Disclaimer: I do not own Toriko. Toriko belongs to a mangaka of ambiguous sexuality and Shounen Jump.

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Toriko

Primary Colors

By Cyberweasel89

Prologue: Trinity

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Warning you, rating is primarily for language. The main character has quite a potty mouth, and it even comes across in her third-person limited narrations. You've been warned, ya fucks.

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"Ow! What the fuck, bitch!"

She cracked her knuckles, staring down at the miserable guy on the floor.

"Touch my ass again and you'll get more than a knuckle sandwich!"

Of course, her manager ran over, a big black bald guy with an ever-present pair of shades and a cauliflower ear. "Red Bones! Did you just punch out a customer? Again?!"

She turned to face him, her head of long, frizzy red hair flowing around her. "Of course I did! This club has a strict no-touching policy!"

"Yes, but if they touch you, you're supposed to get me, not act out on your own!"

Of course, the spectacle had drawn the attention of both the other customers and her fellow employees, girls getting off the poles to watch.

"You expect me to run and tattle when some jackass cops a feel?"

"Yes! That's it, Red Bones! You're fired!"

"Good riddance! You're all assholes!" she growled, stomping off to the backroom to change out of her ridiculous red bikini costume and get dressed.

With a sigh, Blair O'Hanrahan left Shooters, fired from the strip club she was using to pay her way through college. Pulling her coat around herself in the frigid air of January third, she slung her messenger back over her shoulder and was about to head back to her student apartment, when a man approached her. Middle-aged, balding, and with a mustache.

"Blair O'Hanrahan?" he asked.

The college student reached for her mace hanging from her keychain. "Who wants to fucking know?"

"Are you an employee of Shooters?

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"Not anymore. Why?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at the man.

"I'm Lance, and I'm a professor at the college. How would you like a new job, one where you can still take your clothes off for money, but not for sexual reasons?"

"Look, you have two minutes to stop being a goddamn creeper before I grab your fucking balls and squeeze them until they burst." she stated calmly.

Unphased, the man continued. "I'm offering you the chance to model nude for my human anatomy sketching class."

Seriously? "What's the pay?"

"A hundred dollars per session, for about two hours three days a week, as well as a break on your tuition."

"Really? Tuition?"

"Yes. This job is exclusively for students of the college, and is officially sanctioned by the dean as an on-campus student job."

"Okay... But why me?"

"Well, for one, I know you're okay being naked in front of others from your job. Or, rather, previous job. But second, I like to have my students study and sketch men and women with unusual anatomy. Anorexic girls for the bone structure, overweight girls for the curves. You, on the other hand, would present a very nice study case for full-body freckles."

Blair raised a crimson eyebrow at that. "Fuckin' seriously?"

"Yes! Anyway, just think about it. Give me a call if you want to take me up on it. You could be earning three hundred dollars for six hours a week. Here's my card."

The professor, who Blair suddenly realized she'd seen walking the halls of the college before, seemingly produced a business card from thin air, handing it to her.

"How the fuck did you do that?" she asked, taking it and putting it in her coat pocket.

"I'm an amateur magician. Call it a hobby. Anyway, I should get back to my office. You get home safe, Miss O'Hanrahan."

The art professor left, leaving Blair confused. Shrugging, she made her way to the bus stop and rode it to her student apartment.

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Blair shared her student apartment with two other college students.

"Reddy's home!"

She was promptly scooped up and hugged to death by a much taller male student with dyed blue hair. A girl with long blonde hair and glasses, a golden ribbon in her hair, sat on the sofa playing Call of Duty, merely glancing at her returning roommate with a wave and small smile.

The blonde girl standing at 5'6" was Freya Bronwen, and she was majoring in engineering with a minor in neurology (go figure). At first, Blair didn't like her since, at a 40DDD, she was two cup sizes bigger than Blair's own 32D, but the girl was so quiet and shy, that Blair couldn't help feeling the need to both protect and tease her. Supposedly, she was half Swedish and half Cherokee, explaining her dark skin but blonde hair and blue eyes.

The boy with dyed blue hair, meticulously styled into an upright mess of spikes with five pounds of hair gel, and standing at 6'0" was Tobi Takachiho. Of Japanese ancestry but born and raised right here in New York, he was, like all three of them, an otaku and gamer, though he was majoring in medicine and minoring in psychology, aiming to be a doctor of both body and mind. Normally, Blair would object to rooming with a guy her age, twenty-one, but luckily for both his female roommates, he was flamingly homosexual. Kind of a shame, to Blair. She could get lost in those brown eyes, like dark pools...

