Author note:
Dear Guest: Thank you for stopping to read, here and the other site, and apologizes for not being able to upload the other chapters the last weekend. I had done something else with my time down, only had Sunday to rest and was very short for me. I was very sleepy when I was translating this chapter, I could finally finish today.
About the episode, yep, Jin will take a while to accept Francesco, but justice will be done, haha. The ticket, I had thought about doing something else with this. But in another episode, I don't like to leave things in the air. XD
As always thank you very much for your time, I'll try to update soon. Greetings. :)
20.- Misunderstood.
Francesco looked at the paper that Kaori gave him, one that was written in a vertical line with numbers that could be read from right to left, seemed to come to a kind of place, like a small map, anyway he did not understand.
- Why does it happen? - He asked to himself while he turned round the paper to find some sense.
- Want some help? – Someone asked behind him, a curious black haired girl, short, wearing a red dress full of ruffles, white buccaneer stockings those that reach just above the knees, tied with red ribbons on her thighs, white dots in her chest, burgundy leather shoes with cork soles that were grown her up 10 cm and on her head a red headband that remember those little maid hats, actually she looked like a little maid with everything she had on (Gothic Lolita Style). The Italian man turned around, he could not tell her curious style, but had to admit that she was beautiful.
- Do you speak English? What a relief! - Francesco smiled to her strange little saver. Little because despite her high -soled shoes, she was still lower than he, seeing her physically more or less… 20.
- Yes. - She smiled back. – I'm Nanakase Harumi. - She greeted. - I studied at the Academy of English - Japanese university campus is in Osaka in Kansai, so I have no problem... Are you not from around here, right? Well, that's clear. Can I help you? –
-Y... Yes please. - He'd been a little surprised; the girl gave him a thousand details just like that, as if she were talking to someone familiar. Even he was a public figure, meant she did not know who he was. – I need to know what these papers are. And I want to know how to get to the center of Osaka; I have to find someone there. - He holds the pieces of paper to the girl.
Harumi took the papers.
- This is a letter. Do you want me to read this? – Harumi asked.
- Yes, please. – Francesco answered.
She cleared her throat and began.
- "Dear Grandpa:
As every morning, before leaving home, we had to leave without being able to say "goodbye". But now Francesco will stay a moment. Please I ask you to behave well with him, knowing what you feel, but everyone made mistakes in life, I've done it myself and you too. Wish this morning could speak with him normally and if he needs help, I hope you can make it please answer his questions. I assure you that he will not cause problems, and I do not want you to give problems to him. In advance, thanks. Kaori. "- Harumi finished and look at Francesco. - That's what it says. - She shrugs.
- So, I should give it to the old man before I leaving there, even before he said a word. I'm an idiot... No, I'm not. How I could to know he was going to behave like that? Yesterday he put a friendly face. But I will not trust him, not again. - The racer started talking non-stop, for himself, forgetting for a moment that Harumi was at his side, which was weird.
- Hello? Sorry... - She shook her hand on front of his face, she felt a little uncomfortable, despite her appearance and everything she had on, seemed ironically invisible.
- Oh! Sorry, thank you so much for helping me with that... What about the other paper? What is it? - Looked back at her, expectantly.
- Yes! Let me see... - Observes. – Are addresses, one is of a house in a suburb of Osaka, and the other is a coffee-restaurant that remains in the center. Although if you look here, on the back... It is written in English... – She turned the paper while teaching what it said back, clearly Francesco had not noticed it.
- Huh? – Took the notes and looked them again. - It's true, I did not realize, here are the directions to the house, and coffee and the phone number, directions... - Hell, I'm a fool, Kaori thought of everything to have an easy arrival. I will pay more attention next time. - The Italian racer finished saying that and turned his attention to Harumi. - Thanks again... Hey, you know? I'd like to take with me for the day. –
-What! But what are you saying? - The girl was startled and blushed. -
- What? - Francesco was a little confused, did not realize that his words seemed a hint. - I mean I could hire you as my interpreter, since I'm not from here, I need help to locate places, and you're very kind and you do not know who I am. So... -
- Francesco Bernoulli. - She cut him off, she knew who he was.
The racer had this time a neutral face.
-Then if you knew who I'm... - Answered as neutrally as expressed, knowing helped him in a way he thought, that if he had been someone else. Does she have helped him in the same way?
Harumi nodded and smiled again.
- A few years ago with some friends, went to the pre WGP party, that was fun, and we met all of you, we are fans of speed, we were really intrigued. Um, and my parents live a few blocks from here, when I saw you from afar I wondered: "Is it really him?" And yes, what a coincidence to find him hovering like nothing... - Took a breath before continue speaking. - And I accept to be your interpreter today, tomorrow or the time you need it. – She finished talking, radiant all the time.
- Thanks... Really. – He answered, while trying to match that story with one that had heard before from someone else. But... So much coincidence? Is it possible? Francesco thought to the air a couple of seconds when he turned his attention to Harumi again. - Would you go with me to this place? - He showed the address on the paper. - I want to find a couple of things. -
-Yes! With pleasure, we go there. - She pointed to her right a couple of blocks, and the two began to walk in that direction.
