At Your Service!
Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing. Here is the second chapter. It is longer and it gets into the story, right? I'm adding on that there may be suspicious scenes but this is NON yaoi thanks! I hope you will enjoy and I hope you might give me a comment. I think I might put the next chapter up if you guys support me and put a review! Thanks for reading anyways!
(II) CHOOSING OF THE CHEF
The five pilots trailed along, one after each other through a simple hallway which led up to another door. Heero opened it, walked in and Trowa followed. Wufei stormed in rather then anything, slamming the wooden door shut behind his back, making Duo walk straight into it.
"Oi! Watch it Fei!" Duo yelled, rubbing his flat nose. "Now I have a red mark under my eye, hmph! Scarring my perfect face."
"Duo, I think you are just the one who scarred Wufei for life. See he's even redder then your bruise there," Quatre said, watching from a slight distance.
The door was quickly banged open and Wufei's figure was seen, as red as a beetroot. "Do not call me Fei! I sound like a MINDLESS FEMALE!"
"Now what was that?" a voice from inside the door rung out. "Chang WuFEI now?"
"Oh it's!" Duo sung joyfully.
"C-Catherine," Quatre said, a little more scared then Duo.
"What? Catherine?!" Wufei muttered, half yelled not taking in the situation carefully.
"Now stop mucking about and come in, my boy-," Catherine's hand was seen and she grabbed Wufei's small 'ping' of a ponytail behind his head and pulled him inside. "Come on Duo, Quatre. Welcome."
***
After a small act of uncomfortable silence with Duo and Quatre behind the door, they decided to make for it and go through the unknown entrance.
"Ready?" Quatre asked, timidly.
"Somehow I'm feeling really wrong. Something's in there," Duo said. The two had suddenly become extremely afraid of this 'door' for some odd reason.
"Okay," Quatre said. "One."
"Two,"
"Three!" Both the boys yelled at the same time and crashed into the room, falling on the floor and the wooden door gave a pathetic bang and there was a 3 second silence as people in the room watched in confusion.
"And," Catherine began slowly. "What are you two doing?"
The two boys looked at each other, on the floor, worst over worst on top of each other.
"Um," Quatre shook his head desperately. "No, it's not-."
"Look we weren't! The door! The damned door shut and!" Duo said, sweating.
"And!?" the whole room chorused out. "What did the door do to you???"
"ER!"
"Duo, can you get off me?"
"Yeah.sorry,"
"That's...okay."
Quatre and Duo, may I add after some trouble was off the floor. Both very embarrassed over their 'mistake'. Looking around the room, they found as they had expected the other three gundam pilots, Heero, Trowa and Wufei all seated along a wall. Then leaning against the back wall was Catherine, twiddling her thumbs and looking down, muttering something like 'just sit down' or 'what the hell were' or 'now we're gonno have the fun part.' It was a simple square room with a suspicious looking door over in the corner, on the other side of the room. It had 'the door' feeling atmosphere misting around it.
As the two thought common sense, they both sat down, pulling their chairs a tinge away from the others.
"Now, all of you," Catherine started talking. "You have all been told about the plan? I take that glare from you Heero as a yes. This building here is called 'The Torture Chamber', understood?"
"Not understood,"
"WuFEI my dear? What kind of a problem do you have? Do you want a sword fight with me? But with knives instead of that Katana? If you ask Trowy there, he'll recommend a 'no' for your answer. Anyway continuing my explanation please listen WuFEI."
"Kono Onna," Wufei muttered.
"Thank you, this is 'The chamber' so this is the place you are trained."
"T-trained?" a small voice, hardly audible reached Catherine's ear.
"Quatre don't worry, it won't be hard on you," Catherine smiled sweetly and shined her eyes at the boy. "Now if you will come along, we can get started. Leave your baggage here and we'll come get them later okay? OKAY."
Shivers were rushing down the pilots' spines, all except for Trowa who was too used to this talk and Heero who couldn't care less. They walked toward the door quite in the same fashion as before. Heero first, Trowa next and Wufei after that. Quatre and Duo decided that they were the only ones who had emotion and understood each other so they sort of huddled along behind the others.
