Hi guys. So, for past months I had become a really big fan of Food Wars. At first, I didn't get it, but after more tried later I became to really love this world. Ok, I still find super annoying that almost everyone there talks about the right property of food. I am not only talking about the chefs and judges, even the waiters and anyone who eats knows the qualities of food. And those transformation sequence, while pointless are a lot of fun to do.

So here is also something new that I am doing. An OC story, a character of mine surviving this world of culinary. And unlike the main cast, he is different. He likes the many styles of food, but he also loves fast food. There is nothing wrong with that. So lets start out this story.

The name of the OC is Hiro Arman. Creation of mine. Son of American with a Japanese woman, blood A, born in Bost and lived in the United States for 11 years before moving to Japan. Now let's get this show on the road.

Well, how did I get into this mess. I thought going to a cooking school was a lot of hard work and not fighting a bunch elite jerks, that feel superior to you just because they have a seat position. All I wanted was to see if this Totsuki school was cool, but a idiot of red hair and steam headed orange hair girl dragged me into this mess.

Start of the year.

At the East meets West restaurant.

Here we have a perfect combination of Eastern and Western culinary. It's a place that you can go get some comfort food, but also your meal of the day. The place is run by my parents, and I…am just the waiter.

''Hiro, table 2 wants their bill.'' Said a woman in her thirties with a chef uniform. She had black hair and pale skin.

''don't worry mom. I am going there.'' Said me.

I am a tall teen, with black hair and wearing a baseball cap of our family team…the Boston Red Socks.

''You don't need to shout out.'' Said a man also in his thirties, with a business suit and also black hari.

''Sorry dad.''

My name is Hiro Arman. I was born in Boston Massachusetts. My parents are Jefferson Arman and Hamara Arman. My mom said that she discard her last name as soon she married my father. I never discover who was from her family side, because I couldn't find anything. So, after a while I stop searching.

Right now, I work as the waiter in our restaurant. We maybe not be a five-star ones, but we are very popular one in our local city. My mom does the cooking also with her sub chef Akame, while my father handle the financial business.

The truth is…I also cook. But I don't know if I can ever become a good chef at the same style as my mom.

Soon after getting that bill, I handle over to another table to write the order.

''What would you like tonight?''

''Your Japanese is perfect.'' Said the customer. She must have thought I was a tourist.

''Oh, thank you. I worked hard to be fluent on this.''

I grew up in Boston until I was 11. We used to also have a small restaurant there, but business wasn't going great so my mom made us move to Japan because she still had a house under her name that can serve as a home for us. It took me and my father months of hard work to master Japanese language, but we managed. Soon after we open the restaurant, and our lives here has been perfectly fine.

''I will bring your orders right now.

''Sure.'' Said the guest.

My mom was working on the kitchen with her sub chef. The way that they cook is amazing, is fast paced but it was like they could see things in low motion. However even with two chefs, it wasn't easy making all the orders coming up, so they usually ask me to help out.

''Can you help me Hiro?' Asked my mom.

''Sure, let me just wash my hands.''

''Sorry, for asking you to this in the middle of your shift.'' Said her.

''Again? You know I am the only waiter in this place.'' I said with an annoyed look.

''what can I do? You are the person I trust the most to run this thing.'' Said my mom with a happy smile to cover her lazy attitude in hiring more staff.

''You better change fast Hiro. Things are heating up here.'' Said Akame.

Akame was my mom sub chef. She was an expert in meats and spice. Sometimes she likes to put red peppers and her mouth and feel the hot feeling that they give in her tongue, just for pleasure.

''Alright.''

''Ok but be sure to clean your face also.'' My mom said.

''Sure mom.''

Later.

We had everything done in the lunch time, now was about to get ready for dinner.

''Time for the dinner. Better put your cooking uniform.'' Said my mom and I listen to her.

''Sure.''

My cooking clothes were just a black t shirt, my baseball cap put behind and a look of determination.

''Here they come.'' Said my dad seeing the crowd.

''Ok people look strong. We can handle this.'' Said my mom.

My mom, me and Akame started preparing most of the meals when a huge group of people come in. My father started to book seats, while the job in the kitchen was about to start.

As the people start talking, we prepared the food, and the smells start to infest our dinner. Praising and comments floating in the air.

''Smells amazing.'' Said a customer.

''You know you have good taste.'' I said once I heard that praise in the kitchen.

''Yes, but focus on the food and not in the people.'' Said My mom.

''Oh sorry.''

''Hi welcome to the East meet West. What would you like to order?" Asked my dad.

''Yes, I would like the Butternut Squash Mac and Cheese.'' Said the customer.

''Well, that is a good choice. And one of the favorites of our chefs.'' Said my father.

''Yes, it what this little guy like a lot!'' Said Akane laughing making me blush.

Akame was like an older sister to me. At first, we didn't get along, hell at first we hated each other guts, but over time we started to get along. If it wasn't for her my mom would have break of tired a long time ago.

''So, what would like to order?" Asked my father.

''I was thinking of this Redemption Burger.'' Said the customer.