Meanwhile, in the cafe -restaurant where Kaori worked had been a pretty quiet morning. She picked up the empty cups and plates bring a clean table, leaving the place spotless for the next guests.
The place was located in a corner, in one of the main streets of Osaka center, was colorful and looked cozy with walls painted white peach and interleaving, adorned with pictures of some Japanese celebrities and on the shelves the boos had cups and bowls brought from different parts of the world, accompanied by the sound of morning news or the nice music from the radio, the curtains were half of window to let the light in from outside, with pastels tones, to not make the place as dark, dark brown individuals on tables varnished and other tables that were more familiar, the front door was double, but was only open one side of it, with a sign of: "Welcome" in several languages outside, and inside the typical bell wind that gave notice to a newcomer.
All of the redhead's coworkers were dressed in the same outfit, although she was a little higher than the others.
At that moment there were only two or three people having breakfast. One was a young woman with black hair, smooth and long, two-piece suit wearing jacket and brown skirt with matching high heels, wore air -framed glasses, looked very serious reviewing her laptop while drinking an espresso-coffee with assorted crackers bowl beside her, sitting next to one of the tables by the windows for better visibility of all.
Then there was another man, and quite old, about 50, of kind face with very dark skin under his dark hair, short, somewhat disheveled, because his job delivering the local newspaper in a specific neighborhood, was a regular of that cafe, always had time for a coffee-latte after a day's work early, he preferred a seat more alone from there, with a small but comfortable table for one, enjoy reading the same newspaper that he distributed.
And another younger boy sitting in the corner, also alone, flirting with one of the more novice waitress in the place. They seemed to be very comfortable. Although, it was a matter of time before the boss can to see them.
Kaori after returning from the kitchen approached the older man.
- Aori -san, I bother you a moment... Can I bring you something else for your coffee? - She asked smiling politely.
- Huh? Oh, no, thank you very much Kaori -chan, and I must return to work soon. - He left his newspaper a moment to answer to the redhead, smiling back.
- All right then, enjoy your reading, with permission. - She walked away to leave Mr. Aori to his quiet moment.
When after a few seconds, the bell rings, announcing the arrival of new people. The redhead turns to greet.
-Good morning, welco... Huh ? - She opened her eyes wide, and almost did not close her mouth; her body had stiffened, being as dresser dummy position, surprised to see who had arrived. Kaori almost run back to a room, near the kitchen, the break area for employees and other things.
She stayed in the room that served as a rest area, but before she took the broom from a clean closet, pretending she needed it. And he began to murmur, there, because at that time no one was around. - Francesco... That idiot! Why are you here? And how dare you? I turn my back for a moment, and he is accompanied by a pretty girl that I can ensure only just he met... He was going to pay me. -
-Kaori-san, excuse me; I need the broom, please... Kaori-san... - One of the younger girls was almost immediately next to the redhead girl looking that broom but obviously did not find it, so she went a little over the place, until she found her superior with the object between the hands. -Kao... Kaori-san? – The young girl put concern face, the expression of the redhead was so grim, and her eyes looked like they would throw out fire at any second.
-I'm going to kill him, that bastard, break this thing in his big head will not be enough punishment! - Gritting her teeth, with the broom in her hands, and her mind full of jealousy, Kaori did not listen to the girl, and broken in two the cleaning implement as if it were an easy thing. When in her ears she heard the "crack", reacted. - Huh? What do you said, Kumiko -chan? - Said in a calm voice, as if nothing had happened, looking at her companion.
Kumiko was a little scared, surprised by the ease with which her sempai broke the thick wood of the broom.
- Yes... I... The broom... I need... – The girl stammered, making a gesture with her hands, not really knowing what to do, versus what she saw.
- Oh, yes, of course... Take it. – Kaori gave Kumiko the two pieces of wood with a smile, and left the rest area a bit more relaxed.
-T ... thanks... - Still a bit stunned, the girl whispered, staying there and as forgetting what she had to do.
Immediately upon leaving the hall, the redhead came face to face with another coworker, who was looking for.
- Kaori, you here. – The woman said who looked at her with a hint of surprise.
- Huh? Akari? What? – Asked, raising an eyebrow.
- Outside someone asks for you, is a gaijin. - Akari said with a contemptuous tone.
The redhead hated that word, she and her children had heard it greatly, was an offense against people with Western features, naturally outside Japan, or mixture of blood from a person from the east and one west. Even for someone like her, for Japanese people, she was a disgrace, Kaori felt it was worthy of her place in that country, despite everything.
- Would you be more careful with your tongue, Akari? - Her tone was distinctly anger.
-I'm sorry. Really. - She felt really regret. - But, a person is waiting at the table 5, says it's urgent.
