[FFML] [Fanfic][Ranma][Ratatouille] The Secret of Ukyo: Food & Love - Chapter 3

[Wanderer D]

This is the third chapter so far... I don't know if I should really end it where I did, but I feel
it gives it a much better feel than resloving every situation by chapter :p C&C welcome!

Secret of Ukyo: Food & Love
Chapter 3
By Wanderer D

Author’s Note: I ran out of Red Wine while doing this, and it is a shame
 mainly because I’m only
left with Coke, and Coke + Roquefort = Bleh. Never doing that again
 ugh. On the other hand
 Pâté

drool.

-o-

“Welcome to La Ratatouille, Mrs. Kuonji, Mrs. Tendo.”  Linguini said with an apologetic smile. “We
have already selected tonight’s menu, and I know I said by this time we should have some tables,
but I am afraid that you will have to wait a bit, since we are very busy right now.”
Ukyo glanced at Nabiki, who winked. “I’ve only asked them to surprise us with something of their
choice tonight. Don’t worry, Alfredo, I think we can wait.”
“That is a very good choice to make, ladies, letting the excellent cook of La Ratatouille choose
the dinner for you.” A voice said.
Turning around, they faced a tall pale man, slightly hunched, and with a long beak-like nose.
Reminds me of a vulture, somehow
 Ukyo thought.
“Ah, Mr. Ego
” Linguini said with a smile. “Your table is ready sir.”
“If you ladies don’t mind, why don’t you accompany me for dinner?” Ego said, looming down over
both young women. “I am sure you wouldn’t mind some company.”
“Um
 let me introduce you,” Linguini said a little belated. “This is Chef Ukyo Kuonji, and her
business partner, Nabiki Tendo.” He then motioned at Ego. “And this is the former food critic,
Anton Ego.”
“Well
” Ukyo looked at Nabiki, who shrugged. “Sure, it would be a pleasure, Mr. Ego.”
Ego smiled, giving both girls an uneasy feeling. “Alfredo, I’ll take the same as the two ladies
will have for dinner tonight.” A surprised Linguini hurried to pull two more chairs to the
critic’s favorite table.

-o-

A slightly panicked Linguini burst into the kitchen. “Ego’s here!”
Colette glanced at him. “So? He comes very often. He owns half the place.”
“Yes! But he’s sharing the table with Mrs. Ukyo and Nabiki!”
At that, both Colette and Rémy both went to the kitchen door to look through the window, easily
spotting the former critic in an uneasy-looking conversation with the visiting entrepreneurs.
“That does not bode well.” Colette said. Rémy shook his head, watching Ego carefully.
“Well, they are here, we should just serve them what we planned, I guess.” Linguini said.
Rémy nodded and ran back to the counter, while Colette shook her head as something bothered her.
She stopped and looked back at Linguini, then the rat. “Do you think he’s deliberately acting so
forceful? He had calmed a lot since Gusteau’s
”
“Well
 whatever it is, it will come out soon enough.” Linguini shook his head as he picked up the
first dish.