Blair O'Hanrahan was a ginger. A mixture of half Irish and half Scottish, Blair was only barely a citizen of the United States, having been born in an American military base in Panama to a mother and father both serving on active duty at that base at the time. Both her parents were soldiers still on active duty, and they certainly passed onto their daughter their fighting spirit. With flaming red hair, green eyes, and full body freckles, she stood at a measly 5'0" tall, but made up for her tiny size with a sizable ass and chest. Nicknamed the "ginger glutton" by her two roommates, she was known for packing away more food than her tiny body could seemingly hold, and was actually majoring in the culinary arts and minoring in English. She planned to become a chef, and hopefully also a food critic using her English degree.

You'd think that the anime and manga Toriko would be right up her alley, but considering the long list of anime and manga her roommates and her still had to watch, it was pretty far down the list.

"Take it off or I'll break it off." Blair growled as Tobi squeezed the life out of her.

The fruit (and Blair used that term affectionately for her male roommate) reluctantly set her down, a big smile on his face of fresh make up. That damn guyliner... You wouldn't catch Blair dead in that shit.

"How was your day, sweetie?"

"Ugh. It's a long story. Just direct me to the damn kitchen so I can let loose my frustration." Blair grumbled, shedding her coat and pulling her Aperture Science T-shirt over her head.

"Um... N-No meat in mine, please?" a tiny voice came from the couch, barely audible over the sound of gunfire and explosions from Call of Duty: Ghosts. Vegetarians. Blair just couldn't figure them out.

When the ginger reached the kitchen, she was wearing only a bright red sports bra and a pair of matching red boyshorts. When you shared an apartment with a girl and a gay guy, there were certain privileges. Blair was almost always in her underwear, while Tobi and (surprisingly) Freya walked around naked a lot. Blair had to admit, she enjoyed staring at Tobi's package. The guy was 'fucking hung' as she bragged to some of the ladies in her clubs, classes, and at work.

Anyway, Blair was pretty much the chef of the household, making gourmet meals for her two roommates. They rarely ever ordered take-out, since Blair could even cook Chinese food. They occasionally talked about taking a cooking shift, but Blair insisted she needed the practice for her major, and that cooking was how she blew off steam. Freya fixed anything around the apartment, and Tobi they often consulted for medical advice. A cook, doctor, and mechanic all living in an apartment. Blair often joked they should get their own sitcom.

When it was time for dinner, Blair threw off her apron and gathered her roommates to the table. Freya was naked, but Tobi, much to the ginger's disappointment, was wearing a pair of blue briefs. The guy's state of dress, whether nothing or very little, depended entirely on his mood, while Freya was pretty much always naked, and Blair only got out of her undies to sleep or bathe.

"So, what happened at work, my little freshly-picked ginger?" Tobi asked, twirling some lo mein on his fork while staring at his roommate with his chin resting on his palm. She swore, he was more feminine than Blair herself, and maybe a bit more than even Freya. Hell, maybe more effeminate then his two female roommates combined.

"Ugh. I got fired from Shooters." Blair grumbled.

"Awww... I'm so sorry, Blair. I know you liked it there." Freya consoled.

"Correction. I liked dancing nearly-naked and stripping almost naked in a controlled environment. I fucking hated it there. The guys were perverted jerkoffs." Freya winced at Blair's swearing, but then again, the girl always did.

"Now you'll need to find a new job then, huh, honey bun?" Tobi sighed.

"Well, a guy offered me a new one as soon as I walked out. Nude model for his art class."

Freya perked at that. "Really? Professor Lance Bascom offered you to nude model? Do you have any idea how awesome that is, Blair? I've been trying to ask him to let me nude model for his class my entire stay at this school, but he kept telling me he already had a curvy, buxom model! You have to say yes! It'd be a dream come true!"

"Yeah, for you." Blair accused through a mouth full of lo mein. "You'll find any excuse to get naked in public, Frey, ya goddamn exhibitionist. I'm not getting fucking naked in a classroom full of horny artists."

"But Reddy, sweetie-pie, you got naked at the strip club for even hornier men."

