DISCLAIMER: All original characters of Initial D belong to Shigeno Shuichi. Much Respect. Enjoy!
CHAP 1: GOOD MORNING
CHAP 1 RATING: PG
It was Keisuke Takahashi's turn to collect the household's clothing laundry today. He had a scowl on his face as he un-clipped more clothes off the clothing line in their spacious backyard. He started mumbling under his breath as Ryousuke came outside from the double patio doors with a breakfast tray.
"Brother! Why the hell did you wake me up to do this shit?!" whined Keisuke. Ryousuke had his leg crossed over the other as he looked up from his newspaper, with fresh brewed coffee in the other hand, and glared at Keisuke.
"It's already 10:30, Keisuke. I thought I told you the complications we will be facing from now on without maids running around the house. Father and mother had made it clear last night...we both need to strive for independence awhile until they return from their business trip to London. Upon their arrival, including your bedroom, I want this house to be speckless, nonetheless." said Ryousuke, with a hint of distaste on the last sentence. He took a sip from his cup as he stood from the chair and gracefully began to arrange the breakfast he had made for Keisuke and him. He had spent at least two hours cleaning up the kitchen and he was not in his greatest mood either. Keisuke, still speechless from his brother's morning lecture, was getting more than impatient with the clothespin he was currently trying to unclasp, he yanked Ryousuke's pine-green silk boxers off the clothespin and ripped a chunk. Ryousuke shot him a stern look upon the sound of his boxers ripping.
"Uhhh...sorry...", Keisuke started with a sly grin on his face, ruffling his messy morning hair with one hand and holding up the green rag in the other, "....since when DID we have this much laundry? Besides, it's only OUR laundry....well, Tsugumi's too....Hey, speaking of her, where is she? Shouldn't she be the one helping since she comes over almost everyday and gets free tuition from you, bro?" Keisuke stated as he carried two baskets full of clothes to Ryousuke's direction.
"Tsugumi has saturday school, remember? She can help if she wants to. Your breakfast is getting cold, fold the laundry later." said Ryousuke, trying to sound casual. Deep down, he wanted Keisuke to try his culinary skills. He hasn't made anything half decent since childhood cookies, but that was when Otou-san helped him. A sly smile appeared on his face as he recalled those memories of cooking, while accidentally taking a big swig out of his hot liquid. He groaned out loud in pain, as closed his eyes.
"Ha ha ha, bro...smooth...veeerrry smoooooth." cooed Keisuke as he laughed some more. Ryousuke reopened his eyes and shot him a death glare. If there was one thing he hated in life, it was being laughed at. Keisuke grinned and stick his tongue out as he took a seat across from Ryousuke and stared at his food. Ryousuke took a bite of his french toast and started to read the newspaper again. Keisuke had started to poke his scrambled eggs around on his plate. He wrinkled his nose and made a face. "Bro, why are the eggs rubbery? My toast is black as an ugly GT-R that one asshole drives and my pancakes look like huge potato chips....OH, did YOU cook?!" asked Keisuke, gawking.
"As a matter of fact, I did, Keisuke. Tell me, do your culinary skills exceed mine? I think not, so you better stop the mockery, or else..." said Ryousuke, still expressionless.
"Oooo, a threat....." mumbled Keisuke playfully under his breath after Ryousuke turned back to his newspaper.
"I heard that..." mumbled Ryousuke, not taking his eyes off his newspaper, as he turned the page to the automoblie section.
CHAP 2: TO WASH, OR NOT TO WASH?
CHAP 1: GOOD MORNING
CHAP 1 RATING: PG
It was Keisuke Takahashi's turn to collect the household's clothing laundry today. He had a scowl on his face as he un-clipped more clothes off the clothing line in their spacious backyard. He started mumbling under his breath as Ryousuke came outside from the double patio doors with a breakfast tray.
"Brother! Why the hell did you wake me up to do this shit?!" whined Keisuke. Ryousuke had his leg crossed over the other as he looked up from his newspaper, with fresh brewed coffee in the other hand, and glared at Keisuke.
"It's already 10:30, Keisuke. I thought I told you the complications we will be facing from now on without maids running around the house. Father and mother had made it clear last night...we both need to strive for independence awhile until they return from their business trip to London. Upon their arrival, including your bedroom, I want this house to be speckless, nonetheless." said Ryousuke, with a hint of distaste on the last sentence. He took a sip from his cup as he stood from the chair and gracefully began to arrange the breakfast he had made for Keisuke and him. He had spent at least two hours cleaning up the kitchen and he was not in his greatest mood either. Keisuke, still speechless from his brother's morning lecture, was getting more than impatient with the clothespin he was currently trying to unclasp, he yanked Ryousuke's pine-green silk boxers off the clothespin and ripped a chunk. Ryousuke shot him a stern look upon the sound of his boxers ripping.
"Uhhh...sorry...", Keisuke started with a sly grin on his face, ruffling his messy morning hair with one hand and holding up the green rag in the other, "....since when DID we have this much laundry? Besides, it's only OUR laundry....well, Tsugumi's too....Hey, speaking of her, where is she? Shouldn't she be the one helping since she comes over almost everyday and gets free tuition from you, bro?" Keisuke stated as he carried two baskets full of clothes to Ryousuke's direction.
"Tsugumi has saturday school, remember? She can help if she wants to. Your breakfast is getting cold, fold the laundry later." said Ryousuke, trying to sound casual. Deep down, he wanted Keisuke to try his culinary skills. He hasn't made anything half decent since childhood cookies, but that was when Otou-san helped him. A sly smile appeared on his face as he recalled those memories of cooking, while accidentally taking a big swig out of his hot liquid. He groaned out loud in pain, as closed his eyes.
"Ha ha ha, bro...smooth...veeerrry smoooooth." cooed Keisuke as he laughed some more. Ryousuke reopened his eyes and shot him a death glare. If there was one thing he hated in life, it was being laughed at. Keisuke grinned and stick his tongue out as he took a seat across from Ryousuke and stared at his food. Ryousuke took a bite of his french toast and started to read the newspaper again. Keisuke had started to poke his scrambled eggs around on his plate. He wrinkled his nose and made a face. "Bro, why are the eggs rubbery? My toast is black as an ugly GT-R that one asshole drives and my pancakes look like huge potato chips....OH, did YOU cook?!" asked Keisuke, gawking.
"As a matter of fact, I did, Keisuke. Tell me, do your culinary skills exceed mine? I think not, so you better stop the mockery, or else..." said Ryousuke, still expressionless.
"Oooo, a threat....." mumbled Keisuke playfully under his breath after Ryousuke turned back to his newspaper.
"I heard that..." mumbled Ryousuke, not taking his eyes off his newspaper, as he turned the page to the automoblie section.
CHAP 2: TO WASH, OR NOT TO WASH?