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> [FANFIC] Initial D: Battleground: USA, Chapter 25 up; The Race is Over! (6/8/08)
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Posted: May 28 2008, 08:42 AM


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That was pretty darn close. .

I humbly request MOAR.
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  Posted: May 29 2008, 03:48 PM


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Chapter 21: Fourteen Miles of Pain

One Moth Later: Deal’s Gap, North Carolina; 7:30 PM

In a month, both Keisuke and Dru rebuilt their cars. After calculating the error, Gene rebuilt the Mustang for this last run. However, the brakes were still not back to full spec. Dru’s spitfire was also under the same conditions. The rear end, however, was close to coming unhinged from its brackets. Both sides tried to reinforce the cars at their weak points to the best of their abilities. Unfortunately, both teams were amateurs, not professionals. Keisuke was also getting ready to head back to Japan. He still had vengeance on his mind against Kyo Batuyonai, the man who killed Ryousuke in their ill-fated Akagi match. He was also looking for another muscle car for him to run in Japan. He even called up Fumihiro just to talk.

“Hello?” the man said in Japanese. “Ohayo!” Keisuke replied over the payphone at the rest stop, “It is morning, right?” “What?” Fumihiro said, in shock, “Keisuke-san! It’s good to hear your voice! How are you? Where are you?” “Yeah, same too, Fumihiro-san,” Keisuke stated, “I’m in the states. It’s kind of a long story, so I’ll tell ya when I get back.” “We’ve been looking all over Japan for you, Keisuke-san!” Fumihiro replied, “Super Autobacs is looking for someone to race for them, and they’ve already got Takumi interested!” “Nani?” Keisuke replied, white as a ghost, “The Super Autobacs?!” “Hai!” Fumihiro stated, “So you better get your ass back to Akagi in a week!” “I will, Fumihiro-san! You can count on that!” he said, “Ja ne!” he hung up, much more excited to be joining such an exclusive team like Super Autobacs.

“Heh,” Dru thought as he pulled in to the parking lot in Tennessee running the course for one last time before the race, “The rear-end is still weak. If I trailer it back to the start, it’ll be fine. I just don’t know what this does with training. You leave, stating that you’ll be back before I know it, and then you end up dying on me! Then your brother comes here and challenges me to a race, and I do exactly as you told me to! You said if I had the skill, it’d come down to this last course! I don’t know if I can do this, Ryousuke-san!” After loading the car up onto the flatbed, Dru began the trek up the road to the start, “If I win, what’ll happen? I guess this is what you meant by taking on the fastest from your team if something ever happened to you.”

Keisuke sat as the flatbed pickup came up the hill with Dru driving. “so this is what you meant by ‘going all out,’” he thought as his mind raced with both the upcoming race and the chance to run with Super Autobacs. He recalled back to the video will that was left to him…

“Keisuke-san,” Ryousuke said on the DVD, sitting at his computer all calm as if he was already dead and in a better place, “This tape was made in order for you to know what to do after my death. While forming Project.D three years ago, I had to think of what would be the all-encompassing goal. This led to me to make my drivers self-sufficient in all aspects of racing. This development of the racers was the cornerstone behind Project.D and what the Initial D stands for in our team name. Even though I am no longer with you on earth, please go to America for me and follow the instructions in the envelope. A word of warning; don’t ever open it until you are on the ground in San Diego. Also, don’t mention this to anyone who knows me until you are in America for over a month. Think of this as a partial break from heavy-duty racing until you join a team.”

“You will, however, face your toughest opponent ever. I taught him when I was still the White Comet. It was from my leave of absence at nineteen until my formation of the Red Suns. He was my first student; a prototype to you and Fujiwara to put it simply. One more word of warning; whatever you do, do it no matter what happens. If you are in fear of straying from your goal, do not worry; you will make it to your destination soon enough. Finally, after you come back, I want you and Fujiwara to race down Akina in a final race after going pro. Do this not in remembrance of me, but for your own good.” By this time on the DVD, Ryousuke was beginning to tear up, “I loved every minute of teaching you and Fujiwara, whether you noticed it or not. I will forever miss you two.”

