The festival prep is school wide, all branches from all around the world is going to arrive to participate. I call dibs on cooking as I can and will be needing to be violent on something that isn't Fuma's face. The culinary department is not complaining, in fact Chef Ruby appointed me head chef. As I am indeed a chef. It isn't as popular as my crafting and designing, but it is quite profitable. The days leading up to The Hybrid Adoption Festival. Were tense, to say the least. I have multiple careers, one put on ice for the foreseeable future. Every single Hybrid has at the very minimum have two careers. I on the other hand for every career either put on ice or destroyed by hell fire (unlikely) I have at least three other careers to fall back on. Excessive? Maybe.
Necessary? Hell. Fucking. Yes.
I'm not Nina. Who is a supermodel and racer, by every means of the word.
Or Caesar, who is a fucking rich bastard. Who runs his own fucking empire.
Jo? He works for the school and sometimes works with Lumin at one of his many jobs. He recoils whenever he sees that I have multiple careers as he knows that it's a lot of work and to make sure that all of skills of said careers on the back burner are still there. But all four of them shutter when they see that not only are they still very much polished, but utterly weaponized and religiously maintained. I have a wide range of skills and I don't just stop and specialize in one particular thing. I don't hate working with any sort of ingredients or tools. I loathe working with malfunctioning tools, but luckily for me, so does everyone else.

I have worked with everything under the sun, making every single dish under the sun and making sure that every kind of dish had different versions in order to appease allergies and medical ailments. We also demand proof of said allergy because, people are awful and it's a known fact that Estelle College doesn't open it's gates to the general public. It's a school filled with only hybrids and a very select few of normal humans. The humans would usually would stay there until one of two things happen. They die in a Servitor attack or power goes straight to their heads and their skills as well as their knowledge becomes redundant and are fired as a result, so they won't be killed by the young Hybrids that have the power to kill them a thousand times over, but can't because it'll transform them into Servitors. No matter how deserving or tempting it is. I do not have the chance to become a Servitor though, I will become something else. More horrifying.
It wasn't a place that anyone should take lightly.
I have done a bunch of dishes and they all stored into status, especially things that needed time to get ready. I am in charge of the butchering, kneading and anything that required a large amount of brute force. So a lot of the baking and tenderizing meat. I also ground the meat into what was needed be it for sausage or ground meat. I also pound and knead any or all dough that comes my way. I see multiple food stations from all around the world. Japan being directly across form what I am stationed. I may not may not have made sure that Yumi had therapy and have taken classes on psychology. Yumi had gotten so pissed about the situation that she had been in. She actually nearly skinned her brother when she saw him again. I smirked when confronted by the other heads of multiple families, Fuma was the most pissed as she tried to kill him as it was his pushing that led her to live such a lonely and miserable life. I still smile when Yumi glares daggers at Fuma. Aoi rolled up his sleeves and got his nose to the grindstone and made Japanese street and festival food with the others, for a kabuki actor he's pretty good at cooking. Kai is stocking all the drinks, he's also the one that makes them as he's able to take up at least one hobby. He took up drink making. He knows I'm still pissed at him. He has tried to approach me only to be stopped at the door by the other chefs as well as kitchen staff, as I am holding dangerous weapons and I'll have no problems with testing my newly sharpened knives against his hide. He knows I'm still very much upset of what happened with my dog.

When I finish with day three of prep work, I am flagged down. I go to Chef Ruby, a gender non-binary Hybrid with ruby red hair, gray eyes and is dressed in white chef's clothes (they don't mind me calling them a he because it's normally a slip of the tongue or it fits the situation). No one can really tell if they are a boy or a girl for those that need clarification of the two gender identities. "The two of Japan wish to speak with you." they say, their voice a perfect mixture of Alto and Tenor. I knew exactly who they're talking about and I give them a hardened stare, "don't worry. The venue is my establishment and I'm serving this day." They explain smiling a small smile and a knowing wink. It's something known for those that know Chef Ruby, if you suffer from anxiety or an unfortunate situation and you happen to be under their rotation of protection; if anyone of anyone wants to get to the individual under their protection, they'll allow it...under certain conditions of course. They have full control of where they'll meet and when. It's almost always one of the establishments that Chef Ruby themselves own and if one of the individual's most trusted aren't there or work for them, Ruby themselves will serve them and make sure that all the staff keeps a close eye on them. And since the venue is under their full control, they choose the tables. Always in the middle of the room and to make sure it's in full view of everyone and within earshot of every server, bust-boy, cashier, hostess and even cleaning staff on shift that day. The individual is thoroughly protected and has enough witnesses so that the ones that wanted to meet said individual are screwed if they try and deny any wrongdoing. It also doesn't help that any of Chef Ruby's establishments attracts the willful, bold and helpful of society. To put it bluntly, it's checkmate for those that try to mess with those on their router and those directly under their protection.
It has saved a few lives every other shift, if not every week.

