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Worlds Away JJK AU/ Chapter 95 - Stimulation 🔞

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“Doll…”, Toji engulfs her lips with his own, using his mass to impose his stature. When he breaks away for breath, he’s drawn to her half-lidded glowing eyes and to how her fluttering lashes have collected the tiniest of droplets; the light catches them perfectly. Adjusting his hold, he bucks Elska upwards to better secure her against the wall but the tile is incredibly slick, causing him to slide.

They slipped not even an inch but its enough for Elska to recognize that perhaps there will be a better time for this position later. She giggles into Toji’s lips right before he lowers her down, his attitude unapologetic but also copacetic. Stepping towards the warm stream, Elska shivers from lust alone while contemplating on Toji’s demeanor. She doesn’t truly believe that he’d drop her but that would add quite the damper on the day, “My beloved, that was a close o-…ahh!”.

Toji collides into her back, trapping her within his arms to share the free-falling stream. Their hips sway them slowly, his right arm bending near her breast to cross her shoulders; her hands hanging from his forearm. She asks, “Is everything alright?”, giving reason for the slighted smirk being birthed over her head. Of everything isn’t alright. He has to literally show his ass and terrify everyone in order to steal her away. As Toji’s eyes trail off to the left where the shampoo bottles sit in suds, he refrains from speaking harshly and instead exhales.

“Hmph.”, Elska twists around to face Toji with an eyebrow raised, asking, “What is wrong? You can talk to me…”. She raises a hand to cup his cheek but his large fingers snatch her wrist, to which she’s yanked into him. She closes her eyes while coupled into his skin and hones into his energy, trying to gauge his disposition by that alone. She gets nothing that is revealing to the point of making a judgement. It’s not enough.

Toji has become aware of everyone assembling in the bedroom and with a heated glare, fumes at the possibility of being interrupted. A gentle hand captures his chin, guiding it back to the one thing that can sate his insatiable thirst. His mind instantly cools and Toji allows himself the calming affect of her touch; nuzzling into it as her soft hands caress his cheek. She pulls his head downward, him obliging as their eyes close and their lips connect. It feels like such an improvement to have her undivided attention, as things were moons ago. Her mouth parts open, his hands slide to her hips. “Toji…”, leaves her in the form of a needing mewl, his wanton growl replying as naturally as the water bends to gravity.

~BANG~

Elska’s head snaps towards the door while his view burns menacingly towards the floor as he snarls, “That’s it…”.

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“THE FUCK!?”, Orao is shoved backwards into a mirror, thinking that specific piece was going to crash down over him. He scurries to his side, his cells clamoring incessantly to escape from danger.

“Please, don’t do this.”, Choso’s soft voice cascades calmly.

Orao jumps to his feet and postures himself in a much more aggressive stance, finding his glare to rest on the back of Naoya’s head, ‘He dare…’. His anger over being tossed like trash subsides momentarily when he gathers that Zenin only threw him to get him out of reach. Choso now stands beside the shaman with the katana, repeating, “Don’t do this.”. The sheer audacity of the young shaman with expression of a wounded dragon remains on himself but all of this only adds to Orao’s bewilderment while he mauls over Choso’s aide.

“Naoya!”, Maki cries with hands over her mouth as Yuuta rips the tip of his sword from her cousin’s arm. Naoya flinches but barely demonstrates pain, though she knows it must hurt. With a stiffened hand, she aims it towards Yuuta’s head, shouting, “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”.

Yuuta accepts the slap to his nape dutifully, now refining some of his temperament but he’s lost with how no one else seems to suspect the stranger, ‘This guy is one of them.’, that he’s certain. With Naoya’s blood dripping from the tip of his blade, Okkotsu berates himself over the mistake and offers, “I’m sorry…”.

Gojo sits up in the bed, still fully exposed but uncaring, “Should’ve just let Yuuta do it!”, shrugging his shoulders with disinterest. He watches Naoya shrug off the wound but tunes into his thoughts to hear, ‘FUCK THIS HURTS! I’VE GOT A FUCKING HOLE IN ME! I need to feed…these God Damn ruffians...FAAAACK’. Satoru snickers under his breath, lying back down to wait for his love to be done with her shower. He and nearly everyone jumps out of their skin when Toji once again barrels through the door to tell them all to shut the fuck up. Gojo’s eyes narrow, ‘He’s been in there with her this enitre time!???’, now feeling less patient.

“THIS ISN’T A FUCKING PLAYGROUND SO STOP ACTING LIKE IT IS!”, Toji roars, at his wits end with managing this circus, “CAN’T EVEN THINK WITH ALL THIS NOISE.”.

“Think?”, Gojo taunts rigidly, “More like fuck.”.

Naoya gasps, “Hey, wait a minute!!”, also now realizing that Toji was keeping Elska to himself, “What are you doing in there?!”. He grabs his arm and opens his mouth to warn all against attacking his princess today.

Gojo stands up and stretches, “I just told you lover boy!”, knowing that it’ll be harder for the sneaky Fushiguro to succeed with all the attention on them. Naoya’s jaw drops as if he feels betrayed thus filling Satoru with satisfaction, “And while we were all right here too!”, he whines, fanning the flames.

Toji face falls flat, his annoyance abundantly clear. He looks around the room, sees Getou, Maki, Yuuta and that fucking body guard; all people who don’t need to know what he and Elska were up to. ‘It needs to stay that way…’, his old-fashioned streak shining through until Naoya beelines for the bathroom. He clothes lines his cousin before grabbing a hold of his robes.

“Toji! Get off-”.

