DISCLAIMER: Neither Busigt-81 nor myself own Initial D...unfortunately
Author: Busigt-81
Editor: DreamSenshi
Chapter 3
Takumi got into his 86, he could hear Ryousuke calling his name but he couldn't face the older Takahashi brother right now. He knew that Ryousuke was right, that he had endangered the team and his co-driver.
As he took a corner in high speed, he swung the wheel hard, ignoring the pain from his injured wrist. The 86 drifted easily in the snow, bumping into the railing a little, making the car skid a little but he corrected it and drove a little slower into the next corner.
If it had been a real race tonight, he could have destroyed Project D's reputation and all the hard work would have been for nothing.
Takumi shook his head as he pressed down the gas pedal, his father was right. He hated to admit it but when Ryousuke had taken his hand and examine it, he had felt a little hope that someone cared for him. But he knew better now, and he understood why Ryousuke was so angry at him.
Takumi had risked the younger Takahashi's life tonight when they raced together.
He drove into the last corner on autopilot and started to take the curve as he usually did but as he started to turn the wheel, he became aware that he drove too fast.
For a second Takumi panicked when he felt the wheels losing their grip but then his instincts kicked in. He took his foot of the gas, started to break carefully as he swung the wheel hard, the car slowly turned and he was through it.
Takumi took a deep breath as he drove towards his home, slowing down as he drove through the city.
Ryousuke jumped into his FC and he drove quickly after Takumi. He could still see the emotion in the young Fujiwara's eyes when he spoke those awful words. He slammed his hand against the wheel, how could he be so stupid?
As he followed the 86 down the mountain, he became aware that it was getting harder for him to keep up with the young driver. His other thoughts flew out the window as he watched as Takumi bump into the railing. The 86 skidded but Takumi got through it and then he slowed down a little.
Ryousuke was amazed at how Takumi could handle his car in the snow, he knew that the young man was a very good driver but to handle the 86 in the snow that well was incredible to watch.
Suddenly the white and black car in front of him picked up speed, making it hard for the FC to keep up. Ryousuke watched as it drove into the last corner of the course in very high speed. He wanted to shout out to Takumi to slow down but he knew that the other driver wouldn't hear him.
So with fear clutching his stomach he watched the 86 take the corner in high speed almost making its tires losing their grip but the like magic the car swerved back and cleared the corner.
Ryousuke stopped his car and got out, Keisuke stopped beside him and got out of his yellow FD.
"Did you see that?" Keisuke yelled.
"Yes…"
"Lucky for you that he cleared that corner. I would have kicked your ass if he got hurt." Keisuke said as he gripped his older brother's shoulder.
"I understand, I would have done it too."
"Let's get home and talk it through before we talk to Fujiwara." Keisuke squeezed his brother's shoulder before he got into the car and drove home.
Takumi parked the car in its place outside the tofu shop, turned off the engine and leaned back. He didn't want to go in just yet, so he sat still, watching the snow fall around him, entranced by it's simply beauty.
It was quiet and tranquil night and Takumi shivered a bit as the car grew colder. He looked down at his hands and could almost feel the warm sensation of Ryousuke's hand on his again.
Takumi took a deep breath and exhaled despondently, he would have to leave the team now for sure. Neither of the Takahashi brothers would want such a dangerous and egocentric driver on Project D.
He leaned his head against the cold wheel and closed his eyes. How could he do something so stupid? Why did he always have to destroy the good things?
When Takumi looked up from the wheel, he saw his father standing in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.
Takumi watched as Bunta slowly walked towards the 86, and sighed as he got out of the car. When he saw his father started to walk around the car he remembered that he had hit the guard rail. Takumi prayed that the damage wasn't bad enough to be noticed. But when he Bunta stopped at the back of the car, Takumi's face paled,the younger Fujiwara walked quickly to take a look at the damage. Looking at the back bumper, he noticed the scratches his father had stopped to examine. It wasn't big but neither was it small. Takumi looked up to his father and he knew that he was in big trouble.