I walk to the establishment, it's a café. Chef Ruby owns and operates multiple different kinds of establishments, from cafés to buffets, Chef Ruby has complete control over them all. I am immediately led to the center table with the two people that I shouldn't ever be alone with. Kotaro Fuma and Kai Gen. They know I'm armed and they know that I am less than enthused that I am meeting with them. I sit down in the open seat directly before them. My hands are threaded tightly together and my elbows are on the table my eyes hardened and trained on their every move. "What. Do. You. Want?" I bite out, trying and slightly failing of restraining the venom within my voice. The anger and absolute fury is crystal clear. They see the slight shaking of my hands, gripping onto each other with a vengeance; I'm trying my damnedest not to tear them asunder, "I appreciate that you aren't drawing your weapons and going to kill us." Fuma says, only to be smacked by the back of the head by one of the servers, "I'm pretty sure she doesn't need her weapons to kill us." Kai Gen says with a shaky breath, "I'm pretty sure that she'll kill us with her bare hands." He says with a grim voice and his certainty was confirmed when an intricate and beautiful fruit smoothie called Fruit Weave in front of him by a different server. The two men pale. "I'm not repeating myself," I hiss.
Kai Gen is a handsome individual, tanned ivory skin (that has paled as he spends equal amounts of time outdoors and indoors), electric brown eyes with royal brown hair, diamond face and looking overall youthful, dressed in different attire than his normal kimono/yukata fit for royalty. He's actually dressed in modern attire. A long sleeved black turtleneck silk shirt with red spider mums upon it, black dress pants with a red belt and black dress shoes. His hair is actually incredibly long and is tied in a ponytail braid with silk and red diamond ribbon and is brushing against his back when if let fully let down, it reaches far past his feet (did I forget to mention the man is 5'11 3/4-6'2?), he is very much nervous seeing that I am very much unforgiving to the both of them and as I have nearly killed him by using his own hair. His skin is almost completely flawless...if it weren't for the blossom/leaf like scars upon the right side of his face. The gnarly shit is just directly under his shirt, what's on his face is the most mild...Lumin and Aoi got in the way.
Kotaro Fuma; an older hybrid with a full beard that is immaculately taken care of, his hair and beard are of grayish white steel his skin an aged ivory with wrinkles and all, his eyes bright hazel and is dressed in fancy black and gold kimono. The design? Koi. His hair is a neat yet wild style as it is the casualty of my blade and he does have multiple blade scars upon his face and his ears, three on his left ear. Thank Yumi. I tried to do a lot worse. His sharp features highlighted the beauty upon the older man. I hate him and plotting his demise calms me only a bit. He holds a poker face and unreadable body language but I can smell his fear.

"We've come to personally apologize for everything that happened to Aang." Kai starts, my eyes narrow upon the younger man, you actually bothered to learn his name. I thought and it shows on his face that he realizes that he's now treading on incredibly thin ice and an storm is headed his way if he doesn't says his piece. "I know what we've done is unforgivable." Kai explains, Fuma is not saying a word...smart on their end. If Fuma says anything that would offend me they will not survive the encounter. "SO." the younger man pulls out a metallic compact that is the same size of one of my compact mirrors within my purse with a glowing paw imprint upon the top, "Hydra will pay for everything regarding your new fur baby. Shots, insurance, vet visits, microchip, everything." Kai finishes pushing the compact to me. I then look at Kai, "There's more isn't there?" my voice is still ice cold and hard enough to hurt the worst of them, Kai nods, Fuma takes a drink of water as a basket of fluffy cheddar biscuits in between us. It's a large basket and is in the shape of heart paw prints in spirit of the adoption festival. "If you were to ever to decide to come back to Japan...Hydra will pay and provide everything you wish to make it the best trip possible. To hopefully provide you a better experience than your last visit." Fuma explains sliding a metallic Sensu Fan before me, black metal with glowing white in between with dim rainbow underneath the white, a beautiful blossom charm hanging off the bottom off of a silver cord.
I had eaten the biscuits as they have slid their gifts (peace offerings) to me. I had taken the two gifts and put them into my purse, "I thank you for the gifts." I say calmly to them as plates of the promotional ultra stuffed burritos, directly in front of us, they are of different kinds and even the tortillas are different colors. I was given a pastel white burrito and it has golden paw prints all over it, the burritos are wrapped in a biodegradable and transparent wrapping, the tortilla is pastel white with golden paw prints and is stuffed to the very brim to with all sorts of filling. I also see the other two, Fuma has bright crimson with dark green paw prints and Kai has a cyan blue with black paw prints. All three are different burritos and severely different fillings. My burrito is twice as big as the both of theirs...it's one of Chef Ruby's monster burritos. While Chef Ruby's burritos are pretty huge, like twice as big as Chipotle and Cilantro's but their monster burritos is half the size of a basketball in width and is at least three feet in height. Chef Ruby's monster burritos are 13lbs...and those are the smallest...the one before me is 15-20lbs from just eyeballing it and is just plain ginormous. The length is easily half of the table. I didn't mind and the two men pale as I pick up the burrito and begin munching. "I know you are a hybrid like myself...but how can you eat so much?" Kai asks as the monstrous burrito, also known as The Everything Sorrow and Comfort Burrito. "Being an American has it's perks." I answer as I take a drink of the large glass filled with a chocolate milkshake. The best kind of milkshake in my opinion. "I think a few of the food challenges in Japan would be beneficial for you." Kai says as I dive back into my burrito.

Just as we were leaving the restaurant. A Servitor had appeared. Kai, Fuma and I have jumped out of the way. This Servitor was far larger than other Servitors I've faced in the past. A Cloaked individual appeared next to the Servitor, most Servitors are red and gray and are humanoid monsters but this one is Black and Silver and almost resembles an vampire with giant ass claws and blades had a baby with Nemesis. Not pretty but exudes power. The Cloaked Individual summoned a double ended scythe, A dragon has appeared before us and we are in the fight of our lives.