“Look boy…”, Toji yolks his younger cousin up by the collar, “I don’t want any more disturbances.”, his eyes reflecting off of Naoya’s pale skin, “I’m saying this as nicely as I possibly can right now...stay...the...fuck...out.”. When the Zenin explains that he’s injured and is need of his princess Toji grumbles and regrettably informs Naoya, “It’s just a scratch, you’ll survive.” but not too long before Satoru offers, “Feed from meeee little Naoya!”.

Suguru glances around to the guests awkwardly, shy and embarrassed by the issue at hand. He blushes as his mind runs wild with assumptions, all wild in nature but surrounded on what those on the outside of their circle must think of them. Choso walks past him, Getou side stepping as if touching the being would prove hazardous. He finds it odd that Choso would have any whispers to share with Okkotsu but pretends he doesn’t notice nonetheless.

“Thank you for heeding my advice…”, Choso quietly relays to Yuuta who looks back to him unsatisfied. The shaman’s eyes fall to Orao and harden but Choso vaguely explains, “There is reason for his being here. Hard though it may be, I ask that you leave him to us for the time being.”. He comprehends that Yuuta has no special reason to trust him, they’ve only just met despite how much Choso may know about him. Yuuta verbalizes nothing extraordinary but nods to affirm that he’s well aware of stumbling into something cryptic. Choso already regards him as someone trustworthy for there has never been a route that showed anything otherwise. Their attention becomes captured when Toji’s voice hollers, “SHE’S NOT JUST YOURS BOY!”, Yuuta shaking his head with laughter to how much things have changed. He can’t help but reiterate to himself, ‘So that part is true then…’, picturing all of the turned ganging up on Elska. It’s hard admit with a straight face but due to his own personal grievances with traditional relationships, the idea is rather thrilling. His eyes float to Maki to see if she’s picked up on it as well, leading him to grin. Her cool expression says it all and it would appear that his dear lady is also interested.

Gojo cracks his knuckles, “I’ll be right back.”, hastily exiting the room without further explanation or clothes. His presence soon disappears all together.

“Ughhh!”, Naoya parks his butt on the bed, angered about Toji’s adamant stance. He folds his arms, quietly groaning to his injury while secretly applying pressure. With his nose turned up, he tells them all, “My princess will be furious when she finds out Toji made me sit here and bleed!” and looks to Yuuta, “She has killed for me, you know!”.

Maki laughs, thinking, ‘I really like this chick already,’ but addresses, “Shouldn’t we wrap that or something?”, half begrudged with responsibility over Yuuta stabbing him. She begins searching the room for anything that would suffice but she notices the quiet Titer that’s at ends with Naoya, speak up.

Suguru thinks maybe he should be less like furniture and more conversant, “I believe he means for Elska to heal him.”, and is instantly met with a heated scowl from the Zenin. Suguru looks away, evidently hurt.

“Tch.”, Naoya rolls his eyes, hating that Getou is right and is even familiar enough with Elska to understand from experience. He folds his hands together in his lap, raging over having to announce his official alliance with the Titers tonight, wondering, ‘How the hell did it all work out for him? He is literally the worst and yet he’s still here…’. Naoya knows that Elska wants him there and that creates a turmoil in him that cannot be advocated for, he doesn’t understand why. Why him? What the fuck is so good about that rapey bastard? Naoya’s glowing eyes locate Suguru who seems lost in thought, ‘And my princess…’, his eyes narrow, ‘Why does she always forgive them?’. He’s rather salty right now so every grievance he can think of seems to be at the forefront of his mind. With disgust, Naoya looks over Getou’s physique and mumbles, “Stupid muscles…”, somehow thinking that must be Elska’s reasoning but his mind jumps to how dark Getou’s aura naturally is and grunts once he considers that his baby is invigorated by debauchery. An image of Suguru’s lips meeting her neck jolts Naoya with a sort of doom that to his dismay also riles something more than adversity. He wheezes; gripping his arm while also clutching onto denial, ‘No...no fucking way…’.

Naoya can feel himself throbbing to life.

Getou looks over to Zenin, wanting to understand what rattled him as he’s heard that ridiculous sound many times before. Suguru’s gaze wanders down to Naoya’s lap and discovers the pitched tent, causing him to believe that its over the Zenin fantasizing about the feeding. His view takes to the bathroom door, eyes lingering while he recalls the last time he imposed on her bathing.

“We need to head back Naoya.”, Maki begins while wrapping an arm around Yuuta, “Now that we’ve confirmed your fucking whereabouts and all…”, sounding as if she’s tired.

Yuuta can tell that Maki is simply excited to talk so he doesn’t oppose their abrupt dismissal. He addresses everyone as a whole when he says his casual goodbyes but lands eyes on Choso before Naoya. Rika whispers her affinity to the being which deepens the mystery for Yuuta but he places this aside as he announces that they’ll be waiting at the Zenin Estate with everything they’ll need. He’s so fired up by their mutual excitement, he can’t help but give Maki a good slap on the ass. He was worried that with everything she’d been through, both physically and emotionally, that his dear Maki wouldn’t feel beautiful anymore. His heart shreds at the thought of her ever thinking she’s anything less because of her scars and he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure this is so. “Let’s go sweet cheeks.”.

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Elska was waiting for Toji to return, especially after hearing him blow up on everyone. ‘What is it that’s getting to him?’, she wonders while gliding the razor blade up her underarm for the final stroke. Hearing shuffling outside the glass, she places it down and pokes her head out, “My beloved?��.

The giant remains oriented towards the door, tense until he hastily responds, “I’m coming right now doll.”.

