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Gojo sighs before entering the shelter, this task is twice as difficult as educating Itadori or facing the council's senior despots.
Yuuji is supposed to have lost his heart when Sukuna's outburst wreaked havoc far from the danger zone. Well, they were about to dissect him... For reasons he suspected, the King of Curses managed to evade death by regenerating Itadori's heart.
What a problem... Sukuna adamantly refused to return Yuuji after raising him from the dead, taking control and opportunity now that the brat was weak from the loss of his heart.
He had been "kidnapped" for three days where the child did not appear. Gojo had to take him to the hideout that he kept secret in case the elders harassed him. Some trick up his sleeve caused the living curse to stop in the space Sukuna himself now inhabited.
—Good morning!— The sorcerer initially greeted with the typical laugh. —How did the most dangerous curse in the world woke up?— He greeted as if he were a child.
Sukuna rolled his eyes tired of starting to listen to him.
—I longed to rip your head off, but that's not going to happen today— the demon leaning back in the chair denied languidly.
—And why not? Is Yuuji still there talking to you?— the albino tried to find out, keeping a safe distance.
—I no longer want him to take control of his body, as a hostage he serves more than as a sorcerer. Trust me, I'm doing you a favor.— The centenarian snorted wearily.
—Maybe but I miss him a lot, you see, Itadori has something that you don't.— raising his index finger the sorcerer admitted
—Idiocy?— attacked the other, closing his eyes.
—Heart, ironic of course, because you ripped it from his body.— The man spoke gracefully, walking to stand in front of the chair. Sukuna looked up before noticing the guard's sealed lips.
—You want your pup back... Pathetic.— hissed the marked one, knowing by default his desire
—You stole his body but... you keep him alive, it's a lot and that's why I want to give you five days' notice.— Gojo crouched down in front of the demon.
—Notice?— Sukuna pretended to hear him.
—Either you return Yuuji in five days or I'll seal you where no one can find you until the end of time.— That sweet voice promised chilling things with ease.
—In case you can do it, wouldn't you take your student too? Listen to your words before threatening, fourth grade sorcerer.— the pink-haired complained in a bad mood
—Then I will have to torture you as only I could— the youngest reasoned thoughtfully —Treating you well.—
—What nonsense are you saying? No wonder you chose the brat as a student, you're both crazy.— Sukuna sniffed his nose somehow equally imprisoned.
—Then you won't mind if I take my liberties— Gojo untied the dark blindfold around his face normally before revealing it. —It's good to get fresh air on your face.— The professor said as his handsome face was adorned by a pink background full of flowers
—Now you're punishing me— murmured the curse.
—Come on, don't be shy, I won't kill you.— Gojo approached and placed his elbows on the edge of the chair.
"Not before I get Itadori out at least." thought the teacher smiling
—Get out of my space, I won't allow you to disrespect me.— The pink-haired man growled, raising his claws, but before even hitting Satoru's face, a mysterious force stopped him, an energy that immobilized him.
—Careful, I don't want your pretty nails to break into pieces, it's very painful— interrupted the white-haired man taking Sukuna's hand, placing it on his face and forcing the king of curses to touch him —Cold as the hand of a corpse.— contrary to the meaning of the phrase Gojo said it with tenderness
—Let go of me, sorcerer with a bad streak.— With a quick movement Sukuna managed to remove his hand sooner than expected —What?— The demon caressed his numb fingers without understanding the energy
—I let you remove it understanding that it bothers you but if you don't return Yuuji that will happen every day of your eternity, you don't want that right?— Satoru threatened Sukuna smiled with that machiavellian gesture that he maintained daily.
—Are you going to torture me every day? I don't think your mortal life will give you enough time, I can make this drone live forever.—
—I'll have to make an effort— Satoru whispered, getting closer until their faces almost met. —Well then! what do you want to eat?— asked getting up
—Eat?— Sukuna regretted having thought —Bring me the flesh of heroes, the blood of women, the terror in the eyes of humans when you tear them out and eat them.— he exclaimed with the sadistic tone
—I'll order steak, or do you prefer chicken? Better Sushi, right?— asked the teacher
Sukuna cursed in his guts that he was bound to humans.
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Gojo took the shrimp between his chopsticks to bring it closer to the demon god but he sent it to the ground with a short swipe.
—Hey! If you don't want it, just say so, how rude.— murmured the white-haired man.
—Human food is pathetic, humans are garbage but at least they used to have a bit of integrity, how can a tiny little animal like this be considered food?— he said in a terrible mood holding another shrimp
—I'm sorry for Itadori who has to put up with you in his head all day, if you don't want to eat you should go to bed.— suggested the teacher indicating the direction
—It seems you don't understand, you're dealing with the great Sukuna, the demon god, the terror of other curses and of humans alike— the pink-haired man shouted proudly, getting up from the chair to extend his arms.
—What a weird way of saying you don't need to sleep.— Satoru clarified.
