Fate's Cruel Little Game [Akashi Seijuro Fanfiction]

Rainbow Nutella

Aya faught the urge to yawn. She was currently stuck in a meeting with a bunch of old geezers and grannies. Why the hell was she supposed to be here anyway? Oh, right. Because of her dad. 

Apparently, he was going to Los Angeles for a quick meeting with another CEO of whatever company. Her mom was, for some reason, 'unable to attend the meeting', as she said herself. She was probably getting her nails done or something. 

Aya inwardly groaned; this meeting was utterly stupid. Those people attending were shouting completely ridiculous ideas about stocks and their products or something. It was just going in an endless circle. 

She could be at home trying out new recipes right now. But noooo. Her father had to go to Los Angeles. Her mother had to be 'unable to attend the meeting'. She had to replace them. Screw that. 

The people there were arguing about which product needs to be taken off the marketing list. Stupid. Just look at the sales. Even a grade schooler could do better than that. 

"Akiyama-san! Please tell us your opinion!" 

"Take out the hot pink toilet covers then. The color is bright and disgusting. It also only sold 13 out of 300, which is the least profitable." 

Apparently they were arguing about household items. Come to think of it, really? Pink toilet seat covers? No offense to pink lovers, but, she wasn't really fond of that bright color. Unless it was subtle. 

"Of course! We'll take it out at once!" And they did. 

Did her dad seriously deal with these things every single day? Arguing about toilet seat covers and household items? Then again, there was one time were her paperwork said something about stopping the production of purple rubber plungers. 

And Akashi did tell her that once, when he attended a meeting, someone was yelling about how they should produce rainbow colored nutella -that guy belonged in the cooking department-. Actually, that would be nice. Rainbow colored nutella. 

Hm... 

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The second she arrived home, Aya immediately ordered the maids to buy a shitload of nutella. 

Shitload - noun- a large number of; enough to last a whole month if you eat a whole jar each day. 

She flipped her laptop open and searched up things you could make with nutella. 

Waffles, cookies, smores, brownies, cakes, bread, cupcakes, rice krispies, pie, mousse, ice cream, tarts, crepes, dips, pancakes.

Aya scratched the back of her head. There were too many options to choose from. She smiled. So why not make it all!

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"Sei-chan, why are we here in the first place?" 

Five teens were currently standing in front of a large metal gate. 

"I don't know. Probably making us her taste testers again. Why else call us out on a Sunday?" 

The last time they came here was to help the girl decide which tart was the best. They almost gained about 5 pounds that day. Their captain made sure they lost that five pounds in three days. 

"Maybe this time it'll be meat." 

The girl's pork roast was absolutely heavenly. 

"I need to give this book back to her." 

She also has an insanely huge collection of books in her personal library. 

"I wanna play with her dogs =3="