A/N: I was actually planning on making only one letter for each chapter. But if that's so, I might have serious difficulties on upcoming chapters.

Disclaimer: I disclaim…


Atobe Keigo's Dictionary

Part 1: "A, B, C"


A – Atobe Keigo

Meaning: Awesome, magnificent, charming, wealthy, rich, noble, handsome, gorgeous, beauuutiful.

"The winner shall be Hyoutei! The winner shall be Hyoutei!" people in the background exclaimed and cheered on. "The winner shall be Hyou—"

A snap. "Yes, ore-sama shall be the winner. Right, Kabaji?"

"Usu."


B – Buchou

Meaning: Captain, team leader.

"Buchou?"

"Yes?" Hyoutei's buchou asked.

The member gulped. "Your hair…"

"What about ore-sama's hair?" he said, flipping his hair. Atobe soon froze, realizing something was unusual.

"It's shaved, isn't it?"

'Curse you, Echizen Ryoma,' was the only thing in his mind.


C – Chateaubriand

Meaning: A double-thick, tender center cut of beef tenderloin, sometimes stuffed with seasonings before grilling.

"The next 10 plates for Hyoutei will be…?" the host exclaimed. "It's out!! The king of beef, chateaubriand!!"

A mutter from a certain freshman was heard. "Chateau…briand?"

"Chateaubriand, the filet of beef found in the middle of the body of the cow. From the four kilograms of filet you can take from a cow, chateaubriand consists of only a meager 600 grams. It is the height of luxury," Inui stated. "With just one bite, you will reach a place where you commoners couldn't possible have gone before."

"A…Are you serious...? I'm definitely going to go for 60 plates!" someone shouted.

Kintarou jumped up and down. "Shiraishiii!! I also really, really want to eat that!!"

Inui continued his explanation. "Chateaubriand began with a statesman from the 19th century France named Francoisrene de Chateaubriand. Because it was created by his personal chef, it came to be called by his name." He sat, his left foot crossing over his right. "From the highest grade of filet (the tenderloin), specifically from the choice central part of the filet, the flesh is in itself an art…"

Atobe snickered. "I thought that at last a meat that could satisfy the tastes of one such as ore-sama had arrived, however… my insight cannot be deceived!" he smirked. "It's an imposter."

"What?!"

"Because I have grown accustomed to eating such things, I can tell by the way the fat is distributed that it is not the real thing! And on top of that…" he paused, "You have never had chateaubriand before, have you, Inui!"

The Seigaku member started going crazy and ran wildly. Soon, a scream of pain was heard, and Seigaku changed its grill.


A/N:

I have a sudden fandom on Atobe—and that's probably why I made this kind of fanfic. :)

Review, if you please. :3

-Your hyperactive authoress, Skylite.-