Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! The mere thought of owning them passed through my mind the other night and as a result, I suffered a severe nosebleed and had to be rushed to emergency. The medical lingo for it? Incest induced hemorrhage. Didn't that get me a few snickers from the nurses…
Notes: I never thought this'd go as far as it has and there will be more to come, so don't worry. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone, especially DragonDeb for the lovely, encouraging reviews. They mean a lot. Especially considering I've never written Initial D fiction before, let alone incest. Maybe it's a new leaf I've decided to torture and burn instead of simply turn over? I never was labeled as a simple person before. '
Also: NO SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. It is totally work-safe. Although, if you're reading this fic at work, your job must suck. –laughs- Or, you just love it too much..
It didn't take long for Keisuke to fall asleep that night, his slumber barely punctuated by dreams of any kind, what little imagining he had been in the middle of suddenly ravished by the shrill beeping of his alarm clock, its flashing signal of 11:00am glaring into the blond's skull, the poor black object once again pinned under the fist of the angry Takahashi.
"Fuck, I hate this thing! Next time I'm getting one that plays music or something. Sounds like a goddamn fire alarm.."
The blond driver yawned and stretched under the covers, slipping his warm feet out to wriggle his toes before sliding them into his house slippers, the eternally chilly hardwood floor irritating him each time he stepped down onto it without thinking. With a small shiver he headed for the bathroom, immediately starting the shower and stepping into the steamy area, washing himself completely with a speed that would impress the fastest power bather, his hair rinsed clean of the thick shampoo and the water turned off as he re-entered the warmer room and dried off.
On a normally lazy Monday, Keisuke would have chosen his cargo pants and a loose fitting t-shirt, backed up by his ever present plaid over shirt or hooded sweater. This time it was white jeans and an orange button up shirt, his nicest pair of sneakers set upon his feet and his hair brushed back to where he liked it best. With a flick of his wrist he opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway, noticing Ryosuke's door open and the lights off, the room already deserted before Keisuke had even considered waking up, the elder boy more than likely elbow deep in his studies.
Monday mornings were Ryosuke's time to catch up on the work he hadn't finished over the weekend, his academic courses still important to him as he finished the papers and completed his course requirements. It was a bonus to be able to take one's classes over the internet, his skill with computers and multitasking aiding him in the end, even if he completed his various internships alongside his father at the hospital as well. The younger driver chuckled at the thought of Ryosuke in a doctor's uniform, driving his FC on Akagi like a madman, the stethoscope hanging around his neck dangling off to one side as the corner G's caught it.
He snickered and snatched an apple from the bowl on the kitchen's island, biting into it deeply as he held it there while digging for his pocketed keys, finding them right away and taking off for the day, throwing a half hearted wave over his head to his mother, her smiling face peering at him from above the morning newspaper.
Knowing that his brother was busy and wouldn't even acknowledge him if he showed up, Keisuke avoided the library and went directly to the gas station where Takumi worked, the uniformed workers busily helping the other morning commuters before he could even get close to the place. Stifling a groan, the blond pulled up to the nearest pump and looked over his steering wheel at Itsuki, the annoyingly clingy best friend of his current prey. Sighing to himself, he stepped out of the car and stretched, the drive from Takasaki always aching on his spine, his right eye peeking open to watch the rotund attendant as he approached.
"T..Takahashi Keisuke?" He asked meekly.
"Yeah."
"T..Takumi's not here. He worked the morning shift. He said he had to be home before dark because the Project D meeting was changed."
Keisuke swore to himself and nodded toward the pumps, digging in his pocket for
his wallet, pulling out a wad of bills and sorting through them.
"Give me twenty five litres. High octane. I might as well fuel up while I'm here anyway."
Itsuki jumped into workman mode and nodded hurriedly, running to the far side of the bright FD and right away pumping the gas, keeping his head down slightly but still managing to peek at the elder boy occasionally, not sure what he was looking for but certainly not finding it before the nozzle clicked.
The younger Takahashi handed the lonely driver the correct amount of money and hopped back into his car, gunning the engine and tearing out of the station lot, looking in his rearview mirror at Itsuki who stood dumbfounded at the side of the road, his cap hanging from one hand.
/Gone home huh? Ugh, that means I have to deal with his father again. How creepy can one man actually look before he turns into a monster or something? It's a wonder Fujiwara ever sleeps at night… /
Takumi had indeed gone home after finishing his early shift, the day's warmth already in full swing as he walked up the street to his home, two noon hour customers walking out with a smile as they toted their fully laden bags of deep fried tofu. He rolled his eyes and pushed the door open, the chime dinging merrily as he shuffled past the counters and out of his shoes, leaving them at the doorway and pushing the curtain aside.
The clutter on the table didn't faze him as he quickly tidied the magazines and newspapers, stacking them on the floor beside it before heading upstairs, the flush of the toilet signaling where his father had gone. He ducked into his room but couldn't get the door closed fast enough, the seemingly eternally lazy Fujiwara entering his field of vision too quickly for him to react.
"Oi, Takumi? Why're you home so early? Did you take the afternoon off?"
"H..hai. Project D's meeting is early tonight. Fumihiro-san has to be up for work Tuesday morning so Ryosuke-san changed it.."
