Kei-Kei Yuki: Hi everyone! First off I just want to say, there no Eishi x Fem!Soma this chapter! I so sorry! But this idea came to me out of nowhere, and I just had to write. Also I will start posting up AU drabbles soon. So start placing in your AU's requests. On a side note: I really love Kuga, so please seen in ideas for him and Soma-chan! They are such a funny yet adorable pair~!

Soma: This is one shows a different side of me.

Kei-Kei Yuki: I know right! Also I gender-bend Mayumi (shy brown haired girl in ep.1). Her gender-bend counterpart plays a much more meaningful role than the female counter-part. Also happy early birthday Anomutndkf!

Fourteenth Drabble: The Wall

Upstairs inside the Polar Star Dorm, standing in the hallway where the residents of the said dorm, along with the rest who were considered very closed to a certain redhead. Each of them wearing a distressed, concerned, and worried looks on their faces, the one who they were deeply concerned about was lock inside her bedroom.

"S-Soma-chan are ok-" A concerned Tadokoro was about to asked, when she was cut-off, and caught by surprised by the harsh and angry tone the used at her.

"I said leave me alone!" Came the angry outburst that shock everyone who was standing outside, especially Tadokoro who eyes began to tear up. Never before had the other raise her voice at her, or anyone for that matter, seeming completely unlike herself.

"Oi, Yukihira she was only asking about your concern!" Standing up for the teary eyed timid girl was Takumi, but yet this brought up more questions as for why she was acting unlike herself.

"Stay out of my business Takumi! Just leave me alone! All of you! As if anyone one of can understand what I'm feeling!" Cried the girl inside, her voice sounding as if it was on the verge of breaking. Everyone pointed and confused look at each other, wondering what could be bothering the young woman who had herself locked inside her room, since early this morning. Alice had to refrain Ryo from breaking down the door. The teen had skipped all of her classes, that she would normally never missed.

Standing a bit far away from the group stood Fumio, along with Isshiki, both expressing equally worried looks. Without question Fumio took out her cellphone, dialing a certain number, as it only took a short while before the other to answer. "Fumio, it unlike you to call me. Is something the matter?" asked the deep and light-hearted voice of Joichiro Saiba.

After explaining everything to the man, the other released what sound like a sigh, before his voice came back serious. "She rarely acts this way, but when she's get like this. Only he can calm her down. Call this number." Instructed Joichiro. Fumio writing the number down, before doing as she was told. Quite surprised when a young man answered the phone.

After the being yelled at for the sixth time that day, the large group decided to leave the other alone, doing what she asked of them, as the more they tried to coat her into coming out of her room, seem to only made the situation worse. Al of them were currently sitting down in the lounge area, when suddenly a figure enter the room.

"A-Ano excused me, but I'm Kurase M-Makoto. I'm looking for Soma-chan." Standing in the room, stood a average-height boy with medium length, brown hair and large eyes. He look nervous, his eyes flickering around the room, the large group of un-ordinary high-schoolers made him feel uncomfortable.

Fidgeting with the bottom hem of his shirt, when pair of green eyes suddenly had a brief flashback, remembering why the other look so familiar to her. "Ah! I remember you! You're Yukihira childhood best-friend!" Ikumi pointed a finger over at the figure, who slightly jumped from her outburst.

"It's nice to s-see you again as well, M-Mito-san." The young man greeted her with a small bow. Despite the way she was glaring at him.

"I see you're finally here. Yukihira has been stuck in her room all in foul mood, and all are attempts seem useless. I called Joichiro and he told me only you can make her feel at ease. I hope what he say is true." said Fumio. Informing the other on what floor her room was on, along with her room number.

The group in the lounge did nothing but silently stared after the figure as he made his way up the flight of stairs. Once he was out of sight everyone turn their eyes to Ikumi, who was still wearing a frown (cough-pout-cough) on her face. "So that frail looking twig is Yukihira-chin childhood best friend, huh." Kuga looked unimpressed by the other lacking timid personality, and lacking presence.

"Will he really be able to get the job done? Surely there some other way." said Takumi. Just like Kuga he was also unimpressed, and didn't really trusted the brunette. The group was silent for a while, before one-by-one, everyone tiptoe upstairs, watching the other about to knock on Soma door.

"S-Soma-chan! It me, Makoto. Can I come in? I bought a bag of Oreo's." The other held out the bag of cookies in his hand.

"Yeah, right. As if that would get that idiot to open-" Erina was unable to finished that sentence, when they all witness for themselves the other open up her door. The brunette smile, before walking in the room, the door closing after him. The group was left speechless, wondering what type of magic did this person possess. Along with learning a little secret detail which was. . . (Yukihira like Oreo's!) Score a lucky point from them.

"I don't think anyone has noticed but with us standing so far away. I don't we'll be able to hear what's going on inside." Leaning his back against the wall, Akira pointed out.

"But their is another way for us to listen in. To Isshiki-senpai room!" Announced Yuki, speaking about the speaking tubes that were installed in the rooms. Not once did the ideal of them on how inappropriate it was to listening in someone's private conversation dawn on them. Promptly taking over Isshiki room, as they began listening in.

Once inside her room, the two childhood friend sat on the floor, the sound in that could be heard was Soma eating the stuffed creme cookies, her golden irises eyes that usually fueled with fire, friendliness, kindness was dull and lifeless. "So are you gonna tell me what's wrong? Your friends are very worried about you Soma-ch-"

Brown eyes widen when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his neck, the other buried her head in the crook of his neck, wet tear-drops touching his skin. "I don't know what to do. The inside of me been feeling so hollow these last few weeks, Makoto. No one here can understand me like you do. Lately it's been hard for to me to evolve my cooking. It hard for me to smile. I can't find someone to speak my troubles to. And when I need someone to lend me a shoulder. I automatically search for you, but than I realize I'm all alone. T-That you're not by my side anymore." More and more tears touch his neck, letting the figure relax against his chest. Reaching a hand out to pat her back in a soothing matter.

