A/N: This story just bugged me. Let me know what you all think. It's shounen ai. Don't like it, don't read it. Ryousuke/Takumi. Enjoy! Tell me if you think I should make more chapters or if I sould just leave it alone.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing the characters.

Late Nights, Deep Thinking

Where did everything go wrong? When did everything change? I remember when I first saw the hachi-roku. It was when I was watching my brother first race on Akina. Everyone had placed their bets on his winning. Then he came.

When I first watched the hachi-roku drive up to the starting line, I could tell. This was one hell of a driver. Drivers have aura's around them as they drive. This one emitted a huge aura, one bigger than my brother. I knew from that second that my brother would lose. Oh, my conscious thought hadn't been aware of this yet but I unconsciously knew how it would all turn out.

Takahashi Ryousuke stopped typing for a second to smooth back his short jet black hair. He frowned as he looked at the computer screen. He was suffering from insomnia and, in a moment of boredom, decided to write what he was thinking about.

Of course his thoughts were of the hachi-roku driver named Fujiwara Takumi, the amazing downhill specialist Ryousuke had chosen to be on his Project D team. His thoughts these days seemed a bit centered on the young driver. Whenever he would have time to think, his thoughts always wondered to Fujiwara.

He rounded out his shoulders and steepled his fingers before turning back to the computer to write again.

As I watched this young racer drive, it was like watching someone with a toy. He grew right in front of my eyes. Race by race he got better each time and surpassed my original theories about him. He was unknowingly destroying my theories.

He's sort of like my little brother. He has the driving instinct that one needs to be a great driver. If one doesn't have that instinct then it would be very hard and very dangerous for one to reach the title of great. But they both have that instinct. It's probably saved him more times than actual thinking has.

I ought to thank him sometime. Thanks to him, my brother found a rival. Other than me that is. I seem to be his goal still but, I can see that distance closing fast and it's all thanks to Fujiwara Takumi. If he had never shown up than my brother would never have grown as much as he has.

My brother will never be able to take me seriously. Even though I'm his goal, I'm still his brother. To him, I'm an unbeatable being. If he can't get into a winning mentality, he's already lost before he's even began. That's what has happened to him. He just can't get into the winning situation. He may deny it but I know.

So, thanks to Fujiwara, I now have two amazing racers driving fast up to my tail. But, that's not all.

Ryousuke tapped the keys lightly, thinking of how to put this. Should he? If he wrote it down on his computer then it will be real. Does he really want it to be real?

He leaned back in his chair, uncrossing than crossing his other leg. This was the main reason why he hadn't done anything as of yet. He wasn't sure.

He glanced at the clock and frowned. It was two in the morning on a Tuesday. He should be in bed. He mentally checked over his body, sighing lightly when he felt himself wide awake. There was nothing he could do but to keep writing. He poised his fingers over the keyboard, ready to get back to typing.

I'll admit that I was impressed with his driving skills at first. Everyone was impressed so I'm not going to say that I was the exception. I can almost tell you when the first time was when that impression turned into something more.

Yes, you heard me. Something more. I'll admit it right now that I was attracted by Fujiwara's looks in the beginning. He's not a bad looking guy. His short brown hair and chocolate eyes look so good on him. But, I'm getting way too ahead of myself.

Yes, I'm infatuated with another man. I have never told my younger brother about this dark side of me and, hopefully, he will never find out. My brother thinks the world of me, I know that. But, if he knew about this side of me, he'd never let me live it down. That's right. Takahashi Ryousuke, number one driver in Japan, is afraid. All because of my preference.

If anyone knew, other than those that already know, they would laugh. Actually, I've been laughed at before by my previous boyfriends. They think it's rather ironic that I have whole galleries full of women throwing themselves at my feet and I prefer men. I can never seem to live that one down either.

I've had many boyfriends before, just as I've had many girlfriends. The girlfriends made me turn to men because of their selfishness, pettiness and thoughtlessness. I found being with other men as refreshing, invigorating and, amazingly, free.

So what was it that made my past boyfriends ex's? Many of them didn't like cars as much as I did. Those boyfriends felt cheated on and ignored. They couldn't take my passion for cars. The ones who were racers, our wills rubbed the wrong way. There's one thing to be said about a racer and that's their strong wills. I know I have one too.

Matsumoto was one of my ex-boyfriends. That relationship seemed to be going decently but then I lost interest in him. And he knew it. He told me later that he could watch the interest fly out the window of my car. We broke up mutually and with no hard feelings but he said he'd never forget what we once had. I trust Matsumoto with nearly anything and that's why he's the teams' manager.

Most of the other guys were at some point in time my ex-boyfriends. They either lost my interest or they got tired with having to compete with my car. So it's not like they all ended horribly.

Now back to the subject of this entire thing. Fujiwara Takumi. Fujiwara is special. I could feel it right at the start. It was like lightning striking me from the sky. I knew he was different. He's easy going for one thing.

It's amazing how easy going he is. At first, he seemed kind of dumb like I could hit him with my beloved FC and it not faze him. But, as time progressed, I noticed him changing. It wasn't fast like his driving skills but slowly. One wouldn't notice it if they weren't paying attention to it closely. But I can tell.

I know one thing absolutely certain, I have never felt like this with anyone, man or woman. I really don't know when it changed into obsession and love but, I'm not at all unhappy that it did. I wasn't supposed to feel this way about anyone. After Matsumoto, I'd promised myself that I would stop with the whole relationship thing. It was getting too annoying. Then, without warning, he showed up. Needless to say, that theory also lay in ruin.

I created Project D solely for him. A tiny bit for my brother as well but, mostly for him. I wanted, no, I needed him near me. I needed to teach him, see him, be with him. I found that, very soon, he became my reason for living. I would never show it to him, not in a million years. That's just not like me. I'm cool… collected. I'm reserved and untouchable. Very few have ignored the untouchable and touched but it's still there for the majority of the population.

He can't know that, inside, I'm burning for him. No, I'll remain the way I am because, if I ever told him anything, I would lose his friendship and that I cannot bear. There are two things in this world that I live for: my FC and Fujiwara Takumi. That's just how things worked out.

Ryousuke yawned. Good timing. It was time for bed. He quickly named the document and placed it in a hidden folder. If his brother ever did manage to break into his computer, he'd never know that file was even there. No use in being lazy when his heart was on the line with that document.

He frowned at the computer. He felt refreshed now that he'd written that out. If he was lucky, Fujiwara would never find out about any of this. That was his hope. If Fujiwara ever found out…

He turned on his heel, made for the light and flipped it off.