DRABBLES INCLUDED:
HOME
RUN
A/N:
Warning: This chapter includes several Italian words, that are at times, spoken by an adorable, young, blonde Tuscan boy. For your convenience, here are some of the simpler terms used to avoid making you go to Google translate throughout this entire chapter.
*Babbo: An Italian variation of "Dad" that is primarily used in the region of Tuscany.
*Zio/Zia: Italian for "uncle" / "aunt."
*Amore Mio: "My love"
*panna cotta: An Italian specialty dessert that is literally "cooked cream." It can be made with various flavors and garnishes.
*Bolognese: An Italian dog breed that is meticulously long-haired, white and fluffy.
*pasticcere: A pâtissier or pastry chef.
*mimmo: Tuscan short version of "bambino," meaning "baby" and typically used as a pet name for children.
*luce dei miei occhi: "Light of my eyes"
*nuora: Italian for "daughter-in-law."
*Ma Smettila: "Stop it"
To any of my readers that hail from Italy or speakers of its language! Please feel free to critique my usage of Italian and let me know how to improve! I'd like to use more as this story progresses.
SOME SHOUT OUTS AND UPDATES WILL BE IN THE ENDING AUTHOR'S NOTE!
HOME
"Babbo, why did you decide to leave Japan?"
It was a childish question that young Takumi had asked when his age wasn't quite in the double digits and his wide eyes marveled at picture books of his father's exotic homeland.
Early on, Takumi had been taught that Italy was best in all things, but his impressionable mind couldn't help finding Japan a close second.
The misty forests and high mountains. The ethereal shrines with bright red gates and grand temples. The colorful neon streets and clothes in the cities. The legends of warriors, gods, and dragons that littered its history and the burning sun rising on its flag.
Not to mention the amazing food that his father would make them at least once a week for dinner.
It was just so...cool!
Takumi's father looked over at him as he asked this question, eyes raising from the soup he was preparing for the Sunday lunch they were holding at the house.
Most Italian families would go out to eat on late Sunday afternoons as a way to maximize on familial time during the week, but Takumi's family was always working during this ritual. His Zio Aldini would try to pick one Sunday a month to close the trattoria, just so their own family could hold a get together at their homes for close friends. This month was their turn, so Takumi had been spending the morning with his Babbo in the kitchen preparing.
The head chef of Trattoria Aldini was tall, dark-haired and peacefully quiet. Very much like the blonde boy's younger fraternal twin. He was very serious about the workings of the Aldini restaurant, and only rose his voice at moments things were amiss there.
Most of the time, he chose to express himself through his food instead of his words, and he retained the kind of focus while cooking that Takumi always tried to imitate. This stoic trait also may have helped the balance in the Aldini house, since Takumi's mother talked enough for their entire family.
"Why do you ask that, son?" his father finally responded, speaking in full Japanese.
Babbo always insisted Isami and he should know more than one language. It was probably because of the man's own struggle to speak Italian when he had first come to stay in Florence. Takumi was expected to reply back in Japanese in order to practice at home, but this was fine; since he'd been doing that since he was small. Well...smaller...
"Wasn't it hard to leave?" Takumi asked again in the respective language, propping himself up on a bar stool near the counter in order to watch his father work. "It must have been. I don't know what I would do if Isami and I had to leave home."
Of course, Isami would be with him. They were always together. They were like the mezzaluna Zio Aldini had promised to teach them to use when they were just a little bit older. Two halves of a moon...or something like that. He still didn't understand it all when Zio tried to explain it to him, he just knew it was important.
"Don't you think it's better to discover new places and things in order to become a better chef?" his father replied casually, swiftly adding more green onions to the simmering pot in front of them.
The scent of miso broth filled the air, and the boy smiled warmly at one of his favorite smells that always signaled a good time to come. The family friends had been requesting authentic Japanese food for months, so his father decided to give in.
"Well yeah," Takumi said eagerly, eyeing the way his father switched between ingredients and began preparing vegetables on the cutting board to be fried into tempura. "I want to go to all kinds of places. That's how I'll learn to make our food even better!"
Babbo was excellent at cooking for their trattoria, but Takumi was especially proud of the fact his father was also an expert in cooking things not everyone in Italy could. It made him want to become a master one day, of both Italian and Japanese food.
