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[Feb 8][Bakuretsu Tenshi/Burst Angel] XXI: The World
Title: XXI: The World
Day/Theme: February 8th/Fool's Reward
Series: Bakuretsu Tenshi
Character/Pairing: Kyouhei, Jo/Meg
Rating: PG
XXI: The World
Paris. The city of love and great food. And the home of Tachibana Kyouhei, the newest pattisier at an up and coming pâtisserie in the old part of the city.
It was a thankless job. He was the newbie and he was a foreigner, never a good combination, but it was worth it. He could feel it in his bones. Maybe once he got a name for himself and some experience he might even open up his own place.
But until then, he was stuck doing the early morning deliveries before the morning shift to the pâtisserie's favored customers, an odd collection of rich investors, famous entertainers and young women that the boss found beautiful.
Which is how he found himself scaling four flights of stairs in an old apartment building in the bad part of town, weighed down by a week's worth of baguettes and pastries.
Who was this person anyway? Probably a hooker with a pretty face the boss saw on the street or something, because Kyouhei was pretty sure he saw the place in a recent article about condemned building that were a public health hazard.
He shifted on bag to his hip and knocked on the door, calling out "Delivery" in his best French, which was still slightly accented.
No response. He tried again.
"Oui, oui, s'il vous plaît, un moment," a rich female voice rang out from behind the door. Kyouhei sighed in relief. At least someone was home. After a moment the door creaked open and Kyouhei found his arms rather empty. He only managed to catch sight the woman's black hair as she whirled about to, presumptuously, put the food into the kitchen. After a bit of rustling and the opening and shutting of the fridge and a bread box, the woman returned.
"Merci, pour vous" she held out a folded bill that was a rather large tip. Kyouhei bowed and was about to descend the stairs when he felt a hand on his shoulder, yanking him around.
"Wait a minute, Mister!" the woman shouted in English with a heavy New York accent, "Do I know you?" this time speaking Japanese. Kyouhei was about to stammer a denial when he got a look at the woman that held his shoulder in a rather tight grip. Her hair was now a muted gray black but he couldn't forget those brilliant, burning blue eyes.
"...Meg? Is that really you? It's me Kyouhei!" Suddenly Kyouhei found himself wrapped in a tight embrace before being shoved down onto a sofa.
"Wait right there! Hey Jo, you won't believe what came with breakfast!"
A mumble and a groan, old walls are rather thin. Some giggling from Jo and then a restrained yelp from Jo before some rustling. Then the two emerged from the bedroom, Jo with a smirk on her face and Jo with the familiar "still asleep" face, dressed in an over sized t-shirt.
"Hey," was all Jo offered for a greeting before heading toward the kitchen. Kyouhei jumped up with an offer to help. Which meant he ended up making breakfast for the three of them. He asked after them, why were they in Paris, what were they doing now, how were Sei and Amy while telling his own tale.
He left with an apology, explaining that he had to get to work, and a promise to stop by again. Heading down the street, he felt a warmth in a part of his heart that he hadn't even noticed had felt empty. It was as if things had come full circle and the world was as it should be.
Upstairs, in the old dilapidated apartment, Meg and Jo snuggled while they discussed the possibility of hiring Kyouhei. They never used the other bedroom and a live in cook was always a good thing. Maybe Sei and May could be persuaded to visit sometime. Maybe with how Tokyo was so quiet, the whole team could set up base right here in Paris. Sei in command, Amy with all the back up, Meg as bait and Jo as the manpower, with all coming home to Kyouhei's wondrous cooking. Wouldn't that be great? After all, that was how things should be.
Maybe that's how things will be.
Day/Theme: February 8th/Fool's Reward
Series: Bakuretsu Tenshi
Character/Pairing: Kyouhei, Jo/Meg
Rating: PG
XXI: The World
Paris. The city of love and great food. And the home of Tachibana Kyouhei, the newest pattisier at an up and coming pâtisserie in the old part of the city.
It was a thankless job. He was the newbie and he was a foreigner, never a good combination, but it was worth it. He could feel it in his bones. Maybe once he got a name for himself and some experience he might even open up his own place.
But until then, he was stuck doing the early morning deliveries before the morning shift to the pâtisserie's favored customers, an odd collection of rich investors, famous entertainers and young women that the boss found beautiful.
Which is how he found himself scaling four flights of stairs in an old apartment building in the bad part of town, weighed down by a week's worth of baguettes and pastries.
Who was this person anyway? Probably a hooker with a pretty face the boss saw on the street or something, because Kyouhei was pretty sure he saw the place in a recent article about condemned building that were a public health hazard.
He shifted on bag to his hip and knocked on the door, calling out "Delivery" in his best French, which was still slightly accented.
No response. He tried again.
"Oui, oui, s'il vous plaît, un moment," a rich female voice rang out from behind the door. Kyouhei sighed in relief. At least someone was home. After a moment the door creaked open and Kyouhei found his arms rather empty. He only managed to catch sight the woman's black hair as she whirled about to, presumptuously, put the food into the kitchen. After a bit of rustling and the opening and shutting of the fridge and a bread box, the woman returned.
"Merci, pour vous" she held out a folded bill that was a rather large tip. Kyouhei bowed and was about to descend the stairs when he felt a hand on his shoulder, yanking him around.
"Wait a minute, Mister!" the woman shouted in English with a heavy New York accent, "Do I know you?" this time speaking Japanese. Kyouhei was about to stammer a denial when he got a look at the woman that held his shoulder in a rather tight grip. Her hair was now a muted gray black but he couldn't forget those brilliant, burning blue eyes.
"...Meg? Is that really you? It's me Kyouhei!" Suddenly Kyouhei found himself wrapped in a tight embrace before being shoved down onto a sofa.
"Wait right there! Hey Jo, you won't believe what came with breakfast!"
A mumble and a groan, old walls are rather thin. Some giggling from Jo and then a restrained yelp from Jo before some rustling. Then the two emerged from the bedroom, Jo with a smirk on her face and Jo with the familiar "still asleep" face, dressed in an over sized t-shirt.
"Hey," was all Jo offered for a greeting before heading toward the kitchen. Kyouhei jumped up with an offer to help. Which meant he ended up making breakfast for the three of them. He asked after them, why were they in Paris, what were they doing now, how were Sei and Amy while telling his own tale.
He left with an apology, explaining that he had to get to work, and a promise to stop by again. Heading down the street, he felt a warmth in a part of his heart that he hadn't even noticed had felt empty. It was as if things had come full circle and the world was as it should be.
Upstairs, in the old dilapidated apartment, Meg and Jo snuggled while they discussed the possibility of hiring Kyouhei. They never used the other bedroom and a live in cook was always a good thing. Maybe Sei and May could be persuaded to visit sometime. Maybe with how Tokyo was so quiet, the whole team could set up base right here in Paris. Sei in command, Amy with all the back up, Meg as bait and Jo as the manpower, with all coming home to Kyouhei's wondrous cooking. Wouldn't that be great? After all, that was how things should be.
Maybe that's how things will be.