"Now, in you go and welcome to The Chamber of Torture."
***
"What the hell is this?" Duo asked once they were all in. At least they were still alive, no use if they died halfway through 'the door'.
Scanning the room there were about 5 small kitchenettes, some stools placed randomly around the room and some benches and cupboards. The most eye catching object in the room was another door in the corner, also owning the 'the door' mist plastered to it.
"Here is the room of 'The Choosing of da CHEF' woohoo!" Catherine announced. An icy coldness filled the room.
"The chef?' Duo asked.
"Yes, you will have a set course to make and we will judge whose is the beest. Who-evers that will be is the chef. Easy? Yeah. Soon enough someone should come and help you with this okay? Bye bye-,' at that she floated through 'the door' and disappeared.
"Oh great," Wufei muttered.
From the other side of the door came a muffled lulling of 'And you be good WuFEI' she must really take offence or is it just for self amusement.
The five boys each took up their place, choosing one of the five kitchenettes.
"I want this one!" Duo skipped over to the centre kitchenette after giving a slight glance over the room.
"What do you mean? 'I want this one'? No difference," Wufei complained, thinning his eyes as he stared at the identical squares.
"Then I'll take this one," Quatre walked over to Duo's right. "Or does anybody else want here?"
"I see no advantages or disadvantages in which kitchenette one chooses," Heero said. "I will take your left Duo."
"Alright! Come along!"
Trowa simply decided he'll claim the one on the other side of Quatre's his and went and sat on a stool in the corner of his little kitchen.
"Fine, I'm left with there," Wufei mumbled, crossing the room to where the spare kitchenette stood. Wait a sec! This is closest to 'The door'! Darn
"Look guys! There are knives in the third draw next to the sink!"
"Shut up Duo," Heero advised. "We don't want to know unless I need the reference to kill you myself."
"Er, no thanks. I'll live.hehe."
"Wow, this pot is made in Spain, and this pan in Italy. This copper based is made in France, wow," Quatre sorted through the shelves, naming each and every interesting fact he found interesting. "Pots are better made in Italy I think."
"Ku, I couldn't care," Wufei spluttered, his arms crossed and head turned toward the wall.
The Perfect Soldier and Silencer sat on their various stools. Trapped in their own thoughts of who-knows-what.
***
Soon enough the door they had originally come from was opened and their 'judge/teacher/orderer/whats-it-for-I-don't-care arrived with a fake looking smile playing on their lips.
The whole room fell silent of Duo's ranting and Quatre's comments of excitement suddenly as the five looked up at the direction the noise came from. Their eyes fell on a figure with it's back turned, gracefully closing the door and drastically whirling round to face the group.
"I am terribly sorry I am late. Apologies are to be made," she made a slight nod of her head and swept across to the middle of the room.
"Or NOT!" Duo's shout echoed in the so far silent room and briskly making for a weapon, pulled out the nearest most dangerous looking object and flung the heavy metal board of a greater at his blonde headed victim, knocking her unconscious. "He, so many apologies Dorothy!"
"Thank you for your appearance," Heero added.
"Now what?" Wufei asked.
Quatre plonked both his elbows down on the counter in front of him and pushed his face forward, contemplating on the blur on the ground. "Should we do something about..Dorothy?"
"Nah, leave 'er," Duo said and added in a mutter. "One girl not my choice. Wouldn't recommend her either, ke. Do something about the eyebrows for one thing then the War craze!"
"Anyway, what do we do?" This time Trowa was the one to speak.
Wufei stood from his place and strode across to the door leading back to the foyer, sneered a little and grabbed the golden handle.
"What?" Duo asked, three seconds later, watching Wufei tear at the door. He was going to any condition to break down the door, even down to biting at the lock with his teeth.
"I thmphth iths a thaothany thmph."
".what?" Quatre and Duo asked.
"'I think it's a one way thing' is what Wufei was saying."
"How can you tell?" Duo whispered. "Some Perfect Soldier power stuff or somethin'? If it isn't, it's just talent.or outa space psychism. Well if we can't get out.um, I 'onno. Oh yeah, I remember now that I think of it! I found-," Duo turned round and crouched down, pulling open a small fridge door and rummaging through it for something he had found earlier. "Look!" Duo grinned as he brought out a bottle of Sherry. "Anyone for a drink?"