''Good, this is one of our special.'' Said him back

Soon more people started to appear, and It looked like our restaurant was going to feel like a ant colony.

''Customers. More than I can count!''

''Go help your father.'' Said my mom.

''You were born for this kid.'' Said Akame and I got the gear ready to help.

''Hi welcome to our restaurant.''

Soon I helped my father in taking and giving the orders. It was tough, but I can handle.

''Wow, this food is amazing.'' Said a customer eating some of our deer meat.

''Yes, we do what we can to please our customers.''

''But what about these ones that I never heard about. Like this Puerco Pibil, are they worth?" Asked a snobby customer.

''I feel they are. They are so good that you can cut with a spoon.''

''Really, then it must be like low coast meat.'' Said the snob customer.

I heard my mom with an angry growl, and with a look to chop someone head off. Instead of going in a cooking rampage, she said:

''Hiro…I leave this one to you.'' Said her.

''Sure.''

Soon I ran toward the kitchen to make the Puerco Pibil and make it the way most people like it.

''Wait that waiter can cook too?" asked the snob customer.

''Oh, he sure can.'' Said my mom while I prepared the meal.

After a goof 5 minutes, the plate is ready. A nice pork, with white rice and some potatoes.

'Order up!''

While I am working as waiter, I don't do most of the cooking. However, mom lets me go back and prove to everyone that I can do.

Soon I see that snob person eat the Puerco and she is out of words.

''Wow. This is unbelievable.'' Said her admitting defeat.

''Yes, that boy is a hidden gem.'' Said my mom all proud of me.

I started get interested in cooking ever since I was a little kid. However, it was on my 5 that I started to read and learn more and more about cooking. Watching the famous chefs like Gordon Ramsay, Guy Fieri, Antony Bourdain and so many others and learn what they have to teach. I may not be as skilled as those guys, but my cooking makes people happy.

''My god you did this?'' Asked the customer.

''The recipe was not original. We heard and adapted. Don't tell anyone.''

''Really. You did this amazing dish? Wow, kid you can even be a cook for Totsuki'' Said her.

I didn't understand what she was talking about.

''Totsuki? What is this?

The customer looked at me with a disbelief look.

'you never heard of Totsuki?'' Asked her.

''Sorry, but it doesn't ring a bell.''

''Totsuki is just the greatest culinary school in all of Japan. The chef that graduated there are know worldwide. Is amazing that a young cook like you never heard of it.''

She sounded genuinely surprised, but I never heard of such a place. Cooking was not my true passion in the world, I liked learning and studying about it, but it wasn't something that I never thought of making a living at it. However, that place kind sound interesting.

''How come I never heard of such a place?

''Maybe passed your mind.'' Said her.

''Yes, I was never the sharpest tool in the box.'' I said while laughing.

Soon another person appeared in our restaurant. And as soon she that person walked in the mood was down.

''Ok…so this is the place.'' Said the woman who had black hair and sunglasses on it.

''Uh…. who is…''

''Oh, that witch is up again.'' Said Akame already angry.

I didn't know what was going on. As by the looks, neither my mom nor father. I decided to see what was happening at the moment.

''Uh sorry, can I help you? Do you need a table?"

''don't need boy. I am only here to make business.'' Said her all snobby.

''And who are you?''

''My name is Yaeko Minegasaki. Urban planner.''

The customers on the restaurants soon became tensed up. It was like a hurricane was about to pass.

''Oh no.'' Said a costumer

''It's her.'' Said another one.

''She is going to ruin another perfect restaurant.'' Said another customer.

''What are you talking about?" Asked my mom.

''You are the owner of this establishment?" Asked Yaeko

''Yes, me and my husband are the owners. Why?" Asked her.

''Oh good, I have great news for you two. Retirement has just arrived.'' Said Yaeko.

''Retirement? I am on my thirties?'' Asked my mom.

''Yes, me too.'' Said my dad.

''Well, you two are going to become retire soon. Because this place is going to shut down.'' Said Yaeko with a smirk.

We three got confused and shocked, while Yaeko got a smile of victory.

''Shut down our restaurant why?'' Asked my dad.

''I was thinking of transforming this place into a new parking lot. I lost the change of getting the rights of a restaurant in another street, so I decided to go with this one. So what do you two said.'' Said her.

She had already the papers on her hand, plus pen. She must be a person who feels that she always get what she wants. But this time, she was going to receive a no for an answer.

''What are you crazy lady? We are not going to that.'' Said my dad all firm.

That wasn't what she wanted to hear. She put the faked smile I ever saw and took out a check from her pocket.

''Is this amount enough. I can put more three zero there.'' Said her.

We saw how much she was willing to pay, and I have to say…wow. This was almost like winning in the lottery.

''Oh.''

''Yes, is a lot. And remember, three more zeros.'' Said her with a smirk.

My mom saw that check and while she would like to have this money, I knew she didn't wanna stop cooking at this moment.

''Thanks for the offer, but we are not interest.'' Said her gently giving the check back.

