Playing with Fire
Part 1 (ft. Riddle and Silver) I Part 2 (ft. Trey and Kalim) I Part 3 (ft. Jade and Lilia) I Part 4 (ft. Deuce and Jamil) I Part 5 (ft. Malleus and Ruggie) | Part 6 (ft. Cater and Rook) | Part 7 (ft. Sebek and Floyd)
In which Gordon Ramsay-kun is isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland. Part Food Wars, part Hell’s Kitchen, all Master Chef—Night Raven College isn’t ready to take on this Michelin Star celebrity!!
As the age-old saying goes, “if you play with fire, be prepared to get burned”! Will Idia and Ace be able to withstand the chef forged in the flames of hell’s kitchen?
asdhbasildsb PRETEND LIKE THIS ISN'T BEING PUT OUT AFTER THE EVENT 😭 (At least I'm all caught up on Master Chefs now...)
Imagine this…
"Alright, let's start cookin'!"
"HOLD IT!! Where do you think you’re going, Trappola?!”
"Gack!" Ace felt himself being yanked back by the collar, forcing the air out of him. The Ramshackle Prefect had him in a formidable grip—one rivaling that of Riddle's iron fist. "What's the big deal, stoppin' a guy from makin' a meal?"
A drawn-out sigh came from behind Gordon. “Fwehehe… Leave it to Ace-shi to solo-rush the boss battle… He's the type to button mash to skip past the tutorial and jump straight into things."
Annoyance surged up, and Ace spat out his heated words. "Oi, can it! Least I'm not shaking in my boots before getting anywhere NEAR the kitchen!"
“Not looking like that you aren’t.” Gordon flicked the first year’s chef’s hat, setting it askew. “Fix your hair! We don’t want any of it getting into the food.”
“Yeees, sir,” Ace groaned with an eye roll.
Gordon glanced at Idia, taking in the few hair clips he had scrounged up to clip his bangs back.
“You, Shroud!” Gordon snapped at him. “All your hair’s got to go up.”
“E-Eh…? All of it? B-But Ace-shi doesn’t have to! Th-This is gamer discrimination!!”
“Are your ears not working? Yes, I said ALL of it.” Gordon pointed to the blue flames that sprouted from the dorm leader’s scalp. “It has nothing to do with your hobbies, you’re a walking fire hazard!! What’s going to happen when a drop of oil hits you?”
“B-But my hair doesn’t even behave like regular fire does…” Idia mumbled, earning a glare from his instructor. “E-Eeep!! I-I got it, I’ll do it already!!”
“Oh, how the tables turn,” Ace sniggered as he secured the last of his bangs. The rest of his hair was too short to maneuver under his hat, spiking out on either side of his head.
“Alright, I’m gonna go ahead! Smell ya later, senpai!” He threw a wink and a wave at Idia before prancing into the kitchen.
The cheek and cheer made Idia cringe. What little motivation he had for this class wilted down to cinders.
He sniffed and mournfully did away with his hair, tucking every last bit of blue out of sight. When he at last dragged himself to the kitchen entryway, he hesitated on stepping through.
Haunting memories plagued his mind—the booming demands, the door being bashed down with fists and frying pans. Two monstrous men hovering above him as he cowered in a ball. The darkly easygoing expression on Floyd, Sebek in an imposing, militant stance, glaring down at him.
“Oi, Firefly Squid-senpai. This all the noodles you got? You’d better tell the truth or else Crocodile-chan and I will squeeze you senseless~”
Idia's fingers trembled terribly at the thought. Clamminess collected on his palms. The room seemed to spin
Gordon materialized by his frozen student's side.
“In you go then!” He gave a firm smack on Idia’s back, propelling him stumbling forward.
Ace, already at his station, looked up from inspecting bell peppers. A rainbow of red, orange, yellow, and green filled several baskets-but when he saw Idia, the peppers’ bright colors paled to Ace's massive grin.
“BAHAHAHAHAH!!” The first year keeled over, unable to contain his laughter. One arm cradled his stomach to keep himself from collapsing, the other pointing a knife at his upperclassman. “YOU TOTALLY LOOK BALD!!"
Idia flushed, shrinking into his chef's uniform. Were his hair visible, the flames would have, no doubt, been tinged pink with embarrassment.
"S-Sure, go for the low blow and pick on the guy whose character looks like crap in the event exclusive armor... This is why I wanted to send my tablet for this course instead of coming in person!!"