"Ahh-uh! Now wait right there!" Catherine suddenly rushed into the room from the door and grabbed for the bottle that Duo held..no longer.
"Hey!"
"No, no. I don't want under aged drinking going on around here!" Catherine gave a sigh and placed the bottle on a nearby bench as she found Dorothy splattered on the ground and made a disapproving sort of face and kicked her out of the way where she disappeared to who knows where. Actually, who cares where. "Hm, now. Sorry all, I did not think she would be coming. If I had known Dorothy was coming for this, I would either have warned you or changed arrangements. Since we do not want Dorothy around here I will have to do this. Any problems? I hope NOT. Well, let's get moving." Catherine stopped for a brief moment for attention. "All, please go back to your places for explanation of 'The Choosing of the Chef'."
***
"A Full French Course?!" It was Duo's voice, yelling or even shrieking around the room.
"Yes, that 'is' what I said," Catherine answered after a long explanation of the procedures of choosing the chef. To run through it quickly, what will happen is that all five pilots will cook a full 'French course' (Yes lovely) and Catherine will taste each, she has courage to do so and who ever tastes the best will have the roll of chef in the restaurant.
"Why is it always a full French course??? Always! What is it with French Courses! Phe," Duo complained.
"Duo,"
"Yeah Heero?"
"Just shut up."
"Fine, so we cook this French course thing and that's all, right?" Catherine gave a nod for an answer and all was clear.
"Now, chop, chop. Get down to work!" Cathy clicked her fingers and the contest began.
***
"If you're having any problems just ask me," Catherine was saying as she sat on a stool, watching the group suffer.
"Problem!"
"Yes, what can I do for you Wufei?"
"I don't get all this French Course things. I can cook vegetables or pork buns or noodles but what's up with this 'gourmet soup' and 'vinya something a-rathers!?'" Wufei tapped at the bench impatiently.
"Nyah, that's your problem," the older girl rung her hands a little and shook her head.
"Onna."
"Finished,"
"Ha? What?" Cathy ran over to the other side of the room to where Trowa was standing behind his counter with this arms crossed behind his back. "How can you be so quick Trowy?" a small cackle was heard from the far end as Wufei cracked at hearing Barton being called 'Trowy' again, by his sister! "What happened? This can'---t.Kuahahahaha!" Catherine suddenly burst out laughing as she found the mistake her brother had made.
"What? Cath?"
"It's, i-it's just that i-i-it's," Catherine pointed at the plate in front of her and the recipe book open next to it. "It's a 'Full French Course' you little clown not a 'French Corn Roll.' You've looked up the wrong page! It's here," Cathy flipped through the book to where the 'right' recipe was. "Now, make this kay?"
"Kay,"
"Gosh, boys around here," Catherine walked backwards and pulled herself up to sit on a counter top. After a bit of time Catherine's attention turned toward what Heero was doing.
Catherine's head went blank for a split second then she rubbed her eyes and looked again, no difference. Heero had a chopping board covered with neatly slaughtered tomatoes and he was staring at them with all his might. Catherine personally thought the either the tomatoes would explode or a hole would be made in the chopping board. Looking carefully she saw that Heero's mouth was moving, his lips quickly muttering something she could not hear. Then Duo-who had been watching out of the corner of his eye while heating some soup-leant over his counter and tapped Heero on the shoulder, nothing but a glare came from Heero then he went back to whatever he was doing.
At last her curiosity brought her up to approaching Heero. Catherine slipped into the kitchenette and walked up behind Heero then listened to his whispering for a bit.
"Now, tell me where your base is."
"Ha?" Catherine's ears were sure of what she heard but her head refused to take it in.
"Quickly, who is your boss? Why do you do this? Do you have any other-."
"Heero! Wait. Stop, stop, STOP!" Catherine cried.
Heero turned from his work and faced Catherine with a puzzled face. Something you don't see often.
"Wait, okay?"
"Yes, I am."
"What, precisely were you doing?" Catherine asked, hands on the others shoulders.
