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A Midi File
Okay. ok. I really should make a Fanfiction account, I guess. This is awesome. I have recently discovered Initial D, and after binge-watching the first and second stages, well, I went out to discover the landscape of the community. For Fanfiction, and AO3, it seemed pretty bleak, with only a few stories and such. Until I began to read said stories. Even if they were Oneshots, or shorter than novel-length, they were of amazing quality, pretty much all of them, unlike some larger fandoms that only have half-and-half or worse. And I have migrated from larger groups to smaller ones, in hopes that I could help. By writing a ton of stuff. And the thing is, I'm good at writing, even if I don't do it much. But you? You have inspired me. Because you are
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tl;dr you're takumi in microsoft word
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An overall fascinating story, its rare to find such well written intial d fanfiction. Im excited to read the next chapter. Keep up the great work ;)
Thanks so much! This review inspired me to update today! :)
In this chapter...
Takumi and Kai's punishment at the hands of the gang is depicted in this chapter. While there isn't any sexual violence, there is a bit of blood, and it's not for the squeamish or fainthearted. Japanese definitions are included below.
The purr of the Supra's engine was the only sound as they climbed the hill, and inside the trunk was silent.
Takumi's head throbbed- while he had a few scrapes and bruises, however, he was mostly unharmed, and Kai looked to be in the same boat.
Both teens were dead silent as they made their way back to the solitary house about a half-hour outside of Mount Utatsu. Dread filled the trunk, so thick it was nearly choking- both teens were terrified of what was to come upon their return.
The seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity- in the cramped hot trunk, heads bouncing along with the motion of the car.
All too soon, however, the Supra came to a halt. The sound of the garage door closing was heard behind them, and voices too muffled to be heard were talking outside.
The trunk was thrown open- both boys blinked, surprised, at the orange light that lit the garage from a solitary swinging lightbulb, blinking harshly.
Takumi was grabbed first- his shirt was balled into the fists of strangers before he was dumped unceremoniously on the cement, Kai soon following suit.
Takumi swallowed, looking around the garage anxiously. The walls of the place were lined with gangsters- they leaned against the wall on all sides of them.
Still, they were far enough out of the light that their faces were masked- they appeared to be mere shadows, encircling the night. Other than the swinging bulb and the orange glow of lit cigarettes, the place was completely devoid of all light.
Takumi could feel himself start to sweat- the very air in the place was heavy- he could practically taste the blood-lust, the barely suppressed rage of the men around them dripped from the walls….
Kumicho stepped into the center of the room, allowing the light to bathe him. Takumi waited for him to speak, but as the silence stretched on, the tension in the room only increased, and the thrumming of his pulse in his ears only grew louder.
The whispers in the room that circled amongst the gangsters like smoke grew to murmurs, then outright talking among one another….
"They should be beaten until they repent…."
"Let them be our ashtrays- their bare backs- until they beg for forgiveness…."
"…with the buckle end of a belt…."
"Beat them until they prostrate themselves and apologize…."
"Yubitsume(1)."
Kumicho exchanged hushed conversation with Saiko-komon, nodding for a brief moment, before he spoke.
"Daiki." Kumicho's voice rang out over the murmurs, and Dewrag- Daiki, that was the man's real name- stepped forward, hands in his pockets.
"Their second offense was committed against you." Kumicho said calmly. "So tell me- what do you think we should do to them?"
Dewrag frowned, shoulders slumped. He was sporting a rather large goose egg, and he looked thoroughly annoyed as he glared down at the two teenagers.
"They appear not to know how serious we are, Kumicho. I suggest we teach them how dedicated our family really is." Dewrag answered evenly.
Kumicho nodded, taking the man's input into consideration, before he addressed those gathered in the garage as a whole.
"And the rest of you? They nearly destroyed our operation- you would've all been jailed. Their third offense is against you, so tell me- what should we do?"
There was resounding silence for a moment, before a young boy who couldn't have been out of high school spoke up. "Yubitsume! We'd have to face it if we threatened to betray the group- why should these two be any different!?"
