Hello, everyone! I'M NOT DEAD! XD Really really sorry about the long delay. School started and I've hit the ground running and have kept on running from the very start of class since I'm 4th year (or rather, now that I'm a Senior, since my country's educational system isn't the usual 12-year one). Things have been pretty hectic and will continue on being so for the next month and a half. And then I'll be free~ 8D (bah, what am I talking about? I'm going to miss my alma mater like crazy after grad :( )

Anyway, after I got the results to my college entrance tests, I decided that I needed a break so I...uh...watched Meet the Robinsons for the first time. LOL WAIT THIS IS RELEVANT TO THIS FIC. Anyway, after watching it, I was like 'AAAH I REMEMBER MY RATATOUILLE FIC ;A;' so I brought out my idea notebook again and reread my flowchart/plot notes for this fic. Ah, I'm still in love with it~

Moving on:

A CAVEAT: This is a pretty crappy chapter. And seriously, it is. I was supposed to combine it with the next chapter, but BAAAAH the next chapter is really bad! I need to rewrite it, but I don't know when I'll have time to do so. D: Also, if I combine it with the next chapter, the result will be uber LOOOONG. I'm sorry to disappoint the readers who were waiting for this to update (lol or am I just talking to myself here?) but you'll have to hang tight for a little bit more before getting something awesome. I promise the next time you see a 'new chapter' email sitting in your inbox, it'll be good.

For now, though, I hope this is enough to prove that I haven't abandoned this. D:

[btw the replies to the reviews are at the bottom of the page]


Chapter 3

A dog-eared slip of paper was slapped onto the table, right beside Remy's bowl of cereal.

"Morning to you too, Dad," Remy greeted as he picked it up. "'Milk, cereal, orange juice, double-A batteries, 40-watt florescent light bulb, cleaning supplies, 6-pack of beer, pack of cigarettes,'" he read aloud and gave the other man an uncertain look. "Uh…Dad?"

Django dragged his feet over to the kitchen counter, to where an empty, dusty coffee pot that hadn't been used in ages sat. He reached for the cabinet above it and pulled out the foil pack of instant coffee powder that sat inside. "Hot water?" he asked, his voice still raspy from having just woken up.

"Kettle's on the stove," he said before taking another bite of his breakfast, deciding it would be best to wait until his father had gotten his first serving of coffee to ask about the list.

As Django plopped himself down on the seat across Remy, his overflowing '#1 Dad' mug of coffee spilling some of its contents onto the table, he asked, "Where's the paper?" as he looked around with half-lidded eyes, as if he was disoriented.

"Paper boy hasn't come yet." By that time, Remy had already finished his breakfast. He wiped his mouth with a paper napkin that he had pinned underneath his plate. He held up the slip of paper his dad had given him. "Dad, this is the shopping list I gave you two days ago."

Django made a sound in his throat that sounded a little like a deep hrrr, just like the one made by a motorcycle accelerating in place. "Should stop paying that kid. Never delivers the paper on time." These, among other things, were what he muttered before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Dad." Remy leaned forward and snapped his fingers in front of the man's face, jolting the other man out of his stupor for the most part. He held up the paper. "What is this?"

"Oh, right." Django groaned and rotated his neck. It made popping sounds at certain places.

Remy made a face of slight disgust, which went unnoticed.

"I need you and Emile to run down to town today and run a few errands."

"…You want us to buy the things I asked you to get two days ago, with the addition of cigarettes and beer?"

He shrugged. "Pretty much."

Remy leaned back again and sighed, looking over the list once more. "Why can't you be the one to do this again?"

"Bernard's been arrested again. " He nonchalantly took a sip then continued when he saw the concerned look on his son's face. "Petty theft. The usual. Called me to bail him out around an hour ago."

Remy visibly relaxed. "I thought he finally worked up the courage to kill that neighbor of his he always complains about. What'd you say to him?"

"Told him to take care of his own problems." He huffed. "Wish I could follow through, though, but I can't. Being his big brother, I've gotta look out for him. No matter how much he deserves being in jail for a while." He shook his head, mumbling, "Kid never learns…"


A little background: Bernard is my Dad's youngest sibling, so he's my uncle. It's very weird when you take into consideration that I'm seven years older than him.

Since he basically didn't really have any real parental guidance to speak of (You can't really blame Grandma and Grandpa. After their fifth kid or so, they kinda stopped caring), he grew up a troublemaker.

"Troublemakers end up in jail," was what Dad always used to say to scare me and my brother from getting in with the wrong crowd, and yes, this much is true. Bernard has been to the police station no less than nine times. And that's only considering the times he's actually been caught doing something illegal.


