Thread: Dawn Of A New Era (Yuna & Frogger's 1x1)

Hitomi Fukuyama Riku Kotabe I would not say I specialize in any one particular hobby or line of work... Riku replied in a thoughtful tone, picking up the sweet sake and taking a delicate sip. It was, indeed, one of her more...favored drinks, which meant that Hitomi knew she was in trouble. Her lips parting with a sigh, she set the cup down, and thought over her words carefully. Hitomi left the room without saying much else, with a light pink blush, no less, and Riku didn't bat an eye or pay any mind to her leaving. I suppose I can say...that if I had any one particular hobby or line of work... it would involve swords. My father taught my sisters and I when we were very young...for he always longed for sons, rather than daughters...and for myself, well...it stuck. I rather enjoy the weight of the blade in my hand, and I enjoy teaching those who are willing to learn how to defend themselves, should the case ever arise. The woman's smile serene, she took another sip of the sake...its rich, sweet flavor invading her senses for a moment. The next course came not too long after the appetizers, and these she picked over, taking a sample and nibbling on it before putting it back. It tasted quite good...but never will she give Hitomi that personal satisfaction. Not now, and not in a million years. While Hitsuki reassured the black-haired beauty the one with warm golden eyes, not the one with icy blue to take as long as she needed when it comes to dinner, that there was no sense in rushing with its preparation Hitomi knew of her mistress impatience, and knew better than to keep her waiting. Cold sweat trickling down the back of her neck, soaking into her kimonos collar and traveling down her spine, she made sure everything was cooked to perfection. D-Dinner is served Hitomi bent her head, black falling down over her shoulders like molten midnight while the young woman stepped forward. Hitomi brought out an assortment of dishes, each simple...and yet, the dishes culinary delights even with their simplicity. The suimono was a clear broth, sparingly garnished with seafood...and she experimented with its flavor, so that instead of just tasting the seafood, one would taste garlic, salt, pepper, and a hint of oregano. The otsukuri was thinly sliced raw fish, served on a bed of shredded Japanese radish, with soya sauce and a small amount of wasabi paste. Of course, the girl didnt know how much would be used of either...and so, brought out a small bowl of each, so that there would be plenty. A lump forming in her throat, mostly out of nerves and fear, she continued putting each dish on the table. I hope...they like this Nimono followed the Otsukuri, a dish made by boiling, simmering or stewing vegetables and meat. Tonight, Hitomi decided to simmer it, that way there would be more juices in the meat, and had cooked it all in a mixture of soya sauce, sweet cooking sake, and sugar. Really, all in all...it wasnt much, but she did hope their guest would like it. What was his name again? Takeda...Hitsuki? Nervous under all this pressure Hitomi tried not to appear as such. Yakimono was next to come, little whimsical curls of steam rising up from the plates of grilled meat. Hitomi knew that it was a bit risky, serving this...given how she was on thin ice as it is, but she did hope it would improve Rikus mood perhaps enough to lessen the punishment, even slightly. It was prized Japanese beef...something they did not often partake in, for it was on the expensive side...and yet, it was very delicious. Riku cast a critical eye over all the food, and found it...satisfactory. It was a good enough meal to serve while a guest was among them, which she thought most important. Her icy blue eyes blank, not revealing any thought she had, Hitomi took that everything was alright. Her lips curving around the edges into a relieved smile, the deep fried dish of their meal was unloaded from the tray, which was revealed to be tempura seafood and vegetables deep fried in a light flour batter. There was a light dipping sauce for flavor. The last two dishes were Mushimono and Sunomono. The steamed dish was chawanmushi, a rather savory egg custard Hitomi was particularly fond of, flavored with fish stock and containing small morsels of mushrooms, chicken, ginko nuts and seafood served in a teacup shaped dish. The vinegared dish consisted of vegetables and octopus, dressed in a vinegar based sauce...and served in small, shallow bowls. Head bent, Hitomi finally held onto an empty tray...and the table had a great number of dishes gracing its surface. H-How does it all look? she hesitantly asked, first glancing towards their guest, Hitsuki...and then looking towards Riku. It looks fine, dear. Come, sit, eat. Riku said this rather impatiently, gesturing to take the last remaining seat with a wave of her hand. Hitomi froze in place, panic written clearly on her features. W-What? Ive never eaten at the same time she has M-Maybe this has something to do with...him being here? Not daring to glance in the mans direction, she moved delicately over to the proffered seat, and arranged her skirts before doing so. Gold eyes peeked up through a veil of black, not sure whether or not to wait until Riku takes the first bite...or to just dig in. Hitomi nibbled on her lip nervously, torn with indecision, when her stomach gave a rather vicious growl, one loud enough for the other two to hear quite clearly. Ah! I-Im sorry! Embarrassment using a master artists brush to paint pink along her features, Hitomi bent her head in apology, with Riku glowering across the way. I didnt I didnt know I Lost for words, she simply hung her head, hands splayed out underneath the table in her lap, almost expecting something...anything from her mistress. Of course nothing came...however, that didnt help the knowledge that punishment was to come in the near future. It is alright, Hitomi Go ahead and eat. Youre hungry, Riku said with a forced smile, handing the embarrassed girl a bowl.