Ok, so I'm here drinking Pepsi and listening to Three Days Grace and other artists on my ipod, and here I am, finally deciding to write my first Ratatouille fanfiction. I recently became a fan of the movie, and I know I'm a geek but who cares? I love it, and though I'm straight, I like gay couples, too, they're awesome, so if you have a problem, tough.
Moonlight shone through the glass-stained window of the large house in the middle of Paris. That meant another endless night for Remy. He had been adjusting to the new home that he, Linguini, and Colette in to together, and had been used to the smells of the new restaurant that they opened: The Ratatouille. Sure, Remy had been used to the surroundings and living among more humans than he ever did, and his father's clan was well proud of him, for they gotten to eat good food, better than the wasted garbage that could possibly be toxic.
The one problem about living with humans is that he could fully understand their language, but they couldn't understand the rats. He had been making full progress at preparing food and knowing what tastes right and what doesn't, and he was proud of it, having the feeling that he had lived up to his dream, like Gusteau did. The kitchen smelled of vegetables and grains and the meat was as tender as leather, food seemed just about right to serve, but something was missing. Is it rosemary or maybe that cheese I tried the other day? Remy thought. No, that's not it; it has to be something missing though. He looked around, and found Alfredo Linguini patting a kiss on Colette's cheek while she was stirring a bowl of freshly mushroom soup. The aroma of the soup was delightful, but that wasn't it. There was a suspicious perhaps a rather deep look in Remy's brown eyes as he stared at the couple. That's what's missing, he told himself. As Alfredo and Colette turned around, Remy quickly scampered down the counter towards a pot of vegetable soup. Gosh, there's so much food here, why am I thinking that? Remy then thought.
Remy then scurried over to the window, and he found the sun completely over the horizon, with the moon hanging high in the sky, with a family of stars sparkling as glitter and a pattern of wild dark colors in the sky. He then turned around, and before him was the ghost of Gusteau.
"Must be really lonely here, here let me keep you company," said Gusteau.
"Thanks," replied Remy. "I don't know what's going on with me, I mean, I want Linguini to be happy but I also want to be happy."
"Oh, so what are you saying?"
"I don't know, I just-I could…I could be having this feeling that I just can't get out, and its aching bad."
"Oh, so you have feelings for my son?"
"I must be talking crazy talk, I mean I'm a rat and he's what, a human?"
"Well who knows? He might get an interest. He does have Colette that he cares about, maybe you're also on his mind, you never know."
"Might work, but nobody care about rats," Remy sighed.
"You're being unfair to yourself now," Gusteau intoned. "You have this entire restaurant, and you have my son and his girlfriend, and you'll always have your family clan and me."
"But see, you're a fragment of my imagination, how could I possibly have you by my side?"
"Because I care about you, come on now, just hang on and see what my son thinks."
"Ok."
Gusteau then disappeared from sight, leaving Remy watching Alfredo and Colette hugging each other while rushing to the bathroom. The rat knew something was with them; it was love of course, something that he always wanted, something that made him feel stronger. He wished for the specter of Gusteau to return, but he knew now he was better off cooking until he found some form of communication between him and Alfredo.