She watches him for a second and how he doesn’t move, ‘I need to get to the bottom of this, he’s acting so strangely.’. Reluctantly, she tucks back into the shower and continues relaxing under the water until the glass door shuts and her head is being tilted upwards. Her widened eyes frame onto Toji’s pensive yet alluring glare as his intensity sitrs her senses.

“The truth is…”, Toji starts with a lower than usual tone, gradually nearing her face, “I’m fucking tired of fighting them for your affection.”. He pecs her tenderly once but then caresses her baby bump and adds, “You’re always distracted by their fucking antics and its like being the bigger man here gains me the short end of the stick.”. His glowing eyes narrow, “I’m tired of it, doll.”, his hand wraps around her throat, “Tired of it.”.

Elska’s mind drowns out the constant running water to focus on her beloved’s words alone. There was a time when these mannerisms would’ve diluted her with fear but as she stands before his predatory gaze and shortened fuses, she can only liquefy. His hands are so big, rough and wonderful; the sensation of his grip slowly tightening enough to ease her into submission procuring her own fluid.

Toji can tell that she’s into his frustration and with his oddly ravenous mood, decides he just might be digging it as well. She cowers before him but its in a purely erotic format, one that depicts her as this little helpless bare damsel. He groans deeply as his formidable Elska, transforms into this delicate character but resolves to not let her off so easily. Toji backs her into the wall once more but this time taunts, “Do I have your attention, doll?”, while his other hand rubs circles between her thighs.

“Y-yes!”, Elska stutters out while enjoying her captivity. The way Toji appears to her right now, its almost as if greed pools behind those fleetingly emerald looking eyes and there isn’t a single thing she’s about to do to stop it. She wraps her hands around his arm that pins her, probably seeming as if wanting to get away but on the contrary, she’s keeping his hand right where it is.

Toji crashes his lips to hers and eats her moans when he slides two fingers past her folds. He hooks them and reinforces her against the tiled wall so he can watch everything. His thumb fondles her clit with pressurized swipes, knowingly toying with her before he gives a few test runs of her punishment.

Elska was curious as to why he stopped moving within in her but couldn’t bare to ask for clarification as his dominant side flourishes. Fuck, Toji’s hot. He jerks his entire arm twice, alarming her as she was still attached to it but when he does it again, she notices a warm sensation budding within her. She hears him sigh and feels him press her harder against the wall as if her upper half was expected to remain postured and unmovable and thinks to herself, ‘There’s no way!’.

Toji licks his lips when she flashes her confused eyes up to him. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you but doll but it never seemed right before…”, Toji rubs her clit and breathes in her whimpers, “You were so timid, fragile…”. He makes sure he has a good angle within her, “But now...”.

Elska’s mind goes completely blank when Toji jerks his arm again because this time he isn’t stopping. At first all she hears are the lewd squelches echoing in their ears and they only become louder the longer he persists. ‘What is he doing???’, she tries to formulate the thought as the balls of her feet subtly scoot against the floor, ‘Is he trying to take my freaking uterus out???’. Not even her sweet Sati has been this rough when fingering her, but wait, is that what Toji is even doing?

“Shhhh doll, or do you want everyone to hear you?”, he domineeringly huffs out while smiling down on his beautifully disheveled master. He can tell she’s loving what this is doing to her but it doesn’t take long for him to cultivate that she’s never experienced this exact type of stimulation before. He catches himself thinking, ‘Gojo are you fucking serious?!’, sincerely beside himself with this realization as he witnesses his doll crumbling into a whimpering mess. Her brow is angled tensely but her parted lips sing of pleasure and a little too loudly.

Gojo strokes himself as quietly as he can, ignoring the blood he’s smearing around himself as his ears register the act being rendered. He’s losing it though and doesn’t deny this as he throbs inconceivably hard and becomes a little light-headed. ‘I still need to feed.’, but Satoru doesn’t want to crash the party yet. He’d rather be on the other side of this steamed, opaque glass administering this G-spot lashing or at least watch and let his dick weep. ‘Not yet!’, he tells himself as he takes a break from pumping to regain his strength and await for his love to blow. ‘What does she look like right now?’, he asks himself while imagining something far sloppier than what is taking place. It feels wrong that he doesn’t know for himself; he’s missed another first with his love though, much like Suguru and his admiration for sucked testicles. ‘Today is just not my day is it?’, he looks up to the ceiling, still harmonized by the sounds of her suction as Toji’s fingers assault her.

Toji tells her to look at him and she follows the direction the best she can. She tightening around him intermittently, leading him to the conclusion that his hard work will pay off. Broken phrases, parts of his name fumble out of her in between moans and he watches her eyes widen with urgency but likely negates what she was expecting him to do when he groans and says, “No, doll, you’re not going anywhere.”.

“To-...ji I have to-…”, but her voice becomes as cornered as she is when he enforces his mass on her to symbolize that it doesn’t matter what she’s feeling, she will have to endure. The hand around her throat now presses against her lower abdomen, steadying her there fiercely as Toji’s lustful eyes loom from above. Their tongues dance but she wants to flee. Elska isn’t one-hundred percent sure but this sensation spilling over doesn’t feel like a normal orgasm. She pleas with him once more, “Let m-me go, something isn’t…”, she gasps as the feeling consumes her. It’s too late.

Toji catches Elska when she falters against the wall but he doesn’t dare slow down as the English language evades her mind. “Let it go, doll…”, he coaxes her with a sweetened tone until she arches in his hold, “Mmmmm…”, Toji moans as she gushes all over them both, “Fuck...just like that…”. His lips travel her cheek and neck; sensually splitting and dragging his fingers from within her.

