I got this idea during the week where I couldn't really sleep. I mean, I had to think of something as I try to go to sleep right? Then this idea popped up. I'm like "Okay, I love thievery and I love cooking. Why not mix both?" So this idea was born. However, I just hope I can make good chapters and make this a long story...
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Deep blue eyes glanced around the room. There were shouts here and there and lots of clicks of pans and the sounds of cooking alarms going off to signal a dish is done. The eyes spotted a young male exiting aroom which he earlier found out was a food room. It looks like they had fresh tomatoes and a packet of ripe strawberries in their hands. The male set the packet of strawberries beside another man before returning to his station.
The other young chef took the packet and began cutting the strawberries as soon as the container was open. Once finished, they set the freshly cut strawberries on a beautiful looking desert. Chocolate Strawberry Torte, no less, Kuroko thought.
The man who made the lovely desert moved around busy chefs cooking away and set it on a counter before continuing to cook. Another man came in and began gathering dishes on a tray from the counter before taking them out through double doors.
It sounds like a slow and careful process, but this happened in only about a minute. It was almost insane to Kuroko Tetsuya, the new chef at Kiseki Restaurant. He wasn't used to being in such a busy kitchen in one of the most famous restaurants in Japan. He wasn't even supposed to be there. How did he get in this situation.
Well, I suppose I should start from the beginning... Kuroko thought to himself.
First off, I don't even have a home.
Kuroko walked down the busy street, avoiding pedestrians easily. He hummed quietly as he glanced around at the cafe's and stores all around. Where should he go to today? Definitely not the super market at the end of the street. He went there yesterday so they might be on guard after what happened.
First he wondered what he was in the mood for. Maybe some fresh strawberries or a simple loaf of bread. If he was lucky, maybe he could steal some of his favorite cheese. He never got to steal any cheese because he tried to save food as much as he could and cheese goes bad quickly.
He decided to go for the bread since it would be easier to hold when running and he would be able to eat some today and save some for tomorrow if need be.
His blue eyes spotted a nice bakery across the street. After carefully crossing the street when no cars were coming he walked towards the bakery. He was only a few feet away from the door when he could smell all the delicious scents of sweets inside. When he opened the door he took a moment to relish the scents before walking inside.
A woman at the counter greeted him happily and he returned the greeting. For being a homeless 19 year old, he didn't look too bad appearance wise. Some people hung their clothes on the lines in alleyways. One only had to climb up the alleyway, snatch a few pieces of clothing and there you go. New clothing for a few weeks.
Now I know what you are thinking. I'm 19, why do I not have a job? I have been educated, right? Well, kind of.
He has been educated but he's been in a home for boys for most of his life. That's right, he was homeless from the beginning. Well, more like... Family-less... He lived in a foster home until he was 16. Although the people who took him in didn't really... treat him well. He left the house in secret and been alone ever since.
It wasn't as bad as he thought though. Being homeless might sound bad but it was fun for Kuroko. Besides the stealing. He didn't like stealing but after three years of living on the streets, he supposed he had to stop feeling so guilty at some point. He was always a good kid when he grew up. He still is but the police and town didn't think so. Only a few noticed him when he stole because he had this lack of presence he gained at a young age. Though that was enough for word to spread that a food thief was going around.
That didn't stop Kuroko though. He has to eat to live so he had to.
He did try to apply to a few places however when they heard how little he's been educated they didn't accept his requests to work somewhere. Well, it didn't matter. He got to live perfectly fine this way. Plus he had fun even if he was 19 now. Although he did kind of look like a teen even though he was now an adult.
So yes, he knew quite a bit but of course he's not the best in everything. Although there was one thing he had talent in without his own knowledge. It was something he did all the time yet he never realized because he's focused on surviving.
Kuroko was about to head to the bread section of the bakery but something caught his eye. He went up to the pastries on display, looking in awe. "A blueberry cheesecake..." It looked well done too. It was made almost perfectly from what Kuroko could see. And the scent...
"There isn't too much Graham cracker crumbs and it didn't go over board on the blueberry." Kuroko murmured, looking at the dessert. He moved on, seeing an upside down lava cake.
"They have one of those here?" Kuroko asked himself in astonishment. It was obviously cooked correctly. The brownie on the outside didn't look dry at all, which he found happened often, believe it or not. The chocolate sauce definitely looked appetizing. "Hmm... But strawberry or even caramel would have made the flavors better, almost burst..."
"I guess you're right." The woman replied which surprised Kuroko. "I'll remember that for next time." Kuroko stared for a moment before nodding, quieting down. He didn't mean to bring attention to himself.
Though if you're thinking I have a talent with food, you're correct. I didn't realize it at the time, but what happens later that day made me realize.
So the usual happened. He looked around, pretending to be interested in everything. (Even though he unconsciously was interested, occasionally taking notes on different sweets.) Then he struck. He was sure that was enough time for the woman to forget about him so his lack of presence kicked in. He took a package of bread before running from the store.
The woman must have heard the door slamming open because she called after him. All well, he was already down the street. He kept the package close to him as he ran, skillfully avoiding pedestrians walking on the street.
He was nearing the park when he heard the sirens approaching. Kuroko resisted the urge to roll his eyes when he saw a single police car. Honestly, just one or two police men wouldn't be enough to catch him. He ran into the park, deciding to take a short cut.
He looked back, seeing the police men only just enter the park when he was already heading towards the middle. He chuckled softly, finding it amusing to see only two police men after him. Although there was something he just remembered.
