Ryosuke Takahashi - I Won't Fall Apart

Ryosuke Takahashi - I Won't Fall Apart

• Ryosuke Takahashi x Reader | Angst to Happy Ending | • Word Count: 5,574. • Synopsis: In which a sad incident breaks Ryosuke, causing his brother to worry greatly for his aniki's life, leading him to call a trusted friend to help heal the beautiful, broken man, returning him to his former glory and fall in love with the one who saved him.

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Ryosuke was broken and Keisuke didn't know what to do. It was always the other way around. When Keisuke was broken at a young age, lying on the floor, his eyes and cheeks filled with tears, Ryosuke would be there for him. His aniki would be the one to hold him, wipe his tears away, and tell him everything would be okay, that things would get better with time.

Now that Ryosuke was in his place, he didn't know how to handle the situation. Keisuke always wanted someone to be there for him in his darkest moments, but his aniki did the opposite and locked himself away in his room. He isolated himself from the world, making himself believe it would fix everything.

Keisuke was scared.

He was scared his brother would commit the same act his love did not even a month ago. Her death broke the normally calm and composed man. The situation was eating Keisuke alive, and he couldn't find a way to get rid of it. He tried talking to his brother, but he would never reply with words, rather he would shake his head and walk back to his room.

Every time Keisuke tried to lighten the mood and get his aniki to go out somewhere with him for the day, he did the same thing; shake his head and walk back to his room.

Keisuke had just gotten his beloved FD on his birthday last year and wanted to be a good a racer as his brother was. He practiced their home course of Akagi every night for hours, wanting to impress Ryosuke and make him proud.

Ryosuke was proud of his little brother committing so much time and effort into his driving skills, but the praise stopped after her death. He had lost most of his interests in everything, including racing.

Keisuke knew it wasn't his own or his brother's fault for not having the praise, rather, he was upset that his aniki's depression had caused him to lose interest and meaning in the one thing he loved to do the most.

No simulations, no practice nights, not even a word about cars in general. It was almost like Ryosuke had gone mute during the day, but the blonde could hear the quiet sobs of his brother through their bedroom doors at night.

Ryosuke's pain was hurting Keisuke more than he thought. Would anyone be able to pull his brother out of his depression? Could anyone help him, if only a little? Could they prevent him from dying like her?

Keisuke didn't know who to get in contact with. Their parents, especially their mother, were concerned for Ryosuke's well-being but they were constantly on business trips. He knew they couldn't help it, they had to be at those countless meetings to uphold the continuous progress of the hospital.

The blonde stared at the ceiling as he lied on his bed, thinking of any possible solution to help Ryosuke. Who could he trust to see his brother in his current state? Who could he trust to help bring his brother back to his former self? His mind went through the many people he's met and known in his life, searching for the right one. Then, it hit him.

His best friend: the one who found him in an alley after he had gotten himself into a nasty fight with someone from another gang back during his rebel days in Tokyo. The one who led him back to her apartment and patched him up. The one who listened to him talk about his problems, his worries, his fears, everything. Keisuke trusted her as much as he trusted Ryosuke.

(Y/N).

The blonde immediately got out of bed and headed towards the front door, then to his car. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts until her name popped up. Pressing the call button, he waited through the rings until her familiar voice was heard.

"Keisuke?"

"Hey, (N/N)."

(Y/N) smiled, hearing the nickname Keisuke gave her.

"It's been a while, how are you?"

"I'm alright. Are you busy?" Keisuke leaned against the FD. (Y/N) noticed a small sense of urgency in his tone.

"No, I've been at home for a while, is everything okay?"

"It's... aniki. He's- he's a wreck." Keisuke looked down at the ground.

"What happened? Is he okay- physically?" her tone was laced with worry.

"For the most part, yes. But he's barely eating, he rarely leaves his room, and hasn't gone outside or anywhere, since... a bad incident happened," the blonde paused for a moment, "I was hoping you'd be able to come here and help him, if even a little bit. It would be easier to tell you everything if you were here. You did wonders with me; aniki needs the same..."

"It'll take me few hours, but I'll be there." She reassured him; determination set in her voice.

"I can come pick you up and drive you here, unless you're taking the train?"

"It would be quicker by train, only going one way, but I'd love the pickup from the station if you don't mind."

"Yeah, I can do that. Call me shortly before you get there, alright?"

"Will do, see you soon, Kei!" They ended the call and Keisuke let out a sigh of relief. He suddenly felt better, like he had a feeling that bringing (Y/N) here would work.

She was able to talk sense into him about leaving his gang life behind him, that nothing he wants to do in life will come to him by staying in that group. When Ryosuke found him to take him home, Keisuke did so easily. He found his passion for cars and racing, he found something that gave him meaning, thanks to (Y/N) quite literally smacking him upside the head and knocking sense into his thick skull.

If she could work her magic on a stubborn mule like Keisuke, she could help fix Ryosuke. She could take all of his broken pieces and put them back together again.

Keisuke went back inside and headed upstairs towards his room. He stopped in front of Ryosuke's, pressing his against the door, listening for any sound. He could hear the barely audible rhythmic sound of his breathing and guessed he was sleeping.

The blonde sighed lightly and walked to his room. She's going to save you, aniki.

Keisuke kept himself busy with the things in his room. Magazines, small car parts, manga, anything he could get his hands on to keep himself occupied until (Y/N) contacted him.

He jumped a bit when his phone beeped from a notification about an hour and a half later. Picking it up he saw a text from (Y/N).

"I'm about ten minutes away from Takasaki Station."

Keisuke texted back saying he was on his way. Grabbing his wallet and keys, he left his room, going down the stairs and out of the front door as quietly as possible, to not disturb Ryosuke's sleep.

Starting up his beloved FD, he pulled out of the driveway and onto the road heading towards the station. (Y/N) waited only a couple minutes before someone walked up to her, poking her with a can.

She looked up and met eyes with her blonde friend. "Keisuke!" She jumped up and hugged him.

He chuckled, hugging her back just as tight, "I missed you, shorty," he teased.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not that short, you lanky tree." She rolled her eyes, playfully punching his shoulder.

"Lanky? I'm beautiful." He smirked proudly. They shared a laugh and (Y/N) gratefully took the small can of coffee from him. He led her back to the car, to which she complimented it.

During the drive, Keisuke got her up to speed about the situation Ryosuke was dealing with. She truly felt bad for him. He is going through so much and he's holding it all in. He's only human no matter how invincible and amazing everyone makes him out to be.

Ryosuke can only take so much.

(Y/N) has never met his brother, but she's grateful that he came to take Keisuke away from his previous life of gangs, fights, and other dangerous things that follow. She's grateful he got Keisuke into something else that he loves so strongly as well.

They arrived at the mansion and (Y/N) was amazed by the place. "It's beautiful here," she said lightly, taking in the beautiful surroundings of their home.

He showed her inside and to a spare room where she could put her belongings. She met Keisuke downstairs in the family room, sitting next to him on the couch.

"It would probably be best to wait for him to come out of his room on his own first before trying to talk to him. If we just waltzed in there it would be too intrusive and sudden for him." Keisuke explained and (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

In the meantime, they talked for a few hours, sometimes about themselves and catching up, and sometimes about Ryosuke. Dinner time came around not long after. (Y/N) helped Keisuke make the food and she set up the table while the blonde went to fetch his brother.

Ryosuke made multiple attempts at refusing to eat but Keisuke wasn't taking no for an answer. He didn't like to be forceful with his aniki for any reason, but he wasn't going to sit there and watch him waste away from starvation.

Eventually, both brothers had come down the stairs, Keisuke walking behind Ryosuke to ensure he didn't sneak back up to his room.

(Y/N) greeted them lightly with the table being set up nicely. "Aniki, this is (Y/N). She's the one that convinced me to leave the Tokyo scene behind and come back home with you. She does wonders with listening and talking with you about anything. I believe she can through to anyone; she got through my thick skull after all."

"It's nice to meet you, Ryosuke. Keisuke always talks about you." She gave him a warm smile.

Ryosuke nodded lightly and gave a soft, "You as well." They ate dinner quietly, Ryosuke only eating a small bit before quietly speaking to Keisuke and preparing to get up, "Thank you for dinner, Keisuke."

"I didn't make dinner, aniki."

Ryosuke stopped his movements, processing his brother's words. He didn't feel hungry, yet he was probably starving. It was also rude to eat so little then leave when someone else made their food. He didn't want to hurt the lady's feelings, either.

The older Takahashi stayed put, giving his thanks to (Y/N) and continued eating. She took his appreciation happily and it made him feel the tiniest bit better. Her cooking was exquisite, he hadn't felt hungry enough to eat everything for weeks until he tasted what she made.

Keisuke glanced at (Y/N) and gave a subtle nod and smile. His little plan worked. He knew Ryosuke wouldn't decline the food if he was told their guest cooked it.

To the blonde's surprise, Ryosuke stayed after dinner to help with the dishes and accepted (Y/N)'s offer for tea. She hasn't even been here for a day and she's made progress with Ryosuke that Keisuke couldn't even do in a month.

They sat on the couch, with (Y/N) next to Ryosuke. "So, Ryosuke, Keisuke's mentioned you're a huge book lover. Do you have any favourites?"

After he took a sip of tea, he thought for a moment and gave light voiced replies of a few well-known titles. (Y/N) knew two of them and asked what the other was about.

The older Takahashi brother told her about the plot of the story, the characters, their interests, and anything else that came to his mind. She listened to every word intently, a sweet smile gracing her features as she occasionally sipped on her tea.

Keisuke watched with a smile. His aniki looked better already. Not any major differences, but the food and some talking seemed to help take his mind off of his pain.

He snuck away from the two a few minutes later, leaving them alone. Ryosuke enjoyed their conversation, seeing as they ended up having quite a few things in common. He retired to his room when it got late and (Y/N) knocked on Keisuke's bedroom door, giving him a briefing of how Ryosuke did with their talk and that she was heading to bed.

The next morning, she woke up before the brothers and made them breakfast. Keisuke happily dug in before heading out to spend the day with one of his friends. She made a plate for Ryosuke, putting the still warm food on the dish and taking it upstairs.

She knocked lightly on his door, "Ryosuke? I made breakfast, would you like some?" she waited a minute before the door opened, revealing a pale Ryosuke with messy hair. He took the plate of food, thanking her.

He was about to close the door out of habit but stopped, asking, "Would you like to come in?"

She smiled sweetly, giving a small thanks and walked in. She noticed how clean his room was and the faint smell of vanilla. He motioned to his bed, telling her she could sit, and she did.

He sat at his desk and ate his breakfast. She was glad he was making progress already. Keisuke mentioned how he wouldn't touch his food or leave his room for it since the incident.

She could tell he was skinnier than he was supposed to be. His cheekbones were more noticeable, and his cheeks had sunken in some, due to his weight loss. His clothes looked a bit baggy on him when they were the type meant to fit properly. His skin was pale, he hadn't seen daylight in weeks. The bags under his eyes were a dark purple and his blue eyes were dull.

They were truly a beautiful shade of blue and (Y/N) knew they could shine brightly again one day.

Ryosuke had finished all of his breakfast and noticed she was staring directly at him. Did he look repulsive in his state? Was it really this noticeable?

(Y/N) had come out of her trance when he made a small sound. She met his sad gaze with a smile, "You have beautiful eyes, Ryosuke. They're a brilliant shade of blue."

Her soft words surprised him. This was the opposite of what he was expecting her to say. It felt nice though, having someone notice something beautiful about you even when you look and feel dead. It made his heart feel lighter. It had been so heavy for a while that he felt it was slowly dragging him down to pure misery.

What else did she see in him that she found beautiful?

She clearly cared about his health and well-being. If she didn't, Keisuke wouldn't have been able to bring her here. She wanted to help him. Not just for his own or Keisuke's sake, but for herself as well.

She was an angel, a saving grace amongst broken humans. Ryosuke could feel nothing but pureness radiate off of her being. She would take his shattered heart and put the pieces back together, making it stronger as she does so.

(Y/N) is his salvation; she won't let him fall apart.

Ryosuke's shoulders started to shake lightly and his dull eyes formed tears that ran down his delicate cheeks. He put a hand over his mouth in attempt to stay quiet. (Y/N)'s features were quickly laced with worry as she got off the bed and scurried to him.

Ryosuke couldn't help but feel a strong pull of his heart that made him reach out for her. His hand grabbed the side of her shoulder as he tried to stand up to get closer, only to have his legs give out on him, bringing them both to the floor.

(Y/N) held him protectively with an arm wrapped around his back and the other gently cupping the side of his face as she wiped his tears away. He was shaking violently now; she knew he was trying to hold it all in like he had done so many times before.

"Let it out Ryosuke, it's okay," he shook his head quickly. He was too scared to do it. If he did, he'd have nothing left of her.

"You have to let it out, it'll help you, I promise." (Y/N) said and lifted his head to look at her. "You're not going to lose your memories, you don't have to forget about anything and you're not going to be hated for accepting reality," she reassured him, "but if you want the pain to go away... you have to let it go, Ryosuke."

