• Let's see... I think pushing my glasses up and narrowing my eyes. Did I add the egg's yet?
    My name is Karumi Tsumika {First name, then last}. I'm a cullinary student at Surenai School of the art's. I'm twenty two and I am currently engaged to a woman I have known since middle school.
    I dont not believe in destiny or true love. That is only a trick of your minds. An illusion. I learned this at an early age after my parents got divorced.
    It has been my dream to become one of the best cheff's in Japan since I realized I was better then most boys my age when it comes to cooking. So when my mother pushed me to do what I wanted I signed up for a small, but well known, school of the art's.
    I sighed and decided to start the whole recipe over again. "Geez..."
    The teacher was out at the moment and said I could use his kitchen as long as I cleaned up after myself. So I went to work right away.
    I was trying to create the perfect batch of dog dropping cookies. To send my mother of course. {Dog dropping cookies are not what they sound like... They are actually cookie dough with hurshy kisses placed in the center so they like dog crap... Yeah...}
    She seemed to enjoy them a lot. So I would send them to her very often to please her. But I began to sense that she was getting annoyed with receiving the same thing everytime.
    Maybe I should get anothing thing to send her...
    These were simple to make but I was always trying to work my hardest on the thing I was focusing on, thinking it would make it better somehow.
    I added the flour and water at the same time, not thinking that well. The water rejected the flour so the water splashed all over the counter and on me. I grumbled and walked away to another counter to grab a few paper towels.
    The door opened.
    "Sensei?" Asks a childish voice.
    I turned around and whiped my face free of some of the flour. "Oh. No. He stepped out for a while, sorry." I say getting my neck well.
    A boy with straight blonde hair and green eyes stood in the door way.
    This took me back a step.
    American?
    He nodded. "Oh... Well can I stay in here with you till he gets back? I need to speak with him about something."
    I nodded and took the paper towels over to my station.
    He smiled and took the station next to mine. "Thank you."
    I started to clean up my station, grumbling the whole time. "What kind of cheff makes such a mess? And why would he just do something so stupid and thoughtless like this?"
    The boy seemed maybe in his teens, he chuckled and covered his mouth with his hand.
    I looked at him. "What's so funny?" I ask looking at him as my glasses slid down my nose and stopped in front of the cartilege drop.
    He held his stomach and laughed harder. "I'm sorry! It's just I've never heard anyone talk to themselves like that." He laughed.
    I blinked. "Huh?"
    He covered his mouth again and tears formed in his eyes. "I didnt mean to seem like I was teasing. It's just, I've really never heard anyone talk to themselves."
    I smiled. "Really? I do it all the time... I guess I never noticed."
    His laughes began to stop and he nodded. "I'm sorry. I just find that so funny."
    I chuckled. "I guess when you think about it, it actually is."
    He sniffled and stopped laughing. "I apologise, I wont laught so randomly again."
    I shrugged. "It's okay. I didnt mind."
    This boy is rather strang... Isn't he? I wonder how old he is...
    I held out my flour covered hand and smiled. "I'm Karumi Tsumika."
    He shook my hand and nodded. "Cool. I'm Alexander Rasmussen."
    "Nice to meet you." I saw bowing my head.
    He nodded, but didnt bow back. "Same."
    Rasmussen had a accent, so you could tell he was American... It wasnt bad or anything, I've just never met an American before.
    "So your American?" I ask not thinking.
    He nodded again and put his hands in his pockets. "Oh, yeah. I moved her two years ago. And I've been going to this school for two years. I've never seen you around here before." He says tilting his head.
    I blinked. "Two years?"
    He smirks. "Yeah. Why?"
    I shook my head and scratched the back of my head. "You just look... Much younger... That's all..." I say blushing alittle.
    He chuckled. "Everyone says that. I dont understand why."
    I laughed and turned to my station. "You're joking, right?"
    He cocked an eyebrow. "Eh?"
    I looked at him in shock. "You seriously dont know?"
    He shook his head.
    I sighed. "You have a younge boys face. And a slender figure so it makes you seem rather feminen, so it adds to the younger look. And with you hair color and eye tone it only makes you look more like girl, which also makes you look more youthful. Sorry to say it like that."
    He smiled and nodded. "It's okay. I understand. I've always known I look a lot like a girl. But no ones ever explained it to me like that."
    I chuckled. "Oh. I see."
    He nodded again and turned to his own station. "So... Karumi?"
    I looked at him. "Hm?"
    "What do you think of sensei?" He asks looking down at his table.
    I shrugged. "I dont know. I think he's a good teacher and that I could actually learn something from him better then I would other teachers at this school. That's for sure."
    He smiled and nodded. "Oh."
    "Why?"
    He shrugged. "I dont know... But just look at him as someone that they will someday over come when they become cheffs. But I think he will always be above us in a way. I dont know how to explain it, but he will always be our superior."
    I nodded. "I see. So your saying no one will trully be better then him, no matter how good they get. Right?"
    He looked at me, surprised. "Y-yeah... How did you know?"
    I chuckled. "You told me."
    He smirked and nodded. "I guess so..."
    I threw away the dirty paper towels in the trash can near my station and went back to creating my moms favorite cookies.
    He sighed. "Karumi?"
    I looked at him again. "Yeah?"
    "How old are you?" He asks randomly.
    "Twenty two."
    He smiled. "I just turned twenty two too."
    I smiled. "Really? Congrats."
    He nodded.
    The teacher came in the room with a few books of recipe's in his arms. "Oh, hello, Alexander. I forgot you were staying after too."
    He chuckled. "You're so forgetful, sensei-sama."