(AN1: Sorry guys no beta. If someone would like to volunteer to edit my Initial D fiction I would appreciate it greatly.)

(AN2: I'm going to assume that, for the most part, everyone can figure out when a character is speaking on the phone so I will not be putting any special symbols to symbolize phone talk. I analogize if this decision causes confutation.)

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Chapter 1:

"Ryosuke I can't keep this up; with the way Takumi is now driving I'm getting bruises all up and down my chest. Every time we hit a hard bump I lose everything and I feel like I'm a coin in a jar with the way I'm being shaken and thrown; something needs to be done. Even with Takumi driving only at seventy percent I'm not able to do my work as the eight-six's mechanic. I have no idea how Fujiwara can handle it."

"I'm sorry but the only thing we can do, Matsumoto, is replace the seats to ones of a higher quality. Maybe get better harnesses something wider and with some cushion but our budget is already blown thanks to the price of gas and adding that fourth Van." The dark haired Takahashi closed his laptop and sat it beside him on the greasy bench of the RedSuns Garage and looked up to face the other member of Project D. "I have to go back and re-draw a new budget for Project D. The one I originally wrote up isn't working. We're not going through as many tires as I originally believed we would thanks to Takumi's driving and Keisuke's improved pedal control, also; I budgeted for a couple of accidents but so far only that one of Keisuke's cost us anything and I was planning on making those changes anyways."

"So how long do you think it will be before the Eight-Six will have new seats?"

"I can pick some up anytime but it would be good for Takumi to be there when the seats are picked out, unfortunately; he works ten to twelve hour days on top of his morning deliveries. It may be a couple of weeks before we're able to get him for a day."

"You could request that he takes a day off. That kid seriously needs a brake he gets about as much sleep as you do, less even since you can sleep on the way to a battle; that poor kid's stuck driving the whole way."

"I'll see what I can do." With that the dark haired Takahashi brother dismissed the mechanic and went back to his laptop brining up the schedules for everyone in Project D. "Maybe Keisuke and I should take him with us to the resort. It would be good for him and it would keep Keisuke out of trouble."

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Spending hours Hauling around heavy boxes everyday at first was a lot harder then Takumi first imagined it would be when he applied for the job but he noticed the work was becoming easer and at night when he got home he wasn't as sore as he was when he first started. He didn't even mind going out with his friends on Mt. Akina to help improve their driving techniques but the long days were still hard and his races were getting even harder.

"Fujiwara, would you drive the truck? I need a rest." Ted asked holding the keys out for Takumi. "I don't know how I managed before, I'm really glad you can drive; the last kid I had to work with couldn't even drive in a straight line." Shaking his head he handed Takumi the keys before he climbed into the passenger's seat with a loud groan, "I think I'm getting to old for this job."

Shrugging his shoulders Tak climbed into the driver's seat and started the truck before he replied, "its easer then making tofu deliveries every morning at 4am."

"I bet. You still make those deliveries for your father on top of everything else?"

"I need to drive as often as I can on Akina and those delivers are a good opportunity… and they keep my old man of my back.

"I have no idea how you manage working two jobs and driving for that project D thing of yours. A young man like yourself should be going out to parties and picking up girls."

"I had a girlfriend" Tak mumbled under his breath in annoyance. Why did every old geezer have to mention parties and woman?

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"Hey, Bunta, your son's name is Takumi right? He and Toshiya raced last weekend. He's getting pretty good and that team he's racing with is top notch that Takahashi kid really knows his stuff, god only know why he isn't a professional. I offered up some of my contacts to him but he turned me down. And that brother of his is a genius, wasting his life becoming a doctor, that older brother could be up to your standards. I didn't see him race or even drive but with the way everyone on that team treated him like he was all-knowing or something, he must be pretty good but you probably knew all this already."

"You're the third person from the old crowd to call me and tell me about this older Takahashi kid. I haven't seen him myself yet but from the changes I've noticed in Takumi he's a descent teacher, so he's a doctor?"

Yeah, well pre-med, shocked the hell out of me; never would have thought someone with his record would be a doctor. Anyways; the reason why I called, you remember that guy you almost lost to that ran that resort? Takumi's next race is against him in a couple of weeks. Do you think the kids have a chance? That guy should be a professional racer and a good one at that and this is his home course they're racing on."

"Won't know until they race but if this Takahashi kid is so smart he wouldn't go against someone they have no way of beating. And a loss would probably do them all some good."

"Yeah guess your right, anyways; the girls are getting impatient I promised them I'd take them to the zoo today."

"Okay talk to you latter."

So they're moving up in the world. Maybe I should go watch this next race. Wonder what Yuichi is doing that weekend?

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Arriving home Takumi wasn't even in the door before he noticed the phone ringing and his old man sitting on his ass reading the paper. "Hey old man the phones ringing go pick it up!"

"Why should I? It's for you."

"Whatever." Surrendering to his fathers all knowing attitude he quickly kicked off his shoes and answered the phone "Hello, Fujiwara tofu shop, Takumi speaking. Hello Ryosuke-san. The repairs on the eight-six are done? I can pick it up tomorrow; I have the day off. Yes the full day. Shopping? New seats? I guess. Okay, what time? I can be there around noon. Okay, let me just see if I can borrow dads car."

"Why do you want it?"

"Pick up the eight-six"

"As long as you're back before eight and I don't want some kid that doesn't know how to drive driving my car."

"Ryosuke, the old man has agreed to me using his car but it might be better if I get a ride; I have no idea how I'm going to get the eight-six and the Impreza home. Sure you can spend the night but our place is a little ran down. Yeah I can drive you back when I do the morning delivers. Okay, see you tomorrow."

"So you're taking the car?"

"Yeah, Ry's going to drive it back and stay the night. He has an assignment due soon and KT's having a party."

"It's getting late."

"I know, night dad."

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"I hate this. It's all about Takumi now. He never thinks about anything else he's fucking obsessed with that kid. It's not healthy. He needs to get out and get a girlfriend or something there has to be someone out there for him." Keisuke said out loud as he some how managed to stomp around his room. "Unless…. No. I may swing for both sides but Aniki's straight. Sure he's always thinking about Fujiwara and sure he touches Fujiwara but that doesn't mean anything… right?" With a loud sigh Keisuke flopped onto his bed and stared at his ceiling.

Every time Fujiwara wins Aniki rests his hand on the kids shoulder. Every time he's around when Fujiwara is working on the eight-six he guides Takumi's hands. He's cleaned a grease smear off of Takumi's face. When Fujiwara's around he puts his laptop down and wanders over to see what he's doing and aside from that Ry doesn't touch anyone.

"Okay so maybe he touches Fujiwara that still doesn't mean he likes… that he's interested in… that he's gay… or bi. And anyways Fujiwara has a girlfriend, had a girlfriend. At least according to the Speedstars he had a girlfriend."

"Mom and dad are going to freak when they find out."