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Matching him beat for beat hit for hit.
“It’s decided. You’re mine.” Sukuna stops expelling cursed energy. His hand falls down as you rushe to him, within a blink of an eye you’re throwing fist after fist, trying to hit the curse but each time you’re met with air. Nothing hasn’t connected yet, but if it did, it would be beautiful to feel his face beneath your palm.
“Don’t be so sure.” You chases the curse as he backs up. You want to open a domain, but you only have one shot. You’ve opened one earlier, with the smaller curses doing Sukuna’s bidding, easily ending it.
You’re willing to destroy your own body if you can even cause a little damage before your brother arrives.
If Satoru could just answer his phone and listen to your message.
“You’ve misunderstood me, little Gojo.” He grabs a hold of your neck, the power he has to not crush your windpipe yet keep you perfectly still. You panic, kicking at his sides, powerful shocks hitting the air, but he shakes it off and squeezes. Once he’s sure you’re done, he drops you down to catch your breath.” You’re an interesting girl.” He lifts your chin. Your eyes are filled with tears and red, his hand alone enough to make you draw back.
You slap his hand away.” Keep your disgusting paws off me.” You go for another hit, your stance dismantled as he moved out the way. Avoiding you like a fly to a swatter.
“I’ll touch you as I please. When I please.” He doesn’t hit you back, instead reinstating his hand back to your chin.” Your eyes are beautiful. But they’re not as strong as your brothers, are they?”
“Strong enough to kick your ass.” You quip.
“Oh I know. You’re a great fighter, you have great potential. If you weren’t tired I think you could’ve put me in a compromising position.” He bends down further towards your ear breathing in heavily before whispering .” I like talent.”
Your face flushed, immediately spinning and kicking up for the curse to dodge you once again. Not landing a hair on his head, everything about him in place and prim. He’s untouchable, and it’s driving you mad. Where he isn’t fighting back, you’re making no progress.
“Ah, Ah.” He gets a hold on your neck again, this time from the back, his larger body flush against yours.” I think you should calm down and listen to what I’m saying.”
“Flattery won’t get you far.” You bite.” It won’t keep sorcerers from trying to kill you.”
“Oh, the only one for me to worry about is you.” He’s in front of you now, caressing the side of your face.
“You’re afraid I’ll exorcise you.” You accuse. A mad mistake to take his smile for nervousness. He’s messing with you. Literally sidestepping each blow. He makes you feel slower then you ever were.
“There’s something about you I like. You see, your brother ran from me the majority of our fight. You’re chasing me.” He says lowly.” You’re blocking me.” His face is so close to yours, lips almost, almost brushing your plump top lip.” No one can keep up with me, but you’re managing after opening a domain and using a great amount of curses energy. As I said, I like talent.”
You grab his hand, pulling it away and landing a slap filled with cursed energy to his cheek. He let you do that. It was allowed, and it bothered you that he was unbothered by it.
“I could hone your skills and make you more powerful than me.” He says between your anger filled punches.
What is he doing, bargaining?
“I won’t join you.” You move again to land another, this one not allowed, unwarranted. He catches your wrist.
“Listen to me, little Gojo.” He holds your hand as if it’s fine art.” I’d simply like to make you mine.” He gives a toothy smile, obviously embarrassed with himself for admitting what he wanted. He takes. Sukuna takes anything he wants. But here he is, not asking, but stating. Explaining his behavior before he acts on it.
He doesn’t want to hurt you. But he will.
You tilt your head awkwardly to the gentle hold he had on you. The way his blood red eyes find your azure ones.” Come.” He demands, grabbing your arm and taking you atop of a random tree. You didn’t have a choice anyway.
You weren’t where you were fighting just moments ago. Miles away from where you told Satoru to find you. Where you were trying to keep Sukuna busy until your backup had arrived.
“What’s your name?”
“Gojo.” You responded. You were extremely low. You couldn’t fight now that your anger had subsided to confusion.
“Your full name.” He says, as if it wasn’t already obvious he knew your clan.
