Disclaimer: I do NOT own Toriko

As the sun set over the crimson horizon in the Daymare forest, he thought about what had happened the previous day.

The morning before, the four heavenly kings had been sitting around the campfire eating Komatsu's cooking. Dew fell off the petite leaves of the surrounding glistening auburn trees. Monsters were staying away from the clearing in which the five sat.

Toriko had wanted to travel alone with his partner but the other kings had turned up back to back over the three days they had been out in the wild. This was slowly becoming a more common occurrence which he wasn't entirely pleased with.

Toriko was in search of the Monstrous Maroon Fastworm, Coco the Nano Crystal Deep-Sea Angler, Sani the Big Mustard Pampas and Zebura the Raspberry Quail Feather.

Unfortunately for the glutton, Komatsu had been asked out by the others but had given the reply that he loved all four of the kings and couldn't pick one of them over the others, as such left the kings vying for his time.

Komatsu oblivious to the fact his friends where trying to get his attention, carried on with the food preparations. Then out of the bushes jumped a Monstrous Maroon Fastworm. Before his friends could react, it had grabbed the chef and quickly slithered away in the opposite direction in which it came. This lead the quartet to chase after the creature. Even though the kings were fast the monster put a whole new meaning to the word fast. Toriko now realized why the capture level was so high.

'Damn, why did I leave Terry at home?' Toriko wondered out loud. He had thought that without the Battlewolf's help he would have still been able to catch and defeat the creature.

By now not only had he lost site of it but all the other kings had lost track as well.

At this point Zebura spoke up. 'How about a little game?' The others just looked at him with confused faces. It seemed that he would have to elaborate on it. 'How about... Whoever can find Komatsu first gets him as a boyfriend?' with this the trio nodded their heads to agree to the "game". Well it wasn't exactly like the chef had said no to any of them when they had asked him out.

All of them headed off in different directions.