A/N: I have to thank my reviewers: Z, amekan, strawberry buttercup, and Omochao Pururu for their AWESOME reviews. –bows- arigato gozaimasu! Here's the second chapter that was running through my head. I hope you all like it.

Just so everyone knows, this chapter hasn't been beta read yet so there will be a lot of grammatical errors. I'm sorry. My beta reader is a little bit busy right now. But it will get fixed… sometime.

This is Keisuke's POV. If he seems a little OOC, blame my muse. It's all their fault! I just know it!

Disclaimer: Initial D is not mine nor ever will be. I am just borrowing the characters for my own personal enjoyment. Sorry for the interruption, now back to the show…

Boring Night, Leading Suspicions

Here I am, at the computer, doing what my brother suggested. I'm writing a journal. Why? There's a good question. The entire reason why is because I'm bored. Yes, bored. My brother has held off the racing for a week, claiming that we need a break. I know the real reason, though. He needs a break worse than us.

My brother is amazing, in his driving skills and everywhere else. It's like he was born to excel at whatever he does. He's balancing medical school and this racing project of his. Sometimes I wonder if he's even human. My brother is our parents pride and joy. He lives in their spotlight, day and night. Most of the times I'm fine with that but, other times, I'm a bit envious.

Yes, I will admit it here if no other place. I am envious of my brother. He has everything he could ever dream for. He has this project, which is his baby, and he has a goal, which is his medical school. I have neither. This project was his to begin with. I take very little part. I'm not complaining but, sometimes, I wish I were a bigger part of my brothers' plans.

I've been thinking about this for a while now but I don't think I was the reason this team was put together. I don't have any solid proof. It's just a feeling. It's small and nearly unnoticeable but it's still there. I've been noticing it a lot more lately. The first time I noticed something out of place was the time my brother chose Fujiwara to drive over me. He explained later why he did so but there's something he's kept hidden.

I get that feeling every time I'm around him. That he's hiding something. Yet again, I don't have any proof. That's why dealing with my brother is sometimes tricky. I can't get any proof that anything is off.

But, this is why I am envious. My brother is perfect.

As he typed in that word, Keisuke halted, hesitant. Perfect was never the right word to use. No one was perfect, no machine was perfect. So, why did he use that word now to describe his brother?

Maybe because his brother seemed too perfect. Perhaps that's what feels so off about him. Keisuke toyed with the idea. He wasn't really very good at thinking too hard. Those things just didn't come naturally for him. Just as typing on a computer wasn't natural to him like it was to his brother.

He sighed, glaring at the clock. There ought to be something other than this stupid journal to do. But there wasn't so he continued his writing.

I'm the totally opposite of my brother. I used to be in a gang once, for example. I've always been the wild child compared to my brother. Whenever my parents lean on having me go one way, I go the total opposite just to spite them. Call me rebellious or whatever but that's the way I do things.

Our parents finally gave up a while ago, thankfully. They charged my brother with my well-keeping. I'm a little irritated at the way they put it but, they couldn't have chosen a better option. My brother is the only one I look up to. He's the only one who could ever command my attention. One day he walked boldly into my gang, pulled me out and plopped me into the seat of FD. I will never forget that day because it changed my life so drastically.

The feeling of my FD was an instant bond. I knew I had to have it the second my brother sat me down in it. It was just like I knew in that instance that my life was about to change… for the better. If you call chasing after an old hachi-roku as 'for the better' that is. I can't really say that my life totally changed until that fateful day on the slopes of Akina. After that, it was all downhill for me.

Keisuke paused in his typing. How did this get to be autobiography of him? He rubbed the back of his neck. He looked around the mess he called his room. His brother always got onto him about keeping his room organized. He always told his brother that it was organized… to him.

Oh well, might as well keep going.

I seriously thought the only person who could beat me was my brother. How naïve I was. For an ex-gang member, I was pretty immature. Fujiwara sure showed me up and then some. Here was this young kid, never been in a race before in his life, trying to take me on. Then, miraculously, not only does he beat me but he goes on to beat my brother whom I had always seen as indestructible.

