another customer.
The girl certainly had a brilliant smile. Had Keisuke ever mentioned her name? Perhaps it was time to give him another lecture.
A nice girl like this deserves more respect, Keisuke. What are you thinking, showing off your boxers to her? And why do you always forget to tell me vital information? Do you think I want to meet my lover with your girlfriend watching?
"It's been a while, Takahashi Ryousuke."
He looked up.
What was this? The night of a thousand witnesses?
"Sudou Kyouichi."
Sudou sat, uninvited, in the seat across from him. As he slid farther into the booth, his foot nudged Ryousuke's. Ryousuke jerked his foot away and looked towards the door. There was still time to get rid of Sudou.
"Well, you don't seem very happy to see me."
Ryousuke glanced at the other racer. Sudou was not one of his favorite people, but he was a decent driver and one of the few people able to hold intelligent conversations about racing with him. On any other occasion, he would have enjoyed talking to him.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Sudou."
The sound of Sudou's chuckle sped down Ryousuke's spine. Something seemed ... different about him. Perhaps he was less intense when the subject wasn't racing?
"What's so--"
Sudou reached across the table, striking him dumb with the touch of a thumb against his wrist. Ryousuke shivered and made the mistake of meeting Sudou's eyes. No, he definitely wasn't less intense.
"A polite lie from the master of polite lies, but it doesn't fool me." Sudou rubbed his thumb over the tendons in Ryousuke's wrist.
"Now wait a minute--"
"You just haven't realized yet what a pleasure it is." He pressed against Ryousuke's jumping pulse, and smiled. "Ah, but you're beginning to."
"No, I--"
"Doc, you've forgotten what car I drive, haven't you?"
Shit.
Ryousuke jarred the table as he stood up. He felt... He wanted... He needed to leave. He tore his hand from Sudou's.
"I..."
For days, he'd been thinking of the scene they'd played the night EvoKing asked that they meet. He'd dreamed of EvoKing pressing him against the cool tiles of the restroom wall. Only, it wasn't EvoKing now, was it?
It was Sudou.
It was Sudou's thigh between his legs, Sudou's fingers under his sweater, Sudou's hand cupping his ass as he tried to wrap his legs around Sudou's waist. It was Sudou's mouth leaving the mark on his throat. It was Sudou's name he cried when they came together.
He sank back into his seat.
"EvoKing."
"Doc."
"It was you."
"Is that really so bad?"
Ryousuke shook his head.
"What we did together ... it was me ... and you."
"Strange, I would've sworn you were the smart brother."
"Apparently, I'm not."
Keisuke's girlfriend came to their table then to ask Sudou if he needed anything. He told her, "No, thank you," and she left.
Sudou wasn't a bad looking man. His haircut was too severe--it made his face look harsh--but Ryousuke had no complaints about his body. Everything that should have been hard, smooth, and tightly muscled was.
What was his problem then? He was the White Comet of Akagi. No racer could defeat him. No lover would defeat him, either.
So no more of this nervous virgin crap. It's still my game.
"Why aren't you surprised?" Ryousuke asked.
"Who says I'm not? I just have an advantage over you."
"Do you?"
"I've just found out that my lover is the very handsome Takahashi Ryousuke. But you've found out that your lover is me. Obviously I'm going to be more thrilled by that discovery than--"
"We're not lovers."
"Bull--"
"It's not like anyone would be disappointed in having you for a lover. It's just, I don't like you."
"You finished?"
"Aa..."
Sudou stood, tossed a fistful of coins on the table, and grabbed his arm.
"You're done. We're going."
Ryousuke picked up his cup with his free hand. He closed his eyes and sipped.
"You know, they have excellent tea here."
"You have three seconds before I haul you up, grab your ass, and give everyone a show."
Ryousuke counted the seconds. Sudou's body would block everyone's view. He slid from the seat, put his hand on Sudou's crotch and squeezed, hard.
