Story: HHL: Film Project: To Uchan's!

Gonna throw a little something out there that I've been meaning to write for a while now. Last updated here.


The smell of okonomiyaki hit him like a lightning bolt, and you’d better believe Ataru knew what that felt like. The scene was so enticing that he very nearly forgot why he was actually there, and very nearly took a seat to gobble up whatever the chef put in front of him. In point of fact, it was the chef herself that shook him out of it. Oh, yes. It was amazing, really. On a superficial glance you really couldn’t tell this was a rather amazingly hot girl binding her breasts (her poor, poor breasts!) but Ataru could pick out the little details here and there that gave the game away.

Still. It would fool most people. Not him. Never him, no sir! Now, let’s see what we have here aside from a crossdressing hottie!

Standard okonomiyaki chef’s outfit, check. Hair tied up into a ponytail, but generally lets it flow a lot freer when not cooking. Loves cooking okonomiyaki, so hey, she was in the right business at the very least. No. Not loves it. Lives for it. Breathes it. Like an addiction that encapsulated love, but was ill defined by the word alone.

“Are we going to sit down, Mister Moroboshi?” the much smaller boy asked. Goodness, but Ataru had forgotten he was even there! “That smell is making me quite hungry.”

Yes, that would be a good front. It did smell completely delicious, and to that point he sat down to satisfy both hunger and his plans at the same time.

“Hello there, Kuonji-san!” he said once he’d shovelled the delicious meal down his throat. “I have to give my compliments! This is every bit the delicious treat I had heard from the theatre club president!”

“Don’t think anything of it, sugar!” Ukyo said. My, my, what an interesting accent. “Was there something else you wanted?”

“Hm, maybe just a little free advertising for your wonderful restaurant,” Ataru said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “After all, I’ve been put in charge of the inter-school film project between Tomobiki and Furinkan! Aside from the perfectly valid recommendation for your fine food, I came here to scout.” Well, not so much the place as the person. In which regard he really liked what he saw! Ataru found himself blinking in mild surprise as Ukyo suddenly shifted in place to put both hands behind her head and lean forward, until a flash of light came from his side. Interesting.

“So what exactly did you have in mind?” Ukyo asked, returning to what she was doing without any apparent awareness of abnormal behaviour. Very interesting.

“Well, aside from the invitation to have a very cute girl play a role in the film…” Aha, that got her interest! She was blushing and trying very hard not to! “We were hoping we might be able to use your restaurant for the film. In a way that wouldn’t interrupt the normal work you do here, obviously. It could be a handy little bit of promotion. Think about it.”

Ukyo wrung her hands and pressed her arms against the side of her chest while pouting, as another flash came from Gosunkugi’s camera. Once again she returned to her normal body language as soon as it was done, and showed absolutely no awareness she’d even done anything strange.

“I’ll think about it,” she said, but Ataru knew she was just considering the various angles and that he already had her on team. “I’ll get back to you when I’ve thought about this a little more.”

“Certainly!” Ataru said. “Here is my phone number.” Passing over a card, gently brushing fingers, small confusion at minor arousal. “Call me when you’ve made up your mind. We’re going to hang around here for a little while until a friend of mine shows up, as we told her to meet us here.”

Ukyo nodded and disappeared for a moment into a back room that was presumably full of supplies. Ataru looked around and saw a bell on the door. Right. Nobody else was here right now, but presumably if she heard the bell she’d come out and greet the customer. Alright.

“You’ve got her well trained, haven’t you?” Ataru whispered to Gosunkugi.

“She didn’t even know I was here,” Gosunkugi said. “Nobody ever pays me attention, but... I don’t know what it is, but it’s like cute girls can’t help but make sexy poses when I point my camera at them. Almost none of them even notice me, even if I’m doing it right in front of their faces.”

“Sort of the opposite problem Kuno has, I guess,” Ataru sighed. “You know, Lum might be a while. Why don’t we try seeing just how far we can push Ukyo Kuonji?”