Kumicho grinned, his teeth glinting eerily in the light from the single swinging bulb. "A very prudent observation. Saiko-komon agrees with you."
Kai had gone pale, and Takumi had broken out in a cold sweat. He closed his eyes from where he was hunched on his knees, shaking slightly at the thought of what was to come. They'd sever his pinky finger at the first joint…. It would be horribly painful.
Kai grabbed onto him, pulling him down so they both were prostrate.
"Moushi wake arimasen." (2) Kai spoke, voice shaking. The older teen was attempting to save them the mutilation of Yubitsume, Takumi realized with slight alarm. Kai sounded sincere, and Takumi swallowed, hoping his desperate bid for forgiveness might work….
Kumicho shook his head. "It's far too late for that, my friend." He crouched down before Kai, flipping out a switchblade.
Kai's eyes widened, and Takumi instinctively moved backwards….
This was going to hurt. This was going to hurt a lot. No matter how sharp Kumicho's knife was, it wouldn't cut cleanly through the bone of the finger….
Kai took a deep breath, steeling himself for the pain to come. Kumicho scrutinized the teen's frightened brown eyes for a moment, blinking once, before he stood, putting his switchblade away.
"Do what you wish to him, boys."
Five of the gangsters materialized from the shadows, eager for bloodshed. The first punch sent Kai crashing to the cement floor- as he tried to pick himself up, a brutal kick to the ribs sent him back to the ground.
Kai yipped and whimpered involuntarily. Takumi watched them pummel the older teen, shaking slightly as he did so- they tore off Kai's shirt at one point- three of the gangsters held him down, and Kai screamed in a way he'd never heard before….
Someone had put out a lit cigarette on his back.
A moment later, bloodied and bruised, Kai was on his knees again- a gangster on either arm held him upright as kicks and punches were happened down on him- Kai's nose wept blood, his body recoiling sharply from every blow.
Kai screamed a second time- such a pained, drawn out scream, it chilled Takumi to the bone.
A Nike clad foot collided with the Kai's jaw, sending the teen sprawling- Takumi watched Kai's head bounce off the cement, saw the glazed look in his half-open eyes….
"Stop it you bastards! You're killing him!" his own voice rang out above the sounds of the beating, and the garage fell completely silent.
Takumi was still sitting on the cement floor, chest heaving. Had he even just said that? His head was spinning so much, he didn't know.
Kumicho closed the distance between them in two swift strides, crouching before him and taking Takumi's chin in his hand, expression serious.
"I've spared you the suffering of Yubitsume, and this is how you repay me?" he growled, looking down at Takumi angrily.
"Y-you're going to kill him." Takumi managed to stutter out, never breaking eye contact with the older gangster.
Kai still hadn't moved from his position on the cement floor- he looked dazed, laying motionless, entire body shaking from pain and soreness as he attempted to catch his breath….
Kumicho's eyes flashed, and he stood, nodding to the teenagers still orbiting the fallen Kai. "Break him." Was all he ordered, before he stood back, watching the apparent torture squad approach Takumi.
The first kick slammed into his left ear- a hollow buzzing was all he heard as his cheek met the cement. He grit his teeth and clamped his mouth shut as another sneaker found purchase between his ribs, before he was dragged up by the hair and served a vicious right hook to the jaw that sent him to the flor again.
He tasted blood, but never faltered. He was limp like a ragdoll, letting them punch and kick him to their heart's content. Muffled grunts were all that escaped him as they continued their assault- he'd been in fights before, and it was with extreme willpower he bit back every cry of pain that bubbled up in his throat.
His self-control was only enhanced by the amount of pure hatred that bubbled up in his throat. As his body was pummeled, he could think of nothing more than the image of Kai's head bouncing off the cement, the emotionless way Kumicho ordered his men to beat them….
Cowards…. All of you are stupid bastards… was the only clear thought running through his mind.
