Art of Race

Your so called bad boy good girl story but with a twist you'd never expect...�� Your in for a ride... A twist that might leave you asking what you think deep about life and happiness...
Seren believes that Rion and all other men in the world are dirty. Stays away from her classmates, hiding in her art. What happens when the delinquent motorcyclist and playboy, Rion, gets a hold of one of her drawings, and actually wants to keep it? Will it shake her resolve or her heart?
Life can be quite surprising. Sometime you know what is happening then the next moment you don’t. It makes us want to find a peaceful and safe place. But in truth there is so such place. But we keep going no matter what’s waiting for us down the road. We don’t stop living nor racing. That is how our Life and our Race is an Art.��������

Author's note

I've been very busy and so I tried my best to patch it up as much as possible. Following chapter wi.l be a little late. I'm sorry for the wait. ��
This story is not completely original as it was inspired by a very old comic I once read. I took the theme and few of the plot and characteristics from it. I will mention the credit at the end of my book. Thanks for reading. �� Please like it and follow me.��

1. Mysterious Boy #1

This is the First portrait I drew.

The model was a 17 years old boy.

I titled it “MARS”.

Mars signifies two things- one is a planet and the other is God of War.


The slow sound of birds humming eased my mind. The little sun rays that falling on my sketch book warming me up in this slight coldness. Isn’t it just simply peaceful, doing what I love most in spring weather. I cannot ask for something more than this. The children playing in sand pit seemed like a good theme to draw now.

“Um, Excuse me?!”

Someone called me? Me? I am invisible or so I thought. I don’t stand out much and I like keeping it that way. Who would even notice me, I don’t even know anyone much. But I have to reply, right. How do I reply again? I just looked up to the person and boy if it didn’t surprise me. A very tall guy or should I say boy as he doesn’t seem to be more than 16 or 17 years but he is very manly for his age. If I didn’t draw so much and knew who he was, even I’d think he was an adult or something. He has somewhat above shoulder dirt strawberry blond hair or maybe it is colored. Rion Reinhart Kashino, the exact type I try to most avoid. He is looking blankly at me. Do I look that odd or does he remember me?

“Um, The University’s Medical Center is supposed to be around here somewhere. Do you know where it is?”

Ah, so that’s why he was staring blankly at me. He needs direction, I can give him that. But how do I explain it. I don’t know and I haven’t even said a word. He is waiting, I have to think fast. Wait, My sketchbook! I can draw him a map for direction, it’s easy for me. After I’m done, I just simply hand it over to him and decide that I should just run away. It was a better option than him saying thank you and me replying to it.



I have been walking for hours. I don’t think I will ever find the hospital here. I need to ask someone. But it’s midday and no one is even around. Damn, where would I even find anyone at this stage. That stupid couple said that it would be around the park. Where is the damn park anyway? Ah there;s the park. Definitely someone living here or kids can be there. As I walk up to the park, I could see how empty it was.There was some kids but no adults in view. Suddenly I notice one girl, oddly sitting in a corner of the park on a bench under a tree. You can’t even notice her from far. Up close she seem to be very young as if a kid herself or maybe a teen. I can ask her right. I called out to her, she seemed to be shocked, is she scared or something. I don’t think I look like a kidnapper, hopefully. Ah, I’ll just ask again. Before I could though, she handed me a paper and suddenly ran away before I could even understand what happened.

“Huh? Hey…Wait! … What was that all about?”

When I noticed the paper was a drawn map of the hospital from the park. That seemed easy enough to find but what was up with that girl I wonder. She seemed oddly familiar though.  

“Seren? What’s wrong? You look upset. You’re also out of breath?”

“I saw someone I didn’t like at the park.”

“Someone you don’t like?”

“He goes to my school. He’s some jerk.”

“What? Don’t tell me he did something to you..?”

“No, He just asked for direction. He probably doesn’t remember that we go to the same school.”

But I know about him. He smokes cigarettes behind the teacher’s back, playing around with girls and all that kind of stuff bad people indulge in, in infirmary and places you wouldn’t go normally. I don’t like him.

It took me 2 minute to reach the hospital. Now all I have to do is find the nurse office.

“May I know the room number for Sam Akitaka?”

“Of course, just a moment. It’s 201 on the 2nd floor. You are his relative?”

“I’m his…junior of somewhat. He is my teacher.”

“Ah, I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you.”

Going to meet him may seem like a simple thing to do. But thinking what he is going through and confronting him is not only hard but terrifying Not for me but for him as to how he would fee, but I owe him a lot. Sam was my mentor. He taught me everything I needed to know to train and helped me cope up with my problems.

Before I could knock on the door someone opened the door first. His wife, Laelia Koyoko. I met her at the same time I met Sam. She is probably the coolest girl you’d ever see around her age and looks.

