Here is a one shot about Komatsu's alter ego. And yes I am aware that there is no such thing as a timeline in my stories. Just have fun and decide what happens and in what timeline for yourselves. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and especially to:

Silversun – this is chapter is for you

MeikoKuran999 and tsukidoragonookami – For taking the time to review what I write :)

Drabble word: Hunted

The Gourmet Criminals were under attack. A few weeks after the famous chef Komatsu's disappearance, a new group emerged from nowhere and brutally attacked the gourmet yakuza of Nerg city.

The group called themselves Obsidian and the Boss was known as Hunter. No one had actually seen this Boss but he didn't hesitate to make himself known. At this point, almost a year after the first appearance of the group, Hunter had been accredited 35 confirmed hits.

Nerg City was completely under their control and crime was worse then ever. The group were involved in everything from smuggling poisonous food to trafficking cooks to the highest bidder. Their HQ was an newly renovated Casino in the very center of town.

The casino was over 100 stories high above ground and no one knew exactly how many floors underground. You could walk in and find anything you could ever desire and more then a few things you didn't even know you wanted until you saw it.

Obsidian was now the second biggest organisation as they assimilated all competition. They were second only to the IGO. Their size and power made them invulnerable to everyone who would think to harm them. There was no threat in existence that could stand up to the Obsidian except for one.

In the lower levels of the Obsidian Casino, in one of the many soundproof rooms filled with chains and blood spatter. In this room was the only remaining threat to Hunter, a threat he keep contained and isolated except for occasional visits whenever he his 'other' self stir up.

Hunter grinned as he pushed the heavy oak door and entered the room, Komatsu's presence fluttering at the edge of his consciousness like the buzz of strong alcohol on an empty stomach. Chained to the wall straight in front of the door was Match, the ex-Chief of the Nerg Gourmet Yakuza.

Blood flowed freely from numerous cuts marring his naked body. Each cut copied pre-existing scars. Match was gasping in pain, it took all of his strength to raise his head and glare at Hunter as the man walked in.

Hunter grinned in amusement, even after so long and everything he had done to his prisoner, the chained man still was as stubborn. The boss of Obsidian walked up to his toy and punched Match in the face. The blow caused him to hit his head on the wall, dazing him from the pain and choc and allowing Hunter to get a good grip on the bloody blond hair.

'I have something to show you.' crackled the Komatsu look alike. ' A group of my men attacked a small village and captured quite a few new toys for me to enjoy. One of them is someone you already know.' Hunter tightened his grip on Match's hair watching him wince in barely concealed pain.

Two burly men walked in dragging a struggling and bound body into the room, throwing said person onto the floor and walking out, leaving their boss alone with his toys.

Takimaru struggled to get up with his hands bound behind his back. His face showed several bruises and his right arm had a rough blood soaked bandage about midway up. The knight's expression changed from anger to confusion to outrage and fear as he finally laid his eyes on the mythical Hunter and the presumed dead Match.

'Komatsu-kun?' the new prisoner asked in completely disbelief at the sight of the gentle and kind chef beside a blood soaked yakuza. Hunter's expression fell and turned cold, leaving a deeply uncomfortable silence broken only by the rough panting of injured men.

The assassin let go of his old toy and slowly walked pass the new one his men had so thoughtfully given him. He stopped in front of a table, his hand running lightly over the different blades stored there. Each blade was different and covered in dried blood. After a few moments, he choose a blunt edged blade about 3 inches long and 1 inch thick.

Angry at the continued presence of Komatsu in his mind and that of the man in front of him, Hunter reacted violently. His hand slammed down Takimaru's head unto the floor before his head was tilted painfully backwards, leaving his throat exposed.

Takimaru bit his lip and struggled to keep a neutral expression as the man who was not Komatsu ran a knife lightly across the skin of his throat, muttering to himself and not paying much attention to reality. Or so he thought, what happened next took both sane men by surprised as Hunter took his blade and drove it into Takimaru's cursed eye.

The scream was torn brutally from Takimaru's mouth as Hunter twisted the blade in the eye socket, separating the eye from its meat casing. The alter ego then carefully withdrew the undamaged eye, admired it for a few moments and left the room without a single glance back.

The screams and whimpers faded from Hunter's mind the moment the door closed behind him, HE was barely aware of the doctor who slipped passed him into the room in order to ensure his Boss' toys didnt die without his say so. Hunter simply walked to his room and prepare a special container in which to keep his latest trophy.

Once it was in place, the insane Boss of Obsidian stood back and looked at his trophy with unrestrained happiness. Komatsu was gone and would be for a good while, he had a cursed eye to join the rest of his collection and a new toy to play with. His eyes finally came to rest on his favorite trophy, there hanging in its fluid filled container was a tall and skinny man with multicolored hair.

Sorry for those who were shocked by this chapter but what did you expect from Komatsu's alter ego. So fair warning any future chapter concerning Hunter will most likely be gory and/or painfully sad. Read at your own risk.

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