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I'll just drop this here. Not feeling pretty well this day, and I've been dreading that I won't be able to update. Good thing I was able to drink some medicine, and able to breathe and move a little freely.
I honestly hate being sick. Dang it.
Anyway, go on.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Tsuna stared at Hayama.
Hayama stared back.
The brunet pursed his lips and weighed the pros and cons of what his friend is trying to get out of him. They're not entirely doing a Shokugeki, but they don't have a good judge. It's only Shiomi-sensei, Kurokiba and Soma. They can do it with Shiomi as their judge. But Kurokiba will want a match against him too. Then Soma after.
Damn. He's lamenting on his life now. If he wasn't being surrounded by weirdos, he has competitive people.
He only came here because Soma told him that the two want him to come. They have been bugging the redhead for three days to the point that it's driving the latter crazy. And Tsuna was being driven to insanity those past days too, cause he got busy shaking off some people by then (aka some reporters and challengers) so he could move freely.
So Yukihira got a brilliant (note the fond sarcasm) idea to solve their problem. The solution? He goes with Soma to Hayama, so he could shake off his pursuers and the latter won't get bugged again. He blatantly declined. But the redhead is expert on dodging 'no' for an answer. Soma even had to pull him out of the bed and push him to the bathroom that morning, just so they could move out. He was excited to eat the girls' new dish for the day too, but he got kidnapped to meet the two. Not that he's not thankful to see them though.
"So?" Hayama asked impatiently, arms crossed.
"I don't really think it will be a good idea." He grimaced. "Although Shiomi-sensei will be good enough to judge for us, it doesn't mean Kurokiba-san and Soma won't ask me to compete against them too."
"I do want to compete against you." Kurokiba nodded.
"Give Tsuna-kun a break." Shiomi admonished to the three. "It wasn't only you three who wanted to fight against him. He also wanted to go to the classics. If the circumstances were avoidable, he could've gone and cooked off against you. If you want an official match, take him to a shokugeki or take three judges to cook for in a casual match."
"You can be the judge for us, Jun." Hayama insisted. "It won't be that hard."
Tsuna sighed. "There are two points why we can't do a casual match right now." He raised a finger as the four listened. "One, ingredients. Your building doesn't have the ingredients we will need to do our dishes despite the fact that it's near a mountain, a forest or something." Then he raised another finger. "And two, I'm not equipped. I can fight against you. Trust me, I can. Even with someone else's knife. But, will it be fair for you for me to fight with someone else's knife while you fight using yours?"
Hayama's and Kurokiba's expressions went to something that Soma usually wears whenever he tells the redhead his reasons of why and why not do something. He never actually uses it on anyone in his family, nor does he know he can reason. It's probably his intuition speaking.
Soma snickered amidst the silence. "Nice points, Tsuna."
"Fine." Kurokiba stated, before his usual lackluster eyes narrowed in threats. "But we will get our match against you."
Hayama nodded, seconding.
The brunet put a hand on his chest as a sign that he means it. "I promise."
"But why aren't you excited to fight against Tsuna-kun, Yukihira? You're also a finalist." Shiomi questioned, rather curious with how relaxed the redhead was.
"I am excited to go against Tsuna." Soma replied with honesty. "But I think our cook off will be established someday and not any nearer."
"Ha?" The three blurted while the brunet took his share of tea and started to drink it. Seems like Shiomi used Hayama's blend since he can smell the fragrance.
"You'll understand when you match up against him." Soma cheekily smiled before eyeing Tsuna who took a biscuit and nipped on it. "Good luck with that, by the way."
"Anyway," Sawada said loud enough so any incoming rebutts to Soma's statement get drowned and be forgotten. "One of the faculty I talked with this morning wished me luck in my stagiaire days. What does that mean, Shiomi-sensei?"
"Ah. The stagiaire system." The teacher clapped as if she just remembered it. "It's that time of the year already."
"Stagiaire system?" Soma repeated and going attentive with Kurokiba. "What's that?"
"To begin with, stagiaire means trainee in French. Cooks who are in charge of the initial preparations and routine duties in the kitchen are called stagiaire or stage too. Well, I don't really have to explain that." The brunet hid his snicker when his three fellow students glanced at each other in trepidation. "Anyway, the stagiaire system in Tootsuki Academy is part of the curriculum in which first year students of the high school division are sent to various professional kitchen." Shiomi continued.
