Disclaimer: Don't own, but if I ever see Takeshi (Zack) I swear Shuichi Shigeno is never getting him back.
Note: For my purposes in this story, the crash with Takeshi's S13 was more serious than in the manga. Anything medical is probably made up off the top of my head cuz I can't remember the specifics, so don't believe any of it.
Myogi's Black Thunder
The rough feel of the seat against his back was a welcome escape for Nakazato Takeshi's mind to focus on, interupting the thoughts spinning madly around in his head. He felt sick, his stomach twisting as he sat sat motionless in the driver's seat of his GT-R. Takahashi Keisuke had beaten him, on his own home course. It was the third loss in a row and it grated on his already stressed mind. He opened his eyes and looked over at his teammates through the windshield. They were silent for the most part, taking the lead of Takeshi's second Shingo Shoji, who was sitting casually on the hood of his SiR2 watching the motionless black car before him.
His lip curled. He had a feeling that Shingo was going to try something. That smug look on the other Night Kid's face was a look usually reserved for when Shingo believed he had one-upped Takeshi. He sighed and rolled his head to the left, his eyes closing as he focused on the sound of his engine ticking steadily as it cooled. The sound for him was like a balm on his mind, soothing the migraine he could feel building up behind his eyes.
Feeling like he had gotten himself under suitable control, he open the door and stepped out, the wind catching his hair and blowing it forwards to cover his eyes. Shingo made a noise of satisfaction and pushed himself up off the hood of his car.
"Oi, Nakazato! We," Takeshi looked up sharply, his eyes burning into Shingo's. "The team and I," he ammended, "have something we'd like to tell you."
Takeshi cocked his head, an unreadably expression on his face. The migraine was building with every word that came out of Shingo's mouth, throbbing behind his eyes painfully enough to make his vision fuzz.
"We want you out of the Night Kids."
Takeshi stumbled.
"What!" He looked around at the faces of his teammates. Most had the decency to look guilty and dropped their gazes, unable to meet their leader's eyes. The rest stared defiantly at him, disgust in their eyes as Shingo explained.
"You go around saying how you are the best driver on Myogi, unbeatable. But a rich, snob just beat you on our own course! You always ask for perfection from us, yet you lose to cars like that yellow rich boy vehicle and that 86?" He crossed his arms, and straightened in an unconscious attempt to lord over Takeshi.
"You're not worthy to be our leader."
Something snapped audibly in his head, the pain from the migraine amplifing enough to black his vision entirely before disappearing completely. His voice was low and angry with an almost seductive edge when he spoke.
"And you are?"
Shingo regarded him silently, a tingle running up his spine telling him that something was wrong. Takeshi's eyes were burning into his, and from the close range he could see that Takeshi's pupils had narrowed into pinpricks. His entire body had tensed, his hands fisted by his sides.
Takeshi focused past him on his team mates.
"You're kicking me out?" His loud voice silenced the parking lot. "I made this team! I chose you all to be a part of the Night Kids, and you chose Shingo over me!" He stepped forwards, the force of his anger making the entire team step back.
Shingo kept his voice steady, hearing the whispers of the other teams carried to his ears by the wind. This was not meant to be this public.
"This is a group decision. We don't want to see you on Myogi again or we'll take action."
Takeshi threw his head back and laughed. The whispers silenced at the dark sound and all eyes focused on the Night Kids team leader. Takeshi stepped forward.
"You'll - take - action, will you!" The spaces between the words mocked him. "What are you going to do to me? Push me over the cliff!" Takeshi was an inch away from Shingo's face so suddenly that he flinched back, the tingle getting stronger as he focused on the dark eyes so close to his. The emotions there froze him to the spot. Hatred. Sheer, seething hatred blazed out of those heavily lashed black eyes. Takeshi smiled and leaned forwards, his lips just brushing Shingo's ear, making him shudder.
"I dare you."
Takahashi Keisuke turned to his brother as they watched the Night Kids get into their cars and leave, Nakazato Takeshi still standing silently in front of his car. Ryosuke was watching the ex. Night Kids leader closely.
"Well, that was the worst idea they've ever had." He turned and started towards his car. The yellow FD parked beside his brother's car a few feet away.
"Wait Keisuke." He turned to look questioningly at his brother. Ryosuke nodded towards Nakazato.
"I don't like the look of this. Let him go first."
"Aniki...?"
"You remember the crash Nakazato had in his S13, don't you Keisuke?" Ryosuke glanced over at Keisuke, the rest of the RedSuns gathering around to listen. Keisuke nodded.
"Yeah, it was a bad one. Completely totalled the car. He was in a coma for 3 weeks 'cause of the head injuries." Ryosuke turned back to watch Takeshi get into his GT-R.
"When he woke, Nakazato was diagnosed with an emotional disorder due to trauma. It mimics a split personality in that depending on which side you are dealing with, he seems like a completely different person. It's not actually another personality, it is still just him, but the emotions that he is capable of showing are different. The main 'personality' is his normal self, easy going with a quick but short temper. Positive emotions mostly." He shook his head.
"I believe this is the other 'personality'." Keisuke tilted his head.
"It has all the other emotions right? The negative ones like Rage, Hatred, depression, etc." He thought about it.
"Those emotions would drive him insane wouldn't they?"
The roar of an RB26 DETT engine drowned out Ryosuke's answer. The Skyline was the type of car that seemed to react to the driver's emotions as well as his driving, and the car before them pretty much proved it. The normally smooth sound was twisted into a Dragon's roar as the lights came on.
The car floored it backwards towards the small break in the guardrail, that was the entrance to the parking lot. The wheels twisted a few feet before the opening, spinning the car violently around twice, the weight shifting the car from being balanced on four tires to two, the sides switching as the tires skipped. It barely scraped through without touching the guardrail, the tires shrieking as the whole car slid sideways and came to a stop facing down the mountain, perfectly aligned in the proper lane. The tires squealed and spun a few moment before gripping and sending the powerful 4WD barrelling down the road, nearly taking out the rail on the first turn before it disappeared from sight.
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This is my first Initial D fic, please tell me what you think!