Gojo has to bite his lip as he ejaculates, hoping with all his remaining might that he can translate his internal screams to mere heavy breathes. His seed spills between his knuckles, shooting as far at the sink but that’t not the mess he’s concerned with. He slumps forward, dizzier than ever but listens to Elska’s uncertainty over her body’s reaction with a pervy smirk.

“Why are you hiding from me?!”, Toji cackles through his words due to having to pull her hands away from her face, “Doll.”, but she doesn’t give. He embraces her from behind and lifts her up so he can take them to the built in bench, “Don’t be like that! That’s what I wanted you to do.”.

Elska has never felt more humiliated in her life! She’s distraught after her body expelled so much fluid and is even more discomforted by the declined need to urinate. She’s never known her beloved to be so heartless but his laughter only feels like mockery at this point. She doesn’t understand why he’d want her to do that of all things, though if she’s being honest, the whole experience felt amazing while it was taking place.

Still.

What the fuck.

“Don’t be so embarrassed doll, we’re in the shower anyways.”.

Elska twists in his lap, disheartened by the pride bludgeoning her through his voice, “That was weird, my beloved...”, turning her head once she sees the happiness written across his face, “And odd. Especially for you.”.

Toji bursts out in laughter but repositions her so that she’s now straddling him, inquiring, “So are you saying you didn’t like it then? I’m full of all sorts of surprises doll, don’t you forget it.”. The scene has ended yet she continues to display with such innocence; she’s unable to camouflage the shock that trickles in place of anything of any kind of bodily fluid.

She can’t relinquish her abhorrence to the what ifs over her body nor can she let go of how utterly attractive her beloved is when he grabs her by the back of the neck to draw her near. Seconds pass before she feels his girthy tip massage her labia and this encourages her to confess, “I did like it.”.

Showers are all about getting clean but Gojo can’t help but notice they’re only getting dirty. “Sly old fox…”, Satoru grumbles as he prepares himself. When he teleports, he arrives in the corner of the shower, hoping to go undiscovered initially. His presence has been masked this entire time but he’s dealing with Toji here who can never be underestimated. Getting caught floats right out of his mind though when he watches his love slide down over Toji, the giant’s shaft slowly disappearing. “Greedy bastard.”, he whispers but is honestly all about it. She always looks so small compared to Toji, in every way possible and Satoru loses himself in memories of their first threesome.

“Ride your beloved.”, Toji sharply demands, grabbing her hips to simply feel her flesh between his fingers. He throws his head back when she heeds his call, mesmerized by her clenching but hastily finds her face again to retain everything about their current dynamic. Is it wrong for him to admit that he might like ordering her around like this? Is it weird for him to interpret her willingness as also enjoying it?

“Stop.”, Toji holds her waist down and locks their lips. He hears her asking through thought, ‘Why?’, but he leaves her without an answer until he fulfilled with their kiss. His hands roam to her rear, this influencing her to rest more into him as he informs, “I think I want you take my cock instead…”.

Gojo steps closer, now under the water while his poor love gets pummeled from below. Her feet bounce around almost as if her ankles were made of jello until her toes curl but that’s not to say it compares to the way her ass jiggles over Toji’s lap, ‘And the way his dick pulls on her…’, its almost too much for Satoru. He gets even closer, now able to feel the heat radiating from the pair and was doing a good job at keeping his hands to himself until Toji’s spread her cheeks; the view is glorious.

“Fuck...doll…”, Toji grunts and juts his hips, closing his eyes to stave off his inevitable end as this time with her has been everything he’s needed. Her cries falls off and Toji’s additionally alarmed with how hard she’s squeezing his member. He opens his eyes and growls, “GOJO WHAT THE FUCK?”.

Satoru drinks from Elska while supporting her weight, hoping that this would indicate that Toji could continue. When the stagnant air remains, he removes his fangs and while staring at Toji, asks Elska, “Love, you don’t mind if I’m here, do you?”, grinning maniacally when she whimpers what he was hoping to hear.

“You’re such a cock, you know that?”, Toji throws this insult but amid his stewing over Gojo’s inability to stay away, he pays attention to Elska and how her body reacts. He’s soon motioning his length back through her, now holding her shins as Gojo provides the necessary support from behind. With her legs sprawled open like this, Toji goes to rub her clitoris again and stares at her entrance while he completely manipulates it.

‘You taste so fucking good…’, Gojo expresses this to Elska through thought as her overwhelming arousal dominates her flavor. He sees the plant, tastes Naoya’s sweetness within her and then braces himself for pain. He’s dumbfounded and relieved when all he feels are his injuries repairing; no mind-piercing agony nor heat in his eyes. The instantaneous mitigation swells over him like a tide dragging from the shore only to be tumbled between the ocean floor and currents; he feels alive, anew.

Toji’s eyes take to the healing wounds across the visible parts of Gojo but then they follow the waterfall of blood water that rinses from Satoru, to her and then himself. The very sight provokes instincts deep within Toji that he’d rather pretend didn’t exist; such as his unnerving aniticipation to Satoru joining them. Despite himself, Toji corrupts from his usual way of thinking and moistens a finger with plans of helping her adapt to them both.

Elska’s sharp inhale opens Gojo’s eyes and he swears they’re playing tricks on him when he views Toji’s flushed expression and then the cause of his love’s change in seasoning. He can’t believe it, ‘Is Toji opening her for me?’. He smiles sincerely and is forced to chuckle when the bashful giant grunts and looks away. “It’s a shame…”, Satoru sighs regretfully while closing her punctures, “I have some unfortunate business that I have to take care of love so I can’t stay.”.