Tsuna froze and stared at the professor with wide eyes.
"The places they're sent include high class restaurants, foodstuff makers and even public institutions. It's an official part of the classes with the objective of letting the students learn about the atmosphere in real kitchens. Some students get enamored with the places they were sent to and end up working there." The lady said with pride.
"Wow. In this age where finding a job is difficult..." Soma awed.
"Yes. For example, famous Hotel T, Italian Restaurant O, French Restaurant Q and many more." Shiomi listed off.
"Amazing! They're all places I've heard about." The redhead exclaimed, glancing at Tsuna who grinned to hide his nervousness. Good thing the redhead didn't see it.
"Well it's the fruit of Tootsuki's brand power." Shiomi said with a proud smirk.
Tsuna bit the cookie he was eating as he thinks. With this stagiaire system, he'll be in a lot of trouble. Anyone can come in the restaurant and recognize him. Well, he can always give the tech group a heads up of which place he'll be assigned to correct the CCTV footage.
He bit the cookie a little too hard in frustration. Damn it. What can he do? Dye his hair black? Cut it short? Maybe he should ask Reborn of what he needs to do. Because frankly, he does not want to be found by any of Vongola and bring trouble to the establishment he will be assigned just because some assassins or hitmen recognized him.
"What do you think, Tsuna?" He glanced at Soma who asked him that.
He gave a smile. Yeah. He should ask Reborn. "I think it will be fun. We'll be able to experience things if we do this correctly."
"Then we only have to not cause trouble and finish our work with no delay to complete this assignment?" Hayama queried, arms crossed and looking questioningly at Shiomi.
"More like how can we pass in this assignment, Hayama-san." He corrected, gaining their attentions. "Cause restaurants have different criteria. Imagine you did almost everything they ask you to do, and then after your training, they suddenly say you failed just because you just did what was said you need to do, not because you want to do it."
"Tsuna-kun is correct." The teacher nodded as she raised a finger to give a point. "The passing criterion is whether you, in your one week as a trainee, can leave visible results."
Tsuna and Soma looked at each other before grinning at the same, creeping out Hayama and Kurokiba.
"We might as well buy a bicycle or something on the way, Soma." He hummed, still grinning as he sipped on his cooling tea.
"Yeah. Do you think we'll end up being in a same restaurant at some point? I suddenly miss working with you in the diner." The redhead nodded while relaxing on his seat and regarded the others. "Hope we meet there somewhere."
Sawada laughed when Hayama and Kurokiba trashed talked Soma, who fought back with his own grin. He took out his phone as Shiomi started to scold them for being too loud, and composed a text to send to his tutor.
'To: Reborn
Subject: (none)
Message: Problem: What can I do to change my appearance a bit? I don't want to be recognized when I started going out of the academy for training jobs.'
Tsuna stared at the fancy restaurant in front of him. It looked like one of those shops that he sees on TV with all these grand gestures and shiny gold appearances. Looking down at the documents he received, he read it again to check if he did the instructions right.
Well, he was asked to meet his pair in front of the restaurant they will get trained so early in the morning. According to the instructions, they will spend one week there and leave a visible result as they do what they were asked to do. It doesn't look that hard. If only his partner will be someone agreeable or something.
Putting the documents back to their folder and stuffing it carefully in his bag, he reached out and clicked his headset off. He removed it before combing his short dyed black hair with a hand. Yeah. He did both ideas. It was suggested by Reborn and approved by Soma. He even let Fumio do the cutting. It's not that short. Just enough so he won't be recognized that easily and it could grow after a month or so.
"So you're my partner." He looked back to see who said that. He was graced with Hayama's imposing presence. "Akira Hayama." The other introduced himself.
Tsuna smiled, satisfied with himself. Good. It means he can't be recognized that well. "Tsunayoshi Sawada."
"Ha?" His friend blurted out, before green eyes widened in surprise. "Tsuna?"
"Yup." He nodded, grinning. He walked for the front of the restaurant. "Good. You didn't recognize me."
