Hell's Kitchen

Disclaimer: I don't really like the Sora&Najika pairing, but the storyline would make more sense. There is also no way that any of this is the official business, so please... don't flame on the process of this story. You can flame on my horrible grammar conventions though. I just keep finding more things to disclaim about... copyright not intended... and stuff.

Resolve

Dark music played as the few people clad in black mourned for their lost friend. Most others though, despised this person and did not even bother to come to the funeral. There was a boy and there was a girl, both teenagers and both were crying. Another was an old lady along with some children sobbing intensely. "Najika!" one of the kids broke down. The old lady, still in tears, hugged the child, trying to comfort him in the process.

"Waaah!" the teenage girl cried, "Najika why? Why did you an-and Sora have to die?" She kept trying to wipe her face, but the tears kept flowing. "Tell me why damn you!" She pounded the boy next to her in her depression.

He grabbed her arm to stop her, "Akane, control yourself! I-I mean you need to calm down, at least in front of the little kids!"

"Daichi, you can't tell me to calm down after both of them died!" she yelled.

"Yes I can! I'm doing it right now. Akane, for Najika and Sora's sake you have to... to..." he struggled to find words because he was suffering the loss of both his older brother and the person he loved the most.

She held both of his arms and looked him in the eyes, "Listen to me now. You can't tell me to calm down if you're not over their deaths either," she explained.

"But-" he started. Then a hand came upon his shoulder in comfort.

"Daichi-san, we understand..." the old lady smiled softly.

He only took a glance at her expression to break down again, "I'm... sorry I couldn't do anything to change her Hagio..."

"It's not your fault," she replied gently, "...no one should be at fault. So shall we get going now? Any longer I think we'll all die from loss of salt and water." She encouraged everyone to get up and stop crying. Hagio led the way as she stopped midway and turned to face the grave.

Everyone took one last glance at the tombstone, there lay: Kazami Najika.

In another place, a young man was arguing with a powerful looking deity. "I'll go to hell, but you can't send her down there! I can't let anything happen to her... Not after what I've done to everyone else."

The deity responded, "You do know, that signing a deal with the devil is never going to be guaranteed."

"I know, but I have to at least try and repent for my sins!" he tried to pursuade.

"Ha! Repent for your sins? It's much too late for something as insolent as that. If you're going to hell you need to get rid of your changing emotions or else it's not going to be very fun... This is your last chance, choose your path or I'll choose for you," it laughed.

The boy looked down and then looked towards the girl unconscious on one of the floating devices in line with thousands of other souls. "Deal."

It grinned and locked the path to the heavenly staircase while opening the gates to a fiery punishment. "You've sealed your fate naive one. Now go, or you'll suffer something much worse than hell."

"Na-Najika... I'm sorry, but I have to do this for your well being. It's my fault that I lied to you anyways, and so I guess I deserve this for the most part," he reconciled walking down towards the depths of hell.

After closing the doorway, the girl woke up immediately. Her orange hair grew longer than before she had died. "What? Where am I?"

An angel aproached her, "You've been saved by grace, and here is where you'll decide whether or not you go to hell or heaven!" It showed Najika the way towards the large desk and she was in front of two judges. One looked more menacing than the other; the other looked very gentle and kind.

The nicer looking judge smiled at her, "And you are Kazami Najika?"

"I am," she answered, still confused as to where she was.

"Choose which path you believe you should go through," the other judge ordered.

A bit shocked by the sudden comment Najika asked, "What?"

The angel, understanding her confusion replied instead, "Kazami-san, you're in the judgment room. This is where you go after you die on Earth. You have to choose whether or not you think you should go to heaven or hell. The judge in the white is whom we nicknamed Left and the judge in the black is whom we nicknamed Right."

"I see..." she contemplated.

Impatient, Right's voice boomed, "Choose!"

Left laughed, "It doesn't matter, she's going to go to heaven anyways and she's most likely going to choose heaven anyways."

"That's her choice, we can still change the decision," Right said.

"Hey, what do you mean by me going to heaven anyways?" she asked curiously.

Some random person behind her was getting impatient and yelled, "A boy before you sold his soul to the devil to make sure you get up there hun!"

"A boy? Soul? De... vil..." and it all came to her, Sora and her had died and they were in the judgment room. While she was still unconscious, he had sealed his soul's fate... because of her. "I... I can't allow this!" she exclaimed, "You have to put him back in heaven! he doesn't deserve to go to hell! I do!"

Left responded, "He signed a deal with the devil, the worst possible sin you could make. Besides, he lied to you and gave you false hopes, he killed your dreams by dying. Thus, causing you to die and made his friends and family greive over him."

Najika stopped listening after lied, "Lied to me? If that's all he did to deserve going to hell... then I'd be a fool to accept the other end of the bargain from a demon like you! If he died because of a lie that made me happy, then I should just go straight to hell."

"Left, you are a disappointment giving away your identity like that," Right said sternly. Left, still a little shocked that she found out.

