At the Diner
A/N: I know what you're thinking which is, "Sebastian and...Tanaka?! This started out as a bit of satire, but these little stories I wrote for friends didn't turn out half bad. Although there are two chapter here, but are separate ficlets. I may add more later. These were written as a joke, but still I post them here for other's enjoyment.
Sebastian looked around the restaurant, if one should deem to call such a place a restaurant, with wary eyes as fowl smells assaulted his nose. There were others eating in a slovenly manner as they managed to shove down what the demon only assumed was edible. He really hated to be in such an establishment, for he feared touching any of the surfaces were surely stain his clothes, but he had no desire to be rude to the elderly gentleman who had brought him here so graciously. When he returned home, however, he would definitely have a talk with his young master to see about getting Tanaka's wages increased if this was all that he could afford.
A petite waitress with far too much makeup smeared on what was possibly a fair face walked over to them. "Have you decided on what you'd like to order."
Tanaka was consulting his menu one last time as Sebastian's stomach lurched a little at the thought of anyone, much less this kind and wise old man, eating the slop that was being prepared in the tiny square kitchen. "Excuse me," he said politely to the waitress, as he stood and headed towards the back. No doubt, everyone else must have thought that he was heading towards the restroom, but he made his way into the kitchen without a moment's hesitation.
"Hey! You can't come in here!" shouted a burly, bald man.
Sebastian ignored him as he examined the pitiful ingredients on display, but he quickly decided on how to best correct this situation. He worked with a speed that caused his actions to be little more than a blur as he took the sparse offerings of the kitchen to create a culinary delight that was sure to please even the pickiest of palates. Feeling rather confident and pleased with his efforts, he walked out of the kitchen and placed his creation on the table before Tanaka.
Everyone else stared at the dish with awe and Sebastian could hear their stomachs rumbling, but something was wrong. Tanaka was staring at the dish rather sadly, and this confused Sebastian. Finally, the old man raised his head as a single, tiny tear glistened in his eye. "You always do such nice things for me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "but I wanted to do something nice for you this time."
Sebastian swallowed hard as he looked between his expertly prepared dish and the sadness on Tanaka's face. He had made a mistake.