"Of course I won't." The other scoffed as he follows. "You cut your hair short and you colored it black. What's the gist?"
"So people won't recognize me that easily." He simply replied as he opened the door of the establishment for them.
Tsuna eyed the interior design of the restaurant as they walked in. The shop is well lit with the sun's natural light, emphasizing the color of light brown ceiling, white walls and hard flooring. There are tables in designated spaces. Some have four plush-looking yellow tub chairs with equally four American styled table setting while others have lath chairs, just beside the see through window. There are hanging lights by the ceiling too, and six ceiling fans. For him, it looks homey enough, if it doesn't feel wrong in many ways.
Tawny eyes met green ones who looked equally unamused. Of course they already know the obvious problem. If it was any popular open restaurant in town, the place would've been buzzing with people. But the problem is the ushers. Not one has appeared nor welcomed them.
Hayama took the lead and strode inside. Tsuna let his grasp on the door slack until he let goes and followed his partner to the corridor that obviously went to the kitchen. When they got there, there is an old man sitting on a stool in white chef uniform, complete with the chef top hat and waist apron. He looked like someone who's very strict. Tsuna wonders if he'll fail on the very first trial with this kind of head chef?
"Good morning." Tsuna and Hayama greeted with small bows.
"Are you the trainees from Tootsuki?" The old man questioned with his gruff voice. Both nodded. "Change in your uniforms in the staff room."
Tsuna gave a small nod to the old man before following Hayama to the staff room. When he got there, he familiarized himself with the place. Well, there is a bathroom on the far side, then some lockers with names on their doors are lined up. He walked around and smiled a little when he saw his name on one of them, just next to Hayama's.
He dropped his duffel bag on the ground before opening the locker. Just as what the chef said, there is a uniform complete with the shoes. Tsuna took off his jacket and was about to remove his shirt when he paused and glanced at Hayama at the corner of his eyes. His partner had his locker door obscuring any views. Tsuna quickly removed his shirt and pulled on the long sleeved polo shirt and buttoned them up with immediate accuracy. He pulled off his pants and replaced it with the black slacks before pulling on the black vest and tied the black apron around his waist. He pulled out the shoes and moved for the bench, just in time for Hayama to check on him.
A white brow was raised at him as he slipped on the shoes. He blinked innocently at Hayama whilst standing up to move to his locker's mirror and tie the bow tie around the collar of his neck. He plated the clothes with his hands, nodded in satisfaction before looking at Hayama who was having trouble with his tie.
"May I?" He asked, gesturing to the fabric.
"Yeah. Teach me next time." Hayama permitted as the brunet, now noiret, took the end of the tie and started to do it.
"Sure." Tsuna nodded as he dropped his hands and walked past the dark-skin teen. "Come on. We need to know what's up with this restaurant."
"One Junior omelet." Tsuna said to him while readying a tray.
Hayama quickly went to work without being told by the head chef, who was still sitting on the stool. Right after he placed the plate on the counter, Tsuna already had it and put it on the tray with a glass of orange juice. He watched the brunet, now noiret, carry the tray above his five fingers and went out of the kitchen.
Frankly, he didn't expect Tsuna to ask permission from the head chef to become an usher for the day as Hayama becomes the chef. The noiret made him memorize the menu and the recipes for thirty minutes before entering the kitchen with a written order in hand. And as each passing minutes came by, he kept coming in with new orders and coming out with them cooked and ready. Everything was so smooth. Heck, even the head chef has been silent by then, observing them work.
"Order." Tsuna announced with a sadistic smile whilst coming in. He's waving a paper in the air before looking down on it. "Three Belgian waffles, a frying pan pile up, two kiddie French toasts and two country style-grits. Can you take all of that, Hayama-san?"
Hayama puffed a breath. "You're underestimating me, Tsuna."
The noiret chuckled as he took a pot from the hanging pots and pans. "Of course not. I'm just asking if you can make them in a record time."
"You should be worrying yourself." He retorted as he started to cook. "You're the one who's gonna carry all of these after I'm done."
"Are you sure about that?" Sawada hummed as he poured milk on the pot he put above the fire.
Both trainee glanced at the door that opened and two persons went in, chatting and laughing.
