My Personal Chef

Chapter 1: Cake

Makoto Kino was doing very well for herself. She continued culinary school right out of High school. And after graduating she was hired on as a cook at a top of the line restaurant in Japan. Then one day while working there, she got a proposal of a lifetime.

"Yeah Minako, I can hardly believe it." Makoto paced back and forth in her small cozy apartment while talking on the phone with her best friend. "He's a rich, fancy business man. And he wants to hire me, as his personal chef!" She exclaimed this by putting her hand over her chest even though Minako couldn't see her.

"I'm so happy for you Mako! So what is this guy like?" Minako asked a curious yet hinting tone in her voice.

"Well…" Mako started, "I haven't exactly met him face to face yet." She laughed at herself. "But I hear so many great things about him! He's only in Japan about 6 months out of the year, but between how much he's paying me and just having his name on my record, I should be able to open up my own restaurant in no time at all."

"Well then it sounds like a great opportunity for you to realize your dream." You could hear Minako smile through the phone. "I just sure hope you don't end up working for some nasty old stiff." She finished.

Makoto just laughed, she knew how Minako could be a bit cynical when it came to men.

o.o

Makoto couldn't wait to start this job. She looked at her hire papers again, familiarizing herself with the details. 'Kai Hiwatari' was the name of her employer. She heard from others at the restaurant that he owned a huge estate. She realized that she would be required to live on the property. She looked around, she would have to start packing up her small apt.

For now though she went to bed with a smile on her face. Awaiting the days to follow.

o.o

Finally she made it to the Hiwatari estate. She brought along a few bags and a box that was secured under her arm. A butler let her in and said that he would lead her to her living quarters.

She smiled and followed behind excitedly, she was so excited she didn't even care that he didn't offer to help her with her things.

There was one whole part of the house dedicated to hires. Makoto was amazed to see that her new room was almost as big as her apt. The first thing she noticed about the room was all the white. The walls were all painted white; on the bed were plain white linens and white curtains hung on the window.

"You have your own bathroom." The butler stated. And she noticed again how it was all white. "You may decorate the room as you wish." He continued as if reading her mind. "But don't damage anything." He finished.

Makoto nodded, he then turned on his heels, "well come along." She scrambled to put her few things down before closing the door to her room and following behind him again.

This time he led her to the kitchen. "Wow." Mako exclaimed upon entering. The kitchen was huge and gorgeous she walked around admiring it.

"Go ahead and familiarize yourself with it." He said before leaving her on her own.

Makoto was so excited she squealed. She then began to touch and open everything in the Kitchen. She could hardly believe that all this workspace was all hers.

O.o

Later Makoto set hard to work on making her first dinner for her new employer. She made one of her best traditional Japanese dishes. She smiled the whole time she worked. Not only did she enjoy cooking but she smiled at the thought of how much he would like the dish.

She also worked hard at making a chocolate cake with raspberries and chocolate ganache filling. She always did feel that sweets were her forte.

Suddenly the butler from before walked in. "I'm sorry miss, but sir Hiwatari doesn't want to be disturbed. So I will be bringing his dinner to his office."

"Oh, okay." No bother, she thought. She got out a tray and began to fix his dinner. Her presentation was quite exceptional.

After she was done the butler picked up the tray. "Wait," she called after him, "when do you think he would like his dessert?" she asked.

He just looked at her, "sir Hiwatari does not eat dessert."

"What!?" she exclaimed, "How could he not?" but at this time he had already exited the kitchen.

Makoto pouted for a minute before putting the cake in a cake box. She then put it away in the fridge. 'Oh well,' she sighed.

o.o

Later that evening she decided that she would familiarize herself with the Kitchen a bit more. And maybe even prep for the next day.

Before she knew it, it was already near midnight. So she figured she might as well make some tea before going to bed. And just as she finished putting the Kettle on the stove the door to the kitchen swung open.

When Makoto turned around, she saw a tall young man in front of her probably in his twenties, the same as her. She bowed her head respectfully just as she would anyone. "Good Evening" she spoke. 'I don't remember reading that he had anyone living with him… could this be his son?' she thought.

He nodded his head at her in return. "Good evening. You must be my new chef." It was more of a statement then a question.

Makoto blushed. "Uh, yes. I'm Kino Makoto." She answered. 'Not his son' she thought.

"You have a masculine name." he said to her.

She could feel her blush rise, "Yes." She answered sheepishly.

"You're also a lot younger than I thought you'd be." He finally said.

She smiled at him, "So are you."

He grinned at her. "Yes, I get that a lot."

"So." Mako started, "How did you like your dinner, sir?"

Kai gave her a smirk, "It was the best I've had in a long time."

She smiled widely back at him then bowed, "Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Suddenly the kettle began to whistle. Makoto turned around and swiftly moved the kettle to another burner and turned off the stove top. She then turned around and smiled at Kai, "would you like some tea, Mr Hiwatari sir." She was still unsure on how to address him.

He grinned at her. "You can call me just Kai." He watched the way she put her head down in embarrassment, and it amused him. "And yes, I'll have some." He answered. He then seated himself at a table in the kitchen.

She tried to fight the blush that wanted to rise in her cheeks. She turned around getting a tea set out and she began to steep the tea.

Kai was entranced at her fluid movements in the kitchen. He enjoyed watching her tall slender body, and wondered why he had never hired a young woman before.

She didn't ask how he wanted his tea; she just went ahead putting honey and cream in both cups. She handed him one.

Makoto wanted to watch him as he tasted the tea, but realized she had a hard time meeting his eyes. His crimson eyes were so captivating.

She then got a great idea; she went to the fridge and got out the cake she made. She also got out two small dessert plates and two forks. She cut each of them a slice. "A midnight snack." She smiled while putting a piece in front of each of them.

"I'm afraid I do not care much for sweets." He told her.

Makoto just smiled, "well I think you should try this."

Kai grinned at her again, "all right." He picked up the fork, and put a piece in his mouth.

Makoto watched his face. Normally when someone tries one of her cakes, you can see their whole face light up. But not Kai, he was composed his face didn't change while he ate it. She thought of how he would make a good food tasting critic. "So?" she asked.

He put his fork down, "It's good." He said simply.

She smiled triumphantly, figuring that's good enough for her.

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