To say I had found my life long rival was a major understatement. But, on the other hand, I think I also found a life long friend as well. I wouldn't ever, EVER tell Fujiwara that I consider him my friend. It's a strange relationship we have. I feel like we're destined to make it big.

It sounds weird and all but that's the way I feel. I told Fujiwara way back when he was told about Project D that I was aiming for the pros. I asked him if he was coming with me. I didn't stay around to hear his answer; I don't think he was ready at that point to say for sure that he'd be coming with me. I still don't know the answer to the question I asked him. Fujiwara is like stone when it comes to showing his emotions. But, he accepted the offer to be in Project D. That was a huge step for him and a huge victory for my brother and me.

Here's the part where I get confused. I have the feeling that this whole project was made specifically for Fujiwara. I know it sounds insane but I can't shake this feeling. Maybe it's the special attention my brother gives to him. He specifically set the main mechanic onto Fujiwara's hachi-roku. I don't really feel too upset about that but it was a little bothersome. I guess I just expected my brother to put the lead mechanic on my car. Another point for my immaturity.

My brother doesn't usually give out praises. When he does, though, they're far and few between. But, it seems in Fujiwara's case, I've heard my brother give out more praises than he ever has with me. That's a little agitating to me. I've yet to hear my brother truly praise me for something I've done. He did sort of when I raced the other FD but it was nothing big. It wasn't like the praises and the smiles Fujiwara gets. I'm not ranting! There's no way I'm ranting…

Keisuke paused in his typing to take a deep breath. Maybe this journal thing was a lot heavier than he thought. When he felt in control of himself again, he moved on.

The other thing I've been observing have been the looks my brother gives to Fujiwara. Normal people wouldn't notice but, he's my brother. I would notice. There's just something there that I can't read. I can usually interpret my brothers' expressions but these one are alluding me. There's something in them that nags at the back of my head but, the more I think about it, the harder it is to grasp. If only I had something…

But, that's not important. I've been observing Fujiwara and all his battles. To say I'm obsessed with the guy may not be too far from the truth. But I'm starting to see why my brother chose Fujiwara out of dozens of Road Racers. There were Racers better than Fujiwara by a long shot when we first took him in. The Todo School would be a great example. I always wondered why my brother didn't choose someone from that prestigious school. Looking back, I could see several promising students. More promising than a sleepy looking, block-headed teen.

As time went on, I began noticing that, whenever Fujiwara drives, he has a way of changing things. If he went into a battle the underdog, for example the time when he went up against the pro, he grew right in the middle of the battle. I once asked my brother about this and he told me that he called it Fujiwara's X Variable. He told me that he includes this variable in all his theories or everything would be off. As he was explaining this to me, I saw that something in his eyes stronger than I've ever seen it before. I was so close to catching that elusive thought that I thought I won. But then his expression changed and the elusive thought disappeared. But it was because of this X Variable that my brother saw endless amounts of potential.

Keisuke glanced at the clock, noticing it was time for bed. He yawned heavily. He decided it was time to wrap things up.

So now I'm here at the present day, present time and it's time for me to go to bed. Perhaps tomorrow will yield the answers I'm looking for.

Keisuke labeled the document, carefully putting it into a place where his brother, hopefully, won't find it. After doing so, he proceeded to close his laptop. He stretched back into his chair thinking. Perhaps his brother knew more about this journal thing than he gave him credit for. Getting that entire thing out onto the computer sure made him feel better.

He drummed his fingers lightly on his armchair. In fact, he'd say his brother looked far too experienced to not have done it himself. Perhaps it was time to call in a couple of debts he acquired in his gang.

He drummed his fingers one last time and got up. He quickly got ready for bed. No use thinking about things if they can't be done until tomorrow. Yes, he'd start getting this race going tomorrow. He glanced over in the direction of his brothers' room. Aniki, everything starts tomorrow.

He hit the light switch.