The park was not his territory. His territory was an abandoned gym in a small middle school. The gym was long forgotten and no one ever entered it anymore. Now he lived there and everyone believes a ghost lives there. It only helped him.
But the park with all the trees and dogs... It was not his territory. He tended to avoid it but he just needed to pass through. Hopefully he would be lucky and none would see him...
Just as he thought that Kuroko felt something heavy tackle him. They stumbled in the grass and Kuroko groaned when they finally stop. It couldn't be... He didn't want to open his eyes but he already knew what if was.
He looked up, seeing a big saint Bernard on him. It wasn't a police dog, he knew that. It was one of those brats dogs... One of the DogKeepers dogs. They were young kids who lived at a foster home in town. However they snuck away almost everyday and fled to the park. The park was their hideout despite being an open area.
They befriended all the dogs there, owned or stray. That's why the park was their territory because they had those dogs on their side.
Kuroko tried pushing the heavy dog off him, needing to flee from the police. It moved but not after grabbing his bread and running off. "Hey!" Kuroko called after the dog who ran to a little kid.
"That's 25 - 23 Tetsuya!" The kid called out.
"Brat, give the bread back!" Kuroko said as he stood up. He had to get it back quick because the police were gaining quickly. He didn't have any grudges against those kids. He used to mess with them but little did he know, they were also mischievous. It became a game and being kids, they were getting away with a lot so that's why they were winning.
"You have to come and get it!" The kid replied before running off with the big dog. Kuroko frowned, wondering if it was worth it to chase after the kid. Well, he could always steal or get the kid back later. Right now he had other things to deal with.
Kuroko ran off away from the park. He didn't want to meet up with any other kids. He had enough to deal with now that the police were closing in. He looked around as he ran, wondering where to go. The alleys were the best choice because they were confusing sometimes unless you memorized everything everywhere. Like Kuroko.
He took a turn down an alley. He looked back, seeing the police were still after him. Well, he would lose them in the alleyways.
He continued running, focusing on where he was going and which turns to take. He didn't need to worry about how close the police were. All that mattered was watching where he was going. After all, there was still a few parts of town he doesn't know nor memorized. It could possibly be his downfall if he ended up in a different part of the city he didn't know.
Kuroko continued taking sharp turns, successfully gaining distance away from the police. He heard one of them use their device on their shoulder to call for back up but Kuroko knew it was pointless. He chuckled as he ran, finally getting away from the police.
Honestly, it was too easy. He slowed into a walk when he didn't hear anything. He relaxed, smiling as he walked forward. He didn't even realize he's never been in this alley before. He was too focused on his victory.
"Still too fast for them huh?" Kuroko asked allowed, stretching his arms slightly.
How many times has he successfully evaded the police? He was 19 now. Sure he had a small build and was more for speed rather than strength, but surely they should have caught him by now.
Kuroko smirked, brushing a hand through his blue hair. He was barley even sweating. When he was young he had a low stamina but having to run for his life, he eventually made it grow.
He chuckled as he began humming, having a slight jump in step. His feet moved as if he was retracing dance steps. He was just giddy, he couldn't help it. He always felt this way after having his fun. He might have to go back and get that bread from that brat and his dog but it was still fun evading the police.
Kuroko continued humming until the words came out as song lyrics. "All the moves like Jagger. I've got the moves like Jagger. I've got the moves like Jagger."
He moved about, avoiding the trash and glass on the alleyway floors. If he wasn't too preoccupied with himself, he would have noticed that the alleys he went into were never this dirty.
"I don't need to try to control you. Look into my eyes and I'll own you." Kuroko spun around a little, laughing slightly to himself.
Yes, for a 19 year old, I am pretty childish. Well, I never really did have a nice childhood so give me a break.
Kuroko continued spinning around or moving his feet quickly. He was good with agility so he doubted he would fall. "With them moves like Jagger. I've got the moves like Jagger. I've got the moves like-"
He froze immediately when he felt his back bump into someone. There shouldn't be anyone else in the alley. Plus he sang in front of them. How embarrassing.
He felt hands grab his arms before he looked up. He had to tilt his head back to see who it was. Of course it was a police officer. They weren't the ones from before. Back up? Well, he refused to dance right into their hands. Literally.
Before they could even speak, Kuroko broke away from the surprised man before running. Okay, screw knowing where he was going. He had to get out of there. Plus his embarrassment was still fresh in his mind and he didn't know what to think.
At this time, I was confused and embarrassed. Not a good combination. I ended up getting further into unknown territory.
Kuroko panted as he ran. He didn't know how long he's been running but it's definitely tiring. He didn't hear the police for a while but he still ran. He took random directions, almost tripping over everything in the alley a few times before.
Eventually he slowed down, gasping for a breath. At least his adrenaline was going down, but that would mean he would be really tired. He would need to find a place to stay for the day. He continued walking down the alley which was slowly getting bigger and bigger as if cars could drive through it. Huh, he's never seen an alley like that before.
He then realized he's never been there before. In his haste, he forgot to memorize where he went. Now he was lost. His stomach growled right after his realization. Okay, lost and hungry.
Kuroko took a deep breath, calming himself. No matter how hungry he gets he can't let his guard down. Even if he was tired. He looked around but froze on the spot. What was this? He stared in front of him at steps leading up to two double doors. His eyes spotted a nice black and red motorcycle leaning against the wall. He didn't pay much attention to it at the moment. He was never interested in cars and stuff like that.
He blinked in confusion before looking left and right. He was still in the huge alley. Wait... Was this the back way of some building? Perhaps these are the back doors of some storage room. Maybe he could get inside and rest for the day. Then he'll go out and find out where he was. Maybe get some food to eat too.