-o-

“Ladies, Mr. Ego, to start, we have Pâté de Lapin
 I hope you enjoy it.” Linguini said, skating
back after laying down the plates.
Ego watched carefully as both Nabiki and Ukyo each tried a bit of pâté, both carefully spreading
it over the bread. Both of them taking in everything from the strong smell of the pâté to the
light brown color, the presentation, the very spirit of the food
 the only remaining test, of
course, being in the tasting.
“This is delicious.” Ukyo said, looking, for all Ego could tell, completely honest.
“Yes it is.” Nabiki nodded, a little more guarded than her friend, who seemed to be lost in bliss.
“I’ve heard that you both only arrived recently in France?” Anton took a bite of his pâté, smiling
a bit as the flavors invaded his very being, but not loosing sight of his purpose.
Ukyo nodded. “We arrived yesterday.”
Nabiki didn’t answer, choosing to look at the former critic with a clear expression of challenge.
Anton smiled back at her. “And what is the purpose of your visit, if I may ask?”
“Hm,” Nabiki smiled, finishing the last bit of her entrée. “You don’t beat around the bush, do
you?”
Ego’s smile disappeared as he glared at Nabiki, who glared right back.
“Filets de canard,” interrupted Linguini, quickly picking up the dishes and replacing them with
the main dish. “With, our Chef’s choice of wine; 1990, Aloxe-Corton. Enjoy
”
Linguini poured the red wine, leaving the bottle to rest as he skated off to take orders, his eyes
never really leaving Ego’s table.
“Well?” Ego asked, not looking down at his meal.
“We came to France because we’re interested in opening a Uchan’s.” Ukyo said, slowly moving her
wine glass.
Ego’s eyes narrowed. “Then, perhaps you will not mind telling me, what you were talking about with
Chef Skinner.”
Linguini, who was skating by almost fell over. Quickly recovering himself and looking around in
abject terror as everyone turned to look at him, he smiled, chuckled and quickly disappeared.
Ukyo narrowed her eyes. “If you’re implying
”
“We were discussing the nature of the chef of La Ratatouille.” Nabiki answered. “And he said very
interesting things.”
Ego’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “If you intend to use that information to threaten my
establishment, Mrs. Tendo
”
Nabiki’s smile was predatory. “I haven’t said anything about that, Mr. Ego, unless you feel there
is a threat should we actually mention it.”
“I warn you, Mrs. Tendo, that I will protect my friends and my investment.”
“And I warn you, Mr. Ego that I do not take kindly to either threats or accusations.”
Both suddenly stopped, realizing that in their anger, they had raised their voices, and now were
the center of attention of just about everyone in the restaurant.
Clearing his throat, Anton Ego, eased himself back into his chair. “Perhaps we should discuss this
after dinner, Mrs. Tendo?”
“It is fine with me if it is fine with you, Uk
” both looked at Ukyo, as she took another bite of
duck.
“What?”
“Ukyo
” Nabiki growled, leaning slightly in a threatening manner. “Were you not listening to the
kind Mr. Ego?”
“Oh, I was. But I get his point and I get yours and, well, it would be an insult to the Chef of La
Ratatouille, if we don’t enjoy our meal
 and this duck is absolutely fantastic.”
Nabiki’s eyes had opened wide and suddenly she smiled. “You remind me a lot of that kid, Asakura.
You’ve learnt to relax almost to a fault, Ukyo.”
“Hey, Yoh is a nice guy.” Ukyo said, taking a sip of wine. “But I’m not that bad. I just
 really
like this food.”
Despite himself Ego smiled and relaxed his shoulders. “Well then, perhaps I should take my cue
from you, Mrs. Kuonji.” He carefully cut a piece of duck, noticing how easy the knife sliced
through the meat, and the slow steam that rose from within the perfectly cooked meat. “It would
indeed be a shame to waste such a fine cooked dinner in a petty fight.”
Nabiki shook her head but also started eating.
Slowly, the attention of the diners went back to their own tables.

-o-

“I think Ego thinks Ukyo is after La Ratatouille, somehow.” Linguini said as he came into the
kitchen, having just delivered the main course. “He was implying something about them being in a
deal with Skinner
”
“What? That’s
” Colette couldn’t contain her anger. “If that is what those two are doing I’m going
to
” she grabbed her knife and was about to turn around and march into the diner when a wooden
spoon slammed on the knife’s blunt edge.
They both looked at Rémy.
“What is it, Little Chef?” Linguini asked.
Rémy just shook his head and motioned for them to calm down, going as far as taking deep breaths
himself. He then proceeded to motion Colette back with his paws. When she was a bit calm, he shook
his head, pointed outside, then gave them a thumbs up.
“Are you sure, Little Chef?” Colette asked. “If they are spying
”
Rémy shook his head, crossing his arms.
“Well
 he seems pretty sure about it
” Linguini ventured, looking askance at Colette. “I guess
we’ll have to let him, you know
 take the chance?”
Colette sighed. “I hope you’re right, Little Chef. I would also be very disappointed if it turned
out they were after La Ratatouille.”

