Oi, I'm finally done! Well, not much to say here except that this chappie took a long time(mostly cuz of char descriptions, which are incredibly boring to write) and that Chapter 1 has been redone if you haven't already read it. Anyway, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I'm only doing this once for the entire story! I do not own DBZ and Ichigo 100 percent.

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Chapter II: Cooking with Hero

It's funny, you know. How an idiot acts when he's provoked. Distressed. Irrational. Idiotic, but that's a given. It could almost be compared to the habits of a hippopotamus during mating season.

"Ma-m-Manaka! What's this guy doing here! AHH! GET AWAY FROM THAT GIRL, YOU BEAST!" The one whom had been called Amachi, was currently charging towards Hero, whom had just realized that Amachi was referring to him and Satsuki. It was too late to stop him though, so he did the only thing he could do.

He stepped aside.

Now, this had always been the smart thing to do. I mean, for as long as he could remember, which was actually less then a day's worth of memory, it was never smart to get into fights, and better to avoid them. And he did. Though, he probably should have accounted for what was behind him, because it seemed that Amachi didn't really like the painting that had been fitted around his neck to be a very appealing fashion accessory.

"Manaka…" Amachi's voice was deathly quiet. Veins seemed to be popping up all over the man. It was like he had chicken pocks, and they were all playing connect the dots with each other! "Get this man…THE HELL OUTTA MY VILLA!"

"NO!" One would have expected this to come from Manaka himself, but oddly enough, it was Misuzu who spoke.

"Huh? Misuzu-san? Why are you defending him? DID YOU SEE WHAT HE MADE ME DO?"

"SHUTUP, YOU DAMNED IDIOT! Close that oversized manhole you call a mouth for one measly second and listen to us! This man has amnesia, and he even doesn't have a place to stay. There are no inns, hotels or any other kind of residential building nearby, and even if there were, he can't support himself, he's broke! Are you the kind of heartless creature that would kick him out? JUST LIKE THAT?" Misuzu Sotomura, still confident in her ability to not only hurt, but repeatedly stab at a man's ego, stood ever vigilant in front of the red-headed idio—er… I mean 'individual'…

Amachi stood there like a useless mass of dung, with no apparent emotion, or rather, in too much shock to show any other emotion. It took the sound of the painting he wore on his neck snapping in half to wake him from his dazed state.

"I…uh…Still, you should have informed me about this! I would have made the…er… appropriate accommodations!" It was rather pointless for him to be speaking though, because whilst Amachi's small mind struggled with words too large for him to comprehend, the group had already begun moving in the direction of the kitchen.

A loud rumbling noise shook the villa as Hero held onto his stomach. "Urk!... eh..hehe, guess I'm hungry, huh?" "Note to self: Embarrassing yourself in front of your new friends is not a good way to make a first impression…"

A few quiet chuckles were exchanged before beginning the group's apparent search for food. Rummaging through the refrigerator and all the shelves and drawers in the kitchen was not as easy a task as it seemed. The villa had been built to support many, many people, as had the kitchen. Manaka silently cursed Amachi under his breathe. "Even indirectly, you just gotta make everything hard for us, don't you Amachi?..."

"Eh… I was just wondering out of curiosity, but… does anyone here know how to cook?" 3 guys, 2 girls, one of them is bound to know how to cook, right? Wrong. Awkward silences never meant a good thing. Hero sighed.

"Relax, we'll just wing it!" Sastuki's energetic attitude showed no sign of fading; it looked as though cooking would be a breeze. However, Manaka's expression said otherwise.

Pulling Hero in close, he whispered to him "Whatever you do, don't let that girl cook! I'd hate to say this, but you'll be wishing you were dead if you try out her cooking! You hear me? DEAD!"

Hero frowned "Eh, sounds bad…" sighing in frustration yet again, he looked at Satsuki with a nervous smile "Uh… Kitaooji-san, perhaps I should cook for us today. Think of it as… my repayment you for being allowed to stay her."

And then he smiled.

Such a grin was a rare thing to come by. It could light up a room in a matter of seconds, eliminate any trace of anger in a person, wipe away any doubt in one's heart, and bring about joy to all that would come across it. Such a smile is the envy of men and women alike, yet a blessing to bear witness to. It was such a grin that Hero could provide, and because of this, none would argue. Or maybe it was because they'd all get a free meal… either way, both were good enough reasons.

