Sweet Memories
Sweet Memories
Written By Dipuc
Started: 07/01/2014
Finished: 07/14/2014
Summary: In which Komatsu temporarily loses his memory, and the Kings take advantage.
Notations: Toriko. .. probably the worst decision of my life... Death to me. I wrote this because I wanted some kissing to happen. Judgement is expected.
WARNING: Very self indulgent, and quite foolish. Please be kind
Sweet Memories
"The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time" - Friedrich Nietzsche
When he opened his eyes, he was met with a large scarred face, which was growling.
To say that Komatsu was surprised was quite the understatement.
He cried out, jumping back from the giant man, until he knocked his head against something unyielding. He cried out a second time, and the man placed a hand on his shoulder, a hand that absolutely engulfed said shoulder, steadying him.
"What the hell, kid?" he yelled, which was unnecessary when they were this close in proximity.
"Zebra! Gentle! Don't yell...he is probably frightened of you." Another voice interjected, calming and soothing in the chef's ears. The man in his face growled, again, and the deep rumbling sent something indecipherable through Komatsu's veins. But above all that, he was absolutely terrified.
The man's eyes were deep and dark, and sharp, like a beast that Komatsu knew inhabited this dangerous world. Those eyes suddenly widened, and something passed through them that came and went much too quickly for him to recognize. The man removed himself, away from Komatsu, and the young chef felt a breath of relief flutter out of his lips.
A hand came up behind him, and cupped the back of his neck. Another impossibly large hand. What was this? The land of giants?
"Komatsu? How do you feel?"
He looked up at a man, a different man with startling blue hair, who was watching him with concern.
He thought about the question. How did he feel?
He experimentally moved his fingers and hands first, because as a chef those were most important, then the rest of his limbs. Everything was in place and nothing hurt, except his head, which throbbed slightly. There was, however, an odd taste in his mouth, something too sweet, and Komatsu couldn't place it.
"Fine…." He finally said, but was still confused. There was a sort of fog in his head. It felt like he was trying to get through a smokey room, where something important was on the other side but in the haze, it was impossible to reach. "I think…"
"You gave us quite a scare, Komatsu-kun. Do you...remember anything? Or rather do you remember any of us?" a voice asked, and Komatsu turned to the source. It was the calming soothing tone that had spoken earlier, and now he saw the speaker. That man was also towering in size, like the other two, with dark eyes and even darker hair underneath a wrapped cloth. And he was also looking at him with concern and Komatsu found it strange that these unknown people knew his name and were undoubtedly very worried about his well being.
"I'm...sorry, uh..no" He said hesitantly and then watched as the man's face tightened, just slightly.
"I see."