Toji lifts an eyebrow while Elska quickly gathers herself enough to ask, “What?”. They’re both too stunned. Satoru Gojo never turns down sex. Toji’s concerned but also relieved because now that the moment has left them, he’s upset with himself for volunteering Elska to begin with. ‘And I wanted the fucker to join us?!’.

“Everything is fine love, I’ll make good on my sensual threat later.”, Gojo, though uncomfortable about the idea of going home, feels a little more at ease after his little dinner with a movie. He guides her head in his direction and slides his tongue into her mouth but there’s something unusual about this particular meeting of the lips. He peeks, wanting to see if she noticed anything strange and shudders when she’s already acting on it.

Elska moves her thighs so she ride Toji and not break her connection to Satoru. Something about that kiss fired her up to no return. Her beloved’s moans and added assistance spike a rush of adrenaline that inspire to hear more. She glances down to absorb the pleasure on Toji’s face, that deep seeded lust of his, coiling her insides.

“Fuuuuck…”, Gojo whines as everything about her is pleading for his inclusion. He jerked off outside of the shower to help ensure that his visit would be a quick one but he’s never been able to turn her down before this, ‘Why did I think I was capable?’. No matter how he looks at it though, he understands that he has to leave because of all of the unknown laid out before him and truthfully, the thought of running into his father kills the libido. His eyes race to Toji who’s appearing a little less collected than before and becomes angry at the timing of this all. Gojo sighs loudly, “I would love to fuck your fucking brains out right now love.”, he slaps her ass and presses two fingers against her rear, “I’d fuck your ass so well, you’d squirt all over us both this time.”.

Elska inadvertently tightens to Gojo’s words and would be mortified by his acknowledgment of her episode prior to his arrival if Toji weren’t doing such a fan-fucking-tastic job of sloshing through her. “I want…”, she whimpers when Satoru goes deeper and listens to him playfully mock, “What was that love?”.

When Elska cries out, Gojo covers her mouth, despising that he’s snuffing out those beautiful noises she makes. Her breasts bounce against his arm to which Satoru squeezes her face as result from a rush of enjoyment. He flicks his wrist to counter Toji, whispering things like, “You’re so beautiful when you’re stuffed.” and “...taking Toji while I fondle your ass; fucking hot.”.

“Shiit.”, Toji glances up to Elska and perceives her tell-tale signs of orgasming, hoping he doesn’t flop before her climax. Listening to Gojo’s filth used to make him want to vomit but those crass words beguile him with the branches of his own sweet release. He sits upright and wraps his arms around Elska to expend them with his final, worthy thrusts. To his delight, Elska’s walls convulse around his twitching length; him smiling exhaustively as he shoots his worth into her already growing womb.

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Naoya perches from the bed to his feet, “It’s been long enough.”, his determination to continue the day without further delay carrying him to the bathroom. He swears there is the faintest trace of the scent, making him nervous, ‘God damn it I swear nobody gives a shit about today! I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.’.

Suguru studies Naoya after the Zenin’s thoughts flowed into his own head space, left with a sadness that nearly convinces him to state that he at least kind of cared. ‘It wouldn’t do any good anyways. He fucking hates me.’.

Choso reads Naoya’s body language, being sure he received Getou’s thought; Choso is ensuring that they can. He catches the moment in which the Zenin simmers down, caught off guard by the disappointment in Suguru’s voice. The being smiles to himself before walking towards the bodyguard, telling himself, ‘Today will truly be interesting.’. The warmth leaves his features as soon as he focuses on those obnoxious blonde curls.

Orao tenses up defensively, every cell in his body sent haywire from the hybrid’s unusual presence and even more versatile personality.

“I am going to heal you because you’re not to touch so much as touch Elska.”, Choso made this part abundantly clear so everyone there knew but he gets a little closer after initiating his technique. He’s brought down to a whisper, “Your brother’s purposively fallacious plans to intervene will shatter even further this evening.”, pinching a chunk of his skin through his clothes, “And you will witness the fate of those who wish to contend. It’ll be the same fate as your detestable bloodline.”.

Orao’s blood runs cold as the thought, ‘HE KNOWS WHO I AM’, attempts to circulate through. He searches the room, praying her other turned missed that.

“Try to be anything other than what you are before me right now tonight…”, Choso bears his fangs inconspicuously, “And I will personally see that you are harmed in the worst way you’ve ever known.”. He senses the malice underneath those false hazel eyes, “That actually stands for any day.”, Choso corrects himself for he’s well aware of the unadulterated chaos intended by the piece of shit, “Touch her and you will endure true agony.”. If only threats worked.

“Baby!”, Naoya grits his teeth qualmishly, turning the knob, “We have to go to my plac-…”, he stands there, speechless.

Gojo smiles mischievously, “I believe she’s all good to go now!”, moving to secure his towel better but also somehow still rubbing it in his face.

“You!”, Naoya points his finger with agitation, “I thought you fucking left!”.

Gojo chuckles nervously but slinks past the boiling Zenin to get to the dressers, elucidating in passing, “I wanted you to think I did.”.

“Gahh!!!!”, Naoya vexes before re-entering the bathroom, “Keep your dicks off my princess today!”, feeling as though there’s no way to protect her from the grips of these horny turned.

“There he goes again…”, Toji finishes drying and steps aside so Elska can leave the shower area, “His panties are extra bunched today.”.

“They are not!”, Naoya hurries towards Elska as if he’s truly offended, “You fuckers just won’t let her get ready!”. She smiles to him but he scoops her dampened body into his own and informs her, “You are mine today baby.”. She giggles into his robes as he reaches behind her to grab another towel; sending his cousin a nasty look for her having to use his wet one, “Animals...they’re animals princess.”.