-o-

“What did you think of the duck, Mrs. Kuonji?” Anton asked, carefully wiping his lips with a
napkin.
“I’m amazed at R- the Chef’s ability, Mr. Ego.” Ukyo said, cleaning the last bits off the dish. “A
simple recipe like Filets de canard, in his hands, is suddenly transformed into an impressive
dish
 I can’t tell all the ingredients in this sauce, plum based, obviously, but the quality, the
taste
”
“If we let her go on, Mr. Ego, we will be waiting until the end of time.” Nabiki said, also
clearing out the last of her plate, leaving it sparkling clean, just like Ego and Ukyo’s. “Suffice
is to say the quality of the food is extraordinary.”
Ego smirked as Linguini carefully picked up the dishes, leaving them to nurse the last of the
Aloxe-Corton.
“I suppose that we should talk for a bit about your previous restaurant openings, Mrs. Kuonji. As
you are aware, as an expert in food I might be able to tell you where the type of food you intend
to serve here in Paris might be best served.”
“Preferably somewhere with a little less venom, Mr. Ego.” Nabiki glared at the former critic.
As Linguini hovered near the table, in hopes of offering the dessert as soon as they finished
their wine, Ego took a pensive look.
“I have an inkling as to where you might put your restaurant.” Ego said, smiling sweetly at them.
“I know of a nice place at the Place d’Italie, right next to a certain hamburger place that will
suit you just fine.”
Nabiki almost shot out of her seat, but managed to just push her chair a back a little. Clenching
her teeth she glared daggers at Ego. “We are not Mac Donald’s. We do not serve fast food in our
restaurants.”
Ego shook his head. “You might be recognized internationally, but that does not mean Paris is for
you.” He leaned forward. “That much I can tell.”
Nabiki was about to retort when Ukyo stood up, almost throwing Linguini back. She glared at Ego,
who returned the glare with contempt. “How dare you judge my food when you haven’t even tried it?”
she said.
For a moment, Ego regretted his words, but, knowing what was at stake, he wouldn’t back down. “We
have plenty Japanese restaurants in Paris, my dear. What would one more change?”
Ukyo didn’t say anything for a moment, then she walked into the kitchen, amidst the surprise looks
of the diners.
Surprised, and worried, Ego tried to stand up, but a hand on his arm stopped him. He looked in
surprise and anger at Nabiki who shook her head.
“Sit down, Ego. It’s time you tasted a bit of Ukyo’s cooking.”

-o-

Colette didn’t look up as the kitchen door opened, not noticing Rémy stopping in his tracks.
“How’s everything outside, Alfredo? Ego let our diners in peace yet?”
“I’m afraid not.”
Colette whipped around, facing Ukyo, who had just walked into the kitchen. Quickly she moved in
front of Rémy, who was still paralyzed at being caught in the kitchen. “Eh
 Ukyo, hehe
 uh, no
offense but
 there are still guests and
”
Ukyo walked forward and stared at Colette straight in the eye. “I know about the Little Chef. Let
me speak to him.”
Colette was frozen in place. She was tough, she knew that. She had come above everyone else in a
highly sexist and competitive line of work
 but Ukyo’s eyes froze her in place. She could only
stammer a bit, but not move.
She was spared the choice when Rémy walked from behind her and looked up at Ukyo, breathing fast,
but holding his place.
Ukyo’s eyes instantly went warm, surprising Colette, who slid to the side, watching them.
“Rémy, I need you to let me use your kitchen for a moment. Will you?”
Colette, holding her breath, looked from Rémy to Ukyo, as the startled rat seemed to consider the
request. After a moment he nodded, and Ukyo flashed him a smile that could melt an iceberg. “Thank
you!”
Colette slowly breathed out as Ukyo quickly took out some flour, eggs and vegetables. “I don’t
have the proper flour, but this will do.”

-o-

“As I said, ladies and gentlemen, there is no need for concern, Mr. Ego simply asked Chef Ukyo to
prepare a dish for him, and she went into the kitchen to ask permission to use the installations,
after all, La Ratatouille’s chef is in command.” Nabiki explained, standing between the kitchen,
Linguini, Ego and the curious costumers. “Please enjoy your meals.”
Slowly people sank back into their respective chairs, and after a bit, Ego and Nabiki did
likewise.
“What is that girl thinking!” Ego growled.
“Well, you brought it on yourself.” Nabiki said, glaring at him. “You have absolutely no idea what
Ukyo has done and sacrificed to be able to cook like she does. Watching her cook is worth as much
as eating her food. She is a true master.”
Ego slunk back, still looking stubborn, but inwardly wincing at Nabiki’s words.

