Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Gakuen Alice. And, no, I don't own T.G.I. Friday's either.

Basic Summary-Natsume is the best chef in all of Tokyo. His authentic, delicious cuisine has people all over the globe talking. Meet Sakura Mikan, an aspiring chef to be whom is trying to make it to the top. But in order to make it in the cooking world, she will have to get past Hyuuga Natsume if she wants this dream to become reality, even if it means having to work under him...and starting off on the wrong foot with him doesn't exactly help her that much either...


My Slice of Heaven

"Anyone can Cook"- from Ratatouille


Chapter One: Fast food Mishaps


"The food was remarkable...No, it was simply divine. In actuality, I truly believe that there are no words that can possibly express how delectable the food was. Hyuuga Natsume has done it again. He has managed to once again astound me with his recipes. In all of my years in working with gourmet food, I have never been to a restaurant that honestly deserves to be 'five stars'. Hyuuga's restaurant has exceeded my high expectations as to what a restaurant should be. His prosperous business continuously produces 'over the top' food that crushes any form of competition. I look forward to the next time another one of his creations is released. Until then,-"

"Mikan, what the hell are you reading?" Anna had a look of incredulity on her face as she held up the magazine I had been reading.

A hesitant giggle left my lips as I fiddled with my fingers. "Well, it's just that popular food magazine...You know, 'Japan's Finest'?"

A high pitched squeal that was loud enough to wake the dead filled my ears. "Oh. My. God."

Anna was drooling over a page in my magazine...sure, I knew the food in the magazine was good, but to actually start drooling over it, I think that was going a bit overboard. "Anna, I know the food in that magazine looks amazing but-"

"He is so fine..."

My coffee brown eyes widened in confusion. "Pardon me?" I felt the magazine being thrust directly in front of my face, Anna's fingers still gripping tightly onto my magazine. I highly doubt that I'm going to get that back any time soon.

Upon seeing what the fuss was about, my smile was immediately replaced with a frown. It was Hyuuga Natsume. 'AKA' , one of the best chefs in all of Japan and teenage heart throb. He was actually most likely a heart throb to all women.

Anna was drowning in ecstasy. "I-Its Hyuuga Natsume! I swear, he is the hottest guy in Tokyo...No, in all of Japan!" Rolling my eyes, I pushed the magazine from my face. Buying 'Japan's Finest' was definitely a mistake...

"Tell me something that the entire female population has not announced already..."

"Okay, fine then." Anna huffed, obviously miffed at my indifference. Boredom sent my senses into overload. Hearing about Hyuuga Natsume was neither fun nor interesting. It was utterly and unfathomably annoying.

Of course, by me verbally voicing out my thoughts, I would most likely be tried and sent to jail with the offense, 'Insult to the Most Gorgeous Man Ever Alive'. Either that, or a mob of hormone induced females would come to my door threatening to take my life.

Oh the price it pays to be different.

"Don't feel so bad Anna. It's just that..." I trailed off, not knowing whether it would be a wise decision to complete my sentence or continue.

"I know, I know. Its okay if you aren't obsessed over him or anything...I totally respect you." Although Anna looked pained, she appeared to be sincere.

I flashed a grateful smile. "Thanks, Anna."

She smiled back. "No problem, but a favor..."

"Sure, knock yourself out." It was kind of obvious what her question was going to be, so supplying the answer was much more efficient.

"Really?! You don't mind?" Without waiting for an answer, Anna shrieked in happiness and ran off, my magazine clutched in her eager hands. Another Natsume picture was going onto 'The Wall'...

'The Wall', was basically a Natsume shrine made to quench the lustful desires of my fellow co-workers here at T.G.I. Fridays.

'The Wall' was covered with everything from Natsume pictures to Natsume newspaper articles...I think I even saw a hair sample taped on there... no doubt bought from the Japanese black market or something...

"Mikan!" Snapping out of my reverie, I looked for the source of the voice. Ah, there she is. It was my wonderful boss, the Head Waitress, Yuri.

"Hai, Yuri-sama?"

Yuri sent a nasty glare my way, probably trying to intimidate me. "In case you have forgotten, right now you are supposed to be working. Not sitting around doing nothing."

Blushing profusely, I focused my gaze on my converse shoes. At this point, I would rather look anywhere but her face. It wasn't much to look at anyways, she had makeup covering every square inch of it. It was caked on and nothing was left without it. A scowl was glued on her face 24/7 and she never smiled. Smiling was definitely an incapability when it came to Yuri.