“What the fuck are you looking at?”, Gojo scowls at the bodyguard who’s very presence irritates his core. The curly-headed fuck swiftly looks away but that isn’t enough. Satoru puts on shaman pants, buttons them but then adds, “I hope we didn’t make it weird out here, my love really needed to get plowed.”. He eats up the flare of jealousy vibrating through Orao’s energy but also hates that said jealousy even exists. The piece of shit has no right to want Elska.

Suguru frowns, “I was going to aide her once she thawed.”, suggesting that Satoru was being too presumptuous in the realms of deserving.

Gojo flicks some of Getou’s hair playfully but lunges forward a notch thus making the Titer step back, “Next time I’ll make sure you’re included! Don’t be mad frenemy! We make a good team too.”.

“Shut the fuck up Gojo.”, Toji stomps out of the bathroom sounding no better than before but in reality, he’s much more relaxed now. He’s not even angry with the whitened shaman, he’s just become used to having to interject or extinguish whatever fuckery the man is engaging in.

Satoru leans over to Suguru, blatantly whispering, “You may not get why this is such a big deal but our guy Toji here actually wanted me there.”. Gojo ducks when Toji’s towel goes “weeeeeee” in his direction, laughing uncontrollably when he sees Getou peeling it away from his face.

The Titer’s dark eyes squint back to him as if to ask where exactly he was aiming. Toji thinks to apologize maybe but Suguru freaks out once he feels something crawling into his hair. Toji’s heart leaps when he spots his worm but also cannot control himself from nearly crying as he goes to pick up his dried out companion. The shriek that left the typically composed and intimidating Titer would be enough to bring any man to tears. Luckily, the mood is infectious enough to have all three of them tickled.

“We’ll be leaving after you dry off baby.”, Naoya kisses Elska’s temple, brimming with pure excitement as he knows he gets to show the world his bright future, her. The rumbling sounds of laughter cause him to lift his head and joke, “Time to herd them up.”, until his ears recognize Getou’s voice.

Elska felt the change in Naoya’s energy and ponders on the cause. When she peers around him to also look into the room, she understands. Her turned were caught up in a brief moment of humor but its obvious that her prince feels alienated by the civility gifted to Suguru.

“Fucking twats.”, Naoya slams the door, once again barricading them from the rest. He chews on his lip while sifting through his conundrum of emotions regarding the Titer, both old and new. It isn’t until Elska brushes hair from his eyes that he’s aware of her speaking, “Huh?”.

“All I was saying is that I wish you two could put the past behind you…”, Elska depresses as she requests the unimaginable. Naoya’s left eye twitches but his piercing amber orbs surfeit in terms of tenderness. She’s unsure of what he’s thinking.

“Let’s not discuss this right now princess.”, Naoya doesn’t mean to be dismissive but becoming chummy with Suguru Getou is still a pretty appalling concept. When she lowers her head to show that she’ll drop it, a twinge crosses his heart as he fears of her disappointment. Naoya knows this feud cannot go on forever but he can also never forget Suguru’s violations. His troubled eyes rest on Elska, nothing else comparing to her preciousness; nothing ever has and he wishes that she could thoroughly fathom that this reason alone is why he struggles with amicability.

Elska takes his hand and rests it over her womb. Naoya’s expression immediately splits into a smile, his eyes and jaw softening. His fingertips soon trail into spirals along her skin leaving goosebumps along with feelings of security, her noticing, ‘He didn’t outright refuse the idea of getting along with Suguru like before.’. She thinks this is possibly a good sign as far as Suguru is concerned but explains, “I don’t want our child to be apart of that kind of drama my prince, I know you don’t either.”. She runs a sympathetic hand through his hair, disdained by his guilty expression, “I know it’s a lot and I certainly don’t expect it overnight…”.

Naoya receives a gentle kiss, uplifted by her gesture as it tells him she’s truly not upset but is instead, trying to level things out here. It’s true, he doesn’t want their baby to be around any bullshit domestic shit either. He refuses to place his child in the same harmful situations he was in and bets that the rest of her tortured turned would feel the same. He kisses her back, “I hear what you’re saying baby…”, inhaling the slight scent fizzling from her skin as he sighs and holds her close, “Just give me time with it, okay?.”.

“Okay.”, Elska intertwines her fingers into his, always amazed by how he handles himself in the face of hardship, “That’s more than enough for me.”. She braces herself against his arms to raise on her toes but yanks her hand away when he hisses. She quickly checks his arm and becomes horrified with his having been injured, “What happened?! Why didn’t you say anything to me?!”, swiping hair away from her neck to grant him access.

The tint of his eyes brighten her skin in red but he quells his eagerness and scoffs, “Well I told Toji and he left me out there like my trauma was non-emergent!”.

“I can’t believe my beloved did that…”, Elska trails off until she recalls how wound-up Toji was. Her eyebrows jump when she’s then thrown into the memory of the aggressively delicious technique and how it made her feel. She willfully opts to not spend any time on the result however. Shaking it away from her brain, she refocuses on her prince, guiding him to her neck, “Feed now my prince, then we’ll leave…”, gasping to his instantly gratifying fangs.

Choso stands outside the bathroom door and giggles on while he studies Toji playing with the worm. To see such a frightening turned tickle the small creature and then toss it up into the air, it’s as bizarre as it is adorable. When his view scans to Gojo who is progressively spiraling into dejection, Choso decides to finally disclose something that he knows will help.

