Hey y'all! I know it's been a long time since I've written anything, but right now, I'm stressing out so much that it's gotten to the point where I need to do something completely detached from school work for my brain to get a rest. I hope this doesn't come out too badly and I don't expect this to be more than just a few chapters.

Chocolate Dreams:

Quatre POV

I have always been sheltered. All my life, I've been taught by private tutors or my sisters. I've never really gone to a public school nor have I ever really wanted to. I just didn't know what I was missing. It wasn't until the time came for me to go off and attend a University that I really discovered what it was like to be around people my age. Now, don't get me wrong, I was always a bright child. A prodigy, they called me. I always had a mind for business even though I was very young. As a result, I started taking college classes online. I had been concurrently enrolled since the tender age of thirteen after I'd surpassed the requirements for high school.

Why did I not just attend a University? Simply put, I was too young to be allowed to take classes on campus. The school did not want to be held responsible for the likes of a thirteen year old boy who could too easily fall prey to the other students.

Now, I'm sixteen and a Senior at the G. University. Most people do a double take when they see me in their classes and simply assume I'm someone's younger brother. Hardly anyone cares to notice me, and I'm fine with that.

Student life is great! There are events and activities at the dorms almost every night of the week, according to the calendar, but I find myself usually staying put in my room and talking to myself.

This is the story of how I met the person who changed my life forever.


Opening Chat -

- You are now in New Student Orientation Fall 06 -

qrwinner0404 : Hello? Is there anyone here?

RA03tb: Hello. New student, I presume?

qrwinner0404: Yes.

RA03tb: Is there anything I can help you with?

qrwinner0404: Well, actually, I just wanted to talk to someone. I don't think I exactly fit in around here. I don't currently have a room mate and I'm not sure the rest of the people in the dorms really like me too much.

RA03tb: Oh? How do you know that they don't like you?

qrwinner0404: I can just tell. I don't have friends at all... will you be my friend?

RA03tb: Sure. What's your major?

qrwinner0404: Inter-Sphere Business. I'm a Senior.

RA03tb: A senior and you don't have any friends? What have you been doing these four years?

qrwinner0404: This is my first semester on campus. I've taken all my other classes via satellite.

RA03tb: Well that makes sense. Tell me, is there anything besides business you're interested in? Maybe I can point you in the direction of several clubs around campus.

qrwinner0404: Well, I am a big fan of gourmet food, but I can't really cook...

RA03tb: Is that so? I'm a Culinary Arts major, myself. Maybe you'd like to come by the department and volunteer as a taste tester? We also have a CA forum that you can be part of if you like.

qrwinner0404: That sounds great! When can I go?

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The Resident Advisor gave me all the details I needed to make the trip the next day. It wasn't until I'd logged off that I remembered that I didn't ask the person's name. Since that chat forum was for anyone who was new to the dorms, anyone could have answered my questions, form any one of the five dorm buildings. I had absolutely no clue as to who it was I talked to that night.

The following day, I only had classes scheduled for the morning. I was done with class by 11:30 in the morning and I decided I'd take up the RA's advice and meandered down to the Culinary Arts building, which was adjacent to the Cafeteria.

"Can I help you?" Came a stern-sounding voice from behind me. I had just walked into one of the kitchens and was marveling at all the shiny (and in most cases sharp!) objects in the very large kitchen.

I turned around and found a very stern -looking Asian man with his hair tied back into a tight pony tail and an almost invisible hair net over it. He was dressed in what I would deem the "classical" chef getup with white pants, black shoes, and a white jacket with two rows of black buttons running down the front.

"Oh!" I squeaked, rather femininely, "I didn't mean to disturb anyone. I was just told by one of the RA's that I could come down to this department and ask to volunteer as a taste tester... I'm sorry to intrude...".

The young man looked at me as though he were appraising a market fish. "You look too young to be at this campus."

I blushed, I couldn't help it. "Yeah... I know. I'm a Inter-Sphere Business major and I live in Unity Hall."

"Oh. I know about you. You're that kid who transferred here as a senior, aren't you?" he asked.

I blinked, totally surprised by this, "Yeah... How did you know?".

The young man chuckled a little and extended his hand toward me, "Every RA on campus was told to keep an eye on you. The school doesn't want to be held responsible if some wise-guy freshman tries to do something to you. My name is Chang Wufei. You may call me Chang."

I took his hand and shook it, "Quatre Winner, pleased to meet you."

"Well come along... I'll introduce you to our graduate students."

Chang led me down another corridor to a more professional looking kitchen. I couldn't help but gawk at my surroundings. All around me, there were people busily scurrying around making Culinary masterpieces and all the while making the kitchen look... well... not dirty. Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of things out of place, but it didn't seem to be messy at all. Everything just looked... busy.

"Attention!" Chang called out, "This is Quatre Winner. He has volunteered to be a taste tester for your works. Please try not to poison him with your concoctions before finals." That said, Chang went to go inspect some of the students' progress, leaving me to roam around, but not before he gave me a hairnet and made sure I washed my hands.

I walked around a bit, trying not to get in anyone's way and every once in a while, I was confronted by chefs-in-training eager to get an opinion on their latest creation. Some things tasted gross, others divine, but what really caught my attention was not a taste, but a sight.

To be more precise, I was captivated by a pair of long legs, leading up to a delectable derriere, a long, thin body and a pair of green eyes half hidden by a shock of milk-chocolate colored hair. He was gorgeous.

"What is that?" I asked as I came up beside him to peer at what he was doing.

"I'm preparing for a chocolate sculpture competition. I need to be able to do my piece within an allotted amount of time," he answered as he put the finishing touches on a three-foot chocolate sculpture of a three-ring circus.

I stared in awe at the creation. He had everything from tiny lions to elephants to trapeze artists and a little mini ring leader at the center of it. He had little molded people sitting in the stands and a clown trying to juggle three balls. The result was one ball on the floor, one in his hand, and the third in the process of bouncing off his head. This piece was very detailed indeed.

"That's beautiful," I whispered.

Only then did he bother to look at me. "Do you like it? It's my home."

I blinked and looked up at him "Your home?"

He nodded and pointed at one of the chocolate figures. It was a tall looking clown with his back against a board, little daggers surrounding his body, "This is me," he then pointed at a female figure with knives in her hand, "and that's my sister, Cathy."

I couldn't help but smile, "And I thought MY sisters were bad. I have twenty-nine of them, but thankfully, none know how to throw a knife. If they did, I'm sure I wouldn't be standing here today."

The tall man chuckled as he took some pictures of his piece, for reference purposes, of course. He then plucked one of the little lions from their position and bid me open my mouth. I opened my mouth obediently and he placed the morsel in my mouth.

I couldn't believe how delicious this chocolate was! It practically melted in my mouth! I could have sworn I was in heaven.

"Do you like it?" He asked quietly.

I nodded, eyes still closed and enjoying the euphoric sensation running rampant down my taste buds.

"I'm glad."


Jess' Rant:

Okay, I know that was short and this is obviously a Q/T get-together… I just needed to take my mind off Business Cal (I totally bombed my test! ) and I was hungry, so that's where this came from. This fic shouldn't be too long, maybe 3-5 chapters at most. Thanks for reading! hugs for everyone