keisuke's tutorial

Disclaimer: Initial D, Takeshi, and Shingo all belong to Shigeno Shuichi. They're not mine, more's the pity, otherwise you'd see them doing a lot more than racing cars and looking pretty. ^_~

Keisuke's Tutorial on Denial and How to Deal With It

Ryousuke didn't bother looking up from his laptop at the rap on his door, knowing who it would be. "Come in, Keisuke."

The door opened and his younger brother stepped in. There was the sound of a lighter being struck and a hand came into view, snagging the ashtray he kept on his desk. Keisuke smoked in silence before his curiosity finally overtook what patience he had.

"Well?" Came the impatient query.

Ryousuke leaned back and swiveled his chair to look at his younger brother, raising his eyebrow. "Well, what?"

Keisuke exhaled a puff of smoke in irritation. "What did he say, aniki?"

Ryousuke smiled at his brother and shook his head. "I only told him of my plans tonight, Keisuke. Give him some time to think about it."

His younger brother pulled a face. "I know, I know. But I want to know. Did he say anything to give you an idea of which way he was leaning, at least?"

Ryousuke reached out behind him and shook out a cigarette of his own, lighting it before he answered. "No, not about my offer. He did ask me how, and where, to get in touch with Kyoichi, however."

Keisuke looked surprised. "Sudo Kyoichi of the Emperors?" Ryousuke nodded. "Why?"

"Why do you think?" Ryousuke shrugged, taking another long drag from his cigarette. A smile tugged at his lips as he remembered the nervous, yet earnest, request from Akina's downhill expert. It had been quite endearing. As had been the slight flush on Takumi's face when Ryousuke had dropped in at the gas station that the young driver worked at. His younger brother's voice shook him out of his reverie.

"You don't suppose he's planning on challenging Sudo to a rematch, do you?" Keisuke asked, a small frown pulling at his lips. "I heard that his '86 was fixed, but even so, how does he expect to win against an EvoIII that's already beaten him once? Well, not beaten him, really, but you know what I mean. Although, he did beat that EvoIV, which I still can't really believe."

Ryousuke allowed his younger brother to continue rambling as he considered the young '86 driver. Although he had told Keisuke that Takumi needed time to consider his offer, Ryousuke was fairly certain that the young man had already made up his mind to join his new racing team, and only needed the time to be certain of his decision.

He knew that most people saw Takumi's blank expression and assumed that the mind behind the face was just as blank, but he did not believe it was so. He had seen the questions and intensity behind the young driver's eyes and knew that a far keener intellect than most people suspected lurked behind the perpetually calm and blank face that Takumi showed the world.

There was also the way that the young driver raced. A large part of his wins did come from the frightening skill and technique that the '86 driver had, but many of his opponents had quite a bit of skill themselves, and, more importantly, drove far better, and faster, cars than Takumi's dated AE86. Skill alone was not enough to defeat Nakazato of the Night Kids, or Iwaki Seiji of the Emperors. Not to mention Keisuke and himself. That required a certain amount of thought. In a lot of ways, Takumi's driving was very similar to the way that his younger brother drove. They were both very intuitive, tending to rely on their skill and their feel of the road. Under his coaching, Keisuke had already improved beyond measure.

Ryousuke wondered if his younger brother remembered their conversation from several months ago, on the night that he had raced Akina's downhill specialist. He had told Keisuke that there were only two people that he wasn't certain of beating. His younger brother had been surprised to discover that he was one of those two. Ryousuke hadn't told Keisuke who the other driver was, but he had not had to. He was certain his brother had known the answer to that already.

From all that he had seen and heard, Takumi's skill and experience had also grown. It had also been apparent to Ryousuke during their meeting earlier that the young driver was only now starting to realize how much he still had to learn, especially about his lack of knowledge about cars themselves. Takumi could learn that knowledge from almost anyone, but Ryousuke knew that only he could teach the young driver in such a way that it made sense to the young man. He'd had a lot of practice with his younger brother, after all.

A stray thought about how Takumi's quiet thoughtfulness complimented Keisuke's energetic brashness perfectly almost made Ryousuke cough in surprise. With a mental shake of his head, he started paying attention to what his younger brother was saying again. Ryousuke couldn't stop the coughing fit that resulted when his mind commented at what a cute couple that Keisuke and Takumi would make.

"Aniki! Are you alright?"

Ryousuke waved away his wide-eyed younger brother and brought his breathing under control, sternly telling himself not to think of such nonsensical things again. "It's nothing, Keisuke. The smoke just went down the wrong pipe," he rasped.

