Author's Note: Dear Guest: I guess they will meet again soon :), but we'll see what happens. And as always, thank you very much to you for your time and reading. Greetings. n.n
9.- Legendary Winner Smile.
A few hours before the Suzuka race, Francesco announced his retirement from it by sudden illness, the truth was that he was completely healthy physically; only spirit was shattered, after the last few days.
He also announced the breakdown of his relationship with Gina, not publicly; only he told Giuseppe, finally told him everything. Meanwhile Gina doesn't return to Italy yet, stayed in Japan, recording the commercial that said. The brunette girl was going to Towkyo with her new conquest, and obviously they would go together, because he was her manager.
The Italian man spent those two days locked in the hotel room, asked for a change of the above, he could not stay there, not after what had happened.
That weekend the race, Kaori and her children traveled to Suzuka, invited by Shu and Chuki. They were staying with them for those few days, the redhead only agreed because her friend then went to celebrate something important, also because Francesco announced his retirement and knew that this would be fine. Lucciano was very excited, from the stands was pointing and naming each driver that he could recognize.
Garou was with them, sitting next to Luccia, he liked the girl since he saw her the first time, and he did not stop to look at her.
- Why do you look at me so much? Is it because I'm pretty? I know I am, but you don't need to follow me everywhere with the view, maybe someone else wants to look at me and you scared that someone. - Luccia spoke to Garou, with certain arrogance.
- Uh... Yeah, sorry. - The little Todoroki was ashamed and looked at the ground, sometimes Kaori could not prevent her daughter was expressed in a way, she was getting very pretentious.
- Luccia, you do not be rude to your host. – Kaori said to her girl.
-Do not worry Kaori -san , it was my fault . - Garou looked at the redhead with a smile. She returned it.
- Ow, Garou , you're a very sweet boy . - Kaori came over and patted his hand gently. She then turned her gaze to the track, the official race was about to begin.
Chuki came running from the other side of the stands and watching others, seeking her seat next to her son.
-Hello! Sorry I'm late... phew. - Took a breath as she sat. - I had something important to do, thanks for taking care of Garou, Kaori. - Smiles and hugs her little one.
-It's okay, Chuki, he behaves very well, is very quiet. - Tells the redhead. And Garou is proud of himself.
-Thanks for this, Mom, but it sad that Francesco Bernoulli is retired, but still I'm excited. - Discuss Lucciano.
- Why did you have to mention Francesco Bernoulli? - Kaori whispers, lowering her head slightly.
- What do you say, Mom? - Lucky had not heard good.
-N... nothing, nothing... hehe, you should only thanked Chuki for the invitation, after all she and her husband sent us the tickets. – Fixed how she can the situation.
- It's true! Chuki-san thanks you very much. - For the customs of his Japanese upbringing, Lucky approached to the pink-haired and makes a little bow of thanks.
-You're welcome, sweetie, for me it was a pleasure. – Smiles the Japanese woman, too much, as if she brings something in mind.
At the hotel, Francesco was still back in bed in his pajamas, staring with empty eyes, when suddenly someone knocks on the door of the room, pulling him out of his trance, he would not answer, but who was knocking, insisted. The racer had to get up to open the door.
- That annoying... - Growls but eventually opens it.
- Ciao! – Goes in the room, without notice, authoritative, a man almost as tall as Francesco, light hair combed back, and bluish green eyes, dressed in burgundy colored two-piece suit and under the jacket, a black shirt and stylish expensive shoes.
- Oh, Carlo. - Francesco said to his countryman, unsurprisingly.
Carlo Maserati worked with him, was his stellar mechanic, was very attractive, looked elegant and neat, but I loved being among engines no matter how dirty it sounded, he was a true genius in the subject.
- Do not you invite me to sit down or something? – Maserati smiles, and then takes a look around the room. - Please, you do not even open the curtains. What a mess. - Walking to the windows of the room to open the curtains to let a little step the light and the air from outside air, around there.
- Why did you come here? I do not think just to vent this place. - Francesco turned his steps, about to enter the bedroom again, but better sat on the arm of a chair in the room, watching what Carlo was doing.
- Giuseppe asked me to come, he is very concerned about you, and you here like a mess. In the lobby, the receptionist told me you do not want that maids come and clean here. - Carlo sat on a chair, in front of Francesco, the blonde's face showed no not even a little sorry for him or compassion, but a smile he expected a good response from the racer.
