Fumio Daimido, the current Madonna of the Polar Star Dormitory was busying herself by vacuuming the carpet. Though busy, she was thinking of a particular gang of first years. "Ah, soon enough these rooms will be filled with those noisy children again..." she sighed and laughed quietly to herself.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and the distinct sound of people bickering back and forth caused Fumio to sigh again. "You know you're old when time really does fly..." she muttered. So she flung the door open wide, ready to scold her kids for being too loud. "Aish! Back al-" she cut herself off when she was met with the sight of a grown up Saiba Joichirou and a still young Nakiri Sakura piggybacking on his back. They were still arguing of course.

"Oi! Listen to me old man!" Sakura yelled. "Soma and I are not dating! Ya hear me?! NOT! N-O-T!!"

Joichirou burst into a fit of cackles. "Awww, my dear little Kura-chan is a tsundere," he ruffled her silver hair. "Don't worry, I'm sure it was love at first sight!" he then started to squeal and gush like a school girl like he did when he was talking to Kakono, Sakura's mother on the phone many weeks ago.

Sakura rolled her eyes, tossing her hair back. "I ain't no tsundere." She was about to come back with another snappy retort when Fumio charged into their bickering fest, quite literally actually, with a broom stick.

"OI! You kids!" she shook her head. "Joichirou's all grown up and you, Kura-chan, are still bickering at him like you do with your cousins." she sighed. "But anyways," Fumio turned her attention to the Totsuki alumnus. "You should have told me if you would be dropping by."

Joichirou shook his head. "Nah, I just happened to be in the area. Then I ran into Little Miss Tsundere over here," he gestured to Sakura, who huffed and crossed her arms. "and I was like, 'Why not?'" he grinned. "So where's Soma?"

"They're off at the training camp with the other alumni." Sakura answered curtly.

"Eh, already?!" the man was shocked at how quickly time had flew by.

"Speaking of which," Fumio tutted, clacking her broom stick against the old door frame. "Shouldn't you be with the other alumni right now?"

"Eh?!" Joichirou shouted again. "You were at the training camp?! As an ALUMNI?!" he asked in astonishment.

Sakura smacked his head. "Duh! 15 year old Nakiri Sakura who conquered Totsuki five years ago. Of course, I would be worthy enough to be an alumni at that training camp!" she exclaimed.

Fumio sighed. And now they were back to the arguing...

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A few hours later, Joichirou and Sakura's somewhat playful argument cooled down and now they were cooking their own full course meals for the incoming first years whilst talking about the past events, mainly Soma though.

Then, the doorbell rang again.

Isshiki Satoshi smiled a little bit. "They must be home now!"

Fumio rolled her eyes. "Yeah, let's just hope that it's actually not Dojima and Alice bickering with each other."

Satoshi laughed. "Very funny, Fumio. I'll go get the door!" So he did go get the door, where he was met by a smiling gang of first years from the Polar Star Dorm. "Two, four, six, eight....you're all here! Congratulations, guys! How'd it go?" he asked.

They all barged in, partially trampling him. "Mmm..." Daigo Aoki exclaimed, his nose sniffing the air. "Smell that aroma!"

"Yes!" his bickering counterpart, Shoji Sato, agreed. "I can't wait to finally have some of Fumio's cooking; it's been too long!"

The rest of them agreed, nodding their heads and followed a partially trampled Satoshi into the kitchen. "Well," Satoshi started. "Fumio's not cooking today..." he trailed off, waiting for the group's reaction.

"Then who?" Ibusaki Shun inquired curiously, voicing the thoughts of all of the Polar Star Dorm.

"You'll see..."

And they did. In the kitchen, they were met with the sight of the turquoise eyed beauty, known as Nakiri Sakura once again piggybacking the unknown salmon haired man (who knows how that happened...). "Oh, Soma! You're back? Help out a bit." Joichirou greeted casually.

"Yeah sure." Soma answered, just as casually.

"Prepare this for me, I've already taken out the dashi."

"Okay," Soma replied, just about to get to work when he realized something. "Wait, I just started helping without thinking, like at Yukihira, but...!"

Fumio raised a grayed brow. "What, you know him?"

Tadokoro stepped up, confused and nervous. "Wh-who is he?" she asked, gesturing towards to Joichirou.

"An old boy of Totsuki Academy and the Polar Star Dorm." informed Fumio to Tadokoro.

Soma jerked his head over to where Fumio and Tadokoro were talking (which caused him a severe case of whiplash) and sweatdropped. A Totsuki old boy?!

The old lady huffed out a breath. "Must be because of the generation gap...to think you wouldn't know Saiba Joichirou, former second seat of the Elite Ten."

Yuuki and Ryoko's mouths flew open. "Second seat?!" Yuuki exclaimed in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Soma was struggling to put the pieces of his dad's puzzle together. "S-Saiba...?"

Suddenly, Joichirou's face became alert. "Ah, the rice should be done soon, Kura-chan. Why don't you go take care of that? And Soma, hurry up and help me prepare this." he said indifferently, just as usual.

Soma was still shocked and very, very confused. "Shuddup! Just explain this Pops! And why the hell is Kura-chan on your back?!" Soma had to admit though, he was strangely annoyed by his friend and teacher being so intimate with his father.

Everybody in the Polar Star Dorm flew back in shock. "They're father and child?!"

Sakura raised her hand. "Oh, I guess it's my turn to do some explaining then...So this is Soma's dad, Saiba Joichirou, the former second seat of Totsuki. After dropping out of Totsuki for some pretty valid reasons, he changed his name to Yukihira Joichirou, so nobody would recognize him. Then the wife came into the picture and BOOM!! It happened! Yukihira Soma was born and so was Yukihira Diner. So, yeah." Sakura finished off lazily.

