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 V - Initial Rematch
The hill climb was a slow one. Takumi needed a little break between races. He breathed deep from the air coming in through the now-open window. He sighed gently, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Now he could finally settle up with that black ITR.
Takumi hated losing. He'd only lost once before. Sudo Kyouichi had won by default when the old 4A-GE had blown. His voice echoed in Takumi's mind. "If you blow an engine, you lose."
Michael, on the other hand, was fairly calm. He'd given it his best shot and lost. It was cool. He'd always been like that. He talked a lot, but when it came down to business, he was pretty straightforward and cool- headed.
There was really only one thing on his mind. If Woulf lost, Michael could make his challenge. Then he would control the Honda Power Team, and he could make the changes he wanted.
After 10 minutes, both cars reached the top. Woulf, anticipating Michael's loss, had already lined up. Takumi turned around and lined up beside him, then exited his Sprinter.
"Woulf, show yourself." He demanded, quite uncharacteristically. All the spectators turned to see this confrontation.
"What do you want, little Trueno boy?" Woulf asked as he climbed from his ITR. "You want to make a final statement before your precious car ends up at the bottom of the valley?"
"Just so you understand, you altered the deal. I'm only doing this so I can repay you for that stunt earlier this week. I've beaten guys like you before, and I'll do it again tonight." He climbed back into his car and slammed the door. He revved the engine twice, causing Woulf to enter his own vehicle.
Akiko stepped out into the street and raised her arms.
"Ready?" Takumi and Woulf revved their engines in response, signaling they were both ready.
"Ready!" She raised her arms. "Go!"
DC2:
FF Layout
1.8-liter 4-cyl engine
239 HP
Racing air cleaner/muffler
Racing ECU
High-grip tires
"Yon! San!"
AE86:
FR Layout
1.6-liter 4A-G 4-cyl engine
240 HP
Still unknown modifications
"Ni! Ichi! GO!"
Akiko dropped her arms and ran between the two cars. Takumi's rear end squatted as if the front end was about to lift off the ground. Woulf burst ahead in an uncontrolled spurt of forward motion.
It was pure magic for Takumi, and disaster for Woulf. He had missed the clutch engagement pretty bad. The air smelled of burnt clutch, but Woulf had still puled ahead slightly. He quickly compensated by nailing the second gear upshift and pulling ahead a bit more.
Both cars flew through the corners, Takumi ever on Woulf's backside. Woulf would pull away on all the short straight-aways, but Takumi's Eight-Six would always catch up in the corners.
An automotive writer once called the DC2 "a scalpel among steak knives." It's a question of weather that person had ever seen Takumi drive or not. It was apparent that front wheel drive could never truly compete with a master of the drifting arts.
The five hairpins were coming up now. Woulf knew they could spell his doom if he wasn't careful. He'd stopped just after this point in the previous race because of the disadvantage in corners.
Takumi slid into his usual braking drift around the first hairpin, using a counter-steer load shift to stay drifting through the second, third, and fourth. He sped up on the small straight away, taking the inside line away from Woulf.
Woulf looked into his rearview mirror, and saw nothing. "Heh," he thought to himself. "I knew that Eight-Six couldn't keep up with me. Suddenly he heard a strange noise on his right. Slowly he turned his eyes to the side and saw something he'd never expected. He saw a white hood, with two black lights peeking over the top.
"No freaking way!" He slammed on the gas, trying to keep up, but to no avail. Takumi nailed the corner and forced Woulf on the outside. He barely avoided hitting the guardrail on the hairpin right, the last of the series. A slightly easier left put him even further behind.
Takumi sighed with relief. He could finally drive normally all the way to the bottom. The black ITR fell further behind in every corner, the headlights were barely visible now.
It was a different story in Woulf's car. He kept trying to make his car go faster. He tapped the clutch to rev up the engine. He pressed the gas nearly trough the floor. He watched as the taillights of the Eight-Six pulled further and further away from him. His futile efforts continued, but did him no good. By the time he reached the bottom of the hill, Takumi was long gone into the city.
Woulf did a U-turn in the street and headed back up as fast as he could.
Meanwhile...
Michael had lined up his S2000 in the road. Akiko hung from his arm, twirling her nail on his skin.
"You know, I think you'd be a much better leader than him." She said, whispering English in his ear.
"Get off me, bitch." He jerked his arm away from her. "You're every bit as bad as he is. You're only with the one that can benefit you the most. Go sit by your ugly EK9 and get the hell away from me."
"Fine, asshole. I don't want you're ugly American butt anyway." She flipped her hair and sauntered back to her car.
A/N - That's it for Act V! It seems that Michael is about to make his challenge for the #1 spot within the Honda Power Team! Can he beat Woulf? Is it worth the risk? What are the stakes? Find out in the next chapter on Initial D: R Stage the Fanfic! Initial R Conclusion!