"The recipe said to 'grill the tomatoes that are sliced into fine pieces'. I sliced them as told and now in the process of grilling-,"
"Heero! Wow, wow, WOW! Slow down a moment. Precisely what do you think the recipe book means 'to grill'?" Cathy waved her finger to shut Heero up.
He just shook his head and muttering something that could be heard as 'I'm working' then he continued his so called 'working'. "Now, I give you three seconds to answer my questions."
For God's sake. As if tomatoes could answer damn questions. This is definitely not in the battle fields Heero Yuy! The girl thought as she stared at the chopping board not knowing what to tell the little disturbed Heero. To her eyes the bits of tomatoes seemed to be quivering in fear and sheer horror and to her, were edging away, or attempting to.
DEFINITION
Grill: verb To broil on a grill also to fry or toast on a griddle. To question intensely.
Griller: Known plural grillers Grills: Known plural grills
A cooking utensil of parallel bars on which food is grilled. An informal restaurant
Cathy sighed and taking a deep breath started showing Heero the common ways of Grilling tomatoes.
***
"Haaa," Cathy finished her explaining and went back to where she sat before, arms crossed. She decided she would keep a good eye out on Heero, always keeping half of her attention toward him and the other half on the other gundam pilots. To her wonder and delight there were no more entertaining (cough cough) problems until time ran by and it was the moment of presenting the various dishes.
***
"Here," Quatre placed a plate of lovely looking cookies in the middle of the main table. "I had bits and pieces left so we can all share this."
"Oh Quatre you're a wonder!" Cathy nodded an appreciation and asked if she could have the honor of picking first. No one objected and she reached out a hand and took one of the almond biscuits and bit into it and almost had tears in her eyes. All she did was nothing but stuff the rest of it into her mouth and grabbed more. "Aren't crunch crunch any of munch you havi gulp ng any? Mm!"
"I-I'm glad you like it." Quatre said.
"Then, if it's THAT good I'll try one out shall I?" Duo took one of the bigger looking cookies and popped it into his mouth and this time he really cried.
".I'll have one then, Quatre,"
"Go ahead Heero."
Trowa took one too. The two didn't show much emotion as the other two did though. Trowa gave a 'It's good Quatre' and a smile and asked for another and Heero had no comment what so ever. It wasn't expected either, more like if he had said anything that would be more abnormal.
"Wumuffle muffle-ei! Aren't MM! You gonna have any?!" Duo asked, shoving his face full of the biscuits. "Why don't ya sell these Kat? You'll make a fortune!"
"Hm, sweat things are for the weak," Wufei turned his head in disapproval.
"Mieh, whatever Wu-man. Unfriendliness is for the we-ak!" Duo sung out. "Daro? Quatre?"
"."
After their 'appetiser' Cathy at last got to the eating of all their dishes. Some of the results were not asked for and were unpleasant. Therefore is not explained in detail. Now came the judging.
"Okay everyone!" Cathy yelled.
"Show time!' Duo contributed.
"Err, yeah.whatever Duo," Catherine glanced at the applauding Duo and looked back at all of them. "Here comes the judging and I'm going to go straight to the point, not like those 'fifth is-and fourth is-procedures. Here it goes! Quatre Winner, you get first place!"
Duo wooped. "Not like it wasn't expected or nothin'!"
"Now, Duo, you pass!"
"Aw yeah!"
"Well done Duo!" Quatre said, beaming.
"AND! The rest of you suck! Go learn some cookin' there!"
"Aa-haa!" Duo teased. "Nyaa-haaa! Dopdi-loopdi-daadaa!"
"So, it ends as the chef being Quatre!" Cathy announced. "Now, congratulations Quatre. Next we go on!"
The whole room became silent of all the excitement.
"The next room?" Heero asked.
"That means," Trowa glanced over at 'the door'.
"Indignant,"
"D-Duo-,"
"Oh, shit. Not the damn door thing again!"
"Yes, now come along!" Catherine led them to the door where suddenly the space around all of them chilled. "Come on in."
****** Author: How was that? Alright I'm hopin'! Well hee hee, I'm only putting up the next chapter if I get-Good feedback! Any comments AT all, good, bad, flames or not I don't care! Even if you don't review thanks lots for reading!
Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing. Here is the second chapter. It is longer and it gets into the story, right? I'm adding on that there may be suspicious scenes but this is NON yaoi thanks! I hope you will enjoy and I hope you might give me a comment. I think I might put the next chapter up if you guys support me and put a review! Thanks for reading anyways!
(II) CHOOSING OF THE CHEF
The five pilots trailed along, one after each other through a simple hallway which led up to another door. Heero opened it, walked in and Trowa followed. Wufei stormed in rather then anything, slamming the wooden door shut behind his back, making Duo walk straight into it.
"Oi! Watch it Fei!" Duo yelled, rubbing his flat nose. "Now I have a red mark under my eye, hmph! Scarring my perfect face."
"Duo, I think you are just the one who scarred Wufei for life. See he's even redder then your bruise there," Quatre said, watching from a slight distance.
The door was quickly banged open and Wufei's figure was seen, as red as a beetroot. "Do not call me Fei! I sound like a MINDLESS FEMALE!"
"Now what was that?" a voice from inside the door rung out. "Chang WuFEI now?"
"Oh it's!" Duo sung joyfully.
"C-Catherine," Quatre said, a little more scared then Duo.
"What? Catherine?!" Wufei muttered, half yelled not taking in the situation carefully.
"Now stop mucking about and come in, my boy-," Catherine's hand was seen and she grabbed Wufei's small 'ping' of a ponytail behind his head and pulled him inside. "Come on Duo, Quatre. Welcome."
***
After a small act of uncomfortable silence with Duo and Quatre behind the door, they decided to make for it and go through the unknown entrance.
"Ready?" Quatre asked, timidly.
"Somehow I'm feeling really wrong. Something's in there," Duo said. The two had suddenly become extremely afraid of this 'door' for some odd reason.
"Okay," Quatre said. "One."
"Two,"
"Three!" Both the boys yelled at the same time and crashed into the room, falling on the floor and the wooden door gave a pathetic bang and there was a 3 second silence as people in the room watched in confusion.
"And," Catherine began slowly. "What are you two doing?"
The two boys looked at each other, on the floor, worst over worst on top of each other.
"Um," Quatre shook his head desperately. "No, it's not-."
"Look we weren't! The door! The damned door shut and!" Duo said, sweating.
"And!?" the whole room chorused out. "What did the door do to you???"
"ER!"
"Duo, can you get off me?"
"Yeah.sorry,"
"That's...okay."
Quatre and Duo, may I add after some trouble was off the floor. Both very embarrassed over their 'mistake'. Looking around the room, they found as they had expected the other three gundam pilots, Heero, Trowa and Wufei all seated along a wall. Then leaning against the back wall was Catherine, twiddling her thumbs and looking down, muttering something like 'just sit down' or 'what the hell were' or 'now we're gonno have the fun part.' It was a simple square room with a suspicious looking door over in the corner, on the other side of the room. It had 'the door' feeling atmosphere misting around it.
As the two thought common sense, they both sat down, pulling their chairs a tinge away from the others.
"Now, all of you," Catherine started talking. "You have all been told about the plan? I take that glare from you Heero as a yes. This building here is called 'The Torture Chamber', understood?"
"Not understood,"
"WuFEI my dear? What kind of a problem do you have? Do you want a sword fight with me? But with knives instead of that Katana? If you ask Trowy there, he'll recommend a 'no' for your answer. Anyway continuing my explanation please listen WuFEI."
"Kono Onna," Wufei muttered.
"Thank you, this is 'The chamber' so this is the place you are trained."
"T-trained?" a small voice, hardly audible reached Catherine's ear.
"Quatre don't worry, it won't be hard on you," Catherine smiled sweetly and shined her eyes at the boy. "Now if you will come along, we can get started. Leave your baggage here and we'll come get them later okay? OKAY."
Shivers were rushing down the pilots' spines, all except for Trowa who was too used to this talk and Heero who couldn't care less. They walked toward the door quite in the same fashion as before. Heero first, Trowa next and Wufei after that. Quatre and Duo decided that they were the only ones who had emotion and understood each other so they sort of huddled along behind the others.
"Now, in you go and welcome to The Chamber of Torture."