The tools had all been brought out and stacked upon an island table in the middle of the kitchen. Hero was also set in the middle of the room, an apron equipped of course. 'Alrighty then, here goes…' As Hero reached for the knife, he began to feel a bit… nervous. Just as his hand gripped the handle, the feeling in his hand vanished. Then his arm. Both arms! His entire body had gone numb. Dropping the knife, he fell to the ground, beginning to lose consciousness. As the world faded away… a dream seemed to come to life…

'Whoa…what the? What's this?...' A flash of images played over and over in his head! Unimaginable pain ran free through his body, parts of his body were rapidly gaining and losing activity. His body had gone berserk! And then, there came the image of…

"A woman…" this image…it was more like a video. The lady he was watching was moving her arms up and down, as if she were chopping something. She stopped suddenly, and turned around to face Hero. 'Eh? She can…see me?' She paused for a moment, then smiled in Hero's direction.

"Yes, sweetie? What's a matter?" This woman…was she talking to him? Strange… Come to think of it, she had the same black hair Hero did, and while it wasn't exactly the same in style, it certainly was the same color. Besides, this woman looked familiar… perhaps… it was his mother?

"I…Mom, can you teach me how to cook?" Another voice spoke, but it's owner could not be seen. It almost felt as if it had come from Hero himself. But it's pitch was too high for it to be Hero's. If this was a memory… then he must have been very young. So that's why…

The woman, his mother, chuckled for a moment before responding "Sure dear, I'll teach you how to cook! But you have to promise to help cook for you and your brother from now on, ok?"

"'Kay!" What an eager sounding child. Was that really how he sounded? Shock was running through Hero. Ah, but in a few moments, his body was about to give the word 'shock' a brand new meaning…

Back in the real world, those that were still conscious were tending to Hero's body. They had laid him down on the couch in the living room. His body seemed to be going berserk, he was twitching in a hundred different places at once. Yet a final shock was sent through his system before he was finally put to rest…

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Ah, but everything had its cost. And putting Hero to rest cost the sleep of all the other napping guests. Ah, but how convenient it was for him to wake up a moment after that horrendous howl had erupted from his mouth.

"Oi….Hero-san, are you alive?" Manaka, though seemingly too busy trying to tackle a headache, had taken on the task of tending to Hero.

"Huh?...oh, yeah…yeah I am. Wait a sec…" he sat up on the couch and pondered for a moment. That woman…was his mother. And… he knew how to cook? Ah, but he did! It was extremely strange, he could remember all the steps for whatever it was that he required the cooking of. Whoever his mother was, she must have been an incredible chef. And the feeling! The feeling of knowledge… it was incredible! It was like a sugar-rush/sugar-high hybrid! He couldn't believe the fee—

"Hero? Zoning out again? What's wrong with you today?" Misuzu shouldn't have been so close to him because…

"GUYS! I KNOW HOW TO COOK!" This line was said with such force and vigor that it had blown the poor girl away and toppled her upon her other 3 friends. "Uh, woops? Ehehe…" He looked around the room. Everyone had their hands over their ears, some even curled up on the floor. "I should try to not do that…"

Not even looking at him, Misuzu stood up on her feet and silently stalked away upstairs. Soon the others followed, Manaka stopping once in front of Hero to tell him to call them back, quietly, when breakfast was ready. As soon as they were all gone, Hero sighed. "So much for a good first impression…"

Striding into the kitchen, he got to work quickly. Washing his hands, getting the food out of the fridge, dicing up veggies and bread, readying eggs that would be fried, and pans to fry them in. 'Round and around he went, flying across the kitchen, dashing from tile to tile, it was the dance of a chef in his greatest moment. Pancakes we readied, waffles as well, oranges were fresh squeezed, the pulp removed for comfort's sake. Various fruits were also brought out. Onward went the waltz, until at long last, the meal that would empty the Amachi families food reserves was completed. All in all, breakfast would be a feast, a rather large feast, Hero noted. Maybe… too large. Nah, he had a feeling this was just right. He didn't know why, but 103 plates worth of food seemed like a decently sized meal. He hoped it wasn't too little, the other guests might not get some…

"Breakfast is served!" Hero yelled, but not at the top of his lungs(Thank god). As the highschoolers piled up into the room, they stood in awe at the huge feast. The food smelled wonderful, and they would soon find out that it tasted the same as well, but the ridiculously large quantity of food was what really stunned them.

A boy with hair that covered the top half of his face spoke first "Uh… is there a reason lunch and dinner were made early today?"

Manaka was the next to speak "Yeah, Hero. What's the meaning of this?"