Keisuke didn't look convinced. His younger brother got up, dashed out the door, and almost moments later, rushed back in with a glass of water. Ryousuke accepted the water with thanks and gulped down a couple mouthfuls before setting the glass aside and leaning back in his chair with a rueful smile. What ridiculous nonsense, he thought, it wasn't as if Keisuke even had anyone he liked. Did he? Ryousuke started coughing again and reached for the water.

* * * * * *

Keisuke eyed his older brother in worry. Ryousuke had *said* he was fine, but he didn't believe him. Not with that weird look on his face. He looked like he'd just bitten into a lemon with his face all scrunched up like that. Yet, at the same time, he looked as if he was surprised that the lemon was, indeed, sour.

When Ryousuke had finished drinking the water and stopped coughing, he looked up at Keisuke with the stare that he usually only used when he knew his younger brother was trying to hide something from him. Keisuke fidgeted under the stare and frantically searched his memories to see if he'd done anything wrong recently. When he couldn't come up with anything, Keisuke scowled.

"What?"

Ryousuke continued to give him the same piercing gaze. "There isn't someone you like, is there?"

Keisuke blinked and then flushed in embarrassment, "What?! No!"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Keisuke retorted, starting to get seriously worried. This was not like his aniki at all.

Ryousuke settled back and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You'd tell me if you did, right?" He opened one eye to peer at Keisuke, "Right?"

Keisuke nodded, "Uh, yeah, aniki, of course I would." He regarded his now silent older brother for a moment before asking, "What brought that on?"

Ryousuke gave a wry chuckle, "I just had a disconcerting mental image of you and the Fujiwara boy holding hands and making kissey-faces at each other."

The sudden silence was deafening. Keisuke stood with his jaw hanging open and his eyes wide in surprise. He tried to find his voice to respond to his older brother's outrageous statement, but all he could manage was a rather high-pitched squeak of, "Aniki!"

Ryousuke watched as his brother blushed a brilliant red and narrowed his eyes. "I thought you said you didn't like anyone!"

"I don't!"

"Then why are you blushing like that?"

Keisuke blushed harder and mumbled something under his breath. Ryousuke frowned, "What?"

Keisuke mumbled again and his older brother rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Stop mumbling, Keisuke, and spit it out."

A sullen expression settled on Keisuke's face and his voice was sulky when he replied. "I said that just because I think that he's kind of cute and has a nice ass doesn't mean that I like him. So I wasn't lying." He glared at his older brother. "And how did we get on this topic anyway? Who are you and what have you done with my aniki?"

Ryousuke swatted at the finger Keisuke was pointing at him in accusation and snorted, "Don't be stupid, Keisuke."

Keisuke snorted back, "Then don't say stupid things like that, aniki."

Ryousuke's lips twitched and a twinkle entered his eyes. Keisuke glared at his older brother and a stifled snigger escaped from Ryousuke's lips. Keisuke glared even harder as Ryousuke's shoulders started shaking in silent laughter. Keisuke aimed a kick at his older brother's leg that Ryousuke easily evaded. Keisuke growled and Ryousuke almost fell out of his chair as he started laughing uncontrollably. Keisuke opened his mouth to yell at his demented older brother when the absurdity of their conversation hit him and a giggle emerged instead. Seconds later, he sank to the floor as his whole body shook in helpless laughter.

Wiping away tears of mirth from his eyes, Ryousuke reached for his cigarettes and lit one up, taking in a deep, calming puff of smoke. "So. You think that tofu-boy is cute?" He immediately started sniggering again.

Keisuke snatched the cigarette out of Ryousuke's fingers and took a drag, climbing to sit on his older brother's bed. "Yeah. So?" he replied, blowing the smoke deliberately into Ryousuke's chortling face.

Ryousuke waved away the smoke and grinned, "Are you going to do anything about it?"

"Like what? Bend him over the hood of my FD and declare my undying love?" Keisuke snorted. "I don't think so."

"Why not? It sounds like a solid plan." His older brother snickered, "For you."

Keisuke stuck his tongue out and threw one of his house slippers at Ryousuke. "Shut up."

"You could write him a love letter."

"No."

"Or how about serenading him? At his work?"

Keisuke rolled his eyes and threw his other slipper at his older brother. "No. What is wrong with you tonight, aniki?"