Announcer: Initial D! R Stage the Fanfic!
Act V - Initial Rematch
The hill climb was a slow one. Takumi needed a little break between races. He breathed deep from the air coming in through the now-open window. He sighed gently, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Now he could finally settle up with that black ITR.
Takumi hated losing. He'd only lost once before. Sudo Kyouichi had won by default when the old 4A-GE had blown. His voice echoed in Takumi's mind. "If you blow an engine, you lose."
Michael, on the other hand, was fairly calm. He'd given it his best shot and lost. It was cool. He'd always been like that. He talked a lot, but when it came down to business, he was pretty straightforward and cool- headed.
There was really only one thing on his mind. If Woulf lost, Michael could make his challenge. Then he would control the Honda Power Team, and he could make the changes he wanted.
After 10 minutes, both cars reached the top. Woulf, anticipating Michael's loss, had already lined up. Takumi turned around and lined up beside him, then exited his Sprinter.
"Woulf, show yourself." He demanded, quite uncharacteristically. All the spectators turned to see this confrontation.
"What do you want, little Trueno boy?" Woulf asked as he climbed from his ITR. "You want to make a final statement before your precious car ends up at the bottom of the valley?"
"Just so you understand, you altered the deal. I'm only doing this so I can repay you for that stunt earlier this week. I've beaten guys like you before, and I'll do it again tonight." He climbed back into his car and slammed the door. He revved the engine twice, causing Woulf to enter his own vehicle.
Akiko stepped out into the street and raised her arms.
"Ready?" Takumi and Woulf revved their engines in response, signaling they were both ready.
"Ready!" She raised her arms. "Go!"
DC2:
FF Layout
1.8-liter 4-cyl engine
239 HP
Racing air cleaner/muffler
Racing ECU
High-grip tires
"Yon! San!"
AE86:
FR Layout
1.6-liter 4A-G 4-cyl engine
240 HP
Still unknown modifications
"Ni! Ichi! GO!"
Akiko dropped her arms and ran between the two cars. Takumi's rear end squatted as if the front end was about to lift off the ground. Woulf burst ahead in an uncontrolled spurt of forward motion.
It was pure magic for Takumi, and disaster for Woulf. He had missed the clutch engagement pretty bad. The air smelled of burnt clutch, but Woulf had still puled ahead slightly. He quickly compensated by nailing the second gear upshift and pulling ahead a bit more.
Both cars flew through the corners, Takumi ever on Woulf's backside. Woulf would pull away on all the short straight-aways, but Takumi's Eight-Six would always catch up in the corners.
An automotive writer once called the DC2 "a scalpel among steak knives." It's a question of weather that person had ever seen Takumi drive or not. It was apparent that front wheel drive could never truly compete with a master of the drifting arts.
The five hairpins were coming up now. Woulf knew they could spell his doom if he wasn't careful. He'd stopped just after this point in the previous race because of the disadvantage in corners.
Takumi slid into his usual braking drift around the first hairpin, using a counter-steer load shift to stay drifting through the second, third, and fourth. He sped up on the small straight away, taking the inside line away from Woulf.
Woulf looked into his rearview mirror, and saw nothing. "Heh," he thought to himself. "I knew that Eight-Six couldn't keep up with me. Suddenly he heard a strange noise on his right. Slowly he turned his eyes to the side and saw something he'd never expected. He saw a white hood, with two black lights peeking over the top.
"No freaking way!" He slammed on the gas, trying to keep up, but to no avail. Takumi nailed the corner and forced Woulf on the outside. He barely avoided hitting the guardrail on the hairpin right, the last of the series. A slightly easier left put him even further behind.
Takumi sighed with relief. He could finally drive normally all the way to the bottom. The black ITR fell further behind in every corner, the headlights were barely visible now.
It was a different story in Woulf's car. He kept trying to make his car go faster. He tapped the clutch to rev up the engine. He pressed the gas nearly trough the floor. He watched as the taillights of the Eight-Six pulled further and further away from him. His futile efforts continued, but did him no good. By the time he reached the bottom of the hill, Takumi was long gone into the city.
Woulf did a U-turn in the street and headed back up as fast as he could.
Meanwhile...
Michael had lined up his S2000 in the road. Akiko hung from his arm, twirling her nail on his skin.
"You know, I think you'd be a much better leader than him." She said, whispering English in his ear.
"Get off me, bitch." He jerked his arm away from her. "You're every bit as bad as he is. You're only with the one that can benefit you the most. Go sit by your ugly EK9 and get the hell away from me."
"Fine, asshole. I don't want you're ugly American butt anyway." She flipped her hair and sauntered back to her car.
A/N - That's it for Act V! It seems that Michael is about to make his challenge for the #1 spot within the Honda Power Team! Can he beat Woulf? Is it worth the risk? What are the stakes? Find out in the next chapter on Initial D: R Stage the Fanfic! Initial R Conclusion!