As he walked towards the doors he decided to check out the bike. It definitely looked like it was in good condition. If he had to have a vehicle, he wouldn't mind having an agile and maneuverable vehicle like this.
Finally, he left the motorcycle and hesitantly approached the double doors. What if this wasn't a storage room and actually some building full of people? It scared him a little but he supposed if he was in a different part of town he won't be recognized.
He breathed in slightly before trying to open one of the doors. It surprisingly opened and Kuroko looked inside. It was a... kitchen? Not just any kitchen. It was a big kitchen with many stations. Like the ones you see in restaurants. He bet that no matter how many chefs they had it would take a while for it to feel crowded.
Kuroko walked inside, looking around once more just to make sure no one was inside. There was an office across the room but he doubted anyone was inside. Why were the doors to a kitchen open? This must be some restaurant, so if that's the case then...
Kuroko slowly began to realize something. This was a kitchen. Possibly a restaurant. What do restaurants serve? Food! He could get food! He looked around until he spotted a metal door. Perhaps it was a food room! He was so hungry and focused on the door as he walked over that he didn't notice a few eyes watching him from the office window.
He slowly opened the heavy door and peered inside. It was definitely a food room. It was a bit small and narrow but it definitely had good foods inside. He walked into the room, looking around. They had asparagus, fresh grapes, and even cheese wheels! Everything looked so fresh and so good, Kuroko didn't know where to start.
Little did I know...
"Well, Look at what we have here." A new voice rang out.
..That walking through those doors..
Kuroko froze and didn't turn around upon hearing the new voice.
..Would change my life so much.
"You must be the new recruit that's supposed to try out today."
Kuroko blinked in confusion. Recruit? What did this person mean? He slowly turned around and was surprised to find not just one person but actually six. The one in the front was a short redhead who must have spoken. Wait, he shouldn't call someone who's taller than him short...
The others were a bit... unnatural. They had hair the color of the rainbow except one who had simple grey hair although they weren't old. Well, apparently these six people, besides the redhead, have gone overboard with the dye...
Before he could ask what they meant, a blonde spoke. "Yeah! Although you're a bit early but nevertheless, that's alright. It's even better!"
Kuroko stared before it clicked. He could use this to escape. He swallowed back his nervousness before giving a smile that looked completely natural. "As I always say, better early than late."
"I see you've already began looking at the food. You said you wanted to apply for a job here when you called and would even cook a nice dish to prove your worth. You're good at timing because just recently one of our chefs have moved on to go to another restaurant. If you do good today, you'll get the opening." The redhead in front said.
Kuroko almost shivered when he saw the male stare at him as if his eyes were telling a different story than he really said. He might be shorter than the rest but he was obviously the boss. What a strange but terrifying man.
"Yes.." Kuroko murmured, looking down slightly. His clothes weren't too dirty so he was glad it wasn't obvious that he was a Slumdog. A street rat.
"It's strange though," A male with dark blue hair commented. "He looks like a teenager."
"I am 19, thank you." Kuroko said although he wasn't angry. He got that a lot.
"Such a young age to be a good cook. Tell me, do you have what it takes?" The redhead asked, stepping closer. Now Kuroko could clearly see the chef's mismatched eyes. One red, one gold. Strange as it may be, it... actually suited the redhead.
Kuroko bit his lip, looking at the rainbow colored chef's. Maybe he could just try to cook, fail, then leave. No harm done. "I have what it takes. Just let me get a station ready."
The redhead studied him for a moment, almost making him uncomfortable with such staring, before turning away. "Shintaro, show him to his station. He'll be using yours since yours is cleanest at the moment." He seemed to have glared at everyone else while saying this.
Kuroko watched when all the chef's moved out the way and walked off, obviously not wanting to mess with the boss. Though a green haired male wearing glasses stayed behind. "This is Midorima Shintaro, he's a good chef despite his Megane looks."
The thief chuckled softly when he noticed the green haired male named Midorima didn't seem to enjoy the comment.
"And I am Akashi Seijuuro," Akashi held out his hand for Kuroko. "And you are?"
Kuroko stared at Akashi's hand. Could he trust this man? He reluctantly took Akashi's hand. "Kuroko Tetsuya..." He noted the firm grip before the chef pulled his hand away.
"As I said, Shintaro will show you where you'll cook your dish. Take as much time as you need although we are open tonight so I don't advise taking too long. And if any of the other's bother you, please tell me." Akashi said as he lead Kuroko out of the food room.
Kuroko noticed the other's were looking at him although they turned away and continued what they were doing once the redhead glared. "Um... What are they doing now exactly?"
"Setting up. Some of the food needs to be prepared before hand, like the bread. Or they are cleaning up. If you join you'll be doing the same." Akashi explained before they stopped at a station. "You can work here for now. Though if you do a good job, even exceed my expectations, maybe I'll let you cook tonight when the restaurant opens."
Akashi moved away, leaving Kuroko beside Midorima. "Shintaro, I trust you in his care for now. I have some things to handle. I'll be back to check on you," He said before pausing. "Tetsuya."
Kuroko shuddered at how the redhead purred his name before walking off. What a strange head chef... He looked at Midorima, wondering what to do.
"Well... I suppose you should get an idea of what you want to cook. We should have everything you need in the food room. However if you can't find anything, just go to Kise. He is the blonde working on the bread at the moment." Midorima informed.
