The disclaimer is never going to change. This is why I like fanfiction. Although... I did finish the first draft of my own novel. Maybe I'll do a crossover fanfiction when I get it published. That would be interesting.

Replies to my reviewers! I've read a lot of fanfictions where the authors reply to reviewers in every chapter... I'm not sure if I have the patience for that... But since this fanficiton is new, I'm pretty sure I can get away with it every few chapters.

Harukawa Ayame: I'm utterly grateful that you like this fanfiction. This is the first fanfiction posted that I'm not adopting, so I was a little worried. Thank you for being the first person ever to review!

Shiroji IA: You have no idea how happy that you love the fanfiction. I'm not sure if I could survive a Hozumi in my life, her personality traits are really based off my own... And the world would not survive with another me. Thanks for reviewing!

Enjoy this update! I'll start working on the next one really soon~

Where We First Left

"Hozumi, move!"

"Look, we have never had bloodshed like what you're going to attempt if I do move, and just think about how much I'm going to have to clean up afterwards because no one else here is really going to help me hide that kind of evidence to make sure you can still compete in the competition this weekend as my sous chef. And where exactly are you going to hide the body? Because my priorities would be having to make sure no one finds out about this!"

There was a long pause while everyone in the room turned and stared at the small blonde, Mahoko sighed, "I hate it when you make sense."

"Yes, well I'm sorry if I did not want to waste time hiding a body and cleaning up evidence instead of planning out the recipes we'll be using in the competition. Hello? We're facing high schoolers this weekend." Mahoko sighed and put the cast iron skillet that she grabbed to throw at the carrot shadow. It was like everyone around the two girls let out a sigh of relief. She looked up and glared at the red-haired devil.

"Still doesn't explain why he's here!" Mahoko shouted pointing the cleaver at the demon who was using her childhood friend as a shield between him and instant death. Hozumi put her hands on her hips, and in any other situation, Mahoko would have cooed at the adorableness before her.

If it wasn't in front of the red headed demon… and his carrot shadow. Mahoko broke her glare from the redhead to look at her blonde childhood friend, who was glaring ice shards at Mahoko. There were honestly a few things that scared Mahoko; birds, Hozumi angry, her mother finding out that she was never ever going to go to Rakuzan high, Hozumi mad, beady-eyed birds that are trying to take over the world, Hozumi feeling like she needs to take matters into her own hands…

"Of all things to put down why would put down the cast iron and not the cleaver?! Put it down, Suzuki Mahoko! Put it down right now!"

Present Times

"As for the slight misunderstanding between the Student Council and this Club-"

"SLIGHT?!"

"-And will revoke the comments about the funds of this club, as the Student Council was not within rights to assert any authority over the finances of this club-"

"DAMN STRAIGHT YOU WILL! LET ME AT HIM! LET ME AT HIM!"

"-Please accept our sincerest apologies on behalf of the student council." Hozumi was standing there next to the Culinary Arts Club president and vice president with this smile on her face that promised death by chaos. Several third years wearing the same colored apron as Hozumi were holding back Mahoko from potential committing manslaughter. The teal colored apron team, excluding Hozumi, had slowly inched around the angry, cleaver-waving sous chef.

Hozumi glanced back at her team of four and held back an amused smirk. She looked forward towards Akashi and Midorima, studying the two boys from head to toe. Hozumi noted the slight differences between their usual every day put together look to the slightly crooked tie and the uneven hems of their pants. If she could, she would be cackling like a mad witch.

Didn't think I could even make you wander from the usually calm, Akashi-san, Hozumi thought to herself. There was this tune stuck in her head, Hozumi internally grinned and started to hum parts of the melody in her head. It would certainly stop the president and vice-president from making any rash actions that would all her hard work go down the drain.

The president and vice-president stiffened as Hozumi started to hum under her breath. Stutters and paled faces, Hozumi took control of the conversation, "As much as we would love to add in the Basketball First String to the rotation drawing; most of the teams are preparing for the competitions season."

"Including your own team, Sato-chan." Hozumi hid the eye twitch with closed eyes and a great smile.

"Yup. We're lucky enough to be facing high schoolers, even at a great disadvantage of having just the minimum amount of contestants on our team."

