Disclaimer- I don't own anything, but the idea.

Summary:Kagome has been on her own for a long time. Living life as best as she can, but what happens when she becomes entangled in the world of the Italian cusines.

Thoughts

"Talking"

"Italian."

Italian Suprise

October 5th, Sunday (Two Weeks Later):

The small portable TV was on the counter. An italian cooking show was on. "Mettere un pizzico di sale...mescolare nella miscela lentamente."

A lazy smile was permanently planted on Kagome's face as she followed the directions of the lady, lightly pouring in the mixture while the mixer whisked it together slowly. "Hum hum, mixing it slowly and done." Kagome put down the bowl, turning off the mixture.

Grabbing the remote she paused the tv show.

Pulling out an ariake deep designer plate she set it on the counter. Placing two halves of a strawberry on the plate forming a little heart. Then two slices of key halfway on top of the strawberries giving it a double heart effect. "So cute," using a spoon she made a simple drizzle design with the white sweet sauce. Creating a little zig zag effect.

Grabbing two frozen king size Hershey's chocolate bar from the freezer. One milk chocolate the other dark chocolate. She pulled out the grater, she speckled dark chocolate flakes on top of the strawberries and kiwis. Kagome grated the rest of the chocolate bar in a small ariake green bowl. The milk chocolate bar she grated only a tenth of the bar on the strawberries and kiwis. The rest she put in bowl with dark chocolate flakes.

Her lips pursed feeling like something was missing. "Hmm, what could be missing. Powder sugar? No too sweet. Spritz of lemon? No too sour."

She turned the light from the window hit the glass of Ponyo's bowl and Kagome smiled, walking over towards the fishbowl.

"Hey Ponyo, what do you think is missing?" she asked enthusiastically.

"Blup. Blup." Bubbles rose to the surface of the water.

Sighing dejectedly, "ugh this is what you get Kagome for talking to your pet fish," chastising herself she moved back over plate.

Staring down at it intently.

"..."

Ding Dong

Kagome continued to look at the plate thoughtfully.

Akitoki-chan and the maid knew better than to bother her on Sundays. Which meant it was probably the a new mailman.

'Just slip it through the mail slot and leave.'

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Kagome cheeks puffed up, "Coming," she yelled.

Wiping her hands off on her apron, she headed towards the door.

Opening the door, seeing Akitoki-chan she smiled "Yes Aki-cahn what's u—" Kagome paused, when Aki-chan moved out of the way revealing Taka.

Kagome stared at him blankly before moving to shut the door.

"Wait," Taka yelled, shoving his foot in the door. "Come on can't we just talk as fellow classmates"

Kagome contemplated the pros and cons of letting him in, before sighing. 'Best to get this out of the way.'

Kagomme stepped back letting him inside. Watching him shrug of his jacket hanging it up like he lived there. Her brow twitched.

'Why me Kami-sama?'

"Uhh Kagome did I do something wrong?" Aki-chan whispered.

Looking at her, she shook her head. "No, don't worry he's...a fellow classmate. I'll be fine." Soothing Aki-chan's worries that she had done something wrong.

"O-okay, well gotta go. Hope you can show me your new cuisine later."

Smiling she nodded enthusiastically, "You'll be the first to see it." She said, saying a quick goodbye before closing the door. Silently adding if I ever finish it.

Turning around to see him sitting at the edge of the one step leading into the living room, only wearing socks. His shoes neatly placed in the guest cubby-hole.

'At least had common sense to take off his shoes.'

"Cuisine? You cook?"

Kagome nodded, "Yes I cook, actually today is my cooking day. I usually spend my day making a cuisine for one specific person in the apartment complex every Sunday...alone." she said emphasizing alone.

"Oh..uh sorry..I should just go." He said, getting ready to put his shoes back on.

Sighing, "Yeah right, your already here. Might as well get this over with. Follow me." She said walking past him.

Taka's P.O.V.

'Small but comfortable looking. I wonder how her whole family lives in such a small apartment.'

"Please have a seat," Kagome motioned to the cushion set near the low-rise table.

Sitting down where she motioned for me to sit, I looked at her still standing and couldn't help but take in her attire.

She was wearing a simple spaghetti strap shirt and shorts, with a white apron wrapped around her waist. There was little fresh stains on her apron suggesting she had just been cooking. Her hair was in two buns on both sides of her head.

'She looks so adorable.'

I wonder if maybe I should have brought something, or thought this through more. What if her father comes home and sees me here, alone with her?

Then again this could have been what the old man meant when he said his son was shirking his duties as a father.

'Did Kagome regularly host guys in her house? Would that make Akitoki-san like a bouncer or pimp?'

Different kinds of sordid thoughts came to mind. One of Kagome-ahem-entertaining a guy on the kitchen table dressed in only an apron.

Another was of her in lewd positions all over the kitchen while some random man gazed at her body perversely. Spraying whip cream all over her.

Shaking those weird thoughts from his head. I really need to stop reading those weird hentai manga books.

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Both teens sat across from each other an awkward silence stretched on for another minute.

Kagome's hands slapped on the table as she rose, Taka jumped a little at the sudden action.

"Um why don't I get us something to drink?" She suggested.

"Um yeah...thanks," Taka scratched the back of his head. Honestly when he had asked a friend for Kagome's address, under the guise of returning her notebook that he ahem..borrowed from her desk when she was at lunch. He hadn't expected for it to be so awkward, or that they would be the only ones there.

'Where are her parents?'

To be continued. Hooray I'm done. Any suggestions for pairings, if you know the characters of Ristorante Paradiso.