Ryousuke shrugged, still snickering. "I don't know, but the thought of you going out with Takumi strikes me as hilarious." His older brother paused, a truly wicked grin spreading on his face. "Keisuke?"

"What?" Keisuke replied warily, not sure what was coming. Maybe there'd been something in his older brother's food tonight. Or in his drink. But if it were that, then he'd have been affected, too, so that couldn't be it.

"Can you imagine what Kenta would say if he knew you had the hots for Takumi?"

Keisuke spluttered, "Aniki! That's not funny!" He started pulling at his hair, "And stop laughing like that! You're starting to seriously creep me out here."

Ryousuke got his laughing fit somewhat under control and waved a hand at Keisuke. "Sorry. I couldn't resist."

Keisuke eyed his still snickering older brother with suspicion, "Alright, I have to know. Just what have you been smoking?"

His older brother just started laughing again and Keisuke looked on with disgust. He got up to stand with his fists cocked at his hips and scowled at Ryousuke, "If you're going to keep on making fun of me, you can just leave."

"Keisuke."

"What?" came the sullen reply.

"This is my room."

Keisuke's eyebrows drew down in annoyance and he stomped to the door, pulling it open. Just as he was about to slam the door, Ryousuke's voice came floating out for one last jab, "What are you going to do if it turns out he wants to bend *you* over the hood of his '86?"

Keisuke decided that it would be best for his older brother to just sleep off whatever it was that had incited his weird behavior and quickly retreated to his room before his face exploded with embarrassment.

* * * *

The night was perfect for driving. It was one of those rare times when there wasn't another soul on the winding road of Mt. Akagi. If he wanted, Keisuke could go tearing down Akagi with hardly a worry of running into anyone else, trying to improve his personal record. Only, he wasn't, and was, instead, leaning on the hood of his RX-7, just thinking and smoking.

Not that it was so unusual for him to do that. In fact, Keisuke would have been more than happy to continue doing so if not for the nature of the thoughts chasing their way through his head. Ever since that truly twisted conversation with his older brother a few nights ago, Keisuke hadn't been able to concentrate on anything else. Even the conversation the next night, where his brother had been his usual calm, collected self, hadn't helped. Then, last night, he'd gone and went to see the AE86 driver himself, just to prove to himself that there was nothing to what his older brother had said.

He did not like Fujiwara Takumi. He didn't. There was no way he liked that blank-faced idiot. Sure, he was cute, in a quiet sort of way. And sure, even Keisuke had to admit that Akina's downhill expert was one hell of a driver. He'd even beaten his older brother on the downhill. Something Keisuke had never even thought possible. But that did not mean that he, Takahashi Keisuke, liked that idiot, Fujiwara Takumi.

Keisuke brought his cigarette to his lips to take a drag and flicked it away in disgust when he realized it had gone out. His features drew down into a scowl and he got up, walking to open the door of his car. Keisuke strapped himself in, started his engine in order to open his window, and lit up another cigarette.

"Shit. This isn't doing any good. Why'd aniki have to say something so stupid, anyway? And why the fuck can't I get that idiot's face out of my head?!"

Still muttering under his breath, Keisuke tore out of the gallery he'd been parked in with a squeal of tires. Maybe a drive, a long, fast drive, would help. Maybe. Keisuke stepped on the gas.

* * * *

Takumi looked up at the sound of a powerful engine pulling up into the gas station, and blinked as he recognized the distinctive yellow FD. Moments after the engine was turned off, the door opened and Takahashi Keisuke stepped out, the lights of the station burnishing his highlights silver.

"What do you think he wants?"

Iketani's voice was amused as he replied to Itsuki, "Probably here to talk to Takumi. What else?"

Iketani caught Takumi's eyes and nodded toward the younger Takahashi brother. The young '86 driver nodded back and hurried over to Keisuke and bowed.

"How can I help you?"

Takumi resisted the urge to fidget as Keisuke just stood, staring at him for several long seconds before replying. "Fill the tank with premium, for now."

Takumi nodded and went to the pump to get the gas nozzle. He tried to ignore how Keisuke was leaning on the hood of his car and scowling at him. Takumi wondered if there was a smudge on his face as he felt his cheeks start to flush under the close scrutiny.

Once he had inserted the nozzle into the tank and started the gas pumping, he turned back to Keisuke and swallowed, once, before asking. "Um. Would you like me to wash your windows?"

At Keisuke's nod, Takumi gave a nervous smile and went to get some paper towels and the squeegee. When he walked past the others, Iketani asked, "So what does he want?"