"Not bloody likely."
Idia stiffened at their instructor's voice, and the sharp clap that followed it. The sound echoed like static tracing along his scalp. His culinary nightmares had only just begun.
"If you've got the time to fuck around, you have time to cook. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, you two!"
Gordon Ramsay made sure to plant himself squarely between Ace and Idia's work benches. Knowing what chaos the kitchen grounds could breed, he didn't want to take any chances by leaving either or unsupervised. Not again, not after so many sessions with NRC's various problem children.
Chop, chop, chop...
"Groan..."
How many times have I taught this course by now? Gordon mused to himself, dragging a hand over his face. The horrors he had witnessed brought back the beginnings of a migraine, the slow simmer of rage.
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop...
"Groooan..."
They aren't all bad kids, he thought. Some were just misunderstood, overeager, or lacking the technical abilities. Patience, Gordon, patience. They're children. They have plenty of room to grow.
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop…
"GROOOOOOOOOOAN!!
He snapped.
“… Trappola, your task is to cut the bell peppers, not to complain as you do it!!" Gordon bellowed with a huff.
"But teeeach," Ace whined, "there's so many veggies!! Why do I have to be the one to chop them all, anyway? Just cuz it's easy doesn't mean I like doing this, y'know!! My hand hurts, it's totally cramping!"
"You have the talent to make them the same size and shape. That will help the peppers cook more evenly once we throw them on the heat." Gordon pointed to another basket full of peppers. "So suck it up!"
“Can’t you make Idia-senpai split this work?! He’s barely doing anything on his own anyway, and a cute little underclassman like me sure could use the extra helping hand!”
Gordon deadpanned.
“What?! I am cute,” Ace insisted, “and I wasn’t joking about wanting that helping hand.”
“And you’re not getting it.”
"Uggggh, fiiiiine.”
Ace unenthusiastically returned to his chopping board. As he brought his knife down, bisecting a crimson pepper, his expression lightened with a realization. “Hey, you know what? With so many peppers lying around, I could cram an extra helping of it into Deuce’s portion!!”
Gordon frowned. “… Is that seriously what’s motivating you?”
“Haha, yup 🎵”
What a fast turnaround. Perked right up.
“All I need now’s a dish that’s easy to hide peppers in! What should I go with? A soup? Stir fry? Oh, ooor I could do an omelet—the ultimate betrayal!” He snickered in a self-congratulatory manner. “Deuce won’t ever know what hit him!!”
The master chef heaved a sigh and glanced at Idia’s station, leaving Ace to his mise en place. “And how are you doing over there, Shroud?”
Idia jumped at the mention of his name. His fingers, sticky and (aptly) peppered with pepper seeds, were fumbling with measuring spoons.
"I-I'm fine..."
"Well, what's taking you so long? In the same time Trappola's knocked out a few crates, you've been standing around twiddlin' your thumbs."
"S-So what if my stat growth is a little slower than Ace-shi's?! Cut me some slack here, this process couldn't be more inefficient if it tried!!"
Idia furiously shook his head. "It'd all be done by now if I had a machine to throw together a meal... instead, I have to tediously measure spices by hand and deal with this stuffy place. These steps could all be automated."
Gordon snorted, unimpressed with the dour attitude. "If everything were automated, you'd be putting a lot of people out of their passions."
"Jobs," Idia corrected. "You mean their jobs."
"No, I mean their passions," Gordon shot back. "A fire burns because it has fuel, and passions exist because of the spirit behind them. That's something no A.I. could replicate."
"Hihihihi..." A smug, challenging smile emerged on Idia's blue lips. "Try telling that to Ortho. Bet he could perfectly recreate any recipe you throw at him in record time. Think you could honestly take him? Heh, bring it."
“You certainly changed your tone quickly—but if you can talk like that about your own creation, then I’d better see that same energy in your dish.” The closest pan was gripped and handed to a slack-jawed Idia.
“B-B-But…!!”
“Let’s see you put your money where your mouth is.”
Gordon was already at the stove, cranking up the heat. A circle of flames erupted from the burner. In the glow of the fire, Gordon appeared not human, but like a demon chef from hell.
“I-I wasn’t built for this!!” Idia wailed in protest, only to have a spatula at him.
His instructor’s response was blunt and full of snark. “Perfect opportunity for you to ‘get good’, then. There’s no teacher like experience.”