"Um, I thought there wouldn't be enough…I mean, I just had this gut feeling we needed a lot."

"A 'lot,' I can understand. A 'ton' is a bit overboard though, don't you think?"

"Don't worry about it, we'll get through this stuff easily, you'll see." Hero noticed an increase in new faces in the room. "Oh, uhh… Hi there… I don't think we've all met."

"Ah, that's right! We haven't introduced you all to Hero!" Junpei to the rescue! sorta… Manaka stepped in between the group and Hero to try and sort out the situation "This guy here…" He pointed his thumb towards Hero "is Hero. Or he is now, anyway. He showed up last night, had amnesia, didn't know anything period, not even a name. He didn't have any cash or a place to stay either, so I let him crash here for the night. This morning, Kitaoji-san nearly fell down the side of the stairs. Hero caught her in the air before she anything could actually happen. This, and a few other things, being the reason me and Misuzu-san decided to call him Hero. As a token of gratitude for letting him stay here, Hero agreed to make breakfast for us." and at this rate, lunch and dinner too… he added as an after-thought. "Alright, now that we've got that part down, is there anything I missed? Questions, anyone?"

"Uh, yeah, I got one." A boy that looked to be about 18 stepped forward. With his huge round lips, smaller-than-average, round-shaped eye sockets, and short eyebrows, he looked more like an octopus than a man. Perhaps the only feature present on his head that made him look human, rather then an inhabitant of the sea, was his blonde spiky hair, which, Hero noticed, all pointed upward, like a flame. It nearly reminded him of someone he may have known.

"What is it Komiyama?"

"What's with the get-up?" He was referring to Hero's attire.

"Um…yeah, about that…What is with the get-up, Hero?"

"Uh-oh. Now what? Playing the Amnesia card didn't look so good right now, continuously saying that you don't remember would annoy them and cause suspicion, you're gonna have to feed them some answers, even if it means you have to make them up! Think Hero, think! Perhaps… perhaps if I act like I didn't remember what it was about, but I had a feeling I did, and then I could give them some explanation or whatever to keep them satisfied, at least until I figure out the truth. Ugh, the day just kept getting worse and worse. He swore upon his soul that he would rip the balls off the bastard that made him con his new friends and feed them these lies."

"To tell you the truth, uh… I don't really know myself, but I have been thinking about it…"

Misuzu stepped up to bat "And…?"

"From what I can tell, it looks like I'm sort of…uh… this gonna sound strange, but I think I might be some kind of modern samurai."

Silence. That obviously wasn't a good sign. "Oh, this isn't good! This definitely isn't good! There shouldn't be an eerie silence, I can't handle eerie silences! Ohcrap-ohcrap-ohcrap- ohcrap- ohcrap- ohcrap- ohcrap! What do I do? What do I do? Damn it, I'm making myself look like a fool again! Where's a can of tear gas when you need it?"

As if the situation hadn't shattered Hero's mental state enough already, Amachi decided to make a stand.

"Samurai? A modern day samurai? You're kidding us, right? How can you expect us to believe THAT? I told you Manaka! This guy has been playing us from the start! Honestly, how the hell do you back up calling yourself a samurai? Actually, that's a good idea. You got any evidence to support your claim, Hero? Oo, I got an idea! Pull a sword out of your ass, why don'cha? Just like all the other bullshit you've been dragging out of there!" Good God, who knew Amachi had the mental capacity to use words like that?

"Thanks to that stupid red-headed rich boy, I'm in more trouble than I was before… Think Hero, think! Where are you gonna get solid evidence from? He'd hate to say it, but in this current desperate situation, he wished he really COULD pull a sword out of his ass. Wait a sec… That's it! His sword! He would have to sacrifice some privacy by showing it to them, and it might also cause him to look a little dangerous… but desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Actually, about that sword…" Pulling his semi-cloak back, he revealed a sheathed sword strapped to his belt. "This is the main reason I thought I was a samurai. Not many people normally walk around carrying a katana…"

"I… uh…" Amachi's offense was ripped to pieces. There was no point in poking and prodding now, he would get nowhere.

"Haha! A modern day samurai! Oh god, this mental laughter is causing a headache. In any case, they took the bait so now, that idiot doesn't have much offense against me. I'll be in the clear for some time, so I better get started on figuring out who I am. A psychiatrist seems like a good idea…"

"Ahem," enough was enough, Misuzu decided to put an end to the Q&A and get started on breakfast "I think that's enough of that. Let's Eat!"

Ah, screw it.