Takumi shrugged, "I don't really know, sempai."

Iketani smiled in reassurance, "It's probably about the new racing team that Ryousuke came to see you about."

Takumi smiled back and nodded, feeling a bit relieved. It was probably that. Feeling a lot less nervous, he went back to start wiping the yellow FD's windows, only to find that Keisuke was now glaring at him, his brows drawn down in what seemed like acute irritation. Takumi dropped his eyes and flushed again. Even without looking, he could still feel Keisuke's gaze as he worked. Within a few minutes, he finished with the windows and the gas had stopped pumping.

"When do you get off work?"

Takumi looked up in surprise, "About an hour..."

Keisuke nodded, "Fine. I'll come pick you up, then. I need to talk to you."

"Uh..." Finding no words, Takumi simply nodded back, his eyes wide in confusion.

Keisuke reached into his pocket and handed Takumi several bills to pay for the gas and service. "I'll be back in an hour."

Then, without a backward look, he got into his car, started his engine, and drove away. Takumi stood silently for about a minute, ignoring the curious questions of Itsuki and Iketani behind him.

"Oi! Takumi!" Itsuki's voice finally broke into his reverie and Takumi turned to his friend.

"Why's your face all red like that?"

Takumi raised a hand to touch one of his flaming cheeks, "I don't really know..."

Itsuki nudged his friend with an elbow, "First Ryousuke, and now Keisuke. The Takahashi brothers sure are interested in you. The way you keep getting all red when they come to talk to you makes me wonder..." He grinned as Takumi's face got even redder, and caught Takumi's neck in a sleeper hold. "Are you sure you don't have a crush on them or something?"

Takumi's jaw dropped down in surprise for a moment before he pushed Itsuki away from him with an uneasy laugh. "You're crazy, Itsuki."

He then tugged the brim of his cap even lower on his head to hide his furiously red cheeks.

* * * * * *

The lake on Akina was quiet at this time of night. All the visitors had gone home more than an hour ago, so the parking lot was empty save for the yellow sports car that had pulled in several minutes ago.

Inside the yellow car, it was just as quiet, both the driver and the passenger sitting in silence. The only sounds were the thrum of the idling engine and the radio, turned so low that it could barely be heard.

After staring outside for about five minutes, Keisuke gave a silent curse and turned off the engine to his FD, opening the door and getting out moments after. He dug around in his pockets until he found his cigarettes and lighter. Raising an eyebrow, he held the pack out to Takumi in silent offering. The young driver simply shook his head and stuck his hands into the front pocket of his hooded sweatshirt.

Keisuke shook out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag that he exhaled in a large plume of white smoke. He walked to the front of his car and sat on the edge of the hood, motioning with his arm for Takumi to join him.

"So. Have you given any thought to what I said yesterday morning?"

The younger driver shook his head, "I have, but I'd still like more time to think about it."

Keisuke snorted, "What's there to think about? You either join, or you don't."

Takumi shrugged, "I know. I'm just not sure if I'm ready to join a team yet."

Keisuke looked over with a quirked eyebrow, "Not sure?"

Takumi tilted his head back to look at the stars in the clear night sky in thought, and Keisuke took the opportunity to admire the graceful line of the young driver's neck. His eyes became riveted at the sight of Takumi's neck muscles moving under his skin as the young driver answered.

"It hasn't been that long since I've come to realize that I really don't know *anything* about cars, or racing, even. Since I started driving five years ago, it's taken me until now to realize how much fun it could be."

Takumi turned his head towards Keisuke, his face as seemingly blank as usual, but his eyes burning with an inner fire. "When my dad first made me start driving in order to make deliveries for the shop, I used to hate it. I had to get up at four in the morning and drive the same route every day. I started learning how to drift not because I thought it would be fun, but because if I did, I could finish the deliveries that much quicker."

Keisuke was fascinated by this glimpse of Takumi. Who'd have known that the normally quiet driver had so much to say? He certainly hadn't, though he was willing to bet that his older brother had. Then again, everyone knew that Ryousuke was a hell of a lot more observant than he was.

"What changed your mind? When did you start realizing that driving could be enjoyable?" Keisuke really wanted to know because he couldn't understand how anyone could not feel some thrill at being behind the wheel of a car. Even before his brother had started teaching him how to drive, Keisuke had been mad about cars. It was his first, and only, real passion.

