Author's Note: Initial D and characters are property of Shuichi Shigeno.
The DC2, AP1, and EK9 are property of Honda, the AE86 is property of
Toyota, and the FC3S and FD3S are both properties of Mazda. Blah, blah,
blah ON WITH THE SHOW!
Announcer: Initial D! R Stage the Fanfic!
Act II - Initial Rev
Saturday - 11 AM - Lake Akina Hotel
"Woulf, you're being stupid! You won last time because he doesn't have VVT on that engine. He'll bust your balls if you race him. You're in a front wheel drive! You can't win in the corners by busting out pure speed! Sure, you can shift the load. Yeah, you can heal-and-toe. You can do lots of goofy shit in that DC2 that rear wheel drive just can't handle. But it's HIS course, with a car that is lighter and more powerful than yours. You can not win."
Woulf simply looked up at Michael. "Are you finished?"
"Yes."
"Good"
Woulf reached back and slapped Michael as hard as he could.
"Don't you ever, EVER disrespect me again! I gave you a place to stay when you moved here. I cosigned with you on the loan for your ridiculous left- hand drive car. And now YOU have the nerve to tell ME what to do? Don't EVER forget who leads this team, pays for your upgrades, and KEEPS YOU ALIVE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
Michael looked up at him and replied with a simple "Hai." He still hadn't gotten used to the respect factor in Japan, but he was willing to pay the price for learning.
Woulf took a deep breath and crossed his arms. "Do you think you can take him on in a drift match?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then do it. I hate having to pick up your slack."
9:45 PM - Akina's Peak
The galleries were packed. Word traveled fast across the plains. An unknown team was making a challenge at Akina's Eight-Six. This was legendary. Nobody had ever popped from the woodwork like this to challenge an undefeated driver.
Iketani looked on as three Hondas pulled from the parking lot of the hotel. A DC2, followed by an EK9 and an AP1. He wondered why the challenger was leading. Shouldn't he be in back to take the starting position? The front- runners passed the start line while the silver AP1 stayed back.
The crowd gasped. Something had changed! The DC2 had been replaced by an AP1! This guy in a hardtop S2000 was going to challenge the Eight-Six!
9:46 PM - Fujiwara Tofu Shop
"Hey, old man, I need the car."
"Hmm?" Bunta pondered as he looked up from his newspaper. "What for?"
"Some guy in an ITR wants to race down the mountain."
"Sure. Just don't forget the delivery in the morning. I don't want you wandering all over the road and spilling my profit."
"Yeah, yeah." Takumi snatched the keys from the hook and walked out to his Trueno.
9:48 PM - Akina's peak
Two RX-7s rounded the final bend on Mount Akina's uphill. Women screamed, men cheered, and the Takahashi brothers were soaking it up. Ever since Keisuke was beaten by Akina's Eight-Six, they had both come to every scheduled race. They had to learn more about this kid from the grasslands of Akina and how to beat him.
Ryosuke climbed from his FC first, followed by Keisuke from his FD. The former set up his laptop on the hood of his car, as the latter simply looked over his shoulder.
"So, brother. Who do you think will win this battle?"
"It's hard to say, Keisuke. It seems as though the line up has changed a bit. That AP1 has lined up at the peak, not the DC2 as we had heard." Ryosuke pointed to the only place that wasn't filled by onlookers or cars: the road. "Take a look and see for yourself."
Keisuke turned just in time to see an American driver speaking broken Japanese to an uninterested crowd.
"So what's the deal? Where's your precious Eight-Six already?" Michael was confident as ever. He was sitting on his precious S2000 like he was king of the road. "We're all waiting for a show, so let's have one, huh?"
The crowd was silent. Akiko leaned over to Woulf.
"Which is bigger, his mouth or his engine?"
"I'd say that's a universal mystery."
Akiko took a long drag from her cigarette before checking her watch.
"It's five minutes to ten. You think he'll show up?"
"He'll show. They always show. But the local heroes always have to make an entrance."
Akiko chuckled as she moved from he EK9 to snuggle up to Woulf's arm. He simply stared down the road.
9:58 PM - Mount Akina Hairpin #1
"There it is!" an onlooker shouted, pointing at a panda Trueno that made it's way around the bend. "It's the Fujiwara Tofu car! Akina's Eight-Six is here!"