“Rion! You’re here already. I gotta rush to the nurse’s office. Go in, I’ll be right back.”


“Hey Sam.”

“Hey Boy! How are you?”

“Aren’t I suppose to ask you that?”

“Heh, grab a seat.”

“So, you lost consciousness…Sam?”

“Yea, it was a huge crash at the opening race for grand prix. The doctor said it’s a miracle that I’m even alive.”

“So, what’s going to happen with the grand prix now?”

“I’m retiring obviously. Even if I wanted to keep racing, I can’t with this body.”

As he said that I couldn’t stop but look over to his legs. They were covered over some kind of box. The scene seemed unreal to me.

“Is your leg really gone?”

“Yeah, it’s gone. My right leg is history from the knee down. To be honest, I thought I was done for this time. I lost control on a corner. My body was floating in the air and the nest thing I knew everything was dark.”

As he was explaining the incident to me, I could clearly imagine the scene how his body crashed on the ground as did his bike. It isn’t that hard knowing the racetrack for so long.

“Were you scared?”

“No. I actually don’t remember. It was like I was dreaming…Rion?”


“Quit looking like that. You were totally spaced out. It’s sick to be into hearing about someone almost dying!”

“No, it’s not that. I was just trying to imagine what it’s like to die. Cause everyone dies, but nobody can explain what really happens. I mean, you experience it and then Bam! You’re gone from the world. That’s why it’s so interesting.”

“Yo, Rion.!”

“Lea, your back soon.”

“I was supposed to be. It was kind of hard to find this place, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I had someone draw a map on the way here.”

As I pulled the map out and handed it to Lea, it was a crumpled.

“And you crumpled it up?! Hey…there’s a drawing o the back…Wow! Look, it’s really beautiful!”

She handed me the paper and I turned it back to see what she meant. I was shocked that it truly was a very beautiful picture of a mother and son. It had somehow a very warm feeling to it. I don’t know how to explain it.

“Um, Can it be fixed, Lea.”

“Sure! Let’s go to the gift shop in level 1. There might be something to put the picture in.”

We went to level 1 and put a folder on it so that it can’t get crumbled anymore. It looked better putting in a folder. The light shade of colour was enchanting. I have no idea how such a simple picture became so special.

“Thanks. How much was it? I’ll pay for it.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a folder. But, I’m surprised. I would’ve expected you to just throw it out.”

“Oh, Yeah… I don’t have any artistic talent, so a drawing like this is pretty amazing to me.”

“Thought Rion, Well, you ride so fast on your motorcycle. Sam says you’re either incredibly talented or incredibly stupid.”

“What?! Is he trying to piss me off?!”

“It’s his way of giving you a compliment. See, here’s proof. The Ducati Monster! He’s giving it to you.”

She handed me a Ducati Italian most famous motorbikes keys. It seemed impossible to me. I’ve always wanted to ride one, let alone own one?!

“No Kidding?! Are you serious?!”

“Shhh, we’re in a hospital!! Sam can’t ride it anymore and it’s too heavy for me.”

“It really is heavy when you ride it naked. The bike tends to lean if you push it too hard.”

(Naked means Riding a motorcycle with the cowls removed)

“What kind of riding are you doing on the highway?! You should only be maxing it on a racetrack!”

The keys still felt cold on my hand. The feeling seemed unreal but also sad somehow.

“So, I guess we won’t get to see Sam on the tracks ever again.”

Lea just stared at me blackly but I could see the sadness in those eyes. She was a racer herself, she knew the pain of leaving a race-track forever and more because she was his wife and watched him race for so long. I can’t imagine how hard it must be for her. I just left like hugging her.

“He’s still alive you know. He lost a leg but at least god let him keep his life.”

“Rion, Please promise me you won’t do anything too crazy.”

“I’ll be okay. Besides, No one would cry over my death.”

“Don’t say that! If you died I would be devastated. So would Sam. There’s always someone who cares, someone whose life would simply stop. You just don’t know it or you haven’t met them yet.”

There’s someone out there… for me?

Later in the cabin,

“Hearing Rion say that it’s be fine if he died… I can’t stand seeing him be so cold. I wonder if he’s not afraid of death.”

It’s one thing if he’s not afraid . With Rion, it’s something worse. His reckless riding is just a game to him. If he died, the game’s over. If he stays alive, he’s lucky. I couldn’t ride the way Rion does. It’s as if He has fun gambling with his life.”

“He’s only 16. How’d he get that way anyway?”

The School term started from the next month. Spring wasn’t completely over but it was almost.

“Good Morning!”

“There’s been no answer lately when I ring the bell.”

“What you got blown off again? Haha.”

“So, during spring break when I was at work…”

“No way”

“Opps! I’m Sorry.”