* * *

“Alright,” Gene said, holding the air horn used to start the race, “On the third blast, you both head on out, got it!” Both drivers nodded their heads and started their engines. Keisuke’s small-block V8 roared to life along with the whizzing of the supercharger after turning the key. Dru’s Cosworth engine erupted in a din of four-cylinder bliss. The first blast; both pressed down on the clutches and shifted into first. The second; both engines revved up to launch speed. Final blast; both the cars flew off the line with little-to-no wheelspin. It was a perfect launch. Both drivers knew each other’s secrets. It was going to be a battle of the ages.

This post has been edited by Turbo_Levin_13 on May 30 2008, 10:07 AM
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Chapter 22: Evel F*cking Kneivel

By the time they came up on the Carousel Corner at the 5.8-mile marker, Keisuke was beginning to feel the pressure. “He’s so fast!” he thought, “But I can’t get further away from him! If I go too far, he’ll pass me using that demon engine of his! Ahh, f**king f**k!” He had just lost his concentration enough to give Dru a wide-open gap. “Why won’t he f**king pass me?!” Keisuke thought to himself, with sweat beading on his forehead as the lime-green glow of the gauges seemed to taunt him, “Is he just playing games?! Shit, what the hell are you thinking, Dru?!”

Road Buster had come to watch what was going to go down that night. His record in San Fran was cleared just two days prior. He sat in the crowd next to the Hump with his big-block ‘Vette parked next to a GTO and a 1970’s-era Maserati. “So Dru,” he thought as the roar of the engines came towards the most popular place to watch the race, “It’s tied in overtime and the ball’s yours. What will you do?” He lit a cigarette, and leaned on the guardrail. “Dude,” one observer said, “Y’know when they come by here, they might take your face off, man.” “I know,” he said, blowing smoke into the night air.

Hitting the seismic wave turns that contained the Copperhead Corner, Dru was still playing very conservatively. He had not unleashed the possessed engine’s true potential yet, knowing that if he did, it would wear his tires out with two miles left. “I’ve just got to keep focused on my attack point!” he thought, “A mid-air pass at the Hump.” The Hump was an infamous spot for the motorcyclists of the area; it was commonplace that riders caught air over this hilltop. Wipeouts were common, and many people had died right there or at Wheelie Hell due to recklessness. Both Keisuke and Dru were fast, but not reckless; at least that’s what Keisuke thought. He wasn’t even ready for the action that was gonna happen at the Hump.

After flying through the Dalton Esses, Keisuke was beginning to feel a little less pressured. “If he isn’t passing yet,” Keisuke thought, “Maybe he’s too afraid to pass at all. Is it because of my car’s size?” He chuckled as they flew past the 8-mile marker. “So this is what GTR drivers do by blocking the entire road with their size.” There was a jump coming up; not like it’d faze Keisuke. Every time he ran the course, he flew over the “Gravity Cavity” like a pro rally driver on a race stage somewhere in Northern Europe or Africa. As soon as he left the airborne point, something came from the right. “No way!” Keisuke said, seeing the Spitfire fly through the air, “NO f**kING WAY!!!!!!!!”

“Watch out!” someone yelled as the two cars went suicidal by going tandem off the jump. The crowd ran like rats fleeing a sinking ship; well, except for Road Buster. He just sat and watched, still leaning on the guardrail. “So this is your point of passage?” he thought, knowing both drivers’ skills wouldn’t mean that they were out of control in the air like that, “That’s ballsy, kid. Really damned ballsy.”

The two landed right next to each other. Dru, however, was on the inside of the next turn. “No!” Keisuke yelled, banging the car back down to third as they swung through the turn. “He’s got me. I never expected him to pull such a rash move like that one. Now I’ve got the uphill battle.” AS he was saying this, Dru was pulling away faster and faster. “I guess this is the situation you mentioned I should release my full potential, aniki?” He then shifted up again as they came out of the turn. “Now I must become one with the machine!”

In his rearview, a bright explosion blinded Dru. “What the hell was that?” he thought, looking behind him to see if his competitor lost control. He hadn’t; not by a long shot. Keisuke’s aura was intensely visible as he encroached on Dru’s rear bumper. “Wow. He really is amazing.” He then turned to the gauges of his car and began talking. “Why don’t you take a break?” he said, petting the steering wheel, “I can handle it from here on out.” The car then began decelerating, but the momentum kept on going. Dru was ready to take it to his highest point in order to defeat Keisuke.
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This. Is. Gonna be freakin' awesome! w00t2.gif

MOAR!
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second to last chapter everyone!