You hesitated for a moment, but as the seconds ticked by and the look on his face descended to a frown, you caved. “Y/N Gojo.” You weren’t scared of him. At least that’s what you told yourself. You’d never fear someone who’s been killed before. It’s not impossible, it’s doable. Could you do it? No.
“Gorgeous. Just gorgeous.” He walks along the branch.” What would it take to see you again?”
“You won’t.” you stood up, using the last of what you have to warp somewhere, anywhere but the tree. When you’re on the ground you dry heave before spitting up blood in your own hands. You tilt your head back to try and gain some air, quickly falling back to your knees as more comes up.
“You’re tough.” Sukuna muses.” Very tough. I like that in a woman. I want you to deny any man who tries to have you other man me. You use the last of your energy. But, You’ll be mine. So there’s no reason to be expelling so much.”
“Get away from me.” You try to snap, but it comes off more afraid, you’re a cornered animal with nothing left to give, no fight left in your system.
You have a rare technique, your cursed technique isnt anything special. You have magnetic technique, as long as you make contact, you can bring your opponent to you or teleport to them. With each hit you can steal their cursed energy. The only down side is an auto hunt that you can’t control for the life of you once you consume too much cursed energy. You’re out of control and the more cursed energy you absorb the more you’re putting yourself at risk, constantly hunting your target until they kill you or you kill them.
Sukuna is the wrong target to activate it with.
Combined with the limitless technique you spent a lifetime trying to perfect, it was a duo you tried to maintain without getting killed.
Your technique has a lot of hiccups. You couldn’t pull stronger opponents while you’re still weak, and sometimes your couldn’t teleport to them because of a protective layer they’re emitting. However autohunt doesn’t make you immune to poisons it had a nasty after effect on your body where you feel your ribs are caving in and your bones are broken. You’ll heal in the midst of auto hunt but you’ll feel all the damage afterwards. But against an opponent like Sukuna, you’ll die on site.
Autohunt was supposed to be your trump card. In case of anything, you let it go, but it’s useless when you can’t control it. Spending massive amounts of cursed energy to kill will waste your own life.
You were adopted, picked off from the street and made the youngest daughter in the Gojo family. Since you were four you’ve been practicing every day. Your dad was strict, but it was all to protect you. So you’d never fear being thrown on the street ever again. Never useless, never filled with fear and never to be abused.
And as limitless formed, your unknown clans technique also did. It was hard, and it was painful, but you did it and you were proud. You were close to being grade 1 by the time you got done handle on both. You weren’t perfect and you sure weren’t the strongest sorcerer in grade 1, but you’d try your best to hone your skills.
But now your at the mercy of the King of Curses and your mind falls back to Satoru. He could probably keep up with Sukuna better than you, and here you were. Beaten with a weak warp, and only able to use limitless once.
You thought you were useless.
“Y/N.” Sukuna spoke.” When I’m speaking, you listen. Only the worthy get to hear my voice and not die seconds later.” His voice booms.
You looked at him as you look at every other curse. With no emotion, just another disgusting mark on the earth.
But this was the king of curses, and when he wanted something he always got it. Always.
“You’ll meet me back here before sundown. Don’t be late.”
Your day was filled with problems, curses caused those problems as they closed in on cities. Taking hostages and missing people going left and right.
But Sukuna, King of curses wanted you. He wanted you.
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Your phone rang with the shitty fart ringtone Satoru set for himself a few days ago. But, at least you knew exactly when he was calling you.”
“Where are you? I’m here.” He chirps into the phone.
“Are you kidding me right now?“ you snap into the phone as you limp through the vacant field.” I had to face…a bunch of curses alone.” You said. As much as you like to, you can’t. You don’t know why you can’t. It’s stupid anyway.
Not like Satoru can put much of a fight against him anyway.
“Sorry, I was on the other side of town. About four or five curses causing trouble in a school.”
“Jesus…” you stop walking as he sighs.