"Thank you." Kuroko said politely. He waited until Midorima walked off before sighing. He wouldn't be able to sneak off because those doors were so loud and they were all still in the same kitchen. Like he planned, he would just cook and purposefully fail so he could leave. Maybe he could even steal something from the food room before hand.
He hummed as he stared at the station, wondering what to make. He wasn't familiar with professional meals... Maybe he could look around the food room and take whatever he could and just... Throw it in a pot. Yeah, that way they would see he really was an idiot and would just kick him out.
Nodding to himself, Kuroko went back to the food room. He looked around, wondering what to take. What would he be able to make? What does he want to make?
Some kind of dish. He didn't want to make a dessert or appetizer. He wanted to make a real meal. He hummed as he looked around, trying to decide if he should do a meat dish or a stew.
I could make Cajun Cassoulet, or Chicken Scaparella. Maybe even a Carrot Soup with a Caraway-Bread Crumb Topping. He was actually getting excited, looking around at all the food. There was so much in one area. He forgot about his plans to fail. Hell, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Even if he failed badly, when was he ever going to cook in a kitchen again?
Just the thought of food made Kuroko's stomach growl. He groaned softly. He was really hungry but he didn't know if it was okay to eat what was in the food room. He would pull through it until he was done.
That was until he spotted his favorite food. He mentioned before that there were cheese wheels but they had more than just cheddar. They just had to entice him with his favorite of all time. The mix of cheddar and mozzarella together.
Kuroko licked his lips slightly, staring at the fresh dairy product. He really wanted to eat it... But if he was caught what would that look like? He didn't think chefs ate while they cooked. It would be disrespectful in his view. Well, he wasn't a chef!... But he still felt bad when he thought about taking it. Surely a nibble won't do any harm?
Kuroko suddenly heard someone coming and looked away, trying to look at different foods again. He expected the blonde or Midorima but it was the dark blue haired man this time.
"Everything okay? Don't want you dying in here or something." He said when he walked inside.
"Everything's fine." Kuroko murmured. Just then his stomach grumbled again and he dead panned. Of all times for his stomach to betray him.
"You sound hungry there. Didn't have breakfast?"
"No... Some kid in the park ruined my breakfast." It wasn't a lie. Kuroko wanted to avoid lying as much as possible. He just wouldn't say all the details is all.
"I see..." The chef murmured before looking around. "Well... I suppose you can have a little something..." As soon as he said that, Kuroko looked at him with bright eyes as if he was a dog who received praise. "What do you want?"
Kuroko didn't hesitate to look at the cheese again. It would be quick to eat and would fill him for a little while. However he wasn't tall enough to reach it unlike the other chef.
"I'm Aomine Daiki." They introduced as they handed Kuroko the food. The latter thanked him for the food, mumbled his name, then began to eat quickly. He would normally eat slow and save the food but he really was hungry. Plus he could hopefully steal more later. "You sure are hungry huh?"
Kuroko nodded, still eating the food. He couldn't believe this Aomine person gave him a whole wedge!
"So what are you thinking of cooking?" Aomine asked.
"I was thinking..." Kuroko swallowed down the rest of the food in his mouth. "Maybe Chicken Scaparella.."
"You sound like a professional chef." Aomine said. "Have you worked in any other restaurants before?" He became confused when Kuroko shook his head. "Well... Did you go to a culinary school?"
"Not really.." Kuroko murmured. "Mind if you help me get the ingredients for the dish?" He then ate the rest of the cheese in his hands so he couldn't talk. Hopefully the other would get the hint to stop asking questions.
"Alright... Well, I'll get the basics for you then." Aomine said. "The meat is in a different room so I'll go get that for you."
Kuroko swallowed the food in his mouth as Aomine walked off. He sighed in relief before looking around. Sure he could make a simple Chicken Scaparella but he wanted to impress that redhead named Akashi. He didn't know why but he just wanted to do a good job.
He started gathering ingredients that he thought would go well with the chicken. Things like cloves of garlic or a lemon. He figured the salt and pepper were always by the station. After collecting what he needed he began to leave the room. He spotted a can of chicken broth and decided to take that.
He went to the station where a few chicken cutlets were waiting. Aomine must've dropped them off before getting back to work. It's good that they are already cut. That makes things easier for Kuroko.
He set the ingredients down before looking around. There defiantly was salt and pepper at each station as well as flour. Kuroko glanced around until he found a few shelves that held glass bottles. He walked to it and looked around until he found olive oil and white wine. He was never a fan of wine or any other alcohols alike. He never tried any in the first place and never planned to. Not like he can easily get his hands on a wine glass anyway.
Kuroko went back to his station and made sure he had all of his ingredients. 6 Chicken cutlets, 8 cloves of garlic, olive oil, a lemon, white wine, parsley, a can of chicken broth, butter, sweet vinegar peppers, the flour with salt and pepper, and finally cornstarch.
Kuroko licked his lips slightly, already imagining a nice meal. He might not have really cooked before but he could tell that if this was cooked right, it should taste delicious. He just hoped he was right as he began to cook.
Kuroko sat on the steps outside the kitchen, his hands covering his face. He didn't know why he felt so dreadful. He should be happy. It's not everyday that a homeless and childish thief like himself became a chef.
His dish was almost perfect. Even Akashi seemed surprised by the taste but no one but Kuroko noticed his surprise. When he said it was good, everyone else decided to try and they agreed. They all agreed that he definitely should get hired. He wondered what they would think when he told them he wasn't educated but he stayed quiet.
He should feel lucky. He has a good job now but... How long will that last? What if someone recognized his face from the other part of town? He might be in a different part of town but someone might recognize him. Or what if one of them pressed too much and found out about his past? He'll be fired immediately.
