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Omake

Paris, France - Bastille Market

A man weaved his way through a packed crowd of people toward a large navy blue tent. The new pop-up restaurant had been the talk of the city since it opened three days ago, with wait times over two hours during the lunch and dinner rushes. But that wouldn't deter this man, clad in a slim-fit olive button down, beige slacks, and worn brown shoes. He looked at his watch - 2:07 pm - a little late, but he knew it wouldn't matter. There would still be a table waiting for him, right in front of the kitchen, with a good view to see the top three at Toosuki work their magic.

Yukihira recognized the coral-pink hair and glasses immediately. "Shinomiya-senpai!" he called from the kitchen. "Glad you could make it!"

Shinomiya sat down at his table, a hint of a smile touching his eyes. "It's a rare occasion to see you outside of Japan, Monsieur Yukihira. It's even rarer to see the first three seats of the Elite Ten working together in a pop-up restaurant."

Erina, in a form-fitting Yukihira uniform, turned her head from the fryers she was watching. "Hello to you too, Shinomiya-senpai."

"Mademoiselle Nakiri," he said, nodding a hello to her. "Where is Mademoiselle Rindo?"

"We ran out of pork," Yukihira said. "She should be back any second now—"

"Shinomiya-senpai!" Rindo called, dropping shopping bags full of pork on the counter. She ran over to the seated chef and embraced him from behind. "How's my favorite French jackass?"

Shinomiya didn't react, but Yukihira thought for a moment he saw a vein pop out in his forehead. "Mademoiselle Rindo, I see you haven't changed much."

"Oi! Rindo!" Erina called. "Tables five and seven just left. Seat some new guests, would you?"

Rindo sighed. "Mou. Right away, your highness."

Yukihira left the kitchen to Erina and sat down across from Shinomiya, handing him a menu. "I see why you chose Paris. It's a beautiful city."

"Isn't it?" Shinomiya replied. "You look good, kid. Stealing you dad's long hairstyle is doing wonders for your look."

"Thanks. Wasn't really my choice though; it's hard to find a good barber when you're running laps around the world."

"He's not changing it, either," Erina said from the kitchen.

"Well, either way, it suits you." Shinomiya looked back at his menu. "How much longer are you in town for?"

"Today's the last day of the pop-up. Tomorrow we're blowing all the profits on a buffet for the homeless."

Shinomiya raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How'd you convince Mademoiselle Nakiri to do that?"

"Hey!" Erina called from the kitchen. "I'm not completely heartless, Shinomiya-senpai."

Yukihira laughed. "It was Senzaemon-dono's idea, actually. He wanted Tootsuki students to start giving back during the summer. I volunteered, and well…" he threw his head back in Erina's direction. "Someone decided she couldn't go a whole summer without me."

"Ah," Shinomiya said, flipping the menu to look at the other side. "I had wondered how long it would take you two."

Yukihira put on his clueless smile and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I've been told I'm pretty thick…"

"I'll say," Rindo said, dragging a seductive finger across Yukihira's shoulders as she walked past him to the kitchen.

Shinomiya just stared. It wasn't often the stoic chef so blatantly lost his composure.

Yukihira shrugged. "I don't understand it either, but… here we are." He looked back at the two women in the kitchen. "Can't say it hasn't been fun though."

It's like he's trying to bear hug a tornado… Shinomiya took a long breath before regaining his composure. He thought back to his days as an upperclassman at Toosuki; the fires of passion that he waded through in his youth, with Inui and Mizuhara by his side…

Maybe there were more similarities between these two than Shinomiya was willing to admit.

He stared Yukihira dead in the eyes. "You walk a dangerous path, Monsieur Yukihira. Be careful you don't lose your footing."

Yukihira stood up, walked back to the kitchen, and grabbed a notepad.

"So, Shinomiya-senpai…

What would you like?"

Review responses:

Imperial-samaB: This is a complete story; it has a beginning (Rindo wants something), a middle (Rindo does stuff to get what she wants) and and end (Rindo finds success). I have no idea what you mean by 'massively incomplete.' I do intend to involve Isshiki and Nene in another fic, though.

Teloch, NPGamer11: I don't write lemons here.

Holyphilippineempire: Glad you liked it!