Summary: "I'm sweet alright...a sweet disaster." Ariadne Sinclair serves food with her own sweet touch, but when it comes to the competitive world of Totsuki Academy, she's about to take that sweet touch to a sinful level.

Author's Note: Greetings! For those of you who know me, I'm Kyandi-sama. For those of you who don't, welcome to the Kyandiacs! If you decide to stay, that is. I've been in love with this series for a long time now, but I had to do a lot of research to bring my OC, Ariadne, to life. I hope you enjoy her as much as I do. Compliments are greatly appreciated, constructive criticism is thanked, but please, don't flame me. If you feel like you must flame me...walk away. Save us both a lot of time and just walk away, please and thank you! With that said, please enjoy and review. I do not own Shokugeki no Soma!

Chapter 1 Welcome to Totsuki

Food.

Many never think twice about the food they eat. It was merely the fuel to energize their bodies. Others take food too seriously it might as well been life or death. Before the right chef, the world could be a vast, endless space filled with textures and flavors, some still yet to be discovered.

It was a world of endless possibilities and challenges.

And it was that thought, and the thought of surpassing his father, that brought Yukihira Souma to his current location.

Totsuki Academy.

By a stroke of what seemed like good fortune, Souma, after being failed by none other than Nakiri Erina during the entrance exam, had been granted entrance to the school. From what he heard, only one other person had managed to pass the exam, via another examiner, and had managed to enter along side him.

Now, about a month after the exam, Souma found himself at the entrance ceremony for the new school year.

"We'll proceed to give the award to the best of the year. Representative of the new first years, Nakiri Erina."

Erina stepped forward upon being introduced. As she stepped onto the stage and up to the podium, several of those among the crowd of students, gushed over her beauty and her renown as a top student. Erina accepted her award and promptly left the stage.

"We'll continue with the ceremonial address."

The next to step up on the stage was Erina's grandfather and the school's chairman, Nakiri Sanzaemon. Just the man's appearance was enough to intimidate the students before him, not to mention the nickname her had earned in his years in the culinary world.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Congratulations on entering the high school section!" he announced with a smile that surprised the students before him. "In your three years in the middle school section, you've deepened your knowledge about the basics of food preparing and its ingredients. You've had classes with cooking drills where you actually cooked and all sorts of lectures about cooking theory, nutrition, sanitation, agriculture, management, and now you're standing at the entrance to the high school section. But what will be tested now isn't your technique or knowledge, it's if you have the guts to live as a chef."

Sanzaemon raised a hand, pointing at the students before him, making them tense.

"Ninety-nine percent of you are sacrificial stones in order to polish the remaining one percent gems. Out of the eight hundred and twelve new first years, the number of students that advance to the second year is seventy-six. We'll mercilessly cast away incompetent and ordinary people. By the time the one thousand first years reach their second year they will become one hundred. To count the number of people that will graduate, one hand will be enough. You, you will become one of these handful of chefs! Devote to your studies. That's all!"

With that, Sanzaemon exited the stage and his assistant returned to finish the ceremony while the students were still fired up. She stepped back up to the podium, clearing her throat before she begun.

"Eeh, to finish, we'll introduce the two students who were admitted to the high school section."

When this was announced, Erina was reminded of Souma, and was grateful she would never have to see him again. A gratitude that only lasted for a few brief seconds before Souma stepped up on stage.

"Well...like, I'm sorry for being in this high place, hehe...I have to express my intentions, right? I'm beaten, do I really have to do this? Saying them on a stage is embarrassing." Souma remarked, the assistant yelling at him to just get on with it. "Then I'll keep it short. I'll say two or three things. Ermm...I'm Yukihira Souma. Truth be told, I only think of this academy as a stepping stone. I got admitted here unexpectedly, but I don't plan to lose to some bunch that has never stood in front of clients. Now that I'm in, I'll take the top. Best regards for the next three years."

With that, Souma finished his introduction with a bow. His response was not kind, the students yelling at him and calling him names. Souma ignored it as he walked off the stage, passing the other new student and turning to watch her as she strutted out on stage like she owned it, confidence brimming from every step she took.

The girl was only a few inches shorter than him with a full body figure, long legs, and a confidence that seemed to seep from her pores. It was her looks, though, that made him stop because he was sure he had never seen a girl that looked like her before. Her coloring was, most definitely, not Japanese.

