Subject: [FFML] [SM][Spamfic]Iron Chef Senpai
From: Pippin Took
Date: 4/5/2000, 2:18 AM
To: FFML

Iron Chef Senpai
by Leloi

"Here I am in Japan, cooking with world class chefs
and... Oh my!  Is that a live fish?  If you just take
a mallet and 'pop' it over the head, it will stop
flapping around... No one will EVER know!  AHAHAHO!
Now you can prepare it in a nice... Um...  Excuse
me... Did you just cut up that live fish? Oh my!  Oh
yes, bits of fish guts all over the table.  Who's
going to clean that up?  AHAHAHO!"

Makoto rolled on the floor, laughing as she watched
the strange American woman try her hand at "fish
death."

Ami made a face and returned to her book.  She didn't
see what was so funny about a cooking game show.  The
idea of "fish death" bothered her but the others
seemed to enjoy it.  She tried to ignore the rest of
the girls, most of whom were howling with laughter at
the table while they took a study break.

"Look at the expression on her face..." Usagi gasped
between racks of hysterics.

"That mallet... Who does she think she is?  Akane
Tendo?" Minako asked with a giggle.

The others laughed harder, faces red with exertion.

"Yes... Well I feel a little sorry for the fish," Ami
said quietly.

The others looked at her in pure shock.

"Ami... We eat all fish," Rei said reasonably.

Ami shook her head and returned to her book.

The game show's master of ceremonies announced a new
chef.  Makoto sat up suddenly and her face flushed.

"What is it Mako-chan?" Usagi asked.

"That chef... He's my old senpai."

The others giggled.  "Mako-chan, you say that about
every guy you see," Minako laughed.

Makoto turned to face the others.  "No, he IS my old
senpai... The guy who dumped me."

Five pairs of eyes glued themselves to the television
to get a better look at the new chef.  He happily went
about his routine, oblivious to the fact that five
girls were watching his moves carefully.

"How did he get on television?" Usagi asked quietly.

Makoto shook her head.  "I don't know.  At my old
school we were both in the cooking club."

The man on the television tossed a couple of knives
and caught them effortlessly.

"What happened between you two?" Minako asked.

"He was a lot older than me. He wanted more than I was
ready to give him. I..." Makoto stopped herself and
glanced nervously at her audience.  She flushed and
dropped her eyes to study her knees.

Usagi scooted over to Makoto and gently drapped an arm
around her.  "It's OK, Mako-chan."

"I lost him because I couldn't... didn't..."  She
covered her eyes and began to cry.

The others crowded around her to offer their support.

"I'm sorry.  I shouldn't be crying like this," Makoto
said as she wiped away her tears.  "He was a bit
unfaithful, but I still loved him very much... You
know?  It hurt a lot."

"Mako-chan," Ami smiled sweetly.  "I think you should
go on that show and give him..."  She slammed her hand
against the table in a chopping motion.  "Senpai
death!"

Makoto stared at Ami in shock before her shoulders
started shaking and she fell to the floor in
hysterical laughter.

****
Author's notes:

Blame Julia.  She haunted me.  That laugh... AHAHAHO!

I wrote this for another group.  It started with Julia
and Iron Chef and went from there.

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