Warning: OC, un-beta-ed.

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La Pâtissier

Chapter 1:

A la Creme

The redhead self-proclaimed genius smiled assuredly. With a dreamy sigh, he beheld the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in this world, sparks of adoration flaming in his lavender irises. Gazing meaningfully, she sure was the only one for him; his first and last love. They were soul mates and meant to be. Forever.

But she was trapped now, in a gigantic cold glass jail. He could feel her screaming for help even though she didn't open her mouth. He could sense her whispering even though she couldn't speak.

Save me…. Take me…

It was so sweet, so seductive… he shivered as tingle ran down his spine. She was truly flirtatious. He clenched his fist tightly. Someday, I swear, I'll take you and escape you from this hell… we'll be free, and it's just you and me together… He put his hand to the glass wall between them, blew a goodbye kiss then walked away with a pounded heart, too hard to leave her alone.


Another day came, times passed as fast as a girl changing clothes.

Marui Bunta, the infamous volley specialist of Rikkaidai slung his tennis bag, hurriedly running after tennis practice that afternoon. He bravely ignored the glare of his teammates, Niou Masaharu, the deafening shout of 'tarundoru!' by Sanada Genichirou, even the if-you-don't-go-back-I'll-kill-you smile of the angelic buchou, Yukimura Seiichi. He actually forced himself hard to neglect the warnings, because right now he had nobler mission to accomplish and there absolutely had to be one certain destination to go.

Parfait Patisserie.

Marui gasped as his round orbs fell to the dessert displaying in the glass box, figuratively demanding him to be brought out. There she was. The strawberries atop of creamy, soft whipped cream looked glazing against the sunshine; the dripping chocolate artistically spread here and there; the undoubtedly luscious sponge cake; all of them was combined perfectly in a piece of Strawberry Chocolate Cake. Marui's mouth now was half-parted, saliva stagnating in it.

It's time to save you, my darling princess!

Abruptly, he dug into his pockets to find some money. Null. He screwed his bag's contents, hoping he unintentionally left some pennies or if he was lucky enough, his wallet (he rarely brought wallet to school because his kouhai, Kirihara Akaya sometimes took it without permission only to see his childhood photograph and make fun of it).

It was void. None. Nada. He panicked. Of course he did! He was supposed to take her home, as soon as possible! He couldn't wait any longer. He messed up his fluffy hair in anger and imitative depression, who knows that one of bewildered passersby would pity him and finally buy him that cake?

"How can I be so stupid? I'm a tensai!" he hissed. Wait. He was a tensai, right? He must have had many ways to take this pretty princessa home.

And I mean, in MANY ways.

Legal or not, it wasn't the right time to think about it. He was cornered. It was an emergency situation! He had to find a way to escape her from the abandoned dungeon.

Licking his upper lips, he almost could taste her heavenly sugary body. He imagined having her in his mouth, covering his tongue as the heat of his body made her melt. The ptyalin slowly broke the sugar up, so that the sucrose could be separated to glucose and he could gain energy from catabolism process—forget the biology. Oh, she surely would satisfy his glorious sense of taste!

His eyes twitched from corner to corner as he ambled relaxingly into the bakery, trying to minimize the suspicion of whoever saw him running his fingers on the display glass, whistling randomly and smiling so widely with teeth gleaming in most peculiar way. Well, it was a futile attempt, then. He positioned himself near his lover, eyes twitching once again to make sure what he had seen.

The shop was strangely empty.

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged. Whatever. It means a good sign for him, after all. No one would catch him red-handed and he could peacefully conduct his plan to save Strawberry (the cake's nickname which he decided one hundred seventy eight seconds ago).

But first, he wanted to touch her sooth pure white cream. His tip of index finger poked the surface of Strawberry carefully yet eagerly. Then it came to his mouth, licking it…

Yum. It felt sooo good. As expected from an expert like her.

Marui's face lit up, rose-colored tint painting his chubby cheeks. Kami-sama! I really love her, please don't let her go! His hands practically grab the five hundred and twenty yens pastry and—

"Boo."

"WHOAAAAAAAA!" Never had Marui jumped due to a very low whisper that sounded heavier to be a girl's voice but softer to be a guy's but this time. Did an okama catch him off-guard? That wasn't quite cool.

Oh well. It wasn't cool-or-not cool matter; he had to deliver the cake to his stomach for the sake of sugar need! Not daring to look back, he pretended to stun for a moment, then took a step forward, a step again, then his hand attempted to reach the cake as fast as he could but suddenly, something like a lightning stopped his movement fully.

"H-hey!" a pair of arm was locking him, digging his skin. The person behind him moved closer, the heat from the stranger's breath tickling Marui's ear lobe. What the hell was this? Cringing, his heart punched his ribs quicker.

"Okay, let go of me and I'll never come back." He said tremblingly as he silently prayed for safety. He was still fifteen and straight, and the living thing that grabbed him was probably male and was like… twenty plus years old? What the heck would the world say about it? He still wanted to live and eat more sweets and there would be upcoming tennis tournament and… so on!

"What did you do to my cake?" the soft yet heavy voice was heard again, a hint of hidden sadist was clearly sent to Marui's auditory sense. His body became tense, prayers were said more humble.

He turned Marui's stiff body to face him.

"…you're an interesting young boy…"

That smirk of his equaled to Medusa's eyes, Marui could say. He felt he was a stone already.

A good-looking man with low ponytail and oval glasses lifted Marui's chin. He leaned in until his raven hair brushed Marui's cheeks as a smile was menacingly plastered on his face.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING, BASTARD? YOU ARE STEALING! DO YOU KNOW THE PUNISHMENT FOR STEALER?" the man yelled with super bombastic stereo. Mount Fuji erupted. Alaska melted. The Red Sea went tsunami.

And Marui wished Sanada had ever taught him for being a good rock.

"HAH?"

Silence.

"SPEAK, DAMMIT!"

"How can I speak if you shout like that?" After collecting some guts (or the rest of the guts) he had, he finally spoke.

Another earthquake. "HOW DARE YOU YELL AT ME!"

Marui covered his face from the 'splash of local rain', "B-but you asked me to speak!"

"Really?" the raging aura background immediately split to innocent blank view. Marui comically fell to the ground with two legs on the top.

The man cleared his throat, "Okay. Where were we? Oh, the punishment. Alright." He adjusted his glasses so he could get that glinted-glasses-moment. Speaking of Inui…

Marui hadn't finished rubbing his back of head yet when the strangely strange stranger changed his chef uniform in a blink of eye; then the room became darker, black clouds flew mysteriously and spin like tornado, complete with thunders and Phantom of the Opera as backsound.

"YOU HAVE TO WORK FOR ME TO PAY IT, BE MY SLAVE FOREVER! HUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" his voice echoed throughout the universe, left hand holding a whip while he was dressed in Queen Heart costume.

Marui sweatdropped.


Virtual Strawberry Chocolate Cakes for reviewers! :D