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So this was what mortals called unbridled passion.
The sensation of being possessed by a total feeling.
He had obediently returned inside the brat, all for what? Two pretty eyes and a few kisses?
The king of curses was pacing back and forth finding it ridiculous.
—Idiot, you think any of his words were sincere?— he reproached to himself without stopping. —Sorcerers are extremely skilled, look how you've fallen.— Looking at the red ribbon he had placed on his wrist he remembered those words that sounded sincere.
"A promise, that's what he said." Sukuna remembered tearing it from his hand
—Nice try.— he mentioned frivolously before taking it between his fingers ready to set it on fire but... Again, like a fleeting memory, Gojo's expressions returned to his mind.
"He has a way of saying things that... I like, he's an idiot but he's different from the others." The curse thought keeping the red thread in his kimono.
—Damn Satoru Gojo! I'm going to kill you when you least expect it. — he yelled raising his fist before kneeling in the cold red puddle inside him, much to his regret he had the urge to press the red ribbon against his chest, holding back a playful laugh from the sorcerer in his memory.
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Satoru woke up with the same feeling as having left the stove on. When he opened his eyes, he didn't see Sukuna by his side, nothing to worry about.
Maybe he just moved to the bathroom to take a shower.
Even with the certainty he would not come out of hiding, the sorcerer saw every corner in search of some trace or hole, he was dealing with the king of curses Ryoumen Sukuna, the owner of the impossible.
—Ryoumen kun?— he called, opening the bathroom door but there was no answer. —I know you like to play, baby, but don't make it difficult for me— he begged, studying the ceiling. —Naughty, huh? You don't want to earn a spanking from me.— The human laughed maliciously, smacking his lips.
A strange noise led him to the sofa where Yuuji Itadori had fallen from it, snoring on the floor hugging a cushion.
—Yuuji!?— Satoru exclaimed, making the boy suddenly wake up.
—Where? What? Eh... Ah Sensei, don't scare me like that, I was having a good dream.— Itadori complained rubbing his eyes
—You came back already? Did he really give you back?— the older man doubted, helping him to stand up.
—Sukuna? He kept me imprisoned inside for a while, a horrible place, I don't remember anything else after that.— the boy stretched feeling his heavy body
The white T-shirt with the inscription seemed striking to him but he didn't dare to comment on it.
—Sit down, you were eight days under his power, you must be hungry.— Gojo forgot about the king of curses worrying about his student
—Eight days? It felt like an eternity. Did he caused a lot of trouble? You knock him out, Sensei?— Yuuji showed an insane need to know if the invader of his body had been beaten up
—Umm, um. I wouldn't say knock him out but...— Gojo stammered as an image of Sukuna reclining and covered in red petals flashed in his consciousness.
"I can't kill him, he means a lot to me." The albino thought, finding a double meaning in the words
—Then how you keep it under control?— the young man inquired, stroking his own hair.
—I have my methods, take a good look at the entrance, you see the seals?— asked the professor looking at the strips drawn
—Oh, you kept him prisoner like he did with me! Great— Yuuji admired, approaching the seals —Wait a minute, that means you stayed here with him, right?—
—He's not scary as most sorcerers think, we talked a bit.— the blue-eyed admitted.
—What could you talk about with that monstrosity? You both are millions of kilometers away from being similar.— The pink-haired boy tried to assume
"It wasn't too much really, we occupied our tongues with something else." Embarrassed, Gojo recalled how he had tempted the curse between curses to the point of maintaining close contact with him.
—Talking don't kill anyone, I could have hurt you if I had faced him seriously. I'm glad to know you're here again, Yuuji.— Gojo congratulated to which the pupil blushed.
—Thanks for keeping me safe.— Itadori replied, going down again
—Take a bath, even it may not seem like it there are still demonic traces on your body when you are possessed, it could be harmful to you. I'll be right back, just don't let yourself be seen by anyone, it's assumed that everyone wanted you dead. — The older one advised him, making the boy shiver.
—By the way, why you take off your blindfold?— Itadori ended up admiring
—Oh, it just bothers me a little sometimes. Nothing important, I'll be back in a heartbeat.— Gojo rushed shot like a bullet
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Yuuji had a good appetite, normal for someone his age, Gojo watched him eat at ease in silence.
—I'll let you rest for today, sleep well because tomorrow we'll start practicing.— the sorcerer advised to which the boy nodded with his mouth busy
—I miss Fushiguro and Kugisaki, will I be able to see them?— the boy asked, stirring his bowl.
—I promise you, you will see them again but not yet, many things happened and I must mend it.— Gojo sighed crossing his legs.
