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ARAKITA YASUTOMO [YOWAMUSHI PEDAL] Tracking: arukityasutomo

[arukityasutomo]

PSA

This is shit:

This is the shit:

Arakita, out.

[arukityasutomo]

Let's eat each other

[notburger]

"What the…?"

There were two kinds of people that Rano hated: people who did reckless things without any reason, and people who didn’t know how to take a joke. The biker kid who now pulled up beside him at the edge of the intersection clearly possessed both of those qualities, and the abrasive comment that erupted from his mouth—dumbass!—did more than just make Rano’s blood boil.

Was he really just challenged to a race? Between his motorcycle and the road bike, the handicap seemed impossible… The kid must have been pretty confident in his cycling skills, or incredibly stupid to think that he could even hope to win a race like this. And if the latter was the case, Rano wasn’t about to let a chance to crush his naivety slip through his fingers.  

Well, that settled it, then.

Rano pulled his visor up slightly, his eyes meeting the teen’s and emitting a fiery-hot rivalry.

"You’re on, you little shit."

In that moment, as if on cue, the stoplight’s hues flashed from red to green. Rano wasted no time in accelerating, his motorcycle’s engine roaring as he began to speed along the street. The road ahead of him ended in a sharp turn, followed by a downward slope.

Rano knew that cyclists could be quick, but there was no way in hell that his competitor could outmatch the sheer velocity of mechanized horsepower. He’ll only last the next thirty blocks, Rano reasoned to himself. The church in question was farther down the road, but that alone didn’t mean that he would go easy. He’d show his road rival not to bite off more than he could chew…

[arukityasutomo]

The other biker had a head start, with the motorized acceleration, and he stayed in the lead... for a while.

Yasutomo trailed behind. He pedaled forward, but he only kept up to the other without ever being able to close the distance. At the curve, he also missed his cue to cut ahead. He didn't see the need to, actually. It was troublesome to get serious too early, he had only just eaten and, well, quite frankly, he never doubted in his ability to overtake the red-head when it'll count. 

Along the way, they passed a couple: one looked like Toudou in a dress and the other looked like a posh version of me.

But then it hit him. Something important that he forgot to take care of before this race even began... This time, Yasutomo wouldn't miss his cue. Impatient, he switched to a higher gear and accelerated before he reached the slope. With the gravity pushing at his back, he bustled down the road, his eyes only keeping focus on his opponent. Fifteen meters, ten, five... He turned and turned the pedals, quickly closing the gap between them, until he carved his way right next to that red biker.

"Hey, kind of forgot to set a prize, huh?" The high schooler conversed nonchalantly, then paused quickly enough. He actually also forgot to think about what he wanted to exchange for the certain victory, but there wasn't a need to think too extravagantly. "Bepsi..."

"Ah yeah, a Bepsi will do. If I win, you're buying me a Bepsi. Fair enough?"

[arukityasutomo]

Let's eat each other

[notburger]

Navigating a way through the city proved to be a frustrating task, one that Rano was not particularly enjoying at the moment. Not surprising, considering the fact that he’d only began his new residency just a few days prior. Maps never did mix will with him, so up until now he relied solely on familiar landmarks to help guide him through the streets.

Today was no different, and after an unsuccessful attempt at gathering any new leads in his investigation, Rano decided to stop by a burger NOT BERGER joint to eat away his troubles. By the time he finished, it was already starting to get late, so he promptly made his way back to the parking lot where he left his motorcycle earlier.

As he mounted his ride, he realized he wasn’t alone.

Rano looked up, his eyes taking note of a black-haired teen standing a small distance away. It would appear that they both were heading home from a meal at the diner, unaware of the other’s presence. At the teen’s side, and stationed against a bike rack, was a road racer. The bike’s frame was a deep teal, contrasted by the bold black logo—BIANCHI—that ran across its down tube. So the kid was a cyclist?

Rano himself took great interest in bikes, though not quite the manual ones. There wasn’t anything wrong with them; they did their job well and promoted a healthier lifestyle, but motorcycles were just…better. 

"Hey," smirking a little, he spoke aloud to the stranger in front of him as he began turning on his motorcycle’s ignition. "Nice bike, man. Maybe one day you’ll even get one of these babies.”

Revving the engine once, twice, Rano pressed his foot down onto the accelerator, speeding off from the parking lot. Vrrrrroooom….

[arukityasutomo]

It echoed, oh, it echoed and resonated through Yasutomo's mind loud and clear. Had it been a simple passing innocent comment, he would have let it go like the good and responsible adult that he was (not yet but--), but what just happened was far from being innocent. It was an insult. Worse yet, a declaration of war. As a man, there was no way in hell he could let this end without getting the last word.  

Without a second to spare, Yasutomo mounted his bike and took off on the chase. The other rider had a head start, but no matter where he went, the motorcycle's fault of being obnoxiously loud would never fail to give away his position. 