He sighed and looked up. How could he create such a great dish? He was nothing but a thief. Never stepped near an oven in his life yet a big group of chefs enjoyed his meal. Maybe it was because he stole so many foods and tasted them that he gained a gift? There was no way he could be born with such a gift... He was only a thief.
Kuroko shuddered when he remembered Akashi's words when he said he would get the job.
"You did well." Akashi said once everyone quieted down. "I'm sure every one here agrees that you should get the job?"
Kuroko saw that almost everyone nodded. He noticed the male with grey hair didn't say or do anything. Just decided to watch to see if he got the job Kuroko supposed.
"Then I'll introduce you to everyone." Akashi said. "You already know me and Shintaro. That's Ryota Kise, Murasakibara Atsushi, Haizaki Shougo, Aom-"
"He already knows my name." Aomine commented. "So don't worry about introducing me."
"Alright... Well, now you know everyone. The last chef we had that had to go was Nijimura Shuzo. Now whenever you're here or even off work, you can get to know them more. The restaurant is never opened on Wednesdays so that's a day off, and I'll come up with the rest of your schedule." Akashi explained.
"While you're here, you're expected to help out with preparing before hand. No excuses unless you have something important or its an emergency. You have sick days and vacation days of course." Midorima explained for Akashi.
"Exactly." Akashi said. "There are only a few rules we have."
Kuroko saw that Akashi's eyes got hard all of a sudden as if a warning. He tried not to shiver at the gaze.
"Respect your other chefs. The only reason to yell in the kitchen is to tell the time for a dish or to tell the other chefs what the next order is. Not for a fight."
Kuroko didn't like attention anyway.
"If you are asked to serve tables and take their orders, instead of cook, do not refuse. There is a reason for that. I would never send you or anyone else out there unless it was necessary."
Kuroko was a little nervous about that. What if someone recognized his face?
"Now the last rule is most important." Akashi said. His voice made it obvious that great punishment would ensue if this was broken. "Never steal food from this kitchen. A chef makes, a thief takes."
Kuroko sighed as he remembered the memory. Why did it feel like it was directed at him? Of course Akashi wasn't looking directly at him and his voice didn't hint anything either. Perhaps it was anxiety. He was a thief so hearing about something like that would scare anyone.
Though that last rule would mean he would not be able to steal food. Not yet anyway. If he stole now, it would obviously point to him first. He couldn't have that attention.
I didn't know why I didn't follow my plans of making a bad dish. I still never knew exactly why myself.
Well, at least he had a job now. Maybe if the pay was good he could eventually get a home.
Kuroko frowned at the thought of a home. The only homes he ever knew was that over crowded foster home and that abusive family's home. He never liked homes. His abandoned gym? That's not home. That's shelter. He's never going to have a home again.
He once heard that home is where you belong, or where your loved ones are. "Well I never belonged anywhere and I don't have any loved ones." Kuroko grumbled. "I never had a home in the first place."
He suddenly picked up the sounds of someone walking down the alley and became nervous. What if it was a police on patrol? Or was looking for him? He was tempted to run inside but that would look suspicious to the chefs. He forced himself to calm down and watched to see who it was.
It wasn't a police which was good, but instead a man. He looked young but he was certainly tall. And what strange hair! Black and red? Those were his favorite colors. But what was this person doing here?
"Um.." The stranger decided to talk first. "Is this the restaurant?"
Kuroko stared for a second before realizing who this was. This was the man who was supposed to get interviewed, not himself. If he let the man in they'll realize he was a fake and fire him if not call the police. He had to find a way to get rid of him. He thought for a moment before coming up with a plan.
Kuroko slowly stood up without answering the question. He couldn't be too loud or else the chefs might come and see what's going on and he'll be in trouble. He had to do this quick. He walked down the steps before looking at the stranger with a tired and anxious look.
"Hey, are you okay..?" They asked hesitantly. They walked forward to help Kuroko but he already walked down the steps and walked up to the man. Before he could ask again, he grasped the man's arms tightly.
"The kitchen... The chefs.. I can't handle it!" He yelled but made sure to keep his voice down.
"What are you-?" It was obvious the man was startled when Kuroko cut him off.
"It's so loud and it's hot inside. When the head chef gets angry he throws a butcher knife at you!" Kuroko said, holding onto the man tighter. He could see the discomfort and scared look in their eyes. Good, his plan was working.
"Hey.." They murmured while trying to get Kuroko's hands away. The thief just held on tightly.
"Go while you can. Don't think of joining. You won't be able to leave! That last chef? He didn't move onto another restaurant or get fired or anything. He tried to leave but... The head chef said he wanted to talk to him and the chef just... disappeared!"
This got the man running. Kuroko watched him run off. Once he was gone he chuckled in amusement. Hopefully they won't come back. He needed this job so he would be able to eventually steal the food inside. Then once he got enough money he'll be able to buy food so he doesn't have to be a thief.
He wondered how long it would last but he supposed he better take advantage of the situation. He turned around when he heard the doors opening. It was that blonde named Kise.
"Hey, come on inside! I'll show you around the kitchen then you can help us set up for tonight!"
"Coming!" Kuroko said and happily walked up the steps. He looked back down the alley way with a small smirk before turning back and smiling at Kise. "Come on, I'll enjoy a nice tour."
And now we are in the present.
Kuroko sighed as he looked down and focused on his own dish. It was a salmon that was supposed to be broiled in a saucepan. He had a station in the corner but he had everything he needed. Apricot nectar, dried apricots, honey, soy sauce, ginger, garlic, cinnamon and cayenne.
