A/N: Titled changed back to Akagi Nights once again, because, to quote a very wish man named Shikamaru, "It's too troublesome".

This fic should develop from a sweet, sticky, fluff romance fic to an evil manipulative, bloody, detective story... :0

-- if all goes well....

Warning: Yaoi / NCS / "Papa" x Keisuke / Keisuke x Takumi / Ryousuke x Takumi (I don't really want to put pairings as the main attraction, but I know how some people look for these... I rather have you reading it for the plot... bows :3 )

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Akagi Nights
Chapter 1

"What is that Takumi thinking, racing an Evo III?" The younger of the Takahashi brothers blew the cigarette smoke out with a sigh after relieving his lips of that treacherous cancer stick. "Tss.." He smacked his lips and discarded the cigarette and crashed it under his heel without giving it a second thought.

"Keisuke-san, the Eight-Six--- It cannot beat the well-tuned Evo III. The class is on a whole totally different level!" Kenta paced around next to the car, obviously irritated. "Even if it IS Fujiwara! I can't believe I'm seeing this!" Slightly short of breath, and totally pissed off, he spat on the sidewalks.

"Aniki..." Keisuke turned to his brother for an answer.

"Everybody has a reason to race, sometimes... people race just to let off steam..."

"Let off steam?" Keisuke thought to himself. "What is bothering him-- driver of the Eight-Six?"

Not long after, a loud, unusual sound of screeching tires echoes through the mountain pass of Akagi.

It's the sound of the Eight-Six! It's gotta be!

"Aniki!!" Keisuke, baffled by the sound, inquired his brother for an answer. "Aniki! Was that the Eight-Six?!"

Not giving his little brother a straight answer, he simply leaned back into the slick body of his FC and adjusted his position to make it more comfortable. He folded his arms across his chest and paused before standing up straight again like he wasn't sure what to do. "Keisuke, I'm going to go grab a beer..."

"Aniki! What's wrong with the Eight-Six?!" Keisuke took a step forward towards his older brother.

Ryousuke simply got in his car with ease and slammed the door shut.

"Damn you! Talk to me! Was that the sound of the Eight-Six?!" Keisuke slammed his fists on his brother's window. "Answer me! Fuck you!"

"Why don't you go and find out for yourself?" He cranked up his engine and in less than a second, the car started up with a majestic 'voom'.

"Keisuke, one day you'll realize how I feel, my ambitions, and one day, you'll finally leave the Eight-Six driver alone...... I hope." He reached into his pocket for his cigarettes. "Ahh... Keisuke-chan, I still remembered... Long time ago when you were still in Jr. High…"

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It was late at night, and it was raining outside. Mom is worried sick. Where did Keisuke run off to? As the older brother, Ryousuke Takahashi cannot just go to sleep while his little brother might be lost somewhere out in the rain, all cold and alone by himself somewhere. Did he get in a fight again? Did he get hurt? He can't stand still, so he walked in circles in his room. Sighing deeply and resting his head on the palm of his hand.

Today is not exactly Ryousuke's luckiest day of the year: His RX-7 got stolen and his little brother is still not home yet. What a day.

"Ryousuke, it's time to go to sleep. Please don't worry so much about your brother now. May I come in, dear?"

"Hnn…" He nodded.

Mom opened the door to his bedroom slowly afraid that she might cause more stress for her older son. "I'm sure he's fine. Dad and I are going to the police station to file a report. They said they found a boy his age wandering around and brought him in, it might be your brother, ne? Everything's going to be fine." He got in his bed and Mom pulled the covers over him and gave him in a kissed him on the forehead. You have school tomorrow. Please get a good night sleep, dear."

"Ok, Mom…"

The rain continued to pour. It beat down on the window mercilessly like a whip. He couldn't sleep. No matter how many times he turned over on his bed, or how many sheeps he counted in five different languages. He had to admit, though the rhythmic scattering of rain drops were soothing to the ear, his heart was pounding at thirty thousand RPM. Ryousuke Takahashi couldn't fall asleep. "Keisuke, he's always reckless." He said aloud, confirming the validity of his words. His heart pounded silently against his chest, lightly running its fingertips over a particular spot that can hurt so much that it was numbing.

Clank.

Clank.

Clank. Clank.

The sound from outside his window broke his train of thoughts. He blinked a few times to adjust to the darkness of his room. And then he looked at his clock by the lamp. "Aaah, still only 2:34 am?"

Clank.

"Who could be the one throwing rocks at a window at this hour---- wait, KEISUKE!"

Immediately, he rushed to his window and pushed it open. Like a tornado, raindrops slashed against his face, blessing the sharp handsome features of his face. He looked down and found his little brother standing in front of the house, all soaked with rainwater.

"Keisuke! Stay there and don't move!"

Ryousuke ran downstairs and opened the front door, and thank God, Keisuke was still there, it was not just a dream. "Keisuke… welcome home."

He was soaked from head to toe, and his shirtsleeve and collar were ripped. Evidence of scratches is now washed clean on his cheek and shoulder.