—I would eat more but my stomach is full, Senseeei, I don't want to go to sleep.— the youngest complained like a child
—You must do it, I warn you, I will not let you sleep afterwards.—
—Leave me a while longer, I promise to be good and obedient in everything, what else you want from me? Do you know how hard it's for me to be obedient?— he twisted in saying leaving the bowl on the table but Satoru didn't listen to his asking.
Placing his fingers on the boy's forehead caused him to faint on the couch.
"I'm so sorry, my dear boy, it must seem like the worst thing to be forced to fall unconscious on one side and the other" the professor mused, carrying him to the bed "Will he... be there?" he hesitated remembering the interior of Ryoumen "No, it's better to leave it like that, if he wanted to see me he wouldn't have left."
Denying the desire to know, the white-haired man withdrew his hand, willing to let him go without excuses or complaints.
His legs carried him to the entrance but... in a rush he returned to the boy's side taking his wrist, his irregular pulse meant one thing.
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An otherworldly heartbeat and Satoru recognized the damp, dead, silent interior of his majesty. He had entered, not with permission but of his own free will.
Sukuna recognized him from his throne emanating that well-known murderous aura.
—Can I know what the mentor of the brat wants in my domain?— the red-eyed demon asked with a suspicious voice.
—I wanted to know if everything was alright, you left without saying goodbye so I thought I had done something wrong.— Satoru assured placing his hands in his pockets
—I have nothing to reproach, I just felt uncomfortable in the human world, I came back to soak up my own energy. — The lord of curses agreed, watching him from above
They were both silent for a moment.
—I understand, I was looking for an explanation, nothing more.— the sorcerer admitted, turning his back on him.
—You are not happy? You wanted the brat, since you have him rejoice in the humanity of your student, leave me alone.— ordered the millennial being while a modest laugh resounded in the corners of the place
—Haughty, you don't like to admit what you really feel, you should learn from me.— Satoru exclaimed, disappearing for a few seconds to appear in front of Sukuna. —I couldn't stand being without you for an hour, I even came looking for you.— the human confessed, kneeling in front of him
—What are you doing?— asked the night terror looking away as he felt how the sorcerer placed his face between his knees.
—You hurt me Ryo, you don't think a bit about me.— Satoru lamented as the curse returned his gaze to him.
How much beauty his fractions portrayed, in those eyelashes where his dreams were imprisoned.
—I wasn't the one who started this relationship, was it out of pride or vanity that you didn't want to give up?— Ryoumen spoke, denying his desire to caress him
—Neither one nor the other, who can compare with you? Capturing your attention is already incredible enough.— mentioned the man
The millennial smiled gladly to hear what sounded like flattery on his part.
—That's right, you understand it very well, you couldn't find someone like me in the world, no one could give you the place you deserve.— Raising Satoru's chin with his claw he had the opportunity to notice a certain blush in the white-haired man.
—And that means...?— the human hesitated to which the curse smiled getting up
—I have been thinking about it this time and I propose something you will surely not find inappropriate— Sukuna looked over his shoulder as Gojo picked himself up from the ground. —Become my consort.— he finally released in a whisper.
Satoru kept a sepulchral silence that surprised the sovereign of impure spirits.
"Is he doubting it?" thought the pink haired
"Is he proposing to me?" For his part, Gojo devised
—It's the first time someone has asked fo- for my hand b- but... it sounds very interesting.— the youngest stammered while a drop of sweat escaped from his forehead
—You don't want to?— suspected the curse
—No! I didn't mean that, I mean yes, it's something wonderful but I don't think I'm ready to commit myself, I'm not good at partnering with anyone, doesn't the fact that I'm mortal bother you?— he hastened to remember taking his hands together
—Once you become my consort you can forget about it, I have the exact way to make you immortal, you will be young, strong and beautiful forever by my side.— the red-eyed said going to the other end of his throne
—I have never dated out with your majesties, is there any protocol or law?— the human asked
—The first thing would be to make a throne, tell me, how you prefer the bones? skulls and ribs or horns and tails?—
Gojo's stomach turned at the thought.
—Couldn't it be something else?— he asked between what seemed like a kind request
—What you want?—
—Flowers, cover it with flowers.— Gojo enthusiastically explained raising his hands.
Sukuna sighed before raising his fingers causing a tangle of branches to emerge next and then entangling them to replicate the shape of the throne, snapping his fingers fresh flowers of all sizes and colors covered the branches, these otherworldly flowers shone as if they had light on its own.
—I love it! Wow, how soft.— Satoru was happy to say leaning back between well-received laughs.
