Disclaimer: I do not own anything Tales of Symphonia characters, except for the Dark Chef Alliance chefs, that I made up.
Sorry this took so long, I've been working on other fanfics, so anyway here it is chapter 3. Hope you all enjoy. And plz review.
Tales of Cusinia.
Chapter 3: The Mysterious Guardian Chef.
The ground crunched under Regal's feet, clutching with his right hand the card, which will allow him access deeper into the base. He looked around and he saw the dead mother bat that Ricktor killed, he picked it up.
"Hm… dead…" Regal was about to place the bat on the floor when the bat's wings started to beat against his hand, "Still alive, well then take this, it will help you." Regal placed an apple gel in the bat's mouth, and it slowly swallowed it, "Good."
Regal looked at the bat as it lifted its wings and started to beat its wings against his palm again, struggling to fly. Regal then noticed that it was upside-down and turned it, then he saw the bat flew away wobbling.
"Hm, this must be the door that I'm supposed to open." Said Regal as he saw a huge door about 5 meters away from him, "… Now what am I supposed to do to open this door?" pondered Regal as he was searching, but before he could find what he was supposed to do he heard voices coming behind the door.
"But Wrily, the Chosen Chef is just outside, he is going to come in." said a gruff voice.
"Well then don't keep him waiting, go outside and greet him with your dishes…Then go and find Ricktor… and don't come back unless you bring him back ALIVE! Understood!"
"Yes sir!" said the chef as he placed his hand on his hand and saluted.
After Regal heard this conversation he saw the huge door move a bit, then Regal a huge knob turn pushing against a beam that lead to another knob, this one turned and hit against another beam that spread to two halves. Then the door slid open in two halves, one going to the bottom and the other to the ceiling, and what came into Regal's view was a Dard Chef. This Dark Chef wore the same purple outfit, but this time he had a glasses and a fork for an insignia on his hat unlike the bat on Ricktor's. He was a huge chef, about a head taller than Regal and looked mean, or maybe (over-cooked) over-worked. (A/N: Haha joking around, okay I'll shut up now.) But one main unique feature of this chef was his stature, he didn't look like he was a huge ogre, maybe he was a kind person on the inside, but something about him seemed out of line.
"So you defeated Ricktor? Well that don't matter, for he will be dead soon-"
Regal was getting tired of his talking, "Alright, then let's cook!"
"Not yet… (huh? Asked Regal) my boss Wrily said to greet you, and greet you I shall…"
Then the Guardian Chef walked to the right of a passage, and ushered Regal to follow him. The walked down the passage and turned a left, while they were walking Regal was wondering how obedient this guy was, and was wondering what kind of training they had here. Then just when he asked that question he saw a light that shone across a part of the hallway from his left and he looked and it was a window, so he looked through it.
What he saw made his face grow with surprise in a lot of ways, it was a room that was about two floors down, and that made Regal notice that this base had more than one floor.
"… Hm, why are you stopping?... Oh, so you found our training facility. What you see is what makes those puny and impudent trainees to a top-notch chef."
Regal looked at what they were doing and it was appalling. There was a tall chef just like the Guardian and he had a whip in one of his hand and the other was a speaker. He looked very proud of himself and was shouting through his speaker.
"Ha! If you are appalled by that, then look right here…" said the chef as he pointed a bit of ways down the passage to another window and Regal followed and watched.
"What you see here is a training facility for half-elves…" he looked like he was going to laugh maniacally, but didn't.
"This… you people are like the Desians!"
"Yes, and we take pride in that… HAHAHA!" said the Dark Chef.
Regal looked with a clenched fist and wanted to smash the window, he was felt like the world changed obviously, but what he thought was wrong, but this was taking just too far. He was fed up, now he wanted to destroy the Dark Chefs even more.
"Take me to wherever you want to take me to, but wherever it is we have to battle, you understand!" said Regal still looking at the suffering the half-elves are taking.
"Whatever…" said the chef as he walked some more paying no attention to Regal who was lacking behind.