Her skin was fair, her mid-back length hair an aqua blue in color, and her wide, doe-eyed eyes were an icy blue to match. She wore her hair all brushed over to the right side, the hair along the left side of her scalp, shaved to just beyond her ear. There was a smile on her dimpled, heart-shaped face, two piercings in each ear, and a rebellious look to her.

Then there was her school uniform and the modifications she had made to it.

The girl had taken the uniform given to her and had turned the button-down dress shirt into a backless shirt with a back so low that it showed off the strapless shirt underneath that matched her hair in color. She wore the blazer tied around her waist, had traded the knee-high socks for white, thigh-high stockings, and heeled, calf-high, black boots took place of the school issued shoes. To finish her look, she had taken the tie and had fashioned it into a hand band of sorts, the bow tied right at the shaved side of her head, and she wore the first two buttons on her shirt unbuttoned to show one of those stretchy, black chokers around her neck.

Souma watched as she walked up to the podium, giving the still fuming students before her, a wide smile. Stepping up to the podium, she leaned forward, crossing her arms on the podium, allowing her hair to fall over her right shoulder.

"Wow, that was...quite the introduce, huh?" she asked, her voice lightly accented with what Souma was sure was a French accent. "I hope you do not hold it against me as well. I am Sinclair Ariadne and I am from France. It is a pleasure to meet you all. As for my intentions for being here...I believe I will keep that to myself for a while longer. I do hope we can all prosper while challenging each other. I very much look forward to any and all challenges all of you can present me with, regardless of the outcomes. Please take care of me and challenge me in our time together. Thank you."

With that, she stood up straight and bowed to the now calm crowd, before she turned on her heel to leave the stage. She stepped off the stage at the end of an argument between Erina and Souma in which Erina stormed away, blowing Souma off. The girl who had introduced herself as Ariadne, came to a stop beside Souma.

"Mon dieu, what's up with her?" Ariadne asked.

"Don't know." Souma turned to Ariadne, grinning. "Hey. I'm Yukihira Souma."

"Sinclair Ariadne."

Ariadne took his hand, giving it a shake, a smile on her own lips. She didn't seem to be the least bit offended by what he had said when he was on stage.

"Nice introduction. You know they're all going to hate you now." Ariadne told him.

"Oh, well." Souma replied as they started walking. "And you?

"I liked your honesty. More people need it." she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

Souma had a feeling that the two of them were going to get along just fine.

They found out quick that they had the same class and, upon arriving, the teacher conducted a random lottery to break up the class into teams of two. Souma ended up with a meek girl by the name Tadokoro Megumi, who, he found out, would be expelled if she got one more bad grade. Ariadne, on the other hand, ended up paired with a guy who could only complain about Souma and his actions at the opening ceremony.

Ariadne shook her head as she tied a frilly apron on over a blue-to-red fade, sleeveless and shorts version of a chef's outfit that she was wearing. Her partner could complain all he wanted, but she had better things to do with her time and energy.

"Attention. Good morning, young apprentices." Ariadne looked up as their teacher, Roland Chapelle, walked into the room. "You're responsible to make delicacies from the moment you stand in the kitchen. For that, neither your experience nor position matter. In my classes, any dishes that can't take an "A"...will get an "E". Make sure to remember that."

So it is straight to business, huh. Ariadne thought.

It seemed about right for a school of Totsuki's standards, and, of course, she had heard of Chef Chapelle. He was an instructor so strict that, among the school staff, he had earned the name of the Chef-who-never-smiles. Ariadne would have her hands full, especially if her partner couldn't pull his own weight.

God, she hoped he could.

"Today's menu is Boeuf Bourguignon. A standard French dish." Ariadne almost cheered. It was a dish her mother had taught her from a very young age. "Just in case, I'll write down the recipe on the white board. The time limit is two hours! Submit your dishes as soon as you finish. Then...let's start. Commencez a cuire."

As soon as Chef Chapelle called a start, students begun to rush about. Ariadne's partner turned to her, looking her over.

"Please tell me you've made this dish before." he said. "Because I haven't had much experience with it."

"Of course! I am French, am I not?" Ariadne said, grinning. "But we're not using his recipe."

"What!? Are you trying to get us in trouble?!" the boy whispered.

"I am French, no? This is a French dish, no?"