***
"What the hell is this?" Duo asked once they were all in. At least they were still alive, no use if they died halfway through 'the door'.
Scanning the room there were about 5 small kitchenettes, some stools placed randomly around the room and some benches and cupboards. The most eye catching object in the room was another door in the corner, also owning the 'the door' mist plastered to it.
"Here is the room of 'The Choosing of da CHEF' woohoo!" Catherine announced. An icy coldness filled the room.
"The chef?' Duo asked.
"Yes, you will have a set course to make and we will judge whose is the beest. Who-evers that will be is the chef. Easy? Yeah. Soon enough someone should come and help you with this okay? Bye bye-,' at that she floated through 'the door' and disappeared.
"Oh great," Wufei muttered.
From the other side of the door came a muffled lulling of 'And you be good WuFEI' she must really take offence or is it just for self amusement.
The five boys each took up their place, choosing one of the five kitchenettes.
"I want this one!" Duo skipped over to the centre kitchenette after giving a slight glance over the room.
"What do you mean? 'I want this one'? No difference," Wufei complained, thinning his eyes as he stared at the identical squares.
"Then I'll take this one," Quatre walked over to Duo's right. "Or does anybody else want here?"
"I see no advantages or disadvantages in which kitchenette one chooses," Heero said. "I will take your left Duo."
"Alright! Come along!"
Trowa simply decided he'll claim the one on the other side of Quatre's his and went and sat on a stool in the corner of his little kitchen.
"Fine, I'm left with there," Wufei mumbled, crossing the room to where the spare kitchenette stood. Wait a sec! This is closest to 'The door'! Darn
"Look guys! There are knives in the third draw next to the sink!"
"Shut up Duo," Heero advised. "We don't want to know unless I need the reference to kill you myself."
"Er, no thanks. I'll live.hehe."
"Wow, this pot is made in Spain, and this pan in Italy. This copper based is made in France, wow," Quatre sorted through the shelves, naming each and every interesting fact he found interesting. "Pots are better made in Italy I think."
"Ku, I couldn't care," Wufei spluttered, his arms crossed and head turned toward the wall.
The Perfect Soldier and Silencer sat on their various stools. Trapped in their own thoughts of who-knows-what.
***
Soon enough the door they had originally come from was opened and their 'judge/teacher/orderer/whats-it-for-I-don't-care arrived with a fake looking smile playing on their lips.
The whole room fell silent of Duo's ranting and Quatre's comments of excitement suddenly as the five looked up at the direction the noise came from. Their eyes fell on a figure with it's back turned, gracefully closing the door and drastically whirling round to face the group.
"I am terribly sorry I am late. Apologies are to be made," she made a slight nod of her head and swept across to the middle of the room.
"Or NOT!" Duo's shout echoed in the so far silent room and briskly making for a weapon, pulled out the nearest most dangerous looking object and flung the heavy metal board of a greater at his blonde headed victim, knocking her unconscious. "He, so many apologies Dorothy!"
"Thank you for your appearance," Heero added.
"Now what?" Wufei asked.
Quatre plonked both his elbows down on the counter in front of him and pushed his face forward, contemplating on the blur on the ground. "Should we do something about..Dorothy?"
"Nah, leave 'er," Duo said and added in a mutter. "One girl not my choice. Wouldn't recommend her either, ke. Do something about the eyebrows for one thing then the War craze!"
"Anyway, what do we do?" This time Trowa was the one to speak.
Wufei stood from his place and strode across to the door leading back to the foyer, sneered a little and grabbed the golden handle.
"What?" Duo asked, three seconds later, watching Wufei tear at the door. He was going to any condition to break down the door, even down to biting at the lock with his teeth.
"I thmphth iths a thaothany thmph."
".what?" Quatre and Duo asked.
"'I think it's a one way thing' is what Wufei was saying."
"How can you tell?" Duo whispered. "Some Perfect Soldier power stuff or somethin'? If it isn't, it's just talent.or outa space psychism. Well if we can't get out.um, I 'onno. Oh yeah, I remember now that I think of it! I found-," Duo turned round and crouched down, pulling open a small fridge door and rummaging through it for something he had found earlier. "Look!" Duo grinned as he brought out a bottle of Sherry. "Anyone for a drink?"