Gojo’s eyes water, his breath shifty once he registers what Choso said. He lifts his head and replays the kind words he just received, mauling over them like he can’t believe it. ‘What a feeling…’, Satoru internalizes with genuinely vulnerable expression, ‘It’s so warm yet I feel like could actually cry…’.

Choso smiles sincerely as he listens to Gojo loop his sentence, knowing that the strongest will soon be complete. “You will not face this alone Satoru. I will not have you left to your family’s despair, I will go to make sure there isn’t any foul play.”.

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sassooda · 7 months ago

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 94 - Half-naked and Fucking Heroic

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Megumi wasn’t at all interested in attending the ceremony for he’s never really given two shits about clan activity. Why would he support the same people who ostracized his father? They’re the same kind of organization that feels their superior enough to manipulate human beings for their own ends. The magnitude of narcissism that breeds freely within the confines of the Zenin traditions blows his mind, it always has. He may have warmed up to Naoya but Zenin blood or not, Megumi truly does not affiliate himself with their obnoxious customs.

“How about if I wear it like this?”

Megumi’s tiresome eyes float over to Amnessia who stands in the doorway of the bathroom, to which his hollowness lights up right away. He’s never seen her with her hair up before but he’s finding that when her long braids are pulled back, her usually hidden features are allowed to shine. He gulps and gawks. She’s so incredibly gorgeous to him, like a mythical goddess absent of her thrown. In his loss of words, instead of his mouth his gaze courses over her wearing his oversized black tee so he can simply admire what his life has become.

When met with his silence, Amnessia’s face scrunches and she ducks her head backwards to double check herself in the mirror. ‘Am I way off base here? I thought it was a nice change!’. She took the time to meticulously unravel the front of her box braids, comb them out and then re-braid them going outwards from the part created down the middle. The rest of her braids, she gathered and weaved into a giant braid that encircles her head like a halo. Just thinking about how tender her head will be for the next day or so compels her to huff in frustration but this also brought her back to when Master Suguru would let her practice on his hair. She tried her best to smile when it a the comb snagged a tangle or when she’d have to pull the scalp tight because she recalls the way Getou would give the same facade. He really wasn’t suitable for any of the hairstyles though, she won’t lie. Temujin was her test subject initially but his patience levels were never what they needed to be for her to learn much. Nonetheless, their efforts and agony paid off; she’d gained skill and technique through the manipulation of many types of hair, not just her own. She can beautify anyone.

If she’d extensions, the process would’ve been a little quicker but seeing as to all 30 inches of braids are hers alone and it was a bastard to untangle without causing damage. Megumi doesn’t exactly have the right products for her kind of fibrous coils either so she was scrambling to find a reasonable substitute. Why not have all this squared away prior to committing to this grueling process? Well, she was simply in dire need of a change and didn’t consider her endgame. All of her recently obtained memories leave her feeling slightly out of touch with reality, as if she’s not sure what’s concrete and what’s an illusion. The only thing on her mind in that moment was deconstructing the girl she thought she was and emerging as something better, fiercer. Ferocity was not the best descriptor as she was slinging her arms through his medicine cabinets and drawers, desperate to find some kind of anything that could be used to help protect her hair. Hope was beginning to sound like a word far too foreign.

She nearly cried when she saw the Castor Oil. It wasn’t ideal but its also the lesser of many evils as it can be absorbed by follicles to create a sheath. Regardless, she knew her up-do and edges were saved.

Megumi feels terrible for having left her to conjecture over his reaction. He was a little slow on the uptake there but was quick to follow up with a proper explanation. The instant his hands make contact with her hips, she gasps softly and views him through the mirror. Placing a kiss on her cheek, he informs her, “You are actually so pretty that I couldn’t get it out!”, relieved when her demeanor relaxes.

She turns around in his arms, facing him, “Most guys like it when you can pull the hair though.”, teasing him as her lips dance inches from his.

Megumi blushes, “Well most guys are idiots. There’s plenty of you for me to pull…”, lowering his neck to kiss her, “grab…”, their tongues dance, “touch…”. l He had no idea that his words could hold so much power because no sooner than he finishes the sentence and views her, Amnessia is wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “You want to go again?”, he asks breathlessly into her lips, the strong, “Mmmmmhmm…”, cracking his face into a smile. When she hops herself onto the sink’s counter he wastes no time in aligning their bodies while she plants kisses to his neck.

They always say there’s a honeymoon stage where things are perfect and full of aspiring hope but unfortunately, his gut hints to this being something else. He’s aware that Amnessia may be exuding this strong sexual energy because of reasons other than desire, he’s smarter than that. He wants her, its all he can imagine while staring into her dark eyes but should he have her? She’s practically clawing his shirt away but he has to ask himself, ‘Am I taking advantage of her?’, the thought churning his stomach since he knows damn good and well that she’s under emotional distress. She literally found out that her life is a lie and that can’t be easy for anyone to endure, regardless of how well she’s holding herself together. God, he wants her like nothing else but on the same coin, if he’s to truly care for her, he needs to be able to make these kind of hard choices.

Amnessia’s lustful groping dies off when she feels Megumi’s hesitation. Her eyes dart up to his, purposefully expressing her hurt but the caring eyes that stare back weather her transgressed attitude. She understands why he’s doing what he’s doing...or not doing and is mature enough to respect his stance, finding she’s actually appreciative of it.

