A/N: Fair warning, this chapter has Hunter as an active participant.
Komatsu could count on one hand the amount of time he and Hunter had agreed on something since his 'Other' self had begun its existence. Still, the horrible scene in front of him proved to be the ideal situation for one of those rare moments as Komatsu scowled at the smells that seemed to slap him whenever he tried to move closer to the mess.
Hunter whispered in his mind, reminding the chef of the mask he had used when dealing with Dodurian Bomb and that sat in the dark recess of his spare room. The chef didnt need the reminder to change his clothes into something more appropriate for the gruesome task that awaited them. They took the time to decide which of their knife would be most appropriate for what they desired.
A few hours passed before their minds emerged from the concentration required from the spreading mess in front of them. Running a finger through the liquid spreading on their knife and bringing it to their lips, Komatsu found himself grateful for the last shopping spree that had Sunny buying only the best things for his Matsu. It meant that his apartment now had incredibly good climate control that could be used for specific room at his desire. Without it, Komatsu knew that the mess and smell would be a thousand times worst by now.
The tarp that Coco had left him a few weeks ago after a hunt was now being used to contain the liquid portions that spilt out from the original container. Hunter tsked at the sentimentality before recalling Komatsu to their job. The faster they finished the better. Diving back into the messy situation, they lost track of time as hours turned into a day then two then four.
By the fourth day, Toriko and the other heavenly king were frantically heading toward the small man's apartment. Komatsu had no gone to work, wasnt answering any of their calls and had last been seen four day ago being followed by a large van. Worries dictated their movements as the group burst through the apartment door, expecting the worst kind of scenario.
What they found was by far the last thing they could have imagine. Lying beside a large brown tarp, Komatsu was bundled up in some blankets and sleeping peacefully. A gleaming set of knifes of various sizes were resting on the table not far from their chef, the apartment was cold and Coco could see that the other rooms on either side of the living room were at a freezing temperature. The Four Kings shared a perplexed glance before Zebra decided to check the other rooms.
Opening the door and looking in, the scarred man felt his jaw drop at the sight, sensing the distress from their friend, the rest of their small group with Toriko holding a sleeping Komatsu close; approached the door as well. Their own faces soon wore varying aspect of pure shock as they tried to understand what laid before them. Sculptures of varying sizes and shapes littered the floor; each of them a person that Komatsu and by extension the Four Kings, knew replicated in perfect detail.
'' Chocolate.'' Said Sunny suddenly, drawing the gaze of the others, the long haired man shrugged and repeated himself, '' They are all made of chocolate.'' The feelers he had sent to touch-taste the sculptures had barely needed to touch them to know. The air was still smelling of sugary sweetness he usually attributed to his sister.
Coco took a look around the room in amazement then decided to verify the room on the opposite side. He had a hunch that what they would find there would be as amazing if not more. And like often was the case, Coco was right; for in that second room, created with the greatest care were Zebra, Coco, Sunny and Toriko made from chocolate and sitting beneath a chocolate tree. Komatsu stirred sleepily in Toriko's arm, his shared desire satisfied after all that hard work.