"Kato-san." Tsuna called out to the head chef while turning for the coffee maker. "I think you should move those muscles of yours already."
"I'll take on the Belgian waffles and the Country style grits, Hayama." The old man stated as he stood up and faced the stove just beside him, obviously agreeing with the noiret. "Get the trays ready, Sawada."
"Roger." Tsuna answered in a small voice.
Hayama concentrated on his task. At some point, Tsuna was able to rope up the two newly arrived staffs to do things for him. They were clearly surprised at how busy the kitchen had became with just the three people when they came in. And to suddenly get thrusted into a war zone without getting any breather first, it must be a shock for them.
When the breakfast rush was done, Tsuna was cleaning the dishes with a guy a little older than them. They were chatting a little. Hayama sat by the stool, doing some preparations on one of the counters for the incoming lunch hour as instructed by the head chef. He watched at the corner of his eyes as the noiret use his waist apron to dry his hands, before moving towards them with a smile.
Sometimes, he wonders how the heck the noiret doesn't get cheek aches with how much he smiles. Whenever he saw someone he knew, he'll smile. He met someone new, he'll smile. Hell, if given opportunity, Tsuna will smile at the world. Sometimes it's too bright that the white head felt attacked by the sun.
He's not saying that it's not nice to be welcomed with a smile. Only a couple of people smile at him whenever they see him (There's Jun, Yukihira and Tsuna). It's just that he wonders if Tsuna has ever removed that smile off his lips. Or has he been angry at some point or did he cry at a certain time. Or did someone tell him or ask him to stop smiling. But imagining it now, he'll regret thinking of that.
He can't imagine Tsuna frowning, scowling or just expressionless.
It's terrifying.
"Sakura-san is outside." Tsuna informed them as he took the greens and started to wash them. "Chef Kato, it's nice to meet you."
The old man, who was peeling the potatoes, gave a gruff laugh. "You made charges outside the kitchen without even introducing yourself."
"It can't be helped." Hayama watched as the noiret slapped the green lettuce on his hand, mouth quirking a little with his brows furrowing a little too. "It concerned me that no one is at front to receive the customers. Might as well take the initiative. I hope I did not overstep boundaries, Chef."
"I'd rather have you as my employee if your mind is set like that." The chef remarked.
Tawny eyed met green ones. "Thank you."
Hayama looked down at the ingredients he's working on. Tsuna basically told him to find his own problem and solve it with visible results.
That was a challenge, right?
Day four and he's not happy.
Very not happy.
With a sigh, Tsuna turned the 'open' sign of the shop to 'close' and walked back to the kitchen where everyone was gathered. He peered at Hayama, who nodded, as he let the door close behind him. The white head already found the problem in the kitchen. If Tsuna's problem was the service, Hayama's was the lack of unity.
They already talked about it the very morning they found themselves alone with the head chef. Jiro Kato is a good man. A good boss who is very lenient to his employees when he wants to. But due to his old age, he is being underestimated and disrespected. No wonder the staffs always come late and are slacking off.
The ushers and waiters: Sakura Takikawa, Benji Hiro, Lyon Niwa and Ryousaki Akaashi were all complaining about their lacking salaries. Same with Hinano Wakatoshi, Satoshi Umino and Kairo Sasae, who were chefs. And the two knew that it's Kato's act of vengeance for their laziness. In a sense, if you work nicely, you'll get the salary you deserve.
"Can we all be honest?" Tsuna asked, his tawny eyes inspects every expression. "Right now, we won't be receiving customers until I say so."
"Wha-"
He stared down at them, removing any bits of smile on his face and making his stand relax and imposing. It was something he learned from adult Reborn in the representative battles. "Even if we do open the store, we won't be able to give service since not one of you gives them what they want. For the past three days, I've observed that even if I go late, not one usher nor waiter is willing to do professional services to the customers. Not one smile is given, causing the decreasing number of customers. Have you entered a restaurant with that kind of customer service? No. Of course not. But why can't we do the same in here?"
Silence.
"As I said, let's be honest. Why do the four of you come late if you live near here?" He eyed the ushers and waiters who bowed their heads in shame. "One cook and one waiter can run a restaurant. I've seen such. If you work hard, you get your full salary. If you don't reach nor surpass the customer quota for the day, your salaries won't be filled full. You all know how hard it is to maintain the supply of electricity, water and buy ingredients. You get what I mean?"