- Why does not come Giuseppe in person? And I do not need anyone in this hotel to come, I can be thrown here if I want, and I paid for that. And clean? Clean what? I did not remove anything here. - Francesco finished, very reluctantly; it was rare to see him like that. It was not uncommon on him to be irritated, but seeing him so depressed and careless of himself, his hair had lost some luster, his face had grown an inch of facial hair after those two days doing nothing.
Carlo laughed softly.
- What are you laughing at? - Francesco growled.
- Giuseppe told me everything what happened, but I do not laugh by making fun of you, do not worry, only to see your mess, thinking that people admire you, do not ever imagine you in this way. By the way, your boss did not come because he was present in the race, the reporters asking about you, and Giuseppe supports you saying you're with fever or something. - Carlo crossed his arms, without stopping to look at Francesco and then continued. - Stay calm, nobody knows you're here, well, only Giuseppe and I, some people here in the hotel…. You get into the more hidden hotel room and what your actual situation is also safe with two of us, you know us, we will not go telling all your wrong record out there. –
- Wrong record? That's a funny phrase. – Francesco said breath and dropped from arm of the chair to the seat, with all possible laziness.
- You should be thankful, oh and anyway. - Carlo gets a hand inside his elegant dress jacket and pulls out a paper, it was a letter. - Someone given it to me for you. - He gets up from the chair and goes to the racer with arm outstretched, offering the letter.
Francesco is inclined to take it, and just stared Carlo a moment, and soon returns to the letter again.
- Why did you see me in this way? I did not send it to you. Read the letter to out of doubt, not a joke - Maserati shrugged and turned an innocent smile, but it was true, he had not written it, Francesco looked at him, as if this was a joke.
- Why do you take my correspondence? Giuseppe usually handles this. - Asked Francesco. It is a bit strange, usually only were love letters from female fans almost he did not read. Unless it's too important, Motorosi was who took action on it.
- I did not take... Well, if you took it literally, but who gave it to me said it was urgent, or do you think that I wanted to get into your things on purpose? - Carlo sat down in the same chair as before.
Francesco complained silently, sighed, and after thinking about 15 seconds, decided to open the letter, the envelope flap…. could tell it was written by a woman.
The racer was reading the contents of the paper, and his eyes widened increasingly in every word. Lowering the paper up to his chin, stared at Maserati, and smiled brightly.
Carlo was surprised, had been a radical change in his partner a few minutes ago.
- Wow, the legendary winner smile appeared... Seems that things will improve, right? - asked the blond, returning a smile, was happy to see again that could be the last minutes of Francesco depression.
- Francesco is about to make a great entrance thanks to this letter... – Shook the letter a few times in the air, then immediately got up, walked into the bedroom and looked for clean clothes to take a bath.
- Oh, then you going out? Would I take you a ride? - Maserati followed him, watching him in every move; Carlo leaned with his shoulder in the doorway of the bedroom and crossed one leg on his other.
- Yes, Francesco has a lot to do, I'll take a bath and I will take a long time, so do not bother waiting for him. - He took his clothes and went to the bathroom, which was across the door that was on the side of the bed.
-All right, then I'm going... – Maserati said before his countryman goes to the bathroom. - Good luck champion, I will tell Giuseppe you feel better. - Carlo put his hands into the pockets of his pants, turned around and headed for the exit door. He agreed to have missed the race in exchange for making a messenger , it was worth it to see the team's star driver , would recover from this misstep, or at least that's what Maserati wanted to believe.
While he in the bathroom, Francesco thought about what he had said Chuki days ago, that day he was in her house when she said she would tell him where to find Kaori.
"I'll tell you... But I have a better idea, but I'll let you know the earliest, do not despair, I will comply with this, is a promise."- Were the words by Japanese woman, and it seems that he had submitted something right now.
Hours after the race finished, at home of Shu and Chuki, were preparing all for a small party, was the birthday of the reporter, her coworkers had gathered to buy a gift and bring a surprise birthday cake.
Many people was at Chuki house that night, especially adults, but Garou , Luccia and Lucciano were also there , together with the celebration, Shu had given permission for them to stay awake another moment without losing sight from the children.
