Yuka Ichisada a half British-half Japanese, who is a transferee to Totsuki for the rest of her high school years. An adventurous, bold girl of 16, from a young age of 5, learned how to cook from her grandfather. Her mother and father did not disapprove of her hobby-turned-"life" and in fact , encouraged her to do the best she can at it. In a few short years she had managed to become a adventurous dare-devil of a chef, and had bested many cooks in her area. She is not known well around the world, particularly because she hasn't traveled often, to only the United Kingdom and Japan.
"WINNER YUKIHIRA SOMA!" The crowd went wild in the Shokugeki arena as his friends went up to congratulate him on his 50th shokugeki win. He grinned widely, "It wasn't much!". In a darker part of the arena, a shadow stood quietly, still, much too still to be normal. Then it walked away. " So that was Yukihira Soma's 50th win…very well, it seems very likely for me now."
Yuka glanced around as she walked around Totsuki academy's grounds. "W-e-ll this place isn't bad at all! I like it! It seems like I'll have more freedom here than in any other culinary academy I could have applied to..Now then…where's the testing site?" She was grinning as she said this, then her smile fell. " Oh shit, Yuka don't tell me you forgot where you were supposed to take the entrance test?! You did didn't you! Even though you were looking at all the details on the flight here! You brainless idiot, not again!" She smacked herself in the head, winced, then steeled herself. "It's okay..It'll be okay…just ask someone for directions right? No wait, not a good idea, they're all competitors they'll try to get rid of you…hmm..Ah!" She spun on her heels, then sprinted, (not a good idea in the first place in a place where there is a huge populace of kids just milling around…) to the place where she was dropped off.
Panting, she stood in front of the main entrance to the academy. "Jeez this place is enormous! She placed her sunglasses on top of her head, and with her rings glinting, she walked through the doors and asked the first person she saw(an adult that looked like a teacher or something!) for directions to the testing room. A strict looking blonde male, around 40, with pale blue eyes directed her to a kitchen (Ho -Ho Chapelle-sensei makes an appearance!). She strode straight through and stopped in front of the kitchen counter that had ingredients on it. She quickly surveyed her choices, should she have to make something or if she had to name a dish…and spun around quickly as footsteps sounded behind her. A tall, white-haired, tan, green-eyed teen stood behind her. He was taller than she, so she had to tilt her head slightly to make eye-contact. (If you know who he is by now good for you!) Yuka crinkled her eyebrows together, and said out loud "You don't look like a teacher…you look the same age as me…". He stares at her, looking her up and down, then he said calmly, " Vanilla and cinnamon. And no, I'm not a teacher here, I'm a second year, Hayama Akira. Nice to meet you, Yuka Ichisada." "Tch." Yuka sighed in exasperation then said " Well then Hayama Akira, it would have been a pleasure to meet you if I had met you after my test, but I'll acknowledge that you must be skilled if they have asked you to test me. What is the task you have for me?". Hayama didn't even glance at the ingredients on the table, to which Yuka's eyes narrowed, and said promptly " Please make a dish that describes you and your personality. You pass if you can make your dish appeal to me. You have 40 minutes, begin."
She nodded, and pulled a hair-tie from her wrist, and pulled her hair into a long ponytail. She closed her eyes for a split second, then grinned in an unsettling way. Then she opened her eyes once more, and laughed. It was high-pitched laughter, enough to make someone have chills up their spine. Although, Hayama wasn't fazed. (on the outside that is…hehehe). She stopped laughing very quickly and stepped behind the counter after selecting her choice of knife. A Wustof 9-inch blade, shining under the kitchen's lights. It was perfect for what she had in mind.
