Hey guys! this is my first fanfic. its based on shokugeki no soma ...its my kind of a version of what the future of our beloved characters looks like... this particular story will mainly follow erina and soma ,as they survive a blizzard that they are stuck in and soma revels a new side of himself to erina.
A bit a romance as well though in the beginning it would be subtle but most probably i will work on it as the story progresses... you guys enjoy reading it.
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please note : none of the characters belong to me.
CHAPTER 1: That day
"How in the world had she managed to end up in such a quagmire and with one of the most nonchalant person she had ever known?, the bearer of the 'god tongue' contemplated to herself, while gazing into the crimson fire which was the maybe only thing that was keeping them both alive in this shanty that protected them from the glacial winds of the blizzard. A small chill ran up her spine and she instinctively leaned in closer to the man she was stuck with, a carmine haired affable who also went by the name 'yukihira soma'. Her little action stirred him awake from his little nap. Glancing down towards the golden coloured pulchritude with droopy eyes he asked, "Erina? Are you feeling cold?". She felt both guilty and embarrassed to say it, but she was, so she just nodded her head in compliance. Soma without squandering much lifted her a little and placed her between his legs with her back against his chest as if she were a doll, but to him she was not much different. This small act not only engulfed her in his warmth but also made her blush a deep crimson colour which heated her up even more. Erina ducked her face to conceal her bashfulness from soma, who had once again dozed off with his chin resting on her head as support. How he could do so was still a puzzle to her, but then again he must be tired after all the strenuous activity he is doing for the sake of keeping them both alive. Regaining her composure her mind drifted again to the question at hand-How had they ended up this way?
"It had been somewhat around 8 years since the 92nd totsuki generation had graduated and roughly around 7 years since she had last met soma. They all had advanced with such flying colours and top grades that was unknown even to the history of totsuki itself, but then again they were called the 'jewel generation' for a reason. It was also the first time that nine members of 'the elite ten' had belonged to the same year. In their third (final) year, soma had rightfully enthroned himself as the first seat after having conquered the 'god's palate', and finally made her admit that his cooking was indeed delectable. Consequently making Erina the second seat. Akira Hayama had been the third seat, korokiba ryo the fourth, tadokora megumi the fifth,takumini aldini the sixth seat, nakiri alice the seventh seat ,mimasaka Subaru the eighth and hisako arato the ninth seat of the 'elite ten council'.But this wasn't the reason why their generation had been applauded for being so insanely ridiculous daunting chefs. After all the anecdote of a few handful students overthrowing The Central, ruled by the devil of the cuisine world, Nakiri Azami wasn't unknown to anyone in the culinary world.
"True enough, Erina still remembered vividly the regimental shokugeki that they had scrimmaged against the overwhelming force of the then elite ten members who had sided with the central. Even with the aid of their seniors and mentors, the battle had been very gruelling leaving only soma to brawl against the godly duo of tsukasa Eishi and Kobayashi Rindou. It was at that moment when soma had surpassed everyone's expectations and had broken out of his shell and emanated as the victor, completely crushing the duo and sending the whole culinary world trembling to its core. Even his father, saiba Jhoichiro had been baffled beyond compare. The alluring image of the crimson head cooking so vivaciously ,the glint of his unfazed eyes staring into the far domains of cooking , not visible even to the artisans that had devoted their whole lives to reach the quintessential of their craft, the childlike pure innocence of accomplishing the new, had truly been a sight to behold. The image of his hefty back and mesmerising smile which he carried, emerging from the rubble of the arduous crusade was something that will forever be etched in her mind. The shokugeki had not just overthrown the Azami ruled Central but had also made a testament –that the new potentate of the culinary world had arrived.
Like every war known to mankind, this one too had to be followed by an aftermath, albeit it wasn't something she could have imagined in her wildest creations. Their victory had not just broken the shackles around totsuki but also the walls that her father had put up. When she looked at her father, expecting him to be absolutely disgusted and spilling with rage, she couldn't perceive anything of that sort .The malice aura that always surrounded him was gone without a trace. It was as if she was looking at someone totally different. The expression he had was of a person who had been saved by a messiah who had thrashed down all the burdens he had been carrying and granted him relief and freedom. He turned to look at his daughter, for the first time Erina did not feel trepidation. Their eyes made contact and she could see them filled with a complex combination of pride (towards her) remorse and apology and for the first time she could saw the man that was 'her father'. Erina could never comprehend but she had cried then, running up to Azami and hugging him crying to his chest, like a little girl finally finding her father after years of being lost. Little did she know she wasn't the only one who felt that way, Azami had the same feelings too and had been crying while discreetly hiding his tears and embracing his daughter.
Thereafter, Azami congratulated the rebel group for their conquest and publically apologised to everyone his actions had bought hurt, stepping down as the director of totsuki and handing the mantel back to sanzaemon, Erina's grandfather. Saiba Jouichiro and azami had met a few days after for their fated encounter to resolve their diffrences, both of them accepting the fact that it was their own selfishness that had bought grieve to their children's generation, but both had agreed on the fact that they were the luckiest and proudest fathers of the world.
so here it is the first chapter...sorry for before... i have made the changes and removed all the extra text...
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