Food Wars : Toriko Edition

Summary: Ever since Komatsu died, so long ago, and the world around them changed, the Heavenly Kings thought they'd never feel at home again. Then they found him; their new chef, Soma Yukihira… Now they just have to wait for him to grow up… Mostly gonna contain drabbles, FoodWars XOver though you can go without mostly

AN: So I saw Toriko first, and loved it!(btw i luv food themed anime so if you know any tell me in the reviews plz!) and then I saw Food Wars. Instant thoughts after 'AWESOME!' was: I wonder if there are any crossovers? To my astonishment- there were none! So I decided to make one!

AN2: So I figured since Ichiryuu, Jiro, and Granny are over five hundred old, the Kings would last as long as well while Komatsu would sadly die from old age. The rest will be revealed in a moment~!

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It happened nearly twelve years ago, when I was three years old. My family and I had been in the gardens, enjoying the autumn festival, when out of nowhere; I met someone. Four someones to be exact. I hadn't even been looking their way when I had ran into one of their legs. Just looking up into that tall, blue haired, man's eyes and suddenly, it was like my whole world was complete. He, his three male friends watching, seemed to feel it too as he crouched to my level, though still towering me. All we did was stare at each other until my father broke our trance.

"Soma where are you?!" he shouted from somewhere in the distance.

The blue haired man tilted his head, a small smile appearing on his face. "Soma?" he whispered to himself, seeming to be testing my name in his mouth.

"Toriko?" the black haired man asked behind him.

I tilted my head in wonder. Toriko? That was his name? "Toriko," I tested as well.

The man, Toriko, smiled. "Soma-kun," he said, planting his head on my head, "We're going to be together for years to come," he swore, then stood, picking me up, "all of us."

I leaned against his chest, watching unattached as my father and mother finally spotted us. My attention was on this man's strong heartbeat and just like that, my world was complete…

~Twelve Years Later~

It was a peaceful night, that same day years later, that I found myself on my back, staring at the darkened sky, which held no stars, hidden by the pollution. I wasn't alone, haven't been since that day so long ago, and near me were the, or rather my, Four Heavenly Kings. They were all wise men who watched the world with sad eyes, somber movements, and quiet words, who went by the names Toriko, Coco, Sani, and Zebura.

"Toriko?" I asked curiously, glancing at said man.

The blue haired man glanced back at me and I took a moment to examine him again. He looked nothing like the old drawn picture Coco had shown me, where he wore orange and had shorter hair. These days, Toriko's hair was longer, reaching passed his shoulders and held in a ponytail; and he wore smart clothes, grey slacks with a white button up and a gray vest to finish it; he even wore a maroon tie.

"What is it?" Toriko asked, his voice gravely but his tone caring.

"Tell me again, " I asked, "tell me about the boy who changed you, and about the man who brought you together."

This caused them all to sit up and I copied, examining the rest. Coco looked much the same and had clothes similar to Toriko's though black with a purple and green tie. Sani's hair wasn't as long, stopping a few inches past his shoulders and dyed black, though he abhorred the dye, and he wore a suit as well, but with a coat and in a lighter grey than Toriko's. Finally was Zebura, who didn't dress nearly as fancy, settling with jeans and a black leather jacket with a maroon wifebeater under it.

Coco spoke first. "Do you mean Komatsu-kun?" he asked kindly, a small smile appearing on his face.

I nodded. I already knew so much about the chef mentioned but to talk about him made the hunters happy so I asked as often as I could, wanting to see them smile. They never seemed to smile when I'm looking, and it makes me sad.

Toriko smiled, closing his eyes in memory. "Komatsu was an enigma in our world; born with a love for food, and a joy for cooking. He loved food so much that when he spoke to it they talked back," he said.

"Just as you can," Zebura added gruffly, letting himself fall onto his back.

"There is no need to bring him up," Sani interjected quietly.

I paused, my facing morphing into one of confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked.

Coco's smile turned sad. "The Gourmet Age is over, Komatsu is long gone and in the future, so will we," he said.

I started, fear overtaking me. "You don't see the shadow of death over one of you right?" I asked urgently.

Toriko laughed, tapping his fist against his chest. "Don't worry, this old ticker has a long ways to go before it stops tickin'," he said, giving a reassuring smile.

"Then..." I began hesitantly, "Then what do you mean Coco?"

Sani answered. "No matter how many times we tell you about our world, it's gone, and it's not something your beautiful head needs to worry about," he grinned.

I frowned. "But I want to hear your stories," I insisted, "I want to hear about the good times you had; I want to hear about the man who made you so happy!"

"You make us happy gaki," Zebura grunted, eating the flower of a clover.

I paused. "I do?" I asked.

"Of course," they instantly replied in unison.

"But," I looked down. "I'm not Komatsu-san…"

"You're right," Toriko replied, not looking at me. "Your Soma Yukihara, the newest chef of the Four Heavenly Kings, and while that may not hold any volume today, its means the world to us."

I looked at Toriko and he returned the look with a smile, a real smile. I looked at the sky.

"Will you miss me?" I asked curiously, "When I go to this new school I mean?"

"Yes Soma-kun," Coco replied.

"Yea So-so," Sani agreed and Zebura grunted.

Toriko added, "And if you ever need us, for whatever reason, just call, and we'll do our best to help you out," he said.

I finally smiled. "Ah," I acknowledged.

It was silent now but it wasn't uncomfortable. We were just enjoying each others presence. Enjoying each other's electromagnetic waves as Coco would say. The silence was broken by my dad, Joichiro.

"Soma!" he shouted, waving from the other side of the field we were in.

"Oh its Pops," I said idly, all of us glancing over.

With a grunt I stood up, patting down my pants. When I turned around, the Kings were standing as well, looking at me with emotions I couldn't decipher. After what seemed like forever, the five of us just looking at each other, Toriko held his hand out.

"Soma," he began. "Good luck,"" he grinned.

Sani nodded. "May Acacia and 'Matsu gracefully stand beside you in your new adventures," he blessed with a flick of his hair.

"Ah," Coco agreed, "I sense a good aura coming off of you and I know your future is bright."

Zebura grunted. "Don't get cocky gaki," he said in a standoffish stance.

I smiled, grasping Toriko hand. "Thanks everyone," I said sincerely.

TBPC…

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(To be possibly continued…)

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Translation: gaki - brat

So there it is, the crossover that no one else seemed to be writing, or at least the prologue of sorts. So this is basically the straight line of the story and if I continue, then stories will branch off from that main line. Just a one shot or two of their times together in between or after those twelve years they spent together. They also probably won't be in the first person like this either; I don't like it much *pout*. So wish me luck~!

Ja ne, N Harmonic~!