—Let me go, sorcerer, maybe if you free me I'll spare your life.— the demon tried to negotiate
—Thanks but no, letting you go is the same as walking in the dark with a knife in the hand. You may not want to eat or sleep but there is something you can do.— Gojo admitted crossing his legs.
The demon kept silent to hear the next madness.
—You should take a bath— said the sorcerer, raising a hand.
—That's for women.— Sukuna denied disappointed.
—You have faced several curses and Itadori's blood is still on your skin, come with me— the youngest asked, standing up.
—I refuse, there is nothing you can do against me, if you lay a finger on me...— the spells were strange, from one moment to another the atmosphere changed, from talking in the living room to entering the bathroom directly falling naked into the bathtub —Bastard!— Sukuna yelled into the water
—It's not illegal to use some other spell to bend you, relax. Say cheese!— exclaimed the albino taking several photos of the fact Sukuna was ready to shout carefully but the touch of the warm water did not feel unpleasant. The water had this strange scent that he never smelled, a thin layer of white round things floating on top.
—What the hell is this?— He hesitated, bursting one with his claws.
—Cherry-scented bubbles and machi! With ninety percent less invasive ingredients, beauty of nature, twenty-four hour protection against germs, because your skin deserves it.— Satoru reported with a commercial background full of posters
—Smells different.— the demon reasoned, rubbing the skin on his arm.
—Do you want me to help you?— the white-haired man hesitated, rubbing a sponge, Sukuna set it on fire just by flapping his fingers, turning it into ashes. —I'll take that as a no, a duckling?— he punctured it by deflating it —Well, I understand, damn it— Gojo whispered crossing his arms —When you finish bathing, there's the towel, it's used to dry you.— he said in the tone of a capricious child leaving the bathroom with a slam.
—What's happening? Everyone at this time is crazy.— admitted the king of curses.
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—Hey, you, what are you doing with this thing?— Sukuna asked when he finished bathing, shaking the damp towel.
—Put it on the floor, I'll take it to the laundry room at some point— Gojo commented lazily, stretching out on the couch.
—What comes next?— doubted the demon walking naked through the middle of the lair.
—According to the files, you liked to wear white, I didn't get a kimono worthy of the terror of the night, but maybe you'll accept it or prefer to go with nothing in the skin, the truth is I'm not a moralist and it doesn't bother me either.— admitted the sorcerer throwing the garments in Sukuna's direction with a smug smile
—Trash.— the demon muttered, watching him strictly.
—Let me help.— Gojo wasn't really interested in the mundane topic of modesty, taking the white t-shirt, he laughed because of the typography printed on the fabric that recited "F*ck you"
—I don't need you to put your hands where I don't want them— the eldest warned him, taking his pants.
—What a humor, don't you have another face other than the bad day at school?— the only reaction of the curse was to put on his pants in silence —What a good pair you have there— Satoru said biting his lips to which Sukuna roared —No, seriously, I love those boots— the other mended, pointing to the half-pipe boots he had gotten for him.
—Even if you don't think I'm interested in what you do or not, I won't give you the brat.— Snatching his shirt, he put it on for the white-haired's liking
—I'm not interested in what you say or not either, it's just enough that you're okay Ryo-Ryo.— To add another little annoying touch Satoru used his diminutive name pinching one of the demon's cheeks.
Sukuna only took a few steps back.
—Are you going to chain me so you can sleep in peace?— asked the impure spirit
—You're not the only one who doesn't need to sleep, I'll keep a close eye on you, make yourself comfortable. Today we will watch King Kong.— the youngest sang.
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Sukuna never thought that humans were stupid to the point of boredom, it was two in the morning and he was still enduring Satoru's tears when he saw how a giant ape fell from a skyscraper.
—You make merits to return the brat.— The curse spoke to himself.
—Now, is Yuuji coming back?— the taller one ended up blowing his nose with a handkerchief.
—No!— shouted the older one in a bad mood. —You're a coward keeping me a prisoner here, let's go out and really fight, whoever dies first loses.— The pink-haired man maliciously proposed
Satoru appeared with a giant red question mark above his head before bursting out laughing.
—You couldn't look me straight in the eye.— The man managed to say between laughs.
Sukuna placed himself on his knees on the couch causing a wave of energy that moved the base of the floor.
—Oh? You were serious, what a coincidence, so am I.— The professor admitted keeping his gaze straight without blinking.
Sukuna rested his vision on the sorcerer's electric eyes trying to understand how the flesh succumbed to his power. Those perfect spheres produced so many sensations, the eyes of the demon were static for moments without any other sensation than total emptiness, around the matter lost meaning, the world stopped turning in the ocean of Gojo where nothing and no one pierced with life.
The gravity, the weight of the earth, the meaning of death converged into a single blue-colored idea. Satoru blinked free of the enchantment, Sukuna wondered at what point he had stopped breathing as the air rushed into his body.