''Yes, we are happy with the work and it will take a while for this place to close.'' Said my father.

The lady didn't like to hear that as her face got more red than a pepper.

''Listen here! I didn't come all this way to hear the same sappy speech again. I already had to deal with a weird kid and his weird cooking, now I wanna see what a place done by foreigners can do! Now sign this contract or face the consequences.'' Scream her.

However instead of being threaten, my parents looked at each other with a smirk and said.

''How about a challenge?'' Asked my mom.

The entire restaurant went quiet as everyone was wondering what was about to happen.

''A challenge?'' I said confused.

''What kind challenge?'' Asked Yaeko.

''If you taste our cooking and like it you have to go away.'' Said my dad.

''You are telling me, if I just say I didn't like your food you will sign the contract.'' Said Yaeko with a smirk.

''Yes, we give our word.'' Said him.

The urban planner only smirk and takes a sit.

''Good, then prepare the food.'' Said her all snobby.

''oh no. I am not cooking.'' Said my mom.

''So, who is it? The pepper lady there?''' Asked Yaeko looking at Akame.

''No, he is going.'' Said my mom pointing at me.

I looked super confused at all that. The future of the restaurant was in my hands?

''what!''

''The waiter! Ha, what a joke!'' Laugh that snobby woman.

''This waiter is my son.'' Said mom all serious.

''Whatever, just make him put what he has on the microwave.'' Said her.

Upon hearing that I was infuriated. She think she can barge in here, buy our restaurant and kick us out? I will show her what I can do.

''I can do it. I will make something that will make you speechless.''

''Oooh.'' Said the other costumers.

She only had a smirk in her face and said:

''Impressive me foreigner.'' Said her.

''Mom, Akane I need space.''

''Sure.'' Said the two.

''The kitchen is all mine.'' I thought with confidence.

Soon I started cooking. I had many ingredients to choose, but I need it something unique and good.

''I must do something really awesome. But what?"

Soon I saw the beef was already, so I decided to make a beef recipe. Soon an idea came to my head.

''Yes!''

I put my hat back, and started to cook at maximum speed. While I do that, the costumers were seeing this almost speechless.

''ooh. He is good.'' Said one costumer.

''yes, he takes this from his mother.'' Said my dad.

I can hear the people talking. That makes me so nervous.

''Just get done.''

''Hurray up!'' Said Yaeko.

''Impatience.''

Soon I have everything ready, and I bring the plate.

''Here you go.''

I brought her meal. I did the best to make a good exhibition. Yes, I am not the best into making the food look good, but taste that's another story.

''what is this?" Asked her.

''Is called Grillades. Is a dish most common in New Orleans. They are medallions of various meats, fired and served with some other food.''

I see that snob woman look at my Grillades a little hesitant. Sure, it didn't look amazing but wait until you taste it.

''what are you waiting?''

'''I am supposed to eat this?'' Asked her all grossed out.

''So you don't want to buy us out?' Asked my mom with a smirk.

I see the anger in that woman face. She then took a bite of my Grillades and then this happened…

''aaaaaah.'' Said her moaning out loud, looking like she was doing some sort of transformation.

''What that hell is this!'' I asked completed in confusion.

''People in this area have this tendency Hiro. Once they taste a food that they like…they do this crap.'' Said my mom with a shame look.

Soon after this whole whatever this was scene, Yaeko just fall down and collapse in the floor. The other costumers cheering for some reason.

''uh is she ok?"

''She is just processing everything.'' Said my dad with a smile.

''So did I win?"

''Yes you did.'' Said my mom and I couldn't help but to be at 10000.

''Yeah!'

''Free peach and apple pie for everyone.'' Said my mom.

''Yeah.'' Said the costumers.

''If you all pay your bills.'' Said my dad.

The people joy got retrack as everyone looked a little bit annoyed at that.

I saw all people taking Yaeko out of the restaurant and I couldn't help but be a little happy. I did that. Can my cooking be this good?

''Man, I really have something.''

A minute later while I was cleaning the restaurant, I couldn't help but think of the place that the other costumers told me about.

''Totsuki Academy.''

Later that night

''Mom, dad I am going to my room.''

''Ok.'' Said my mom.

''We will pass to give a goodnight later.'' Said my dad.

I went to my room, filled with stuff from Boston and other things. I still am kind homesick. While there I will do a little research on this school.

''The Totsuki Academy.'' I wrote in my computer.

As I wait to upload the website, I thought it could be like a Harvard or Yale of cooking school in Japan.

''Ok, it must be a cooking school for elite people. How hard it must be?" I said to myself.

I wasn't well aware of what Totsuki had. So, as I was reading the website and the history of the school, I was really intrigued of what that place has to offer.

''It can't be that bad. I mean is just a school.''

How I curse myself for saying those words.

So here we have the OC. If you are confused, the parts that we don't have ´´Said´´ is Hiro speaking and since this story is on the first person I thought it wasn't necessary to have that. So, Hiro is thinking of going to Totsuki, poor guy. Next chapter is his idea that brings everything down. See you all soon.