Idia struggled to produce a counter argument—but his mind was moving fasting than his body. Gordon had seized the arm with the pan by the wrist and guided it to the stove, adding a splash of oil to it. The third year flinched as heat crept onto his skin.
“Peppers in, and cook until tender!!” Gordon ordered. "If you can’t take this much, you won't last long in my kitchen!"
Idia fearfully obeyed, tossing in a few of the peppers he had just washed. The water droplets crackled upon contact, and—
Crackle, sssszzzt, POP!!
“E-EEEEEEeeEEeEP!!” Idia launched back, dodging the flecks of hot oil that sprayed at him. Cook until tender? The apprentice chef would be tenderized sooner than the vegetables would!
“Hoo, boy. This is gonna be a looong class,” Ace muttered from his station. "Dude has no chill at all..."
“Haven’t I suffered enough?! J-Just put me out of my misery alreadyyyy!!”
“We’ve only just started, boys!!” Gordon barked. There was no mistaking the blazing passion in his composure and in his eyes. “Put your backs into it!! I’ll make men out of you yet!!”
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To his credit Grim did manage to stay put. For five minutes. Five very long minutes in which he entertained himself by rifling through the infirmary.
Ugh. What did they expect him to do here?!
After some deliberation Grim decides to see what the enrolled students are up to. After all, as a future student he should get familiar with the classes!
Let's see…
“... you believe it! He’s forcing the entire dorm to work in his stupid cafe…”
“... had to fight for our dorm rooms…”
“... the wrong building! It was so embarrassing…”
Ehhh! Where's all the cool magic talk? These guys are boring.
Picking someone at random Grim follows from above. It's easy to float while propelling himself up the walls. The vaulted ceiling provides easy purchase.
Grim crosses paths with a lion beastman who recognized grim from the ceremony, but the guy doesn't seem to care.
Leona is heading to the greenhouse for a nap and is caught off guard by the little monster that attacked the opening ceremony. The cat monster absconds before Leona can decide what to do.
… Whatever. Not his problem.
…
Crowely returns with Yuu to pick up Grim for lunch but the pair finds the room disorganized but empty. Oh dear.
The headmaster is panicking at the thought of a monster roaming his school unsupervised. What would the press think! What would the board of directors say!
“Yuu! You must find him at once!”
“…Yeah fair enough. It was my idea to bring him in.”
But really, Grim’s combat stats are total weak sauce. How much damage can he cause?
…
Having peeked in on multiple different classes, and getting bored by all of them, Grim finds his way to the cafeteria. Lured by the smell of freshly cooked meals, our daring protagonist realizes how hungry he is and decides to steal some food.
Everyone is focused on their own lunch and don't notice the small furry body sneaking around. Grim easily snags a sandwich from a dark haired student (Deuce).
Deuce is visibly confused and asks the others at the table where his food went. A redhead (Ace) mocks Deuce, causing the others at the table to laugh.
Grim thinks he's so slick and starts getting bolder and steals from other people’s plates. Since this is Night Raven the boys immediately accuse each other and fight until someone spots Grim with their food. A small faction of the rioters break off to try and catch the little pest, but Grim makes a clean getaway and leaves chaos in his wake.
…
Yuu overhears a student with animal ears telling a taller student with a lion tail about how he was able to pocket some extra snacks because some monster broke in and was stealing lunches. Everyone blamed their losses on the flaming tanuki and Ruggie got off scott free! Shi Shi Shi~
“Was it blue!”
“Gah! Where did you-!”
“The monster! Was the fire blue?!”
“Uh, yes?”
Aww shit.
...
The infirmary isn't empty anymore. The staff are swamped and Yuu enters in time to hear as Crewel laments this year's batch of idiot puppies who couldn't behave for just one day.
“It’s not my fault!”
“That's what all the bad pups say.”
“But there was a monster! It had blue fire and stole my-”
“Quiet!”
“Really the excuses get more and more outrageou-”
Wait a minute.
Crewel’s head turns to Yuu.
Dammit Grim! I stood up for you!
Ugh, nothing for it, gotta dust off those investigation skills.
…
Grim is let down by how boring the classes seem and stumbles across Ace.
Ace identifies Grim as the beast from orientation and the cafeteria riot.
Grim protests being called a beast and declares he is a great magician.
Ace, never one to pass over a chance to be a little shit, pretends to believe Grim. He apologizes and introduces himself, saying what an honor it is to meet someone so talented.
