FOUR STAR
"You never even went to school… You've got to be joking if you think I'd hire you. Do you even know what kind of place this is?"
On a cold Wednesday night in December, a young man with long blonde hair stood in front of a medium sized building, smoking a cigarette.
"I think you've been working here long enough to know we don't hire idiots as chefs"
Slim fingers shook as he clutched the stick, the embers almost at the butt. lips parted to let a puff of smoke out, before the boy flicked the cig onto the ground.
"Get out of here, kid. You're worthless. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a desperate little-
He crushed the butt of the cigarette into the concrete with his foot, successfully smothering it. His face turned up in a bitter scowl as he recalled the memories from his previous job.
"This will probably be the last one of the night, hn." He spoke softly to himself
The structure beyond him was illuminated by lustrous city lights, and above the red and black awning he was currently loitering under, big black letters read "The Akatsuki". Still standing, the blonde fished for a folded up paper stashed in his black dress pants, pulling it out and unfolding it. He gazed at the wrinkled paper, reading the information on the page.
"I'm pretty sure this is the right place, yeah..."
Eager to escape from the bitter cold nipping at his fingertips, the boy pulled open the door and stepped into the establishment. He was immediately met with a rush of warm air, as well as the sounds and sights of a restaurant. The first words that enter his mind are 'hustle and bustle'.
"Can I help you, sir?"
The words from the black haired host broke his train of thought, and the blonde turned to notice a very beautiful feminine man. While his voice proved otherwise, if seen from far away, the raven haired employee could easily be mistaken as a female. Blue eyes met red, as the out of place boy struggled to find words.
"Oh, uh... My names Deidara. I came in for an interview like, two weeks ago... Some guy named
Pein called me to come in for training, hn..."
The raven haired man gave Deidara a faint smile, and spoke
"Oh, you must have applied for the new server position. We've been a little short handed lately, I'm sure Pein is glad to have you here. Follow me, I'll take you to his office."
As the man started walking towards the back, he turned his head to look at the blonde, and said
"Oh, by the way, my name is Itachi Uchiha."
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"I need more crab cakes! Someone take them out of the hot box!"
"This plate needs protein!"
"Stop touching the rim of the fucking plate! You're leaving fucking smudges!"
"Is that Chicken ready yet?"
"Oh my god, someone get me some FUCKING CRAB CAKES!"
Itachi led Deidara through the loud kitchen, while Deidara tried his best not to get into anybodies way by sticking close to the Uchiha. After making it through the battle-field like cookery, they came upon an office, which had the blinds shut. Itachi stopped and turned
"Wait here, I'll be right back."
Itachi disappeared into the office, and Deidara stood out like a sore thumb in the hectic bustle of the room. Deidara loved cooking, and considered himself to be pretty good at it. It was a passion of his, he considered making food to be an art... As far as the service industry was concerned, he's been around to a few places, even done a few freelance cooking gigs here and there. Despite his experience in the indust+ry, nobody wanted to hire him as a chef… Just because he never went to school for culinary arts. Fuck college, he had talent... why would he waste his time in a stupid classroom?
The office door opened, and his train of thought was interrupted for the second time that night. He turned, finding a orange haired man with several facial piercings in front of him with his hand outstretched. Pein, who was just slightly taller than Deidara, leaked an air of intimidation, professionalism, and intelligence. He was the kind of man that did not mess around, and because of this trait was the owner of a very successful restaurant.
This guy was just as scary the last time I was here… Deidara thought silently to himself as he shook the man's hand
"It's good to see you again, Deidara. Welcome to the Akatsuki. Based on your interview, you seem to be experienced in the field of serving. You should be able to learn the ropes here quite easily."
Deidara looked around him, still in awe at the hectic activity of the kitchen. Uncertainly, he spoke
"I've worked at a few restaurants, but none quite like this one, yeah…."
"Well, I'll start you off with a tour, and we'll go over the rules and guidelines…"
"Okay, hn."
Itachi walked past the duo whispering good luck to deidara, and picked up a few plates of food before leaving the kitchen.
"First off, this is my office." Pein commented, pointing at the mysterious closed off room.
"Unless there is an emergency, I ask that you do not bother me. My accountant and co-owner Kakuzu shares this office with me; However, he's not in so you'll have to meet him another time."
Deidara nodded in understanding. They walked back into the action of the kitchen, coming upon a double sided stainless steel counter, with the chefs and their equipment behind one side, and walking space on the other. The yelling and swearing was disorienting, but he managed to keep up with Pein's explanations.
"This is where you will pick up your orders. Most meals take 15 or so minutes to make, and we do ask you to keep on top of your orders so things don't get backed up."
Looking up from expertly cutting vegetables, a porcelain faced red headed chef scoffed at the sight of Deidara.
"Who's this kid?" the redhead asked
"He's the new wait staff. After that creepy Orochimaru guy left and got hired at that new place two blocks down, we've been short handed." Pein explained, gesturing to Sasori "Deidara, this is Sasori. He's one of our head chef"
Sasori was a shorter man, but despite his height, his appearance demanded respect. He looked at home in the kitchen, like he knew exactly what he was doing one hundred percent of the time. Deidara caught himself staring into Sasori's muddy brown eyes, a twinge of attraction sparking inside of his chest.