"Hands off me now or I stop being friendly," he said quietly.
Sudou's hand dropped from his arm. Ryousuke stepped around him and led the way across the room.
"Besides, I prefer private shows."
+ + +
Kyouichi strode down the steps to the parking area under the restaurant. He wasn't going to wait for Ryousuke. He was furious.
At the thought, he stopped and licked his lips. No, he should be furious--there was no way he was going to accept that Doc didn't like him--but it was hard to stay mad. Even if it had been done as a threat, Takahashi Ryousuke had just grabbed his crotch. He was sure no other man could brag the same. Hell, that wasn't even a threat; it was foreplay.
He turned when Ryousuke joined him at the bottom of the steps.
"What took so long? Too busy checking out my ass?"
Ryousuke didn't respond. He just smiled that tight, superior, you'll-never-know smile.
Kyouichi wanted to knock that smirk right off his face. He wanted to fuck him, to take him and turn that smile into a silent scream, make him sorry for not giving him a chance--
Whoa, Kyo, just take a deep breath and calm down. Doc's worth going slowly for.
"I'm not the one just standing there. What did you do? Forget your keys?"
Kyouichi's lungs froze as Ryousuke's gaze dropped below his belt and lingered.
"Sudou?"
"Yes?"
"They're right here."
Before Kyouichi could answer, Ryousuke's hand was on his thigh, sliding up over the denim and tracing around the bulge of the keys in his pocket. Kyouichi shifted into the touch and dared him to continue.
Ryousuke took the challenge; he was even closer now, one hand settling at the small of Kyouichi's back while long fingers stole into his pocket and took their time. Kyouichi leaned towards him, needing to capture the lips that were just above his--so close ... and then they weren't.
Ryousuke was walking away from him. He blinked.
Ryousuke was still walking away from him. He kicked the stair rail and headed after him.
Fuck going slowly.
+ + +
Ryousuke wanted to enjoy Sudou's shocked expression, but he needed a moment to think. Why was he baiting Sudou? He didn't want to encourage him, did he?
He quickly walked to the far corner of the lot. He stood between his FC and Sudou's Lan Evo and examined what he had fished out of the other man's pocket. The Mitsubishi key chain was warm with body heat. He did not recognize the other item.
It was a purple plastic capsule--no, it was a clear capsule with something purple inside it. He squinted in the dim light to make out the printing on it.
"Love Gel."
Over-confident much, EvoKing?
Wait. No. To be fair, he had to admit that EvoKing had every reason to be confident. Ryousuke had made it clear that they were meeting because he wanted to get laid.
That was a problem. He wanted EvoKing as much as he didn't want Sudou.
"What the hell was that?" Sudou asked.
Ryousuke pocketed the keys and lube, and slouched against the Evo's passenger door.
"'That?' What are you talking about?"
"That ... that..." Sudou growled and shoved his fingers through his hair. He looked good. Inarticulate rage suited him. "You're jerking me around! What is this? 'Sorry, I don't like you, let me show you what you're missing'?"
Ryousuke grabbed a fistful of Sudou's shirt.
"Jerking you around? There's an idea."
He yanked hard, pulling him forward. He heard a seam rip, a button skitter across the pavement, and Sudou's startled exhalation as their bodies met.
Ryousuke silently echoed Sudou's surprise. It wasn't supposed to feel like this. He lost his tight hold on the shirt as muscles and bones melted under the heat of a million pleasure receptors sparking and flaring to send one message to his brain; it felt way too good to be pinned between Sudou and his car.
He was molten. His body shaped itself to Sudou's as mindlessly as hot wax shapes itself to an artist's mold--and what a statue Sudou would make. He'd be a proud, fierce samurai.
Ryousuke's arms wrapped around broad shoulders. His legs parted for strong thighs. His whole body ignored his brain's frantic response.
Don't let this happen.