After she took a glance at the ingredients lying in front of her once more, she decided to make one of her very first dishes, Aioli, a dish native to Italy, adapted to her newer, finer, techniques. Aioli pasta, in fettuccine form. Dashing flour on top of the cutting board, she took a mixing bowl and added, 3 medium-sized eggs, 1 1/3 cups of all-purpose flour, 1/3 cup of semolina flour, 1/4 cup of water, and a pinch of salt. Whisking it all together, she set a pot of water to boil on the stove, as she molded the now sticky dough into a mound, and rolled it out with a wrapped rolling pin. Making it around a centimeter or so thick, she sliced it into thin but wide ribbons, and plopped them into the now boiling water. The pasta cooking, she turned to the counter again and picked out olive oil, garlic cloves, Korean red pepper flakes, parsley, and parmesan cheese. Taking 8 large garlic cloves from the pile, she diced them into tiny slivers, and scraped them into a small bowl. Adding half a teaspoon of the dried red pepper spice, to the garlic, and half a cup of chopped parsley, she poured around a 1/3 cup of the olive oil into the mixture. Crushing the contents within the bowl together, she didn't stop until the fluid was a creamy white color, and there were no lumps whatsoever. Setting the bowl aside, she turned the stove off, and poured the remaining hot water out, while the cooked spaghetti was placed into a large saute pan. Turning the fire back on, she quickly began tossing the pasta to and fro in the pan as she sprinkled the sauce into the fray. Very soon after, she noticed it was turning a light golden shade, and the smell was to perfection, she smiled a bit, then sprinkled the cheese on top. Turning the heat off once more, she took a large plate, and with a flourish shook the now finished dish onto the plate, and placed a few dried tomato and dill pieces onto the pasta as garnish. "Jouir de!" she exclaimed as she placed the pasta in front of Hayama.
He took a glance at the clock, and smirked. Her timing was pretty accurate, she had finished the task he had given her in 25 minutes. Taking a seat, he took a whiff of the concoction she had made for him. It smelled of garlic, cheese, parsley, pepper, and olives. He deemed it normal, and nothing surprising about it at all. Due to her flash performance he had been expecting a bit more from someone who wanted to transfer into the high school division. He mentally shrugged and took a bite, (Well more of like a dignified slurp…). He chewed and it melted. He frowned for a second. He took a second bite. Again it melted in his mouth, leaving the strong aftertaste of cheese, tomato, and parsley. Which all together was a typical sauce for spaghetti, but she had made a Aioli pasta dish(is a traditional Italian pasta dish, coming from Napoli, as it is a variant of the original one: Spaghetti alle vongole) , which is mainly found in Italy, and sometimes in France, the cheese, oil, and parsley were the main choices, and hints of garlic throughout. Not greasy or oily to his palate at all, in fact, it blended quite well together. He had to admit it was a delicious meal to eat this early in the morning. (It's 11:30 currently, she arrived at around 9:50). Within the swirls of garlic and olives, he saw a groove of olive trees, and he was swimming in the freshwater stream with the view clearly imagined in his mind.
Hayama took a breath, and smiled, a very tiny smile, but a smile nonetheless, and said "You pass. Congratulations Yuka Ichisada, welcome to Totsuki Culinary Academy." She grinned triumphantly and watched him stamp her application with the passed stamp. "The new year hasn't started yet, but it will start by tomorrow, so hand this to the main office, and they'll give you your things, okay?" "Gotcha, will do Hayama, now it's nice to meet you, see you around!" She waved and sprinted out the doors with her paper to the office. Hayama smiled and walked to the doors as well, typing a few texts to a few friends, and then calling Jun. "Jun, you did water our plants right? If you haven't by the time I get there, I hope you know what you're in for…" He didn't listen to her frantic reply back as he cut the connection as he walked to the
Shiomi seminar. Taking a cinnamon stick from his jar, he whirled it in his fingers, thoughts placing themselves in his head. New student huh? Wonder if she's going to be part of it?
Author's note: Hello there! Here's my first chapter for this story, I hope it was to your liking (it took me ages...) but if it wasn't my writing will
most likely improve by the second or third chapter so no worries!