P.S. I'm hungry for you

First hunger

When I was eight years old I met a little boy who could eat a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean a very lot. He was smaller than me although he was one year older and he was able to eat ten times his own bodyweight! I was amazed by his eating skill. Because although he was practically slinging everything down like a snake he still had this look on his face. You could taste the food just by looking at him and it looked delicious.

And when I was watching him I had the urge to make other people look like that too. I thought it would be nice if somebody eats your food and is utterly happy afterwards. Because the boy was smiling when he finished everything and his smile was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my eight years. So I started teaching cooking myself since then. Time after time I felt the satisfaction well up inside of me every time somebody praised my cooking skills. And ever since then I kept dreaming about the boy. The little boy with his spiky black hair and his radiating smile.

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"Chichi, don't drool into the sauce!" The restaurant chef yelled to me while passing the kitchen. Snapping out of my thoughts I kept whirling the substance in front of me and whipped my mouth. I cursed myself for actually thinking about the little male. I was twenty by now; I should be interested into men, shouldn't I? And on top of that I was Sue-chef in a little restaurant, so no daydreaming for me at work!

"You were in your little world again, weren't you?" My coworker Lunch smirked at me while she dropped caramel fruits into a bitter chocolate bath. She was our pastry chef and my best friend at that. I smiled an "I can't help it" and poured the red vine sauce over the grilled meat before I rung the bell for the waiter to get it: "Table twelve ready!" and continued to concentrate on my menu.

"Why don't you just search for him, Chi?" Lunch asked me while we headed to our apartment complex after work. It was two o'clock in the morning, I was completely tired and my back was sore too. Lunch was as energetic as ever. She had a strange personality: Every time she was working she changed into a monster like worker with a bad mouth and a foul temper and when they finished everything, she was as sweet as the desserts she created. I sighed at her advice. She knew that I was in love with this little boy ever since he was at my home.

My father owned a little hotel in the mountains. And ever since I could think I was amazed by the work the employers did, just to make the customers as comfortable as they could. I liked happy people around me, so seeing them laugh as they are happy, was the happiness I was seeking for.

"I don't have to search for him, Lunch. He could be anywhere. It's enough for me to know that he is not an image I created. Well, I hope I didn't invent his existence…." Lunch snorted at my words.

"You know, Chi, I know you for ten years now since my mother started working for your father. We were friends at first sight and even on our first meeting I saw that you were in love with somebody. Your eyes were gleaming every time somebody said your meals were great. It was just like you would say: 'So he's going to like it as well!' You wouldn't think like that if it was someone you created in your head."

I sighed again at her words. She knew me too well…But then again I didn't want to let her be right. I just couldn't believe myself I couldn't get over a nine year old boy I met only one time in my life! And that was twelve years ago! I felt pathetic…

"Lunch, I want to experience love too, I really do! But I just don't seem to get over him! I'm a loser…What should I do? Maybe meeting someone will help me? But we have so much work to do when should there be time for romance?" I pouted. Now I felt stupid too, for actually pleading like that.

Lunch patted my head as I realized we were standing before my apartment door. "Don't overwork yourself. You will definitely meet somebody you will fall in love with head over heels. You just have to be confident." I felt tears forming in my eyes before I squeezed my friend and whimpered: "I love you!" Lunch laughed before she hugged me back. "So do I, but save those words for the important person in your life."

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A knocking sound was waking me up. I opened my heavy eyes and looked at the time. It was five in the morning! I slept for almost three hours, who the hell was making so much noise! I felt my temper rise as I turned on the light and looked around. The knocking sound came again and I immediately had the source figured out. It obviously was my stupid neighbor, whom I had never once seen the half year I was living in here. I rubbed my eyes before I threw a jacket over my shoulders.

I had no idea what this guy was doing but I wanted to make him stop! I needed my sleep! I looked like a monster right now but I didn't care. I was tired and I wanted to sleep in silence! I stood before his apartment door and gulped as the knocking sound became heavier any minute. Now I somehow got scarred. What if he was a psychopath who chopped a human being into little pieces right now? What if I was the next target because I found out? I shivered as I looked for blood but luckily didn't see anything. My legs were trembling as I read the nameplate: "Son Goku."

I suppressed a laugh. He actually had the name of the monkey in the chinese novel "Xiyouji". I had the image of a man inside my head jumping up and down like a monkey making the knocking sound and laughed out loud before I clapped one hand before my mouth and silenced myself again. This was not the time to daydream I said to myself before I pressed his doorbell with my still trembling finger.

I waited for a while before the door opened only a small amount and a young male voice asked friendly, almost sounding shy: "Can I help you?"

"Um…hi!" I said nervously. "My name's Chichi and I'm living next door."

"So?"

"I heard sounds from your apartment and wanted to know if everything's alright?" Great! Could my voice be a little lower? I sounded like a kindergarten child…who choked a fly!

"Oh!" Came the surprised answer and the door swung open completely. "I'm sorry, was I too loud? Actually I tried to cook something but somehow the knife always managed to fly from my grip and landed in the wall." He scratched his head in embarrassment. "Sorry that it woke you up, I promise to be more silent from now on!" He clasped his palms together and grinned at me.

I couldn't do but stare at him. He was big…

In height! I added in my head before my eyes could actually wander down. I blushed as I recognized the form of his nose, the blackness of his eyes, the shine from his white teeth, the spikiness of his hair and the happy smile of his face.

He looked like him.

"Hey, you still with me?" he asked me and waved his hands before my cloudy vision but I couldn't hear him anymore. I was daydreaming again…A rumbling sound brought me back and I shook my head in confusion.

"Ah, I'm really hungry…" The young man before me pouted as he patted his empty stomach. Then my working brain took over and I said without thinking first: "Want me to cook for you?"

His face lighted up immediately. "Really? That would be great!" Then he stepped to the side and let me in. What the hell was I doing? I screamed inside of my head as I heard the door close behind us. Now I was alone with him…I could be so stupid sometimes!

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I'm back guys! This plot just came suddenly popping up in my head and I just had to write it down before I forgot it again! =)
This time I decided to create something new for our pair, so both of them can be OOC sometimes because they have to fit my images…But I try to let them be as they are! I really do! Because I hate it if you only use the names but not their personality; 'cause I think you can't consider that FanFiciton anymore, or something like that^^

Tell me what you think! I don't want to let you guys down, so if you don't like it at all, I will think of something new!

Thanks!