Takumi looked at him with serious eyes, and the fire within them grew even stronger. Keisuke wondered how he could have missed seeing the intense focus of the young driver's eyes all those other times he'd seen him.

"It was when I raced with you. That race forced me to use all of the skill I'd learned in my five years of driving for the first time. Then, seeing how everyone was so excited the next day helped me to realize that the thrill of racing with you had been fun." Takumi cocked his head to the side, "Even though I've won almost all of my races, the ones that I won at Akina were mostly due to luck, I think. I just happen to know this course, and its tricks, better than anyone except for my dad."

Keisuke eyed Takumi for several silent moments, trying to absorb everything that the young driver had revealed, contradicting thoughts fighting their way through his mind. Under his watchful gaze, Takumi lowered his eyes again, and a faint tinge of red appeared on his cheeks.

Just like earlier that day, Keisuke had to restrain himself from pouncing on Takumi, he looked so edible with that flush. When the young driver's cheeks had first started glowing in that delectable fashion, Keisuke's first impulse had been to grab Takumi and nuzzle into that becoming blush. Soon after, he'd felt an almost over-whelming urge to beat the ever-living snot out of that so-called leader of the SpeedStars for smiling at the boy.

Luckily, he'd been able to control himself both times, though it had been harder than he had liked. He had liked the sudden rabid possessiveness he felt towards the young driver even less. Keisuke didn't even want to think about the talk that would have arisen if he'd gone ahead and given in to either of his impulses.

When the silence continued, the young driver looked up at him through his lashes and asked, shyly, "Can I ask you a question?"

Keisuke hastily brought his errant thoughts to an end and nodded. Takumi raised his head fully, to peer at him with confusion written plainly over his young face. "Why did you come to see me tonight?"

"Aw, shit."

Takumi blinked, "What?"

It wasn't bad enough that Keisuke *still* wanted to rub his face against Takumi's cheeks like a cat to bask in the heat, but now he had to explain himself to him? Keisuke started muttering under his breath as he got up to pace in agitation.

"Uh... Kei-Takahashi-san?"

Keisuke whirled on a now wide-eyed Takumi and fixed him with a glare, growling, "Call me Keisuke."

"E-excuse me?"

"I said, call me 'Keisuke'. 'Takahashi-san' is my dad or my aniki when he's at work, but not me. So just call me 'Keisuke', alright? Or 'Keisuke-sempai' if that'll make you feel better."

"A-alright." Takumi swallowed, "K-keisuke-sempai?"

Keisuke found his eyes focusing on the young driver's mouth and completely missed what Takumi had been about to ask. The only thought in his head at the moment, was about how he really wanted to know what the young Akina downhill specialist's lips tasted like, and just how warm his cheeks were. For several more moments, Keisuke stood in indecision.

Then, throwing caution, and thought, to the winds, he advanced on the young driver. Keisuke always had prided himself on being one of action, not talk. Since what he wanted was nothing more than to kiss the '86 driver until his eyes crossed, he decided to just go ahead and do it. He'd deal with the consequences later.

With a plan finally firmly in mind, Keisuke reached out a hand and cupped Takumi's chin, tilting it up until he could see the whites of the young driver's wide eyes. He leaned down until his lips were a hair's breadth away from Takumi's and said, quite clearly, "I don't like you."

Keisuke saw the hurt flash through Takumi's eyes the instant before he lowered his lips on the young driver's, stifling whatever the boy had been about to say. He could feel the stiffness of the lips beneath his and he smiled. If there was one thing that Keisuke knew he could do, besides drive, that is, it was that he could kiss. Really well. No one had ever complained about one of his kisses. So, he applied himself to the kiss as he applied himself to all challenges in his life - with every fiber of his being.

Slowly, the lips beneath his softened, and when Takumi let out his breath in a small sigh, Keisuke took full advantage of the slight victory. His tongue snaked out to flit across the young driver's lower lip. Keisuke growled in satisfaction when Takumi opened his mouth further and slipped his tongue into the hot cavern of the young driver's mouth.

Takumi's breath hitched and he let out a whimper as his arms came to snake around Keisuke's neck, his tongue tentatively returning Keisuke's caresses. Keisuke's mind caroled in elation and victory right before all thought was erased in the pleasurable sensations of lips against lips, and tongue against tongue.

Slowly, reluctantly, Keisuke broke off the kiss and opened his eyes. Takumi was breathing deeply and unevenly as his eyes fluttered open, dark and vague with desire. He smiled as those eyes slowly focused on him. The young driver swallowed and Keisuke again focused on Takumi's lips as he licked them before asking, "I... I thought you said...?"