And the other never could get very far despite his flashy exit from earlier. Having stopped at the red light just ahead, Yasutomo weaved in and out of the stopped cars, a reckless move, just to stop right next to the stranger who too quickly declared the superiority of his motorbike over road racers. First things first, before declaring his intent, he had to let out his personal bit.

"No one wants your shit, you DUMBASS!" Yasutomo scoffed without restraint. He knew he couldn't completely blame the biker for reacting the way he did considering his own actions, but every now and then, he would feel kindhearted enough to be willing to give the populace a valuable lesson. He motioned forward, pointing at the church with its cross standing out high above the other buildings.

"Ya got time to play? Your bike against mine. Simple, yeah?"

[arukityasutomo]

Climber's low

[pocarisweating-blog]

Giving an airy laugh and the tilt of his head in question, Manami didn’t catch that hint of irritation, easily catching up to Yasutomo’s pace with little to no effort. Wow, just what were the odds of seeing one of his former teammates here..? That was really something! Manami had come to this place of his own volition, but to think he hadn’t been the only one with the idea of a fresh start… It was heart warming, somewhat. Perhaps the close bonds he was meant to carry on with were worth preserving after all. 

 ”—You say that,” Manami started, looking over with large, earnest eyes. ”… but there must’ve been some reason we were drawn here, don’t you think?” Or perhaps it was just fate, but Manami resisted—he wasn’t so oblivious as to make such an open romantic comment as that. Surely the elder would be grateful for the relent as well.  "I’m glad to see a face I know around these parts!" Now neck and neck, the cool wind blowing past them and through his hair and open collared shirt, he was reminded of that certain tid-bit he had received the other day, deciding to make it a point of conversation. "Did you hear though? I heard that there’s a mountain range somewhere close to a place called the Toshi City shrine.. Doesn’t that sound like the perfect place to cycle, Senpai?"

[arukityasutomo]

How dare you narrate using my first name, you shit kouhai

"Reason? Who taught you to talk like that?" Yasutomo asked, challenging the junior's musing. Now he was being pulled into another of the boy's daydreams, wasn't he? Manami always had his head up there, somewhere among the clouds. His speech and ideas often reflected it too, along with his laid back attitude. 

"Ya keep talking like there's something more out there. I got here by my own volition and if I still can't shake you off my leg, then so be it." On the other hand, Yasutomo himself was more the physical, the down-to-earth type. It was no wonder the two often clashed, or more accurately, it was no wonder the senior often felt compelled to scold him for taking everything too easily.

"I’m glad to see a face I know around these parts!"

At the statement, Yasutomo only clicked his tongue in response, then turned his head away. Coincidentally, what Manami just told him was the exact same thought he had earlier. It was nothing worth considering, yet still, he felt his own pride being flattered. Still, not in a million years would he ever admit anything of the sort to that impertinent kid. 

"Ah yeah, I saw something about that." The elder replied more freely to this subject, recalling the few pamphlets he read upon his move. "It's some distance from here, so I have yet to bother to get there. When are you planning to go?"

[arukityasutomo]

Let's eat each other

Yasutomo walked out of a burger joint mildly content. It was what it was, fast food in the quality of the fast food industry's norm. 'It was okay' would be how he'd qualify his experience. There were simply things he was more passionate about in life. And one of them was parked right in front of the store.

Pulling out a small key from his pocket, the teen played with it, throwing it up in the air then catching it again, until he arrived in front of his bike. He quickly scanned it, from the top at the handlebar to the back wheel. Nothing was missing nor scratched, to his relief. Had anything happened to it, he would be ready start a headhunt right away. Just as he was opening the lock on his bike, he took notice of another male also getting on his ride just behind him. The ride, however, was quite the flashy motorcycle. It was still nothing that impressed him terribly, he could say. Once upon a time, it was true he wished he possessed one of those, but as it turned out, road racers were all he needed. Reminiscing on the past, he let out a chuckle. 

That is-- if he could find a reason to feed his passion again, then that would be ideal. Until then, this was going to be another mundane ride home.

[arukityasutomo]

Climber's low

[pocarisweating-blog]

The conditions today were just perfect for biking, and though he had yet to find out the sweet spots in Toshi, the tiny referral given to him by a pleasant acquaintance had been a literal godsend. Riding in the tight public streets had been quite the turn off, and though just cycling brought Manami joy, he wouldn’t be able to last very long without that certain freedom that a hill or open road brought. He had gotten up fairly early too, heading over to those spacious slopes located just around Toshi Academy. 

This might even give me more incentive to actually attend class if there’s bike paths so conveniently nearby! …Or not, eheh. Speeding through every twist and turn, the wind was at Manami’s beck and call, pedaling faster and harder than ever before. It was something he had taken for granted, getting continuously stuck in the public passage ways, but now that he could cut loose, he was going to go at it until he was absolutely spent. Pushing himself to the limits, feeling that incredible burn throughout every muscle and joint… That was truly living.  Not even an hour passing, the sound of another bicycle caught Manami’s ears, curiosity taking a hold of him as he chased down the source. Maybe he could get some company… Riding with a buddy was always a pleasure, after all! Zipping up the steeper slope, the mystery cyclist in question was just up ahead, Manami bee-lining it as he gave a friendly wave. Oh… that was…

 ”Yo~☆! Nice weather, huh?”