At her words, Ryosuke finally caved in, the walls he built, broke, and the tears in his beautiful eyes ran down his cheeks like a stream. His sobs wracked his whole body, his arms held her tightly as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

(Y/N) held him with one arm wrapped around him and soothingly combed her fingers through his soft hair. She rested her cheek on top of his head in a comforting manner as she whispered equally comforting words.

How long they stayed together on the floor, they didn't know. But it didn't matter; what really mattered was that Ryosuke had calmed down, his body was no longer shaking, and he did feel better, like she had said.

His heart was the first thing to feel lighter, now his body and soul did too. The aching feeling of missing her was still there, but it had lessened. He didn't hate it either.

(Y/N) was right, letting it go, letting her go, was the right thing to do, no matter how much it hurt before. He'd never forget her. She was his first love and always will be, but he knew she would want him to move on, not dwell on his pain and waste away.

He slowly pulled away from (Y/N) and met her soft gaze. "Thank you," he whispered.

She nodded with a warm smile and her eyes glistened with a small shine. "I'm always here when you want to talk or simply want someone next to you. No matter what it is, I'm here for you, Ryosuke."

He nodded at her words before she asked if he wanted water, considering how much the poor man cried. Ryosuke followed her downstairs and gratefully accepting the cold drink.

They soon found themselves on the couch in the same spots as yesterday and started a new conversation. (Y/N) asked what had gotten him into loving cars and racing, to which she noticed a small glimmer in those beautiful blue eyes.

Ryosuke told her the entire story, from the very beginning up to the present. The way he spoke about the topic was filled with passion. His tone was light-hearted and happy to speak of such a beloved interest.

Hours had past and their conversation about racing was still going strong. They had been so into it, that time flew by quickly and Keisuke had just gotten home from spending the day with his friend.

(Y/N) noticed him walk through the door quietly, not knowing where they were or what they were doing. She decided to take this chance to ask Ryosuke about Keisuke's racing and what he's learned from the older Takahashi.

Keisuke stopped in tracks and stayed silent as he listened. His aniki was speaking highly of him. He was telling her how proud he was and still is at his little brother's determination to improve his skills and pursue his dream of pro racing, and that one day he would eventually surpass him as a racer.

The blonde couldn't help but smile. Not only at his brother's words, but the change in his voice as well. It was... happier. (Y/N) did something with his aniki while he was away, and it showed.

He made himself known and for the first time in a month, Ryosuke greeted him with a smile. It was a small one, but a smile, nonetheless.

The three of them soon had dinner and Ryosuke had eaten everything he was given. The nightly routines followed as they headed to bed. Keisuke pulled (Y/N) aside and into the spare room she was using, shutting the door.

"I don't know what you did while I was gone, but thank you," he pulled her into a tight hug, "thank you so fucking much."

She returned the hug and said, "He did it on his own, I only gave him a little push." He eventually let her go, wishing her a good night and went back to his room.

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Ryosuke's progress had been changing for the better steadily. He opened his windows in the morning, letting in sunlight. He attended every meal, eating everything on the plate, and sometimes went back for a little more. He was more engaged in his studies for medical school, and small conversations about races came up when Keisuke mentioned it.

The Takahashi's, both the brothers and their parents, gladly let her stay as long as she liked. Their mother was the happiest knowing (Y/N) was playing a major role in her son's recovery.

Ryosuke had taken a liking to (Y/N) very quickly. He, more than anyone, was grateful for what she's done for him. Anytime he had an episode where memories would flood his mind and tears fell from his eyes, she was there. When he felt the need to talk about what was bothering him, she was there. She never interrupted and she never asked questions until he was finished.

This was the process both of them worked through for months together. (Y/N) told herself -and Keisuke- she wasn't leaving until Ryosuke's depression was gone completely. She wasn't leaving him almost whole. She was staying until his heart, mind, body, and soul were healed as a whole.

As time passed, and she spent more time with the older Takahashi brother, she started to fall in love with him. She's learned so much about him, seen him at his worst, and still thought he was beautiful. She's seen him overcome his nightmares, his sadness, and depression with such strength.

Ryosuke, much to his surprise, had also fallen for the girl that fixed his broken heart. With each piece she put back together, she made it hers. He wouldn't be his normal self again without her. He wouldn't have gotten his interests in racing, reading, and becoming a surgeon back again without her.

(Y/N) was his angel, his saving grace.

He wasn't sure if it was a sign, she had sent to help mend his wounds, or if fate had planned this out from the beginning. Either way, he was happy.

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"(Y/N)?" Ryosuke lightly knocked on the open door of her room, gaining her attention.

"What's up, Ryo?" she tilted her head slightly. Cute.

"I was wondering, would you like to go somewhere with me this evening?" his eyes held a shine of hope.

"Yeah, I'd love to! Where did you want to go?"

"I was hoping I could take you out to dinner."

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up as she nodded. She asked which restaurant it was but was told the location was a surprise and Ryosuke lied a dress on the bed that was covered by a protective casing. "You don't have to wear it if makes you uncomfortable. I saw it and thought you'd look beautiful in it." He spoke sincerely, giving her a charming smile before leaving the room.

(Y/N) turned around towards the bed and gently took off the cover of the dress. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. It was one of her favourite dresses she had seen in a magazine and circled it with a pen. It was the perfect shade of (F/C), too. Did Ryosuke look through the magazine and buy it specifically, or was it pure coincidence?

She took the dress to the bathroom that was attached to her room and changed into it. It fit her shape perfectly, gently hugging all of her curves and flowing smoothly. She styled her hair and applied light makeup that accented her features and the dress. Digging through her clothes bag, she found a pair of nice shoes with small heels.

Ryosuke was already downstairs when she appeared around the corner. (Y/N) was gorgeous, from head to toe. He was glad he chose that dress over the others she circled in her magazine. This one fit her angelic aura brilliantly.

(Y/N) thought the same about Ryosuke. He wore all black except for his dark blue button up shirt. His suit jacket was unbuttoned, allowing more of the blue to contrast with the black. His silky black hair was in its usual style, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Ryosuke's iconic style in both appearance and clothing, paired with his intellect, was what made Ryosuke, Ryosuke.

"You look gorgeous, (Y/N). I hope the dress is to your liking?"

"Thank you, and the dress is perfect! How did you know I love this one?"

"Oh, I have my ways," he smirked knowingly before asking, "are you ready to go?"

She nodded eagerly and they headed towards the door. Ryosuke, being the gentleman he is, opened both the house door and the passenger door of the FC for her. She thanked him graciously each time and he returned it with his handsome smiles.

His car was just as elegant as he was. It drove as smoothly as he talked, it was built as sturdy as he was, and each aftermarket part improved the car just as his intelligence improved with anything he learned about. Him and his FC were extensions of each other, inside and out.

Soon, they pulled into the car park of an extravagant building that appeared to be the restaurant. Once the car was parked and shut off, Ryosuke opened the passenger door for (Y/N) and offered his hand to help her out. It was a simple and kind gesture naturally, but she couldn't help but feel all giddy and warm inside when he did it.

Ryosuke had gotten a reservation for one of the few seats in the corner. They ordered their food and Ryosuke ordered a bottle of wine with a fancy name (Y/N)'s never heard of. They made easy conversation during dinner and afterwards were pleasantly drinking the wine.

"Thank you for all of this, Ryosuke. It's amazing." (Y/N) said sincerely as she looked into his gorgeous blue eyes. She noticed they were no longer dull and were shining brightly even in the dim light of the room.

"Actually, I should be the one thanking you. This night is completely dedicated to you." He took her hand in his, resting them on the table. "If it weren't for you, I would still be the broken, depressed man I was before you arrived. You took so much time out of your life to help me, to get me out of the grave I nearly dug for myself and break the walls I built that were meant to prevent anything from coming back into my life. You brought my interests back and gave me a meaning to live again. Thank you." Ryosuke gently lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it.

"Ryo..." (Y/N)'s eyes glistened with tears.

"I also wanted to ask... may I get the pleasure of calling you mine?" he wore a soft smile and had a glimmer in his eyes.

(Y/N) lit up and she squeezed his hand, "Yes! I'd love that, Ryosuke!"

The new couple tapped their wine glasses for a small toast to themselves and drank until the bottle was empty. They left the restaurant shortly after and (Y/N) gave him a kiss on the cheek as he opened the car door for her.

They drove back to the mansion in a pleasant silence, enjoying each other's presence. When they arrived, they noticed Keisuke's car was gone. Seems like he went out to practice. Ryosuke noted and parked the FC.

Once inside, (Y/N) prepared tea and made her way to the couch. She sat next to Ryosuke, handing him a small cup. He wrapped an arm around her and leaned into her side with a hum. She rested her head on the side of his arm and held his hand that rested on her thigh.

After a few cups of tea, (Y/N) went to do her nightly routine and change into comfy night clothes. She was neatly hanging the dress up in the closet when Ryosuke came around and knocked lightly on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened and (Y/N) looked up at him with a smile.

Ryosuke had asked if she wanted to spend the night with him in his room, surprisingly very shyly, which was quite out of character for him. His cheeks had a light blush on them as he reassured her quickly that nothing 'weird' would happen, he just wanted to cuddle her. (Y/N) giggled at how cute he was and gladly accepted. He caught by surprise when she jumped into his arms like a child and grinned like one too. He chuckled lightly as he carried her to his room. They were quickly settled into his soft bed and Ryosuke held her with his arms around her sides and their legs tangled together as he spooned her smaller frame, quickly falling asleep.

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It's been three years and Ryosuke had already founded Project D and their twin aces, Keisuke and Takumi, had beaten every team they've come across on their expedition. (Y/N) was proud that Ryosuke had come so far and was finally fulfilling his dream. She tagged along to every race and helped Ryosuke and the others as much as she could.

She was a great morale booster to everyone even if it was just a simple talk, bringing them food and drinks, or giving them a little motivational speech. Ryosuke was happy she wanted to be a part of something so meaningful to him. She kept him levelheaded and in the best health she could to make sure he was sleeping and eating enough. It was a lot of work maintaining this project and keeping up with his medical studies at the same time. When they had come to the finale of their grand expedition and won their final races, everyone went out to celebrate.

But there was one more thing Ryosuke had to do before he considered his dream fulfilled.

Keisuke began to worry again just as he did three years ago before he contacted (Y/N). She tried to keep him calm, saying whatever his brother had planned, he was doing it for a reason. Ryosuke was smart and wouldn't let other things get the best of him. Keisuke would only sigh, wanting to believe her.

When Ryosuke returned with his beloved FC scratched up, Keisuke nearly went ballistic; berating his aniki for being so reckless and that he could've gotten himself killed. He merely waved the blonde off with a light chuckle, saying he would explain later. He came back to retrieve (Y/N), telling her he wanted her to meet someone important to him.

It was a long drive, but they arrived back in Hakone. They ended up in a small graveyard that was beautifully maintained. Ryosuke led her to one specific grave and she read the name, Kaori.

She stood silently as Ryosuke spoke to his lost love. He told her that his dream had been fulfilled, that he had once again found a meaning to life, and that it changed for the better because of (Y/N). He told her of everything she did for him to help heal his broken heart and shattered soul.

Small tears trailed down their cheeks at his words. When he was finished, he stood up and turned towards (Y/N). "Thank you for coming with me, it means more than you know." He said and gently took her hand in his.

"Of course, Ryo. She is beautiful, isn't she?" (Y/N) looked down at the framed picture that sat at the base of the headstone.

Ryosuke nodded lightly, "Yeah, she is." As the couple made their way back to the FC, a light breeze, followed by a flowery scent blew past (Y/N). Ryosuke didn't seem to notice it, nor feel the slight pull that made her turn her head around.

Only for a moment, she saw her. She heard a faint, "Thank you," before she faded away. (Y/N) turned back around and smiled, nodding lightly.

"Did you want to spend the day here? There's a few places I know of you might like." Ryosuke squeezed her hand gently and looked down at her, pulling (Y/N) out of her slight daze.

"Sounds great, let's go!" She eagerly pulled him along, getting to the car faster. Ryosuke chuckled at her childish side. Once in the car, she kissed him on the cheek and let him take her around the city.

Ryosuke wouldn't know what he'd do without her. Life would be dull and boring without her childish personality making an appearance. She was without a doubt one of the most important people in his life he would never give up.

She was his angel, his saving grace. A childish one, yes, but one he loved with his very heart and soul.

Kyoichi Sudo - rEvolution

• Kyoichi Sudo x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 5,702. • Synopsis: In which Kyoichi finds his Empress, a bit of jealousy caused by his rival ensues, and a hatched plan from the reader tips Kyoichi over the edge, bringing out his inner Emperor.

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Another one beaten. These teams can't keep up with or handle (Y/N)'s Lan Evo by any means. One after another, they all fall. The red of the car is dark, but the shade of it stands out like a beacon, day or night. That's going to be the colour they all remember, and it'll never leave their mind. Her and her Evo III have been unbeatable since she bought the car. She had lost race after race in her previous car. She tried her best, did what she could to improve, it never worked.