"Yes..."

"Then trust me. I know what I am doing. I learned this recipe from a five star chef, herself." Ariadne assured him. "Besides...he did not say we had to follow his recipe."

Though he still looked uncertain, he agreed. Smiling, Ariadne examined their station. Nodding to herself, she turned to her partner.

"Alright. I'll get the meat and herbs, you get the vegetables. We'll need potatoes, onion, carrots, garlic cloves, cremini mushrooms, fennel, and pearl onions. I'll get the rest. Got it?" she asked.

The boy nodded and ran off. Ariadne went off after her own ingredients. While several students went after sirloin, Ariadne choose a cut of chuck and grabbed some bacon while she was at it. Moving to the herbs, she grabbed salt, pepper, flat-leaf parsley, bay leaves, thyme, chives, and rosemary.

When she returned to the station, she looked over the ingredients.

"Lastly, we need to make a tomato paste and will need flour, red wine, and sugar. Brown sugar preferably." Ariadne said.

"Sugar?" her partner asked.

"Just trust me. It'll give it a taste you've never experienced before." she assured him.

"If you say so. What about roux or cornstarch? Most recipes call for i-"

"No. No roux or cornstarch. It's a stew, not a paste. Potatoes have enough starch for the thickness." she told him before sending him off.

When he came back, they got to cooking. While Ariadne started prepping vegetables, her partner grabbed the meat and was about to put it in raw. Ariadne caught him in time.

"Not raw!" she exclaimed, grabbing his wrist.

"What? Why?" he asked.

"That's the perfect way to lose flavor. You need to cut the meat into chunks, rolled it lightly, lightly, in flour, and sear it. Cook the chunks in batches or they'll steam and become gray, flavorless lumps." she told him.

"I-I didn't know..."

"It's a common mistake. I'll tell you the seven most common mistakes most chefs make with Boeuf Bourguignon. The first is using any cut of meat. Always use chuck. The second is adding the meat raw. Sear it in batches. The bits at the bottom afterward adds flavor. The third is thickening the whole thing with roux, flour, or cornstarch. The flour on the seared meat and the potatoes' starch will do that for you. The fourth is adding all ingredients in at once. Vegetables should be added in the last forty-five minutes. The rosemary, thyme, tarragon, chives, parsley, and fennel go last. Fifth, don't leave the fat. Sixth, don't excessively cook it. Not a problem today since we have a time limit. Lastly, never serve it by itself. So we need a crusty bread, as well."

Her partner stared at her as she begun expertly chopping the meat, rolling it in flour before adding it to a heated pan with a drizzle of olive oil. She did all of this while continuing to talk to him. She moved quickly from one task to the next, all while instructing him on what to do. It was clear that she had experience and could multi-task with the best of them. By the time they had it cooking and could slow down, her partner knew more about the dish than he had before.

"Now, just let it cook." Ariadne remarked, dusting off her hands.

Turning towards her partner, Ariadne opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when she caught sight of a couple of her classmates messing with Souma and Megumi's dish. Ariadne frowned at the sight, making her partner turn to try to find what was causing the look.

To mess with someone else's dish like that...did they not care that it would effect more than just Souma? After all, it wasn't just Souma's, but Megumi's as well. By messing with the dish, they were screwing with Megumi's grade just as much as they were messing with Souma's.

From the look on Souma's face, though, he had it well under hand. Ariadne would just focus on her own dish and would see how Souma would handle it. In the end, Souma and Megumi ended up presenting their dish before Ariadne and her partner could serve up their own.

And Souma got high praise from Chef Chapelle.

Ariadne served up her dish next, serving it to Chef Chapelle with a side of crusty bread and a smile. When she sat it before him, Chef Chapelle eyed the dish.

"This is not the recipe I displayed, is it?" he asked.

"No, sir, but it is Boeuf Bourguignon." Ariadne replied, her partner too nervous to speak up.

Chef Chapelle eyed Ariadne, but she merely smiled back at him, her hands clasped loosely before her. She was completely confident in her dish, something all chefs should display. After years of cooking it, she had experimented enough with it to know what worked and what didn't. She was sure he would enjoy it, so she quietly waited patiently while he tested her dish, the meat tender enough to be cut with a fork.