Someone knocked my pencil box. She seemed sorry. It’s okay, it wasn’t her fault. I can just quietly pick it up.

“I apologized, didn’t I?”

“Don’t worry about it. She’s totally expressionless. No matter what happens she stays blank.”

Yea, I know you all think that way. But not really, it’s not that I don’t feel anything. I just feel like, no matter what I say, it won’t get through. This classroom is so strange to me. I’m just different. No one pays any attention to me. But it’s okay. It’s easier that way.

I hear the sound of engine, heavy sound, is it from a motorbike?

“Hey! Kashino! Do you have permission to ride your bike to school?!”

“Gimme a break!”

“Where were you during the opening assembly?”

“I had a cold.”

“Liar! I bet you were ditching class.”

“Why’d you ask if you already knew the answer?”

“I’ll see you in the Guidance office later!!”

“Yo, Rion! I thought you got held back?”

“Hey, Rion’s in the B- Class tto. Awesome!”

“Yeah, Hi.”

“Rion!! I can’t believe We’re in the same class two years in a row! Our destinies much be intertwined!”

“Uh, let me go now.”

“Harumi still hasn’t given up on Rion?”

“He was going out with a senior, wasn’t he?”

“By the way, where’s my seat?”

“Yo Rion. Your seat’s over here, front of me.”

“Oh Boy, We’re in the same class again!”

“I guess we’re just stuck with each other.”

No way! Why of all people is his seat next to mine?! His friend is also just beside the seat behind me. 

“Why weren’t you at the opening assembly?”

“I was working.”

“Hey, do you want to play basketball after school? We have our usual bet with the guys from the Northside. How does a 60-40 sound? You go 60.”

“It’s gotta be 70-30.”

What am I going to do? I don’t like this guy.

“You weasel!”

“Fine, team up with some other guy.”

“You’re a sadist! You call yourself a friend?!”

“Hey! Everyone in their seats! I’m going to start calling names.”

I wonder if he remembers me? It was only for a second. Maybe he won’t remember. Please god, Make him forget who I am.


His eyes met mine! He looked at me and is he trying to say something? I automatically averted my eyes. Why is this happening?

“Hey, Hey! Hey! You.”

“Quit! I’m going to take attendance. Aide?”


“Ani- yaka?”

“Yo, here.”

“Answer properly! Aoina?”


He’s still looking at me. Please pay attention to attendance, ignore me, please ignore me.

“No way! You’re that girl from the other day.  I didn’t know you went to this school.”

“Lion Roy?”


“Roux?... Seren Roux?!”

“HUH? Ye.. Yes! Here!”

“Seren? That’s your name? What does it mean?”

“Bruh, its Star in Welsh and Calm in ancient Latin. You should pay more attention to language class if it interests you so much.”


“Kashino? …Rion Khashino?... RION REINHART KASHINO?!”

“Oh, here here!”

“Pay attention!”

“Hey, do you remember me? You drew me a map at the park.”

What am I going to do? Everyone’s watching me.. and the teacher’s here too. How rude of him!

“And you know on the back of the map…”


“Hey, why are you ignoring me?”

Did he just pull my braids to make me notice him? How desperate is he! How can anyone do that? Why does this always happen with me?  The duster suddenly flew and hit his head, it surprised me but it made him let go of my hair. As I was weeping, the teacher saved me partly I guess.

“Ugh! This sucks!!”

“KASHINO!! The school year’s berely started and you’re already hitting on girls?!”


“I can’t believe Mr Tachikawa! That jackass! Grr.. My hair is full of chalk dust now!!”

“I can’t believe your nerve, Rion! Trying to hit on a girl in front of a teacher.”

“I wasn’t hitting on her, Janus.”

“Whatever it is, you shouldn’t do it with Seren.”

“Why, what’s up with her?”

“She’s cute at first glance, but she’s weird. I went to the same Junior High as her, so I know. All she does is draw. She doesn’t talk to anyone, Besides; I’ll bet she’s guy phobic.”

“Huh? What’s that?”

“We were in the same class in 9th grade. I accidently touched her hand while joking around with friend, I even apologized. She immediately jerked her hand away. It was like my hand was something dirty. She didn’t even try hiding her disgust.”

“Maybe you were filthy back then?”

“Dammnn, Rion! You wanan fight? Hey!”

“I guess every school has at least one person like her.”

“Trust me, you can’t help but be annoyed by her. She’s always so timid. It makes you want to rough her up a bit.”

“Hmm…So you even think about that stuff?”

“Shut up! I just thought it. I wouldn’t wanna really bully her. Lame!”

“It’s not like I don’t know what you mean.”

She does draw you attention though. I wonder how it’ll be if I do talk to her. I wanna hear how she talks. It perks up your interest.***

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