The night she saw a race with an Evo III she fell in love with it. She quickly got rid of her old car and bought the red beauty she has now. She practiced every night for years, bettering herself and upgrading the car as needed. From then to present, she hasn't lost since. Anyone who knew of her said that she went on her own revolution; overthrowing each team and every racer that came after her looking to beat her. Soon enough, one by one, they all fell before her, like enemies groveling at the foot of an empress.

She had gone through the prefecture tearing up the streets and beating teams she comes across. Then, she ended up at Irohazaka, the home course of a team consisting entirely of Lan Evos. Maybe she could get in and join them? She's been without a team for a while. When she reached the top, she noticed a blue MR2 parked in the middle of the road. Must be waiting for his opponent to show up, she noted. She checked the time, seeing it was fifteen minutes past ten. The race normally would've started by now.

Team Emperor was sitting on the sidelines, their evos all parked in a row. "Hey, Kyoichi?" Seiji asked, getting the leader's attention.

"What?"

"That's not one of our guys, is it?" Seiji pointed behind Kyoichi, causing said man to turn around.

Catching sight of the blood red Evo III he replied with, "No. We don't have a red Evo on our team." The car pulled up next to the MR2, the engine's purr sounded like low, deep rumbles of thunder in the distance. The muffler gave off a similar sound and it made the car look and sound more intimidating than it already was.

The entire team was interested in seeing who drove the car and were definitely not expecting a girl to get out of the driver's side. "Your opponent not showing up on time for 'ya?" She spoke to the MR2 driver.

"No, he isn't." He replied, looking a bit annoyed.

"Well, if you're still looking for a race, I'll give you one." She leaned against the front right fender of her car.

The guy laughed. "I don't race girls."

"Why? Scared to get your ass beat by one?" (Y/N) smirked. Most of the Emperor guys snickered and gave a quiet "Ooh." Seiji gave a small whistle, Kyoichi giving him a glare that said, "Dude, fuck off" before returning his attention to the girl.

"Not like you'd be much of a challenge anyways. Girls can't race for shit." The guy thought he made a good comeback, smirking proudly. Now, (Y/N) was getting pissed.

"Better hope you don't find yourself rolling off this mountain, Kogashiwa. That's what happened to the last one." She lowered her voice at the last sentence, Kai now looking a bit intimidated that she knew his name and her Evo seemed to rumble a bit like it was laughing. It was a bluff, sure, but it still had the desired effect on the guy. "So, race or not?" she asked, looking directly at him.

"Fine, whatever. Let's get it over with." Kai gathered his composure before getting in his car, (Y/N) doing the same. The countdown started and they took off after the ten second count. The battle consisted of a downhill and uphill run. Whoever finished first on the uphill, won.

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"How in the hell did my MR2 lose to a Lan Evo?!" Kai started fuming. "It's got a mid-engine, making it more evenly balanced! It should've beaten an Evo easily!"

"MR2s actually have more oversteer problems because they have a mid-engine. If you know how to control the car properly and use it to your advantage, then it wouldn't be a problem. The car didn't lose, you did." (Y/N) replied which only caused Kai to get more pissed off, muttering something before slamming the door shut and driving off.

Damn, she's hot. Kyoichi smirked, watching her as she went to grab a coffee from the nearby vending machine. "Say, Kyoichi. You think we should let her on the team if she's good enough?" Seiji asked.

"Kogashiwa, despite his temper, is a highly skilled driver. He knows this course as much as we do, and I highly doubt she even practiced this road for one night." Kyoichi started, his eyes averting from her to Seiji. "If she can beat a local on their home course with little to no practice and only use their skills and car's power efficiently, she's either got ridiculously high adaptive abilities, or she's insane. If she's interested and beats you in a few runs for initiation, then she's in." Kyoichi looked back to (Y/N) sitting on the hood of her car, drinking her coffee as some people eagerly talked with her about the race.

"You want me to race her? Any specific way you want to do this?" Seiji asked, looking curious.

"She raced Kogashiwa without a plan, as far as I can assume. The kid most likely stuck to his own lines that he always uses. She probably caught on quickly and used it against him. If she's interested in getting on this team, we're having her race through all the simulations until she can't win. If she does beat you in all of them, including Simulation X, then she's on the team hands down." Kyoichi spoke firmly, his eyes landing back on her. When she hopped off the hood and the group of people she spoke with left, he decided now was the time to talk to her.

Looking over to her left, she noticed one of the Evo guys walking up to her. Isn't he the leader of that team? She raised an eyebrow and fully turned towards him. "You must've put up a hell of a fight during that race." He said as soon as he stopped in front of her. "Kyoichi Sudo." He introduced himself.

"(Y/N) (L/N)." She nodded slightly, then gave an answer to his statement. "In the first half, yes, but after I caught on to his pattern and how he likes to jump the corners, I figured out how to beat him." She answered honestly, taking a sip of her coffee.

"And how'd you do that?" Kyoichi raised an eyebrow.

(Y/N) shrugged a bit saying, "I copied his pattern, used it against him, then boom, won." She took another of sip of coffee, a small smile on her lips.

How the hell can she simply copy someone's pattern and make it sound that easy? his eyes narrowed in thought. "Have you ever raced on this pass before?" Kyoichi asked, making eye contact with her once again.

"No, only drove it to get up here."

What the hell? She didn't practice this course and she nailed it on the first run? Just what kind of adaptability does this woman have? Kyoichi had to admit, this sounded quite impressive. But if he was going to be actually impressed, he's going to need to hear it from Seiji and possibly even see it for himself. "So, you got a team you race with or you go solo?"

"I haven't been on a team since I got rid of my old car for this guy," She pointed at her Evo with her thumb, "about a year and a half, I'd say."

He nodded in acknowledgement. "Would you be interested in joining us? We're made up entirely of Lan Evos. I am however going to put you through some tests if you really want to get in." Kyoichi smirked when she did. "Sounds fair. What kind of tests?"

"You'll be going against our number two driver in a few races consisting of uphill, downhill, and both at once. Should be four races or less, depending on how many you win. Think of it as ascending levels, they get harder with each one. If you lose the first race, we won't bother doing the rest."

"Good with me, when do you want to do it?"

"Next Saturday at ten. We'll give you time to practice the course how you see fit, seeing as we've had years on this pass." (Y/N) nodded at his words, giving a short "See you then," before parting ways and driving home.

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(Y/N) had practiced the course a few times a night, easily getting a feel of the road. She showed up at the top of the pass a few minutes early, the team was already there talking amongst themselves. They all focused on her when she pulled up to the start line and got out of the car.

"So, how are we doing this?" she broke the silence first, leaning against the door. Kyoichi motioned for Seiji to move his car to the start line before approaching her.

"We're going to start off with a downhill race. You beat him on this run, we move onto the next. Like I said last week, it should only take four runs at most. Once you're finished with the downhill, the second race starts from the bottom of the pass as an uphill." Kyoichi stated and (Y/N) nodded in understanding.

"How about the last two races?" she asked.

"Those will be combinations of up and downhill. Each race gets harder, I want to see how well you handle them all. If you're up to my standards and expectations, you're on the team. Good?"

"Yep." Pushing herself off the side of the car and opening the door, she got in.

Kyoichi moved to the driver side of Seiji's Evo and he rolled the window down. "Starting this off simple, right?"

"I want you to start with Simulation One. If she beats you, move up to Two on the uphill. Don't pull anything funny, no dirty tricks, stick with the plan, got it?" Kyoichi gave him a slight glare until he nodded before heading back to his car. They revved the engines, warming them up before the countdown began and they took off down the pass.

She's got some powerful acceleration, Seiji noted. Evos naturally have instant acceleration, but hers reacts in such a way that allows the car to accelerate faster, gaining speed in a smaller amount of time. He continued to tail her bumper, attempting to put even a little bit of pressure on her. All part of the simulation.

(Y/N) glanced in her rear-view mirror, seeing how close he was riding the rear end. She rolled her eyes, focusing on the road. If he wants to intimidate me, he's going to have step it up. Riding my bumper won't do shit with me. This is Kyoichi's number two driver? If intimidation is his game, he's not very good at it.

Once they pulled out onto a straight away, she pressed on the gas more, putting quite a distance between them. Damn, her acceleration is insane. Seiji furrowed his eyebrows and stepped on it, trying to catch up. Did she even spend any real time practicing this course or she is just winging it with what she knows?

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Seiji followed the procedures of the first simulation and went to pass her in the last quarter of the race, which was successful. However, as soon as he did, he felt like prey that was about to get mauled. Looking back at the red evo in his rear-view, it gave off an aura that screamed anger. Right after they turned another corner and the straightaway appeared just before the first bridge, she floored it. That's when Seiji heard it. A small series of loud bangs echoed as she passed him.

"She's got a misfiring system?!" Seiji watched the exhaust to see two more bright flashes escape the pipes, the bangs sounding along with them. "She must be running anti-lag as well with how fast her acceleration is. Damn, this chick isn't fucking around."

They passed the finish line, (Y/N) winning the first race. The guys on the radio reported everything in as they prepared for the second race.

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When Kyoichi saw (Y/N) pass the finish line on the uphill, he was honestly, a bit impressed. How was she beating Seiji so easily? Said man pulled up and rolled the window down. "Yo, Kyoichi. She's got a misfiring system." Now this was interesting. He heard no trace of one when they took off for the first race.

"Wait, does she run anti-lag?"

"...Yeah."

Kyoichi was no longer impressed with this woman, he was starting to get obsessed. Just what the hell is she? Who was she before she left her previous team? What car did she have? What kind of racing has she been capable of when she got her Evo III? What do crowds say about her and her skills? He needs to know.

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(Y/N) successfully passed all the tests she was given and joined team Emperor. Since the team consisted of all guys, she was expecting them to make comments how "She won't last long" or "Why the hell is a girl on our team," but that never happened. If anything, they all looked impressed with how well she performed and even started up conversations with her. But she never thought she'd be meeting up with the leader of the team at a small restaurant, alone.

Is this a date? Or does he just want to talk since I'm new on the team? Her thoughts wandered as she pulled into the parking lot, finding Kyoichi's Evo and parking next to it. When she got inside, he noticed her talking with a hostess before heading over to him.

"Hey, sorry I'm a bit late." She gave a quick, small smile as she sat down across from him. "It's fine, only been here a few minutes." He said as he waved his hand slightly. "So, what did you want to talk about?" (Y/N) asked slowly.

"You."

"Oh," her eyes widened as she nodded slowly, not expecting such a straightforward answer, "that's... probably the most straightforward thing I've ever heard from someone." She said a bit shyly.

Kyoichi smirked. "I like to get straight to the point."

"Yeah, you sure do." She nodded in agreement. "So, what would you like to know?"

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Kyoichi leaned against the side of his car, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he was deep in thought. To think she gained so much skill in such a short amount of time. Putting herself in different mental scenarios to come up with solutions to possible problems or obstacles. Her instincts and adaptability are so damn high because of that. Impressive. Taking another drag from his cigarette he turned his head to look down the road. Multiple loud bangs flooded the air as the sound of a high revving engine made its way closer.

The shine of headlights appeared from the corner, approaching at blistering speeds. A quick flash of red sped past him followed by another series of bangs as the red Evo climbed up Irohazaka.

She's one hell of a woman.

Kyoichi decided to get in his car and drive up as well. By the time he reached the top, (Y/N) was chilling on the hood of the car drinking a small can of coffee. Parking next to her, he got out and leaned against the front right fender of his car.

"Stalking me as I do practice runs, are we?" she smirked, taking a sip of coffee.

He scoffed, "Hardly stalking if you can see me so easily."

"True, or you could be really bad at it. Is there anything you are good at, or are you just naturally a bad boy?" her tone changed more to a teasing, seductive one for the last half of her sentence. The smirk on her face stayed the same, her eyes on his, almost challenging him.

He took the time to stare into her eyes. Now he had an excuse to do it and not get made fun of by the guys; if they were here. He could easily see the fire that shone in those (E/C) of her eyes. He loved that. She's a woman who likes challenges and doesn't back down from them until she wins or loses. She doesn't run from danger; she runs to it.

"I guess you'll have to see for yourself." Mirroring her smirk, he shrugged. Getting off of her car, she stood in front of him.

"Then show me."

Without hesitation, he took hold of her wrist and waist, turning her around and laying her on the hood of his Evo. Hooking an arm around his neck, she pulled him down, crashing her lips onto his.

Their kisses were rough, Kyoichi holding her hip with one hand and pinning her wrist onto the hood with the other. His muscular thighs were pressed against hers. She could feel the small flexes they made when he moved, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't like it.

Kyoichi pulled away from the kiss, leaning towards her neck. (Y/N) gasped when lightly bit at her neck, soon leaving a dark purple mark just below the side of her jaw. Pulling away from her completely he smirked, admiring his work.

He loved how she looked, spread out on his car like that. Just imagining what else he could do to her like that got both of them riled up in the mind. When (Y/N) was off of his car and back by hers with cheeks still flushed red and legs a little weak, Kyoichi spoke up as he got in his car.

"If you thought that was bad, call me if you want worse." He winked and smiled smugly when he saw her blush get worse before he took off down the mountain.

"Damn, that man is something else."