Sasori clicked his tongue at the blonde.
"We don't need any more idiot servers, Pein" Sasori growled
Deidara grimaced at the man. Who the fuck is this asshat? He'd be cute if he wasn't a dick… Deidara thought, recoiling from the bitter taste the chef left in his mouth. But before he could say anything back, A very large chef with blue hair chimed in
"Ahh don't be so mean to the waitstaff Sasori, they work hard too, ne?" acknowledging Deidara
"My name is Kisame, by the way. Nice to meet you."
Deidara smiled and nodded at the large body, at least someone was going to be friendly to him. Kisame seemed experienced in his craft as well, him and Sasori no doubt a good team.
Pein stared blankly back at Sasori "Whether you like it or not, Sasori, it'll make everyone's job a lot easier."
"Whatever." the chef commented, but Pein was already walking away with Deidara in tow. They came upon another long steel table, with an industrial looking dishwasher behind it. There was a strange man working, he seemed to have burns on one half of his face. Deidara tried not to stare, and looked to Pein for explanation.
"This is where you will put dirty dishes. You are not only responsible for taking orders and serving, but for busing as well. Make sure you put the dirty ones on this half of the counter" Pein patted the right side of the table "So that the dirty dishes do not get mixed up with the clean ones."
Deidara, making mental notes of all the information Pein was giving him,waited to be introduced to the… strange dishwasher.
"This is Zetsu, our dishwasher." Pein answered, noting the blondes quizzical expression
Not even turning from his task Zetsu grinned, "ah, so this is the new meat…" A low gravelly voice commented. "I'm sure Sasori will have his fun with this one…" the same man said, his voice changing in pitch dramatically. "Ah, he does seem like Sasori's type- Shut up and get back to work"
Is this guy seriously talking to himself? He must be nuts! Just as this thought crossed Deidara's mind, Pein gave him the 'don't ask any questions' look, and they moved onto the next part of orientation….
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By the end of the night, Deidara had been able to finish orientation with Pein as well as shadow a waitress by the name of Konan for at least two hours. He and Konan had gotten along swimmingly, since they were of the same age and had many of the same interests. All in all, he had an extremely successful first night.
However, the one thing that did not go as planned was chef Sasori's attitude. It was extremely distracting when he had a pair of eyes glaring him down every time he came into the kitchen.
Out of all the events of the evening, there was one that he couldn't particularly stop thinking about…
It was just about 12:00 am, closing time for the Akatsuki. Deidara was in the back room, putting his dirty apron into a bin placed on the floor. At that moment, Sasori walked into the room rolling his eyes when he saw the young blonde.
"I can't believe they actually hired a brat like you..." Sasori remarked
Deidara turned around, startled by the silken voice laden with insult. Anger quickly set in when he realised just who's mouth the abrasive comment came out of.
"Wow, you hardly even fucking know me, yeah. Why don't you stop busting my balls and just do your fucking job like everybody else."
The red head let out a loud laugh, which pissed off the blonde even more.
"Stop acting so naïve, like half the people around here haven't heard your name..."
Deidara glared at Sasori, not showing his fear of what the redhead might know about him…
"Yeah, Deidara rings a bell... If I'm mistaken, you're the kid who sleeps around with people just
to get a job as a chef... So you can hide the fact that you didn't even go to culinary school" Sasori's voice was low, as if he didn't want anyone to hear
Deidara flinched at the comment, almost immediately recovering. It's not like his character had not been insulted before…
"Fuck you, Sasori, hn" He growled, walking up to him and grabbing his shirt violently. Despite this act of violence, Sasori was as stoic as ever. The chef was only a half an inch or so shorter than himself, and he smelled good... The blonde pushed this thought out of his head, what was he thinking in a moment like this?
"maybe you should stop acting like you haven't been staring at me all night because you think I'm hot, yeah." Deidara bluffed. He really had no idea if Sasori had some hidden attraction for him or maybe he was just trying to scare him away...
Deidara's thought process was interrupted when Sasori broke his grip and pushed him with a large amount of force. How could that small body produce that much strength? Before he knew it, Deidara was pinned to the back wall, sasori's face so close he could feel his hot breath on his cheek.
"So what if I did think you were good looking...Would you fuck me, just to get a promotion?"
Deidara wiggled under Sasori's grip, unable to break it. A light blush fell on his cheeks, there was no way this guy was pinning him right now... The blonde stared into the chefs eyes with a spark of defiance, refusing to lose the fight. After a long pause, Deidara finally spoke
"Fuck you Sasori, yeah."
The red head laughed and released his grip on the waiter.
"Hah, that's what I thought." Sasori said, getting the last word.
Deidara gave one last glare at Sasori before walking out of the room, looking as flustered as ever. Sasori watched him walk out of the room, until he was out of sight.
He sighed, and reached into his pocket, grabbing the hard mass between his legs to readjust it, trying not make it so obvious he had a raging boner...
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A\N
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