He had liked EvoKing--had enjoyed his intelligence, his humor, his sexual imagination--but he'd been prepared to meet a short, overly thin, computer geek. He still would have agreed to a quick tumble--what they lacked in looks, geeks made up for in enthusiasm. Tonight was supposed to be about two strangers coming together for some mutual relief. The only commitment he wanted was an agreement to meet again next week for more friendly, comfortably impersonal sex.
He couldn't have sex with Sudou. They moved in some of the same circles, had mutual friends at the different tracks they used. He knew what Sudou was like. Sudou would ruin this.
Ryousuke did not want it.
He opened his mouth to tell him so, and his body practically purred.
"Mmm..." His fingers were stroking the hair at the nape of Sudou's neck. His lips were smiling and brushing against Sudou's ear. "You lied about your height, EvoKing."
"What?"
Sudou drew back his head and stared at him. The movement pressed their lower bodies closer together. Ryousuke ran his hand down Sudou's side.
"All this time, I should have been playing the top."
Ryousuke watched those golden brown eyes widen, and hooked his hand around Sudou's belt, expecting him to flee. Instead, the eyes flashed and narrowed, and he was pinned tighter against the car.
"Yeah, right. I don't know what you're playing at, but it's not top."
"You sure?"
"Hell yeah." Sudou had a hand at his neck now, thumb against his throat, fingers testing the muscles in his shoulder. "You're a fucking tease."
"No, I'm--"
Sudou's thumb pressed hard against his throat. Ryousuke dropped his head back.
Come on. Kiss me. Bite me.
Sudou ignored his bared throat and the skin that ached to feel the scrape of teeth. Instead, his palm rested flat against the triangle of skin exposed by the sweater's V-neck. If only Sudou would move that hand lower ... or higher ... or something...
"So ... this is your new sweater--"
Ryousuke began to answer, but Sudou's other hand curled around his jaw, thumb over his lips. He nodded instead.
"I like that you're not wearing a shirt under it. Really shows off your chest ... these nice collarbones..."
Sudou traced one of those nice collarbones. Ryousuke shivered, bit the pad of Sudou's thumb, and gave it a brief, suckling kiss.
"I'm not wearing anything under any of my clothes."
Sudou laughed. Then he moved, tugging the sweater up and unbuttoning the waistband of Ryousuke's khakis.
"Don't believe me?"
"I just want to check. You might lie."
"I'm not a tease."
Sudou's palm skimmed over his zipper and the hardness beneath it.
"Unzip it," Ryousuke said.
"Sorry, Doc, you don't like public shows."
Ryousuke arched his back--rubbing himself against that hand, lifting his backside away from the car--and the hand was gone.
A growl drowned in Ryousuke's throat as both of Sudou's hands moved on him, taking advantage of his position. They followed the line of his spine, slipped past his loosened waistband, and met bare skin all the way down. They didn't stop at cupping his ass; they kneaded his cheeks and made forays between them.
"Yes..."
Those hands ... oh--
"EvoKing..."
Sudou laughed again.
"Yeah, you really wish you were playing top. I can tell."
Ryousuke bit his ear.
"Oh, you're funny ... really funny." He kissed Sudou's jaw and the corner of his mouth. "Fuck me."
Disclaimer:
initial D is © Shigeno Shuichi, Kodansha, to'max, OB Kikaku. These characters do not belong to inky.
Note for Chapter Two:
Since this fic begins about two years before the series, there's no way that Kyouichi can actually be driving a Lancer Evolution III. It hadn't come out yet. However, there's also no way Seiji could be driving a Lancer Evolution IV as he does in the manga and anime. Because Shigeno gives Seiji an Evo IV before they existed, I figure I can get away with giving Kyo his Evo III early.
This is a slightly cleaned-up version of this chapter. (It's missing two lines.)
Last Revised: 29 Jan 2003
Original Illustrated Version: Archived at http://www32.brinkster.com/kyouichi/sw/sweater02.html