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Spectators lined the edges of Akina's pass behind the guardrails, having heard of the infamous Takumi Fujiwara taking part in a race against Seiji. Team Emperor traveled across the prefecture taking down all the teams in the region. Since Ryosuke Takahashi was beaten by Fujiwara, Kyoichi wanted to make sure he was beaten before his rematch with Ryosuke.

(Y/N) was the last of the team to arrive, but still had plenty of time before the race started. Parking her Evo next to Kyoichi's, she got out. "'Bout time you showed up! You're late." One of the guys piped up.

"I'm not late, we still got a half hour before the race starts. I'm not the one racing anyway." She waved them off and hopped up onto the hood, per usual. She leaned her back against the windshield and her legs were stretched out in front of her, ankles crossed.

The kid going against Seiji showed up last minute, the race starting immediately after. (Y/N) glanced at Kyoichi and the rest of the guys talking with him. Her eyes then glanced to the back door of his car. She smiled mischievously, silently getting off of her car and quietly making her way to the back-right door of Kyoichi's Evo. His back was to her, the other guys were facing mostly the same way.

Slowly, she opened the door as quietly as possible before snatching what she wanted, shutting the door just as quietly. Smiling in victory she slipped on Kyoichi's blue jacket, no longer trying to be quiet as she walked back to the front of her car. It was pretty big on her considering Kyoichi had quite a bit of muscle on him. The ends of the sleeves went past the tips of her fingers just a bit and the bottom of the jacket ended on her upper thighs.

Looks like Kyoichi got a new addition to his team. She's quite easy on the eyes, isn't she? Ryosuke looked her over, a small smirk on his face. He wondered how Kyoichi would react if he flirted with her a bit. He decided to put his small plan into action when she finally started walking over after staring at something on his side of the lot for a while.

As she got closer, he began walking in her direction to meet her in the middle. "Excuse me." (Y/N) stopped and looked up at the guy who approached her. "I'm sorry for stopping you but I must say, you are quite beautiful." He gave her a charming smile and she raised an eyebrow.

"Thanks."

"Yo, Kyoichi." One of the guys tapped him on the shoulder and pointed behind him. "Takahashi is talking up your girl." Hearing this made him instantly turn around, locking eyes on their forms. He was giving a death glare to Ryosuke, often looking at (Y/N) to see her expressions. She looked a little confused and highly uninterested. Kyoichi was a bit relieved to see that. He was also surprised she wasn't interested to some degree since nearly all women within a thousand feet of Ryosuke swooned over him like he was a god, always complimenting his looks and height.

Kyoichi wasn't exactly on the tall side of men according to himself since most women went for a guy 6' and up. He was 5'7". Of course, there were girls who didn't care how tall a guy was as long as they were taller than them. (Y/N) was definitely shorter than him. She never made any mention for caring about this kind of thing, so he could only hope she preferred him over Takahashi.

He continued watching the interaction and he was starting to think she didn't even know who she was talking to. Ryosuke was starting to look a bit confused as well, giving Kyoichi more of a notion he was right.

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm terribly sorry. I'm Ryosuke Takahashi, I lead the Akagi RedSuns." He smiled charmingly once again, giving his head a slight tilt. His hair dropped a bit in a good-looking manner, but sadly, not having the desired effect on (Y/N) that he was going after.

"Ok."

She turned on her heel and headed in the direction of where she was originally intending to go. The vending machine. She got two cans of her favourite coffee before walking back to her team. It was when she was heading back and facing Kyoichi's direction that he noticed the jacket she was wearing. Is that mine? When did she get that? he looked through the windshield of his car, seeing no jacket in the back seat. He quietly hummed, looking back at her.

He had to admit, she looks good in it. He'd love to see her in the rest of his clothes. "Weird ass guy." (Y/N)'s voice pulled him from his thoughts making him think he said it out loud before she continued speaking. "You know who that guy is? He wouldn't shut up."

"Ryosuke Takahashi." Kyoichi replied.

"That's what he told me, but he said it in a way like I was expected to know who the hell he was and be impressed by it." She sighed, opening a can of coffee, taking a drink.

"You have no idea who he is?" Kyoichi was surprised, every street racer has heard of him.

"Nope. I don't care either, he's weird." This made him and the guys laugh. Finally, a girl who doesn't like him.

This reassured Kyoichi tenfold knowing he has no competition with Takahashi. When she was close enough, he skillfully wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her to his right side. His hand keeping a tight grip on the side of her hip. After her initial shock she relaxed into his hold easily, dropping her head to rest on his shoulder. She could pick up on the faint smell of his cologne, deep and musky; it fit him perfectly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kyoichi saw Ryosuke looking in their direction. He lowered his hand to her ass, giving it a squeeze. She let out a mixture of a hum and sigh, leaning a bit more into him. Kyoichi smirked when he looked down at her.

When the race ended, and Seiji drove back up, he ended up not following the last half of the simulation Kyoichi told him to use. When everyone else had left and Emperor was the last group on the top of Akina, Seiji got bitch slapped. Kyoichi wasn't happy to say the least, giving Seiji a rough lecture about fucking up such a simple plan and needing more patience. (Y/N) thought it was a bit much, but she was sure Seiji learned his lesson and he wouldn't have to worry about getting slapped again.

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The next time the team was partaking in a race was back on Irohazaka. (Y/N) had her car in the shop getting some tricky parts installed so she had to hitch a ride with Kyoichi. She had a little plan up her sleeve. She told him she'd give his jacket back the next time they met up, which is tonight.

The tension between them has been getting thicker and she was about to cut it. They both have been wanting to get on the other and that was going to happen tonight. She's going to rile him up until he's got her on the hood of his car.

What he doesn't know: she's not wearing anything underneath his jacket.

Throughout the entire night she's been teasing him subtly, little by little. He couldn't tell if they were on purpose or not since her neutral expression didn't help him at all. They were small things, almost unnoticeable. Light brushes of her hands against his thighs, staring at his neck, arms, waist, and lower. She only looked away a few seconds after he looked directly at her, like she was coming out of a daydream. It was frustrating him.

This had to be on purpose. She unzipped his jacket just enough to show her collarbones. Nothing unusual there, except for the fact he couldn't see the bits of a shirt or tank top anywhere. Everything else she chose to wear looked too easy to take off.

Kyoichi was a bit happy he was wearing pants that were on the baggy side to hide his, well, "frustration". When this race was finished and everyone left, he was going to show her the consequences of teasing him. If she wants to go around thinking she's got all the control like she rules the situation, he's going to show her who the real emperor is.

Soon enough, that time finally came. As soon as the last car turned around the corner and out of sight, Kyoichi pinned her on the side of his car. A small gasp past her lips when her back hit the car. Her wrists were pinned on each side of her head, Kyoichi keeping a firm grip on them.

"If you think you can play these games and not get punished for it, you're going to get it rough, babe." He leaned forward, speaking lowly in her ear with a deep, husky voice.

"What if that's what I want?" she replied, mirroring his tone. Kyoichi nearly growled as he leaned down further to bite at her neck, leave rough kisses, filling it with marks. (Y/N) let her head fall back to rest on the Evo, giving him more access to her neck. With each nip at her soft skin, she let out quiet, breathy moans.

When he finally let go of her wrists, she wrapped them around his neck, her hands holding onto the sides of his shoulders. She flipped them around, Kyoichi's back hitting his car. He was slightly taken aback by her sudden strength and how quickly she took his shirt off, yet he easily molded into the rough kiss she initiated.

She's feisty and he loves every bit of it. He loves the challenge of authority she gives him. The constant fight of who's in charge, who's the most dominant, and what they'll do to stay on top. Kyoichi revels in it.

With a hand in her hair and the other keeping a firm grip on her ass, he forced his tongue past her lips, covering the entirety of his new territory and the sound of moans escaping from her throat and her tongue fighting for dominance only pushed him further.

Letting out a low, guttural groan, Kyoichi moved his hand from her hair to the other side of her ass, picking her up and moving to the front his car, laying her back flat against the hood of the black Evo, a leg on each side of him. He trailed his hands up her thighs, slowly, almost teasingly until he reached the waistband of her skirt. Hooking his fingers, he slid her skirt down her legs until they were off completely.

He decided he wasn't patient enough to drag this out when he pulled off her underwear as well adding to the small pile on the ground. When he was about to reach up to unzip his jacket she was wearing, she did it for him. His hunch from earlier proved he was correct; she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

Her appearance before him was only making the tightness in his pants much, much tighter. Completely bare from the waist down and his jacket barely covering her breasts. He was both turned on and annoyed by the fact she was like this the whole time. The places they went throughout the day, the entire drive up here, and there was nothing under that damn jacket. If he wasn't already going to fuck her roughly for her teasing, he's sure as hell about to for this.

The sheer thought of watching her getting railed by his dick and only wearing his jacket had him lowly growling, as he leaned down leaving bite marks along her collarbones. (Y/N) bucked her hips up, her arousal hitting Kyoichi's making him hiss deeply. Her hands were on his back, lightly trailing up and down was nearly driving him insane. When he pulled back, she wore a small smirk, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips, red. She looked him in the eyes and spoke, her voice a bit higher, seductive, and purring lightly.

"I want you... Emperor."

Kyoichi stopped moving for a moment, his muscles tense as he quickly processed her words. His eyes darkened and all in one swift motion he had his belt off, pants and boxers lowered, and slammed himself into her with no warning. (Y/N)'s eyes rolled back, her back arched, and she nearly screamed from the pleasurable and painful sensation. Her nails left deep marks in his back; some drew blood.

Kyoichi's thrusts were fast paced and rough that caused the Evo to rock slightly which each thrust in. "K-Kyoichi, f-fuck!" (Y/N) whimpered loudly. Having a hard time forming coherent sentences and words, she filled the air with moans, whines, and whimpers. She chanted his voice over and over until her voice went raw.

Her hair was clinging her face, and a sheen layer of sweat covered their skin. Kyoichi has never felt so in control over anything until now. The sight of her beneath him, sprawled out on top of his car, his jacket leaving the covered bits of her to the imagination raised his pride tenfold. There was no feeling more superior than this.

Her hoarse voice calling his name like it was the only thing she could remember. Such bliss. She was dominant in her own right and really knew how to get Kyoichi riled up. He wondered if she could up the dominant persona even when she's on the bottom.

He was pleasantly surprised when she pulled him down, latching her lips onto his neck, nipping, biting, and sucking on one spot leaving a dark hickey he knew would be a bitch to try and cover up. When she stopped making noise but gave the expressions of a moan as he continued his rough thrusts, he realized she lost her voice.

"Good to know I can fuck you so well that you go mute." He said through heavy pants and a smirk played on his lips. She let out a whine that was barely a whisper and smacked his shoulder, making him chuckle deeply.

She was getting close when her walls started to tighten around him, and he was too. His thrusts had gotten sloppy over the last few minutes and his breaths were heavy. He lifted one her legs up a bit, allowing him to go deeper. He groaned when she raked her nails up his back, running over small cuts that she made earlier.

(Y/N) arched her back, letting out a silent scream as she came. Kyoichi continued his thrusts for another minute until he came as well. Panting heavily, they slowly came down from their high. Kyoichi recovered the fastest, situating himself after a few minutes, his clothes put back on. After (Y/N) put on her clothes and zipped up the jacket, she got off the hood of Kyoichi's Evo and would've faceplanted onto the ground if he didn't catch her. She gave a whisper-like whine as she held onto him. She wasn't going to be able to walk for a while. Kyoichi smiled subtly at the thought.

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"You've been awfully quiet, (Y/N)." Some the guys look at her curiously after their friend spoke up. She smiled smugly and shrugged pointing at Kyoichi. They all gave a low "Ooh." When Seiji arrived, he nearly spit out his drink at the sight on Kyoichi.

"Yo, Kyoichi!" Seiji called out to him, causing him to look at the guy.

"Nice hickey!" Kyoichi glared and flipped him off.

Masterlist: Ryosuke Takahashi

Links to all stories relating to Ryosuke Takahashi from Initial D.

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Burning Desire | Smut |

Midnight Lovers | Smut / Threesome |

I Want To Feel You | Smut |

I Won't Fall Apart | Angst to Happy Ending |

Secret Love | M!Reader |

Shingo Shoji - Rage Your Dream

• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Angst to Happy Ending | • Word Count: 4,144. • Synopsis: In which a traumatic experience, and life of an innocent girl, leads to her being saved by an unexpected racer who helps rebuild her life, getting rid of her fears and anxieties, which allows him to be seen in a whole new light.

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He found her in an alley.

She was lying on the ground, surrounded by three men who took such unnatural pleasure in beating on her. What did she do? She was only walking "home" from a job interview before they pulled her into the alley, and now here she was.

She was scared- no, she was horrified. What else would they do? Would anyone find her? Would they even help her? She was on the verge of going unconscious but wouldn't let herself pass out. She didn't want to wake up in a strange place.

She heard yet another car engine echo through the streets. Another person to simply drive past, unaware of what was happening, she assumed, as more tears flowed from her eyes. It drove just past the alley and out of sight before she barely heard a quick screech of the tyres and the engine idling.

