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Tales of Cuisina

Chapter 6: Working Together.

"Wait!"

The Jailer and Ilune stopped with an abrupt halt, motionless and patient, they awaited Ricktor's sudden burst of confusion.

"Agh!" Ilune's eyebrows rose, "This is so confusing!" Ilune turned around with a long and exasperated sigh. Ricktor's expression soon changed from confusion to fear.

"Ricktor, my buddy…" Ricktor froze as Ilune's hand placed itself on top of his shoulder, "We've known each other from the Dark Chef Training Program for years, and you still didn't get it did you?" Ricktor's eyes widened realizing something.

"So…I was right!" exclaimed Ricktor.

Ilune's head raised up to meet with Ricktor's eyes, "You didn't think, I was hired to become the guardian of this mother-fucking disgrace of the Dark-Chefs by that ass: Wrily, because I was a good chef…" Ilune motioned to move his glasses upward, "Or did you?' a sinister smile ran across Ilune's face, "Heh."

The laugh that ran across Ilune's face became allergic, because Ricktor began to have the same smile, "All that talk of you going to a Special Training Program, because of you're inability to cook a long time ago was actually true…" a hint of uncertainty came from Ricktor.

"Not…quite-"

"Wait, just one moment!" Both Ricktor and Ilune turned to where the voice came from.

"Gah!" was all Ilune could say due to the uneasy tension that was building, for he was too nervous to do anything else, because his throat was only a couple of length away from a shiny and pointy jagged end of a kitchen knife.

Everybody froze.

"Don't be hiding anything from me, Ilune," a hint of nervousness had came from the Jailer as he silently gulped, "Tell me the truth, who are you really?"

Even though a knife was right in front of Ilune's throat, he slowly turned around knowing that the Jailer wanted some answers, so he wouldn't kill him, not just yet.

"Lyle, calm down buddy…" Ilune had noticed that Lyle wasn't going to kill him, he was too scared of him, and he knew why, "Look, let's not go scaring our new friends…" his glasses flickered as revealing his eyes to look at Ricktor and Regal, "unless…you would want Wrily to succeed in killing off the last of the Wonder Chef's, now would you?" He motioned towards for the kitchen knife and without hesitation tried for lowering it, but soon realized that he shouldn't have done that.

Blood dripped from Ilune's hand, while retreating to the safety of Ilune's other hand for comfort. Lyle maintained his position pointing the knife at Ilune.

"I'm not your buddy…not unless you explain yourself."

The room was filled with tension. Ricktor and Regal could only watch as Ilune slowly got up from his position while clenching his left hand dripping with blood. No word, but only breaths of anxiety came out of everybody's mouths.

"…Heh." An evil smirk ran across of Ilune's face...

It was all too fast, in an instant Ilune was from clenching his left hand to a strangle-hold while grasping the kitchen knife from Lyle's hand and twisting his hand towards his throat.

The knife glittered as it reflected off of Ilune's glasses.

"You just don't understand now do you…" Ilune slowly moved the knife closer to Lyle's throat ensuring Lyle's resistance to a low ability, "If we don't get Regal on our side, then our mission has failed, and I don't know about you, but if you want to get killed by a shrimp of a girl, then that's fine by me, but I'm not going to suffer punishment for something you made me do, got that! And if you continue to resist, I can and will kill you right here, I don't care, as long as we get Regal on our side." A long sigh was released from Lyle as the knife retreated and was soon handed into his possession.

Ricktor and Regal both continued to eye the situation not understand anything, but as much as they wanted to leave, then wanted answers.

"Now, where were we?" Ilune emphasized, knowing that Lyle wouldn't resist any further, "Ah, yes. We were about to leave now weren't we…Ah…" he paused, "sorry, from all that happened, you probably want answers right?" He turned around.

Slowly but surely Regal and Ricktor both nodded.

"I know it's all confusing but, Regal could you join us?" Now Ricktor was almost going to laugh and scoff at the fact that they wanted Regal to join them, but he soon realized what Ilune had said wasn't what he really had said, "You see, we are an organization called the Anti-Dark-Chef-Alliance, yet we look like the Dark Chefs for specific reasons that you should not know yet…"

"So…" Regal interrupted Ilune, "You are like the Renegades then?" if Ilune and the rest of them knew of the Desians, then they must know of the Renegades.

"As a matter of fact yes, we oppose the Dark Chefs…" Ilune paused to think, "Now, do you want to know why the Dark Chefs oppose the Wonder Chefs?"

"Now, isn't it that the Wonder Chefs and the Dark Chefs have a feud?"

"…Yes, but you see…" and Ilune went on to explaining that the Dark Chefs oppose the Wonder Chef, because of the first Wonder Chef who was the best chef in the world and it led to the forming of an organization that wanted to finally see the defeat of this little kid. This led to the Great Cook-Off, a cook off between the Wonder Chef and all the Dark Chef Alliance, but no one could rival up to his strength still, until a miraculous thing happened, a chef by the name of Wreilia challenged the Wonder Chef at the last moment. The Wonder Chef and Wreilia's cook-off had resulted in a tie. But to this day no one knows of the sudden disappearance of Wreilia and the Wonder Chef, but what they do know is this, their powers have all been stored in a container: the Wonder Chef's in an Exsphere, and Wreilia's in a the Recipe of Duhr. Then he explained how the Dark Chefs still struggled, because the Wonder Chef family stole the recipe and took the Exsphere and equipped the Exsphere onto their second child, thus causing the Dark Chefs thirst for stealing the recipe back and reviving their only hope for defeating the Wonder Chef. "You see, you weren't the Chosen One, because the most recent Wonder Chef chose you, but the Exsphere chose you, they had no relatives to choose from, but you…" Ilune sighed, "But, the chefs have no intention as to kill the Wonder Chef, because they have their principles, and they are the Chef Code of Honour, everybody keeps it when they become a chef, but I guess you already know that don't you. So we of the Anti-Dark Chef Alliance want to put a stop to this, because it has caused many chefs lives in the past, and we don't want it to happen anymore."

Then there was a long silence in the whole jail room. No one spoke anything, no one fidgeted.

"So, why do you need me?" asked Regal as he broke the silence.

Swish!

Ilune's eyes stared at the opening that led into the Jail Cells, "Well," he nodded at Lyle, "We can't explain here, we need you to come to our base where our queen will explain to you the details."

Ricktor took a glance at Regal while raising his right eyebrow in a confused look.

"Wait, why can't you tell us here?"

Ilune turned around, "Because-"

"We have a spy…" said Lyle walking out from the opening that led to the Jail Cells carrying a white haired, blue shirt wearing half-elf who was struggling to break free of his grasp.

"Genis?" Regal asked.

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Cliffie-

Man this was a tough chappie to write. Though I finally updated.

And man oh man, did I ever feel lazy writing the ending, so plz forgive me if it sucked.