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Title: Slip Roads 4/31
Day/Theme: 4 Oct/where the wild things are
Series: Initial D/Prince of Tennis/Hikago
Pairing: none
Rating: PG-13, mention of incest between brother in some chapters
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Ryousuke stared at his grandfather's friends while his mother went to get refreshments. His father had retreated to his study after a quick introduction, while his grandfather seemed more preoccupied with asking questions of Shindou and Touya.
Seated in their well-lit living room, the two visitors looked more unreal than ever as they chatted with his grandfather. Part of that had to do with the fact that, Ryousuke now realised, Shindou Hikaru looked more like one of the punks who used to challenge Project D than someone his grandfather would call a friend. His hair was dyed yellow in front, and the rest of it was streaked blue and green. He looked a mess.
Touya Akira, by contrast, was almost painfully well-groomed, with black hair that was a little too long. He looked like, as his grandfather might have said in his blunt, caustic tones, a mama's boy. Not someone his grandfather would talk to, either.
The two visitors didn't look the least uncomfortable about Ryousuke's scrutiny.
Beside him, Keisuke looked as though he was bursting not to speak, and Ryousuke could only guess that he was trying to think of something polite to say.
"We're not the droids you're looking for?" Shindou said suddenly, looking up from where he had been explaining to his grandfather about their late arrival.
Ryousuke was chagrined that he had been second-guessed.
"Shindou!" his friend admonished, before he turned to Ryousuke. "I'm sorry. He has watched too many movies and it made his brains rot." He spoke in so deadpan a tone that it took a moment before Ryousuke realised he was insulting Shindou.
At that exact point, Shindou said, "Oi!"
While they were still staring at one another, Ryousuke's mother entered with a tray of drinks. "Have something cold to drink," she invited, putting the tray down.
"Thanks, Takahashi-san," Shindou said, helping himself.
"Let me introduce my sons," she said after they had all taken a drink. "This is Ryousuke, my elder son, who is a doctor at Akagi County Hospital."
"I think we saw that on the way here," Touya said, standing up to bow. "Pleased to meet you, Takahashi-sensei." Shindou copied his actions.
"And this is Keisuke, who has been working as a racer abroad. He just came back for a break."
"A racer? You mean like Fujiwara-san?" Shindou asked, grinning. "Cool."
Seeing Keisuke's frown, Ryousuke immediately clarified, "Not like him. Keisuke's a professional racer. Taku- Fujiwara-san is a professional driver who tests cars for Toyota."
He was aware of Keisuke turning to him in astonishment--that was new to him too, clearly. But then Ryousuke was not the only person who kept tabs on the racers in Gunma; he was just more discreet about it than Nakamura Kenta.
Back in the days when he worked with Fujiwara on Project D, he had always thought that the other driver was not someone who could be controlled--for all that Ryousuke was leader of Project D--he saw the mountains with an instinctive ease that Ryousuke had never seen in anyone else. There was just a faint attraction, like wild swallows to a birdfeeder. A brief stop, a quirk of the head and Fujiwara would take off into the wind.
-----tbc----
Day/Theme: 4 Oct/where the wild things are
Series: Initial D/Prince of Tennis/Hikago
Pairing: none
Rating: PG-13, mention of incest between brother in some chapters
-----------------------------
Ryousuke stared at his grandfather's friends while his mother went to get refreshments. His father had retreated to his study after a quick introduction, while his grandfather seemed more preoccupied with asking questions of Shindou and Touya.
Seated in their well-lit living room, the two visitors looked more unreal than ever as they chatted with his grandfather. Part of that had to do with the fact that, Ryousuke now realised, Shindou Hikaru looked more like one of the punks who used to challenge Project D than someone his grandfather would call a friend. His hair was dyed yellow in front, and the rest of it was streaked blue and green. He looked a mess.
Touya Akira, by contrast, was almost painfully well-groomed, with black hair that was a little too long. He looked like, as his grandfather might have said in his blunt, caustic tones, a mama's boy. Not someone his grandfather would talk to, either.
The two visitors didn't look the least uncomfortable about Ryousuke's scrutiny.
Beside him, Keisuke looked as though he was bursting not to speak, and Ryousuke could only guess that he was trying to think of something polite to say.
"We're not the droids you're looking for?" Shindou said suddenly, looking up from where he had been explaining to his grandfather about their late arrival.
Ryousuke was chagrined that he had been second-guessed.
"Shindou!" his friend admonished, before he turned to Ryousuke. "I'm sorry. He has watched too many movies and it made his brains rot." He spoke in so deadpan a tone that it took a moment before Ryousuke realised he was insulting Shindou.
At that exact point, Shindou said, "Oi!"
While they were still staring at one another, Ryousuke's mother entered with a tray of drinks. "Have something cold to drink," she invited, putting the tray down.
"Thanks, Takahashi-san," Shindou said, helping himself.
"Let me introduce my sons," she said after they had all taken a drink. "This is Ryousuke, my elder son, who is a doctor at Akagi County Hospital."
"I think we saw that on the way here," Touya said, standing up to bow. "Pleased to meet you, Takahashi-sensei." Shindou copied his actions.
"And this is Keisuke, who has been working as a racer abroad. He just came back for a break."
"A racer? You mean like Fujiwara-san?" Shindou asked, grinning. "Cool."
Seeing Keisuke's frown, Ryousuke immediately clarified, "Not like him. Keisuke's a professional racer. Taku- Fujiwara-san is a professional driver who tests cars for Toyota."
He was aware of Keisuke turning to him in astonishment--that was new to him too, clearly. But then Ryousuke was not the only person who kept tabs on the racers in Gunma; he was just more discreet about it than Nakamura Kenta.
Back in the days when he worked with Fujiwara on Project D, he had always thought that the other driver was not someone who could be controlled--for all that Ryousuke was leader of Project D--he saw the mountains with an instinctive ease that Ryousuke had never seen in anyone else. There was just a faint attraction, like wild swallows to a birdfeeder. A brief stop, a quirk of the head and Fujiwara would take off into the wind.
-----tbc----