—You are the first one to ask for something simple, the others asked for silks, gold and the best perfumed woods.— the two-faced god recalled
—Others? You just said "others"— Gojo got up in alarm repeatedly hitting the ground with his shoe
—There were curses, sorcerers alike, all boastful, all coarse. After several attempts I gave up, I understood I would be strong only in myself, it always ended the same way: they betrayed me and I killed them.— he remembered in a gloomy passage from his past
—Don't you know how to distinguish between someone who wants to cut off your head and someone who might love you?— the sorcerer examined.
—I have never been guided by normal laws, if I like it or it gives me pleasure it's worth it. It's simple, if you don't betray me you'll be safe, if I perceive someone else loves you or I notice any intention of third parties you can be sure that I will reduce them to ashes.— the red-eyed threatened with a disturbing evil energy
"So jealous." thought the one in the black clothes
—Why me? There's many good candidates out there, didn't you want to kill me?—
—The strongest for the strongest, a refined essence of power, besides... you have the most beautiful face I've seen in years.— Sukuna crossed his arms muttering the last part.
Satoru chuckled trying to cover it with both hands.
—Does that influence the curses? Oh sweet darling, you shouldn't be afraid to flatter me once in a while.—
—You'll say when we can consummate this union.— The king of curses pushed him onto the throne of flowers, sitting on his lap.
—Old-fashioned, huh? Even if I wanted to I don't have the head for that, Yuuji has just returned and the council will have me in their sights, you'll have to wait for my answer.— The human asked, caressing the other's nose with his little finger.
—Don't take too long or you'll never decide.— Finishing chatting Sukuna kissed him, returning him to the human world.
The four-eyed one smiled widely before getting up to make a pointless turn and fall back on his own throne.
"Is this love or just pure madness?" He thought euphorically.
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Satoru came back looking at the ceiling as the first thing, he was actually lying on the floor next to the bed where Yuuji was sleeping like an exhausted kid after school.
Rising, he made a greater effort not to make a sound. Only when he was crossing the garden he remember to push the seals away and cover his eyes.
Had spending so much time with Sukuna made him lose his sense of law? No, it had been like that for as long as he could remember.
He had nowhere to go and no one to talk to, he was the shadow of the school, crawling out of every crack whenever he was asked to. With nothing to do, he went to the morgue where Ieiri worked every day with corpses of curses.
What better place?
Lying down on one of the stretchers, he sighed, retaining that statement between thought and thought.
"Become my consort."
The light would have blinded him if it hadn't been for his blindfold. Shoko's heels were heard when she reached the door.
—Satoru, you couldn't find another place to sleep? Tomorrow new bodies will arrive and if you're still there don't blame me for putting them on top of you. — the chestnut laughed without hearing her friend's complaint
—Shoko... can you remove my heart?— he asked, still on the stretcher.
—Wasn't enough with your Itadori boy? You want to lose it too?— the woman doubted, looking for a chair to place next to her.
—I'm in love— Satoru explained, pausing. —And I don't want to feel this anymore.— he admitted, turning around.
—In love? You? — laughed the doctor until her tears fell
—I'm being serious, hey, don't laugh Ieiri.— he scolded her, pulling a little on her white coat
—I find it impossible to believe it, you're very bad choosing who you like, I have to meet her— Ieiri slapped her own knees but when she saw Gojo's insecure gesture she understood —Oh? It's a him then, let me guess, is he a high-ranking sorcerer?—
—No.— Satoru said and as he did so a huge red X appeared on top of it.
—Is a human with a confectionery?— Shoko tried again but another X shot out —A person with problems about his purpose on earth?—
—Don't mention him, if he's dead it's for a good reason so don't bring him to this talk.— he reproached demarcating any connection to the past
—You will tell me what kind of boys you like now.—
—He's an egomaniac, bellicose, braggart, neurotic and also... forget it, it doesn't matter.— Satoru evaded with sorrow in his voice.
—You finally took a mirror. — mocked Ieiri
—Ha ha, how funny.— he ironized.
—He doesn't seem to be the kind of men you like, any reason in particular?— Shoko caressed her friend's forehead trying to comfort him
—He makes me feel things I don't understand, he makes me doubt the balance of good and evil as if looking at him both things existed, if you see it from one side it's pure evil but you see it from the other side and he can surprise you with some useful phrase.— The sorcerer with the bandage sighed believing that demon with pretty legs was taking his entire thought.
—It's not bad to experiment from time to time, don't get involved, don't let it escape, fall in love while you ignore it, do you understand?— She smiled, giving him an advice that Gojo didn't understood.
"How ignore someone you like? Strange ideas." The man muttered inside his own head.