And Hero was off. Like a vacuum on crack, he inhaled food rather then swallowing it. Whadd'ya know? He was right, they DID need allot of chow today.

Boy, was he stuffed!

It was his very first breakfast in as long as he could remember. The first time he cooked in as long as he could remember. Few things came close to heaven on earth and Hero had to admit, that meal was pretty damn close. If only he had made more… The others seemed very content as well. A few praises from the group confirmed his speculations.

While were on the subject of 'the group,' Hero had made sure to keep an eye on everyone, get to learn their names, and learn their personalities to a certain level. The following is what he gathered from the short time he spent with them.

First came those he already knew:

(A/N Just a little reminder: In Japan, last name comes first, and for comfort's sake, the people will be listed.)

Manaka, Junpei

Age 17

Your typical 3rd year high school student with a not-so-typical lifestyle. Surrounded by beautiful women, He's just another average guy with more than enough luck to spare. Good hearted, un-intentionally perverted, obsessed with films and filming, and a bit of hero when he needs to be, the Director of the Film Studies club was a pretty cool guy, ignoring the perverted part of course.

Sotomura, Misuzu

Age 16

With the tongue of a viper, and vast vocabulary to boot, this girl could chew off any guys head with ease. But of course, if you manage stay on her good side, she makes a good friend. An intelligent and clever girl who's also into filming, but doesn't seem to get along with Manaka, this 2nd year can certainly make anyone's life interesting with the right company.

Kitaoji, Satsuki

Age 17

The hot and aggressive girl in the crowd, Satsuki isn't afraid to do just about anything. From what he could tell, Hero assumed that she has a think for Manaka. Although she's got a big chest and seems to only have average intelligence, there's a lot more depth to Satsuki then one would think. In fact, Hero was still exploring her, trying to understand how exactly her head ticked.

Amachi (first name unknown)

Age 17

Tall, handsome, rich. Just another prince charming with a grudge against Manaka and his luck. His reason for the grudge, it seemed, was because of a girl named Toujo, Aya. A girl that he fell in love with, a girl that seems to like Manaka. Although Amachi isn't really a bad guy, he has no actual barring over the situation, assumes the worst out of everything concerning Manaka, Junpei, AND he has a horrible way of presenting himself amongst the group. Rich boy, prince charming, and ladies' man seem to be the only things he's good at. While he is smarter then most guys, and much more athletic as well, he has a horrible social life. None of the people he hangs out with are really his 'friends.' In fact, it would be safe to say that none of the people around were friends at all. Yep, whenever trying to understand Amachi's actions, it could all be traced down back to Aya.

And now, for the new people:

Toujo, Aya

Age 17

A quiet girl, whom proved herself to be very smart in the conversations they had during breakfast. With her shoulder length flowing black hair, and unfathomable beauty, she could be mistaken for an idol. She was beautiful, and seemed innocent and good hearted enough to Hero, but many little quirks and oddities revolved around this girl, which puzzled Hero. Being the object of Amachi's affections, Manaka's constantly self-denied affections, Kitaoji's rivalry, and Hiroshi Sotomura's and Rikiya Komiyama's perverting, plus some other social forces around her, it seemed that the depth of her thoughts reached even further below those of Kitaoji's. In any case, hero would keep his eye on her, believing that she would prove to be quite interesting.

Sotomura, Hiroshi

Age 17

Oh, now this guy was a total character. Hero was more then easily amused by his antics. Long, poofy, black hair that covered his eyes but left his mouth and nose untouched, and a mouth and tongue that made him look remarkably like a drooling dog, to Hero's amusement. This was especially so if you considered the fact that his mouth was just about always open and smiling in some fashion or another, his tongue hanging out of course. One would wonder if Sotomura ever worried about flies getting caught in there… all these things, combined with the fact that he was a pervert, who seemed to always pranced around with his other perverted friend, Komiyama, meant that Hero wouldn't be getting bored anytime soon. Putting the aforementioned aside, he seemed to be a decent person. Very intelligent as well, he could probably compete with Aya herself.

Komiyama, Rikiya

Age 17

Big, tall, octopus-like young man and co-pervert to Hiroshi. He was the one who had previously questioned his appearance. His blonde hair spiked upward and out, though that seemed to be the only redeeming quality of his looks, because the rest of his face was, to put it quite bluntly, ugly. It wasn't hideously ugly, however. Komiyama simply had less then average looks, but they were tolerable, and also quite comical. If not an octopus, he could be a clown. All he needed was a round red nose, and voila! And quite surprisingly, it seemed he had a girlfriend, one of two out of the few men in the room ever to have a girlfriend.