That guy named Haizaki was told before the restaurant opened to tell Kuroko the recipe so he could cook the dish. It didn't really get through to Kuroko except the ingredients. It didn't help that Haizaki told him quickly then left when he tried to ask him if he could go slower.
He remembered Haizaki saying something about measurements but he didn't know what to do about that. He didn't know about fractions. When he cooked before he just added the ingredients according to his instincts. He wanted to do that now but what if he messed up? What if he got fired? He couldn't ask the other chefs either because he shouldn't distract them from their own dishes. Plus no one can know that he isn't educated.
Kuroko sighed before beginning to cook. He had to follow his instincts once more. He just hoped he was right.
He started on the ingredients first, getting them prepped for the salmon. Haizaki said it was a hot and sweet glazed salmon so he supposed he had to mix up some ingredients to glaze the salmon with. If he got red wine and mixed a tiny bit with the cinnamon, ginger, and soy sauce, he was sure it would taste delicious.
Nodding to himself, he got a bowl and reached over for the wine in his station. He started with the dry ingredients first before adding the soy sauce and wine.
"Hey, the recipe doesn't call for red wine."
Kuroko looked up when he noticed Haizaki was there. Was he glaring? "I'm sorry... But I thought it would make the dish a little better..." He murmured.
"It's better to follow the recipe. Don't try to act like the cool chef that knows everything about food. No one here cares if you can brag about how you know how to make a dish taste better." Haizaki scolded.
"I don't see any problem with making a dish better." Kuroko said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"People pay money for a certain food. If the taste is better or we use more ingredients, then that will effect this restaurant." Haizaki said. "We could get more money but instead you're basically giving them free good quality food."
"I think it will make the restaurant more noticeable then." Kuroko said. He didn't know why he was fighting. He said he wouldn't bring attention to himself. Was it because this person was being so rude?
"What's going on here?"
Kuroko looked behind Haizaki and noticed Akashi. He must've heard their arguing. He didn't say anything, turning away from Haizaki.
"I don't appreciate arguments during open hours." Akashi said. He walked forward and Haizaki had to step back to get out of the redhead's way. "Get back to your station." He ordered to the grey haired male. Haizaki grumbled but walked away without another word.
"Sorry." Kuroko murmured. He didn't look at Akashi at all. He just stared at the food that he should be cooking.
"It's alright. He's always hard on new recruits." Akashi reassured. He walked closer and stood beside Kuroko. "Red wine?"
"...He wasn't clear when he said the recipe... I heard some ingredients but I didn't hear the measurements and such..." He didn't want Akashi to know that he wasn't educated, especially about fractions like he mentioned earlier.
"I see." Akashi said. "So you decided to mix some of the ingredients with red wine to create a glaze?"
"Yes..." Kuroko mumbled. "If you want me to stop and get out, I'll just go now."
Akashi stopped the boy before he walked away from his station. "It's a good idea Tetsuya," Kuroko was surprised to hear his first name. "But tell me next time. I know you're new and I'll let it slide. You didn't necessarily do anything wrong, alright?"
Kuroko didn't look completely convinced and just nodded. He took a deep breath, finding that the kitchen felt a little hotter.
"Tetsuya." Kuroko looked back at Akashi when he heard his name. "Do you want to cook?"
It may seem like a blunt question but Kuroko realized it was very important. Akashi wanted to know if he even wanted to cook in this restaurant. He should say no so he could get out of the hot stuffy kitchen and return to his thief life. What's the point of staying? He survived three years alone with no money. He didn't need money.
Kuroko sighed a little and leaned against the counter. He didn't know why but he felt a little light headed. It also felt a little harder to breath which was weird because he knew he didn't have asthma.
"Tetsuya?" Akashi placed a hand on the boys shoulder.
"I'm okay." Kuroko reassured with a small smile. "I'll cook. I can't just give up, can I?"
Akashi seemed reluctant but nodded. "Alright. Don't push yourself, alright?"
"I understand. You can trust me." Kuroko said. Once Akashi walked off after giving him a final look, he sighed. Why did he say he will cook? Probably so he could get to the food easier. Once he got their trust he would be able to steal the food in the storage perhaps every other night.
He turned back to the food. Once his mind cleared he continued what he was doing. He made sure to be a little quicker since he did lose a few minutes in time.
Soon enough he had the glazed salmon cooking on a saucepan. All it had to do was fry now. He looked around, wondering what he should do. Look for the next order? Yeah, that sounds right.
He quickly left his station once he made sure everything was alright. He went to the rack where the orders usually hung. There were only two there and it looks like Aomine was coming to take one.
"How is your first night here so far?" Aomine asked as he took an order. He saw Kuroko couldn't reach and gave him his.
"Already got scolded by that grey haired guy." Kuroko sighed.
"That's normal. Ignore him." Aomine said, reassuring Kuroko. "Here, come with me for a second."
Confused but curious, Kuroko followed Aomine to his station. It looks like there was crusted eggplant cooking on a saucepan. The oven was on as well. What was cooking in the oven? "What's in the oven?"
"Moist chedder-garlic oven fried chicken breasts." Aomine said with a smirk.
"What a mouthful." Kuroko said in amusement.
"Maybe but it certainly is delicious when cooked right." Aomine said. "They should be done so I wanted to show you what they look like."
"I bet they look good." Kuroko said, stepping back a little so Aomine could open the oven. He watched curiously as Aomine pulled open the oven. He got a glimpse of the food before his vision wavered. It was worse than before and it was even harder to breathe all of a sudden. He felt like he could only breathe in so little air which was hot.