Everybody in the Polar Star Dorm was shocked, including Soma, who was cradling his head in his hands, muttering quietly. "Saiba....Pops....second seat...." he sighed, seemingly exhausted by all of the information he was struggling to process. "I really need more energy to take this all in."

Yuuki and Ryoko sweatdropped at the red head's lack of knowledge. "Ara, Yukihira is shaken up for once." The animal lover of the two pointed out.

Satoshi chuckled. "As expected from Yukihira-kun's father, Saiba Joichirou."

Joichirou looked up surprised, and he plopped himself down onto one of the chairs, sending a very angry Sakura to topple over on the floor. "Hmm, you know about me?"

Satoshi nodded. "Yes, I have seen your name in previous years' documents. You were described as "The Wandering Chef," a person who traveled around the world, wielding your many different skills in many different restaurants. I suppose around the time you had settled down, Yukihira Diner came into play, so you disappeared from the front lines." he grinned. "I'm Isshiki Satoshi, current seventh seat of the Elite Ten. It's an honor to meet you, Chef Saiba."

Joichirou shook Satoshi's outstretched hand. "Yeah, me too. By the way, I go by Yukihira now, but you can just call me Joichirou." he returned Satoshi's grin, rather unfazed by Satoshi's get-up. His pink kuma bear apron was usually something very offsetting to others.

Yuuki and Ryoko were thinking about the same things. Yuuki looked at Ryoko and vice versa. They seemed to send each other telepathic messages.

He isn't fazed at all by Isshiki-senpai's appearance at all. Ryoko remarked in her head.

Yuuki nodded. Yeah, as expected from a former Elite... She turned away from Ryoko to Soma. "Oh, Yukihira-kun. You literally just found out about this now?" she asked, incredulous.

Soma scratched the nape of his neck and smiled sheepishly. "Er, I only found out that he traveled overseas recently..." his eyes narrowed and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. "Ah, but come to think of it, when I was little, there were lots of calls on the telephone in foreign languages. Also, I found lots of pictures of my dad with foreign people in his albums."

Yuuki's jaw dropped. "You can't be serious! Get a hint, Yukihiraaaaaaa!!!" And she then proceeded to chase him up and down the dorm.

While Satoshi and Joichirou were conversing with each other like old friends, Fumio was entertaining herself by telling the rest of Polar Star Dorm about "The Golden Age." And then there was Sakura, who had picked herself up from the ground and was now cooking.

The fresh aroma of many different cuisines were drifting through the air. Arabian, Italian, African, all sorts. Soon enough, Sakura had finished what she and Joichirou had started. "Food's ready!" she shouted.

Joichirou got up, leaving behind Satoshi mid-way through his next question. "Now then! Th food will keep coming so let's have a toast!" he announced.

Yuuki and Tadokoro looked at each other, seemingly thinking the same thing. Wow, dishes made by a former Elite Ten. Soma's father no less...

Tadokoro fidgeted nervously. What will it taste like? As if on cue, Joichirou set down an appealing dish.

"Here, have some." he invited, with a rather charming yet masculine smile.

Hesitantly, Yuuki and Tadokoro took a spoon out of the slightly spicy dish. Instantly, they started to imagine the culinary pleasure of those Arabian nights. Sakura smirked, and it was all thanks to her Harissa seasoning!

And just as Sakura was thinking about her genius, Tadokoro asked, "Um...Saiba-san, what's this paste smeared onto the lamb meat?"

Joichirou grinned. "Oh, that? That's 'Harissa,' an all purpose seasoning-" he was interrupted by Sakura quickly punching him in the gut before scooting him away from a mildly amused Tadokoro. Sakura wouldn't stand to have him explain HER genius as if it was HIS.

"Sorry, Tadokoro. But I won't let Joichirou explain my creation for me!" she huffed. Tadokoro just giggled cutely and Sakura could easily see why Inui was so obsessed with her. "But as I was saying, 'Harissa' is an all purpose seasoning that was cultivated from chili peppers and other things native to North Africa. With traditional Middle Eastern cooking..." and Sakura continued to ramble on about her Harissa.

Meanwhile Joichirou was having a blast with Marui Zenji's reaction to his failed snake dish. Marui was eager to try it only to spit it out with a "HORRIBLEEEEEE!!!" face and find out it was a fail.

Instantly, Soma and Sakura (who also had a knack for making fun of her own horrible dishes) rushed to Joichirou's side, each of them taking their own bite of the snake dish. "Eugh, Pops! This really is bad, but my squid tentacles dressed in peanut butter is even worse!" Soma then proceeded to wave his arms around to reenact the motion of squid tentacles.

"Nonsense!" Joichirou protested. "We all know that my sardines dipped in strawberry jam will always stand as the worst of the worst!" and he, too, repeated the action.

Sakura cleared her throat. "I think you're forgetting about me. But I have created something far worse than squid tentacles dressed in peanut butter and sardines dipped in strawberry jam.....combined."

Joichirou scoffed while Soma gasped as Sakura pulled out a plate. "Behold, pickles stuffed with ice cream cake!" she smirked. "Nee, nee, Soma-kun. Wanna try some? You too, Joichirou!"

And just like that, Joichirou, Soma and Sakura were sucked into their own quarantine of disgusting foods.

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A.N: And there we go, guys! Another chappie! These previous chapters were mostly dedicated to Sakura and Soma and their school lives plus them getting to know each other. The next few chapters will be dedicated to turning up the heat! So I'm hoping that you're all sorta looking forward to that, 'cause I am!

So please comment to give me feedback and vote to show your appreciation, thank you!

Word Count: 2,033 words (Ooh, yes! I got over 2,000 words!

Ja nee~

-Lady Catherine Griffin of Somewhere Over the Rainbow