The moment the taste hit his taste buds, Chef Chapelle's eyes widened. He had never tasted a version of this dish that was so hearty, but sweet at the same time. There was the predicted juiciness of the meat, the seasoning of the herbs, and the unique flavors of the vegetables, but what surprised him, was the decidedly sweet aftertaste that could appeal to the sweet tooth in everyone.

"Magnifique! What is this sweet taste?" Chef Chapelle asked.

"Brown sugar added in with a sweeter red wine. It's suppose to lend the meat a sweeter taste while not being over powering. I find the taste rather appealing, myself, but I've always had a sweet tooth." Ariadne said.

"That it is! I never thought to come across a sweet Boeuf Bourguignon! Splendid! I give it an A!" Chef Chapelle announced, smiling as he had with Souma and Megumi's dish.

"Merci beaucoup, Chef Chapelle." Ariadne said, her partner cheering.

Ariadne turned away from the Chef, heading back to her station. Her partner stopped to talk to a few friends who had already presented their dish, while Ariadne continued on to her station.

"How'd it go?"

Souma calling out to her, brought her to a stop. Ariadne turned towards him, smiling as her hands went to her hips in an almost sassy manner.

"An A, same as you. Quick thinking with the honey. I didn't know anyone else knew that trick. I deal with a lot of sweeter ingredients in my cooking, so I've known that trick for a while." Ariadne said, Megumi watching the two converse.

"Yeah, took a lot of experimenting to figure it out. You?" Souma asked.

"Honey was my mother's quick fix to a lot of things. Growing up, we always had a jar on hand." Ariadne replied.

"Cool. So, what did you do to get him to smile?" Souma asked, jerking a thumb over his shoulder towards Chef Chapelle.

"My mother's old recipe for a sweet Boeuf Bourguignon. It hasn't failed me yet." Ariadne told him proudly before her eyes landed on Megumi. "Oh, hello! I didn't mean to ignore you. I'm Sinclair Ariadne."

Megumi gave her a sheepish smile as she introduced herself. Ariadne, she found, was nice and gave her a bright smile in greeting as she shook her hand.

"You're so cute, Megumi. Sweeter than even my dish." Ariadne added, making Megumi blush at the compliment.

If that line had come from a guy, Megumi would have sworn it was a pick-up line. The way Ariadne phrased it, though, Megumi couldn't tell if it was just her being nice, or if there was, indeed, a different meaning behind Ariadne's words. In all honesty, she didn't want to think about it, either. Ariadne didn't say anything else as she released Megumi's hand.

"By the way, to commemorate that we now know each other, do you want to eat my new dish?" Souma asked his two new friends.

"Yeah! Can I? I want to try it!" Megumi replied instantly.

Ariadne, seeing a mischievous glint in Souma's eyes, wasn't as quick to answer. She had a feeling this dish wasn't going to be as good tasting as his dish for Chef Chapelle.

And she was right.

Dried squid covered in honey.

Megumi instantly regretted agreeing to taste the dish. Once she had tried it, Souma turned to Ariadne to get her to try the squid next. Whatever he had been about to say, though, died in his throat when he turned.

Ariadne was already gone.

Blinking in surprise, Souma looked around, trying to locate her, but the girl was simply gone. Either she had left the room or was hiding because no matter where he looked, he couldn't find her.

"Huh...I wonder where she ran off to."

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So far...so hungry...

Souma groaned as he trudged along. After his first day of school, Souma had gone in search of the student dorms where he would live from then until he finished his time at the school. When he had set out, he had completely forgotten just how large the school campus was.

When finally he located the Polar Star Dorm, it was not what he had been expecting. After all the expensive, extravagant buildings he had passed, he hadn't expected the old, almost creepy, western-styled building that he found.

Then he stepped foot into the dorm and all hell broke loose.

First, there was the smoke that resulted from a student turning the lounge into a smoke room. Then there was the stampede of wild game that another student had been keeping in her room.

And then he met the dorm mother.

Daimidou Fumio.

The old woman mixed with the weirdness he'd had already seen, and had Souma thinking he had ended up in a weird place again. Of course, matters only got worse when Souma found out that, in order to stay in the dorm, he had to cook a dish from ingredients he had on him and it would have to pass Fumio's test. Souma knew he was doomed for all he had on him was dried squid. If he couldn't think of something quick, then he would be camping out. Not an appealing idea with how cold it was.