Her hearing was starting to fail, and her mind growing fuzzier. The only thing she could strongly focus on was the men's twisted laughter at her pain.

And then it stopped.

She heard what she thought was a surprised sound from at least one of them before multiple thuds sounded, then it went quiet. She didn't feel anymore kicking, but rather someone gently picking her up, clearly mindful of her injuries. She tensed up for a moment before relaxing at the soft touch.

The girl couldn't see or hear who it was. Her consciousness was fading fast. This person didn't radiate a dark, dangerous aura like her beaters did; it was the opposite.

She could only lie limply in their arms as the person carried her somewhere. She felt herself being sat down in something; the position felt familiar. She felt a vibration from her left, something closed, maybe? The same thing happened on the other side, but a little further away. Then there was a vibration she could easily make out as a car's engine turning on.

She noted the car had a nice scent and a hint of tobacco before she finally passed out.

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She woke up in the hospital not long after her saviour brought her there. She looked at her right arm, seeing an IV line connected to it. She had bandages wrapped around herself in some areas and others had bandages patched on top of the cuts and bruises.

(Y/N) heard movement in front of her and quickly looked over, seeing a man with black hair that reached just below his ears, and was wearing a red hoodie. Was he the one who saved her?

"How are you feeling?" he asked lightly. She only nodded with a barely audible hum. She looked out the window, seeing it was still dark out. She found a clock on the wall and checked the time. It was eight-thirty. It's only been two hours.

"Do you have anyone you can stay with?" his sudden question made her jump. (Y/N) shook her head immediately. He noticed how she instantly paled and seemed scared at the question. She didn't have any parents to go home to; they died two years ago. She especially didn't want to go back to the hell she lived in at her "boyfriend's" apartment.

He was sadistic and controlling of every aspect of her life. He got rid of all her friends, not allowing her to have any new ones. She wasn't allowed to talk to others unless it was strictly for work, but she was fired because she wouldn't come in most days, due to him. He forced her to clean everything around his apartment. If she screwed up one little thing, he'd abuse her either verbally or physically, sometimes both, then proceed to lock her in her room. He controlled when she could be let out, and when and how much she got to eat. Everything. She wouldn't be surprised if he set up the alley incident.

"Do you want to stay with me, if you're comfortable enough?"

The girl thought about it for a minute. As of right now, she trusted him more than anyone else. He saved her from potentially being beaten to death, and took her to the hospital rather than taking her to his own place or somewhere else she would be scared to be at.

She nodded again. Normally, he would be annoyed by the fact someone wasn't giving him a direct answer, but he was different with her. He knew there was a reason she was too scared to speak. He'd let her take as much time as she needed to get over it and feel comfortable around him.

"I'm Shingo." He smiled lightly.

"(Y/N)..." her voice was a whisper, but he heard it just fine.

Shingo left later that night to let her rest and allow the doctor and nurses do what they needed to before he brought her home. He visited her each day for a few hours to help get her used to being around him and warm up to each other.

A nurse brought a notebook and pen for her to write on, seeing as she was more comfortable to communicate with that method. Shingo initiated most conversations and she either replied with head movements or wrote out her replies. She knew a good amount of Japanese but was fluent in English and tended to write most of her responses in it. Luckily, Shingo was also fluent and she was much more comfortable interacting with him that way.

She thought Shingo's voice sounded nice when he spoke English as well. They conversed for hours and (Y/N) relaxed fairly quickly around him. He didn't press on questions she didn't want to answer, instead switching to a different topic with ease. When she wrote a question asking about what he liked to do in his free time, he said he was a street racer that raced on mountain passes. He got into the topic very quickly and had a small sparkle in his eyes as he talked.

It was cute to say the least. He was like a child talking about his favourite toy or video game. She also found his hobby quite interesting, racing sounded fun. When he finished his very detailed explanation of nearly all aspects of racing, he asked what she liked to do.

You'd think it would be as easy to answer as he did, but she had a hard time coming up with one. She hadn't done anything fun in two years. She eventually wrote down she liked to draw on occasion and go to the beach.

Shingo was slowly piecing together what he thought made her so... nervous? Finicky? Whoever she's been around before he showed up had a negative influence on her daily life and left some kind of trauma.

When she was comfortable enough around Shingo a little over a week later, she was discharged from the hospital by the doctor. She waited at the entrance while Shingo went to his car. He pulled up next to her making it easier on her bad leg.

It was also comforting to know that the car held the same scent as the one from last week. A small detail, but comforting to know. What did he say the car was again? An EG6? It fit his type pretty well.

The ride was silent, but not awkward or tense. (Y/N) watched the scenery pass by and got scared for a minute as Shingo drove towards a familiar road but passed it, getting on the highway, and driving the opposite direction. She mentally sighed in relief, her worry washing away.

Shingo took an exit off the highway about thirty minutes later. She was wondering just how far his place was from where she lived- well, previously lived. She was happy to know it was quite a distance, it made her feel safer. He followed a series of roads until he pulled into an apartment complex that was a lot better than where she came from.

Shingo helped her out of the car and to the staircase, having her get on his back to carry her up the three flights of stairs. (Y/N) blushed, hiding her face in the back of his hoodie. It only made it worse. He smelled nice, whether it was his natural scent or a cologne, she liked it.

He set her down gently at the door then unlocked it, helping her in. She was settled on the couch, taking in the appearance of his apartment. The walls were the typical white colour, but most of them in the main room were covered in various Honda cars, especially EG6s and Mugen posters. He really loved his car, didn't he? She smiled slightly, this place was bright and filled with the passion of everything he likes.

The apartment she used to live in was blank, dull, and to her, who knew better, was the worst place imaginable. This was definitely a nice change. Shingo came back with food, handing her a plate as he sat down next to her. She gratefully took it and her eyes widened seeing how much was there. This was more than (Y/N)'s ever gotten in a day.

Her expression didn't go unnoticed. Shingo was getting closer and closer to figuring out this puzzle. If he ever finds out who treated her like an animal, there's going to be hell to pay.

(Y/N) ate happily, soon finishing everything and drinking all of her water. He looked her over, seeing she was much skinner and pale than she was supposed to be. How long had she been like this?

"You want more?" Shingo asked, motioning to his food. She shook her head lightly, "I'm not hungry anymore, thank you." Her voice was still low, but louder than it was at the hospital. He told her she was free to eat anything she wanted at any time, that there were no restrictions.

(Y/N) nodded, thanking him gratefully again. Things were looking better for her already.

"There's only one bedroom, so you can sleep in there with me or I can set up the couch for you, whichever you're more comfortable with. You can always change your mind." He said as he took the dishes and glasses.

"The couch would be great, thank you." She smiled lightly.

Shingo brought out multiple blankets and a couple soft pillows for later. He took her back out to get clothes, ignoring her small 'protests' of not wanting him to spend money on her. He easily countered them by saying, "You're not going to wear the same thing for who knows how long, are you?" and smirked in triumph when she knew he made a good point.

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(Y/N) spent the next few days getting accustomed to the apartment, still finding the new freedom strange, but great, nonetheless. She spent most of the day by herself while Shingo was at work, but when he'd get home they would often sit and talk for a while. (Y/N) was really warming up to him; he was always kind and patient with her, never getting angry with anything she did.

Shingo decided to get her out of the house to help get her comfortable around people without fear of punishment. Later that day, he took her out for dinner at a small restaurant he often goes to before or after his races.

She hadn't been to a restaurant in years.

"How come?" Shingo suddenly asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion. Her expression turned surprised; did she say that out loud?

"Oh, um... my "boyfriend," she said quietly and quoted with her fingers, "he wouldn't let me do anything after he kept me in his apartment for the last couple years." She said softly, looking around nervously.

'So, it is someone. Tch, what a pathetic piece of shit.'

(Y/N) had relaxed some when she didn't find who she was looking for and explained everything that happened during the last two years. The puzzle Shingo was piecing together over the last few weeks finally came together, and it all made sense. That bastard better pray to whatever god he believed in that Shingo doesn't find him.

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When they got back to his apartment, he carried her on his back from the car to the door on the top floor. Her leg was getting better, but Shingo insisted to carry her, so she didn't accidently strain it. She wasn't going to lie, she liked it. She had her arms wrapped over his shoulder and her hands lying loosely over his chest. She liked how it felt. She liked how strong his arms were, but also gentle with her. She liked how calming his scent was. Everything about him, she liked- no, loved.

(Y/N) loved Shingo.

Over the course of a month, he wanted to get her more accustomed to being able to do things freely. He worked on getting her out of her scared shell and to open up without fear of being hurt. She still wrote a large majority of her questions and replies in a notebook but was starting to speak more often.

She was still in the habit of cleaning the entire apartment every day, even though it was already clean, when Shingo went to work. She had done it continuously for so long that it's proven to be a difficult habit to break so far.

(Y/N) didn't hear Shingo unlock the door, open, shut it, and relock it while she was excessively cleaning the kitchen. He wasn't aware she didn't hear him and said "Hey" from behind her, scaring her that she ended up dropping a plate, the glass shattering across the floor. (Y/N)'s eyes widened and face paled as she whined quietly, backing herself into a corner, and curling up.

Shingo had knelt down to her level as he calmly moved towards her. She flinched instinctively and he stayed where he was, his hands open in front of him as a non-threating gesture. His expression held no anger as he lightly said things such as, "You're okay", "You're not in trouble", "I'm not gonna hurt you", and "I'm not angry."

(Y/N) relaxed after some coaxing and the silence of just being near him. Shingo never moved from his place and only made slow movements if he went to adjust his sitting position. She was eventually sat on the couch as he cleaned up the broken shards.

Throughout the rest of several more weeks, things progressed well. No other incident had occurred, and Shingo had teasingly suggested that she could help him wash his car if she wanted to clean something so badly. She found it quite enjoyable, relaxing, and satisfying. As she was hosing off the soap, she quickly redirected the water at Shingo before moving it back to the car. He let out a surprised yelp at the cold water and gave her a look that said, 'Really?' She giggled and that was the first time Shingo had ever heard her laugh.

As adorable as he thought it sounded, he was still getting his revenge. He ended up getting her back with the hose when she set it down to wash another part of the car. By the end of their water fight, they had been completely soaked. It was almost like they got more water on them than the car did.

As (Y/N) cleaned one of the wheels, Shingo knelt down next to her on her left. She looked over, curious as to what he was doing, and froze when his lips met hers for a quick peck. She blinked a few times and he said, "You're adorable", making her blush heavily. When he saw no sign of anxiety or fear, but rather a smile creeping onto her features, he leaned in again.

When their lips met, she melted easily into the kisses. His were gentle, not crossing any lines. He tilted his head slightly, bringing his hand to the side of her face, lightly rubbing her cheek several times before his hand rested at the back of her neck.

They pulled away for air a few moments later. Shingo looked into her eyes asking, "I'm not pushing it, am I?"

"Not at all," she shook her head, "I-I liked it." She lightly stuttered, her cheeks turning pink again.

He smiled, giving her one more peck, but on the cheek this time. He told her she could go inside and take a shower, that he'd finish up with the wheels. By the time she finished and walked out of the bathroom door, Shingo had just gotten inside. After he showered, (Y/N) had food on the little table in front of the couch. She lightly patted the spot next to her and he joined her.

As the hours passed, the two kept themselves occupied with watching TV, to (Y/N) reading a manga series about street racing, and Shingo looking through his car magazines. Any time she came across a sentence in the manga she didn't understand, she asked Shingo what it said. She found it cute how he muttered it in Japanese before saying the translation in English.

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After they did their nightly routine Shingo was pleasantly surprised to see (Y/N) sitting on the edge of his bed. She sheepishly asked if she could sleep there for the night. He told her she could for as long as she wanted, to which she smiled and thanked him, scurrying under the covers happily.

A few minutes after Shingo got in bed, she moved closer until she was cuddled up to him, her arms resting between their chests, and her head just below his. It took him a good minute to process it before humming and wrapping an arm over her side.

He never thought he'd be so content with having a girl, he'd only known for about three months, live with him, let alone sleep with him. There was something about her, he thought, that he just really liked. Was it her shyness or appearance? Or the fact he found her in such a bad predicament, which led him to be so protective over her?

Either way, he knew at this point that he loved her. Helping her get over her anxieties, unintentional bad habits, and getting her comfortable to talking around other people again only brought them closer. If she were anyone else, he'd most likely just ignore them or say, "Do it yourself." Everyone who knows Shingo, knows he doesn't have much of a patience to begin with, but he's been the exact opposite with (Y/N).

He may act like a bitter guy on the outside, but he's definitely a huge softie on the inside.

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(Y/N)'s progress had suddenly advanced greatly after her ex was found and arrested. He was also responsible for her parent's deaths and she was given the option to press charges, which (Y/N) immediately did. Her parent's will had been found in his apartment and she was given everything they wanted her to have, including their financial savings. When it was all over and done with, she felt like she didn't have to look over her shoulder in constant paranoia anymore.

Shingo was happy to see her suddenly become talkative and excited to go out places again. They spent more time out of the house, Shingo driving her anywhere she wanted to go to or see. She was ecstatic to see the beach after so long.