“Six kids, gone. Two are alive and I sent Megumi to track them but…I don’t know.” He only sounded like this with you. When he was truly upset about something. He didn’t hide it with you, he trusted you. He knew you wouldn’t hurt him.” I haven’t heard back from him in a while. The dogs pick up quickly but I just—I don’t—I don’t know.” You could hear the disappointment in his voice. With himself, all towards himself. Forget about how the curses got there in the first place, he immediately blamed himself for their losses.
“Are you ok? You keep grunting.”
“I opened a domain. I’m pretty beat up.” You sigh, taking deep breaths as you limp on.
“I’m so proud of you.” In those words, your leg straightened up and your bag went rigid. You bring your hand to your own mouth as it the memory courses through. Realization hits you like a truck. You opened a domain while under extreme pressure. You did that. No help, on the brink of being completely empty. Almost had your ass handed to you on a platter and yet Gojo was proud of you.
Beaten to a pulp by the curse before Sukuna toyed with you. Your older brother was proud of you.
You held in your excitement for the most part and repeated the phrase right back to him. He needed it more than you. It was just you and the curses, Satoru had a school to protect. He needs it.
“You want to get a drink later?” He asked still looking around for you. He can tell your close.
“I just want to get this blood off me. It stinks.” You complain.
“You can make it home ok?”
“Yeah.” You respond. You hand up after a quick ‘love you’ in which Satoru demanded you get home safe.
Now you have more promises to fulfill.
You make one last attempt and warp home, crashing into your furniture like a train. Luckily the table withstood your weight as you landed hard on it, groaning and now cradling your sore arm.
“My fucking—“ your curse, hissing as it spreads, blood still dripping from your mouth. The walk up the stairs was agonizing, like
Your bones were crippling with each step. You couldn’t move your body too well to get your uniform off so you resorted to cutting it. You have enough uniforms to last a life time. You chop everything off except your bra, shimmying it off as well as you could before you began running the water.
You dropped your body in the tub long before it was full. You just couldn’t stand to wait or—stand really. Washing off the dirt and blood felt great, and by the time you were done, you drained the disgusting water and filled the tub back up with clean.
You just needed to relax. The hot water ebbed away a little of the pain in your leg, but it still hurt like shit.
You wanted to stay in for hours, but you just couldn’t. Sleep was more important, eating cold wait until tomorrow. You drained it again, gripping the edge of the tub to bring your body up, fearful of falling down and fucking yourself up even more.
You dried off and hit the bed before any more pain could sneak up on you and knocking out ungracefully.
The morning passed you by, and so did the night, but as you slept you were able to build up cursed energy. You weren’t drained, but you weren’t up to par either.
It disgusted you. How weak you were. How stupid you were to try and fight Sukuna. Actually thinking you’d win against a thousand year old curse who’s fought millions of opponents.
“Something told me you wouldn’t meet me.” A voice sounds near the edge of your bed. Your eyes blinked open, quickly sitting up, which was a huge mistake for your back.
“But, since you were pretty beat up, I’ll give you a chance to explain yourself.” He offered, like he was this god who had the choice of weather or not you live or die.
Which he was. And he did.
“I—“ you began. Nervousness ticking your heart as the King himself stood over your bed.
“Speak. You stood me up. What could possibly be your excuse?” He demanded.
“I can’t—move.” You grunted out. You really couldn’t. He could kill you right now and you’d have no way to fight back before it happened. You were limp, in pain and weak.” I’m not able to...” You shrunk back as he tilted his head.
“Continue.” He said.
“I couldn’t walk if I wanted to.”
Sukuna bellowed a laugh. A loud, rich laugh from the depths of his body. It scared you for a moment. An evil laugh usually follows with pain or death or torture. But instead he rips the covers from your naked body. But he only looks at your eyes. Just those azure blues you developed.
“I don’t have to fuck you to render your legs useless. I barely touched you at all yesterday, really.” He amused himself with the idea though, long fingers touching his chin.
You tugged the covers back up your naked body, yet the king disagreed.
“Put them back.”
“I’m cold.”
“I said put them back.” The depth of his voice alone forced you to comply.