"Give up! There's only leftover ingredients in the kitchen." Fumio told him. "You had bad luck today-"

"So I can use the leftovers?" Souma asked, cutting her off. "I'll take the skill test! Where's the kitchen?"

Fumio consented, leading Souma to the kitchen. Unlike the rest of the house, the kitchen was modern and well kept. A complete opposite when compared with the rest of the dorm.

"Whoa! What a nice kitchen! It's totally different from the exterior!" Souma remarked.

"Souma?"

Souma turned as someone poked their head out of the pantry. Smiling back at him as she untied an apron from over her uniform, was Ariadne.

"Oh! Hey, Sinclair!" Souma greeted.

"Call me Ariadne. Or Ari, I don't care. You looking to join the dorm, too?" Ariadne asked.

"Yeah. And you? Have you done your skill test, yet?" Souma asked.

"Just finished and was cleaning up. The kitchen is all your's now." Ariadne told him.

"Were you the one that used everything?" Souma asked.

Ariadne laughed as she folded her apron up. Draping it over one arm, she shook her head in answer to his question.

"No. I brought my own ingredients." Ariadne replied. "For the dishes that make up a majority of my most used dishes, I have to have special ingredients that most kitchens don't normally keep in stock."

"Like what?" Souma asked.

"Like my family's secret ingredient."

Souma opened his mouth to ask another question, but Ariadne raised a finger to her lips, smiling as she gave him a wink. A grin curled Souma's lips. He could respect a cooking secret. It just insured that he would taste-testing as many of Ariadne's dishes as he could until he figure out what it was.

Fumio butted in then.

"Listen, I hate kids that bluff the most! How many of the students' dishes do you think I've tasted...! Do you think I'll give an improvised dish a passing mark?" she demanded of Souma, as the boy moved past Ariadne to examine what ingredients were left in the kitchen.

"Yeah! This much should be enough!" Souma told Fumio, pulling his headband off his wrist and tying it into place. "Polar Star Dormitory mother, Daimidou Fumio-dono, please wait a minute!"

With that, Souma got to work, Fumio staring at him out of surprise. Ariadne simply smiled to herself before turning to Fumio.

"Fumio-dono, do you mind if I stick around to watch?" she asked politely.

"No, knock yourself out." Fumio replied, her attention almost completely focused on Souma.

Ariadne took a seat on a stool, draping her apron over the counter. She propped her elbows on the counter top and leaned forward to rest her chin in her hands, her eyes following Souma as he worked. As he moved from prep work to cooking, Ariadne closed her eyes, listening to the familiar, and comforting, sounds of the kitchen.

Those sounds...

It reminded Ariadne of home, of standing at the back of the kitchen while her parents moved about, the smells of their cooking still strong in her memory. When Souma opened the lid on his pan, dishing up his food, Ariadne opened her eyes, finding a fat and juicy looking hamburger steak sitting on the plate in front of Fumio.

"There should've been less than one gram of beef and pork minced meat. What kind of magic did you use to make this fleshy hamburger?!" Fumio demanded.

"I used canned mackerel to make this Mackerel Burger!" Souma answered.

"Canned mackerel?!"

Fumio couldn't hide her shock, Ariadne giggling lightly from her seat. Ariadne was already acquainted with how resourceful Souma could be just from his run in with a couple of miffed classmates earlier that day. Souma, though, decided to explain his improvisation to Fumio.

"Onions, eggs, bread crumbs and mackerel whose juice was lightly drained. I broke all of those into pieces and mixed them, added salt and pepper, and fried it. With that, you can make a fluffy mackerel burger! Moreover, when you add ponzu to the canned mackerel's juice and make it viscous using potato starch diluted with water, you get a great sauce with a refreshing flavor!" Souma explained.

"No way...that's...A hamburger made with canned mackerel would have a raw smell so strong that you wouldn't be able to eat it-"

Fumio cut off as she took a bite of the burger. Another giggle left Ariadne as a blissful look took over Fumio's expression, the woman nearly drooling at the taste of the burger. Without another word, Fumio next picked up the bowl of egg soup that Souma sat down next to the plate. She took a sip, her eyes opening wide in surprise when the taste washed over her tongue.

"Wha...what is this?!" Fumio asked. "Just how did you do this? There was no kelp, katsuobushi, or anything else you could make dashi from!"