"That was different. I never went past underwear-level when stripping. This time I'd be completely naked with a bunch of artistic weirdos studying my every inch, drawing my naked body for who knows who else to see and- Frey, Christ! If you're gonna do that, go to your room or the bathroom! We talked about this! You can get naked in front of us, but no schlicking! Especially when you're fantasizing yourself in my hypothetical situation! God, what the fuck is wrong with you? How can a girl so shy be such a fucking pervert?"

Tobi just giggled in that way only flaming fruitcakes can. Again, Blair used that term lovingly. After dinner, they played some Super Smash Brothers, watched some Fairy Tail, and went to bed, Blair gazing at the card for the art professor. Should she say yes? It seemed like next to no work for a shit-ton of money, and a bonus on her tuition. Hmmm...

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Blair arrived at the art classroom the next day, Monday, finding the class preparing for the day.

"Ah, you're here, Miss O'Hanrahan. Great! Are you ready?"

"Ugh. Ready as I'll ever be."

"Okay! The curtain is over there if you want to-"

Blair slipped off her jacket and kicked off her shoes, revealing she was naked under it.

"Uhhh... Miss O'Hanrahan, we had a sheet you could change behind and a box you could put your clothes in."

"Christ, why didn't ya tell me that? I just came here with the January goddamn breeze shooting up my cunt for no fucking reason!"

Several of the students winced at the ginger's language, others giggled or snickered.

"Al right, Miss O'Hanrahan, I'm sorry." the professor consoled. "Here's how it's going to work. I'll give you a pose to take on the pedestal in the center of the room, and you'll hold it while the students draw you. You'll be holding it for an hour, then we'll take a fifteen-minute break, then come back to it for the rest of the second hour. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"Great! Let's begin."

To the girl's dismay, it was a rather open pose that left her 32D's, crotch, and ass completely exposed to the students gathered at the easels in a circle around her. Ugh, she couldn't believe she was doing this. All their eyes, gazing at her every curve hungrily. The guy directly in front of her was getting quite the eyeful. She swore he was studying her more than he was actually sketching. He was cute, though... Actually, really cute. Tight white T-shirt, blue skinny jeans. Both showed off his muscled legs and upper body. Was that a six pack? Damn! And... Wow. Judging from the bulge in his pants, he was pretty turned on right now, and even bigger than Tobi. Did she really do that to him, just by standing here completely naked? Uh oh... Looked like he wasn't the only one turned on now. She felt an anatomical reaction, a shiver running up her spine.

"Okay, break! You can feel free to head to the vending machines and sofas just down the hall if you want."

Cringing, Blair hopped off the pedestal and was about to exit the room, but the professor called out to her.

"Don't you want to wear a robe?"

The ginger looked down at herself. Oops...

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On Wednesday, Blair took a pose where she laid on her side, one arm on her hip and the other supporting her head, one leg crossed over the other. It was a pretty pin-uppy pose, if you asked her. Again, she was facing directly at Mr. Tall, Dark, and Well-Hung. Shit, he had even deeper pools for eyes than Tobi. Why was she so attracted to dark eyes? Sheesh!

When it was time for a break, she donned her robe and made her way down the hall, but someone accompanied her.

"Hi!"

She turned to see it was Mr. Dark Pools. "Sup?" she asked.

"Need me to buy you a coffee?"

"Depends. What's it to you?"

"I'm drawing you naked, Blair. I at least owe you a coffee."

"Surprisingly chivalrous of ya, buddy. All right, let's do it." So, he got her a coffee. She took a sip, studying the flavors.

"Black? Just the way I like it? How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess." He chuckled. Wow. Nice smile.

His name was Devon, and he was a fine arts major specializing in sketching, hoping to go into police sketch artist work. His minor was in health fitness, just so he could stay in shape, which explained his incredibly toned body. During the chat, Blair noticed her robe had parted and he had an open view of her crotch, but... honestly, she didn't do anything about it, and he certainly didn't seem to mind.

On Friday, the pose was her sitting down in a pretzel position, giving yet another view of her crotch, with Devon on a beeline in front of her. He kept making faces at her, trying to get her to laugh. It was tough, but she managed to keep a straight face.

As Blair walked out to sit in the small lounge, she made her way through the brief space of hallway still completely naked. Devon again followed her.

"So, I gotta say, you're really nice, Blair."

"Nice? Ha! You obviously don't know me, Dev."

"I don't mean nice, nice. You're strong-willed. I like that."

"Really? First time I heard that."