"Yes." The four responded weakly.
After Tsuna's intuition confirmed to him that the others got his point, he nodded at Hayama who took the stage.
"As Tsuna said, One chef and one waiter can run a restaurant." Hayama started off as he crossed his arms. "Chef Kato isn't someone to be taken lightly. He's the head chef and the owner of the restaurant. He maybe old, but you have seen how he barked orders on both Tsuna and I. He is only lenient to you because you haven't shown any determination to help him nor follow his every instructions. At such, I can see that the problem in the kitchen is unity. Just because you are said to focus on your task, it doesn't mean you can't help in preparing other ingredients for the other dishes."
The three chefs fidgeted.
"We are only trainees." Hayama stated. "We won't be here long. You will need to fill up our roles again. If Tsuna leaves, what will happen to the service that had been going well for the past three days? What will happen to the kitchen if I'm not here, asking any of you to do things so the work will go efficiently?"
The brunet put his gaze on the head chef. "What can you say, Kato-san?"
"I will give you what you deserve." The old man announced. "If I see you working hard, you will also get a well deserved pay. No man will be satisfied with his reward if he knew to himself that he didn't do his best to earn it."
"Maybe you should be more stricter, Kato-san." His partner suggested. "I deduced that you were taken lightly when they discovered that you're pretty lenient. Even I could've slacked off if I don't love cooking."
"Is that so?" The head chef queried before looking at the brunet who was only listening. "What about you, Sawada? Did you think the same thing?"
Tsuna blinked before smiling sheepishly in nervousness. "Honestly, no, chef."
"No?"
He thought of Reborn and grimaced. "I've learn a long time ago that judging a person by how he looks is not good. We tend to overestimate and underestimate others because of first impressions. You may look strict and act lenient with your employees. But there's also a possibility that once you had enough of their attitudes, you will kick them out without further explanation."
"I do that a lot of time, even the latest." The chef nodded, causing the others to stare at him. "It's the reason how these guys got the jobs."
Tsuna grinned and shot a look to the seven employees who paled. "I see. Anyway, since we have pointed out our mistakes and saw what we have to change. Let's all do our best to correct them and change them for the betterment of our jobs."
"Yes!" The seven responded.
He nodded and turned back for the door. "Then let's open up the restaurant again. I'll be right back."
The day went better than expected. The usher and usherette took their jobs seriously and the service of the waiters have stepped up. There was a sense of contentment on their team whenever a customer says thank you or leave a tip as a sign of their satisfaction. The kitchen went on full throttle under the command of Chef Kato. He barked orders here and there, making all four chefs running around.
By the end of the day, Tsuna was smiling widely as he changed into his casual attire. He was peeling off his shirt when the door opened. Muttering a curse under his breath, he hurriedly gripped the both sides of his polo and glanced at Hayama who came in. As the other opened his locker, Tsuna took that opportunity to take it off and pull in his shirt.
"What the hell."
Tawny eyes widened and looked back to see Hayama staring at him with wide eyes too. He can't help cursing. "Fuck."
"Your back..."
Tsuna pursed his lips before giving a tight smile. "Don't mind them."
The air around them was tense. After a minute of staring, Hayama turned back to his locker and started to dress. Tsuna took his bag from the locker, slung it on his shoulder and grasped his phone. He contemplated of whether to pat his partner's shoulder, but he did anyways.
"See ya tomorrow, Hayama-san." He bid softly as he went out.
He just hopes Hayama doesn't think about what he saw on his back. It will become troublesome.
"Exchange." Tsuna tilted his head to the right a little to gauge on Kato who nodded. He peered at Hayama, who gazed back at him, before they returned they eyes to the man. "Why?"
"Because I haven't seen you cook other than the coffee and hot choco you made on the first day." Kato noted then eyed his partner. "And he never left the kitchen unless you call for him or he needs something from you."
He glanced at Hayama. "If Hayama-san agrees, I will do it."
"Just for the day?" Hayama queried.
"If you do it poorly, it will be. But, it will affect your performance as a whole." The head chef warned with a mischievous smile.
Silence.