Kaori felt a little uncomfortable, not like much being in crowds, and did not know if the gift she had bought to her friend, would like her, Chuki had many beautiful things , the pink-haired was very picky. The Japanese woman asked everyone to dress well for the occasion, she liked her parties were all very well elegants.
Chuki was wearing a pink and white dress with a fork in her curious pink hair, which were shaped like daisies, she really liked the flowers and pink heels strap above the ankles, made her look a 5 cm higher than it was. The truth is that she was a small woman, as a 5 feet, but Shu loved her , he was very tall, but always thought his wife looked very tender with her size and her innocent face, although it was only that because Chuki was a real sexual beast, a pretty daring woman.
Shu was dressing a white shirt and black pants in the back of the shirt had drawn the tribal Ka -Riu red dragon, it looked too much good and very great jet black long hair.
- Umm ... Shu, you look so sexy it makes me want to rip your clothes off and take you to the bed with me right now. - Chuki smiled, whispering, hugging her husband and settling her head on his chest. She also had a glass of champagne in one hand.
- Chuki, behave please, the kids are around here. - Looked away the Japanese racer, for him it was not time to discuss such things, not with so many people around.
- Yes, I know, sorry my love. - She laughed slowly and lets him go for a moment. Chuki looked at Kaori, who was sitting a little apart from everyone and went to see what was wrong. - Kaori? What is it? - She sat next to her friend.
- Nothing, I do not know what to do, just that. - The redhead shyly said, long ago that she was not in a party with many people. She wore a red dress with bare shoulders and skirt reached just above her knees, her shoes were black, with a low heel and a rose with a gem of fantasy in them, adorning the tip of each, she had her long red hair down for a special occasion, had a bit wavy with one of those rare devices for hair, Luccia helped her to do it, and her little daughter recommended wear earrings and a silver necklace to complement.
- Come on, you look great, come to make a toast with us, come on, come on. - Chuki took Kaori's hand and takes her to the table where the guests gathered to do a toast, for that great party.
The redhead nevertheless was not very enthusiastic, but the hostess did not, anyway took in her hands a cup of Champagne to accompany Chuki.
- Friends, over 30 years ago that came into the world the most beautiful woman that could hit this planet. - Chuki said to everyone.
- Not true. - Luccia whispered slowly and crossed her arms. - I 'm more cute and beautiful. -
-Luccia, shhh! - Lucciano covered her mouth with his hand.
She removed his hands from her mouth.
- Hey, do not do that... - She looks at him, a bit angry.
- Then behave like Mom said. - He replied at her.
- Thank you for coming tonight, was a pleasant surprise; I almost shed tears of happiness. Finished the pink-haired, would not extend anything, so she lifted her glass inviting others to do the same.
After the toast everyone began to disperse a little, to the food tables, to karaoke, or just to chat with a drink in the hand.
Five minutes later, someone took the doorbell. Chuki personally went to open the door, across the hall to the entrance, and greeted the newcomer.
-You're late to the main toast, but I forgive you because you are here. Come on in, please. - Said the Japanese woman.
- Thank you. - Enters a tall man with black hair and dark bight brown eyes, good dressed in an expensive suit without a tie and black shirt unbuttoned the top three eyelets, showing a little skin.
Chuki moved first, back to the room where the party was held, she announced someone.
-Sorry, I needed a friend more in this celebration. Please come in. - Offered the pink-haired to her newcomer.
All gave a look and many were surprised, it was really someone they did not expect to see.
-Wow! Francesco Bernoulli! - Lucciano jumped from his seat, and his smile lit up his whole face.
Francesco opened his eyes wide, his gaze went straight to give to that child who had called his name, and he was so surprised, then he looked deep, the rest of them seemed to have been erased at that moment, leaving only two of them in the place. He acknowledged that smile, which immediately made him, whispering a few words.
-Legendary winner smile... - The Italian man had recognized himself in that child, with curly black hair.
To be continued...
Disclaimer.
-Kaori, Luccia, Lucciano and Garou, are characters that belong to me and also this story. (c) Shadoru.
-Other character created belong to... (c) .
-Note: Carlo Maserati works not originally for Francesco Bernoulli team, but I wanted to give myself more paper here because this character somehow it was just an extra in the movie Cars 2, I love him and has a story that I like and I could not leave him out.