"Whatever, another resident for hell, that's fine for me. Looks like Right lost another angel, boo hoo," it said sarcastically. Looking towards Najika with a smirk on it's face, it said, "You've sealed your own fate kid, be prepared for the worst... because if you can't stand the heat, you should just burn with everyone else who tried cooking in our kitchen." Soon after, Left raised his devil trident and closed the pathway to heaven and opened the pathway to hell. "Go."

"Sora... I'll get you back, even if it takes everything I know! At least there's one thing in this abysmal I can use... and that's the fire," Najika declared boldly, "and that's a promise I will keep."

Right watched her walk down the stairs and said to himself, "I don't know if He would say whether or not this was right at all... Falling so much in love that you would be willing to follow them down to hell. I'll... keep a watch on this girl and that boy."

Once Left closed the gates, he laughed maniacally while Right was smirking as well. "What are you laughing at?" it asked in an annoyed tone.

"You forgot to take her emotions away," Right chuckled.

"Oh shit!" Just when Left was about to summon Najika again, another soul appeared in front of them.

"It's too late, she's out of your hand. Let's work, still have an eternity before retirement comes into view," Right said calmly.

Shifting its eyes, Left replied disdainfully, "You said that last eternity, and it's not helping you know." The deity turned towards the approaching soul, "How are you today?"

Meanwhile, at the academy... "This is our new student who will be in the Special Class, Mizuno Seiya. He will be the spokesperson for our new cooking school," the director introduced to all the special class students.

Everyone gasped at the appearance of him. Daichi and Akane choked a little when they saw him. In unison, they whispered to each other, "S-Sora?"

Akane struggled a bit in speech, "It can't be... h-he died already." With that said, her eyes became swollen again and she cried. Other people were completely awekstruck and some burst into tears as well.

Daichi on the otherhand already knew who this person was and regained his composure, "So once again, this... is Mizuno Seiya."

The new student grunted at the class, "I'm sick of seeing people cry because they see me. Especially when their response is always about this 'Sora' kid. Do I really look like him?"

Akane stood from her chair, angered by him, "Don't talk like that about Sora! He was a good person, and you could never compare to him!"

"Tch. I can bet you a creme brulee that he can't even cook, so there's no point in comparing him with me," Mizuno snorted.

The director was getting impatient, as well as annoyed and ended it before the argument got out of hands, "Stop. Now go to your seats and resume working." He left the room in distress and the rest of the day was filled with angst, grief and awkwardness.

When she entered hell, it wasn't anything she had really expected. There were little sparks of flames everywhere and she felt the heat even though her body was supposedly dead. Occasionally, she saw some people walking around, but they seemed uncaring with no emotions. "Excuse me," she tried as one person walked by. It looked as if no one had felt the heat other than her; it was a weird experience, but she was in hell after all. She looked glum; what was she expecting in this place? A warm welcome hand that will greet her and take her to her new torture quarters?

And suddenly, that's what she got. "You are Kazami Najika, correct?"

Najika spun around and saw her greeter, "I am."

"Well that's good because I have to show you around this place," the person said with no expression. They led her around and she caught sight of someone she thought she knew.

"Sora?" she gasped. Then she broke away from her guide and ran over to the boy who had his mouth covered with bandages. She knelt down beside him and cried, "Sora? Is that you? It is, isn't it? I know it's you Sora..." She held him tightly, but the boy seemed entirely surprised.

"Huh? What are you doing to me?" he asked warily.

"I'm hugging you," she replied automatically.

He raised one of his eyebrows in question, "There's no point in it."

"Sora why? You do remember me right?"

"Of course, you're Kazami Najika. I gave up my spot in heaven to make sure you went up there."

"That's right, but I'm taking you back up there! If anyone deserved to go to hell it should be me! It was all my fault and... besides, without you I'd be lost..."

"You should've kept your end of the bargain, and now that you're down here. What am I supposed to do if I gave up my freedom for nothing?" Sora retorted bitterly.

Her eyes were swollen, she'd finish crying, but this was too sad for her. "...I'm... you... I'm going to get the Sora I know back into heaven if it's the last thing I do in this afterlife!" She gripped his hands tightly and pledged, "If there's anything I can do Sora... just say the word and I'll do it."

Sora thought about it; since his emotions were taken away, he didn't really have anything to go by. "I want some pancakes, I've been itching for some pancakes ever since I got here."

"Done," she said. Najika stood up and ran after her guide again. "Take me to your kitchen," she ordered. A determined girl meant that she was willing to be the boss in these situations. The guide shook their head. "What? Why not?" she complained.

"We don't have a kitchen," the guide admitted, "because it was never necessary."

She pouted, "This might be a problem..."

Typer's Note -
I couldn't handle it anymore! There were only ONE other KP FF on FF? D:
that's too depressing... here's a second one! You guys need to bust them out, I love this manga...
I hope you enjoy it and it's not too... I dunno... bad. I'll continue it, but I don't know how long it will take me to update. So no promises!