All the girls around screamed and yelled at the car. Takumi still didn't quite understand all the fuss. His eyes widened as he reached the peak and saw a shiny silver Honda S2000 waiting for him, with a strange looking man sitting on the hood leering at him.
Takumi passed by and performed a "K" turn to line up next to the AP1. He noticed the bold black decal across the back that read "Dangan Ginsei." (Bullet Made of Silver)
Michael smirked. Nobody could touch him, not even an over-hyped Eight-Six.
Takumi opened the door of his car and looked at Michael, who grinned in response.
"What is going on here?" he asked, staring directly at Woulf. "You told me you and I were to race tonight."
"I know," Woulf replied with a slight smile. "But I figured if you can't beat him, you've got no business going against me. That's an opponent more of your style. He's a drifter, like you. It's an AP1 Fujiwara, FR layout like yours. It's got the same horsepower rating as well. Let's see what you've got. You beat him, and we race tonight. You lose, and you go home with a broken reputation. Are we clear?"
"Yeah." Takumi turned to the amerikajin, staring him down. "I didn't mean to race you tonight, but I wish you luck. If I have to beat you to get to him, then so be it." He sat back down and buckled in. He stepped on the clutch and gently revved the engine.
"Race time!" Michael shouted, clambering into his AP1. The racing seats and hardtop made it a tight squeeze, but once inside everything was perfect.
Akiko made her way between the two cars.
"Ready?" she asked, pointing at Takumi. He revved as a response. "Ready?" she asked as she pointed at Michael. He pressed the clutch and thumbed the red start button, kicking over the 2.0-liter monster that was the AP1's engine.
"Ready!" She raised her arms. "Go!"
AP1:
FR Layout
2.0-liter 4-cyl engine
240 HP
LSD
High-grip tires
"Yon! San!"
AE86:
FR Layout
1.6-liter 4A-G 4-cyl engine
240 HP
Unknown Modifications
"Ni! Ichi! GO!" Her arms dropped as she kneeled down to the ground. Both cars took off in a blaze on either side of her.
A/N - And they're off! Act IV continues later with the race between Takumi and Michael! That S2000 has a lot of Mugen bits on it! But is it really too heavy for a serious downhill run? Or will it's near 50/50 weight distribution play a key role in this downhill battle to the limit? Don't miss the next exciting chapter of Initial D: R Stage the Fanfic!
Announcer: Initial D! R Stage the Fanfic!
Act II - Initial Rev
Saturday - 11 AM - Lake Akina Hotel
"Woulf, you're being stupid! You won last time because he doesn't have VVT on that engine. He'll bust your balls if you race him. You're in a front wheel drive! You can't win in the corners by busting out pure speed! Sure, you can shift the load. Yeah, you can heal-and-toe. You can do lots of goofy shit in that DC2 that rear wheel drive just can't handle. But it's HIS course, with a car that is lighter and more powerful than yours. You can not win."
Woulf simply looked up at Michael. "Are you finished?"
"Yes."
"Good"
Woulf reached back and slapped Michael as hard as he could.
"Don't you ever, EVER disrespect me again! I gave you a place to stay when you moved here. I cosigned with you on the loan for your ridiculous left- hand drive car. And now YOU have the nerve to tell ME what to do? Don't EVER forget who leads this team, pays for your upgrades, and KEEPS YOU ALIVE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
Michael looked up at him and replied with a simple "Hai." He still hadn't gotten used to the respect factor in Japan, but he was willing to pay the price for learning.
Woulf took a deep breath and crossed his arms. "Do you think you can take him on in a drift match?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then do it. I hate having to pick up your slack."
9:45 PM - Akina's Peak
The galleries were packed. Word traveled fast across the plains. An unknown team was making a challenge at Akina's Eight-Six. This was legendary. Nobody had ever popped from the woodwork like this to challenge an undefeated driver.
Iketani looked on as three Hondas pulled from the parking lot of the hotel. A DC2, followed by an EK9 and an AP1. He wondered why the challenger was leading. Shouldn't he be in back to take the starting position? The front- runners passed the start line while the silver AP1 stayed back.
The crowd gasped. Something had changed! The DC2 had been replaced by an AP1! This guy in a hardtop S2000 was going to challenge the Eight-Six!
9:46 PM - Fujiwara Tofu Shop
"Hey, old man, I need the car."
"Hmm?" Bunta pondered as he looked up from his newspaper. "What for?"