Bunta, feeling that it was a good enough explanation, nodded and dug in his pocket for another cigarette, flicking one into his mouth and lighting it with his ever present Zippo, snapping the steel case shut and dragging heavily on the slim stick. Takumi took the nod as it came and quickly closed his bedroom door, waiting inside until he heard the elder man shuffle downstairs before he stripped down.
He sighed out loud and tossed his uniform into the hamper, streaking into the hall and right into the bathroom where he bathed quickly, though more slowly than Keisuke had that same morning, savouring the hot sting of the water on his body, his morning of restocking the fluid shelves wearing on his neck and lower back. He rolled his shoulders and moaned softly, rubbing the plain soap across his body and rinsing off with calculated ease, his hair washed as well, the limp strands hanging over his eyes as he tossed his head back to matte them back to his head.
He turned the water off and came out to dry, hanging the now damp towel up on its rack and once again streaking, covering himself in case the elder Fujiwara decided to come back upstairs, slamming his door closed as he rummaged for a clean outfit.
It was jeans for the young driver as well, blue this time, along with a grey t-shirt, his socks and underwear all clean from the upper drawer of his heavily laden dresser. He sat down on his bed and idly brushed his hair, giving his head a shake to settle the soaked locks in his usual style. If it had been a day without a meeting, Takumi would have forgone the clean clothes and changed into his pajama pants instead, simply letting his hair dry as it had remained, fluffed by the towel.
He picked up his cleanest shoes and headed back downstairs, listening for his father's whereabouts before stopping at the door and sitting down on the short step, sliding his shoes on as he watched a small child pick sweetened tofu cakes from the refrigerated counter, her mother giggling and Bunta smiling oddly. It still fascinated the 86 driver that his father could be anything except lazy, tired and cryptic.
He hefted himself up and snatched the hachiroku's keys, Bunta insisting that he kept them hanging on the nail just inside the door in case he needed them, the brilliant blue Impreza sitting outside of the shop notwithstanding. Takumi scooted past the cute little customer and smiled down at her, giving a small bow to the girl's mother before slipping out of the stifling shop, stopping in his tracks and blinking stupidly into the bright sunlight. Parked in front of Bunta's newest acquisition sat the yellow rotary devil, its driver leaning comfortably against the driver's side.
"K..Keisuke-san?" Takumi felt himself blush at the mere mention of the elder boy's name, immediately remembering what the blond had seen him engaged in that past weekend.
"It's about time I actually caught you at home. I didn't wanna have to talk to your dad again."
Takumi blinked at the other's mention of Bunta and tried to figure out if he was insulting the man or not. "He's with a customer…"
The tofu delivery star scratched the back of his head and felt himself start to blush, lowering his eyes from the always cool looking Takahashi.
"Ano…was there something you needed, Keisuke-san? I was on my way to get my errands done before the meeting.."
The FD master grinned and pushed off of the car, jingling the keys in his hand with a smirk on his face.
"Come with me. I have to pick up a few things too and I'll, um… takeyouforlunchwhilewe'reout."
He mumbled the last few words together, mentally chiding himself for feeling like a nervous boy asking a girl out for the first time. He looked up expectantly with a sour face.
"Well? Are you coming?"
The younger driver was obviously floored as he nodded stupidly and hurried to get into the passenger seat of the luxurious sports car, looking around the interior somewhat excitedly. It wasn't everyday that he spent time inside the brothers' cars, taking the opportunity to check out the tachometer and the other displays before Keisuke threw himself into the adjoining seat and tore off down the narrow street.
Thankfully, in Takumi's eyes anyway, they headed away from town and ended up at a roadside bar and grill, advertising fresh homemade hamburgers and fresh cut French fries. Keisuke parked the car and got out, waiting only for a second before walking to the doors, catching a glimpse of the younger boy in the mirrored windows as he followed behind. The place was nearly deserted and the Project D driver #1 took a seat at a large booth off to his left, pulling open a menu as Takumi seated himself across from him.
Truth be told, the younger Fujiwara rarely ate out at restaurants unless with his friends, and since joining Project D, had regretfully had little time for them. Embarrassedly he opened a menu as well, right away choosing an item he liked, the waitress asking politely for their drink orders, Takumi with a coke and Keisuke with coffee. She came back and set the items down before taking the rest of their order, smiling widely as she picked up the menu's and left, her long ponytail bouncing about her shoulders.
The blond caught himself staring after her and shook his head, coming back to rest in the now, watching Takumi staring off innocently into space, trying to quietly clear his throat.
"Fujiwara. About Saturday night. I didn't mean to barge in on you and my brother. I was only there to find you, not to ruin anything."
He looked up from where he had dropped his eyes, the knot in the pine tabletop almost smouldering from his intense stare.
"Aniki told me to apologize and talk to you about this. I figured I'd bring you out here to…say I was sorry. And to ask you something important."
Takumi whipped his head back around from his gaze along the bar to stare at the older driver, his mouth slightly open and eyes wide as he suddenly expected the worst.
"W..what is it, Keisuke-san?"
"When we're finished lunch today, I want to know if you'll come home with me."
"I…want you."