Summary: Sakura Mikan is the best waitress/chef in the most luxurious restaurant. Hyuuga Natsume is a straight A medical student, training under the most experienced of doctors, Narumi. They first meet in the restaurant, under horrible circumstances. What will happen? MxN
I had a dream about this story and I decided that I had to write it, so, here's my wish come true.
Disclaimer: Don't own Gakuen Alice.
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Chapter 1
Snore, snore, snore, snuffle, wake up.
I yawned. I was tired as hell. Juggling classes, financial problems and my extremely exhausting job isn't something many people would want to do. I had to fend for myself, seeing as my father committed suicide and my mother died from having me, so the issue caused many financial problems. Trying to fix my financial problems, I got myself a job at the most expensive and sophisticated restaurant "La Lune", working night shifts. On top of that, I had to attend my classes in university. I started at Alice University when I was 17, having skipped a few years during high school. Now, I was 19, hoping to get a degree in cooking.
I had another shift at the La Lune this night, and, obviously, I was not looking forward to it. Rumors said that the famous model, Shoda Sumire, was going to have dinner at the restaurant. Apparently, she booked table "7", (who knows what those fans know about her), which was part of the tables I had to serve.
Groaning, I stretched and shuffled to my wardrobe, grabbing my uniform and throwing on a yellow t-shirt and a skirt. I hurried out of my unit home, onto the street. Pulling on my rollerskates, I made my way to the La Lune.
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I skated past the familiar buildings and shops. Nothing changed that aI knew of.
Picking up my pace, I saw a slim, black, limousine, which was literally drowned in masses of people. I knew of this car as the escort of Sumire.
I still had a few minutes until my shift started and I wasn't very far from the restaurant so I decided to have a peek at the woman inside.
The tinted windows were down, revealing a face. Dark green doe eyes were flashing on pale cream skin. Her lips were painted a startlingly bright red and her hair, which was also a dark green, was tied in an elegant bun, with her bangs framing her face.
There were other people in the car, or should I say mansion on wheels, which I couldn't see because they were thrown in darkness.
"Oh shit," I thought. I wasted too much time gawking at Sumire and was almost late for work.
Pushing myself off the low wall, which I happened to stop at, I raced downhill to the dock, where the La Lune floated.
I skidded into the small building, where the other employees kept their belongings, and put on my uniform, which was black, puffy and had a white frilly apron. Flicking of my rollerblades, ignoring the large bang and the siren of a car going off, I put on my flats and ran into the restaurant.
The golden chandelier was dangling high up on the ceiling. There was an orchestra playing quietly in a corner and waitresses, who were all dressed like me, littered everywhere, carrying plates and orders.
I dashed into the kitchen, noticing the strange looks that the customers gave me and saw Imai Hotaru, fellow cook and my best friend. She was holding up her wristwatch.
"5 minutes late," she said, "10 dollars and I won't say a word."
Sighing, I said, "later."
I heard screams from the reception. Of course, Sumire had finally arrived. Jinno, the manager of the restaurant, bowed low and lead her immediately to table 7. He went into the kitchen and looked for me.
"GO SERVE SUMIRE-SAMA IMMEDIATELY!" serving me with a generous amount of saliva.
"Whatever," I said, and went out, with a fake smile plastered on my face.
"Hello, my name is Mikan and I am your waitress for to-"
"I don't really care, waiter," Sumire spat at me, dousing me with me saliva and not looking up from her menu. Great, for such a famous person, what nice manners she has, "Ruka will get a sushi plate for entree, the chicken stuffed with truffle and the mango bavarois."
"I could have said that myself," the blonde-haired man said quietly.
"Well I said it for you, now, I want the Greek salad, the chicken coq au van and the lime and cream cheesecake," Sumire prompted.
"And I'll have the duck tongue, the seared salmon with wine sauce and the pavlova."
That's when I first met him.
Jet black hair, which was in an unintentionally sexy disarray and a pair of dark eyes which had a crimson hue, faced me.
"R-right away," I stuttered. Damn it.
His piercing glare made me feel kind of scared, which was a new feeling for me. I was usually the happy jumpy person, who didn't get scared by anything. I didn't like the new feeling.
Hurrying into the kitchen, I started preparing the entrees. Hotaru was on the sushi and Tobita Yuu, who was another one of my friends, was on the duck tongue. That left me with the greek salad.
It was fairly easy. Fresh herbs and raw vegetables washed thoroughly and tossed around with olive oil and a pinch of salt. A bit of feta cheese sprinkled over the salad and was tossed again. A few plain cashews were placed neatly on the top and voila. A greek salad.
The sushi and the tongue were done as well, so, grabbing my serving tray, I walked out with the three dishes completed and beautiful.
"The service here is good. But how about the food?" Sumire mused.
I smiled sickly. God that woman was getting on my nerves. She looked at the food, ate a forkful, spat it out and waved it away.
I stared at her when she said, "take it away."
"Why?" I asked.
"Do not question me, waiter, just get the cook over here, I need to have a word."
"Do you not like it?"
"The cook should have known of my allergies for I am Shoda Sumire." Wow, what a stuck-up bitch she was.
"Good food should not be wasted."
"You call this good? Really, call the cook in and I'll give him or her a message."
I balled my hands in a fist, "I will not return the meal and get the cook until you tell me why you are wasting fine food!"
Everyone was staring at out argument.
"Well, dearie, if you don't like this so much, why don't I give you the message to pass on?"
She picked up the plate of salad and upended the whole thing on my head. She then dropped her plate and slapped me. The plate shattered.
I was trembling. A lot.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I shrieked and tackled her to the ground.
"NO. ONE. WASTES. PERFECTLY. GOOD. FOOD. BECAUSE. OF. YOUR. STUCK-UP. NOSE. ESPECIALLY. WHEN. THE FOOD. WAS COOKED. BY. ME!" Every word equalled to one punch.
"Get your filthy hands off my cousin, scum," a voice said, holding my hand up and preventing me from biting kicking, or doing any harm to the bitch who was cowering underneath a table.
That was fun. I didn't really mean to make Sumire so bitchy or stuck-up. Really really REALLY sorry for OOC-ness if you don't like it.
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Sky~