"Some guy in an ITR wants to race down the mountain."
"Sure. Just don't forget the delivery in the morning. I don't want you wandering all over the road and spilling my profit."
"Yeah, yeah." Takumi snatched the keys from the hook and walked out to his Trueno.
9:48 PM - Akina's peak
Two RX-7s rounded the final bend on Mount Akina's uphill. Women screamed, men cheered, and the Takahashi brothers were soaking it up. Ever since Keisuke was beaten by Akina's Eight-Six, they had both come to every scheduled race. They had to learn more about this kid from the grasslands of Akina and how to beat him.
Ryosuke climbed from his FC first, followed by Keisuke from his FD. The former set up his laptop on the hood of his car, as the latter simply looked over his shoulder.
"So, brother. Who do you think will win this battle?"
"It's hard to say, Keisuke. It seems as though the line up has changed a bit. That AP1 has lined up at the peak, not the DC2 as we had heard." Ryosuke pointed to the only place that wasn't filled by onlookers or cars: the road. "Take a look and see for yourself."
Keisuke turned just in time to see an American driver speaking broken Japanese to an uninterested crowd.
"So what's the deal? Where's your precious Eight-Six already?" Michael was confident as ever. He was sitting on his precious S2000 like he was king of the road. "We're all waiting for a show, so let's have one, huh?"
The crowd was silent. Akiko leaned over to Woulf.
"Which is bigger, his mouth or his engine?"
"I'd say that's a universal mystery."
Akiko took a long drag from her cigarette before checking her watch.
"It's five minutes to ten. You think he'll show up?"
"He'll show. They always show. But the local heroes always have to make an entrance."
Akiko chuckled as she moved from he EK9 to snuggle up to Woulf's arm. He simply stared down the road.
9:58 PM - Mount Akina Hairpin #1
"There it is!" an onlooker shouted, pointing at a panda Trueno that made it's way around the bend. "It's the Fujiwara Tofu car! Akina's Eight-Six is here!"
All the girls around screamed and yelled at the car. Takumi still didn't quite understand all the fuss. His eyes widened as he reached the peak and saw a shiny silver Honda S2000 waiting for him, with a strange looking man sitting on the hood leering at him.
Takumi passed by and performed a "K" turn to line up next to the AP1. He noticed the bold black decal across the back that read "Dangan Ginsei." (Bullet Made of Silver)
Michael smirked. Nobody could touch him, not even an over-hyped Eight-Six.
Takumi opened the door of his car and looked at Michael, who grinned in response.
"What is going on here?" he asked, staring directly at Woulf. "You told me you and I were to race tonight."
"I know," Woulf replied with a slight smile. "But I figured if you can't beat him, you've got no business going against me. That's an opponent more of your style. He's a drifter, like you. It's an AP1 Fujiwara, FR layout like yours. It's got the same horsepower rating as well. Let's see what you've got. You beat him, and we race tonight. You lose, and you go home with a broken reputation. Are we clear?"
"Yeah." Takumi turned to the amerikajin, staring him down. "I didn't mean to race you tonight, but I wish you luck. If I have to beat you to get to him, then so be it." He sat back down and buckled in. He stepped on the clutch and gently revved the engine.
"Race time!" Michael shouted, clambering into his AP1. The racing seats and hardtop made it a tight squeeze, but once inside everything was perfect.
Akiko made her way between the two cars.
"Ready?" she asked, pointing at Takumi. He revved as a response. "Ready?" she asked as she pointed at Michael. He pressed the clutch and thumbed the red start button, kicking over the 2.0-liter monster that was the AP1's engine.
"Ready!" She raised her arms. "Go!"
AP1:
FR Layout
2.0-liter 4-cyl engine
240 HP
LSD
High-grip tires
"Yon! San!"
AE86:
FR Layout
1.6-liter 4A-G 4-cyl engine
240 HP
Unknown Modifications
"Ni! Ichi! GO!" Her arms dropped as she kneeled down to the ground. Both cars took off in a blaze on either side of her.
A/N - And they're off! Act IV continues later with the race between Takumi and Michael! That S2000 has a lot of Mugen bits on it! But is it really too heavy for a serious downhill run? Or will it's near 50/50 weight distribution play a key role in this downhill battle to the limit? Don't miss the next exciting chapter of Initial D: R Stage the Fanfic!