"By the way," Django interrupted Remy's train of thought. "Where's Emile? You have to open up shop at 9." He glanced at the clock. "It's 8:30 already."

Remy pocketed the sheet of paper and took his plate and empty glass to the sink for washing. "He'll be down any minute now."

"How do you know?"

Remy, with his back turned to his father, allowed himself an amused, little smile.


It takes a very long time for Dad to notice patterns. It's been a year since he let me and Emile have free run of the shop so he could open new ones in nearby towns to employ our relatives at. It's been a year since we've been put in charge of opening the shop up at 9 and closing it at 6.

But it's been seven years since Emile has started sleeping in until 8:30, only to barrel into the kitchen, eat a serving of cereal in under two minutes, and rush back upstairs to bathe and prepare. All done before 8:45 rolls around, giving us ample time to motor on over to the shop and get ready for a day of business.

I wonder when Dad will notice.


As if on cue, heavy footsteps hastily plodded down the hallway and into the kitchen.

The owner of said footsteps rushed over to the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk before going over to the table, where a place had been prepared for him. A bowl, a spoon, a glass of orange juice, and a box of corn flakes greeted him, all set out by his little brother. He voiced his gratitude for that.

After a few moments, in the intervals between shoveling spoonfuls of food into his mouth, Emile turned to Django and jovially said, "Good morning, Dad!" His smile fell a little, though, when he saw the look on the older man's face—it looked like he was very perplexed indeed. He swallowed. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Remy wiped away the last drops of water from his plate and placed it inside the plastic cabinet beside the sink. He hung the dish towel on the handle of the oven, and as he exited the room, he gave his dad a smirk that clearly said I told you so.


HUUUUUUU I'M SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU ALL *HIDES*

REPLIES TO REVIEWS:

SparrowxLight - Thanks! The slash won't be coming for a while, but I hope you wait for it. :) I already have a beta-reader, but thank you for the offer.

empurple - Yeah, my stories are usually faster than this when it comes to pacing, but I discovered that this is the pace that I feel most comfortable with when reading. I made that discovery when I read this one fanfic that was SO FREAKING LONG but SO FREAKING BEAUTIFUL so yeah XD

PocketAces - 'slightly arrogant Remy and timidly awkward Linguini'...nice way of putting it! I didn't really think of those descriptions for them, but now that you mention it, that sums up their characters pretty well.

RooRooDoll - Thanks so much! It took me quite a while to 'translate' the plot from one angle to another, but I think (rather, HOPE) that I've got it down right. :D Like, if a Pixar person were to, on the off chance, read this one day, I want him tobe able to nod along and say 'That makes sense.' AAAH MY DREAM XD

PutMoneyInThyPurse - Ohwow I was really overwhelmed by your positive comments! o/o I seriously don't know what to say...XD;;; Thank you so much, though! :D It's reviews like yours that motivate me to keep on writing, so please don't hesitate to leave even more comments! XD And to be honest, I never really went and psychoanalyzed each character...I just got into them and tried to write them the way I'd see them reacting in each situation. I'm glad that it's serving as a way of adding even more depth to the story, which is something I really did hope to achieve. ^_^ Hope you keep following this story! (btw read my PM if you can :D)

Wolfenpilot687 - Thank you so much! It really warms my heart to be told that my story is easily imaginable because that means I'm doing something right (since this IS fanfiction, it's sometimes a little difficult to uphold that end of the bargain. Fanfiction is usually plagued by farfetched ideas and OOCness.)

Aiatalay - Yeah, I noticed that about kinkmeme posts too! And incoherency? :O I'm surprised to have reached that level! You never bribed me with fanart :( hahaha jk :P Thanks for the comment about picking up on other writers' styles! I really did try my best with that. I watched the movie like a bajillion times before even attempting to start writing this just so I could get Remy's voice down pat. And type away! I immensely enjoy reading long comments. :)

manakarijukoisme - The descriptions won't come out in a full-out shebang, but I'll be dropping hints here and there to what his general physical appearance is. I don't want to give an extremely long description because a lot of people usually ignore that (I'm one of those people). Instead, I want to give the reader a little freedom to imagine Remy as however they want to imagine him. I think it would make the story a little more enjoyable if I gave the reader their very own part to play. :) Um...to be honest, Remy will not be meeting Linguini for quite a while. QUITE A WHILE. I can't say any more than that because I'll be giving the plot twists away. :P Sorry! Still, I hope to see you still reading even after this reply! :D

steelnightshade123 - I think that's happened to everyone at least once. Glad you're liking it so far! :D Hope you stay for the ride.