Keisuke finished for him, "I don't. Like you, that is."

"Oh..." Takumi blinked, and again, there was a flash of hurt through the young driver's dark eyes.

Keisuke leaned down and hid his smile as he nuzzled Takumi's ear. "I don't like anyone that's beaten me in a race. That's just the way I am." He leaned back to grin down at the confused young driver, "That doesn't mean that I hate you or anything."

Takumi blinked again, and Keisuke could almost see the thoughts swirling behind the young driver's clouded eyes. His grin grew wider as he literally saw the light-bulb go off in Takumi's eyes as they brightened and he smiled shyly up at him. "Oh..."

Keisuke was about to lean down for another satisfying kiss when he thought of something that made him smile. He may not have declared his undying love, but he had bent the young driver over the hood of his FD. His brother had been right, again. It was a good plan.

And smiling while kissing was definitely a plus.

OMAKE Or what cys could have done...

Keisuke looked surprised. "Sudo Kyoichi of the Emperors?" Ryousuke nodded. "Why?"

"You don't suppose he's got the hots for Kyoichi, do you?"

Ryousuke sat up in indignation. "He'd better not! He's mine!"

Keisuke's mouth fell open in shock, "Aniki! Ew! I thought you had better taste than that!"

* * * *

Ryousuke continued to give him the same piercing gaze. "There isn't someone you like, is there?"

Keisuke's jaw dropped, "How'd you know, Aniki?! I thought I'd hidden it so well!"

"It's not the Fujiwara boy, is it?" Ryousuke asked.

"Tofu-boy? No way." Keisuke's eyes got sparkly and a simpering look stole across his expression, "No, it's his friend, Itsuki..."

Ryousuke passed out in a dead faint.

* * * *

Keisuke nodded, "Uh, yeah, aniki, of course I would." He regarded his now silent older brother for a moment before asking, "What brought that on?"

Ryousuke blinked at his younger brother, "Crack. What else?"

* * * *

Ryousuke smirked, "Sore wa himitsu, desu."

* * * *

Keisuke eyed his still snickering older brother with suspicion, "Alright, I have to know. Just what have you been smoking?"

"I told you. Crack."

"And you're not sharing?!"

* * * *

"Can you imagine what Kenta would say if he knew you had the hots for Takumi?"

Somewhere else in Akagi, a certain dark-skinned young man sneezed whilst setting up yet another picture on his shrine to his idol, Takahashi Keisuke. Moments later, he returned to his other past-time, that of sticking pins into the voodoo doll in the likeness of Akina's downhill expert. By this time, the voodoo doll was so full of pins there was barely room for one more, but through ingenuity and a lot of cursing, he managed to fit yet another one in, cackling all the while. "Keisuke-sempai's MINE! MUA AH AH AH AH AH AH!"

Takumi rolled over in his sleep, scratching at the sudden prickling sensation. Damn, the mosquitoes were really biting this year...

* * * *

Iketani caught Takumi's eyes and nodded toward the younger Takahashi brother. The young '86 driver nodded back and hurried over to Keisuke and bowed.

"How can I help you?"

Keisuke grinned and bent the startled young driver over the hood of his FD, winking, "Oh, I'll think of something..."

* * * *

When the silence continued, the young driver looked up at him through his lashes and asked, shyly, "Can I ask you a question?"

Keisuke nodded and Takumi immediately started firing off questions, left and right, "Are those contacts you're wearing? If not, then how come your eyes are green? Aren't you Japanese? And your hair! What did you use to get it that color? And how do you get it to stick up like that?"

Keisuke frowned and slapped a hand over the young driver's mouth. "I knew there was a reason I didn't like you."

* * * *

To Keisuke's utter and complete surprise, his older brother popped up to say, "You do realize that denial isn't just a river in Egypt, right?"

* * * *

"Oi," Takeshi said, frowning.

"What?"

"How come you have Takahashi and Fujiwara in this fic, and not me?"

"Cause I wanted to?"

"But I'm your soulbond!"

"So?"

"So aren't you supposed to write about me?"

"Eh heh... Is that how it's supposed to go?"

"Yes!"

"Whoops! My bad..."

THE END
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Endnotes: Actually, it happens that I've not got practically the entire Gunma Prefecture in m'head. Keisuke, I got sort of by accident, and Shingo just went ahead and moved in and won't leave no matter how many times I kick him out. ~.~

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