(A/N) Okay, so I've been meaning to upload this for a while now, I've just been quite pre-occupied. But here it is! Hope you enjoy and maybe drop a review down there:')
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just to make is simpler.
As always, enjoy:*
Chapter 1
'Famous chef Monogram has just brought out his first cook book!' I heard a faint buzz from the room opposite me. Another news story on the great Auguste Monogram. He gave it an amusing title; "Anyone Can Cook". What's even more amusing is that Monogram actually seems to believe it. I, on the other hand, take cooking seriously and no-I don't think "anyone" can do it... Take me for example. I'm a rat. And I seriously need to rethink my life, because this is my problem. I want to be a chef. I know just what to do! I could make the French peoples taste buds dance. But who wants to eat at a place owned by a rat? No one, that's who. I even have an overly developed sense of smell. Like right now, in this kitchen, I can smell... That Napoleon.
"Flour, eggs, sugar, vanilla bean, small twist of lemon..." I vigorously sniffed at the discarded bit of pastry, and then it started to move.
"Wow, you can smell all that?! You have a gift, my brother!" Emile erupted from the pastry. He was my easily impressed brother. And he also happened to be a bit on the plump side. But my brother was the best rat there was! Then, someone else barged past me.
"So you have a good nose for ingredients, so what?" That ray-of-sunshine was my dad. Django, the leader of our clan and he was never impressed. Well, certainly never with me.
You may wonder how this gift could in any way be a curse. Well, in that same moment, I smelt something wrong. My dad had just grabbed a slice of cheese that was lying innocently on the counter top.
"No, don't eat that!" I snatched the piece away from him, then followed my nose to the source of the unusual smell radiating off the cheese. And what did I find? Rat poison of course. So, let's just say that this one time, my dad was impressed with me, so impressed in fact... He gave me the job of 'poison detector.'
"Well done, Perry. Now, make sure that horrible stuff never ends up in any of our clan!" Well, at least it makes him proud. So here I was. Sat having to smell everyone's garbage. Literally.
"See, doesn't it make you proud to see that you are helping people, for a noble cause" My dad sat next to me and patted me on the back.
"Noble? We're thieves' dad! We steal, and we steal garbage!"
"It's not stealing if no one wants it." My dad started to rub his temples.
"Well, if no one wants it, why do we?!" I cried out in protest. Me and my dad tend not to see eye to eye. He never understood my talent, or my desire for nice food, and not someone else's trash!
"One man's trash is another man's treasure." He sternly said. "One day, you will understand why we do this! Why we have to take this! You think I like eating trash?" He turned around and started to walk away from me. "This is what we are. We are rats! We must steal or we die. You cannot afford to be picky about what you eat. You need it for strength. If you're not happy about that..." He turned around to face me, his anger clear in his eyes, "Go find another clan!" And with that, he stormed out and then scurried off to find more 'food'.
Well, there you go! This story will be updated every week hopefully. Hope you enjoyed:) *Throws confetti*