Alan Tsuichi knows what her mission is. She knows who send her to this 'prestigious' culinary academy were. She knows a lot about cooking (from all of the courses she had take). She knows how to socialize (maybe). Basically, she knows all what she h...
The flight was tiring. Filled with the sound of baby crying, old man snoring, and don't forget about the fact I was sandwiched between two old men.
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Anyway, I survived my flight and now I'm walking into a large room to retrieve my luggages. It's surprisingly not crowded because it's not weekend. My 'parents' decided to enroll me to this school in the middle of semester. Not going to lie, I'm nervous as fuck.
I take my big ass luggage and walk through some security guard. Outside the room area, there are many people waiting for their family or friends to come out from the room. Some of them are holding a 'welcome home' sign and such. I spot one guy with flowers in his hands, nervous. Maybe waiting for his significant others to arrived.
Those things... make me a little bit jealous. Must be nice to have someone expecting your arrival. Being hugged and laughed together after a long time being separated. The only one that expecting my arrival there is a strict looking guy, dressed in black suit. He is holding a sign.
Alan Tsuichi Tootsuki Academy
Welp. Wonder if that's directed to me.
I approached him with my luggage near my right leg. I tried to be polite as possible. "Hello, buddy. I see you have a board with my name on it. Want me to sign it too?" I gave him a playful smile.
He's just staring back at me behind those sunglasses. "ID, please."
I give him my passport. He examined it like an exam or something. A moment later, he gave my passport back.
"This way, please."
I murmured a small thank you when he leads me the way to a fancy black limo.
Damn. This school must be fancy.
The ride was uneventful. Mostly, I read all the lesson I've noted from my cooking class. From all that I've heard, this school is no joke. It's actually harder that university. Only ten percent of the students graduate with satisfying results, and the rest of them are either quit or drop out.
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I tugged my chokers as I read some random fiction on my phone. Soothing musics are playing in my ears. The view outside stole my attention. The leaves are turning yellow, red, and brown-ish. It's beautiful.
The music tugging my sleeve to follow them to deep slumber. And I did.
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I can hear laughter. This is the kitchen. There's a taller figure beside me. He's watching me carefully and lovingly whilst I'm mixing some dry ingredients to a large mixing bowl. We both are laughing when the flour covering my face. He gently wiped my face with wet paper towel.
His smile is so bright. So gentle.
We were so happy then.
When did it went wrong?
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I jumped a little when the car went full stop. I see some guard examining the driver's ID. What is right in front of me makes my eyes wide open as I go through the gate.
This area has really tall and big buildings. Some of them look modern and sophisticated, and some look traditional and majestic.
Wait, is this the academy?!
I've heard that this school is fancy and all but I didn't think it was this fancy. I'm too distracted with the view, I didn't realize that I've reached my destination until the car stopped.
The driver (bodyguard?) is opening the door for me. I say thanks to him for the second time. Right now, I'm standing in front of a big building with huge garden. Then, the door was dramatically opening, revealing (another) strict looking bodyguard.
"Miss Tsuichi, Sanzaemon-sama is waiting for you in his office."
Who's that?
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Note: Second chapter. Might not improved from the last one, but I tried (haha no). Still, do not hesitate to share your thoughts about this. Picture in every chapter represents the protagonist's appereance (or mood). You still can use your imagination for her physical appearance, it's totally fine. I'm just giving out some references :)