She fed off of the misfortunes and mistakes of others, that much was certain.

Yuri rolled her eyes, but an admiring expression conquered her disdain. "Listen, just because you are new here, doesn't mean that you can slack off. Hyuuga Natsume is waiting at table seven, so get to it and don't mess this up."

In actuality, I had been working here for two years, but I stood up and hurriedly left the kitchen without complaints.


A handsome crimson eyed boy was currently seated by himself at table seven. He had asked for a private table in a secluded area, but with girls dreamily staring at him, the area was anything but private. It was disgusting to see the drooling girls trying to take a look at him from behind their own menus...

Normally he would be caught dead if he was in a fast food restaurant. Fast food was fattening, distasteful, and unhealthy. Fast food was nothing compared to the 'finer foods' in life. Of course, not everyone was lucky enough to afford these 'finer foods' and had to resort to the level of beasts. Eating at fast food restaurants.

To think one would resort to the level of beasts when it came to eating, was completely beyond him. Only lazy bums who couldn't cook for themselves ate at fast food restaurants. Yet here he was, about to dine in a fast food restaurant, T.G.I. Fridays to be exact.

The 'he' would be better known as Hyuuga Natsume, the highly proclaimed best chef in all of Japan. His authentic cuisine was known the world over and anybody who was anybody knew who he was. He was the esteemed owner of the most popular restaurant in Japan. At the tender age of sixteen, Hyuuga Natsume was a child prodigy in the eyes of the nation.

Glancing at his watch, Natsume tapped his fingers on the table impatiently. He was told a waiter would be coming to his table in a matter of seconds. 2 minutes was not a matter of seconds. Just then, a menu was tossed carelessly in front of him. Raising an eyebrow, Natsume turned to face the waiter.

The waiter, was actually a waitress. She was a brunette with light brown locks pulled into two pigtails. She wore a striped polo shirt along with creamy, beige pants. Smiling testily, in a smooth, light voice she said,

"Hello, my name is Sakura Mikan and I will be your waitress this afternoon. Are you ready to place your order?"

Natsume gazed at the waitress named 'Mikan' in indirect curiosity. She didn't scream or faint and she was one of the first girls who actually managed to form a coherent sentence in his presence.

She was also kind of cute. Kind of.

"Excuse me, sir, but I'm afraid you haven't answered my question yet." The tone in which she spoke to him lacked the warmness that was in her introduction. She sounded a tad annoyed. Meeting her gaze, he gave her a 'once over' before idly flipping through the menu.

"Shouldn't you have a bit more patience? Calm down."

Mikan narrowed her eyes in pent up frustration. "I'm terribly sorry, Hyuuga-san."

It was hard to hide the amusement in Natsume's blood red eyes. She knew who he was and yet she still insisted upon keeping her attitude. This girl was interesting.

Shrugging his shoulders coolly, he shut the menu and handed it to her. "I'll just have a hamburger with a side order of fries."

"Thats it?"

"Not quite..."

Mikan stared at him warily. "Yes?"

"I would prefer it if the meat was cooked medium rare and it must be seasoned properly. I cannot even begin to say how important the seasoning is...Seasoning makes everything taste better, you know. Oh, and the vegetables in it must be finely chopped and diced. The difference in taste could be affected greatly if you mess up the cutting...If vegetables are finely cut, you won't be able to taste it as much, but the undeniable flavor will definitely still be there." Natsume took immense pleasure in the annoyed look that crossed the girl's face.

"After they are cut, I would like you to sauté them for a matter of minutes...Not too long, just enough to give the burger a 'crisp' taste in contrast to the 'juicy' taste that the burger itself should be able to bring...The mixing of those two completely different flavors, albeit so alike, will result in a delicious hamburger. The french fries should also be fried carefully. I don't like it when french fries aren't crisp. French fries should be crispy and slightly crunchy. It seems McDonalds like to feed their customers soggy french fries... "

Mikan's eyes widened in anger. "What the hell?"

Natsume smirked. "Whats wrong? Haven't you ever heard of a customer's request?"

"Not when the customer demands the impossible."

Natsume brushed off her agitation. "I would also like one Pepsi with ice." Jotting down the order on her notepad, Mikan rolled her eyes as she walked away. "Your order will be right with you."

As if she had never left, the waitress Mikan returned balancing a tray with the hamburger and ice cold Pepsi. Placing it in front of the customer Mikan could have sworn he mumbled something along the lines of 'about damn time...' She knew that she could have walked away, but her pride made her stay.

