So, this is the first chapter that Allen wrote all by himself without me intervening or anything. I just came in and did my editing. Hope you like. :D
One day, Allen, Lavi, Lenalee, and Miranda were going to have lunch in the Black Order's cafeteria. Kanda and Kroy had been sent on a mission to Japan+ for some 'bonding time'+. The cafeteria was full of activity, and a line was raped around the entire room and went out into the hall.
"What's going on?" Lenalee asked a group of supporters who were waiting in line.
"The kitchen is under staffed today," said one of them.
"I heard every one but Jerry got sick," added another. "Something about a bad fish…"
"Lenalee, what's going on?" asked Lavi.
"Oh, the kitchen is understaffed today, so it's going to be a wile…"
"Well let's find some place to sit down…" Allen interjected.
The place was packed today, and it was nearly impossible to find a seat. But the group then heard something from across the cafeteria.
"Lenalee! Come sit with us!" Komui yelled.
"We saved you all a seat," came another voice, which was completely unexpected. It wasn't just the voice that surprised the group, but also the tone the speaker used: cheerful. Allen's body began to treble involuntarily, his subconscious recognizing the voice before any one else. There, sitting next to the chief of the Science Department, was General Cross, looking happier then ever.
They slowly made there way over to the two, sitting in the only corner of the room that wasn't occupied by the line for food.
"Master Cross, what a rare honor it is to see you at the order," Allen said with a quick bow. "You're looking happy today."
"Allen my boy, I'm always happy when Jerry's cooking," the general replied with a sly smile. "He makes the beast rum cake in the world."
Every one sighed.
As they sat down, Komui began to talk. "We figured you would show up, so we ordered for you; two extra-large family combos, one for Allen and one for everyone else."
"Komui," began Miranda, "what's so special about Jerry's cooking?"
"What's so special!? Only the fact that a chef of his caliber only comes around once every 10 blue moons! And besides, Jerry hardly ever cooks."
Cross soon became bored, and, noticing a particularly stunning young Exorcist, took the opportunity to give Allen and Lavi a lesson in women, while Komui and the girls continued to discus food.
"You see, the best way to approach a woman of such caliber is…"
"…and don't even get me started about his tiramisu, it makes you want to…"
"…approach her from the side, so she can see you, but don't make it obvious, because you can't tell if she is…"
"…to die for, and his strawberry rhubarb pie can make you…"
"…feel as if you've…"
"…died and…"
"…gone to…"
"…heaven!"
"…if you can hold her right in bed, that is."
"Your order's up!" added a third voice from the kitchen. It was Jerry's.
"Oh, Allen–kun, could you go pick up our order?" asked Lenalee. "And Lavi-kun to?"
Seeing an opportunity to put to work what the General had taught them, they gladly obliged.
Minutes later Allen and Lavi returned, their arms piled high with every food imaginable, and spread it out on the table. They then got second and third arm loads to give to the group. In the end, there were over seventy five platters tacking up the better part of two tables. At the same time the line began to move quit quickly.
"Let's eat!" every one yelled and dug in.
They took one bite and stopped. There faces displayed a look of confusion. Was this the great cooking of Jerry, Master Chef of the Black Order?
They spat it out in unison.
"It tastes as if it was found dead on the side of the road and then brought home, frozen, defrosted, and over cooked by two hours," Lavi said, who had tried the Mongolian Beef.
"It isn't that bad," said Miranda while trying to choke down a piece of Mitarashi Dango.
"I've had better…" Lenalee added as she chewed a piece of brisket.
"I think it tastes great," Allen interjected in-between mouthfuls of whatever he could grab.
"What happened to my Knight in Shining Cutlery!?" Komui mourned.
"I'm disgusted," General Cross said as he hurried out the door.
The same was being repeated all across the cafeteria; First expectation, then curiosity, and finally grim realization. Something had happened.
The result: Jerry's food sucked.
The next day Jerry left to go to culinary school, and Cross came on as the Master Chef.
On another note, Allen lost all interest in Cafeteria food the same day.
+ Actually, they went to help the Black Nights defeat Brittania in Japan. +ShotShotShot+
This chapter was based off what Fiery Moonlight told us he/she would want to see. Pretty fun. I'm surprised my ANs aren't rants. Guess it's cuz I'm having issues with Pokemon.
Reviews are loved. CC is very much appreciated. Flames will be used for my Macargo named Lon to kill Venus' stupid Steelix...