"Hahaha! We finally got all the heavenly kings together, didn't we Komatsu!" Toriko laughed, "Thanks to your cooking!"

Looking embarrassed, Komatsu rubbed his head and said, "You did all the real work, Toriko-san."
Toriko just shook his head and kept walking. He knew Komatsu wouldn't realize he was a huge part of what made the four heavenly kings be able to fit together so well. But he could try.
They were on the very top floor of a huge, fancy, and, of course, expensive restaurant (of Sani's choice, of course). Komatsu had brought some of his now famous century soup, since Zebura had never tried it before. He'd said something about wanting to try it, and, in his usual style, had stuck in the word cocky somewhere. Komatsu hadn't minded, but was still worried that Zebura wouldn't approve. That was Komatsu for you, Toriko thought. He's a good guy through and through.

Outside The Restaurant
Two women stood outside of the Heaven's Towers restaurant, looking up. One of them was a curvy redhead, and was wearing very short cutoff shorts paired with a tight black leather jacket, which had fur from the Ice Wolf lining the hood. She wore black leather high heeled boots that reached to just below her knees, and two katana hung from her hip. The only thing that marred her otherwise perfect appearance were her eyes. Well, not precisely her eyes. They were a deep, midnight blue, but on each iris curled a dragon, the right gold, the left silver. She was Dragon-Eyes, a renowned Bishokuya and

disciple of the way of Food Honor.

Her blonde companion was similarly beautiful. Her hair was the only odd thing about her, because, as anyone who knew Toriko would know, it had streaks in it the same exact color as his. She wore a black band of fabric over her ample chest that showed off her flat stomach, and a semi-sheer, blood red skirt that reached to just below her knees, with a gold sash at her waist. Concealed somewhere was a dagger that had saved her life many times. Her eyes, the same dark color as her sister's, were troubled.

"Sister... do you think... do you think he'll remember us? Will he be angry? Do you think he'll forgive us?" the blonde asked.

The redhead grinned and replied, "I don't know, and I don't care. Somethin' smells really fucking good, so let's get up there before they eat it all."

Laughing now, the blonde nodded, and they entered the restaurant together.

Top floor

"Toriko! Komatsu! You're finally here," Sani said, "I was starting to think you'd gotten poor Komatsu lost, Toriko."

Shaking his fist at Sani, Toriko shouted, "I have a fine sense of direction, idiot!" Sani just smirked at tossed his hair, looking superior.

"Hey, Komatsu, Toriko," Coco said calmly. He was as calm as Sani was aloof.

Zebura growled, "You'd better have brought something decent kid, I'm hungry."

"O-Of course, Zebura-san," Komatsu stammered.

"Are you getting... cocky?" Zebura snarled, as angry (on the outside) as usual.

"N-no Zebura-san!" he stammered, taking Zebura as seriously as always.

The head chef, Xhi, broke in with a fully loaded (and then some) cart full of the food they had ordered.

"Mmm sweet!" Toriko said, sitting down quickly and staring at the food.

The food was on the table in an instant, and the head chef left them to their meal.

"I give thanks to all the ingredients of the world," Toriko said, "Itadaki-"

Suddenly the elevator beeped and admitted two uninvited guests to their party. The redhead's eyes went straight to the biggest threats, the four heavenly kings, regarding them as though she felt threatened. Her hand was playing with the katana at her waist.

The blonde's reaction was radically different. The second the elevator doors opened her eyes had gone straight to Toriko, and had frozen there. She mouthed a word too quietly to hear, but her body was as frozen as her gaze.

Toriko half rose, turning to face the intruders on his meal. "Who are you guys?" he demanded.
His question was answered an instant later, as the blonde woman ran to him, and grabbed him in a hug, tears flowing down her face. "Brother... we came for you."

"EHHHHHHH?" everyone in the room but the two women and Toriko shouted, "BROTHER?"

Here, the redhead moved forward. "Cat... Let him go."

Tears still falling from her eyes, the blonde woman did as she said. "Ari, we finally found our brother! Are you really so cold you wouldn't greet him?"

"I would... but Cat, he doesn't remember who we are," Ari said, sadness in her eyes.

Laughing, Cat waved her sister's words off, "Of course he remembers! We're all grown up, sure, but we're family! So of course-," she cut herself off. She had turned back to Toriko, and had seen the truth for herself.

Toriko himself hadn't moved since Cat had thrown herself at him. He looked merely puzzled, and just a little bit frightened.

Coco tried to diffuse the situation by saying, "I'm sorry, but are you sure you have the right person? The only siblings Toriko has are us three."

"No... no!" Cat exclaimed, "He has to remember us! He HAS to! Yorun, tell them you know who we are!"

She turned to Toriko, who backed up. Tears again filled her eyes, but these weren't tears of happiness.

"Please... please say you remember, Yor-"

"Stop calling me that!"Toriko shouted, "I don't know you people! I have no siblings! My name is Toriko! I don't know who the hell Yorun is, but go find him and leave me alone!"

Here the other woman stepped forward. "Toriko, you say? I'm going to ask you to please listen-"

Sani suddenly stood up, slamming his fists on the table. "Toriko get away from them! I know her, she's Dragon-Eyes!"

With a gasp, Komatsu said, "You mean the Bishokukai? The one who's said to be a pain-filled death to her enemies, and supposedly as vicious as a rabid wolf?"

All four heavenly kings were now standing, thoroughly confused but battle ready.

"Wait wait wait! Calm the hell down, I'm ex-Bishokukai now, and I prefer to go by Arianna or Ari," she said, still unfazed.

Toriko snorted, "There's no such thing as ex-Bishokukai. They're all six feet under."

"Maybe my reputation will be enough of a voucher," the other woman said, "I'm Cathrine, the owner and head of Legend Island."

"A famous biologist traveling with an "ex" Bishokukai? What on earth..." Coco murmured.

"They're damn cocky, let's get rid of them and go back to the food," Zebura growled.

Chuckling darkly, Dragon-Eyes growled impertinently back, "Just try... Zebura... san."

"Voice Bullet!" he roared.

His attack flew towards Ari, but she was no longer standing where she had been. It hit the wall, which now looked like Swiss cheese.

"Nice try," she snarled, "But it's gonna take a hell of a lot more than that."

She moved to attack him, but when her sister threw out an arm to stop her, she stopped, albeit reluctantly.

"We're not here to fight. Of we could, however, we would like to speak to... Toriko."
Toriko opened his mouth, and it was obvious he would refuse, when a voice interrupted yet again.

"Toriko-san? I think, maybe, you should listen to them. No, definitely!" Komatsu said, looking determined.

"But, Komatsu," Toriko objected.

"How do you know they aren't telling the truth, Toriko-san? You should at least hear them out!" Komatsu said.
Sighing and running a hand through his hair, Toriko said, "Fine, but you're going to have to deal with everyone being here."

Looking relieved, Cathrine began, "Thank you, Toriko! You won't-"

He cut her off, angry, "Thank Komatsu, not me." He moved over to the table set to the side and took a seat.

Everyone else also moved to the table, Zebura (of course) still angry.

When everyone was settled, Cat said, "I think I should begin, because my story begins this. It's going to be a long one, and neither of us lived very good lives. Toriko, at the beginning of your life you were Yorun, our brother..." she began the long story of Toriko's past, hidden even from him all these years.