The Last Supper [Bruce Wayne x Ikumi Mito]

CH01: Someone to Take Care of You (prt 1)

With a scoop of a spoon, one of the judges brought close to his mouth a small chunk of succulent lamb that glistened with the red caramelized gravy. He stayed his hand, letting the aroma waft to his nose before taking a bite.

When he did, his eyes widened as he felt a rush of flavors envelop his soul like a crimson wind carrying him off the ground.

"This...! This is the best Mutton Rogan Josh I ever tasted!" Stephen Court exclaimed.

The man, lean and handsome with messy black hair, stabbed lightly at the meat with his spoon and marveled at its softness.

"The lamb is so tender that it falls off the bone and the vivid red has been masterfully brought out."

The second judge, a woman in her 40s with long curly blond hair and a body that exhibits sexual gusto, took a bite and was taken so much by its deliciousness that she cried out in an orgasmic fashion.

"Ooooh! This taste!" Sharon Harshaw moaned.

The woman's cheeks went pink as she imagined herself dressed as a belly dancer and lying on an intricate bedding within a Mughal palace as a bronze skinned warlord loomed over her.

"It's like I'm a princess being ravaged by a beefcake sultan!" she exclaimed with excitement.

Another judge next to her, an elderly Japanese man wearing a kimono and having his hair tied in a samurai-style top knot, took a bite with a piece of naan and had a visible reaction much like his two colleagues.

"The spices...the sweet undertone...the tart of the lemon." Taiji Ikemitsu spoke in utter awe.

"Usually, to have so many opposing flavors would lead to one overwhelming the other like a fierce battle between nations."

Taiji envision a battlefield of samurais of different colored armors clashing, much like a scene from the Sengoku period. But that scene soon morphed into one where the different soldiers were shaking hands, embracing and slinging their arms over each other's shoulders.

"But here, they are in perfect harmony! Unified in peace and tranquility!" Taiji declared.

The fourth and final judge, a blonde middle-aged British man, also sampled it with a piece of naan and his body recoiled just as the other three had.

"Exquisite texture." Jeremy Greene hummed, his taste buds floating in ecstasy.

"That marination technique of yours to get this meat so tender at such a short time was nothing short of genius! Well done, my friend." he gave the chef his compliments.

"I think we are all unanimous on this one. Aren't we, Judges?" Stephen asked them.

The judges nodded in accord and Stephen extended his arm towards the two contestant chefs who stood anxiously before them.

"This Round's winner goes to..."

There was a pause and then...

"And CUT!" the Director yelled out. "Alright everyone, we're back in twenty!"

The cameraman relaxed and so did everyone else on set. As the judges chatted among themselves with the crew members walking by them murmuring, the two contestant chefs released a breath of relief; though one more rueful than the other.

"Guess I'm out of the running then." one of the contestants sighed. "You and I both know that we don't need Stephen to tell us that."

The contestant chef, a middle aged Australian man named Hardy Willis, turned to his opponent with a smile and offered his hand to shake.