Title: Thanksgiving Dinner with Refrigerators

Author: 100thAngel

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; all characters belong to Katsura Hoshino.

Published: Nov 25, 2009

Rewritten/posted: May 4, 2014

A/N: This was originally a short vocab story (actually entitled "Vocab") that I had to write for an English class. I decided to upload it but it really wasn't good at all. Anyway, I revised it so hopefully it's a bit smoother- by getting rid of the vocab terms.

†Thanksgiving Dinner with Refrigerators†

Jerry was known for being an enthusiastic and skillful chef. He worked for Black Order Boarding School, catering to the unique tastes of the students with exuberance. The chef loved to watch as his cafeteria was filled with empty stomachs and left with huge smiles.

As much as the chef cherished this, today his world felt empty. He tried to retain his cheeriness but he was too down to make it authentic.

You see, today was Thanksgiving and although a wondrous time for the students to return to their families, it also meant very few students stayed to enjoy his food. As of now, the only ones to appear were Allen, Kanda, Lavi, and Lenalee. He felt a little delight at knowing his favorite regulars didn't abandon him. However, their empty stomachs could not fill the void in his heart. He needed more, more stomachs to feed!

So, even though one would first reason that the other students simply went home for the holiday, Jerry's conclusion, which he roared at the top of his lungs, was, "EVERYONE HATES MY FOOD!" This shout earned him the frightened stares of three students, and one deadly glare from Kanda.

"J-jerry…" Lenalee soothed, trying to comfort the man bawling his eyes out on top of a table.

"No! No one lobbbs meeee~" he cried, choking on his sobs.

Lenalee placed a reassuring hand on his back, "Sure we love you! You're our one and only Jerry!"

Still the chef's tears did not cease. Lenalee felt uneasy as did Allen who was eying the food on the kitchen's stove while maintaining a look of melancholy. What if the food got burned? Those flames were pretty intense.

Lavi looked between the three and smirked, nudging Allen's arm. The white-haired teen raised an eyebrow at him questionably. Lavi pointed to the kitchen, mouthing the words "let's eat". His friend nodded eagerly and the two silently snuck away.

Feeling a little at a loss, Lenalee turned to her companions for help, only to discover two of them missing. Oh no, she thought, I can't let Jerry know they left!

"Uhh… Say Jerry, I'm getting really hungry. Why don't we go make a Thanksgiving feast?!"

Jerry's reaction was instantaneous as he sprang up and threw his tear streaked face into the girl's personal space. "Lenaaaaleeeee," he bellowed and hugged the poor girl, "I heart you toooo~"

Well, it was a good thing her brother wasn't there. "Haha…ha…"

"I'll go cook up the bestiest best feast evarrrr!" The cook jumped into the air and skipped into his kitchen.

Inside, Lavi and Allen ducked behind a counter, Allen's cheeks stuffed with sausages and cheese. The two crawled along the ground, careful to avoid the chef's view and scampered out.

As they exited, they were blocked by the long shapely legs of their Chinese friend. Lavi laughed neverously, "Um… It's not what it looks like."

He received a harsh glare in return.

"Allen help! Tell her that we weren't stealing food!"

"Wnne wnnd nnghning mmnd!"

"Maybe try swallowing first!" the redhead chastised animatedly. He felt a bead of sweat roll down from his forehead.

Lenalee sighed as she eyed the two, "Listen, the both of you are going to eat everything Jerry throws at you, got it? I don't like comforting old men."

Lavi chuckle, "Hehe, it sounds like you're used to comforting old men. I wonder how you- Oww!"

"Hmmph!" The girl marched away after delivering a swift kick to the pervert. Allen's eyes went wide as he watched a surprisingly large lump form beneath the red hair.

He swallowed the remaining food in his mouth as he rubbed gentle circles on his friends back, hoping it would ease some of the pain. He knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of that kick and he knew the pain lasted for days.

†

Jerry brought out several large plates full of delectable Thanksgiving-like food with warm eyes.

Upon seeing Allen's brilliant smile, Jerry's heart did a double flip. What a beautiful smile! This edged him to go all out and cook everything he could. The possibilities were endless! And so his rampage began, with him serving nearly every item in his kitchen.

As the only female in the group, Lenalee felt the need to strike up a conversation. "Kanda you've been very quiet lately. How's the food? I know it's not soba but you should really branch out, eat new things. You're a big boy now," she paused. After not receiving a reply she looked up from her dish, "Kanda?"

"Holy shit!" Lavi yelled and pointed at the samurai-wannabe, "Kanda's a cut out!"

"What!" Lenalee slammed both fists on the table.

Allen continued eating and said between bites, "That bastard… When did he get away?"

"Who wants couscous with shredded shrimp?!" The yell came from the kitchen.

Lenalee jumped and turned to the only two remaining, "We can't let Jerry find out that Kanda ditched! Keep him cooking; don't let him out of the kitchen!"

"Right on, little lady!" Lavi sang and ran into the kitchen.

"Allen! Stay here and continue eating. I'm going to try to find Kanda and bring him back. If Jerry asks, tell him I went to the restroom." The boy nodded. Lenalee grabbed the cut out, which looked shockingly like the raven haired boy, and made a mad dash out of the room.

With him as the only one left at the table, the boy couldn't have felt happier. Free food and it was all his to enjoy? Yesss!

It was some time later that Lavi came out of the kitchen with wide eyes. Upon seeing Allen, he ran over and grabbed the boy by the shoulders. He whispered loudly, "We need to get out of here! Like, now!"

"La-lavi stop- stop sh-shaking me. What are you talking about?!"

"Jerry's gone bonkers, nuts, crazy! Ah! He's gone mad, I tell ya, mad!

"W-what are you trying to say?!"

Lavi settled down and leered closely into Allen's eyes making the boy cower, "He's baking the fridge."

"…"

"I'm not lying! He finished cooking everything edible and now he's trying to prepare whatever looks edible. We could even be next!"

"That's preposterous, Lavi-" suddenly a loud gnawing noise echoed from the kitchen. Allen's jaw dropped, "Is that a chainsaw?"

The boys stilled. "L-let's get out of here!" they shouted at the same time and bolted out of the cafeteria.

"Who wants refrig-" Jerry appeared at the kitchen door, carrying a plate of… who-knows-what, but stopped after seeing no one there. He dropped to his knees, let the dish fall to the floor in a deafening crash, exploded into tears and shouted, "EVERYONE HATES MY FOOD!"

~END~

A/N: Wow, I only kept two sentences from the original and completely change the whole course of the fic. The first one simply had Jerry serving extremely nonedible food, Kanda splitting the table in half, and everyone leaving calmly. In fact, the only thing I kept was the refrigerator and Jerry's cry of everyone hating his food. If you haven't read the original, you didn't miss much.

I much prefer this rewrite, but halfway through, I realized Kanda should have thrown a fit as soon as Jerry started weeping… so I had to get rid of him. Don't ask where his cut out came from, I can't answer that.

Thanks for reading guys!