"Hey, you okay?" Kuroko heard Aomine's voice but he could barley make out his face. He shook his head, trying to lean on the counter.
Aomine stared at the boy before realizing what was happening. "Kise, take over my station for a minute!" He shouted quickly which got everyone's attention. He took Kuroko's arm and quickly lead him to the double doors. He almost made the poor boy fall since he was so dizzy.
Aomine stopped once they were outside in the wide alley. He let go of Kuroko and watched as the new chef bent over, hands on his knees. He could hear him coughing before trying to get as much fresh air in his lungs as he could.
Kuroko was just relieved that his vision and breath returned. He took a moment to relax before standing up straight. He looked at Aomine who looked at him with concern and amusement. "What?"
"You never told us you couldn't handle heat well." Aomine said. Kuroko didn't say anything. He knew he hated the heat but it's never been a big problem for him. He loved winter and the cold but when summer came, he usually stayed in a library in town that had air conditioning and free books to read.
"Sorry. I thought I got over it." Kuroko decided to say.
"You definitely worried me there." Aomine said. "I bet you worried everyone else too."
"Sorry." Kuroko apologized again. "Can we go back inside? I'm sure you need to run your station." Plus he still had to do that second order he got.
"Are you sure you want to continue cooking?" Kuroko almost frowned when he heard the same question Akashi asked him. Sure Aomine meant if he wanted to continue cooking tonight or not, but he didn't like hearing it again.
"I'll cook." Kuroko said and walked towards the double doors. "Come on."
"I never knew you couldn't stand the heat." Kise said with a frown. Kise and Kuroko were left behind to clean the kitchen. It was Kise's turn and Kuroko was supposed to go but Akashi asked him to stay behind and wait for him to finish his work in his office.
Kuroko didn't know why but agreed. He decided to help Kise clean so he could be useful.
"I thought I got over it." Kuroko said with a shrug.
"You could have passed out. Aominicchi said you almost did." Kise said worriedly.
"Well I'm fine now so it's alright." Kuroko didn't know why Kise cared so much. They literally met just that day. Plus he was a thief. No one cares for thieves.
"You're lucky we had a small fan in Akashicchi's office to put at your station." Kise continued.
"I could have cooked without it." Kuroko grumbled. He didn't like it how he worried everyone and bothered Akashi by making him leave his station and get the fan. He held everyone back in his first day. Perhaps he just wasn't cut out to be a chef.
Kise noticed his discomfort and decided not to push it. He continued wiping the counters, trying to think of what to say. "What was that about with Haizaki?"
"He said I wasn't doing the recipe right since I was making it taste better than it should." Kuroko frowned as he spoke. "Childish."
"He just doesn't want to waste ingredients is all I suppose." Kise reassured. He didn't like it when people in the kitchen fought. "He's not as bad as you think. You just got to get to know him."
Kuroko tried not to roll his eyes. They might think he's just an innocent chef but really, he's not even a chef. He's not even educated.
"Tetsuya." Kuroko looked up from the counters when he heard Akashi's voice. "I'm finished. Let's go outside?" Kuroko nodded and put the cloth up since he wouldn't clean anymore.
"Good luck Kise-san." Kuroko said as he followed Akashi outside. He noticed the motorcycle was still there. There was no way this belonged to Akashi.
"So what did you need to speak with me about?" Kuroko asked. He watched as Akashi easily moved the bike to the middle of the alley.
"I'm just making sure you are alright." Akashi answered. "And I want to see if you want to keep cooking."
"But I-"
"I know you already answered." Akashi cut him off. He looked at him seriously but softly. "But I want to know the real answer. Do you want to cook? No one is forcing you Tetsuya."
"Is this about what happened with the heat?" Kuroko asked. He watched Akashi move onto the bike although he didn't put the keys in yet or put on his helmet.
"Partially. But when you answered before, I don't think you were answering truthfully." Akashi explained.
"But I want to cook!" Kuroko said which surprised himself. "...I want to cook." He repeated in a whisper.
"Then there you go." Akashi replied which confused Kuroko.
"What?"
"I won't stop you if you want to cook. I just wanted to know is all." Akashi said. He finally put the keys in before looking at Kuroko. "Do you need a ride home?"
Kuroko almost narrowed his eyes at the word home but managed to control the urge. Instead he just smiled and shook his head. "No, I can walk there." He wasn't sure how he would get to his abandoned gym since he didn't know where he was but he would definitely try.
"If you're sure." Akashi said with a shrug. Kuroko bit his lip, shuffling on his feet a little. Even if he could get home, how would he get back to the restaurant the next day?
"Wait." Kuroko said quickly before Akashi put his helmet on.
"What is it?" The redhead asked curiously.
"I forgot about my mother." Kuroko almost winced at the word. "She's angry with me and I don't want to go back there. Not just yet."
Akashi stared at him before sighing. "And you're asking if you can stay at my place?"
"...Yes?"
"...Fine." Akashi murmured. "Get on then."
"Really?"
"I'm going to drive off if you don't get on."
Kuroko moved closer and stared at the vehicle before slowly getting on behind Akashi. "Do you want the helmet?" He asked.
Kuroko looked at the helmet before shaking his head. He didn't like helmets. He didn't know how anyone could. Akashi shrugged again before putting it on.
It was slow at first so they could turn down the alley but once they were out the alley, Akashi told him one thing. "You better hold on tight."