"Would you like to maybe hang out tomorrow? Saturday, so no classes. I know a great Italian restaurant just off campus, then we can see that DBZ movie that's in theaters right now, and then maybe I can take you to my dorm room so we can do a private drawing session."

"DBZ movie? How the fuck did you know I liked anime?"

He smiled again. Gawd, that smile. "Lucky guess again."

"Tell you what then, Devon. Tomorrow, we go see that movie, then I take you to my student apartment and cook you dinner, then you can draw me, got it?"

"Cook me dinner? You don't wanna eat out? I'm paying."

"Guess I didn't tell ya, but I'm a culinary arts major, Dev. Prepare to have your taste buds fucking explode, bro." She grinned ear-to-ear. "Hang on... Are you asking me out?"

Devon smiled again. Shit, why did this guy have to be so charming? "Isn't it obvious?"

"You've seen me naked already. Why the fuck would you ask me out?"

"Because you're my type, of course."

"You like short, pudgy gingers with anger management issues?"

"No, I like petite, curvy redheads with serious spunk."

"Christ, I think I love you, ya bastard."

He just smiled.

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It was as Blair was heading back to her apartment after the art session, another hundred dollars in her coat pocket, that she smelled smoke. And she knew what smoke smelled like from her failed cooking projects. Where was it coming from?

Oh, shit! That building was on fire!

"Help! Help!"

It looked condemned... Was someone actually inside it? Ugh. Must've been a homeless druggie freebasing and lit the place ablaze. Dammit... She didn't know why she was about to do this... Meh. She'd blame it on too much anime, video games, and both her parents being military heroes.

Throwing off her coat and shoes, again revealing nothing underneath, so they wouldn't catch fire, Blair ran up the nearby fire escape and burst through a broken window. Sure enough, the place was flaming, and not like Tobi (again, that came from a place of love). The ginger pushed her way through the flames and old, burning furniture, her arm to her mouth to block the noxious fumes.

"Hello?!" she called into the fire.

"Hello?" a voice replied.

"Where are you?" Blair called out.

"I'm in the bedroom! Please help!"

Running into what she assumed was the bedroom, Blair found a figure huddled up under a blanket on the bed.

"Hey! You okay, lady?" Blair called out.

"Please help! Get me out of here!" a voice called from the bundled-up figure on the bed.

"Don't worry lady, I'll get you out, promise."

Blair reached for the filthy brown blanket, pulling it aside to reveal...

The figure was just a bleached skeleton.

"What the fuck?!" she cried.

The girl turned around to run from the room, but the ceiling came crashing down on her. In excruciating pain, Blair surmised that several of her bones had been crushed under the mass of ceiling. If the flames didn't get her, she was sure she would die from carbon monoxide poisoning. As her vision began to blur, she looked into the doorway to the room, swearing she saw a figure standing there, cloaked in shadow. Ugh... Was this the end for Blair O'Hanrahan, ginger chef extraordinaire?

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Next thing Blair knew, she was floating through a black abyss. The flames licking at her skin and the pressure of the building materials was mysteriously gone, replaced with a cold, lonely emptiness.

Was this death? If so... It was awfully dark and depressing. Where was heaven? Hell, she'd welcome even hell at this point. Anything but this nothingness...

At first she was floating, and had lost track of time while doing so, but... Then she felt a falling sensation. She seemed to be falling deeper into the darkness, and the descent was picking up speed rapidly. When she was sure she'd get torn apart from how fast she was falling, the darkness gave way to clear skies and the feeling like she'd been pushed through a cheese grater, accompanied by a burning sensation in every bone in her body.

But... she kept falling. The ginger let out a loud, shrill scream, only to fall into what felt like an incredibly muscled pair of arms. She looked up into a pair of brown eyes and a head of bright blue hair. Her gaze followed the trail of his thick neck downward to see an incredibly muscled upper body dressed in an orange jumpsuit.

"Toriko-san! Who's that?"

"I have no clue, Komatsu. Did you fall from a plane?" Mr. Muscles asked.

Blair looked around to find she was in some kind of swamp forest, and a short, petite person with black hair and a wide nose was standing nearby dressed in what looked like wilderness exploration clothes. Upon looking down at herself, she saw she was still stark naked, and in the arms of a man princess-style, though no burns or broken bones.

Wait... still naked?!

She promptly threw her arms over her breasts and pussy and screamed bloody murder. What the ever-loving fuck was going on here?