SailorStar9: After getting Chapter 50 out, this is Chapter 51 of this fic. (Sighs) Guys and girls, is it too hard for you to leave a review, instead of just putting this fic up on your favorited list and story alerts? So, please be a dear and read and review. Seriously guys, we need more obscure Sailor Moon crossover fics!

Disclaimers: Shokugeki no Souma and Sailor Moon belong to Tsukuda Yūto-sensei and Takeuchi Naoko-sensei respectively. Me, on the other hand, own absolutely nothing, except the pairings in this fic and plot, I hope.

Pairings: Official!Takumi/Ami, Souma/Megumi later, established!Isami/Makoto

Chapter 51: The Perfect Rocks

"How?" Asahi growled, not believing that Souma's dish managed to invoke the Bursting pulse in addition to the Gifting pulse. "That's impossible. There's no chef who's a match for my Cross Knives. There can't be. There's no way you could've made a dish more delicious than my basty."

"I'm sure that if Yukihira Souma's dish wasn't as delicious as it was, you would've no problem winning." Mana spoke up. "It's true that Saiba Asahi's basty was also quite exquisite, I could taste the techniques of countless chefs woven together in that dish. But once you remove that shell, it's empty. Your personal flavor is nowhere to be found. I'm sure you must've realized that somewhere within your heart. To avoid the fact that you have no part of yourself to offer in your dishes, you continued the steal the knives of others. On the other hand, Yukihira Souma made it known that his flavor was a result of what he learned from everyone he's encountered. Now, it is the time for deliberations." she informed her Bookmen. "Bookmen, announce your results."

"You kept bragging about how you'd surpassed Jōichirō." Souma scoffed. "But the image of my dad that I've been chasing after ever since I was a kid was way stronger than you could ever be."

"The winner is Yukihira Souma!" Lanterby proclaimed.

"I guess that's been decided." Asahi conceded and handed back Jōichirō's knife. "You win, Yukihira. Give this back to Jōichirō for me. Since I can't make it to the top of the BLUE, I'm unworthy of this knife."

"I don't want it." Souma retorted. "You won it fair and square from my dad, didn't you? Then you have every right to hold on to it. More importantly, why the heck did you want to make Nakiri your bride so badly?"

"Why Erina-hime?" Asahi snorted. "Why else? I want to be stronger and she has the God Tongue."

"Really?" Souma fired back. "To me, it looked like you were looking for something else."

"What are you talking about?" Asahi snorted and left the arena.

"Souma, you crazy ass bastard!" Makoto glomped her cousin. "You actually won!"

"Mako-chan, I think Yukihira needs to breath." Isami supplied.

"You were awesome." Mito gushed. "You actually showed those Cross Knives."

"And the Bookmaster acknowledged your dish, too." Megumi nodded.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Yukihira Souma." Mana cut in. "It's true that your dish was in the realm of deliciousness. But it still doesn't reach the realm I'm yearning for."

"Even though it earned a combo of Gifting and Bursting?" Souma fired back. "You sure are greedy."

"Don't get ahead of yourself." Mana rebuked "There's no way this one dish could have surpassed what I've endured all these years. Show me an even more delicious dish in the finals."

"That's right." Sakaki recalled. "The finals."

"Erina-cchi and Yukihira are fighting next." Yoshino nodded.

"That's insane." Daigo beamed. "It's gonna be a battle between two Tōtsuki students."

"Congratulations, Yukihira." Alice chirped, bouncing into the arena with Hisako and Erina in tow.

"Nakiri, good luck tomorrow." Souma told his next opponent. "Let's have a good mat..." he was cut off when Erina walked past him.

Back at the deserted harbor...

With Souma's win against Asahi, the assault team had also taken down the remaining Noir and busted their illegal transactions.

Later that evening...

"Catch." Makoto tossed Souma a can of oolong tea she bought from a nearby vending machine. "Have you thought about what you intend to make tomorrow?" she asked her cousin, opening her can of pineapple juice.

"About that..." Souma took a gulp from his oolong tea. "I don't know..."

"For the love of..." Makoto nearly choked in her drink. "Souma, you... always going at your own pace, huh?"

Later that night...

"I will be the judge for the finals." Mana declared behind her bamboo blinds. "The theme is a dish that the world has never seen. Give it all you have. Begin cooking."

"Good grief." Souma pondered. "First, a dish using the Five Grand Cuisines, and now, a dish the world has never seen? Let's see, what should I mash together?"

In the audience...

"Guys, I'm scared." Makoto mock-whimpered. "Souma's making that face again..."

"He isn't going to make something gross, is he?" Sakaki wondered.

"I won't put it past him." Mito twitched.

"She's fast." Kuga whistled as they watched Erina furiously chopping her ingredients.

"She already knows what she's going to make?" Shōji was impressed.

"Something's weird." Makoto frowned. "It's as if... she has no idea where she's heading to, but something else is pushing her to cook."

In the arena in front of Mana...

"This is pretty boring." Souma remarked, taking a taste out of Erina's stock pot. "How the hell am I supposed to be happy when I win if you look like that when you're cooking? All right, I know what I'm cooking." he made his decision. "Just you wait, Nakiri Erina."

SailorStar9: Any OOC-nes is regretted. *Grins* Don't you just love plot bunnies sometimes? Reviews are much appreciated.