"About that...I had some in my hands." Souma replied.

When Fumio merely gave him a questioning look, Souma reached up and flicked the piece of dried squid hanging from between his teeth.

"You're saying that you made dashi out of dried squid!?" Fumio asked.

"Sounds about right. Since the squid is dried, it's basically just a mass of delicious components. Boil it in water, add a little salt, and if makes a deep and effective dashi." Ariadne remarked.

"Right. I called this the Yukihira Style Improvised Mackerel Burger Meal!" Souma confirmed.

Fumio was impressed. That Souma had been able to come in, with next to no ingredients on hand, and make dishes of such good quality...Fumio couldn't help but let the nostalgic taste carry her back to memory from when she was young.

Ariadne raised an eyebrow, one side of her mouth twitching with the urge to smile as Fumio, lost in her memory, started making a kissy face at Souma, who had to push her away. Souma shot Ariadne a look when the girl began to laugh, Fumio collecting herself in the background. When Ariadne finally got herself under control, apologizing to Souma for the laughing, Fumio produced two keys, one marked 303 and the other 304.

"Alright! Your rooms are Room 303 and Room 304!" Fumio said, handing the former to Souma and the latter to Ariadne. "I'll accept both of your admissions into the dorm!"

"Thank you, Fumio-dono." Ariadne said, taking her key.

Turning, she and Souma collected their things and headed for their room.

"I'm heading for a bath first!" Souma cheered as they found the stairs and headed up.

"I think I'll get settled and give Taliyah a call." Ariadne replied.

"Taliyah?" Souma asked.

"My little sister. She's eight and wanted me to give her a call, tell her about the school, as soon as I was settled in my room."

"Oh, cool. So you two are close?" Souma asked.

A fond, but kind of sad smile curled Ariadne's lips, Souma blinking in a mix of surprise and questioning. Ariadne looked up to find the questioning look in his eyes and merely smiled brightly at him, dispelling the sad look completely.

"We are close. I hated leaving her behind, but what can you do?" Ariadne told him.

And that was that on the subject.

When they reached the third landing, Ariadne gave him a wave, leaving him to go bathe while she headed to her room. 304 was a corner room with a pleasantly stuffed bed, a desk and chair, bookshelf, two windows to lend the room plenty of nature light and a decent size closet. Now that Ariadne had passed the entrance test for the dorm, she could call home and have the rest of her things sent to her. For the time being, the two suitcases and the single equipment case she was carrying were quick to unpack.

During her unpacking, she came across some strange tubes sticking up out of the floor. Ariadne, ever the curious soul, examined the tubes, wondering what they were. She even opened the cap over one end and peered inside, but could seeing nothing but shadows.

"Huh...guess I'll have to ask Fumio-dono what these are for." Ariadne remarked to herself before going back to unpacking.

She hung the few sets of clothes she had brought up in the closet, neatly lined her shoes in the bottom, unpacked the bag of toiletries for the bath, tucking it away in the closet, too, and pulled out her bedding. She had just finished making her bed when she heard something move over head. Looking up, Ariadne came face to face with a handsome boy looking down at her from where he had moved a ceiling tile out of the way. Ariadne was frozen on the spot, her full lips parting in surprise as her eyes grew wide, even as he greeted her with a smile.

"Hello, transfer student! We're having a party to welcome you. Won't you join u..."

The boy trailed off as, calmly as possibly, Ariadne lifted one foot, pulled the slipper from her foot...and promptly threw it in his face.

As he fell from his perch, landing face first on the floor, Ariadne leaned over him, watching as he twitched. A normal girl would have gone running from the room or would have continued to beat the poor boy, but Ariadne had never been accused of being normal. Instead, she reached out to poke the back of his head.

"Uh...excusez-moi...are you dead?"

A weak thumbs-up and a groan was her answer. Ariadne heaved a sigh of relief, forgetting, for the moment, that this boy had popped out of her ceiling.

She was just glad she hadn't killed him...yet.

END

Author's Note: I love Ariadne. She's just fun to write. Well, as usual with me, I have another chapter to post, and the next chapter starts the character interactions I do before and after each chapter. I do update at least one story every Sunday. That doesn't mean that it's always going to be this one, but I do make an effort to update one story or another, so keep an eye out. I'll be right back with the next chapter, so enjoy and review! Bye!