"It's just, you always taught me and Isami that family and home was more important than anything," Takumi continued, getting lost in more delicious smells of cooking oil and freshly chopped ingredients. "If Japan was your home and your family is there, why did you stay in Italy? Why not just come and visit all the time, but then go back?"
His father didn't answer him right away, only staring at him thoughtfully as he shifted the oil in the pan he was holding. Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the vibrant sound of melodic humming and the clanking of various items moving in the pantry room down the hall.
Takumi knew this was usually the sound of his Mamma preparing to claim her own space in the kitchen.
"Amore Mio!" Takumi's mother called frantically to his father from the pantry in Italian. "Did you forget to bring the extra bottle of limoncello back home from the restaurant? I can't find it! If I can't find it, I can't finish the sauce for my panna cotta! Then Zia Claudia is going to sigh about it every minute of every course! Then I'll finally decide to tell her she doesn't need the dessert and should have started cutting back five years ago! Then her husband will start laughing and she'll get mad and that ugly Bolognese of hers will start barking and the meal will be ruined! All because she couldn't be quiet about wanting my specific limoncello panna cotta! All because I can't find the limo-Oh! Grazie, Amore! Grazie!"
During his mother's animated monologue, Takumi's father had quietly turned down the burners and picked up a full bottle of limoncello liquor off the shelf in front of the pantry door. He then waited for his wife to come out and finally notice it resting in his hand.
A beautiful woman, with long, silky blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, stepped out of the pantry. She stopped mid-rant to begin peppering Takumi's father with light, appreciative kisses as she plucked the bottle from his hand. The Japanese man only rolled his eyes and gave a faint smirk of amusement as the Italian woman trotted over to an empty section of the counter, setting up her own ingredients.
Mamma was making one of her specialty desserts by another request of their guests. Even if the rest of the meal was themed Japanese, nothing would stop her from serving one of her favorite Italian creations, and it certainly wouldn't stop people from asking for them. She wasn't very good at making Japanese sweets yet anyway, and Babbo liked to lightly tease her the more frustrated she got when the foreign dishes she tried didn't come out exactly right.
Still, Mamma was an amazing pasticcere. She made all of the desserts they would serve in the trattoria. They were so popular in the area, that any espresso ordered without one of her pastries to accompany it, was considered blasphemy.
She was the life of their family, that Takumi had come to realize very early on. Patrons always said he took after her. Her beauty, her cerulean eyes, and her natural flare were all traits of hers the blonde boy had grown into. She brought energy into the room and put smiles on the faces of those around her, whether it was from her dramatic, charismatic conversation or the bliss of her sweets.
She was usually the only one that could break Babbo's solemn nature, causing him to make subtle jokes when she may have been acting too confident. Probably too similar to the way Isami liked to crack jokes at him when they would play with their friends...
"Your Babbo thinks he's so serious, mimmo!" Mamma would tell him whenever she pouted about his father's teasing. "But he knows better than anyone that I'm the one to keep him smiling, even with those jokes of his! A good woman will do whatever she can to make her Amore happy, no matter the cost." She would always wink and pinch his cheeks whenever she told him this, always ruffling the golden colored locks he shared with her. "We'll find you one too one day. Si, luce dei miei occhi? Only the best woman out there!"
Takumi was still too young at the time to take his mother seriously when she would tell him these things. He didn't have time for girls, he was too busy learning how to be a master chef! Girls were so weird. They would giggle and flutter their eyes, and his female classmates at school would fight whenever he would actually talk to one of them. He didn't want to be mean, but he tried his best not to bother with them. He really missed his friend, Bianca, who moved to Rome last year. She was at least normal around him and Isami.
After a moment of watching his mother hum while looking inside their massive fridge to inspect the consistency of her panna cotta creams, Takumi's father finally answered him, again in Japanese.
"I stayed in Italy, Takumi, because this is the place that truly felt like home."
"Didn't obaasan and ojiisan miss you?" Takumi asked honestly, speaking formally of the Japanese grandparents he couldn't remember meeting and rarely heard from.
"They do," Babbo told him with a slight nod, "But you realize that if I had never decided to stay, our own family wouldn't be here."