"Ahh-uh! Now wait right there!" Catherine suddenly rushed into the room from the door and grabbed for the bottle that Duo held..no longer.
"Hey!"
"No, no. I don't want under aged drinking going on around here!" Catherine gave a sigh and placed the bottle on a nearby bench as she found Dorothy splattered on the ground and made a disapproving sort of face and kicked her out of the way where she disappeared to who knows where. Actually, who cares where. "Hm, now. Sorry all, I did not think she would be coming. If I had known Dorothy was coming for this, I would either have warned you or changed arrangements. Since we do not want Dorothy around here I will have to do this. Any problems? I hope NOT. Well, let's get moving." Catherine stopped for a brief moment for attention. "All, please go back to your places for explanation of 'The Choosing of the Chef'."
***
"A Full French Course?!" It was Duo's voice, yelling or even shrieking around the room.
"Yes, that 'is' what I said," Catherine answered after a long explanation of the procedures of choosing the chef. To run through it quickly, what will happen is that all five pilots will cook a full 'French course' (Yes lovely) and Catherine will taste each, she has courage to do so and who ever tastes the best will have the roll of chef in the restaurant.
"Why is it always a full French course??? Always! What is it with French Courses! Phe," Duo complained.
"Duo,"
"Yeah Heero?"
"Just shut up."
"Fine, so we cook this French course thing and that's all, right?" Catherine gave a nod for an answer and all was clear.
"Now, chop, chop. Get down to work!" Cathy clicked her fingers and the contest began.
***
"If you're having any problems just ask me," Catherine was saying as she sat on a stool, watching the group suffer.
"Problem!"
"Yes, what can I do for you Wufei?"
"I don't get all this French Course things. I can cook vegetables or pork buns or noodles but what's up with this 'gourmet soup' and 'vinya something a-rathers!?'" Wufei tapped at the bench impatiently.
"Nyah, that's your problem," the older girl rung her hands a little and shook her head.
"Onna."
"Finished,"
"Ha? What?" Cathy ran over to the other side of the room to where Trowa was standing behind his counter with this arms crossed behind his back. "How can you be so quick Trowy?" a small cackle was heard from the far end as Wufei cracked at hearing Barton being called 'Trowy' again, by his sister! "What happened? This can'---t.Kuahahahaha!" Catherine suddenly burst out laughing as she found the mistake her brother had made.
"What? Cath?"
"It's, i-it's just that i-i-it's," Catherine pointed at the plate in front of her and the recipe book open next to it. "It's a 'Full French Course' you little clown not a 'French Corn Roll.' You've looked up the wrong page! It's here," Cathy flipped through the book to where the 'right' recipe was. "Now, make this kay?"
"Kay,"
"Gosh, boys around here," Catherine walked backwards and pulled herself up to sit on a counter top. After a bit of time Catherine's attention turned toward what Heero was doing.
Catherine's head went blank for a split second then she rubbed her eyes and looked again, no difference. Heero had a chopping board covered with neatly slaughtered tomatoes and he was staring at them with all his might. Catherine personally thought the either the tomatoes would explode or a hole would be made in the chopping board. Looking carefully she saw that Heero's mouth was moving, his lips quickly muttering something she could not hear. Then Duo-who had been watching out of the corner of his eye while heating some soup-leant over his counter and tapped Heero on the shoulder, nothing but a glare came from Heero then he went back to whatever he was doing.
At last her curiosity brought her up to approaching Heero. Catherine slipped into the kitchenette and walked up behind Heero then listened to his whispering for a bit.
"Now, tell me where your base is."
"Ha?" Catherine's ears were sure of what she heard but her head refused to take it in.
"Quickly, who is your boss? Why do you do this? Do you have any other-."
"Heero! Wait. Stop, stop, STOP!" Catherine cried.
Heero turned from his work and faced Catherine with a puzzled face. Something you don't see often.
"Wait, okay?"
"Yes, I am."
"What, precisely were you doing?" Catherine asked, hands on the others shoulders.
