So I got the idea to start a series of Toriko drabbles, both as a way to start writing more consistently and because there is a lack of Toriko fics on FF. So the drabble are random, I use a word generator and go from there. If any of you are looking for something or have an idea feel free to leave it in your review and I'll see what I can do.

Drabble 1: Ghetto (slum or poor section of a city) Continuation of my previous fic 'Unrevealed Secrets'

After Coco was brought to the IGO run hospital and his injuries treated, Komatsu found himself facing a scowling Zebra, a furiously worried Toriko, a sad Sunny and a injured poison user who kept blaming himself and apologizing to Komatsu for putting him in such a dangerous situation. The Chef had no time to try and convince the injured man that he wasn't to blame for anything as Toriko and Sunny were trying to speak over each other while addressing Komatsu.

'I told you not to go out except for work didn't I? Why did you...' begged Toriko, trying to understand what Komatsu had been thinking. Sunny on the other hand was worrying over Komatsu's health, ' Did you get hurt? Did they do anything to you? You can tell me...' Both men's words simply mixing together and not making any sense to the exhausted man.

Both the night and the still burning fury Komatsu had in him combined with his growing annoyance at the men in front of him cause the normally peaceful chef to scream 'SHUT UP!' He saw Zebra wince out of the corner of his eye, making him regret his action a bit (Only a bit though) before he spoke to the Heavenly king quarto looking at him in stunned disbelief.

Komatsu took a deep breath and simply announced, ' That is enough out of you three. Coco need to rest and all of this noise is hardly going to help him do so.' A sharp glance toward said man stopped the protest before it passed his bruised lips. 'I made my choices and that's that. I didn't do it to hurt anyone except those bastards who deserved it.' The Chef lifted a hand in the air as a warning causing Toriko's mouth closed with a snap. 'I am exhausted and seriously pissed off. SO unless you want to pick a fight with me I suggest you shut up and go back home as I intend to do myself.' He growled warningly as Sunny opened his mouth in protest. ' I lived in this cities Ghetto since I was born, surviving by killing people who had money. I have fought and killed too many times to count. I have as many scars as Zebra, I am lucky they are barely visible nowadays.'

Komatsu turns around and leaves without another words. His body is slumped in exhaustion and tense from anger. As his mind wanders, his feet take him back to his home. His old home, the one he had while surviving among the thugs and illnesses that plagued his birthplace. It was in ruins, burns marks from That Day were still visible. Graffiti from an old past and the newer ones added on top simply made Komatsu feel even more exhausted.

'Brat.' The simple word resounded in his ears, drawing a painfully tired grin from the blood soaked man. 'Zebra-san.' the even more tired reply. He didn't turn around nor did he react when he felt Zebra sit down beside him. 'Reminds me of where I grew up before that cocky old man picked me off the streets.' Zebra brought out a bottle of vodka, the cheap buy in a store kind, which surprised Komatsu. He had never seen the man eat or drink anything that wasn't high grade stuff; it surprised him even more when Zebra took a swing of it before extending it toward Komatsu.

A small hand grabbed the bottle neck before it was brought to an eager mouth who gulped it down quickly. Zebra stayed quiet through it all simply accepting the bottle again and took another sip. The pattern repeated itself several times before Komatsu spoke again. 'I wont apologies. Toriko and Sunny need to stop babying me. I may not be as strong as you are but I can and will take care of myself when it comes to this kind of thing.' Zebra laughed at the word, ' You're plenty strong kid. Toriko just doesn't see that its a different kind of strength; one that doesn't revolve around food or cooking. He'll get over his own cocky opinion and get it straight soon.'

Komatsu nodded absent minded, ' I didn't think I'd ever have to use this again.' He pulls out the rusted knife from its hiding spot, slowly turning it in his hands. 'It was a present from my sister. She got killed because I was too good at following orders. I used this to kill my targets and they assumed she was the one killing them. No one ever thinks I can be a threat...' His words fall silent as tears roll down his cheeks. Komatsu takes the vodka bottle from Zebra and finishes it in one go before throwing the now empty bottle against the ruined walls of his past.

Zebra simply watches and wait until Komatsu calms down, the scarred king knew all too well the lessons taught on the street and its effects on a person's life after they leaves that world behind. So he waits, waits until Komatsu stumbles, the alcohol finally kicking in. Waits until Komatsu looks at him with that smile of his and his anger fades allowing the self pity and the fear to disappear as well. When Komatsu wraps his arms around the bigger man's neck and mutters a soft 'thank you' before passing out, Zebra simply grumbles about the chef being cocky and gets him back to his house, his real one this time.

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So there you go for the first drabble. I'll try to update at least once a week so if I don't do it feel free to pm me a wake up call.