Grim gets hopeful and excited.
“Yeah! It is an honor to meet me!”
“You sure were impressive during the ceremony. It takes real skill to light a place up like that!”
“Heh! That was nothing for the Great Grim!”
“Pfft”
Ace cant hold back the laughter.
“Yeah right! As if anyone would be impressed by some piddling weasel!”
“Hey!”
You’d think that one might be a little more cautious when faced with an unidentified monster, especially a monster with a proclivity for arson. But Ace wont let things like caution or good judgment get in the way of entertainment!
As for Grim, last night he fought off a monster in what was probably the most dangerous fight of his life. After something like that there's no way this chump is getting away with mocking Grim.
*FWOOSH*
Grim uses blast and yoinks Ace's magic pen! Its super effective!
“Hah! Who's the weasel now!”
…
Yuu is on the hunt. This in itself isn't too unusual, Duskfront City has had to deal with ghast infiltrators ever since the Dark Dragon’s failed siege. Unfortunately all of her tracking spells are for ghasts, and therefore useless for apprehending a runaway mascot character.
After questioning the witnesses and examining the scene of the crime Yuu deduces that yes, Grim should not have been left alone.
Dammit Grim!
But where could he have gone?
“Ahhhh! The walls are on fire!”
What
“Some guy is chasing the lunch monster!”
Oh no.
…
Grim doing pretty well. The stupid redhead cant keep up. Ha! The idiot just tripped!
Grim slows down to taunt his pursuer and bumps into some bluenett.
"Aha", Ace dives at them!
Grim dropped the pen. Damn it! The blue klutz distracted Grim!
Deuce recognizes his lunch thief!
Grim does not recognise his lunch victim.
Ace enlists Deuce's help in teaching the weasel a lesson.
Grim is faced with the consequences of his actions and says, 'Not today!'
Now there's two freshmen blasting up the halls while a catcoon makes flame infused leaps from wall-to-wall trying to lose them. The paintings are all shouting and ducking for cover while a few students are knocked aside.
Grim uses one’s face as a springboard.
Taking a moment to rest on a chandelier, Grim just can't resist shouting a few taunts.
“Heh heh heh! Catch me if you can!”
“No fair climbing up onto the chandelier, He’s a thief and a coward! I haven't really learned flight magic yet... What could I summon to hold onto him...? Hmmm... Oh! That's it!”
“Did you come up with somethi- Oh, hey! Stop! What are you doing?! Why are you pointing your pen at me?!”
“Because I'm going to launch you.”
“Are you kidding me?! Bwaaah! Put me down! Seriously, do not launch me! Abort! ABORT!”
“Just make sure to grab him tight. I've got him in my sights, and... Go!”
…
Yuu comes running in to see a light fixture fall and- HOLY SHIT THATS GRIM AND A STUDENT!
Butterflies go flying and Yuu catches the two before shrapnel from the chandelier can get them.
“What thE HELL GRIM!”
“Myaaah!”
Crowely bursts in
“Headmage, please! I can —”
Poor Deuce is cut off.
“First was the riot in the cafeteria! Then I hear about two freshmen tearing up the hallways with a monster! But even that wasn't enough for you!”
Okay so this is bad but –
“That chandelier was a magical artifact created for Night Raven upon its founding by a legendary artificer!”
Oh no.
“Everyone responsible for its destruction is expelled!”
“W-what! I was barely involved!”
“What am I going to do?! How am I going to tell my mother...?”
The blue guy looks ready to cry. Damn, Yuu’s feeling really bad now. Ugh, Grim may have been the main problem, but none of this could have happened if Yuu had taken this more seriously.
“Sir I was the one who insisted on Grim staying, the responsibility for something he instigated should fall on me.”
“I would estimate its worth to be no less than a billion thaumarks. And you intend to repay that sum?”
“Urk!”
“So much!”
Just looking at the other students' reactions – that must be a lifetime of debt! But she won't just back out dammit!
“That's… Um, I'll find a way.”
Yuu wonders what the employment laws are like here.
Crowely pauses for the first time since arriving and looks over the cowed delinquents.
“Ah… There may be one way to fix this.”
!!!!!
“The magestone that powered this chandelier was mined from the Dwarfs' Mine. If you can acquire a magestone with the same properties, it may be possible to repair it.”
!!!!!!!
...
Aaaand off to the mines we go
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