DISCLAIMER: Neither Busigt-81 nor myself own Initial D...unfortunately
Author: Busigt-81
Editor: DreamSenshi
Chapter 4
Bunta stared at his son who was looking back at him with sad eyes, which made Bunta even angrier 'He should be afraid of me for damaging my car! Stupid boy! I'll just have to teach him a lesson.'
Although he should have been afraid of what his father would do to him, looking into his father's angry eyes only made Takumi sad. Sad because that was the only way his father looked at him lately. If his own father couldn't love him, how could anyone else?
Bunta grabbed Takumi roughly by the neck and dragged him into the shop, throwing Takumi into the living room so hard that the younger Fujiwara hit the wall with a bang making the paintings on the wall fall down.
Takumi lied on the floor, dazed from the impact. He looked up to see his father closing in on him and tried to sit up but Bunta was as fast as a snake. He grabbed Takumi's injured wrist and hauled him to his feet, ignoring the hiss of pain that came from Takumi.
"What did I do to deserve a son like you?" Bunta screamed as he grabbed his son by his shirt, slamming the small body into the wall with each word. "I was a good driver. I was the best! People cheered for me!"
"I..." Takumi started to utter.
"People remembered Fujiwara Bunta, they knew who I was! Then your mother came along. She was the best thing that ever happened to me! And then you came! You took her away from me! And now no one knows me, they only talk about Fujiwara Takumi and the Akina 86!" Bunta slammed Takumi harder against the wall. "I'm the one they should be speaking of! You can't even drive down the mountain without damaging the car! I tried to teach you but you are so stupid!"
Takumi's back hurt but he tried to fight back the tears, he was almost sure that the wall behind him was going to break from the force that Bunta slamming him into the wall.
He limply grabbed his father's wrist that held his shirt, just holding on hoping that his father would get tired soon.
"And wasn't that enough that those two Takahashi brothers come and try to make you better! They don't know anything about racing!" Bunta yelled and started to curse both Ryousuke and Keisuke by name.
Hearing their names, Takumi snapped. His father had no right talking about them like that. Both brothers worked hard and they were the best drivers in Japan.
Takumi's hold on his father's wrist tightened and he did something he never thought he would do. He hit Bunta. The older Fujiwara staggered back, losing his grip on Takumi's shirt and the two Fujiwara's merely stared at each other. Bunta couldn't believe that his son had dared to hit him. Staring at his son, his disbelief soon turned to anger.
"How dare you!" Bunta screamed as he gather himself.
"You have no right talking about them like that." Takumi's voice was low but clear.
Bunta walked up to him and slapped him hard, causing Takumi to fall yet again against the wall.
"Don't you dare talk back to me" Bunta growled, looming over the prone body of his son.
Takumi gathered himself, pushed himself from the wall and stared defiantly at his father. He thought he saw something in his father's eyes that resembled fear and regret, but he brushed it away, walking past his father and out the door, into the falling snow.
Ryousuke was driving through the streets, trying to clear his mind. He and Keisuke had had a long talk about what had happen. Keisuke was pretty angry at him for treating Takumi that way and he was surprised how much his brother cared for the younger driver. He was even more surprised of how easily his brother could read him.
Ryousuke shook his head, Keisuke had told him that you couldn't deny your feelings if you wanted a happy life. When did his younger brother grow up to be the one who held all the answers?
They both liked Takumi but what should they do about it? If Takumi talked to them ever again, what would they say?
At that Keisuke just shrugged his shoulders, time will tell, was the only thing he said to his older brother's questions.
Ryousuke gripped the wheel harder and sighed. He needed to talk to Takumi, to say that he didn't mean what he had said. He looked out the windshield at the falling snow, it was dark outside and the snow made it hard to see. Suddenly someone appeared in front of him, Ryousuke braked hard and was grateful that he had been driving slowly. He was about to curse at the person in front of him for not watching where they were going, when he realised who it was.
It was Takumi, without a jacket, Ryousuke threw his car door open and shouted the younger driver's name as he ran towards him.
Takumi was cold, really cold but he kept on going. He thought he heard someone calling his name but he brushed it off as his imagination. He was so cold and tired; his body ached with every step he took. He just wanted to lie down and sleep.
Ryousuke was just about to say something when Takumi stumbled and would have fallen if the older Takahashi brother hadn't caught him.
"Takumi..." Ryousuke muttered in a low voice as he took a good look at the younger driver, "what happened to you?"
"Ryousuke-san?" Takumi whispered, "I'm so cold" and with that he fell unconscious.
"Takumi!" Ryousuke panicked but calmed when he saw that Takumi was still breathing. He picked up the younger man and his brow furrowed at the low moan of pain that escaped the boy's lips. Carefully Ryousuke carried him to his FC, amazed at how light the boy was. He gently sat Takumi down in the passenger seat and buckled him up before getting into the FC and driving off.