Tapping her foot lightly, Mikan saw his fork prick a french fry as he brought it to his mouth. Sheesh, hadn't this guy ever heard of finger food? As soon as she saw him swallow, she folded her arms in front of her chest. "Well?"

Natsume glanced at her and sneered. "It's disgusting. Did you even make an effort to follow my instructions?"

Mikan rolled her eyes for what seemed like the umpteenth time that afternoon. "I already told you that your instructions were impossible. Its not like I cook the food myself anyways. I clean tables and take orders from people like you. Although none of them were as arrogant and annoying as you are, but what am I to expect?"

It was Natsume's turn to roll his eyes as he grabbed his soda. "Whatever."

Taking a sip, Natsume's eyes widened in distaste as he placed the cup down. "What the hell? This isn't Pepsi."

Mikan's eyes widened in mock confusion. "What do you mean its not Pepsi, of course it is."

"No its not, its coke."

Mikan's eyes narrowed as she glared at Natsume angrily. "Even if it was coke, there is no difference between Pepsi and coke. They are practically the same thing, its only the name that is different."

Natsume glared right back at her. "Pepsi is sweeter than coke. The drink lacks the sweetness that Pepsi would normally have. Its coke." Natsume's eyes widened slightly in interest as he looked at the waitress.

A sickeningly sweet smile was plastered on Mikan's face. "You want Pepsi, right? I'll be right back..." With that, she grabbed the coke and took it back to the kitchen.

She returned quickly with another glass of Pepsi...or perhaps it was coke. It looked the same anyways.

The same sugary sweet smile was on her face when she stopped by the table. "Here is your Pepsi, Hyuuga-san. I got the ice straight from the freezer so it should be cold enough for you."

Another smirk found its way onto Natsume's face. At least the girl knew her place...or so he thought.

As he leaned over the table to grab the drink, she splashed the contents of the cup onto his person.

Everyone who had witnessed the spectacle was in shock. If it wasn't an illusion, one of the waitresses had poured Pepsi all over the Hyuuga Natsume. The best chef in all of Japan and the desire of all women.

His crimson eyes widened in shock at the feeling of the cold liquid running down his body.

Mikan smiled at him with mischief glowing in her shining chocolate orbs. "I hope the Pepsi was cold enough for you, Hyuuga Natsume." Natsume recovered quickly as genuine curiosity filled his eyes. This girl wasn't half bad.

"Mikan!"

Said person's eyes widened in horror and winced at the sound of the voice. "Yes...?"

Yuri's eyes nearly popped out of her sockets at the sight before her. Sakura Mikan had just poured...

"Mikan, what the hell did you do?!" Of course Yuri knew what she did, but she just asked the question for 'dramatic emphasis'.

Glancing at her coldly, Mikan's previous signs of fear had vanished. "What do you think I did, Yuri-sama?"

Yuri was holding in anger that was just about ready to explode. "Why did you pour coke on Natsume?!"

"It's not coke, its Pepsi."

"What's the freakin' difference?!"

Mikan rolled her eyes and shrugged. "I don't know, why don't you ask him?"

She winced as her boss shrieked in fury. "That's it, Mikan! You are fired!"

"W-what?" Mikan was shocked. She had been doing so well.

Yuri batted her eyelashes at Natsume, looking at him with obvious lust in her eyes. "I am so sorry for her behavior, Hyuuga-san."

Simply nodding, Natsume looked at Mikan's surprised expression. This girl was certainly one of a kind.

Yuri turned back to Mikan, a cruel smile etched on her features. "I advise you leave now, Mikan."

Rolling her eyes, Mikan calmly walked past Yuri and went out the door, throwing one last look at an amused Natsume. She had finally lost her job that she had for two years, all because of a certain annoying crimson eyed boy.

Life was definitely sweet.


A/N: Wow. I hope this is okay..XD Okay, I was inspired to write this from that adorable movie, Ratatouille. I love to cook myself, and as soon as I saw that mouse cooking in the theaters I was like..."This could make a good story for Mikan and Natsume!" The terminoligies and such should be released either next chapter or the next. This story is going to be one heck of a ride, I can feel it. ;D Oh, and I am not going to be able to update this or any of my other stories until I come back from the carolinas. Please look at my profile in reference to that, thanks. Well, do you love it? Hate it? Think I could have done way better? If so, please leave a review and I will answer it as soon as I have the time. Constructive critique is appreciated. Reviews are appreciated. ;D Only time will tell the fate of this story. XD Thanks again.