Takumi's blue eyes widened innocently in realization.
No Mamma...no Isami...no Zio Aldini or cooking in Trattoria Aldini…
None of it? Well then, that explained a lot. How could the world be any other way?
"Home isn't all about where you're born, son," Babbo added. "It's about how you feel when you're in a place, and if you find balance and happiness whenever you're there."
The solemn head chef glanced over at the golden-haired beauty just a few feet away from him, making her specialty with pride lighting up her face. Takumi saw that genuine smile spread on his father's lips, the one that only came when he looked at her.
"I realized I only found that place when I was with your okaasan," Babbo finished, "And if she wanted to stay in Italy, and wanted me to stay and to become a part of her family, part of our family, that's what I decided I was going to do."
Takumi pursed his lips in thought at how important that all sounded.
He would often catch himself thinking how weird it was that Mamma and Babbo got married in the first place. He knew they loved each other, but they were really, really different. Mamma like the fire of the hottest oven, bright and burning. Babbo like water from a cool fountain, always flowing and calm.
Maybe though, that's what Zio had meant. They were two different kinds of people, but when his parents were together, they seemed completely happy. Babbo could always soothe Mamma when she got too angry, and she would always bring joy to his father's face when the man seemed lost within himself.
Together, they helped each other. Like he and Isami. They were different, but he was always the best when he was with his twin. Two different halves...hmm, now it made sense.
Takumi then grinned as another realization came to him.
"Well then," he stated proudly. "That means I'm always going to come back to Italy too! Because I have Isami! So we'll go visit the whole world, but then we'll always come back because it feels like home when we're together cooking in the trattoria as brothers. Just like you said!"
Takumi didn't realize at the time that he couldn't speak for his twin. Especially since Isami always found a way to make fun of him when he did that. But he was the oldest, and he had just learned a very important lesson! Certainly, Isami couldn't mock him for that.
"That might be, son," Babbo had replied, a secret smile on his face that told Takumi his father still knew something he didn't. "But don't you remember what your uncle told you? It will be your job and Isami's job to share the Aldini family name. One day, Isami might find someone else besides you that he feels at home with, and he'll want to stay with them in order to make the family grow. You too. There will be a girl someday that makes you feel the same, and she might not even be in Italy. So make sure you give yourself the chance to find her."
Takumi had wanted to protest that no girl could possibly replace his brother or their Italian family, but his mother called him over to help her dress the twenty desserts they would serve later that afternoon. He left and that was that. He didn't dare keep Mamma waiting when she called.
But that sentiment of his father's would come back to him from time to time as he got older. He struggled with grasping how any place in the world could compare to the corner of paradise he had with Isami back in Florence.
Later on, however, it came to him.
It started out as a faint glimmer...when he inhaled the nostalgic scent of miso from a bento given to him by a Totsuki classmate. Given to him during one of the most unbalanced and distraught moments of his young life.
It came again, as that classmate would greet him with a smile as bright as his mother's. As she would ask him about recipes from his native country, showing the same serious interest in outside cultures that led his own father to venture to the Mediterranean.
When he tried to fight the distraction and focus on his goals, the feeling would rise whenever he had the chance to witness her enveloped in something she was equally passionate about. Whether it was a cooking challenge, a table tennis match, or even just hosting a great gathering of friends, he couldn't deny the smile that was triggered by the sight of her swaying blue braids and serious golden eyes determined to do their best.
The feeling was there as he invited her to share the Italian language of coffee with him on early mornings, and again when he would spend late nights studying with her immersed in fragrant cups of green tea.
When he would join her by the campus fountain, walk between classes, share meals with their Polar Star friends, and live life at Totsuki, he became at ease by her side just as he had been next to Isami during their entire childhood.
The understanding barrelled him over as she fell asleep beside him during a movie one night. Though the dark room was full of their distracted, whispering and equally unconscious peers, Takumi couldn't register anything except the place where her head rested delicately on his shoulder.
The first time he dared to utter her first name...and then to embrace her in his arms… and then to brush his lips against hers...there was never something so right and so harmonious in the entire world.
He had rebelled against the odds with her, and when he finally heard that all of that feeling and sentiment was truly being reciprocated on her end, he knew that this was it.
