► Merman Hotel

@Tanaka Koki Back to his stoicness. His face returned to an unamused look. He watched, though, the male closely. He seemed to enjoy it. Even the word 'wow' came out of his mouth. Good. If he did not like it, Kazuya would take it, and smash it in his face. "Glad you like it," he huffed, crossing his arms. Now what? Was he supposed to put on a show for the guy? Was he supposed to be happy that his pastry brought the Manager a smile? No. His sweets always did that to people. In fact, his sweets always got top notch compliments. They were award winning. After all, he was not the 'perfectionist' for nothing.

Of course, that came with a territory. He usually came off as cold, and distant. He hated getting involved with people, because he hated people. He especially hated the unprofessional kind. Those were the ones that got on his nerves the most. Ugh. How he hated them so much. Looking across the floor back to the kitchen, all the staff was staring, yet, working, at Kazuya. Then, at the Manager. They were shocked the new kid was able to make him smile. Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the male.

"You know my name," he sighed, rolling his head, and rubbing the back of his neck, "tell me yours." He knew nothing of this place. He knew nothing of the male in front of him. If he was going to work for him, he should at least know his name. Right?

[ GOMEN!! SUCH A SHORT POST!! T^T ]

@Kamenashi Kazuya He couldn't say that the fact the new guy haven't said anything to him just bowed, didn't annoy him but he was more patient than he seemed or the employees thought. This Kamenashi guy lit a sparkle of curiousity inside of Tanaka Koki's mind and the little flame was waiting for the yummy dessert eagerly. He knew he won't be disappointed, he didn't hire the chef for nothing.

After checking out Kamenashi's as he went back to the kitchen - hmmm, nice! -, suddenly he was aware of the complete silence that enveloped him and the stares he got from the staff.
"Do I look funny? Go and mind your own businesses!" He retorted, making the people move and ran like worried ants in a big ant hill.
Koki frowned for a moment and continued knocking on the table impatiently, waiting and fantasizing about the perfect dessert that soon will come.

First, it was just the scent of the rich chocolate that entered his lungs and made his mouth water. Second, he saw the masterpiece, in the hands of the nice- Kamenashi. One word was uttered finally but Koki couldn't concentrate. The sweets magnetized him and his eyes widened, taking in everything and still, the sight was as marvelous as it was the first time. The inner-Koki - the secret sweet-tooth - squealed non-stop.
"Wow." It was all that left the manager's mouth as he took his fork and tasted a bite from the perfection. Heaven. The tastes of different chocolates mixing one into his mouth and tingling his senses with sweetness and harmony left him completely speechless. It never happened before.

@Tanaka Koki "Gah! Look at him!" the boy gurgled in his own drool. Kamenashi hated this the most. The kids were all...kids. They were not wet behind the ears, and probably did not know the difference between an almond flour, and regular flour. Rolling his eyes, he could not help but growl at the display. It was practically empty. He hated that. Everyday, he needed to have the display case showing off the hard work. Showing off the delicious pastries, and drawing people in. He needed to have everything stacked, and ready to go. If not, he would throw a fit, fit for a king. Growling even more, he turned towards the sous-chef, and the wide-eyed doe looked at him. Gulping, he cringed. Kazuya was known for his fiery attitude. He was also well known for his perfectionism. He quickly got the picture Kazuya was trying to paint. Nodding, he turned to the others, and quickly put them to work. Looking out on the floor, he noticed someone calling him. No, not /anybody/. It was the manager. The entire kitchen fell silent as Kazuya pointed to himself. When he nodded, the new chef walked through the doors. The kitchen gulped in unison. What was it? The new kid getting called out by the Manager? Oh boy....

Walking through the doors, the boys in the kitchen quickly stopped. Was something wrong? Was the food bad? Why was the Manager calling the new kid over. Gulping almost in unison, the entire kitchen fell silent. But, Kazuya did not mind. He often did business with men much scarier than this. He walked through the floor, and bowed to the male in front of him. So, he knew Kazuya's reputation? Good. Then he would know, and be happy, that a great pastry chef worked for him. Nodding, he stood there, contemplating what he would bring out. Perhaps a bed of white chocolate truffle, a decadent chocolate cake laying on top, with a drizzle of fresh apricot jelly, with a few chocolate shavings. Sure, that sounded good. Bowing once more, the untalkative male retreated to the kitchen to get started.