—Get it now? Beautiful, you couldn't beat me in a thousand lifetimes— the albino cheered —Let's stop talking, you should rest— Gojo got up rummaging through the cupboards for a blanket he had left not long ago —Come on, lie down.— the commanding voice sounded hysterical in man's throat
—Why don't you die at once?— stammered the marked, still drowning.
—It wouldn't be easy for you to do it, take it, wrap yourself up.— Placing the blanket around his shoulders he made the demon rejected the sensation, who hated being touched.
—You don't understand, I don't need your mercy, when I have all the power of my body I will kill you without hesitation.— Sukuna repeated, pulling aside the blanket abruptly.
Gojo kept silent looking at the fallen blanket on the floor, well, it could have been worse.
—What a fool you have turned out to be, Sukuna, king of curses.— the sorcerer spoke softly.
—Kill me if you want, you know that I'm not going to bend to your whims, I hope this brat dies soon.— the pink-haired man shouted in bad faith before feeling what seemed like a delicate blow.
Satoru had just slapped him.
—You don't suffer from headaches, if you understood that hearing you say "I'm going to kill this" "I'm going to kill that" "I'm going to kill you" is stressful, you wouldn't do it, besides you could take advantage of my retreat to escape but when you open your mouth the only thing what you are doing is complicating the situation.— moving his fingers Satoru conjured cursed seals on the door that led to the outside
"Is he crazy? He locked himself in with me." Sukuna pondered watching the cursed energy run through the seals
—I don't care at all if you like it or not, the elders of the council are watching you, trying to kill you, if you don't behave there will be no way I can protect you both.— Satoru sat on the couch looking at his opponent.
—I understand, it's not me you care for but your student, well... I think I misunderstood your words.— admitted the curse touching the burning on his cheek
—I have the best of characters but don't bother me with killing one of my students.— the teacher said to remain silent after his words
"Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara are the remnants of a new generation of talent, I can't let them down." He remembered throwing his head back
—I can't breathe with you here.— murmured the marked one, bending his legs on the chair to meditate, covering himself in his own energy.
"You bark but you don't bite. I get it, you need Yuuji but I doubt he will give you his body at will, he's waiting to find more fingers." The albino tried to reason, watching him focus.
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Inevitably Satoru fell asleep in the same couch he shared with the demon. The same dark spirit that noticed the sorcerer's carelessness.
"To be powerful he behaves like an idiot" he spoke to himself "Who is this? With the rank he has he should lead all the other sorcerers, however he is satisfied with educating these larvae." he remembered reluctantly.
Raising his claws again he tried to attack it to no avail as Gojo's barrier ejected him electrifying the demon's arm completely.
"I'm not going to be able to butcher him like this, I'll have to deal with the others first to finish him off." the ancient evil spirit smiled wide, feeling how his claws still held the energy. Taking the human's chin, he managed to touch him, understanding that he could only have contact in this way.
"He smells like a god…" he studied sniffing him closely "And he looks like a god" the demon repeated looking at his appearance "Will it count as damage if I remove his tongue?" Sukuna tried to discern by opening the sorcerer's mouth with one of his long black nails, pretty pinkish lips adorning Gojo's elegant face, Sukuna imagined managing to bite out the smug grin he had every day by bringing his fangs closer to the tender human flesh.
Feeling friction on his body made Gojo to opened his eyes only to see the king of curses trying to... eat him?
—Pervert! I'll fall asleep for a few minutes and you're already taking advantage of me.— he yelled in a high-pitched voice, giving him another slap.
—What are you talking about? I was trying to eat you, I can't stand the need to quench my thirst for blood anymore, for some reason your security field didn't react to my touch.— the eldest clarified, feeling the slap twice as much as the electrocuted arm.
—And how would it react if you were about to kiss me? Oh God, I feel so fragile.— the sorcerer shivered, caressing his own arms.
—Kiss? No, no, no, I don't practice the methods of humans to continue reproducing, I just wanted to eat you a little.— he grumbled in a whisper.
—Uhm?— Satoru hesitated with a cartoon face. —Ah, well, it's not like you brushed my lips without any importance, still... I must get away from you!— the human yelled.
—Was it my idea to lock you in here with me?— Sukuna asked placing a hand over his eyes with embarrassment.
—I'm sorry Sukuna, but ours is impossible— the room was left in total darkness before the light of a spotlight hit Satoru's figure —For generations curses and sorcerers have lost their lives fighting each other, now the king of curses feels that his soulmate is a sorcerer from this century. Please, Sukuna, promise me that you won't come looking for me again, promise me.— the human acted, kneeling in front of the curse.
—What are you talking about? Save your stupidities for others.— the pink-haired man yelled before raising his hand but was repelled by Satoru's energy, concluding in a clash of power.
Sukuna was thrown from the couch to the wall causing Gojo to sigh.
—Provoking him wasn't the best idea, it won't change with Itadori like this.— denied the sorcerer, seeing him on the ground, unconscious.