A Knight's Loyalty | Food Fantasy AU Fanfic

Chapter 18 - Deal, No Deal

"Hmm, this should be the place," Spaghetti muttered to himself. "Then again, the storm is so intense I could easily have been disoriented . . ."

Spaghetti took the doorknob in his hand and entered the building, closing it behind him as quickly, yet quietly, as possible. The inn emptied of sound, except his footsteps as he made his way to the closet. There was no need for introductions - he already knew the owners - he just needed to find them.

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". . . ? Brother, you may want to see this," Sweet Tofu declared. Salty looked away from his new toys, and headed towards Sweet Tofu.

"Oh, it's pasta man again," Salty grumbled.

"Oh, don't be rude, Brother."

"Whatev-" Salty Tofu was so rudely interrupted by the touch of metal on his neck.

"I would suggest you listen to your brother, Salty," the owner of the weapon said. Sweet Tofu turned to look at him, and saw the one and only - Spaghetti.

"Oh? And what do you want, Spaghetti?"

"You know what I want, Sweet. Give them to me."

"How about a bargain? You can have B-52, Mooncake, and . . . the Attendant?"

"Seems like a good deal in my opinion. You get B-52, and that pink-haired brat can leave me alone," Salty commented. He would have continued should Spaghetti not have driven his fork into Salty's neck.

"I need both URs. I'd also appreciate the SRs as well. You can keep the Attendant for all I care," Spaghetti responded with an annoyed tone. Sweet smiled.

"I don't appreciate you harming my brother. I figured we could be civil and share, but you think that even after we cut ties you can get the upper hand over us?" Sweet Tofu gave Spaghetti a glare. "I disagree with that statement."

Spaghetti was about to place his fork even farther into Salty Tofu's neck, but Salty grabbed two of the prongs and  pushed it away. Sweet quickly healed his brother, and both took each other's side.

"We don't want you here, pasta man," Salty grumbled. Spaghetti seemed to maintain an eye of interest in their direction, however, the twins took a bit to realize why.

Spaghetti dashed past the two, echoing down the corridor, and the Tofu Twins bolted after him. Easily being a one-on-two they were confident in their abilities. As the two closed in on Spaghetti, they were positive they would get their way, only to find Spaghetti was already by their guests.

"Same place as ever?" Spaghetti said with a hint of laughter. "That's lazy." He pulled a switch and each Food Soul and Ryouri became free one at a time - B-52, Brownie, Ryouri, Vodka. Spaghetti turned back with spite at the last two empty containers, and then at the Tofus.

"They were only recently captured. You can't have them - not now, not ever," Salty explained in a toying manner. Spaghetti filled with rage, but quickly calmed down.

"Maybe you two are a bit more clever," Spaghetti admitted as he vanished. He reappeared behind Sweet. "But not clever enough."

Spaghetti bashed the back of his fork into Sweet Tofu's skull, and the eldest of the Tofu Twins collapsed, bleeding out of head. Salty froze with shock, before catching his brother, and then filling with intense anger.

"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to be so painful. It should've gone right through his head," Spaghetti mused, before turning to leave - Salty wouldn't attack him when Sweet needed his brother, right?

Salty threw a punch at Spaghetti, but before it could hit him, a lady Food Soul came from the shadows and blocked it - Borscht. Spaghetti smiled out of sight.

"Thank you Borscht. Now, get B-52. We'll be back for the rest later." Borscht nodded, before heading over to where the other Food Souls were laying. Spaghetti walked into the darkness, and the pain and anger within the remaining Tofu Twin grew.