Quickly, the dessert was done. But, it was done with such skill, even the entrée guys could not believe their eyes. It was a beautiful dish filled with color, and aroma. Bringing it out himself, he carried it as if it were his own child. Setting it down, he bowed once more. "Enjoy," he smiled, trying his best not to crack under the pressure. Pressure of his smile that was. The male hardly ever smiled. To anyone that is.

@Kamenashi Kazuya (( long *_____________* Ily <3 ))

He didn't need to take a look on the clock on the wall, his stomach revealed that it was lunch time by rumbling quietly.
"You are so impatient." Koki huffed, taking off his jacket and ing the first two buttons on his white shirt. Today was an extremely hot day and even though the air-conditioner was on, Koki could feel the hotness seep into his bones. Making him even hotter than he already was, haha.

As usual, he decided to visit the hotel's restaurant, strictly requesting the same food they served for the guests. He really cared about the quality and he didn't want people to belittle his precious hotel because of the food or because of the way he made his employees treat him. No, they had to cook the best food for him and even for the guests. And up to now, they didn't fail to satisfy both of them with their delicious meals.
He knew that most of the staff feared him because he was the boss and if he wanted to be honest, he clearly enjoyed it to a certain point.
The soup's rich taste seemed to explode on his tongue and he made an approving humm as he finished it. With the same speed, he ate the second curse as well, finally smiling because he could feel that the dessert was the next. The thing he loved the most in a lunch.
With his hawk-like eyes he immediately noticed the new guy among the kitchen's staff and waved to him to come closer.
"Kamenashi Kazuya, am I right? The new chef who is famous for his perfect pastries. Impress me." He sent a challanging glare toward the male who didn't seem to be as scared as the other people in the restaurant. No, he had pride shining in his eyes and Koki liked it.

@Kamenashi Kazuya He bowed to the host at the front, and smiled softly. It was his first day. Boy, was he nervous. Sighing softly, the male had his hair tied back in a small ponytail. His clothes, well, they were not kitchen regulated. In fact, no one could tell that he was actually one of the chefs. No, he hated that word. He specialized in pastries. He liked 'Pattisere' better. But, nowadays, they seemed to lump his kind in with those chefs who yell all the time. Rubbing the back of his neck, the male looked around. The restaurant was not as packed as usual. Thus, he could get more work done. Smiling, he made his way to the back room to change. Kazuya wore ripped blue jeans, a v-neck black shirt, and hightops. On his right wirst, he wore a gold watch. On his left wrist were two bracelets. On top of all that, he wore thick framed black glasses. Finally making his way back to the backroom, he looked for his locker. He had specially requested a double, just so his uniform would not wrinkle. And, he would get what he wanted. He was known all over the world for his perfect pastries. A 'control freak' some may call him. But, he prefered to be called an 'enthusiast for the arts'. That sounded so much better.

He found his locker, and opened it. The familiar scent of a newly pressed uniform filled his lungs, and made his heart skip a beat. There was nothing more beautiful than this scent. Sighing, he took out his uniform, and smiled. His name was written perfectly. Just the way he liked it. Taking the jacket off, he slung it around his shoulder, and buttoned it up. Now, the pants. No, he would not wear those. Instead, he had his own black pants - one much more professional than most. He smiled at his reflection and fixed his glasses once more. The door opened, and Kazuya quickly shoved his ripped jeans into the locker. Closing it, he fixed his collar. "K-Kazuya-san!" a boy called, huffing for air. "I knew you'd be here~ We need you in the kitchen. Hurry!" It sounded urgent. The male frowned, and followed the other. The little guy seemed to be in a panic. Quite quickly, they arrived in the kitchen, and pastry chefs were all gathered together. Once they saw Kazuya, they stood up, and bowed. "What's going on?" he asked, still frowning. One of the other boys pointed around the corner. "The hotel manager is here," he whimpered, looking out at the floor. Across the way was a male, eating peacefully. He did not seem to be so....dangerous. Well, that's the way they made him out to be.

With a satisfied smile playing on his lips, Tanaka Koki leaned back on his chair, loosening his tie a little bit. Today seemed wonderful, new people came and it always made the hotel manager happy and excited. Of course, he had pride so he didn't let it show on his face.
"So good~" He squealed to himself and ran his fingers through his hair.