"The minimum?" Midorima asked. Hozumi nodded her head and gestured to her teal apron.

"We only have five members of our brigade de cuisine, normal teams have six to eight members." Green and red eyes look beyond Hozumi to the struggling five members behind her. Hozumi calm with her devil's smile was almost daring Akashi to say or do anything. She had about five more plans up her sleeves and, only God knows what she could do to improvise with what is thrown at her.

"WHERE THE HELL WAS YOUR HAND BEFORE YOU COVERED MY MOUTH YOU DAMN TEMEE!"

Green eyes looked at Hozumi in disbelief, Midorima did not want to know how she controls her team during competitions if another team were to insult them. His eyes were back on the smiling face of the blonde blue eyed girl; it was like looking at Kise whenever he was smiling at his fans. Like flowers surrounding the young girl. Midorima turned his head to try and hide the red cheeks as Hozumi focus was directed at him. He understood why the girl had so many followers. It was as if her entire focus was solely on your person.

"Maa maa, calm down Suzuki-chan. Akashi-san already apologized for the misunderstanding. Let's not get anyone worked up again."

It was unnerving. Having those sky blue eyes focused on him with an intensity that was on par with Akashi. Hozumi tilted her head and nodded at him. He wondered, what did she find?

"LIKE HELL ITS FINE!"

"Since that misunderstanding has cleared up, I believe everyone should return to their own clubs. Everyone is so busy today, perhaps something of a more familiar setting will settle the chaos, don't you think Akashi-san?" Hozumi wanted him to say otherwise. Just for a moment, let her chaos reign longer and evolve. Try me, her eyes sent him a challenge.

"Of course, Sato-san."

"Ah, Zumicchin~"

"Murasakibara-san," Hozumi stated as she was waiting outside of the basketball first string gym after club activities. She was holding a medium sized white box in her hands, a rolled up black tote bag stood out against the navy colored school issued bag. Her hair was no longer in the high ponytail like she had during the Culinary Art Class or during the Club but in low twin pigtails. "I remembered that this morning I didn't make enough chocolate bomboloni to let you sample one. And, since the misunderstand that hurt my feelings between Akashi-san and the Culinary Arts Club has cleared up. I thought a batch of chocolate bomboloni would make great as an apology gift."

"I can have?"

"You can have all of them, Murasakibara-san."

"Really?"

"Absolutely, as long as I'm forgiven for my temper this morning." A large hand came and sat on her head.

"A-AH! SATOCCHI! N~O!" A blonde tornado rushed and pulled me away from Murasakibara's outstretched hand. The problem with this?

Hozumi was still holding a box of chocolate bomboloni she had just promised to give to Murasakibara before Kise rushed in and pulled the girl away. Purple eyes narrowed in anger, Hozumi turned her eyes to focus on the taller blonde. "Kise-san?"

"Murasakibaracchi you can't crush Satocchi," Hozumi blinked. The serious look on Kise's face that did not suit him at and the slow boil anger that Murasakibara was starting to display, while cute was very deadly. "You're not allowed to crush Satocchi."

"Kisechin. My bomboloni."

"… Huh?" Hozumi giggled at the confusion.

"He means that he wasn't going to crush me. Murasakibara-san gave up trying to 'crush' me as you say after he found out that I have a hand at pastries, Kise-san. I felt bad that I did not make enough bomboloni this morning to give some to Murasakibara-san, so I made him his own batch," Murasakibara was nodding his head, eyes trained on the white box in Hozumi's arms. His hands were twitching to just snatch away the delicious chocolate sugar coated sweet. The only reason why he did not do so, as he would if anyone else was holding the box, was because Zumicchin said if I ever snatched a treat away from her that she did not give me, she would never make any more treats for me. And that is bad.

"Kisechin. My bomboloni." She did not say I could not snatch her though, and with that Murasakibara made up his mind. His arms reached forward and snatched away the little blonde haired blue eyed third year and started to walk away. It was more effort and work on his end as all he wanted to do was eat the chocolate bomboloni, but it was better than just snatching away the box and making Sato Hozumi mad at him.

And honestly?

Hozumi was scary when she was mad, so he was going to be a good boy and get treats.