"Nii-cha-an…" Keisuke tried to hide the fact that he's cold and shivering by taking deep breathes. "Nii-chan…!" He ran into his big brother's arms and immediately, tears that were held back released themselves onto the shoulders of another.

"Ke-Keisuke, what's wrong? Tell your big brother! What happened?"

"Nii-chan… I'm sorry… I'm really sorry big brother…" He tightened his grip on his brother's clean pajamas.

"Keisuke, go take a bath first. You stink." Ryousuke took Keisuke's hand into his own and rubbed the back of it lightly to assure him security. "Everything will be fine, I'll sleep with you tonight, ok?"

"Mm…" The smaller one of the two gave an indecisive small nod.

"Can you walk? You looked tired."

Keisuke's expression changed suddenly like he saw a ghost. He pressed his lips together tightly with a bruising force.

"I can walk by myself! Don't treat me like a kid!!" Keisuke shoved his brother's hand away from his own and proceed to run up the stairs. Accidentally, his foot stepped on the wet part of the floorboard.

"Watch out!" Ryousuke caught his little brother shoulder before he slipped on the puddle on the floor.

"AAH!" Keisuke struggled and fell to the ground holding his shoulder tightly. "Fuck you, it hurts!"

Only then Ryousuke noticed how badly Keisuke was hurt. The blood drips out between his fingers as he griped his wound tighter to relive the pain. He watched as Keisuke got to his feet slowly, wound still in his left hand, blood staining the clean floors.

Ryousuke reached out his hand to his little brother. "Hey, Keisuke… you better get that wound chec—"

"—I don't need your help…"

Ryousuke watched as Keisuke walked up the stairs slowly, one hand holding onto his shoulder while the other was trying to support the weight of his body.

His knees looked unsteady too, did he hurt his leg somewhere?

When Keisuke was about to reach the top of the stairs he stopped. Catching his breath, he turned around but keeping his glance to the floor.

"Niichan… I'm sorry I took your car before asking…"

"You mean you took the car?!"

He nodded.

"Well, as long as you're safe, it doesn't matter. Cars are only objects."

"Aniki… please don't say that…"

"What happened?"

"I—I… bet it away… in a battle against a Mercedes… and I'm sorry! I don't even have a license yet, and I----and I--- " Keisuke wiped his eyes quickly and sniffed.

Ryousuke watched as his little brother ran awkwardly into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Keisuke shut the door behind him and slid to the ground carefully, his hand brought his knees up to his chest and he held them like dear life. He can't control it. He tears flowed down his cheeks and landed on his knees. He licked his lips, and it was salty. "and I--- I just want to be like Nii-chan..."

I must be crying… Well, FUCK THAT!

I betted my soul away with a battle…

Not long after his little brother slammed the door, a loud sobbing sound broke through the silence like a pin through a cushion.

Unrestrained.

Untamed.

And Ryousuke's heart ached.

I traded my most precious thing away for a battle…

Ashamed, aren't you?

No, not anymore…

Then what?

I have no more shame… Not anymore…

Keisuke's knees dropped to the floor, and everything turned blood-red.

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Ryousuke's vision blurred. He hasn't even realized that his eyes are getting moist. He rubbed his temples lightly with his free hand while keeping the steering wheel steady with the other. "Damn moisture control…"

He stepped on the gas paddle with all that he's got as blur of white flash by the street. Ah, that is truly the white comet of Akagi… So pure, so white, so innocent…. Or is it? All comets must fall and reach its end one day, then it will explode into unimaginable proportions.

Shifting the gears with the speed of a pro, Ryousuke made the car dance while it drifted at corner L-23. When the car turn at the L-shaped corner, it screeched like thousands of nails on a chalkboard. Keisuke used to cover his ears everytime, but he never screamed... He made that turn looked too easy to execute—how it just slid across the rough pavement with such ease. No, he IS a pro. Ryousuke Takahashi IS a pro and he knew it. The car breathed for him, so he didn't have to. Sucking in the cigarette smoke for a final time before completing the turn, he stepped on the acceleration for a full-power exit. The rotary engine was graced with a sudden rush of fuel and released the power unleashed. The explosive momentum caressed the air like the touch of a lover, totally, completely taking in another's tongue in the height of pleasure; sucking, breathing in sync, moving in sync with a desperation only the sticky sweat on the body could fully comprehend--- All that was left was a trail of dust flying in the air as the car disappeared in the next corner, and the next. Ryousuke took in a deep breath.

Oh,yes...

The smell of gasoline polluted the air once again with its passionate kiss.

Tsuzuku :3
(to be continued...)

A/N: And cars are not objects! o They have feelings too… You're supposed to love and nurture them… kisses the FD "You're so cute" pat pat "What a hard and slick bod you have" drools

And yea, the Takahashi Bros are SUCH boyfriend material… Rich, cute, and have nice cars… :P Would you like to be seen in Takumi's car? I mean eww hachi-roku wa UGLY desu!!! XD I don't care what kind of engine it has! coughAE101Cough It's ugly!! XD Yea, that was random. Lol.

and yes, I love cars X3 For a fangirl, I really do act like a fanboy I think I like the last paragraph the most. XP