Chapter 24: 100%

At around the 10-mile marker, both drivers were running very close to full-throttle. Even though Keisuke’s aura was visible, he was still holding back at least 10% of his full potential. Dru’s aura was also now visible. His symbiosis with his car had become so strong that he didn’t even need the engine’s occult trickery to win. It was now all skill for both drivers. The next turn was Crud Corner; a sharp hairpin that had a long quarter mile run known as Cooper’s straight. Both cars flew through the straight at over 120 mph; waiting until almost the last second to brake. Their brakes were fading, but the intensity of the fading was not nearly as devastating as it had been at Mullholland Drive a month ago. They both headed into the turn at around 35 mph, with Keisuke no more than three feet behind Dru. The high beams blared into Dru’s eyes along with the white-hot aura of the Mustang.

“If he keeps running like this,” Dru wondered, “He’ll lose grip or his brakes again. But there still is the possibility that he is holding back a little. His skill has increased incrementally as this race has progressed. I’d give him another half-mile until he’s at top performance. If he does that, then—shit!” It was now that he realized why Keisuke was holding back; after the 12th mile marker, there were only two turns that he had to brake hard into; the rest was all straight and high-speed corners. “I’m going all-out right now,” Dru thought in despair, “I can’t keep pushing the envelope. If my rear end snaps, I’m in the lake or the trees. Heh, you got me, Keisuke Takahashi; checkmate. Don’t think this means I’m gonna give up, though. As long as I’m out in front after the last turn, I win!”

Passing the 11-mile marker, Keisuke realized what he had to do next. “I’m gonna go for broke here,” he thought, “After Wheelie Hell, it’s all on the table. Time to end this!” He upshifted out of the turn and jammed on the gas. The 302 V8 roared in furious aggression with the supercharger sucking in massive amounts of air to feed the beast. As soon as he passed the 11.5-mile marker, something changed in Keisuke; he felt none of the g-forces that had been wearing him out so much. All the crowds to the left and right of him had vanished into the black. The only things in his range of vision were the road and Dru’s Spitfire. It seemed that all his worries about his car’s problems were gone. The brakes worked excellently along with the engine. Time slowed down as he went through corners. Keisuke began noticing the lines he needed to take in the last few corners to pass Dru. He had become one with not only the car, but also the road. “This race is over,” Keisuke said, as they passed the Crossroads of Time.

Rally Vincent, who had just got down to Tennessee, was waiting on the racers at the 12th mile marker on Route 129. “This was the first time that they shut down 129 for a race like this,” she said to May, who was sitting on the hood of the Shelby, “They said it was for a movie, so they shut it down.” “You still love him, don’t you?” May asked. “Of course,” Rally said with confidence, “And I think I’ll never love another man.” “They’re coming!” a spectator said, “Watch out everyone!” The two cars were flying down the road, side by side, and Rally could see the aura of both drivers. “Th-they’re amazing,” she said, “Both of them!” “He’s gonna pass, Rally!” May said, watching the movement of the Mustang.

“It’s over!” Keisuke said, “You lose, Dru!” The Mustang exploded past the Spitfire. “He got me!” Dru said still focusing on the road ahead of him, “He actually got me!! Dammit! I shouldn’t have pushed it as much as I did back there! I’m sorry; I have failed you.” All of a sudden, however, the car kept going constant even after Dru let off the gas. “What’re you doing?!” he said as the car seemed to keep accelerating. And then, he saw it. Up ahead of Keisuke was his final point of attack, “Of course!! The Fugitive Bridge! Why wasn’t I thinking that?!” The bridge faced the dam where Harrison ford made his spectacular dive in “The Fugitive”. For Dru, this would be his final dive into the hairy final turn of the Tail of the Dragon, just like Richard Kimble did fifteen years earlier.
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damn, so suspenseful.... good stuff, bro. keep em comin
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The Fugitive Bridge. . . . ? What's going to happen there?

And the conclusion to this awesome fic nears. . .