This was what his father had been talking about all this time.
"It feels like home when I'm with you, Megumi," he would confess to her adoringly, caressing her cheek and basking in her aura.
He knew they were both still so young. They were both still climbing the ranks at Totsuki. Still refining themselves as chefs and as people.
He knew better than his younger self, better than to expect that things could work out simply because all the feelings were there.
But he vowed to himself, in the name of his entire family and everything he stood for, that he would take this chance to find out.
RUN
Throughout her childhood and adolescence, Megumi would never have considered herself the type to run away from home.
Migrating away, from even the idea of a stable environment, was the antithesis of the person everyone saw her as.
The perfect bride or future wife. A great help. Gifted at giving happiness. A supportive person who sacrificed anything she could for the benefit of others.
That was how Tadokoro Megumi was described by the people around her, and for the longest time, she had been perfectly happy with that.
When she left for Totsuki middle school, though she was filled with fear, she also had a clear list of goals in her mind.
Go see the world, at least once, like her mother had said.
Go and grow, become an amazing chef.
Go and meet new friends, acquaintances and mentors.
Go and learn from everything, and then come home.
Come home, back to the Ryokan, and make it the best it could ever be. Make it a place no one would ever want to leave, because why would she even want to leave it again?
The Ryokan was home. Tōhoku was home. It housed her family and friends and was the safest, most wonderful place she would ever know in her heart.
Of course, it was, until she had finally made it into the Polar Star dorm.
Until she met her best friends and dorm mates, and her small world and family became bigger.
Until she met people like Soma and Erina, masters of cooking and enthusiasts of life who were always reaching out towards the horizon for something bigger and better.
Until she had learned techniques and tasted recipes that had every corner of the world on her tongue, and secretly had her hungering for more.
Until she met giants hailing from those outside corners, like Nakiri Alice...Kurokiba Ryo...Hayama Akira...Aldini Isami and Takumi...
Giants that took their diversified talents and backgrounds and used them to bring new global experiences to those that sat at their tables.
Until she had met someone like Takumi...
Takumi...Takumi...
A young man that took his home culture, all that he had ever known, and fused it with hers. He effortlessly transformed the face of the traditional Japanese style cooking she had mastered past anything in her wildest dreams.
Soma had always been a source of inspiration and encouragement to her. His talent was ever expanding, and his x-factor came from his ability to bridge the gap between the pedestals of those that opposed him. He inspired Megumi to try beyond her limits.
But Takumi...well Megumi wasn't sure if the young blonde had any limits to speak of.
His creativity and refined performance in the kitchen seemed as easy as breathing. Megumi knew that talent was honed from plenty of hard work, but its origins were clearly raw and unbridled.
He was amazing, from day one at the training camp she had known.
Soma was her inspiration, but Takumi garnered from her a level of admiration that was foolish to aspire to.
Still...would it hurt to try?
That was her thought as she grew at Totsuki, transforming from a cowering, blundering wallflower into a welcoming garden of good cheer for everyone to visit through her cooking. Through all of her failures as a first year and all of her efforts of honing her skills, she had slowly become someone that she thought could stand equally beside the giants.
A peak moment to this personal change came when she stood with Soma, Erina and Takumi as they had fought against Central during Nakiri Azami's reign.
"I want to save everyone!"
She had proclaimed those words, with Takumi at her side, feeling that all of her growth to that moment had led to her rebellion.
Her fellow rebels thirsting for justice for their expelled comrades led Megumi to realize that, truly, for the first time, she didn't want to stay behind.
She didn't want to stay home in a stable safe place. She didn't have that luxury, especially when everything was about to be torn away from her. She had to move! She had to actively search for the things she wanted in life. This foreign restlessness in her that had finally boiled over, showed that somehow, "home" had changed.
If Totsuki burned to the ground tomorrow, Megumi knew that she would still have a future waiting at the Ryokan. She would always have the Ryokan and Tōhoku.
But even if that was her hometown, it wasn't "home" anymore.
Home right now was Totsuki, Polar Star, it was beside all of her friends. Those were the places she felt the happiest, the most confident, the most content.
No...not content.
That's where she felt the most motivated, and Megumi dreaded ever going back to a point where she would readily accept the safest option in her life.
