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chapter one

. a fellow italian

"mr. horsie, tell me that i can do this".
[name] nervously gripped on her horses' reins as she let her eyes wander. the sight of a hundred contestants never failed to intimidate her. with them and their knowledge and experience in the world of racing, it made her question her own abilities and drown in unwanted thoughts.

she inhaled deeply and exhaled, gulping as she looked for her assigned tent. sweat began to form on her forehead as her throat began to dry up. how long has she been wandering around?

she stared at the number of her supposed tent, eye twitching in annoyance since it seems that it was impossible to look for this tent.

"mi scusi signor" she tapped a man's shoulder, lowering her voice as she spoke. the man turned around, eyebrows raised as he waited for her to speak.

"dove-" she stopped talking, scolding herself as she searched for the right words in english.

"whe- where can i find this tent?" she cringed, hearing her thick italian accent. she had managed to grasp an advanced level in terms of speaking in english, but it doesn't help the fact that she had an accent laced in her every word when she spoke.

"va bene signor" he spoke. a relieved sigh escaped her lips, she didn't expect to meet a fellow italian in this race.

her [eye color] hues took note of his appearance, long blond hair, lime colored eyes with lips coated with the same color. she couldn't care less of his choice of fashion, but what caught her attention was his golden teeth.

"ah, grazie- uh, is it okay if i speak in english? i need to, uh, some practicing" he didn't say anything back. she awkwardly smiled as she showed her the number, asking if he saw or know where this was placed.

"it's right next to mine, i'm about to head there, you can tag along" she nodded, crumpling in the paper and putting it back in her pocket as she trudged behind him.

the walk was awfully silent, and awkward. [name] was silently following her fellow italian racer, all the while trying to think of ways of breaking the awkwardness that accompanied them.

after a minute of brainstorming, she gave up and decided to observe whatever there is to observe about him. it was the same as earlier, long hair, lime eyes, cape, balls, wait. to get a better view, she squinted at what seemed to be two green balls attached to his belt.

'what the hell are those' questions went in and out of her mind, some rational, some were just a waste of braincells, just utterly fucking dumb, who the fuck would question if they were replacements if his actual balls got cut off.

"it's the one next to me" he spoke up, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"gra- thank you sir...?"

"gyro, gyro zeppeli" she gave a smile, and he gave a grin in return, flashing his golden teeth in the process.

"alright, thanks mr. zeppeli"

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"mr. horsie, i swear to god i'll fucking die today" mr. horsie huffed, having enough of listening to his owner's daily dose of bullshit. the race dawned upon them in a blink of an eye, leaving [name] in another pool of endless doubts. the usual 'what if's' and self-deprecating thoughts plaguing her mind.

all of them were currently lined up as the the pros and aristrocrats in racing were being introduced. [name] couldn't care less about who they are, all she knew was that she's dying inside. she lacked experience and knowledge in the world of racing. a disadvantage she took note of ever since the beggining. though she managed to grasp information of all kinds from listening to her competitors.

mr. horsie huffed and nudged his owner, a way of telling her to calm down. "i'm gonna leave this world as a virgin, i promised dad i'd marry and give him grandkids" she continued.

"hey, you're horse is telling you to calm down" gyro propped his head on his hand. watching the female with amusement. never in his life had he seen someone loose their cool in such an interesting way.

"s- signor zeppeli?" the italian snorted.

"what happened to 'mr. zeppeli'?" you can hear the amusement laced in his voice as he spoke. [name]'s face slowly flushed, face morphing into a small pout.

"geez, go easy on me will you?" gyro let out a small 'heh'. [name] grinned, the embarassment she had slowly dying. gyro opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the commentator announcing the race will begin shortly.

"fucking kill me now" the italian man couldn't help but chuckle.

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