It had been nearly a year since Shingo found her. With his patience and her strong will, she was back to being herself again. (Y/N) got a good paying part time job and had been thinking of going to college to pursue her dream career. The money her parents had left was more than enough to pay for all of her classes and she could buy herself a car.

Shingo's love for cars had rubbed off on her and he was constantly suggesting that she should get a civic because "Nothing is better than v-tec and driving in the red zone." She would roll her eyes with a smile and remind him she wasn't going to be racing.

He would only shrug and say his suggestion still stands, going back to what he was doing. When she had doubts of college, Shingo told her she had time to think about it, but don't pass up her dream simply because of a second thought. "You'll do just fine," he would say, giving her a nudge on the shoulder.

He knew when she was determined to do something, she wouldn't stop until she was finished. All she needed was that little push to get her into it. Eventually, she was admitted into a high-ranking college that was in downtown Shibukawa.

They went out to a restaurant to celebrate and surprisingly, Shingo is an absolute lightweight when it comes to drinking. After his third beer, he could barely stand. (Y/N) giggled when he would mumble random gibberish with his face completely flustered. It was extremely adorable. (Y/N) decided it was time to leave when he was having trouble keeping himself awake. She helped him to the car, which was pretty difficult, but hilarious.

This would be the first time she's ever driven his car. She always wondered what it would be like. She turned it on and released the handbrake, putting it in gear. Just as the car was about to move it forward it jolted and shut off.

Shingo started chuckling.

"Hush, you. It's been a while." (Y/N) huffed and turned the car back on. She successfully moved it forward on the second try and the rest of the shifting went naturally. When they were halfway home, Shingo half-consciously mumbled, "You're fucking hot driving my car," (Y/N) looked over with a surprised expression before looking back at the road, "when you're not stalling it at least." He lightly chuckled again and turned his head forward, most likely falling asleep for the- what, seventh time?

She smiled and rolled her eyes, turning down several more roads until they reached their apartment. (Y/N) parked the Honda in its usual spot. Now it was time to try and get Shingo's heavy ass up three flights of stairs.

She nudged him awake and he groaned. "C'mon Shin, we're home." (Y/N) unbuckled the harness and helped him out. She locked the car and quickly made her way back to him. Shingo was leaning forward against the side of the car with his forehead pressed again the edge of the roof. She was quite sure he was trying to fall asleep again.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his waist and nudged him towards her. He hummed lowly and leaned against her instead, walking as best he could. Shingo made it up the stairs and through the door surprisingly well. She helped him down the hallway, but he ended up turning too early and ran into the wall. He gave a short, "Ow", his tone sounding like he was almost offended. (Y/N) couldn't help but laugh lightly as she got him around the corner and to the bed properly, where she let him fall onto it.

He sighed contently and (Y/N) changed clothes before she joined him. Shingo pulled her to him, his arms wrapped around her side with her head on his chest. The smell of her hair quickly lulled him to sleep, (Y/N) falling asleep not long after.

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"Is anyone else seeing this?" Takeshi asked in pure disbelief.

The rest of the NightKids nodded, adding in a small, "Yep", "Yeah", and "Mhmm" as a response.

"It's almost scary." One of them piped up.

"Who knew he was capable of that?" another guy said.

They all watched in disbelief and amazement as Shingo was leaning against the side of his car holding (Y/N) around the waist with both arms as she leaned against him, a smile on her face. He gave her multiple kisses on her head, cheek, and lips when she looked up. He didn't even pay attention to his team staring at him and his girlfriend with wide eyes.

She wanted to see a street race from the starting line now that she was comfortable around people again. All of the other times, they watched from an empty corner of the pass. This was the first time anyone from the NightKids had seen (Y/N), let alone heard of her. The team, especially Takeshi, were starting to wonder why he seemed nicer than usual throughout the last few months.

He still had his sarcastic attitude, but it just wasn't as... prominent as it used to be. Now they all saw why. Their next question was, what the girl saw in Shingo. Whatever it may be, Takeshi was just grateful that he hadn't been given a headache from Shingo's bullshit in a long time, and most importantly...

She can keep him.

Keisuke Takahashi - Right Now

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader | Lime | • Word Count: 1,888. • Synopsis: In which Keisuke's girlfriend riles him up for fun, and to end the night of a race with a brilliant reaction from the blonde.

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If there's one thing Keisuke's girlfriend likes doing, it's riling him up. She's aware of how weak he gets when he feels her lip rings on his neck and lips. The small pieces of metal are cool on his skin and it sends a shiver down his spine each time. The feeling of her tongue piercing on his own tongue when they kiss easily pulls a moan out of him. When he feels it trail up his neck as she leaves a stripe along it before nipping at the sensitive skin, it nearly sends him over the edge. Her dominant persona easily overpowered the blonde's, making him melt with only a few simple touches, and he was wrapped around her finger.

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As Keisuke raced down Akagi, practicing his techniques, (Y/N) waited at the finish line, stopwatch in hand. She leaned on one of the car park's metal fencings, her ankles crossed in front of her. It didn't take long for the sound of a rotary engine to meet her ears, and she raised the stopwatch, ready to hit pause on the timer the moment her boyfriend's FD drove over the invisible finish line. After he did, he hopped out of the yellow Mazda, eager to see his new time.

"Hell yeah! That's my best time yet!" he cheered as (Y/N) wrote it down on the paper and clipboard that Ryosuke gave her to track times. "These new settings are kick ass." Her boyfriend said as he happily snatched the clipboard from her hands to compare his previous times to the current ones. She rolled her eyes with a smile, watching him puff up proudly.

"Now you've gotten one step closer to becoming a god." She said playfully, clicking the pen.

"Oh, come on. You know I can't be Ryosuke." He said, flipping a page.

"So, you admit your brother is a god? I'll have to tell him you said that." She smirked, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved his hand. "I think this'll be enough for tonight. I got some good results here, so let's call it a night, babe." He spoke a minute later after looking over the time sheets.

"Alrighty, sounds good." Pushing herself off the metal fence, she and Keisuke strode over to the FD that was waiting patiently in a parking spot. As Keisuke opened the door and lightly tossed the clipboard through the open space to the hatch, (Y/N) stopped in front of the hood and pointed at something on top of it. "What's this?" Keisuke looked at her confusedly through the windshield before backing out of the door and moving to her. Looking over the hood, he couldn't see anything wrong with it. No dents, no scratched paint, no- "Aye!"

He found himself flipped over, his back on the hood and arms pinned on both sides of his head as (Y/N) stood between his legs. "Ah, now I see what it is. I gotta say, you look good on the hood of your car." She winked, her eyebrow piercing moving with the slight movement.

"Very funny, let me up." He rolled his eyes, attempting to play off the blush he knew was growing with each second.

"Mmm. No, I don't think I will." She lowered herself, her chest pressing against his as her lips reached his ear. "You look too good to pass up here... and your ears are red, love." She whispered before nipping at the shell of his ear. A high-pitched squeak passed through his lips at the pinch. His cheeks darkened further and the blonde turned his head to the side in embarrassment. "Good boy, keep going. You know I love the sounds you make." (Y/N) lowered her lips to the side of his neck that he left completely exposed, leaving a trail of kisses along the sensitive skin. The cool touch of her snake bite hoops had long whimpers and sighs escaping his throat. Feeling the tense muscles in his arms relax, she released her hold on them, sliding her hands down to his hips. She slipped her hands under his grey hoodie and shirt, sliding them up along his toned stomach as she nipped at the sweet spot on his neck. His breathing got heavier as small moans emerged from the man underneath her.

"You're doing so good baby boy, keep it up." He nodded absentmindedly, only really registering the praise that he thrived for. (Y/N) felt the arousal that had quickly tented in his pants, and brought one of her hands down to palm at it, earning a deep groan from Keisuke.

"More... p-please." He pleaded, lightly bucking his hips into her hand, trying to gain more friction. Just as (Y/N) was about to unbuckle his belt, several loud revs sounded on the start of the pass. Three cars, from what appeared to be a small local team, turned into the car park. (Y/N) immediately lifted herself off of Keisuke, pulling him up with her as he fixed himself up to regain composure. He let out a disappointed and annoyed sigh at being interrupted.

"Oi, Takahashi! You out for a practice run too, huh?" one of the guys called out.

"Lucky for you, I already finished." He replied, his signature snarky tone evident in his voice. He avoided turning his head to them, his face still feeling hot. He moved to the driver side door, (Y/N) following suit, going to the other side and getting in. Another of the guys from the group made a comment about Keisuke not wanting to do a race for "practice" purposes, but the blonde completely ignored it. Starting the FD up, he pulled out of the car park and started the drive back home.

"That was fun while it lasted." (Y/N) teased while Keisuke just mumbled a complaint incoherently.

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The couple arrived at the mansion some fifteen minutes later. Keisuke was eager to continue what his girlfriend started, but before he could get so much as a kiss in, his brother chose now as the right time to come downstairs. (Y/N) heard another annoyed sigh from the blonde, and let out a quiet, breathy chuckle.

"How did the practice runs go?" Ryosuke asked curiously. (Y/N) handed him the clipboard with the results and he silently looked it over, a pleased hum coming from him moments later. "You've got great times here. I take it you like the settings as they are?" he looked up at his younger brother.

"Yeah, they're awesome. I think I'm gonna keep 'em like that for a bit." Ryosuke nodded approvingly at the blonde's words, thanking them for the sheets and retreating back to his room. "Finally." Keisuke sighed, immediately lifting (Y/N) up and carrying her to the couch in the common room. With her seated on his lap, he weaved a hand in her hair, pulling her down for a long series of kisses.

They lightly groaned into the kiss, (Y/N)'s fingers playing with the top hem of Keisuke's V-neck t-shirt. The pads of her fingers brushed over the blonde's collarbones, slowly moving to gently hold the sides and back of his neck. The small metal hoop piercing on the side of her nose brushed against his, as well as the snake bites light pressure on his lips. Cool to the touch and a more than welcome feeling, they pulled pleased sighs come from Keisuke. Keisuke's hands rubbed over (Y/N)'s thighs and up to her hips, lifting the hem of her shirt, about to- "Keisuke, did you happen to practice-"

"God," the blonde pulled away, groaning with annoyance, "what now?" he glared at his brother who wore one of the smuggest smirks the FD driver has ever seen. (Y/N) simply chuckled at the fact they had been interrupted again, noting how much it affected him. Poor guy can't catch a break. Ryosuke repeated his question, finishing it this time.

"Yeah, I practiced it. Now go back your simulation cave, you hermit. I got more important things to do." Keisuke waved him off, nearly fed up.

"I didn't know you considered getting dommed to be more important than racing." Ryosuke's shit eating smirk grew.

"FUCK OFF, ANIKI!" Keisuke's voice cracked, and (Y/N) lost it as she rolled off of him laughing, watching the older Takahashi nearly run up the stairs.

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Ryosuke, Keisuke, and (Y/N) all sat in the car park on the top of Myogi pass waiting for a race to start that was between the NightKids and a small local team. Luckily for Keisuke, it was not the same team that showed up on Akagi several days ago. Large groups of spectators chatted amongst themselves about the outcomes of the race and who they rooted for as soon the cars took off. Keisuke sat on the front right fender of his FD, arms crossed and looking slightly bored. Ryosuke, at some point, went back into his FC and worked away on his laptop. (Y/N), who was leaned on the fender next to her boyfriend immediately came up a scheme as he was talking to himself. "I don't get my brother sometimes... he drives all this way for a race only to sit in his car and type away-!" he yelped the last sound of the word loudly as (Y/N) gave a small, sharp nip on the side of his neck, before continuing to lean down as if she was adjusting her shoes.

People nearby looked over towards them with eyebrows raised, wondering what the sound was and who did it. Keisuke nearly gave himself whiplash when he looked at (Y/N) with an incredulous look on his face that luckily no one else saw. His girlfriend however, kept a calm poker face, as if she heard nothing. "What?" she asked plainly.

"What do you mean "what"?" he asked sarcastically with a small glare. She simply shrugged, going back to leaning on the car and observing people as her fingers played with her lip rings. They sat in silence for several minutes, the blonde occasionally glancing at her, hoping to catch her in the act of another scheme like that. He quickly gave up, believing she was finished.

Oh sweety, how wrong you are.

With his guard nearly instantly lowered, (Y/N) took the prime opportunity to lick the shell of Keisuke's ear. He was in a middle of an open-mouthed sigh when she did it. The feeling of both her tongue piercing and one of the lip rings sliding against his sensitive ear quickly turned that sigh in a voice cracked, high-pitched moan that could have rivaled a porn star's.

The blonde immediately tensed, shutting his mouth, clamping his teeth together and looking at the road beneath him with as straight of a face as he could manage. Nearby spectators looked over again, more confused than ever, as Keisuke actually held a decent poker face, leaving the curious people to disregard him and (Y/N).

When the race finished and people started to leave, Keisuke whisper-yelled at her saying, "You're fucked as soon as we get home, you got that?!"

"Says the one who sounds like a fucked-out sub porn star." (Y/N) chuckled, getting into the FD.

