DISCLAIMER: Neither Busigt-81 nor myself own Initial D...unfortunately
Author: Busigt-81
Editor: DreamSenshi
Chapter 7
The trio walked together down the stairs, an air of unsolved questions lingered but no one said anything. They came down to the hall and Takumi took a deep breath as Keisuke opened the front door.
Bunta was standing outside. They could see the 86 in the driveway with the engine still running. Ryousuke politely asked the older man to come inside, but Bunta ignored him.
"Takumi, let's go" was all he said as he turned around and walked towards the car.
Takumi looked at Ryousuke apologetically and was about to open his mouth to say something when his father interrupted him.
"Now!" His father shouted. Takumi turned to see his father was already in the 86, impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and glaring at him.
The younger Fujiwara blushed and quickly mumbled his thanks to the Takahashi brothers before he rushing over to the 86 as fast as his back allowed him to.
Ryousuke and Keisuke stood in the doorway as Takumi and his father drove away, both feeling a bit uneasy. The younger brother looked at his brother as he closed the door, a thoughtful look on his face.
"I don't like this, Aniki."
"I know what you mean but we have to have patience. All we can do for now is let Takumi know that we will be there for him, no matter what." Ryousuke said as he headed towards the kitchen to pour two cups of coffee, with Keisuke following him.
"Patience? You know that I hate that word, I can't stand waiting around." Grumbled Keisuke as he reached for the cup of coffee Ryousuke had poured for him.
"Well, Keisuke, that's all we can do for now." Ryousuke sat down and sipped on his coffee.
The drive home was quiet, Takumi sat staring out the window glancing occasionally at his father. Bunta's face was emotionless as he drove them home, even though he felt Takumi looking at him from time to time. The older Fujiwara sucked on his cigarette and cast a side-glance on his son, the bruises he had giving him stood out on his pale face.
Bunta knew that he raised Takumi hard, but the world was a hard place to live in and you have to be prepared for it.
And he knew that when he drank, he easily lost control, that things got out of hand and yesterday was a good example of that. He loved his son, but when he saw his wife's eyes looking back at him through Takumi's eyes, the bitterness surfaced once again.
Bunta knew that he would have been a great driver, if Takumi hadn't been born but the hardest part was that his son was turning into a superb driver and he was jealous because Takumi would be the one who would live his dreams.
Bunta sighed to himself, he really needed some sake in his body. The drink usually made life a little easier but sometimes he drank too much and his temper struck out towards Takumi.
But the boy had a habit getting in his way! That wasn't entirely true, but he told himself that so he could look at his son the day after.
He parked the car in the alley beside the tofu shop, turned off the engine of the beloved 86 and lit another cigarette. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke enter his lungs and calm his nerves before breathing it out.
"Let's get inside before we freeze to death." The older Fujiwara said.
Takumi nodded at his father's word and carefully got out the car trying to ignore the pain in his back. He stretched a little, while he waited for his father and then walked quietly behind him into the house.
Bunta sat down at the table in the living room, grabbed a bottle of sake and almost drained it in one swallow. He closed his eyes as he felt the warmth spread through his body, and then he looked up at his son who was still standing in the doorway.
"Takumiā¦." He started as he leant forward and held out his hand motioning for the boy to come closer. He saw a fear in those eyes that reminded him of the love of his life, who died giving birth to his son, Bunta took a deep breath and tried to squash the bitterness. "Get me some more sake. Now." The older man looked away from his son, losing the battle inside himself.
Takumi stared at his father for a couple of seconds, before nodding and walked into the kitchen. He felt a bit uneasy, his father was acting strange and he didn't know what to make of it.
When the old man had said his name it was in a different tone than the one he usually used and it had seemed that he was just about to say something else than he had said.
Takumi shook his head, those few hours in the Takahashi house, being taken cared of had made him forget his place and now he was imaging things.
He took a deep breath as he walked into the living room; he bent awkwardly because of his back and sat the bottles down on the table. He swayed a little as he straightened but he covered himself quickly.
"Get yourself into bed, before you fall flat on your face." Bunta said, draining the second bottle. "You have an early run tomorrow."
Bunta watched as his son nodded and walked stiffly up to his room. The older man shook his head to himself, 'Why was everything so hard?' He took another swig of the sake and disappeared into the sweet daze of sake drunkenness.