-o-

“And I though I was fast at cutting vegetables
” Colette said in awe as ingredients upon
ingredients flew through the air, being chopped in movements too fast for her to follow, landing
on the grill as almost at the same time, Ukyo prepared a sauce.
She was a bit worried as Ukyo glowed from time to time. Colette had stopped rubbing her eyes to
see if it was just a trick of the light. It was happening.
Rémy watched enthralled. He had seen professional cooks of Colette’s level and above in what used
to be Gusteau’s, but none of them were as deft as Ukyo was. He then, shook his head as a familiar
smell drifted to him. Doing a quick recount of Ukyo’s ingredients he almost did a double-take. He
slowly started smiling as the sauce heated under Ukyo’s watchful eye.
The girl caught Rémy’s eye and smiled.
Colette, who also noticed the familiar smell could only shake her head at the rapport between rat
and chef.

-o-

The doors to the kitchen opened and conversation in the diner room ceased as Ukyo walked up to the
table where Nabiki sat in silent guard over Ego.
She set the dish in front of the former food critic, who looked down at the dish quizzically.
There was something familiar about it, but he couldn’t place it.
“Here you go, Mr. Ego.” Ukyo said. “As per requested, my specialty; Okonomiyaki.”
Taking a knife and fork, and with the silent weight of everyone in the room looking at him on his
shoulders, he cut a little piece of the strange dish, absently using the edge of the Okonomiyaki
piece to pick up a bit of the sauce. He then placed it in his mouth and chewed.
His eyes closed as the flavor invaded his tongue; his palette melting at the sudden explosion of
vegetables. His eyes flared open as he looked down in amazement at the dish in front of him.
Again, he took another bite, and again, and again, a smile playing on his lips.
It was his favorite.
Ratatouille.

-o-

Linguini bid the last of the clients good night and closed the doors, bringing down the curtains
to block the view from the street as Colette, bringing Rémy on her hand, came out of the kitchen
and sat down. All of them watching a subdued Ego as he came to terms with what had happened.
Next to him, Ukyo and Nabiki slowly ate their Concorde Meringue, the last bit of the prepared
menu.
“So
 it was basically a Ratatouille Okonomiyaki
” Colette said. “And you prepared it in our
special sauce, having just tasted it last night?”
Ukyo nodded, still keeping her eyes on Ego.
Finally the critic sighed. “I
 I’m sorry, Mrs. Kuonji
 I was trying to protect La Ratatouille and
our Little Chef, but I ended up insulting a chef of impressive caliber.”
“That’s why I said I understood your point, Mr. Ego.” Ukyo said. “Having heard that we spoke to
Skinner, I was not surprised that you thought we would try to take advantage of knowing that the
Little Chef was a rat to close down this place.”
Ego, Colette and Linguini nodded.
“We were afraid you would take offense to having a rat in the kitchen
” Colette said. “That’s why
we didn’t tell you about the Little Chef.”
“I hope you really don’t mind, you know
 a rat cooking?” Linguini said.
Ukyo smiled and shook her head, looking down at the rat with a gentle smile. “Of course not, Ré
 I
mean, the Little Chef is an amazing cook, and I wouldn’t even consider that just because he is a
rat he can’t cook.”
Nabiki smirked. “If I’m not mistaken you actually taught a mouse to cook once, Ukyo.”
Ukyo looked back at Nabiki, a slight frown on her face
 “Yes
 Koji. He’s in America now, I think
”
The stares that the others gave her made her chuckle nervously. “Eh, well, you know
 he needed to
earn a living.”
Ego smiled. “I am really sorry for what I said
 I was out of place. I hope you will forgive me,
Chef Kuonji.”
“Ukyo is fine.” She said, smiling. “I know why you did it, just be a little more considerate next
time. Not everyone is an enemy.”
Ego nodded. “On that note, I should go. Thank you for the meal
” he looked from Rémy to Ukyo.
“Both of you. Good night.”

