'DRUNK- Ichigo CHUU' CH 26

"DRUNK- Ichigo CHUU" CH 26
by ~xYorutenshi

Chapter 26: Ichigo Torte

After struggling with preparing the cake, Alice went to set the cake in the fridge to let it chill. Orihime walked over from her table and smiled sweetly at Alice. "Are you guys done? Mind if I see your cake?"

Alice smiled and shut her eyes nodding. "Of course!" She took a look at the clock. "Oh actually it needs just a bit more, another minute and it should be perfect." Although Alice didn't look it, she was a perfectionist. "Oh by the way, your cake looks delicious Orihime-san." Alice didn't really like chocolate but she had to admit it looked good. She only liked dark chocolate, as their experience with the bitter cookie had proved. After a moment, Alice stood up and grinned. "It should be done now."

Orihime bowed her head and thanked Alice for her compliment. She happily awaited for Alice to return with the cake, holding onto her own hands in a nervous fashion.

Alice walked over to the fridge and pulled out the cake, it was chilled so the strawberries appeared to have dew on them because of the frozen drops of ice. She brought it over to the table and set it down gently. "Hmm...It looks alright I guess..' Alice mumbled, not seeming satisfied.


Once she set it down, the girl's eye widened with amazement. Even though it wasn't quite good enough for Alice, Orihime thought it looked beautiful. "Oh Alice, it looks wonderful!" the student squatted in order to become eye level with the delicacy, "How did you learn how to cook?" she asked.

"Thank you." Alice said, putting on a smile for her but still not satisfied. "When did I learn?" Alice blinked, unsure of how to answer. She tilted her head. "I think I learned when i was younger, I can't really remember. Sorry i can't give you a clearer answer." She apologized, rubbing the back of her head.

Orihime nodded, "I see. That's alright." she tilted her head slightly to the left as she smiled from ear to ear. "I wish I could cook like you." Giggling she placed a hand beside her mouth as if to tell a secret, "To be honest most people think my cooking tastes funny." Pulling away, she congratulated Alice on the cake and went back to her seat seeing the teacher beginning to go from table to table to give each student their evaluation on their foods.

ALice waved bye as Orihime left back to her seat.

Ichigo looked over at the cake and simply stared at it. However, when Alice deemed it as simply "alright", he gave her a look of disapproval and astonishment, "Are you kidding me?!" leaning back into his seat properly, he leaned close to Alice's face, squinting his eyes, "You're gonna say it's my fault aren't you?" he questioned with a quiet voice.

Alice blinked. "Why would I do that? The juice came out fine, it was the arrangement that I was worried about." Alice said, feeling a bit accused. She pouted and threw her head back. "Anyway, haven't even tasted it yet, so you can't call it a success yet." Alice smirked.

Ichigio began sitting in a normal position in his chair, "Good. Because I worked pretty damn hard on the stupid juice." he said closing his eyes as his natural scowling expression returned. "Pifft, it doesn't matter if it tastes good or not. All that matters is how much effort you put into it." he of course was referring to his family whom he planned on giving the rest of the cake to.

Alice nodded but placed a finger over her lips. "Yeah but I still want to eat something tasty.." She tilted her head as she started daydreaming, but she caught herself as the teacher approached. Alice grinned,"I know you worked hard, it shows in the final product how much care the person took."

He gave her another odd look. "If you want to eat something tasty then we can just stop by an ice cream shop on the way home." he replied. He was glad nontheless that Alice had agreed with his statement about baking the cake with care.

"Yeah ..but things taste better when it's home made.." Alice mumbled.

The teacher stopped at their table. "Alice and Ichigo, hmm? What cake did you end up making?" The teacher hadn't bothered looking at the cake yet. Still writing notes from the last cake. "Strawberry Torte." Alice said bluntly.

When the teacher came over, he rested his chin on the palm of his hand, placing all the weight on his arm. "Torte." he repeated with a small chuckle. The word sounded amusing, and French. He drifted off into his mind as he thought about the funny way French citizens sounded when they spoke. With his eyes focused on the cake and his lips silently sounding out all the french sounding words he knew, it looked as if he were speaking to the cake.

"Torte?" THe teacher repeated.
"Can we all stop saying TORTE now?" Alice said, slightly annoyed.
The teacher gave her a look before looking at the cake, wide-eyed. "Y-Y-You made this!?"
Alice nodded. "Yes." Stated bluntly.
She stole a glance at ichigo,"Pft-" She looked away as he 'talked' to the french cake.

Completely consumed by his thoughts, he was unaware of the teacher scoffing at his distracted behavior. This was probably a good thing since he would have most likely acted out like usual. His hatred for authority was without a doubt a dangerous trait to bear. While the teacher continued to shower compliments onto Alice, Ichigo subconsciously reached over to the cake and grabbed a strawberry. He hadn't eaten since the morning and was starving at this point. He was about to drop the sweet fruit into his mouth when he finally noticed the teacher had begun to stare him down with disgust.

"What are you looking at?!" he shouted before shoving the cake's decoration into his mouth. He glared up at her with the strawberry poking against his cheek as he began to chew on it.

Alice noticed the look the teacher had given Ichigo and got annoyed. "Keeping a chef from eating his own creation? You think you can do that sensei?" Alice said calmly. She could be rebellious and make a fool out of the teacher without having anything pinned against her.

The teacher seemed to stiffen and walked away with their head high as if to say that they hadn't lost. Alice chuckled. "Wow how sad~"

Enjoying the strawberry Ichigo smirked at Alice, his head still resting on his hand. "That was smooth." he noted. It reminded him of Yoruichi. She had always caused others to look a fool while maintaining her cool.

"Smooth..huh?.." Alice mumbled.

She looked at the cake." Hmm...For some reason..I want to eat it..yet at the same time I don't.. I wish it would stay like that..but it'll rot anyway so eating it is a must.." Alice mumbled to herself.

The glimmer of a knife's blade flickered in the corner of his eye. Standing up he stood up and grabbed it off of the side counter against the wall where the pots and pans were set. Sitting back down he casually handed her the blade. "Go ahead. You said so yourself you can't keep a chef from eating their own creation."


She blinked and took the knife. "Ture...but I never said..a chef couldn't keep THEMSELVES from eating their creation." She corrected. But the cake was tempting. The turmoil in her made her cut the cake without noticing. "...aw man.." She shrugged and finished the job. "Want a piece?-oh..right your going to wait to eat with everyone at your house huh." Alice blinked and nodded, continuing to cut her slice out.

He shook his head as she offered him a slice. "I don't think I'm going to eat it at all." he declared. True it would be nice to have a bit of the dessert, but he wanted to keep as much as possible for his family, as well as a person he knew he would come across on the way to his house.

Ichigo once again became lost in his thoughts. This time they were far from the unpremeditated thoughts of France and it's strange accents; and far more depressing at that. A familiar depressed look invaded his facial features and took over. At this point, all we wanted to do was give his family the treat, go back to the shop, and stay in his temporary room for the rest of the day.