Kuroko was confused. Why? This was just a peaceful ride, why would he- He yelped in surprise when Akashi suddenly went faster now that they were on a street. He wrapped his arms around Akashi and held on tight.
He heard a chuckle from the redhead and glared. How dare his new boss scare him like that? He pouted but didn't say anything. He looked around and saw that the world was a blur of lights. He didn't know why but it was actually fun to look at.
He relaxed and just enjoyed the ride. He even smiled when he sat up straight rather than clinging to Akashi. He could feel the wind in his face and his hair blowing back. He smiled which escalated into a small laugh. Sure he was being childish since he was a 19 year old being amused by riding a motorcycle but he didn't care.
It soon ended when Akashi slowly pulled to a stop in front of a nice house that wasn't too far from the restaurant but was definitely away from traffic.
Kuroko looked up at the house. It looked like it was a two story house. Kuroko wondered if Akashi lived with anyone.
"Here we are." Akashi said. He took off the helmet while Kuroko slowly got off the bike. Akashi got off as well and put the helmet on the handle before walking the bike to a garage. Kuroko decided to just follow.
"Do you live with anyone?" Kuroko asked curiously.
"Nope." Akashi said. He let the motorcycle sit in the garage before closing the garage door. Kuroko looked around even though it was dark until Akashi turned on the lights.
"..I see." Kuroko said. He followed Akashi to a door that leads into the house.
"If you want to shower, go ahead." Akashi said. "You can borrow some of my clothes I suppose. Not unless you want to drop by your house and get some?"
"No thank you." Kuroko said. Akashi nodded.
"I'll go get you clothes. But first, follow me." Akashi ordered. He lead Kuroko throughout the nice house. Kuroko wondered why Akashi lived in such a beautiful house if he lived there alone.
Eventually they made it to the bathroom. "Go ahead and get in the shower. I'll go get those clothes and a towel for you." Akashi said. Kuroko reluctantly nodded and stepped into the room as Akashi walked away. He locked the door before sighing. It's been a long time since he's had a real shower. Sometimes he snuck into the school and took showers in the shower room but that was only every once in a while. It was nice to finally be able to shower without looking behind him every five seconds.
After he found out how to work the shower he let it run. He was still hesitant to take off his clothes. He was in a strangers house... He just shrugged it off and slowly stripped so he could shower.
He relished the feeling if warm water over his skin with a sigh. He was glad he thought of that lie quick. If he didn't he would have had to look around for a temporary shelter by the restaurant. He didn't want to go through that trouble again.
When he finally began cleaning his body he heard a knock. "The clothes are out here along with a towel. Not unless you want me to bring them in?"
Kuroko honestly didn't care if Akashi or anyone else saw him naked. Besides, he was sure Akashi wasn't the kind of person who stared. Plus they were both males so it didn't matter. He didn't answer and carefully got out of the shower to unlock the door.
He returned to the shower when Akashi slowly opened the door and walked inside. Just as Kuroko thought, Akashi didn't really stare. He just placed the clothes and towel on the counter. "You can use my products if you want, I don't mind."
"How come you're being so nice?" Kuroko decided to ask.
"What do you mean?" Akashi asked, looking at the boy who was focusing on washing his hair.
"I'm a stranger you met earlier today." Kuroko pointed out.
"But now you're a chef under my supervision." Akashi countered. "I did this many times before for the others in that kitchen. Daiki comes over sometimes when his mother is angry with him as well. She's not the kindest woman but I can't necessarily change that. Atsushi also comes over sometimes when he doesn't have food in his house. He cooks and eats so much he doesn't have enough food to last until his pay check."
"...But why?" Kuroko asked again.
"Because it's my job." Akashi said.
"Not necessarily." Kuroko said with a dead panned expression.
"Well, since you just joined you don't understand yet." Akashi said. Kuroko felt a little offended but didn't say anything. "But we are like a family and family stick together."
Kuroko stayed silent at the word family. He remembered that family that tried taking him in when he was 16 but all they did was yell at him and abuse him. "I see." He muttered.
Akashi stepped out of the way when Kuroko turned off the shower and got out. He took the towel and began drying himself off. "You can sleep on the couch, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind." It was definitely better than an old and cold floor of a gym. "So, does this always happen?"
"Does what happen?" Akashi asked.
"You watching your guests shower naked and talk to them as they dry off and dress?" Kuroko asked.
"Hmm... Nope." Akashi said with a smirk. "You're the first guest I've ever seen naked."
Kuroko stared for a second. Then he frowned and threw the towel at Akashi who already ran out the room.
Kuroko sighed as he flopped down onto the couch tiredly. He was wearing Akashi's clothes which were a little big on him but not by too much.
Akashi entered the room with a pillow and blanket. He placed them next to Kuroko. He just barley dodged Kuroko when the boy grabbed the pillow and swung it at him.
"Hey, you're the one that invited me inside." Akashi said with a smirk.
"Yeah yeah." Kuroko said. Honestly he wasn't too bothered by it but it was fun to mess with Akashi.
"Get some rest. I always go to the restaurant early so that means you will have to as well." Akashi said. Kuroko nodded and laid down with a sigh.
"Night." Kuroko said.
Akashi looked at the boy before nodding and walking off. "Night. You know where my room is if you need me."
Akashi turned the lights off before he left the room which left Kuroko in almost complete darkness. At least he had a little light coming from the living room windows.
He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He wasn't used to such a comfortable couch to sleep on. He was grateful for it of course but just wasn't used to it. Well, he better get used to it fast because he needed sleep. He sighed, knowing that the next day was going to be a long one.