I woke up in a pure white room with nothing but a clay pot and some kitchen knives around it. It almost looked like one of those wierd dreams I used to have as a child, yet it seemed to be too realistic to be dream.
I went toward the clay pot, thinking why I ended up here in the first place.
Then I heard an angelic-like voice from somewhere above my head.
"Mosu Yashiro"
That is my name, I thought to myslef,
"Where am I ? Why am I here?" I kept on asking.
"You are dead" the voice replied "Unlucky for you, you died in a car acident a few hours ago" it was now clear to me that the voice belonged to a young girl "You were only eighteen, what a awful way to go"
How much does she know about me?!
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"You are probabely wondering who does this voice belong to, right?"
Suddenly, someone has appeared in front of me. It was a girl, just as I suspected, but there was something about her that made me shake my head. She was without a doubt a teenager. That;s correct.
"You are a kid..."
"Whaa?" She smiled "I'm no kid, but an angel" she pointed at her large white wings "See? My name is Latia, nice to meet you ^^ "
It was the first time I had ever seen such a sassy little person...
"Why the pot?"
"...?"
"I woke up here and first thing I saw was that pot in the corner"
"Aaah, I almost forgot" Latia flew over to the pot "You've been selected to become God's personal chew!" she added with childlish smile.
"A chef? Me? That must be a mistake, I can't even slice bread properly."
"There's no such thing as mistake, God himself had told me that you were a son of a famous cook"
"Doesn't mean I should be considered as one"
An awkward silence accured.
"Anywaaaay... You'll start by slicing these onions..."
"I haven't agreed to anything yet!"
Then I saw her crying. Her magnificant blonde hair covered girl's forehead and her eyes were filled with tears.
"Okay, but I'm only gonna do this one dish, and then I'm gone"
And thus months have passed.