Hello everyone~

I bring you a TorikoXKomatsu fanfiction.

I love Toriko, it in my top ten animes.

This is my second fanatic i have ever wrote. You will find that i'm not the best writer in the world. You will also find a bunch of spelling and grammar mistakes. Im not perfect. If you do see any big mistakes or questions please message me. Im going to try and to write this fanfiction till the end. Please bear with me until then.

Enjoy~

Chapter one

Welcome

"I finally made it." Komatsu breathe out a sign of relief. 'It took me years of practice, but I finally made it.'

Komatsu had his chef hat in his hand and luggage next to him. He looked up at the huge campus in front of him, which was called IGO: known as the most famous culinary school in the nation. Only the best of the best can get in. It's said that four out of one thousand can get accepted. The most famous chefs today had graduated from this very place. After years of working for Hotel Gourmet, a five star restaurant Komatsu finally made it.

Komatsu's wanted to become a chef ever since he could remember. He dreamed of becoming a world known chef. Now at the age of twenty five he made it happen. Komatsu didn't want become a world famous chef for fame or money. He wanted to make dishes that will make people happy, to make what people would never dream of, but in order to do this he needed more practice and access to information that you can't find anywhere but here. Magazines said that IGO created more than twenty different kinds of dishes, such as century soup, E.T Rice, BB Corn, and so many other dishes. Komatsu wanted to be one of those people who discover/made a new dish.

"Ok!" Komatsu said clutching his hand into a fist, determined. "I'll show the world what I'm made of." He grabbed his luggage and began to walk until he tripped face first on the ground.

"..." For a moment Komatsu didn't move.

"Are you ok?"

Komatsu looked up to find a man with black short hair kneeling next to him.

"Are you ok? It looked like you took quite a fall there." The man wore a concerning expression.

Embarrassed Komatsu immediately got up and brushed himself off. "I-I'm fine, that you."

The dark haired man grabbed Komatsu's chief hat, dusted it off and handed it back to him. "That's good." The man smiled. But do be careful next time."

"I will." Komatsu said bowing. "Thank you."

Once Komatsu was organized he looked back the man. He looked to be in his late twenties. He had choppy short black hair. Sideburns running down to the angles of his jaw, and he was wearing what seemed to be a brand name back suite. Not quite a business suite but with a little bit more spark to it, like what host where. Both his ears were pierced, his right ear sports gold stud in the lobe and his left ear is single gauged plug from which dangles a fuchsia chain that attached to a clasp worn on the helix of the same ear. Komatsu thought he kinda looked out if place.

"...I haven't see you around, are you new?" The man rubbed his chin.

"Oh! Yes, today's my first day." Komatsu said excitedly.

"...I see, and jugging by your hat, you're a chief."

"Yes." Komatsu nodded.

"..." The man stared hard at Komatsu with observing brown eyes.

"Hm?" Komatsu felt awkward under his piercing brown eyes. It felt like he was looking into his deepest thoughts and desires.

The man smiled. "Well good luck, do be careful we're you walk." With that the man took off.

'Weird.' Komatsu thought.

The black haired man stopped and looked back at the chief who started walking towards the reception building.

"...maybe." The dark haired man rubbed his chin. (Don't worry he doesn't have facial hair lol.)

"Wow!" That's all Komatsu could say when he walked into his dorm room. 'Could you even call this a dorm room? It's more like an apartment.'

When you first walk into the dorm room theirs a small entry way that leads to a full furnished living room. On the left are three doors, two of them bedrooms that have a full size bed and a walk in closet. The other room is the bathroom with a tub shower. But most of all is that the kitchen was more amazing then everything combines. It had just about everything down to the last utensil. The refrigerator was about two times bigger than an average refrigerator. The stove had six burners. Not to mention that the kitchen ware are top brand names.

Komatsu picked up a pan. 'This is Kenmore; just this pan alone is worth six hundred dollars!' He made his way to the refrigerator and opened it. It wasn't full but what it had inside was all the basic things you need. Milk, water, eggs, etc.

Even the milk brand is top named!' Komatsu gasped. 'A gallon is worth about fifty dollars.'

Komatsu sat down on the counter chair and took a deep breath. 'This is too much to take in.'

He began to think back to his fellow coworkers. How they all gave him a going away party. Drinking and eating away like there wasn't a care in the world. Saying Komatsu better not forget them when he becomes famous. How could he, they made him who he is today. They even gave him a going away present.

"That's right!" Komatsu went to his bedroom and into his suitcase. He pulled out a piece of cloth and brought it out into the kitchen.

When he opened the cloth there laid a knife. It was a simple looking knife, it had a wooden handle, and the blade was thin but thick. It was ordinary, but Komatsu though there was something else about it then it being ordinary. It was the knife that all his coworkers chipped in and got him. Saying it will bring luck to every one of his dishes. Komatsu cried, he thought about how much over time they did to earn the extra money to buy this knife. Sadly he hadn't tried it out yet but he's been taking care of it.

'Don't worry everyone I'll make wonderful dishes the world has ever known.' Komatsu griped the knife.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hm?" Komatsu put down the knife and headed towards the door. 'I wonder who could it be, it can't be my stuff that isn't supposed to arrive until tomorrow. Maybe it's my roommate, but why would they knock? They could just come in.'

Komatsu opened the door and who he saw was something he never expected. It was the black haired man he meets this morning.

"Hello again." The man smiled.

"H-Hello." Komatsu said a bit confused. 'Is he my roommate?'

"I apologize for my rude behavior this morning. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Coco and I'm the manager of this building and let me be the first to say welcome to IGO."

"Oh! Thank you."

"I'm going around making sure everyone is all set and has everything they need."

"Y-Yes! Everything is amazing. I can't believe how much stuff is here." Komatsu said happily.

Coco chuckled, "Well I'm glad everything is to your liking. If you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask. My room is on the third floor, room 36."

The man started to walk away until he paused.

"Oh that reminds me." Coco turned to Komatsu.

"There was a mix up with your roommate."

"Mix up?" Komatsu tilted his head a little bit.

"Yes, it seems that your roommate was already pared with someone, but don't worry we have someone to fill the spot. Due to this mix up you are not going to be with paired with another cook."

'Not another cook?' "Then who I'm I getting paired with?" Komatsu couldn't figure who else he would be paired with.

"Hmm well he's more of a food critic."

"Food critic?" Now Komatsu was more confused.

"Yes, he's..."

All of a sudden Coco's cellphone rang.

"Excuse me." Coco walked a bit away and pulled his phone out. After a few moments he hung up.

"I'm sorry but there seems to be an emergency, I have to go."

"Please do!" Komatsu said, he still had questions but he can wait until later.

"Thank you." Coco smiled. "Your roommate should be here tomorrow. Now if you excuse me." With that Coco left.

Komatsu closed the door and went back to the counter.

'A food critic? Well it did make sense since this is a culinary school, but why is one staying here?'

Komatsu couldn't figure it out he was too tired from all the excitement. He'll know more in the morning, right now he needed to get ready for bed.

To be continued.