For three years, she grew and grew, and "home" came to mean other things.
It was the satisfaction she got when she was able to hold her own on the Elite Ten Council and mentor kohais with that familiar, fearful expression at the culinary institute.
It came with the joy she felt as she made more memories and formed deep bonds with those she had considered so far above her. Particularly Nakiri Erina, who became one of her closest female friends.
It came with the serene passing of each day she spent with Yukihira Soma. He was best friend, that she had painfully come to realize, would never understand the depth of her devotion and gratitude to him.
And unexpectedly, it came to her in the form of Aldini Takumi, the young man on the ivory pedestal she had placed outside her reach.
Somehow, at some point, he had seen her from atop his placement. He had seen her and descended down, blessing her with a confidante and support system she hadn't been prepared for. Somehow, his interest in her had gone beyond her affiliation with Yukihira Soma and extended into his fascination for the person that she was...or maybe the person she was becoming?
It was a whirlwind she hadn't readied herself for, but at some point, she had succumbed to the spell of the Aldini, just like many young women before her. She was enraptured by the way he had suddenly become her greatest motivation, taking time to teach her all he knew and pushing limits with her as they created something new together.
His words...his voice...his eyes…
His skill...his passion...his loyalty…
And eventually, the touch of his hands...the warmth of his arms...the taste of his lips, which were far sweeter than any dessert he had ever made for her...
She had slowly unraveled and fallen for every single one of them.
"It feels like home when I'm with you, Megumi," he would tell her countless times, always caressing her face with his skilled fingertips and gazing into her with those blue eyes.
Toward the end of those three years at Totsuki, she would find herself willing to give up everything to spend every moment with him. They completed each other on levels she had been blind not to notice for so long. He challenged her, he inspired her, he comforted her, he knew the importance of expanding to horizons beyond one's own small corner of the world.
Megumi felt at home with him too. She had never been so content.
Content…
There it was, the thing she had secretly dreaded and the mutating worry that kept her up at night as their final school year together progressed.
If she was so content, what was supposed to happen now?
Italy, the Aldini family and his growing prestige amongst culinary headhunters called his name. Tōhoku, the Ryokan and a list of sponsors looking to capitalize on her homespun cooking skills called hers.
They had tried enjoying each day, avoiding the inevitable confusion that was to come, though sometimes Takumi couldn't stop himself from speaking hypothetically about their future.
When he had taken her to Florence for summer break their third year, to finally meet his family, Megumi had been flooded with a warm welcome. However, there was also some internally disconcerting compliments.
"She's perfect, cuore mio!" Takumi's beautiful mother had cooed, in a goulash of Italian and simple Japanese that rivaled Nakiri Leonora's own linguistic skills. She spoke to her son while they spent a usual Mediterranean summer night eating a late dinner in the trattoria, but Megumi could understand enough to blush uncomfortably. "Such a lady! She's a perfect fit to run an Aldini household, to run the entire restaurant! To do even more, of course! She may even be better at Japanese food than your Babbo! Ha! Though I'm sure he won't hold it against his future nuora. You two will be perfect."
"Mamma! Ma Smettila! Per Favore!" Takumi had shrieked to her through his teeth, tomato red from the awkward embarrassment. All the while, his twin cackled to his own girlfriend that he'd brought home at the other end of the table.
Megumi was thrilled that Takumi's parents found favor with her, but it unsettled her that things seemed so...settled.
She received similar comments the times she would bring him to Tōhoku for the shorter school holidays, and every one had different expectations of how they would stay together. Takumi was usually considered at the forefront of those plans, with Megumi assuming a supportive role by his side with his dreams of taking Italy by storm. Several of the fisherman in her hometown had grilled Takumi like a newly caught saury, threatening that he better not hold her back from becoming a huge star, and the poor fashionable boy insisted he hadn't the thought to do so.
Yet, even in the iterations that could have them staying in Japan, maybe living in Tokyo, they were still stuck in one place all too soon.
Megumi felt trapped as the idea of the future shrunk before her, and the extra constriction between her and Takumi under the surface threatened to suffocate their relationship. He held onto her tighter each day as graduation was approaching, and Megumi feared he still didn't truly believe that he was the only one to occupy that part of her heart.