After a prolonged beating, his assailants backed off, Kumicho striding through them and taking Takumi by the chin.
The teen didn't know it, but blood was dripping down his face from a scrape over his right eye- his nose oozed blood sluggishly, and a great deal of that blood had dripped down his mouth, mingling with that of his split lip to cover his chin….
His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe, bruises already forming on the skin beneath his shirt- his arms were coved in abrasions and brush burns from being on the cement floor.
Kumicho yanked him up by a tuft of his hair this time, learning in close and whispering in his ear like a snake.
"You're a foolish kid if you think you can escape us. You really think we'd hesitate to kill your father? Or his family?" Kumicho jerked his head towards the slumped form of Kai. "We want your cooperation- our kindness has clearly failed to move you, so perhaps fear will compel you. I have to give you props- you're tougher than you look, kid. This can all be over if you just give in. One little whimper- let us know you regret what you've done."
Takumi glared at the man through his one unswollen eye, gaze shouldering.
Kumicho frowned, lips pulling back from his teeth in a frustrated snarl.
"You're only making this harder on yourself."
Takumi turned his head away from the man, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the cement floor, and said nothing, continuing to glare at his captor. Kumicho let go of the lock of hair he'd been holding him by, and Takumi dropped roughly to the floor again, panting slightly.
"Make him cry out." Was all Kumicho said, turning and melting into the darkness, outside the range of the single swinging light bulb.
Takumi's dirty T-shirt was pulled over his head, exposing his chest.
Takumi inhaled sharply as a burning cigarette was put out on his left side, eyes tearing up, but still, he didn't give in.
I won't give you the satisfaction….
"Why… won't… you… break!?" Each word was punctuated with a kick to his chest. Takumi smiled- he was nearly unconscious, now- he was floating, he wasn't even there anymore. One mire good blow and he'd be in the sweet peace of oblivion….
Only the blow never came. His head stopped swimming, and Takumi blinked, surprised….
"Get him up." Someone growled.
Takumi was seized under the arms and held up by a teenager on either side.
The sound of a gun cocking mad him look up, alarmed. His eyes widened and his breathing increased as the cold metal was pressed into his right shoulder, just below his collar bone.
He was about to say something, to concede they'd won, when the sound of a gunshot left his ears ringing.
He was burning- his whole entire shoulder was burning. He'd lost all feeling in his arm, it was as though a thousand fire ants were biting his shoulder and he'd been stabbed with a red hot iron, and he fell to the ground, twisting and writhing, struggling to get away from the pain he couldn't stop.
Warm blood dripped down his skin, but the pain was so intense, he didn't even notice.
The last thing that escaped his throat was a raw, primal scream, before he was out cold.
Kai's half-open eyes widened at the sight- slowly, the gangsters began to disperse. Once the garage was nearly empty, Kai crawled over to Takumi despite his own aching body, shaking the younger teen desperately.
"T-Takumi!" he stuttered hoarsely, alarmed. Takumi made no move to get up.
Kumicho stood beside Saiko-komon, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold before him. "Remember this the next time you think of defying us. And don't forget- we know where your family is."
The color drained from Kai's face at the veiled threat, and Kumicho strode out of the garage, the sound of his shoes on the cement the only sound.
Saiko-komon lingered for a brief moment, looking down at the two teens pitifully for a moment.
"Just so you know, I voted for Yubitsume." He said, as though hearing this would make them think he was more humane.
Then he, too, left them alone.
Kai was left to bleeding and hysterical beside Takumi's unconscious form. He slung Takumi's arm over his shoulder, stumbling forward with the limp teen and dragging him upstairs. The bullet wound in Takumi's right shoulder wept blood, and it was all Kai could do to struggle to stop the bleeding.
(1) Yubitsume, or finger shortening, is where a disobedient Samuri would have his pinky finger chopped off at the first joint as penance for a transgression. Also a comonly used punishment for disobedient Yakuza.
(2) Moushi wake arimasen., a formal Japanese apology, meaning 'I am so sorry.'