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Tokubetsu No Zairyo
(Warning: This is a BL/yaoi/gay/homosexual novel. Do not report me since I have given you warnings.)

Pt 1. Envy

The day started out normal; we were opening in thirty minutes, I was cleaning as usual, and about two dishes were dropped. Another day at this quaint little restaurant that became some sort of staple here in this small yet busy town of Tokyo, Japan. I love it here, as a roundsman that is often not needed and is put as a garbage boy or a dish washer almost everyday. Pshh, I hope you caught my sarcasm; I pretty much hate it here.

I'm treated as if I were a slave. Especially by Sora Kisaragi; my boss, the kitchen saucier, the sous-chef, and my best friend ever since grade school. I often hope that he's just teasing me because I'm only two years younger than him. Then again, according to other people, I'm easy to fool and tease. Or maybe it's because he has two roles in our kitchen and I'm of low rank? But I also hope that he isn't teasing me for other reasons.... anyway...

Yay, fifteen minutes till we start our day here in Tokubetsu no Zairyo; the Japanese restaurant in Japan that serves popular Japanese dishes and delicasies. Bull. Crap. Not to mention, Sora's boss (pretty much the owner of this building) is French. Don't tell him I told you, but his name's Jean-Paul DuBois, though he changed his name to Seiichiro Suguri when he came here to Japan. So what a coincidence, my actual boss isn't even OF Japanese decent yet he runs one of the most popular and successful Japanese restaurants. I'd expect this restaurant to be big in the west, but not in it's homeland. Actually, any part of the world will do. Just not here in Japan.

"Haha, does anyone even listen to the roundsman nowadays?" I told myself a bit too out loud. Suprise!; no one payed attention. I sighed in grief and fixed my collar after carrying an enourmous, wooden box of fresh, plump oranges to the kitchen for the breakfast shift. To my luck, I think I may just be allergic to oranges. I go all pale whenever I get the scent through my nostrils. "I'm a chef, so I kinda need to put up with this...." I reassured myself, though it barely worked. "Augh, who am I kidding? I'm no chef. I just fill in, then people don't even order what I'm supposed to be cooking, so I never get the chance to even touch a pan unless I'm cleaning it. Plus, the other chef's are always here on time, and It's awfully rare of them to miss even one second of work."

This degrading thing lasted for about two minutes until two of the oddest people interrupted my small rant about how "little" I am; Rin and Jin Fuka, also known as "The Twinsies". But that's pretty self explanitory. Of course I grew sorta nervous once I turned around to face them. Not because they're cute or because I'm crushing on them... but because Jin makes almost everyone he sees crap their houndstooth trousers.

Not to mention, they're one hell of a pair. Why? Well, 1. they act as if they were a couple, 2. both are insanely cute, 3. Their names freakin' rhyme, which is sorta of a cliche and common, and 4. their roles in the kitchen are just perfect. Oh, so very perfect.

Their positions were the most ironic; Jin, being one of the tougher guys, is actually the pastry chef, as for Rin... well... he's the most feminine twin (also the youngest) who just so happens to be the --drumroll, please-- butcher! It's priceless, if you ask me. though I envy Jin with a great, burning passion; he pretty much has his own posse of people who are masters in cakery. "Rin, what's with the garbage boy?" Jin asked... forgetting that I'm right in front of him. Rin kicked his groin and scrowled. "Hey! He's not the garbage boy! OR the dish washer! He's important to this crew, bro!" He hissed and stared at me with his huge, sky blue, magic-anime-girl like eyes. I grinned and walked off, seeing if any other chef is missing so I can fill in. And guess what!?

Today's my lucky day! I'm.....
.....
.....

Nevermind; the pantry chef, Kaoru Yamada, came just in the nick of time. Ho-hum. No one really payed attention to just how unfortunate I am... well, except Mr. "Suguri". He patted my back just like my grandfather would. "Tough luck, kid. Next time'll be when you fill in. I promise!" He reassured me and walked off. I caught everyone's attention... well, until Sora stole my spotlight. "Alright, chefs! We open in ten minutes! Prepare your stations!" He paused and gave me a sly look. He continued to glare at me, then turned away. I had one of those moments of 'Huh'. Then I shrugged, then walked to my station, the alley where all the trashcans and cats are.