Disclaimer: I do not own Toriko or it's characters, that belongs to Mitsutoshi Shimabukuro. And all Inuyasha characters belong to the talented Rumiko Takahashi.

Author's Note: This is now a multi-chapter story called Forbidden.

He stood there looking down the dusty street, feeling glad to be back in the small village inside Hex Food World hid away in the Gourmet World. A place where others like him lived in peace. It had been three years since Spice had struck the surface, and he decided to return to this place, his second home, and his restaurant Tengu Castle.

Letting a sigh escape as he shrugged his shoulder to readjust his bag and started walking towards the entrance of the village. A small smirk playing across his lips as he began to see its inhabitants going about their daily routines. Though as he stepped under the arches of the gate, he noted that quite a few of them stopped and stared at him, with a mix of reactions at seeing him again.

Not one to care about what others thought of him, he continued. He had a purpose, and that was to check in with the pervy old hermit. It was only right and respectful to let him know he was back in the village, on top of the fact that Toriko and the others would be eventually making their way to the village within the next year. Their visit would cause a stir, and he was sure the old man would send Mappy to guide them there, which would be awesome to see their reactions to the small frogman.

He was chuckling as he turned a corner only to come to a stop when something ran into his legs — cocking an eyebrow as he looked down at the tiny figure sprawled out on the ground blinking up at him through raven-colored hair with blue eyes. Eyes that made a memory he had did his best to suppress rise to the surface of his mind, of a night that he had convinced himself was nothing more than a dream. But the way those blue eyes were widening as they looked back at him, while the pale skin took on a faint rosy tint across their cheeks and bridge of their nose, while petal-pink full lips fell partially open. Letting him know that they recognized him as well as they just sat there at his feet staring up.

Snorting as he bent at the waist, narrowing his black eyes, his arm swinging out, hand grasping the front of the cloak they were wearing, making sure to get a fist full of the pale green shirt underneath before jerking them up to his eye level giving him an up-close and personal look at them. A mix of emotions rushing through him as he curled his lip in a half-snarl as he gave a low dark chuckle at their shock.

"Well, lookie what I found, a human in a village full of monsters. I wonder what you are doing here, girlie? Come to fuck around with these innocent's who have chosen to stay away from your kind?"

As he bit out his words, slightly shaking the woman, whose face was slowly morphing into a mask of barely contained rage at his words. But she didn't do anything to retaliate against him. It was when pain exploded in his calf that he had to fight to keep from screaming as he whipped his head around and glanced down, only to go still at seeing a head of white hair that curled, so it was barely brushing against red-skinned shoulders as Blue eyes just like those of the woman he held in his hands. Time seemed to stop at that moment as he kept watch on those blue eyes.

"Bruka, you stop that this instant, young lady."

The moment the words were spoken, the voice he recalled as low, sultry and tempting, now held a commanding tone that demanded others listen. Drawing his attention back to the raven-haired woman, knowing his eyes were wide as he stared back at her.

"But... he was hurting you... That's bad... he is like the other red-man."

"Enough Baruka. You were supposed to be at Gigi's. Now, go home, young lady."

But..I...yes...ma'am."

The pain and love that flickered across that face as he looked at it left Brunch confused and utterly horrified as his mind tried to make sense of things. The feeling of teeth detaching from his leg, had him looking back at the young girl, Baruka, as she snarled at him before turning and running to the other side of the street. Some instinct or another had him moving to go after the girl, as he released his hold on the woman.

Not even getting two steps before he felt his pants start to slip down his hips before he went tumbling to the ground. Brunch barely caught himself before getting a face full of dirt. Twisting his body to look at what happened, he saw a familiar black leather strip around his ankles binding them together as the end was held by a pair of small, delicate-looking, petite hands. Trailing his eyes up those hands to look at her face, he saw those blue eyes flashing dangerously at him in a warning. Dragging his eyes back down from her face and up to his legs, he saw his pants halfway over his hips towards his knees.

"Fucking really?! My belt... you... just... how the fucking hell did you get it from my waist without me..."

He ranted before trailing off as a hazy, but still, vividly colored memory played in his head of a similar situation. A situation that had led to something that had been extraordinarily pleasing, even if it was hazy. Now that same trick was restraining him from chasing after the child as his instincts dictated it.

"Lady, do you require help?"

"She ain't no lady."

"I beg to differ there. I can ascertain Kagome is a Lady."

Growling low in his throat as he felt the pressure on his legs loosen before the sound of leather hitting the dirt reached his ears as he looked over to who had spoken, only to go very still where he lay. His eyes were being held in an amber gaze, and if he wasn't mistaken, that looked rather amused at his current predicament while daring him to speak thusly again. While in his arms was that white-haired, blue-eyed little girl with red skin like his own. But now that he was getting a good look at her back, he saw small little black wings folded tightly against her bareback, on the girl's forehead was a small dark purple crescent moon.

What had him blinking was the raven-haired girl stepping up next to the man who'd spoken and challenge him, he saw on her forehead was a magenta crescent moon, marking her for who she was as well — bringing a hand up to face as he let his headrest on the ground, running it through his hair. He wondered which god, good or evil, he pissed off in a previous life and this one. Because it finally hit him completely, for one night of drunken revelry, he was here now, three years later finding out the consequences of his actions. And he was damned for it.

THE END!