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True Heart of A Racer

PART 2

The panda-colored car came to a halt at the back part of the hotel. A screeching sound in pulling the handbrake can be heard and its engine died down.

Takumi looked outside the window, directly at the bright hotel and the landscape that cannot yet be seen clearly as it is still quite dark in this time of the day.

"Where are we?" Takumi asked his father as the older occupant started to unbuckle his seatbelt.

"We're finally here at the back of a very nice hotel in Mount Akina."

"What are we doing here?" Takumi asked puzzled.

Bunta looked at his son funnily. "You really are an unlimited kid or are you really just not paying any attention to what I say? This is the place where I deliver the tofu every morning. I always deliver it this early because they serve this as one of the main ingredients in serving their breakfast for the hotel's occupants."

As he saw Takumi nodding to that he opened the driver's door and said, "You come with me as I hand these tofu to the head chef."

"Why do I still have to come?" Takumi growled. "I still do not get the reason on why do I still have to come with you for today's delivery."

"Can you stop complaining for once and just obey?" Bunta said with a hint of exasperation in his voice and climbed out the car. The little Fujiwara sighed heavily as he thought the wasted opportunity as a chance to drowse a short sleep while his father is busy handing the tofu. He followed suit in climbing out the car as his father opened the trunk and a tall and obese man in a chef gown and hat approached his father in a friendly way.

"You're a bit early today than usual, Fujiwara-kun," the chef commented in a smile.

Bunta chuckled. "Well, just for a change."

Both men looked at the direction of the car as they heard a bang coming from closing a door of a car. Takumi looked at both men boredly.

The chef looked back at the older Fujiwara. "Is that your son?"

Bunta nodded. "Yes it is." He looked at Takumi and called him, "Hey, kid! Come here."

Takumi aversely approached both men and stopped at his father's side. He bowed deeply at the oldest man in front of him and greeted him while the man just smiled at him in a fatherly manner and greeted him back. After he had straightened, the shoelaces of his shoes suddenly interested him.

"You're quite a handsome kid, aren't you?" the chef complimented in a smile.

Takumi felt his cheeks getting hot while Bunta smirked to that and said, "Of course he is. Where could he inherit it but from the yours truly." He, then, smiled confidently.

The chef laughed to that and shook his head. "Well, if you say so." He turned back to the youngest and asked, "What's your name kid?"

"Ta-Takumi," the little kid replied timidly.

"Oh, what a cute name you have there, kid. Sure your father had picked the name carefully," he said this time turning to the elder Fujiwara who looked very pleased of himself.

"How old are you?"

"Five."

"So, you'll be going to school this coming September?"

Takumi nodded to that.

"Now I know why you are a bit early today," the chef said in mock accusation. "Now just go easy on him, alright? Even though he is a son of yours, remember he is still a five year old kid."

Bunta just smirked to that as he placed a hand on top of his son's head and ruffling it briefly despite his son's protests.

XXXTRUE HEART OF A RACERXXX

The Fujiwara's found themselves back inside the car and buckling their seatbelts. As soon the older Fujiwara was finished, he turned to his son and said, "We're near of going back home but before that, I want to show you something that starting from this day on would be staying with you until the right time you make up your mind and maybe in your whole life."

Takumi looked at his father confusingly, unsure of what is suppose to be his reply but chose to say nothing. What was in his mind right now is the comfort of his warm bed could give as he gets his long-desired sleep.

Reading his son's thoughts, he added, "And I doubt if you still can go to sleep in what I am going to show you."

Takumi still didn't say anything to that and looked directly in front of him as his father turned the engine on and drove the car. The car came to a halt once again as the front pointed to the downhill course of the road.

Bunta pulled the handbrake up and said without looking at his son, "Make sure your seatbelts are buckled properly, kid, as we fly in this mountain." After he said this, he glanced at his son briefly who looked completely passive, bored and sleepy. He smiled inwardly to that and looked back at the road in front of him. "Here we go, kid."

Bunta pulled back down the handbrake, shifted to first gear and pressed the clutch. The car, now, started to move downhill and after every second increasing its speed. The Little Fujiwara widened his eyes in awe of his father's speed and accuracy when executing a turn. What was odd to the little Fujiwara is that what was a normal slide(in what the kid understands but mainly it is a drift) when they were climbing the mountain is now very magnificent, excellent… unexplainable. His father had seemed to completely transform. The Little Fujiwara cannot explain his father's drifting when he is now in downhill. Like what his father had said now fully awake, he observed how his father is doing all the perfectly imposed techniques. He saw from time to time on what his father was doing as he was preparing for a turn: he shifts to third gear, his right toe pushes the breaks while his right heel simultaneously pressing the clutch and doing under steering, and it results to a wonderful drift that passes a corner with accuracy and perfection. Everything looked very easy and the most casual thing to do.

Takumi could not hide his great amusement as he audibly gasped seeing his father hooking the tires at the gutter from the inside as he turned at a corner in suicidal speed and unhooked it after with no effort, like it was the most common thing to do. Bunta smiled at his son's expression as he watched him from the corner of his eyes. He, also, passed the five hairpins easily and of no problem.

The legendary Fujiwara Bunta is never out of surprises. His insides are now dancing in excitement as he was preparing for his last and greatest maneuver that would blow his son's mind.

He spontaneously grinned as his son could not believe his eyes in what his father is possibly doing right now. The little one had never imagined that doing this maneuver would ever be possible.

The car's left side lifted from the ground too high to what can anyone say than normal and the car started to drive with the only two remaining tires at the right.

A ski drift.

The usually bored expression of the Fujiwara Takumi is now very shocked: his eyes widened and his jaw dropped open. He grabbed for the dashboard as he saw himself lifting. He is now looking down at his father for at the passenger side of the car, Bunta purposely allowed lifting for this technique. He does not know what to do for he is at the verge of shouting because of panic.

His father, now contented and believed that his son already had enough, slowly put the left side of the car back to the ground, to where it really belongs, and started to drive back normally, well in the Older Fujiwara's terms.

Takumi let out a deep sigh of relief as he was, once again, leveling with his father and the car finally was driving back using its four-wheels. Bunta let out a smirk, happy to see that his son had finally acknowledged all his showing-off that time. He made a last drift, an inertia drift, at the last corner of the pass then, drove all the way back to the motorway.

Part 3 coming soon…

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