I'll say this one more time.
MOAR PLZ!
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Posted: Jun 7 2008, 05:29 AM


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where did chap 23 go?? tongue.gif:P

ZOMG Cosworth twin cam FTW... MOAR PLZ!! biggrin.gif
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I dunno if this'll be the last chapter, or if I'll do an epilouge, so keep checking for updates. grin2.gif

Chapter 25: Finish Him

By the ending straightaway of Route 129, the rumors were true; both Keisuke and Dru had broken the 9-minute record that was set on this road. “No way,” Twitch said to Deuce at the finish line while sitting on the hood of his RSX. “Of course they would break into the 9-minute range,” Deuce said, “That’s what they’re built to do; Dru’s car especially. Still, I will admit that Keisuke had one helluvan uphill battle against his own car.” “That’s because it isn’t built for mountain passes like this,” Twitch replied. “Exactly,” Deuce stated with wisdom, “From battle #1, Keisuke had to adapt to the ever-changing characteristics of his car. After the first battle in which he had very little experience on the first track, he began to practice frantically at Mullholland Drive. Remember that he was still driving a car specialized for top speed and GP-style tracks.

This round, he’s finally set up the way he wants to be; it’s a fast accelerating transmission mated to a detuned 302. The suspension is even set up to handle the fast changes; Gene installed a quick-turn mechanism and re-adjusted the camber to allow for better grip. What amazes me most is adaptation; a common trait of pro racers.” Deuce then looked at Twitch with a look that stated that he wasn’t bullshitting anyone, “He’s gonna go big, just you watch.”

“He’s pulling away!” Dru said, watching the taillamps of the ‘stang disappear into the night, “If he’s going this fast, he can’t escape passing the 1000-foot mark! Why is he doing this, though?” At an instant, however, Dru had a revelation. “He wants me to catch up!” he thought, “Keisuke doesn’t want this to end here! If I’m thinking this through, at the speed we’re going I oughtta catch up to him at the Fugitive Bridge! Well, Keisuke, I’m coming for you, and I’m giving everything I have!” The Spitfire began accelerating like an exotic Italian supercar, ready to finish this once and for all.

“This is the thirteen-mile marker!” someone at the marker said into a cell phone, “They’re coming up like bats outta hell! My God, they must be suicidal!!” At the marker, there was only a two-second gap between Keisuke and Dru. They were coming up fast on the Slide, a wide left before the mid-speed Fugitive Bridge. The Fugitive Bridge was a bridge over top a ravine that curved to the left. It was the single most dangerous curve for both drivers. Their cars were worn out and losing their edge. Keisuke’s brakes were once again beginning to fade, and Dru’s rear end was so loose that he drifted through each turn. The tires on either car weren’t doing great either. If they wanted to go all out anywhere else on the course, it’d be fine, but at the Fugitive Bridge, it’d be one helluva challenge for both.

“He’s here,” Keisuke thought, glad that he would face Dru on skill alone. His pride as a Japanese Hashiriya was still on the line; he wasn’t one to win on full-blown power. He wanted to finish this like the Samurai in a Kurosawa film or the gunfighters in an old Western movie. It’d be a showdown to determine who was the best of the best. “Alright then, Dru-san,” Keisuke said, “Let’s see how well you are in this situation.”

At that, he smashed on the gas as they went through the Slide. “He’s mad!” Dru thought, “Unless he’s trying for an…inertia drift! That’s it!” Inertia drifting was the first thing that exposed Keisuke to his future that might include a racing deal with Super Autobacs. It was a fitting move to end his journey in America. Just as Dru anticipated, Keisuke let off the gas, and swung the car to the left at the three-quarter point of the Slide. “Gonna slide in the middle of an opposite turn, I see,” Dru wondered, “Well, here I go!” The Spitfire, all under Dru’s control, swung to the left at the point in which he’d be performing a straight-line drift entry. Years after the race, Dru stated that when they were both straight-line drifting parallel, it was the single greatest moment in his driving career.

It was Keisuke’s shining moments in America, too. Coming into the turn, both drivers were still running at close to full speed. Smoke was permeating the dark night as they spun the rear tires. “I got him!” Dru thought as he began passing Keisuke. Fate had different plants, though. The tires on his Spitfire were worn thin. He was struggling to keep it through the turn. “No!” Dru said, No, no, no, no, NO! Why now? Why the f**k now?!” He let off the gas just long enough to let Keisuke get a lead that was too commanding to make up in the last half of the turn. Dru was beaten; the Jersey Devil was defeated by a new legend.
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Amazing conclusion. Simply amazing.

If by some chance you're working on an epilouge, I'll be waiting patiently.
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what a way to go out.... awesome conclusion, although im hoping theres at least a small epilogue of some sort...

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