"Soma-chan it's not good for you to allow your emotions bottle up like this. You don't have to be this strong, nonchalantly, and brave figure all the time. It okay to feel fear. It's okay to fail. It's okay to cry. But you're wrong, you're not alone Soma-chan. You have finally met people who you can relate too. People who are rivals, yet at the same time your friends. You finally found a place where you belong." He reassured the figure in his arms.

"I have lost my confidence, Makoto. My mind been nothing but a blank void these last couple of weeks. It hard for me to come up with new creations and ideas. It's like there this wall that is blocking my path, standing in my way, and there is noway around it. I've even afraid to do a shokugeki because of my own fears. I'm afraid to lose. I hate losing. Everything just been feeling to empty and meaningless to me lately. I feel so cold." She confessed the feelings that's been bottled up withing her, expressing how she truly feel.

Her once unorthodox, but yet incredibly and delicious dishes began to lack that something special that they held, her creativity that she thrive on has lost it's edge. Day after day standing at the stove, cooking new cuisine, reading different cook books, all were useless to help her. At the end of the day, it only made her feel more frustrated with herself. Soma wanted to improve herself, only to two take two steps back. With a cry she slammed her fist to the floor.

"I hate feeling like this! I hate it! I hate feeling like some whiny spoiled brat. I want to overcome my own fears, and my troubles. I want to be the best. Their only person I which to surpassed above all the others. Yet with me in this pathetic state, I starting to hate myself. God. . I haven't been in such a state since I was-"

"Since you were twelve." Makoto quickly responded. "When you had to help your dad come up with a new menu for the diner. You were frustrated and a nerve-wreck for an entire week, but their something about you that I admire the most. Is that when you fail, fall, or break-down. You don't stay down, you back up to fight your battles. It's normal and human to feel what you are feeling Soma-chan. It's okay to feel those things, you don't always have to be so strong. It's okay to cry and whine sometimes. You're not spoil, and certainly not a brat. You are a strong, and confident, kind woman. Who have big dreams, and will allow no one to stand in her way. Remember in the beginning when you first started cooking, you were-"

"Absolutely horrible. I was no genius. Maybe in another world I might've been, but I definitely remember me almost setting the kitchen on fire." Soma gave a half-heartly laugh at the fond memory of her childhood.

"You ran into walls back then, and even though you cried, and beat herself up over it. In the end you wiped those tears away, and tried again, until you eventually overcame it. It's certainly been awhile since I seen the cool-headed and confident Soma-chan in such a state, but I'm sorta happy." Smiled Makoto, as this earn an confused look from Soma as she look up at him.

"It's mean you're still human inside. You're still the same Soma-chan that I met all those years ago. It means that no matter what, you'll always be that same person that I always admire. Now dry those tears. It's rare and very hard on the heart to see you cry Soma-chan. Plus those friend of yours are very worried about you." Taking out a handkerchief, Makoto began to wipe away her tears.

"You come a long way to finally make it here, so don't give up now. Remember it was you who said-"I'll be the one to take culinary world by storm, as if I let anyone stand in my way. I'll be the best-No number one! Everyone will submit to my cooking." Soma remember her saying those words before they had graduated junior high. When another flashback of her at the opening ceremony at the beginning of her first year at Totsuki pop into her head.

"Yo~! I'm Yukihira Sōma. Truth be told, I didn't expect to be admitted in this academy, but I don't plan on losing to a bunch of spoiled rich brats who never stood in front of clients, or a real kitchen for that matter. Who doesn't know the true experience of despair and failure. I'll use all of you as my stepping stones. Now that I'm here, I will be number one. That I promise you." Soma remembered those words as if they were just yesterday, she meant every word she said back then.

Soma was currently a second-year now, and looking back at the things she achieved, faced, and accomplish throughout her first-year made her current situation laughable. Suddenly remember the many times as a child when she failed with her cooking, the many time she cried because she thought she would never be good enough to become a chef like her father. Now that she reminisces about her past, she cried a lot when she was a child, but. . .it was due to all those failures that she became stronger. She have experience failure more than anybody, but they always taught her something in the end.

Soma remove herself from her best-friend arms, sitting up with her back straight, wiping her tears away. Her golden molten eyes suddenly had their spark and life return back to them. "I will not let this get me down. I will overcome it, just like I have before. After all, nobody has experience failure as more as I have. Sorry, for troubling you Makoto." Soma slap her cheeks a couple of times, as the other just laugh.

"Maa, it okay. After all what are best-friend for Soma-chan."

"Hehe. . .I'm really lucky to have you. After all it's because of you that I have many fond memories of my junior high years. You're right I have people to care about me, and only made them worried about me. I bet their not use to seeing this side of me." Soma grinned weakly.

"Maa, seem I have a lot of cooking to do to makeup for my rudeness. Looks like were having a special Yukihara feast tonight!" Soma got to her feet, opening the door, as she began making her way to the kitchen. Stretching her arms above her head, happy to feel the adrenaline and excitement that course through her veins, as it was time for her to stop mopping and get busy. A wide grin set place on her face, tying the white cloth around her forehead, before tying her apron around her waist.

"It's time to get to work!"

End of Fourteenth Drabble: The Wall

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