Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 21

Fuming, Nagito walked away from Hajime, tugging at his gloves.

If the brunet decided to be so rude, then Nagito would just leave him be. He needed to meet another person anyway.

The party was in approximately an hour, so he had to make this meeting quick. It was just a quick check-up in the kitchens. It shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes unless something bad happened.

The royal kitchens were located on the west wing, near the ballroom. The head chef of the food and delicacies for the gala was none other than TeruTeru himself. He was known widely for his delicious meals and infamously for his perverted thoughts, which eventually led him to Hell.

Candles cast long shadows across the velvet walls of the corridors as Nagito walked to the kitchen, his hand meeting the cold handle of the doors.

Spices and seasonings wafted through the doors upon his entry, along with the sweet smell of desserts and hors d'oeuvres.

"Hanamura? Are you in?" Nagito yelled within the chaos of clanging plates and utensils.

A short brunet with stylish hair popped out from behind a cart of trays, a smile widening on his face as he saw the Grim Reaper.

"Ah, Nagito! You're here for the inspection, I'm assuming." He clapped his hands together gleefully.

Nagito nodded, and the chef beckoned the albino to follow him.

"Here we have the appetizers, tempura and gyoza with soy sauce, a simple dish." He gestured to the deep frying stations. "Want to try one?"

"I'm fine," Nagito responded, his urge to get this over with increasing per second.

"Next, we have the main course, Tuna Sashimi with Daikon and Ginger, accompanied by a small Katsudon."

Trays filled with fancy bowls and freshly cut sashimi lined in a neat circle sat on multiple carts, ready to be served upon order.

"Lastly, tonight's desert will be mochi and daifuku served on dorayaki." He finished, turning toward Nagito.

"So what do you think?"

The Grim Reaper didn't really have an opinion since the gala was held every two years and he was quite sick of it already. Too much socialization. Too many... people.

Plus, he never had anyone to take until this year, and well... that person decided to bail on him.

"It's well planned," he forced the comment out. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll leave now."

The albino was about to turn around and return to the corridor when TeruTeru stopped him abruptly with a tug on his sleeve.

"Hey!" Nagito growled, yanking himself backward, away from the small brunet.

"Ah, sorry." The chef scratched the back of his head.

"What do you want?" Nagito said in exasperation. He needed to arrive early to the gala or Her Majesty would have his head. He was her favorite after all, and his presence was the most essential thing.

"Would you fancy a cup of coffee before you leave?" He offered, leaving Nagito to his office. "You look really tired."

The white-haired boy narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Nothing," TeruTeru answered innocently (as if he had any left). "I just thought it would be a kind offer."

"Okay. Fine. Just one cup and I'll leave."

TeruTeru grinned like a Cheshire cat and hopped over to the coffee machine sitting upon his desk.