YOUR NAME.

Author's Note: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

This is a Kimi No na wa./Your Name. AU starring Sorina and I blame my roommate for this. This was a result from watching too much kimi no na wa and having to listen to at least one of the ost every. single. day. of our first semester.

I didn't realize how HARD writing it into a fanfic (especially with the constant changing of POVs) but I can't really shake these ideas out of my head. I already know how I want this story to happen but I'm not sure if I can transform it properly into sentences and paragraphs. So I don't know when or if I could continue this. XD

For the meantime, here's what I've got.

PS. The bold one was Soma while the regular texts was Erina.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shokugeki no Soma or Kimi No na wa.

"Let's make a promise that will never fade

Let's say it together on the count of three."

.PROLOGUE.

"Disgusting!"

"Disgusting!"

"Disgusting!"

I said to the first three dishes that I tasted.

"Did you really expect that my customers would be satisfied with these kinds of cooking? Do you want my restaurant to lose its reputation? There's only two hours before opening and you're planning to serve these? Doesn't anyone of you know how to read a recipe? Repeat all of these at once and when I get back I expect to at least taste something resembling food!" I yelled to the two groups that stood before me. A lot of them paled at my words but there were still a few of them who has fire on their eyes. Hmph. I wonder how long they'll last.

"Yes chef!" All of them shouted before all ten chefs scampered towards their respective stations.

I watched them briefly as the five members of each team grumbled at each other, silently arguing on who was to blame and defending their fair share of work. Honestly, they had no teamwork at all.

I pulled out the elastic band, releasing my blonde hair from its ponytail and turned swiftly towards the exit.

I don't care how long, or short, they've started working but if they couldn't figure out how to work together by the time I come back… so help me I wouldn't hesitate to fire every single one of them even if it means the end of their ridiculous tv program.

Hisako was at my side the instant I was out of the kitchen.

"Erina-sama. There are 50 reservations in total and I've already arranged the placement of the cameras and briefed all the media crews on the proper protocols while they're here at the restaurant. I already told the producer that we'll provide the servers and I'll personally be joining the customer service so that would be less off your worries." Hisako said, looking down at her clip board while matching my strides.

"Well, that's good news." I said as I massaged my head. "Remind me again, why did I agreed on this?"

"It's because the network is one of our valuable business partner."

"Oh, right." I grumbled under my breath. If I knew this was what I was agreeing on, then I would've squashed the idea without a second thought. "Please check on those "contestants". I lost my temper and forgot to tell them what to do to those rejected dishes. It might be unworthy for my restaurant but food's still food."

"Yes, Erina-sama. The janitors already knew what to do and our employees knew the drill. It'll be ready for distribution to those who needed it."

"Thank you, Hisako." I replied as I entered my office and dismissed my aide.

Fifty reservations, huh? So that means we'll have at most five waves depending on the groups' speed at making each order and also considering the time each customer would be staying at the table.

Ugh. I can't believe that I just agreed to let those inexperienced chefs use my kitchen. Just thinking about it makes my head ache. This would be the first and last time that I'll allow them to use my restaurant as a venue for this stupid cooking show.

I can't wait for this night to end and be on my flight back to Japan in the morning.

I just hope that these'll end well.

;;

Well, that went well.

"Good work everyone! I think all of us deserves a clap and a pat on the back!" I praised my team and there was clapping and whopping and a lot of Congratulations were passed around the room. I gave them all a grin and returned all the compliments that were directed at me.

"Thank you chef!" they all chorused with a bright smile.

"It wasn't much!" I said as I untied my headband.

"Congratulations, Yukihira." Someone said behind my back and if it was possible, my grin widened when I turned and saw the man who had spoken.

"Chapelle-sensei!" I said, greeting my old mentor with a handshake and giving him a genuine smile. "I didn't know you were here!"

"I was in town when I heard that the famous Yukihira Soma would be having an exhibition at this hotel. I didn't want to miss it."

"It was kind of a 'spur of the moment' thing. Thank God the hotel manager allowed me to use their hall and lent me five helpers. I would've been screwed if it were only me. That would've been awkward—embarrassing myself in front of a lot of people."

"I doubt it. I'm sure you'd have managed on your own."

"Ah, you're flattering me."

"And you're downplaying yourself too much."

I just flashed him a grin in response as we exited the room together.

I didn't even have time to shut the door before flashes of lights and microphones were being thrust into my face. Chapelle-sensei was only able to give a quick goodbye and then I am left alone in the middle of the media.

Questions after question were thrown in my way and I tried my best to answer all of them.

"What does it feel? Travelling around the world?"

"You've been offered a job to multiple starred restaurants. Do you have any plans on accepting any one of those?"

"Do you have any plans of opening your own restaurant?"

"Europe, Africa, and now America! Where would you go next?"

I looked at the reporter that asked the last question. I grinned at the camera and decided to answer this one. "Actually, I'm going back to Japan tomorrow."

And the questions only increased.

It was late when I got back to my hotel room. I had to join the festivities, drinking wine and humoring the sales talk of different restaurant owners who'd like to hire me permanently.

Hah. As if I'll allow them to chain me in one place. I'm a free spirit. I wanted to travel. Go to different places. Discover all the secrets of the gourmet world. And maybe along the way, I could finally find what I've always been looking for.

But here, laying on my bed with my arms behind my back, the smile that I've been sporting throughout the day slowly slipped. I wasn't excited with the concept of sleeping, though I know that it's essential so that our body could rest and recharge and stuffs like that.

Still, if I wanted to continue the charade of the 'happy-go-lucky', 'problem-free' Yukihira Soma, then I need sleep.

I closed my eyes and just hope that this'll be a dreamless night.

;;

I opened my eyes even though it seemed like it was only a moment ago when I closed them. But the sunlight that slipped from the window's blinds confirmed that it was morning.

How long have I been asleep? Or, have I really slept at all?

I forced myself to sit up on the bed even though my body (or maybe it was my will?) screamed in protest.

For a moment I just stayed there, unwilling to get up and start the day. Then I felt something wet on my face.

I slowly lifted my hand towards the side of my eyes then stared sadly at my fingers.

Tears, I realized belatedly.

Just like every other times, I let my body fall back against the bed, staring at the ceiling without really seeing. I sighed.

Once in a while, I wake up crying without knowing why.

It's the dream I must have had that I can never recall.

But… this sensation…

The sensation that I've lost something lingers for a long time after I wake up.

But I knew that I have to get up. So I got up.

I moved on autopilot. I took a bath, got dressed, prepared my luggage, and tidied up the bed as best as I could.

I took a deep breath to compose myself and stood up tall. I am Nakiri Erina. And Nakiri Erina is nothing but calm and collected, elegant and beautiful, cold and intimidating.

I took a deep breath to compose myself and made sure that I hadn't forgotten anything.

My knives were packed and the white cloth was safely tied on my right wrist, so I'm ready to go!

I slapped my cheeks using both hands. I'm Yukihira Soma. And Yukihira Soma wouldn't be Yukihira Soma without the white headband tied on his forehead, without his guts and weird dishes, without his smirk and cheeriness.

With that in mind, I left the room and closed the door at my wake.

;;

I looked out of the car's window, watching the people that we passed, the cars and other vehicles that we crossed.

I'm always searching for something—or… someone

I've been consumed by this feeling ever since that day.

That day when the stars fell. It was almost like…

Like seeing something out of a dream. Nothing more or less than a breathtaking view.

;;;