[arukityasutomo]

Yasutomo was not going to wait for the person behind him, but he would be lying if he said he was not curious for one bit. During his stay here in Toshi city, he witnessed maybe one or two other cyclists, but from the build of their bikes, it was obvious they were only normal city-dwellers. He wasn't hoping for much, but it would be savior if it could be someone interesting. When the other finally came into range, he peeked to the back and what he found was... a sight in no way unfamiliar to him. 

"Haah? It's only you, Manami." Yasutomo said with a hint of complaint in his voice. "There are better ways to greet your upperclassman, you blockhead." 

His eye twitched at the greeting. That same silhouette, those ever-messy hair, that smile and that attitude showing as if he never had a single worry in the world... Not needing to act any familiar with this little one, the senior turned his attention to the road in front of him. What was he even being all sparkly about, he asked himself, slightly ticked. Just seeing the junior act so radiant was enough to wear him down. 

At the same time, well, it wasn't entirely bad to be in the company of a familiar scent.

"It's boring over here," the elder confided. "With roads like these, no wonder nobody picked up riding in this damn city."

[yu-nishinoya-blog]

"Hey man, it was an accident…"

Nishinoya frowns, not appreciating this guy’s attitude. Nevertheless, he shrugs it off, until he gets the jersey thrown right back at him. Nishinoya puts it back into his bag, exclaiming.

"If ya didn’t want something to clean up with than fine, I was just tryin’ to be polite here!!"

[arukityasutomo]

"Tch-- As if that was gonna make a difference." Yasutomo pulled on his shirt by the collar, shaking it lightly to dry it off however he could. Whether he used the other's jersey or not, he would still be having a pleasant time feeling sticky all the way from the academy to his apartment.

"At least be careful from now on. There's not just you in this school," he said as he turned back to the other boy. Finally he took notice of his features. Short. And possibly athletic if his belongings and equipment in the bag were considered in the equation. "You, a first-year or some'?"

[arukityasutomo]

Climber's low

It was another one of those days, an unbusy morning spent doing rounds on his bicycle at the hill near the school ground. It was nothing compared to Mount Hakone, but so far, it sufficed. It sufficed because by the time the hill was covered, Yasutomo was about sick of this regimen. There was no club activity to attend (like hell he'd join other clubs), no race to look forward to and his former captain was nowhere to keep him in check.

Having crossed the hill's peak, the descent was in view. He considered heading back; doing another round would be troublesome and it was nearly lunchtime in any case. On the way down, he ceased his pedaling, only letting gravity pull him forward. For a short moment, all he heard were the sounds of his own wheels turning, but a certain noise coming from far behind him began to catch his attention.

"Another bike...?" For certain there was nobody behind him all the way during the course. That was unless... someone managed to catch up during the climb.

[yu-nishinoya-blog]

Nishinoya’s initial reaction was to yell, until he realizes the fault was his. His bag is thrown to the ground, as he starts waving his hands frantically, forming some kind of apology. ” Sh-it!! Sorry!!” he shouts, instantly dropping to find a towel or t-shirt or something in his bag.

Finding his jersey, he tosses it up to the other, muttering more apologies. 

[arukityasutomo]

"Darn it-- These excitable kids, seriously..."  

Had his attacker not shown immediate remorse, Yasutomo would have had a lot more to say. Still, at the end of the day, all that happened was that he spilled a bit of soft drink on himself and the shirt was going straight into the basket of dirty clothes anyways. An apology was expected but the other was getting worked up for more than it was worth. And there was maybe also Yasutomo himself who looked more angry than he really was.

"The heck ya want me to do with your jersey? I don't need it." In fear of staining this otherwise clean jersey, he quickly threw it right back at the other boy.

[yu-nishinoya-blog]

Yuu leaves the gymnasium in a superb mood, whistling as he shuts the door behind him. The breeze of the early evening air is refreshing against his sweaty skin and he can’t wait to take a shower, preferring the mansion’s  nicer facilities. Slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder, he makes his descent. 

[arukityasutomo]

Now, Yasutomo expected nothing but the sounds that he knew by heart. After the jingling of the coin as it fell into vending machine and a moderately loud banging noise, a cold can of Bepsi should be falling out of the trap. 'Anytime now, anytime now...' And when he finally pulled out the treasure, it was as if he could forget the pain he went through when he had to force himself out of bed this morning to attend the classes that he did not want to take. Just as the senior opened the can, a heavy bag hit him from behind. 

"Shit--!" Losing his grip from the can, Yasutomo did what he could to catch it back, but half of the content had already splashed the two strangers... 

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