She trusted him with absolutely everything. What more did he want from her? She was trying! She was...she didn't know what more she could give him…
As Megumi once again began to feel the pressure of things potentially outside her control, an offer came that opened up the sky just a little bit more.
It was an offer to intern with the very corporation that was responsible for her transformation as a chef. She had the opportunity to serve and learn from people all over the world in the hospitality industry. She would be able to travel. She would wake up every day, still with more opportunities to grow.
It was all too perfect, and there was one specific detail that she knew would never sit well with Takumi.
And what about Takumi? What about them?
She didn't know what to do, but hadn't he said he would support her no matter what path she chose in life?
"Ti voglio bene…"
Between the whispers of "ti adoro" and "ti amo" and "sei la mia stella polare," the latter being her favorite way for him to express his devotion in Italian to her, "ti voglio bene" was the phrase she clung to the most.
Because he'd meant it, hadn't he? Through every storm in her mind, she had trusted that he had meant those words with all of his heart.
Didn't he trust her? Didn't he trust that out of all the people that loved and supported her, he was one of the most important? Even out of the ones that would never have doubted her in the first place. She had tried everything she could to show him this, day after day, as the time to ignore the issue was running out.
Finally, the week before their graduation, the slow drift away from the person everyone had portrayed her as, became a desperate sprint.
On that misty spring night, alone in the dark, Megumi ran away from the safety and the hypothetical futures and the pure, homespun images everyone painted of her. She ran so she could prove to Takumi that this new found rebellion in her heart could work for the both of them, just as long as he'd meant what he'd said to her by that fountain at midnight.
She trusted him with everything. Absolutely everything.
Memorizing the way he murmured her name over and over again, she prayed that he finally understood.
Because she had to make a choice.
For five years going on, Megumi was thrilled with life.
Her mother and the Ryokan were set with enough financial backers adhering to Megumi's wisdom to keep her family set for ages, ridding her of the uncertainty of their future. She expanded her education beyond the semantics of the kitchen. She ventured to all of the corners of the world that she thought she could only visit through her taste buds. She built a repertoire of mentors that had once been shadows, overlooking her in favor of those greater giants.
She would still visit her hometown, her friends, her alma mater...the places she had once revered as her sanctuaries. However, "home" was now a metaphysical thing to her, something she ventured for in each place where the opportunity might arise for her to be embraced by that familiar feeling.
And with every new meeting she sat in discussing projects and future investments...with every new city she touched down in, toting sophisticated luggage and clothes on her body…
with every language she picked up and every recipe she perfected to compliment them…Megumi felt herself growing as a person, just as she had wanted.
But she also felt herself migrating farther and farther away from the idealized "home" she had searched for in the first place. The one she wanted for herself, instead of just bringing it others.
It was especially on the recent mornings of waking up to eyes that were no longer blue, that Megumi truly acknowledged the nomad she'd become.
The 15-year old girl with the blue braids, nervous stutter and the adorable smile...where was she? This jet-setting lifestyle had her living more like Soma-kun instead of the girl who couldn't comprehend the concept of wanderlust. When Megumi looked in the mirror these days, she saw a softer version of someone more like Erina-chan, instead of the old "Tadokoro-san." Was her true self even still in there?
Yes...yes she was. She had just evolved, exactly like she was meant to. Megumi still relapsed and apologized unnecessarily at times, but she would never apologize for choosing the chance to mature herself.
The craving for three foreign words, however, instilled in her regrets.
No matter where she went, something was always missing, and running wasn't going to get her any closer.
Not anymore.
A/N-
I gave you guys two other thick drabbles, soooo...yay? "Home" actually wasn't a suggestion, but it was one I had an idea for when I first started the project, so I was excited to finally get it done. Thank you again to A Cinnamon Roll Writer for the "Run" prompt! Here is an update of drabbles currently in progress:
PANTHEON (Inspired by an anonymous suggestion of Greek Mythology)
SILENCE (Suggested by Fresaton)
EYES (Suggested by Madeline Axelle)
BELLA NOTTE (Inspired by Madeline Axelle) ;)
I probably do this from now on to try to keep track of my prompts and to keep you guys updated so you know I'm actually utilizing your suggestions!
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-Tasia