the sushi fic

"dan?" phil called from across the house. "can you come in here?"

phil had bought the ingredients to make his best friend some delicious japanese style sushi. he had put on his cosplay outfit for food wars, the wig and headband included. he even had the lethal looking knife close by on the counter, glinting in the sunlight streaming through the window.

dan padded through the hallways to the kitchen, never taking his eyes from his glowing  phone screen for a second, not even to open the glass door which he, of course, walked into.

dan swore loudly, rubbing his forehead and gasping when his fingers came back scarlet red. like strawberry jam, or hot sauce.

phil walked over to dan, opened the door and peered at the wound on his head. it was shallow, but even so, phil licked his lips and hoped that dan didnt notice.

he didnt.

phil lead him to the kitchen counter and helped him sit on a spare bit of the side. he went and got out the first aid kit, to 'bandage' him up.

he opened the box, and smiled at the assortment of knives that were securely fastened into the green plastic. he told dan to close his eyes as he cleaned it up. but instead, he picked up a rubber mallet and hit him square on the temple.

dan went out like a light.

hours later, dan woke up, tied to the dining room table by what appeared to be seaweed wraps.

he was completly naked aside from sticky rice covering his groin, wasabi on his nipples and say sauce in his belly button.

he groaned and saw phil, staring at the sharp side of the knife, constantly licking his lips. he saw dan, awake, and smiled.

"so you are finally awake danny boy"

"i guess, what do you want?"

"remember that i said i was gonna make sushi?"

"uhh, yeah."

"you are my sushi"

"what the everloving hell phil"

"you heard me"

dan sighed and closed his eyes, tears flowing down his face.

'seasoning' phil thought, and licked his lips yet again.

dan cried even harder when he saw phil licking his lips.

"if you are going to kill me, do it quickly" he cried, his words broken and cracked.

"well of course" he smiled. "i wouldnt have it any other way." he suddenly grinned. "you didnt say anything about the build up though!"

he started laughing hysterically.

his laughs echoed through dans ears as terror and grief racked through his body in agonising waves.

phil stood up and grabbed a small sashimi knife.

he ran the tip of the blade across dans ribs, leaving a thin red line in its wake that weeped crimson liquid.

dan screamed loudly, tears flowing, never stopping.

phil licked the tip of the knife, smacking his lips in thought.

"you need seasoning bear."

he sprinkled some salt and squeezed a lime on the line which was causing a pool to form underneath him.

only dogs could hear dans scream.

phil continued to carve into dans flesh with his collection of japanese catering knives. after each incision he tasted the knife, and seasoned his freshly cut flesh.

then, after what seemed to be an hour, and after all of dans screams had been screamed so that he lay there in silent agony with tears of pain flowing into his hair and face, phil stopped.

he brought in a silver platter from another room, and set it near to where dan was strapped.

"ive had my fun now. its gonna be over soon."

"finally" dan whispered.

"i need my sushi now dont i?"

phil grabbed the knife that he had at first, the one from the cosplay.

he dug it into dans seasoned flesh and pared it away from the bone, separating it from his thigh where it once was.

he slapped the chunk of meat onto the silver platter and smiled as the blood trickled out of it and filled the platter.

dan screamed a silent scream.

phil continued to pare meat from dans convulsing body, seasoning it as he went.

soon, most of the flesh was gone and dan was nothing but a skeleton.

dead on the table.

phil brought the meat from the table to the kitchen counter where he placed it on the chopping board.

he removed the skin from the meat and sliced it thinly into red coloured ribbons.

he lay out strips of seaweed on a platter, and smoothed out the sticky rice from dans body on top of the seaweed.

he layered strips of dan onto the rice, and thinly spread wasabi from dans nipples over the top.

he placed thinly sliced vegetables over the meat and wasabi and rolled the seaweed up into a roll.

he sliced the roll into sushi shapes and placed them artistically onto the platter.

slowly, he took the platter, with some soy sauce back to the table where dan was still strapped down and stripped of any flesh he once had.

munching noisily on the dan sushi, he smiled, patting dans skeleton affectionatly before kissing his cold cheek amd shoving more sushi into his face.

still with the food wars cosplay on, wig and all.