Nobody in the crowd paid much attention to the duo that had arrived as the 9 foot man strolled through the crowd and up to the throne. There, he dropped the gushing, sloppy sounding bag and gently placed the woman onto the ground. She brushed her hair behind her ear and gave everyone a smile, doing a slight bow towards Giru. "Greetings, my Liege. I am Alicia Tyque, or Miss Tyque if you'd like. This is Mr. Sin."

Mr. Sin put an arm across his stomach and an arm behind his back before bowing.

"Alicia is one of us who prefers to live off the island. She's not going to be as excited about you as everyone else is." explained the queen.

"I don't know enough words to properly tell you how little I care," Replied Giru.

"That's not saying much."

"Shut the fuck up."

The queen sat on her throne, smiling and resting her head on her hands, "So spiteful!" She said, admirition obvious in her voice, "Before you leave, may I ask... Does your crew have a chef?"

Ayumi, Mist, and Arata all piped up after hearing that. "No! We don't!" Said Ayumi and Arata.

The entire room fell silent as all pairs of eyes stared daggers at the humans. They all scooted a bit closer to Giru.

"No. I don't have a chef."

Mr. Sin tapped him on his shoulder. Giru turned around and looked up at the man, pretending to not be afraid.

"Mr. Sin here is a great cook. You all have been eating raw fruits and vegetables, and dried meat, haven't you? I'm sure Alicia wouldn't mind parting with him for you."

"The hell I would." Said Alicia, stepping in front of Mr. Sin, her hair starting to flare wildly. "He may be the unholy, but I won't part with Mr. Sin for anyone!"

The queen looked upset, but she had a tinge of understanding to her eyes. "Alicia, he's on a quest to kill the Celestial Dragons."

She froze, her eyes wide and mouth slightly hung open. Her eyes trailed over to Giru, who was trying to get his crew to back away from him. She looked at Mr. Sin and held a hand to his chest. Wiping away a tear, she regained her composure and a fire burned in her eyes. "Those corrupt, greedy..."

She couldn't finish her rant as she trembled with rage. Mr. Sin hugged her from behind and she quickly calmed down, sighing. "Like I said. I won't part with Mr. Sin, but I damn sure will help you. Give me an hour or so to pack some things. I'll meet you at your ship."

She began walking away, her hands in the pockets of her lab coat, "Mr. Sin, make sure to bring your bag."

The tall man scooped up the sloppy bag as he followed behind her. From his cheekless mouth, saliva started to slowly drip.

'This is honestly a relief,' Giru thought as he led his crew back to the ship, ' I'm tired of bland, raw food. We finally have a chef.'

'Well say that out loud. Tell your crew how you're feeling.'

'Wh-what? It's just a-'

'Don't argue. Just tell them.'

Giru made an awkward face, looking over to the side. "Uh... It's uh, good we finally have a chef. All that raw and dried food was killing me."

Ayumi raised an eyebrow, "Really? Would have fooled us. You never talk about anything, you just bark orders nonstop." She retorted sassily. Giru balled his fists and started to turn around, but he immediately felt Akuma take over his body and continue walking calmly, even unballing his fists.

'Don't react with anger. She's right. All you did was give orders.'

Then he had control again. Taking a deep breath, he said "You're right. And I'm sorry about that. I'll do better, for all of us."

Her eyes went wide and her stride slowed down. She was completely expecting him to lash out. "Uh... A-alright... I'll hold you to that..."

Aside from clothes and a spellbook, Alicia didn't need to pack much. What was more important was spell components. Eye of newt, tongue of frog, those kinds of things. Mr. Sin had only to carry in supplies for cooking. His prized possession was a spice rack that had a pound of various spices. It was like a drawer with five slots, and ten sections in each slot for a different spice or season. 'JA' was carved into the side in very fancy writing. As he slid covers onto the slots and nailed them in so none of the spices would spill, he noticed a drop of his saliva hit the glass top. He froze for a moment, then looked at the black duffel bag he had been carrying earlier. Alicia noticed his attention shift and sighed, turning away. "Go ahead, dear. I'll be waiting outside." She said, picking up her bags and walking out. Mr. Sin walked over to the bag and carried it into a sectioned off room with a large metal door. Inside was spotless. The floor and walls were tile, and there was a red bench against a wall. Hanging on the wall as well was a high powered hose and what looked like a hair dryer. Mr. Sin sat on the bench and placed the duffel bag in his lap. His breathing became heavy and the saliva leaking through his teeth increased. He unzipped the bag shakily and pulled out a human arm, dripping with gored chunks of flesh- residue from the bag.

His jaw unhinged.