-o-

“I take it you’re going back there.” Nabiki said a few minutes after leaving La Ratatouille.
“Hmm?” Ukyo asked.
“You. Going back to Rémy. Now?” Nabiki asked.
“Oh
 yeah.” Ukyo said with a small smile. “I guess I could go talk to him.”
Nabiki shook her head. “You do know he’s a rat, right? And I mean it with outmost respect.”
Ukyo nodded. “Yes
 a rat.”
Nabiki sighed. “Fine. Here.” She then splashed Ukyo with a glass of cold water.
She looked with a certain amount of amusement as the little mouse picked the clothes and glared at
her.
“Nabiki! Why did you do that?!” Ukyo was half tempted to use her spatula to slam it on Nabiki’s
foot.
“Well
 you wanted to speak to Rémy right?”
Ukyo blushed. “Whatever! That doesn’t give you the right to splash me.”
Nabiki smirked and rolled her eyes. “Whatever Ukyo. Just don’t come back late.”
Ukyo growled. “I am sooo going to make you regret this, Nabiki! My vengeance will be swift and
humiliating!”
Nabiki, still smirking shrugged. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that. Anyway, you can stop squeaking
now. I don’t speak mouse, remember? Catch you later.”
Ukyo stared at Nabiki for a moment before turning around and walking back towards La Ratatouille.
“Someday, Nabs, I’m going to find out the truth behind your secret.”

-o-

“Hello, Rémy
” Ukyo said, as she made her way down from the window to the kitchen, where the chef
rat was busy cleaning his equipment with the help of Colette.
“Oh, hi, Ukyo!” Rémy said, putting down a spatula and walking up to her.
Ukyo could smell many different aromas coming from Rémy’s fur. From vegetables, to cheese, to the
combined smell of the soup and many other dishes
 she opened her eyes suddenly realizing that she
had leaned over towards the rat. She jumped back, blushing. “Um, sorry about that.”
Rémy, who was valiantly trying not to blush, smiled. “It’s
 okay, really. Your namesake came
earlier tonight and made a show of her skills.”
“Yeah, I heard, I hope you were not offended
”
“Not in the least!” Rémy said, excitement flashing in his eyes. “She cooked up a storm and in such
a manner
 I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Oh, you have your friend the mouse visiting us again.” Colette said, placing the last of the bits
and pieces in place and snapping the rat back to reality. “Welcome to La Ratatouille again, little
one.”
Ukyo smiled at Colette as the chef waved and went out of the kitchen.
“I’m glad you came back, Ukyo.” Rémy said after a moment. “I was hoping to go out with you, you
know, have you been to the Seine yet? I mean, in a boat?”
Ukyo smiled. “Not yet, but I would love to, Rémy.”
The chef’s smile mirrored Ukyo’s as Linguini walked into the kitchen. “Oh, hey, Little Chef

little mouse. I was going home, would you like a ride?”
Rémy shook his head, and Linguini frowned. “Are you sure?”
Rémy nodded.
Linguini sighed. “Okay Little Chef. See you later.”

-o-

“I get the feeling Linguini is not so happy about you and me being together.” Ukyo said, watching
the water of the Seine slowly drift below her.
“Ah, he’s just taking this too seriously.” Rémy said. “Don’t worry about it.”
Ukyo smiled and looked at the glowing city. “This is a beautiful place, Paris
”
“Yeah
 the best food, the best friends
 the best place to meet
”
Ukyo felt Rémy’s paw rest on hers and blushed, but did not pull away, she stared into the golden
reflections on the dark waters of the Seine, where she could barely see herself and Rémy sitting
together. “So, if Linguini is taking things too seriously, Rémy
 where are you taking me?”
The rat cook was silent for a few seconds. “I
 don’t know. You are the first mouse that I’ve ever
met that has a palette and sense of smell as keen as mine
 and you love to cook as well
” 
Ukyo was suddenly aware that she was leaning towards Rémy again, and this time the rat was also
leaning down. And she was surprised that for the first time, she did not reach for her spatula to
knock sense into herself for liking a rat.
She looked deep into Rémy’s brown eyes.
“Well, well, well
 what have we here?”
The sudden leering tone made Ukyo jump back from Rémy and turn around to face whoever had spoken.
“Isn’t that guy one of Django’s clan?” A rat said, stepping out from the group of ten that had
crept up behind them.
“Yeah!” Another said, leering at Ukyo. “And he’s got the little mouse girl with him.”
“Who are you?” Rémy asked.
“We should teach you a lesson
” the first rat added, pushing Rémy back.  “Didn’t Django tell you?
Paris is forbidden for you.”

-o-

End Chapter 3



       
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