"The recipe said to 'grill the tomatoes that are sliced into fine pieces'. I sliced them as told and now in the process of grilling-,"
"Heero! Wow, wow, WOW! Slow down a moment. Precisely what do you think the recipe book means 'to grill'?" Cathy waved her finger to shut Heero up.
He just shook his head and muttering something that could be heard as 'I'm working' then he continued his so called 'working'. "Now, I give you three seconds to answer my questions."
For God's sake. As if tomatoes could answer damn questions. This is definitely not in the battle fields Heero Yuy! The girl thought as she stared at the chopping board not knowing what to tell the little disturbed Heero. To her eyes the bits of tomatoes seemed to be quivering in fear and sheer horror and to her, were edging away, or attempting to.
DEFINITION
Grill: verb To broil on a grill also to fry or toast on a griddle. To question intensely.
Griller: Known plural grillers Grills: Known plural grills
A cooking utensil of parallel bars on which food is grilled. An informal restaurant
Cathy sighed and taking a deep breath started showing Heero the common ways of Grilling tomatoes.
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"Haaa," Cathy finished her explaining and went back to where she sat before, arms crossed. She decided she would keep a good eye out on Heero, always keeping half of her attention toward him and the other half on the other gundam pilots. To her wonder and delight there were no more entertaining (cough cough) problems until time ran by and it was the moment of presenting the various dishes.
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"Here," Quatre placed a plate of lovely looking cookies in the middle of the main table. "I had bits and pieces left so we can all share this."
"Oh Quatre you're a wonder!" Cathy nodded an appreciation and asked if she could have the honor of picking first. No one objected and she reached out a hand and took one of the almond biscuits and bit into it and almost had tears in her eyes. All she did was nothing but stuff the rest of it into her mouth and grabbed more. "Aren't crunch crunch any of munch you havi gulp ng any? Mm!"
"I-I'm glad you like it." Quatre said.
"Then, if it's THAT good I'll try one out shall I?" Duo took one of the bigger looking cookies and popped it into his mouth and this time he really cried.
".I'll have one then, Quatre,"
"Go ahead Heero."
Trowa took one too. The two didn't show much emotion as the other two did though. Trowa gave a 'It's good Quatre' and a smile and asked for another and Heero had no comment what so ever. It wasn't expected either, more like if he had said anything that would be more abnormal.
"Wumuffle muffle-ei! Aren't MM! You gonna have any?!" Duo asked, shoving his face full of the biscuits. "Why don't ya sell these Kat? You'll make a fortune!"
"Hm, sweat things are for the weak," Wufei turned his head in disapproval.
"Mieh, whatever Wu-man. Unfriendliness is for the we-ak!" Duo sung out. "Daro? Quatre?"
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After their 'appetiser' Cathy at last got to the eating of all their dishes. Some of the results were not asked for and were unpleasant. Therefore is not explained in detail. Now came the judging.
"Okay everyone!" Cathy yelled.
"Show time!' Duo contributed.
"Err, yeah.whatever Duo," Catherine glanced at the applauding Duo and looked back at all of them. "Here comes the judging and I'm going to go straight to the point, not like those 'fifth is-and fourth is-procedures. Here it goes! Quatre Winner, you get first place!"
Duo wooped. "Not like it wasn't expected or nothin'!"
"Now, Duo, you pass!"
"Aw yeah!"
"Well done Duo!" Quatre said, beaming.
"AND! The rest of you suck! Go learn some cookin' there!"
"Aa-haa!" Duo teased. "Nyaa-haaa! Dopdi-loopdi-daadaa!"
"So, it ends as the chef being Quatre!" Cathy announced. "Now, congratulations Quatre. Next we go on!"
The whole room became silent of all the excitement.
"The next room?" Heero asked.
"That means," Trowa glanced over at 'the door'.
"Indignant,"
"D-Duo-,"
"Oh, shit. Not the damn door thing again!"
"Yes, now come along!" Catherine led them to the door where suddenly the space around all of them chilled. "Come on in."
****** Author: How was that? Alright I'm hopin'! Well hee hee, I'm only putting up the next chapter if I get-Good feedback! Any comments AT all, good, bad, flames or not I don't care! Even if you don't review thanks lots for reading!