Hiei Eats Brains
The black roots bled to bleach whites and varying shades of blond as the strands strewn out across the parquet floor. The skin around the carefully created fissure on the forehead was covered in a chalky powder. The eyes remained blank and out of focus; one was behind a shimmering blue contact that nearly created the illusion of life. The other had slipped out and lay folded and a cracking dry on the side of her cheek. The missing lens showed an eye as dull and colorless as prairie mud. The translucent aqua plastic covered a ruby mountain range that let waterfall run off down to a chapped, lip-stick caked mouth which was slightly agape showing off the rough, sandy colored teeth.
Hiei's gaze traveled down the vivid fuchsia shirt with blood stained tissue peaking out of the low cut front to the now exposed burnt orange tan line created from an artificial cream. The bitter-sweet color only covered from the top of the low rise, too tight faded jean shorts to where the blindingly pink shirt should have landed on her plush abdomen. The picture was finished with a pair of elephantine, scaly legs. Then he returned to his prize.
The young Kroomie gently plucked the small organ from the hole in this creature's forehead. A small trail of crimson followed the brain out of the girl's skull and formed a small pool in a divot previously filled with an unnatural shade of cover-up and chunked, glittering viridian eye shadow. The puddle of lost life was kept in its place by a lining of mascara residue.
Before eating any organ, Hiei always labeled its parts. (Kurama's orders) The fiery lad flexed his claws in front of his scarlet, glinting eyes before ripping the brain into its different parts. The sound of shredding muscle and sinew rang in his ears and was only punctured by the squelches and suctions that accompanied the gory symphony. He labeled a sizable portion of the brain: sex. The smaller section next to it was labeled eating disorder. The next: sex again. Next: P.I.T. rules and standards. Then there was the smallest section yet: Different noises that you can make to show surprise, glee, or any other emotion besides lust that has survived past your P.I.T. training. In the middle of the gurgling mess was a festering collection of paper. Through the maggots and mold Hiei could make out the words "Abercrombie & Fitch" just before a maggot dropped onto the corpse and began to gnaw on the chemical covered belly button.
Hiei sucked up the lobes like they were spaghetti in a meat sauce leaving a shimmering pool on the floor next to the carved words. He licked the sticky substance from his own ruby lips before standing to leave. He giggled. A breath of panic caught in his chest and bile rose up his throat. He swallowed the bile and called out "Go, Team, Go!" He fell to the floor, bracing himself with the palms of his hands, feeling dizzy. What's happening to me? He thought before reflecting on something Kuwabara had told him earlier that day and nodding his head in subconscious agreement. A sense of doom settled on the Kroomie and he tried to think of a way to reverse the evil curse his meal had placed upon him. An answer came to him. He ran off to the bathroom to try to prove his theory. Unfortunately, Hiei forgot about one of his engravings:
Eating disorder.
Is this sudden appearance of bulimia the end for the cunning, blocked off mind of everyone's favorite lone wolf or will his idea work? This is the mind of a prep we are trying to weed through…