Unbeknownst to the couple and everyone else, Ryosuke saw everything from the beginning and had to cover his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud hysterically.

Keisuke Takahashi - Take My Soul

• Keisuke Takahashi x Reader | Angst to Happy Ending | • Word Count: 6,000. • Synopsis: In which Keisuke gets to leave his gang life and have a second chance at finding and pursuing his dream, thanks to his beloved, only to have his world come crashing down around him.

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He was nearly broken on the floor, with bloody knuckles, cuts on his face, and blood trickling down his nose. Yet he wasn't one to give up a fight so easily, even when he was thrown to the ground. Such is the life he's been living, with his gang roaming the streets of Tokyo late at night. This is the life he chose when he left home. This is the life he made for himself, through the near churning hatred he's dealt with in life. His father thought him a disappointment to the family, lavishing his older brother with even the smallest of praises, seeing as he was following the path of becoming a doctor, like their father.

But Keisuke didn't want to be bound by family responsibility. He wanted to live his life the way he wanted. He wanted to do things his own way that would make him happy. He just wanted to be himself. Was that too much to ask? The minute he graduated, he packed a minimum of things he would need and ran away to Tokyo. He joined a bosozoku gang and it made him feel free. Getting to do things whenever he wanted, go where ever he wanted, when he wanted. He didn't feel like a bird in a cage too small anymore.

The occasional times his gang would run into an opposing one would normally result in conflict, and he loved the thrill and adrenaline that fighting gave him. Taking a hit and returning it ten times stronger. It was invigorating.

But now, he found himself outnumbered. It was an unfair fight; six against one. He quickly found himself hunched over on the ground, pressing his hands onto the worst of his injured self, hoping the pressure would alleviate some of the pain. The others laughed, mocking him at how he was displaying such weakness, deeming him to not be as strong as he was made out to be.

He figured this was where he was going to die. That he would be beaten in some back alley and would be left to have his wounds claim him. Such is the life of a gang member. It's a harsh world of kill or get killed. Now, he would have to accept his pitiful fate of not truly living the life he wanted. What a shit turn of events, he thought.

That was until he heard the six bastards start to drop like flies, and short screams escaping their throats before they fell unconscious. Keisuke slowly looked up to meet the eyes of his saviour, his laboured breaths now being the only source of sound. His blue eyes widened at the person and the ends of his lips turned upward slightly. Of all the people to come to his rescue... thank god it was her.

"Can you walk?" she asked, moving towards him.

"Yeah, I think so." The blonde replied in between heavy breaths.

She slung his right arm over her shoulders and wrapped her left around his side, helping him stand. He winced slightly, but stood fine nonetheless. She helped him back to the warehouse their gang resided in. It was in quite good condition with many separate rooms, varying from storage to small office-like rooms and separate bedrooms. They may be in a gang, but at least they were well organized and clean.

Once Keisuke was settled on his small bed, the girl worked on patching up his cuts and bruises. He watched her solemnly, feeling guilty that she once again had to rescue his dumb ass and is once again tending to his wounds. (Y/N) was always there for him and he sure as hell was grateful for it. He would have been dead ages ago if she wasn't around. But with how much she can do, he felt so much smaller than her. She takes care of herself better than he does, she fights better than he does. How could he return the favour when he's nearly nothing in comparison?

"What are you sighing about? You've done it five times in a row now." She spoke suddenly, her voice slightly coarse.

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"I can tell. Looks like the gears in your head are grinding. Or stalling, which is it?" they both chuckled. "Alright, you're all patched up. Try not gettin' into another fight any time soon, would ya? I can't be your doctor all the time, ya know."

"Yeah, I'll try. Thanks." His words were soft.

"How long do you plan to keep livin' like this, Kei?" her eyes met his deep blue ones, "You're always gettin' bloodied up week after week. It's like you're looking to get yourself killed. One day you're gonna come across the wrong gang, maybe even the Yakuza, and that'll be it for you."

Keisuke sighed for a sixth time, averting his gaze to the floor. "I don't know. I'm just not feeling anything. Like, I'm not getting- I can't feel the excitement or adrenaline of this anymore. I don't know- I just... I don't know."

She watched him quietly, her eyes fixed on his ever-changing expressions of confusion to deep thought, trying to find the answer. "You don't deserve this kind of life, Kei."

"What do you mean?" he looked at her, confused.

"You got a lot of potential for something and this life we're in right now, ain't it. You could be doing something so much better and much more fulfilling that walkin' in back alleys lookin' to throw punches. Gang life isn't going to help you make your dreams come true, Keisuke. You left home 'cause you wanted to live through your dreams and achieve whatever it is you wanted to do. I can sure as hell bet you that being in a bike gang, isn't one of 'em. So, answer me this: what is it you truly want to do with your life?"

Keisuke sat in silence, his eyes once again meeting the floor. His expression turned depressed as he whispered, "Not this." A few minutes of silence passed before he spoke again. "I don't know what I want to do, but I don't think any of it involves Tokyo. I just haven't found what it is I want. I guess I thought coming here would help me with that. Looks like that didn't work out so well, huh?"

"I think you should go home, Kei. Get yourself out of this hell, cut all your ties with this place and leave. Start over back in Gunma. You don't have to listen to your father and what he wants you to do. That's not up to him to decide. Go home, take some time for yourself and find what it is you're meant to do. Don't rush, don't stress, it'll come to you when the time is right."

"I hardly think my parents or aniki want me back."

"You're not entirely right there, blondie."

Keisuke met her gaze, seeing the small smirk on her lips. "How would you know?"

"I wouldn't have found you tonight if I wasn't out looking for you for a reason. Considering you're all patched up now and don't seem too worse for wear, how 'bout you and I take a little walk? Oh, and bring your bags with." She pointed to the few duffle bags in the corner that were already packed with his things before she stood up and stretched.

"What do I need those for? What are you up to?" he questioned.

"Grab those bags and we'll find out."

Keisuke huffed in response, grabbing his bags and throwing them over his shoulder, following her out of the warehouse and down a series of streets. They turned the corner of another road before stopping. Keisuke froze with wide eyes. The small, one way street held a white FC, but that wasn't what was important.

"A-Aniki?" the blonde stared at the man leaning against the car, cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Keisuke." He greeted, a smile forming on his features as he turned to face his little brother.

Keisuke dropped his things before tightly hugging his brother, tears glossing over his eyes. Ryosuke reciprocated in kind, giving his brother just as sure a hug. They pulled away moments later, the oldest giving a reassuring smile and nod.

The brothers turned towards the girl with Keisuke being the first to speak. "When did you plan this?"

"Eh, not too long ago, I'd say. When I noticed your flame dyin' out, I figured it was high time to get you the hell outta here. This isn't a place for people with great potential. Like I said, you deserve better, and you'll find it when your back in Gunma." She nodded, assuring, and told him to get in the car.

Keisuke pulled her into a bear hug, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, kissing it gently and whispering, "Thank you." He pulled away before gently cupping her cheek and leaning in to press long, soft kisses on her lips. She easily melted into them with a hum, relishing in the moment she knew might be the last time she would see him in a while, maybe ever.

They pulled away some minutes later, saying what might be their final goodbye. "Come with me." Keisuke said, his eyes gleaming slightly with hope.

"I'll catch up to ya soon. I got you cleared to leave, best I could. I haven't done that for myself and it's gonna be a lot harder, knowing my reputation. Some people aren't gonna be too happy about that. I'll find you though, alright Kei?" she smiled.

"She does have means to contact me if she needs it. She knows what she needs to do and it would be best not to interfere, especially you with your newly cleared name around here." Ryosuke explained smoothly, which greatly helped in her case.

Keisuke reluctantly gave in, telling her to keep in touch as often as she could, giving her one last hug and goodbye kiss before getting in the FC, Ryosuke soon driving away. Keisuke watched her from the rearview mirror until she was out of sight, then he sighed. How long is it going to take for her to leave? What if something goes wrong and he's not there to protect her? He shook his head slightly, diminishing those thoughts. She always took care of herself better than he did himself. She would be fine. He knew she would be okay.

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When Keisuke returned home, he found his old room waiting for him, in the same state that he left it. His mother was happy to have her son back, welcoming him with open arms and her loving hugs that he missed dearly. His father made no comments, didn't even look at him. Keisuke wasn't going to let it bother him. Not after he was finally able to leave the city with a good name. He wasn't going to ruin everything his girl did for him just because of his father.

Ryosuke had opened up time to spend with his brother, and introduced him to the street racing world. Seeing his aniki drift his car so flawlessly, seeing him have complete control over everything it did was amazing in his eyes. He wanted to learn how Ryosuke did it, he wanted to learn to race, to have the adrenaline course through him at every turn on a mountain pass.

This is what he was looking for. This is what he wanted to do. To feel the exhilaration of racing at high speeds along the winding roads of a mountain. To control a car with everything he had, to drift around those tight corners and accelerate quickly to the next. Keisuke wanted to race at every chance he had.

When he was gifted with the newest model RX-7, he couldn't sit still. His leg was constantly bouncing as he waited for nightfall to make its way around. Then he would go out to practice with Ryosuke. His aniki taught him everything he knew, and Keisuke's performance grew better with each run. This was the life he wanted to live forever. He finally found what he had been searching for. Keisuke's skills were enhancing over the months he'd been back. He finally felt like he was meant for something and driving only made him feel all the freer. He was happy.

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"...what?"

"I'm sorry, Keisuke."

"She... she's not dead, stop lying aniki!" Keisuke didn't want to continue hearing it.

"You know I would never lie when it comes to something like this." Ryosuke felt his brother's pain. He truly did. He went through the same denial when his love died, now his brother is going through the same pain.

"Prove it, then! How do you know they weren't just saying that?!"

"They were a part of your group. They knew what she looked like and they were sure it was her, there was no mistaking it. They found her themselves and easily identified her. I can't make it any simpler, Keisuke. I know this isn't what you want to hear, but I can't hide these things from you, it would have only been worse."

He knew Ryosuke was right about the last part, but he refused to believe she was dead. He wanted to see the cold hard proof, or he was never believing it at all. "I'm going back to Tokyo."

"No, Keisuke."

"Yes, aniki! I'm not going to just sit here and accept her death. If no one is going to show me proof, then I'm going to find it myself. I'm not going to wallow pathetically in my own guilt and remorse when all of this could be a lie! She could have been set up for all we know and she's still out there somewhere. They wouldn't let her leave easily so they would come after her-"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about, Keisuke. She knew it would be difficult and there would be those who don't want her leaving. When they found out, they went after her. And that brings us to the news now. She went through all the work of getting your name scratched off of every underground document she could find to get you out of there. Going back and getting yourself into the same mess she strived to keep you away from would put all of her work in vain. She wanted you to live freely, to work on the things you have now. Don't turn your back on the life she helped give you."

Ryosuke's words stabbed through him harder than a knife. It was brutal honesty, and Keisuke only tensed more. His eyes were fixed on the floor, trying to hide the hot tears that were threatening to fall. His arms were crossed tightly against his chest, only tensing further to keep himself as composed as possible. His body shook slightly, trying to keep himself from falling apart in front of his brother.

Ryosuke relaxed his stern gaze and stood up from his place on his desk. He took a few steps towards the blonde and wrapped his arms around him. He never said a word, allowing his little brother to let out all of his built-up emotions. His forehead rested against his aniki's shoulder, the tears finally falling from his eyes. Keisuke's arms were wrapped tightly around Ryosuke, his body still shaking as he quietly cried.

The brothers stayed like this for what felt like forever to Keisuke. He felt like time slowed down heavily and far too fast. His whole world came crashing down onto his shoulders and he couldn't take it. The flame inside him felt like it had completely burned out. There was nothing left. He felt so empty and alone, even with Ryosuke right there.

(Y/N) was everything to him. She was the first to befriend him when he was new to the gang. She was the one who showed him the ropes and how to fight properly. She was always there to listen when he needed to vent about his problems. She was always the one he went to when he needed to be patched up, coming back to the warehouse covered in cuts and bruises.

Keisuke had his first kiss with her, and his first time, too. She was his first girlfriend and they were inseparable. He loved her so much... and now he'd never get to see her again. The moment they had together before he came home, was the last moment he had with her.

He'd never get to wake up with her partially on top of him, wearing his shirt that was too big on her, and lazily kiss her good morning. He'd never be able to take her on bike rides through the city, stopping at restaurants, checking out unexplored roads and shops they had yet to see. He'd never get to tell her how he found his dream and worked so hard to get better at it. He'd never get to hear her praises when he wins a race, then go for a late-night drive, acting like they were still stupid teenagers in Tokyo.

She was his other half and Keisuke just lost that half of his soul.

He could only imagine what she looked like when she was found. Did her face retain the expression of fear and she died scared? Or was it so sudden that she never had time to react and felt no pain? He hoped it was at least quick and painless, but he'd rather she still be alive and healthy.

Keisuke still refused deep down to believe she was truly dead. Whether it was the denial talking or he had a gut feeling, he wasn't changing his mind. During all of his thinking, he had calmed down considerably and felt Ryosuke slightly pull away, checking that he was doing even the least bit better.