Mukai, Kozue

Age 17

A very, VERY over-imaginative, and unintentionally perverted girl. Her mannerisms at the table gave away her crush on Manaka, as well as her discomfort around men. She had black hair, untidy and flying out in all directions in a spiky manner. Currently, it was tied up in a pony tail. Hero tried his hardest not to laugh as it seemed that Hiroshi particularly enjoyed ogling at Kozue a bit more then the other girls. Apparently, she also seemed to be the newest member in the group, as she hardly spoke with anyone, even the girls.

Minamoto, Yui

Age 15

For some odd reason, this teenage girl sat next to Manaka, referring to him using his first name. Obviously they're close, but not in any intimate fashion…well, he couldn't tell really. They acted like brother and sister, but Hero was sure they definitely weren't related. In any case… Yui was rather short for her age, and she looked like a little child. Her raven hair was cut short right above her shoulders, and if it weren't for its slight poof, it may have looked a bit like a shorter version of Aya's hair.

Hashimoto, Chinami

Age 15

The cute little girl in the group, or at least that's what she tries to be. Chinami is the kind of girl that could steal the heart of any man, and squeeze the juices out of it till it's dry n' all used up. Yes, she definitely had the air of a greedy little girl, but the fact that she is Komiyama's girlfriend shows that she has some depth to her, rather then being another shallow girl. Her red hair, which was tied back into 2 pony tails, gives her a sort of radiance.

(A/N: I hope to whatever higher being exists that I never have to do one of those again…)

The breakfast had finally come to a calm, going on far longer then was expected. An hour of feasting was a sure pleasure that all the Film Studies members would remember from their trip. Even if it was filled some rather… odd noises coming from Hero and the built in vacuum-on-steroids he called a mouth. Oh yes, ignoring the constant munching and chewing and the odd ripping noise that were made when Hero bit off a part of a waffle was not an easy feat. Sometimes he didn't even bother with biting, and stuffed the whole thing down his throat. Honestly, sitting next to a guy that breathed food was not a comforting thought, let alone knowing he lived with you. Many pigs would be put to shame by this man; many, MANY pigs. What a relief it was that the burden of supporting the food sucking god lay on the shoulders of the rich Amachi.

Everyone had already vacated the dining room after their meal, some giving Hero a warm thank you as they left. Only a few people were left in the room with him, those being Toujo, Manaka, Misuzu, and Amachi.

Toujo and Misuzu had fled to a corner to engage in their notorious girl talk, something Manaka and Hero gladly shied away from, Amachi doing so a bit more forcefully, knowing that he would never be able to understand the complexities of 'girl talk,' turning around every few minutes anyway to reach out longingly at his beloved Aya. Good thing her back was to him.

And in other news…

"So, Amachi… you wanted to say something to Hero?"

"Hm? Ah, yes. Well…this is rather hard for me to say but… I misjudged you…your cooking …" he mumbled something that neither of the young men could hear, Hero barely catching something about gods and spatulas.

"What was that Amachi? I'm afraid I didn't get that last part." Hero was curious to hear what his immensely loathed companion had to say about him and his cooking.

"Your cooking… you… God with a spatula…could have been… died happy…" More incoherent mumbling on Amachi's part led to an extremely odd statement..

"… You know… I might be able to understand what my cooking and a God armed with a spatula had to do with each other if you would just speak up." Hero raised his eyebrow, sudden feeling a familiar muscle that he may have used quite often in the past.

Amachi paused before continuing, as the sort of thing he was soon to say would be extremely difficult on his part. "Your cooking has proved that as a chef, you are a god with a spatula, and if the food I were to eat could have been poisoned, I would have most assuredly died happy." Manaka grinned immensely at the last part of Amachi's compliment.

"That could be arranged…" Manaka's mischievous grin twisted into a sadistic look, a devilish gleam sparkling in his eyes.

"…Get out of my kitchen."

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Well, that was a rush! Chapter 3 is going to be up soon. Not much to say here, since I haven't really gotten any reviews… ( But that's alright, I'll just remain optimistic!...Although fueling me with reviews WILL speed up the writing process… meh. Anyway, a little bit of news in store for the next chapter, we're adding another universe to the set in this crossover fic, and some of you may end up seeing some familiar faces, not from the DBZ world though.(sorry!) Next Chapter, Avid PC Gamers might see something they like…

Anyway, till next time!