The two chefs continued walking leaving behind the training facilities. As Regal walked away he wondered why the Dark Chefs were imitating the Desians, he was still thinking back as to what he saw: He saw the half-elves being lashed at every time they messed up, and that was plenty since they were nervous and scared out of their wits. But some of them kept their heads held high. The elves had to cook with extreme proficiency, or they were lashed. Actually in this training facility he saw a number of whipmasters, and they looked like they've been starving for months, since they were begging for food, which lead them to be lashed. But one specific individual made Regal even more mad and sad at the same time. He saw a half-elf that cried for some reason, but he drowned out agony the person felt, and witnessed a Dark Chef walk by and took out a tong and placed it in a burning fire stove, with coal, it heated up and then he tore off the shirt not caring of the gender and stuck it right at the spine of the half-elf and made him cry even more. Eventually he died. And fell to the ground, the Dark Chef laughed and shouted something to the other half-elves who had immediately started to resume work, but even more vigilant this time.
"Where are you leading me to?" asked Regal, still angry, but kept a cool face.
"Almost there, just around this corridor and we will reach the kitchen." Said the chef as he turned to the corridor.
Regal walked some more and glanced at a mirror at a top corner to his right a shadowy figure. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes and then he looked behind him, wondering who or what he saw. But what he saw was nothing, or so what he thought.
"Ugh!" exclaimed Regal as he tripped on a rock, since it was a rocky tunnel, just as he neared the turn to the corridor.
The Dark Chef heard him but didn't stop to wait. Besides Regal was fine and got up and dusted him. He saw rubbles and some dust come off of his apron, but what he didn't know was that a very important thing fell out of him. He continued to walk and not paying any attention to a piece of paper that was left on the ground, collecting dust, but was soon picked up by the shadow that he saw.
"Ah, finally you come."
Regal heard his voice but saw nothing because a flashing light emitted from the kitchen. When the light became adjusted to his eye, he saw a huge kitchen with stoves and everything. He was amazed, but that didn't distract him from his quest.
"Now get your cooking utensils out and cook!"
Regal immediately got his cooking utensils out and started to set up his pans and everything. He set up a pre-heated the stove and started to wash his ingredients, but right before he turned his back to the chef he saw that the chef was just standing there doing nothing with his arms folded.
"Hm, why aren't you cooking?"
"It's okay; I can wait… right after you start to cook."
And Regal grew suspicious, and started to wonder what kind of chef he was, he didn't seem like any ordinary Dark Chef, he seem heartless, but on the other hand, doesn't seem to show it. He seemed calm and relaxed, but he also seemed very intimidating.
"Okay, I'm done washing." Said Regal as he started to cook.
"… HAHAHAHA! Good Regal, keep it up!" said the chef.
Regal was wondering what was so funny, "WHAT'S so funny! '?'" popped in Regal's head as he saw the chefs glasses start to pulsate with red and purple colours, as he saw him standing there with a huge evil grin across his face. He was like transfixed.
"What are you looking at Regal? Cook! The half-elves are counting on you. HAHAHA!" laughed the gruff voice, as it started to turn to a higher pitch.
Regal upon hearing the remark the chef made to him, started to grow mad because he remembered how cruel these guys were. Sure he witnessed death especially the death he caused upon by killing Alicia, but killing another half-elf from such a long time, had brought very painful memories and had brought up the ideals that Lloyd had, he started to think if he could destroy all the Dark Chefs then no one will suffer, no cook, or chef that is.
Then the glasses cracked and started, and the insignia on the chef's headband started to charge another reddish purple glow, "Whoa, now you're too mad, oh well now the better to finish you off!"
"What!" asked Regal who had just raised his head up from chopping the vegetables.
"Regal! No!" shouted a chef who had just leapt out and pushed Regal out of the way of the headband.
"Ah, how interesting… get him! Now!" said the chef as a beam shot out of the headband, aiming for the chef that saved Regal.
Two Dark Chefsstarted towalk into the room and started to grab for the chef.
Wow, how interesting, who saved Regal, what did he save Regal from, why did he save Regal, who exactly is this guardian chef, and who are the two dark chefs that is grabbing for this mysterious savior? Read the next chappie to find out. And again plz review.