The taller between the pair got pulled by the other to face back. Hayama could see the panic in Tsuna's face. "What are you worried about?"
"You can always back out." The brunet whispered to him before a thoughtful look crossed his face. "Although your cool demeanor can be a good asset for you. I mean I've seen some cafe with role playing themes. Like there are maid cafes, butler themed restaurant."
"I have some experience in this." Hayama remarked before he clammed his mouth shut when tawny eyes stared at him. "Fine. I don't. I have small people interactions."
"I do too." Tsuna confessed before smiling. "But you can make it work. All you have to do is listen to the others' instructions, receive the customers with politeness and recommend dishes if ever they couldn't pick. Just think of serving Shiomi-sensei."
Hayama knew blushing won't be visible on his dark skin, but he still did and fought against it. How the heck did Tsuna know that part of him? "Fine."
The brunet grinned and turned back to the head chef who was waiting for them. "Deal."
Kato raised amused brows at them. "Can you take on the pressure?"
Hayama watched as the grin went a little feral. "The pressure here doesn't compare to the pressures I've been in my life, Kato-san."
Hayama found himself questioning Tsuna's life as he got briefed by Niwa and Takikawa of what he should do. He can't help himself from remembering the scars he saw on the noiret's back the night before as he readied himself. They were too many to count and too painful to stare at. He knew he was a slum kid, but he didn't receive that kind of beating when he was young. And the mentioned pressure... What kind of pressure did the other got through to take the atmosphere in the kitchen lightly?
That begs him to connect it to the change of hair cut and color.
Shaking his head, he focused on the task at hand. Serving people while being polite isn't that hard. But answering their questions was. He can't hold conversations without railing up anyone or being self-centered. Although he could tolerate Jun, Yukihira and Tsuna chattering, he still can't do a two way convo. But, he did heed Tsuna's advice. Imagine them as Jun for a little bit and be polite as possible in replying. When he got to the kitchen, he didn't expect it to be less chaotic.
Everything was silent. The quiet hum of the sizzling pans, boiling pots and constant shifts of knives, ladles, spatulas and spoons were the only ones that can be heard. And also, the low crooning of a song that can be heard from the noiret who is plating a dish with fluid movements that he've only seen from Chef Kato. For a moment, Hayama contemplated whether to just stand there and watch the noiret work his impressive plating, or to step back a bit and close the door and open it again to check if the kitchen he has been in for the past days was still the one he's observing.
"Tsuna-kun, the pasta is ready." Sasae remarked quietly.
"Be there." Sawada answered as he put the dish on an empty tray and smiled at him when he got noticed. "Order up, Hayama-san."
Hayama nodded, mentally shaking his head. "Right."
As the day dragged on, he found himself hearing the others talking about Tsuna. It wasn't that hard to talk about the noiret since he was the first one to make some moves for the restaurant to get back to its feet. Who knew putting some soft music on will make the store more homey for the staffs and the guests? At some point, he agreed in all of their opinions about his partner. Sawada is a great guy. No doubt about that. But scary when needed too.
Hayama remembers how he stood stiff on his spot when Tsuna's small smile got removed from his lips and stared down at the staffs causing for any complains to be drowned. He hadn't seen anyone do that. It was just a stare, and it silenced everyone. The noiret is more of a scrawny guy who can be snapped into two. But wow. Really. If that expressionless face was any indication of how serious he was, what more if the other was angry?
"Hayama-san!" Tsuna called out for him with a cheer, before looking back to the food on the tray and made a thinking face. "I suddenly want a bell here. What do you think?"
"Like everytime you finish cooking and the order is up, you'll just ring it?" Umino asked from his spot.
"Yeah." Tsuna nodded as Hayama inspects the dish.
"That does make it sound like we're more professional of a kitchen." Wakatoshi nodded as she put a newly made dish on the counter and acted like she was ringing the bell. Her face lit up. "Oh!"
"See?" Tsuna nodded with a giddy smile before winking at him. "Order up."
He can't help snorting and knocked on the noiret's forehead. "Right."
Maybe Yukihira was right. He'll understand how great of a cook Tsuna is once they match against him. Cause honestly, no one can make his mouth water for a food if it wasn't for the noiret's cooking.