You were in no position to fight. You tossed them back down, now they only covered your ankles, and Sukuna starts to drift his eyes down your body.
Untouched skin, save for one small scar on your neck.
“What happened here?” The question caught you off guard. Sukuna came along the side of the bed, running his hand up your leg to spread his fingers along your thigh.” Tell me.”
Tell him.
“You did that.” Your tone drops to a defensive attitude, but Sukuna doesn’t jump to correct it. He just stares at your neck, the scar quick to form now that cursed energy is running through your veins.
“I didn’t mean to, petal. I just needed you to calm down.” His voice doesn’t soften, but it holds genuine sympathy. His hand continues its journey up, going between your chest up to your neck. You jerk your head away as he runs a finger alone the forming scar.
“Stop it.” He commands. He goes to tough you again and your shrink back as best as you can, but he chases. He’s demanding, and every inch of you is afraid of what he can do.
“It hurts.” You tell him, moving again as he tries to touch you. It really does it and brings a tight feeling in your throat as his hand goes for it again. He rubs it, what he did to your pretty skin.
“My intention wasn’t to harm you.” He lifts your chin the same way he did yesterday.
“You literally fought me.” You snap. Anger boiling as the curse continued to play like he actually gave a fuck. This wasn’t house, and you knew damn sure Sukuna of all people didn’t care.
“Check your tone.” He snaps back with double the energy, double the aggression. His thumb caresses the scar, your body stilled alone from his voice.
“I should make it up to you. I can’t allow this one slip up to ruin my chances.”
His hand crawls back down your body, placed on your stomach is where he stops. His hand runs back and forth across your waist. The ache soothed with the gentle rub of his hand. The cool touch of his fingertips soothed the soreness while setting your skin on fire.
“But I’d never do such a thing without little Gojo’s permission.” He leaves one kiss against your chin, his cold touch leaving your skin hot as he pulls away.
“I’ll make you breakfast.” He states, and leaves you in your confusion.” When I come back, I’ll dress you and feed you.” He said. There was no room for argument.
What the fuck just happened?
Your mind runs rabid, each thought only present for a second before it’s replaced with another and another and another until you’re overwhelmed from your head to your soles.
You tried to get up, to scoot from the bed but your body stayed down, the pain in your muscles enough to pin you. You can hear the movement downstairs. The stove clicking on and your cabinets being opened. Just as Sukuna rummages through your fridge, the king himself is back on the corner of the bed, legs crossed and his knuckles against his cheek.
”Why is a slice of cake the only thing in your fridge?” He asked, voice on the border of angry, but he contained it for you.” Y/N, where’s your fucking food?”
”I’m never home.” You pulled the covers back over your form, as if he hadn’t already seen and touched what was apparently his.
”So what do you eat?”
”I eat out.” You say, playing with the edge of the blanket, and Sukuna rubs a hand over his face. He’s annoyed already.
”I’ll order something. But don’t let it happen again.”
What the actual fuck is happening right now?
He orders some food for you and dressed you while it comes. You can tell he’s trying to be patient and gentle. But it’s not in his nature. He’s a curse, a thing unfit for passiveness.
”You’re hurting me.” You say as he pulls up some sweatpants over your hips. Stretching your legs out and forcing you to stand. He holds you with one hand, only needing one to support you while he unfolds your shirt.
”Shut up.” He rolls it up and pulls it over your head, pushing each arm through. You couldn’t wear a bra because his patience ran real thin while trying to snap it on. He was pulling too far and each time he tried to get the next loop, the one before undid itself.
You sit back in the bed, thankful it’s over. Your face remains the same, unreadable save for the discomfort over your lips.
”There. All done.” He pets your head.” You did good putting up with me, baby.” The nickname rolls off his tongue as if it were natural. As if it were your born name.
There’s a Knock at the door and within about four seconds the food is on the bed and Sukuna is opening up the bag.
”Now, eat.” He holds the spoon to your lips. He doesn’t know if you like it, or if you’re even allergic. But he holds the spoon full of food to your lips and you have no choice but to obey, or starve or even worse.
Upset him.