- Okay ... I'll see. - Before, she took a big, deep breath, trying to make her smile again arises. As Kaori walked up to the table five thought: - "So that cynical is looking for me, but is accompanied by another woman? How could he? Think about death is too bit... Grrr... Okay, Kaori, calm down... Facing this as a mature woman, give him the opportunity to speak first... Maybe everything has a reasonable explanation, and after you can make him suffer slowly! No, no, no... No, that is not me. "
Finally arriving at the table, cleared her throat, taking a quiet position, but inside she was like a mess.
- Good morning ... - Said in a neutral tone, trying to focus her eyes on one of the two on the table, but still could not.
- Hi Kaori. - The Italian racer was immediately stood up from his chair. - I finally found you. - Smiling, hugged her and placed her one kiss on each cheek, was like the typical European greeting, but a little more intense.
The redhead did not react to it, just put expression of not understanding anything, blushing.
While the other tables were watching carefully, the glasses girl by the window, hid behind the laptop monitor, Mr. Aori just dropped a little newspaper and laughed, finally, the young man at the other table felt the need do the same with the waitress with was flirting moments ago.
-Do not do that... It's not right. – Kaori said to Francesco, frowning and even without showing too that she was very jealous. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back slightly.
- Why not? You're my girlfriend. There is nothing wrong. - The racer replied nonchalantly, trying to insist on approaching as homeless dog, it was as if he had been lost by the city for a long time without a master, all he needed was to have a tail that wag.
- I am... Your ... ? Sorry... What? - Now if everything was more confused than before for Kaori, since they meet again, he never asked her to be her girlfriend, not officially. Even when they went to bed, had children and would try to lead a life together, nothing was official, now that she thinks about, everything was half.
- Look, Kaori, this is Harumi, she... - The Italian man could not finish the presentation, his mobile phone started ringing, it was Giuseppe. Francesco had completely forgotten that he would call him back, had spent more than an hour, he assumed that his mentor would be worried. So he apologized to both women and walked out to the entrance of the main door of the place, to talk by phone.
-Kaori -san! Nice to see you. - Harumi greeted with a big smile, from where she sat.
- Harumi? - Did not recognize her when she enters, but those clothes were clearly brand of Kabuto gang. Yes, Chuki also knew Harumi, was a friend of her younger sisters, Suki and Ichigo. - But ... What are you doing here? I thought you were in Towkyo. -
-I was, but I came to visit my parents, while Suki, Ichigo and the others accompanied their mother to visit their sister at Suzuka for her birthday. Interestingly today was going to the station to buy my ticket back to Towkyo, when I met Mr. Bernoulli, who was a little disoriented, and asked me to spend the whole day with him. Is not that great ? – Harumi smiled.
- "Spend THE WHOLE day with him?" ... - Said the redhead, muttered, faking a smile. What was exactly what she meant by that? Suddenly, negative thoughts came into her mind again: "Satyr! He brings me here to meet his new conquest, above all said that I'm his girlfriend and he does not die of shame one iota. And she did not! Definitely there will be a funeral, maybe two."
- Yeah, he needed someone to read a paper, and hired me as his interpreter, but I assure you I cannot spend all day with him, because I need to buy my ticket and go back home to my parents to pick up some things. Although I said I could help him today, tomorrow or the time he needs, honestly, I cannot. Anyway I accept this invitation to breakfast, Mr. Bernoulli was desperate to find you, is not he the most romantic? - Harumi questioning, ended.
Kaori felt extremely foolish, she knew that jealousy blind you and lure you into doing anything stupid thinking. While that reputation that followed to Francesco... Honestly she was hard to trust him yet.
- Romantic? Uh... hehe ... yeah, I guess so... - Looked up a moment to dispel her mind and relax a little, then looked back at Harumi and asked. - Want to order something? Or will you wait for your companion? -
- I will wait a moment, he should come soon. - Japanese girl answered.
- Sure... -
In less than a minute, Francesco returned back to the table. At last he reached agreement with his chief for a meeting.
- All fixed. Kaori, hope you do not mind that I invited Giuseppe to your home. - Said the Italian racer taking his seat on front of Harumi.
- At my house? What? Do you even know my work schedule? Who gave you permission to...? - Grumbled a bit, but did not want people to notice it. So soon she surrendered.
- Is it all right at 8:00? – Francesco asked.
- Yes, well, I leave here at 5:00, and the kids have school until 5:45, so you have to go with me to look for them. By the way what did you do with our luggage? –
-No problem, I'll walk with you, I want to know where they study. Huh? Does the luggage? Well... Even in your grandfather's house and you know? I have to say something about it; it's a funny story... -
- I have not time now, better order something, the girls and I have much work in the kitchen. And before lunch this place is full. Tell me what do you want? - Kaori was about to lose patience. At least the Harumi misunderstanding had been clarified and that let her breathe better. But within a couple of hours, Francesco had her whole life upside. Had he said before that he did not know how planning a day? It seems he had everything in his favor.
Irony.
To be continued...
Disclaimer:
-Kaori is a character that belongs to me and also this story. (c) Shadoru.
-Other characters belong to (c) Disney. PIXAR.
-Sorry my bad English.
