This is a new AkaKuro fic!
This one isn't as dramatic as my last one but I hope you viewers/visitors enjoy this one too. It's a lot more light-hearted (well so far as much as I planned it) and this is a cooking AU!
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If New York City was the city that never sleeps then Tokyo was the city that was constantly on adrenaline and adderall. The streets seemed to always be lit up especially at large intersections and it was filled with lights of advertisements and people trying to make themselves known.
On the fortieth floor of a skyscraper in the heart of the busy streets was one of Japan's most extravagant and well-known three Michelin star restaurant: the Red Phoenix. The place was the epitome of affluence and the price was worth the quality of food that was served. The waiting list for a reservation for breakfast, lunch, or dinner was about at least one year and those who went, longed to return. There wasn't anyone who hasn't at least heard about this place once. It opened in 2014 by one Akashi Seijuro, the famous heir of the Akashi Corporation who turned down his rightful throne to pursue his passion in the culinary arts.
After studying at Le Cordon Bleu in 2010, he ventured out to start his first restaurant in the south of France which exceeded beyond everyone's expectations. Most new chefs that opened their own restaurants fresh out of culinary school did not make it to year two; however, Akashi's establishment became well known for its bouillabaisse and its popularity soared with the locals and tourists. As a young twenty-one year old chef, such success had been an uproar and after working at En Hausse for two years, he took off to England to open his second restaurant, Chromia, which also proved to be a "major success" by food critics and earned his first Michelin star.
The chef/entrepreneur travelled all around the world opening new restaurants with high potential earning several more Michelin stars, made appearances on food networks, wrote his own cook book that sold out within two weeks, and captured the hearts of other chefs and cooks around the world. For the next two years, he was constantly travelling and taking opportunities before settling back in his motherland, Japan, to open his latest restaurant.
As his restaurants gained more recognition and popularity, chefs all around the world fought tooth and nail for a position in any one of them and people threw themselves at his feet to either score a reservation, do business, or to become his partner. However, the response of acceptance was rare and if by some chance a deal was made, it was purely one sided with Akashi benefiting the most. To be a part of the empire was to be a runner in the competition of being the best of the best.
By now, with his empire created and standing strongly, nobody and nothing seemed to pique his interest. Boredom started to emerge as cooking new recipes became too easy and inspiration dwindled. Being able to experience so many cultures and trying and succeeding in so many cooking techniques made him an excellent chef but to be on the top alone with no one as significant as himself by his side was discomforting and reduced his passion to cook. Cooking was now a chore and a bland routine.
That was, until now.
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So yes this is short since it is a prologue but I also want your opinion on whether or not I should continue this.
I have been watching too many cooking shows tbh lol
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