The blonde pulled away from the rest of the hug, quickly wiping the stray tears that remained around his eyes. He stood in place, not making any sign to move. He felt awkward, almost embarrassed. He thought leaving right after this would be blatantly rude, but he just wanted to be alone and go to bed. All of this was still too much to handle and it exhausted him.

Luckily, it was as if aniki read his mind, gently telling him to go rest. Keisuke gave a short and light thanks before silently walking back to his room. Even there it somehow felt empty and gloomy.

His bed was so much larger and comfier than the one back at the warehouse. He turned his head to the empty side, his mind conjuring up an image of (Y/N) lying right next to him, that gorgeous, small and tired smile on her face. Her top half was covered by one of his shirts, and her bare legs stretched out lazily over the blankets.

He could picture himself rubbing a hand up and down the side of her thigh, occasionally squeezing the soft flesh gently. God, what he would give to have that back. Keisuke didn't know how long he laid there, imagining different scenarios with (Y/N) in it, but fell asleep soon after, his mind conjuring the dreams he wanted with her.

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It took months for Keisuke to slowly get out of the grieving phase. He still attended races but wasn't too enthusiastic about any of them, even the ones he raced in. He still loved it though and pushed through his emotions, continuing to practice daily or every other day. He was thankful Ryosuke was acting as his back bone, keeping him together as best he could. He knew aniki felt the same pain when he lost Kaori, and it made him feel somewhat better than someone understood what he was going through.

He turned down every attempt that numerous girls made to ask him on a date with no hesitation, saying he didn't want a girlfriend and that he didn't have time for it. As popular and good looking as Keisuke was, it was quite often he'd get the same question, and always turn it down with the same answer.

It wasn't a complete lie, Keisuke was busy with his racing, but the only girl he wanted was (Y/N). He could never replace her with some other chick, he thought of it as degrading. She was one of a kind and he felt like choosing another girl was the stupidest thing he could do. None of them were anything like (Y/N). They were... bland and boring in comparison.

When Ryosuke announced he was forming an expeditionary team for the top two elite racers, he was the happiest he's been in a long time when aniki said he wanted Keisuke to be one of them. To travel across the prefectures, taking down team after team and getting more challenges with each one. This sparked the smoldering embers inside him once more, and the smallest flame gradually got bigger and brighter.

This was the chance he wanted, to prove just how much better he's gotten and put his real skills to the test. This is what was going to get him into his dream of pro-racing. Everything (Y/N) worked for to get him out of the underground has all led up to this. He wasn't about to let her down now.

When Project D reached Saitama, Keisuke felt odd. He had some gut feeling that was trying to tell him something but he couldn't figure out what it was. He thought of taking a drive to Tokyo since it was close. Just a drive-by of their old area couldn't hurt, maybe he'd find what his gut was telling him?

The night of the race against the Saitama Alliance had come quickly and the Project was making last minute tune-ups on the 8-6 and FD. That odd feeling only grew more as Keisuke waited for his car to be finished. It was bugging the hell out of him and he prayed it wasn't going to interfere with his race. The blonde was interested to find out how that girl handled her FD and if she was on or around the same level as he was. He hoped she proved to be a good challenge.

When the countdown started, that feeling had luckily lessened and it helped him ease up. He could easily shake it from his thoughts and clearly focus on what he needed to do. Until both races were finished and the Project were all settled on the top of the pass. Maybe it was this girl and how she pestered him about trying to tell him she had a crush on him. She's been staring at him all night even before the race. He had to admit she was determined, but he really wasn't in the mood to deal with that.

When she walked over to him, he turned towards her with a "Hmm?" She finally managed to pluck up the courage and somewhat shyly ask him if he wanted to go out with her somewhere. He only sighed, replying with, "Listen, you're a nice girl, and you have a good personality, but I don't have the time for a girlfriend and I don't want one. It's just something you wouldn't understand and it's not you personally." Before his words really got to her, he turned around and walked back to his previous spot near the FD. She left sadly, with her head down, and Keisuke did feel a little bad for her. She was nicer than the other girls he came across but he couldn't help it if he wasn't interested in her as a girlfriend.

"Not even me?"

The blonde froze and his piercing blue eyes widened. That gut feeling rose ten-fold and time slowed down. He knew that voice... he never thought he'd hear it again. Slowly, he turned his head to the right, not fully believing he was hearing what he wanted to hear. When his eyes met (E/C) he nearly whimpered. His gaze quickly looked up and down, trying to comprehend that this was real.

"I told you I'd find you, Kei."

That was all he needed to hear before he ran towards her at the speed of light and held her so tightly like he was scared she'd disappear if he let her go. He desperately nuzzled his face into her hair, taking in the familiar scent he missed so much. His hand gently brushed through her hair, and his other held her protectively. He whined and tears fell down his cheeks when he felt her wrap her arms around him so securely, her fingers also brushing through his soft blonde strands.

His legs buckled underneath him, bringing him down to the hood of the FD. He slid further until they were on the ground and his back was leaning against the car. He held her on his lap as he crossed his legs, his face now nuzzled in the crook of her neck as his tears gently ran down her shoulder.

"I'm sorry I took so long." She whispered, pressing her cheek onto the side of his head. He couldn't form any words, the best he could respond with was a light shake of his head and to hug her tighter.

The Project watched with some confusion at the event, looking at Ryosuke for answers, but even he was surprised to see her. Happy, nonetheless, that his little brother was reunited with his lost love. It seems that Keisuke was right, she wasn't actually dead, but he was curious as to how she eluded death. That would be a question for another time, he thought. For now, he'd leave them be and told the group to continue with what they were doing to give the couple at least some bit of privacy.

When Keisuke had calmed down after nearly a half hour, she lightly told him to stay by the car and she'd tell Ryosuke he was ready to leave. The blonde nodded, slowly getting up to sit in his car and wait for her. The older Takahashi said they were packing up to leave and were going to spend the night at a hotel nearby, seeing how tired everyone was.

Keisuke jumped slightly at the sound of the passenger side door opening, looking over to see (Y/N) get in. Even after all this time, she could still sneak up on him without even trying to be quiet. "You doing okay?" she asked, that beautiful smile he missed so much, graced her features.

"Yeah... a lot better." He started the car, the rhythmic sound of the engine growling lowly.

(Y/N) looked around the car before saying, "I like this thing, nice and fancy. It suits you, too." She gave him a cheesy smile and he chuckled.

"So..." she started as they pulled onto the road, "how fast does the fancy car go?"

"Heh, very fast."

"Care to demonstrate?"

When they turned around the first corner Keisuke sped down the pass like he was racing again. So, this was his dream all along, huh? He's come a long way, hasn't he?

"You gotta teach me how to do this sometime, Kei. This is fun as hell." (Y/N) commented and the blonde smiled. He'd love nothing more to race down a pass with his girl.

"I can do that, gorgeous."

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The couple were the first to reach the hotel, quite obviously, and waited by the FD for everyone else to show up. Keisuke had parked in the farthest corner that was available, but still easily findable for the group. He lied back on the hood, pulling (Y/N) down with him. She shifted until she was sideways, her legs dangling over the front right wheel while she rested her head on Keisuke's chest.

He hummed happily, running a hand through her soft hair repeatedly, with his right arm gently draped over her stomach as he held her hand. Oh, how he missed this. It felt so good, so right, to just lay here in peaceful silence knowing she was with him.

The rest of the team arrived some ten minutes later and Ryosuke went to check everyone in. They were soon settled into their respective rooms and the moment the door to Keisuke's and (Y/N)'s was closed, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, crashing his lips to hers. His kisses were slow and passionate, taking in every detail he could, refreshing the memories that had blurred in his mind.

Keisuke climbed on the bed, never breaking their kiss, and rolled themselves over so she was on top. He held the back of her neck with his fingers tangled in her hair, his other hand holding her waist. His thumb rubbed her side gently, giving it a light squeeze here and there. How he missed the nights they'd do this together back in Tokyo. The comforting silence and loving actions had him craving more.

They slowly pulled away minutes later and Keisuke gazed at her features, lightly tracing over her jaw, the arches of her eyebrows, the soft curves of her eyes, and lips. She did the same, the corners of her lips turning upwards when she brushed over his nose and he twitched it cutely. (Y/N) brushed his messy bangs up and out of his eyes that stared at her with that gorgeous piercing blue that glinted from the dim light of the room.

"I missed you." He said softly.

"I missed you too, Kei." She replied, giving him a light peck.

"Where were you all this time?"

"Getting rid of my existence in every underground document I could find. Once I did, or at least burned the majority of them, I faked my death." She explained and Keisuke listened to every word she said. When she finished, he told her everything Ryosuke told him that happened to her. "I had a feeling you would find out about that. I didn't want it to scare you that badly and was considering contacting your brother that I was alive, but I couldn't take any chances of someone finding out about it."

The blonde nodded lightly in understanding. Her plan was executed perfectly and even had himself and Ryosuke fooled. "How did you manage to leave when the guys found you? They said they easily identified you and everything."

"That girl wasn't actually me. She was in some other gang, got herself killed and, as morbid as it sounds, I used makeup to make her look like me and put her in my clothes, then left her somewhat near the warehouse. After that, I changed my own look. Dressed in clothes I'd never wear, changed my face with make-up and switched up my hairstyle. Once that was finished, I pretty much just waltzed myself right outta Tokyo."

Keisuke raised his eyebrows. Clever girl. I always wondered why she had so many different kinds of make-up and clothes she had never touched. She had everything planned from the start. "You're clever as hell, you know that?"

"Yeah well, I try." She shrugged with a smirk. "So, what have you been up to these past couple years?"

It was cute how quickly he got into answering the question. The majority of it was all about his racing. How his brother taught him to race, how some kid in an "old and beat up junker of an 8-6" beat him in an unofficial race, which turned out to be the kid just speeding home from a delivery run. Then how he got beat by the same kid in an actual race all for a full tank of gas so he could drive his girlfriend to the beach.

By the end of his story, (Y/N) was dying from laughter. She had rolled off of him, holding her stomach and lying on her back as she kicked the air. The blonde was half amused, from her reaction, and half not amused, because she found it hilarious how he got his ass beat twice for ridiculous reasons.

"Are you done enjoying my suffering yet?" he asked half sarcastically.

"N-o-o-o-o!" her laughing fit started up again. "I'm so-o-o-orry Kei!"

He rolled his eyes, trying not to chuckle. "Well, if you're gonna continue, do it quietly, I'm going to sleep." He slapped her face with a pillow to muffle the sound. She eventually calmed down to a light giggle, but a few chuckles made their way out before she was finally finished and was being spooned by the blonde, with her back against his chest.

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"Babe, slow the hell down! This is a mountain pass not the fuckin' highway!" Keisuke was in the process of not fearing for his life, but the life of his FD. He honoured his word and was teaching (Y/N) how to race and drift, but fucking hell was she a speed demon. His eyes widened as she came up to another corner and wasn't starting to drift until the last minute and he was pretty sure she missed the guardrail by a centimetre.

His heart beat fast when he ran down passes, but never like this. After she had spent some time practicing with him on Akagi she wanted to try out Akina. They spent a few weeks on the course and she did great, but now was more of a nightmare for him and it was worse than when Takumi beat him the first time. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be conscious or not when they came up to the hairpins.

"The kid uses the gutters here, right?" she asked.

"Don't." he whispered, his eyes looking like saucers. This woman was going to be the death of him.

He looked out the window when he felt the car drop into said gutters and at that moment, he thought they were fucked and she was going to lose control. Until he felt the car quickly turn the hairpin and was raised out of the gutter, switching to the other side until they passed the hairpins.

What the hell?! She did it perfectly! Thank god I decided to raise the suspension. When she parked the car in the small lot at the bottom of the pass, Keisuke's legs felt like jelly.

"You're insane, woman." He finally said, still trying to calm down. All she did was giggle, patting his head.

"I didn't mean to scare 'ya that much, just wanted to show you it was pretty easy to do."

"Easy?! It took the kid weeks or months to use that trick!"

"Don't know why it took him that long, clearly it was easy to figure out." She shrugged.

"You're lucky I raised my suspension or else you would have fucked up my car."

"I never did it the other times we came here because I knew you had it lowered. I wouldn't mess up your fancy lemon on purpose, Kei. If I did, you know I would pay to get it fixed."

"Fancy lemon? It's an FD, psycho." He gave her an expression which was an unamused straight face that said, really?

She shrugged, "Fancy lemon, FD, it's the same thing. It's big, it's yellow, it's kind of roundish, it's a lemon... and a fancy one at that." Keisuke could only sigh and shake his head.

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In the dim light of his room, Keisuke's lips molded perfectly with (Y/N)'s during their slow kisses. His back was leaning against the headboard and his hands held both of her thighs as she straddled his lap. Her arm was wrapped loosely around his neck, while her free hand slowly traveled along his toned chest and stomach, feeling up his lovely muscles. Their session only became more heated as the minutes passed. Clothes were removed, names were lightly -and sometimes loudly- moaned, and the couple reveled in each other as they passionately made up for lost time.