Sain arrives outside of the dormitory door, having traveled there with his presence masked. He feels out of place being on the campus but is at least made less uneasy when he senses all the turned on the outskirts of the property, though he wouldn’t mind seeing Suguru. Before he knocks, he thinks to himself, ‘I wonder what she’ll say about these!’, bleeding his excitement for the ceremonial robes. Amnessia wasn’t an official stop he had to make but since he’s already gathered all of the volunteers with a few minutes to spare, he figured he stop in to check on her. Despite his new friendliness with Genghis, Sain still believes that Amnessia has always deserved better and found her departure from the compound to be rather bittersweet because of this. He lifts his knuckles to the door and taps them politely.

Megumi jerks his head over to the right, eyes narrowed to the door. His friends are far too rambunctious to even begin to think it’s someone for him on the other side. “Wait here.”, he tells her as he stalks across the floor. It’s really faint but he’s become familiar enough to discern there’s a Titer as he nears. He halts when a stark possibility streaks by his mind,‘What if it’s her ex?’, he asks himself anxiously but then resolves, ‘I’ll just have to make sure he understands how things are now.’.

Sain goes to knock again but steps back when he feels the raging presence turning the knob. His eyes widen when he’s met with the glaring younger Fushiguro that harnesses the intensity of his father. He’s bewildered that this where her energy led him and rather immovable until her hears Amnessia’s small voice announcing, “He’s cool!!”.

“Who are you?”, Megumi barks while sizing the fancy man up. The whole wardrobe clogs him with apprehension since Sain appears so official, thinking Temujin must have something to do with his showing up. Megumi scrutinizes him harshly never having seen robes made of such fine silk, it almost as if Sain is truly wearing gold. ‘What could his purpose be?’, lingers in Fushiguro’s fears which causes him to take an aggressive step forward.

“Stoppppp”, Amnessia barrels between the men, inviting Sain inside. She glances to Megumi with a pout while thinking, ‘How alpha of him...I wouldn’t have assumed that.’, communicating with her eyes that Sain is no threat. Once she has him inside, she ignores Megumi’s annoyed mannerisms while he closes the door and immediately draws attention to Sain’s ensemble. “You look so GOOD in that!!”, she squeals, revolving him to get a full view, “In my opinion, you should’ve been wearing these.”. She flips the end of his long flowing black hair and feels warmth from the twinkle in his soft gray eyes. He is certainly deserving of the role.

Sain smiles widely, knowing that he was right in hoping Amnessia would celebrate this promotion and bows his head to show gratitude. He lifts it back up to offer, “You look stunning with your hair like that. Necks shall break today.”, happily playing along with her quick vogue dance before stating, “It happened yesterday…”. She attentively listens as Sain fills her in with joy saturating his voice, “Master Genghis bestowed this upon me and said I’m to represent the Titers alongside Master Suguru this evening. I think he may still make an appearance though.”, the end sounding more of a pitchless warning than conversation.

Megumi’s expression hardens to the mention of Temujin and he even lets out a tiny, Zenin-defined “Tch.”. Rather than listen to this blasphemy that raises that convoluted old Titer higher, Megumi decides to start grabbing up his loaned ceremonial outfit because there’s no way in hell he’s going to let her go alone now. “Fucking Titers…”, he grumbles while lifting what used to be Gojo’s outfit up so he can dread donning them. He told Satoru that he would try to forgive him, though he admitted to not knowing how long it would take so being forced into the Gojo’s light blue feels like it’ll be more of a straight jacket. When he turns to look over at Amnessia and Sain, he finds Sain’s eyes on him, his own emerald daggers narrowing in return.

“So...the younger Fushiguro, huh?”, Sain was surprised to find her with another man and although he trusts her judgment, he wouldn’t be a good friend if he didn’t at least inquire. “That’s quite a change missy!”.

“Trust me, I didn’t see it coming either…”, she looks down and smiles, “But I think they’re wonderful people, Toji and Megumi both. Everyone else has been really helpful too!”.

Sain thinks back to his encounters with Toji and raises his brow briefly while recalling how terrifying it was to square up with the giant. He follows his orders but that doesn’t negate his comprehension of their danger when they involve such opposition.

The day of their Titer attack when they failed to catch Elska was a day he also almost shit his briefs. Sain assumed he was mistaken or perhaps he misunderstood when Genghis proposed the whole let’s take Toji instead notion. His heart about fell right out of his ass when his wide eyes provided a visual on the giant that he was personally assigned to. They’d all just watched Toji tear through the humans as easily as warmed butter can be sliced so his thoughts were treading along the lines of, ‘Fuck you Genghis, fuck that, fuck no and is this some kind of joke????!!’, but alas he couldn’t show his cowardice in front of Suguru. Aside from letting down his admired superior, Sain couldn’t let that dangerous task in turn befall Suguru either. No one may know other than Toji himself but Sain was trembling so violently, he nearly broke the syringe trying to stick him.

Then there’s the whole scuffle at the compound when Choso awakened., it was an all out brawl. When brought to this memory, Sain reflexively raises a hand to his throat where Naoya pierced him. Flustered isn’t the word. Naoya isn’t exactly Sain’s type but the act alone was rather invigorating. Amnessia says something to him but it doesn’t reach him; he instead accidentally stares off but recovers the mood by saying, “Make sure Toji knows we’re friends…”, when she looks perplexed, he adds, “I’d much rather have him as an ally than foe and we’ve had a rocky start. If he knows we’re close, maybe I’ll live a little longer...”.

Amnessia giggles and agrees, “Toji’s really a nice guy! He’s been so kind to me despite my having come from the compound. Megumi too!”, she turns around to smile at the fuming Jr while adding, “They won’t beat you up Sain, I promise.”.

‘I’m glad he at least gets it.’, Megumi’s thinks before blurting out, “We don’t fuck around. That’s why we’re feared.”. Megumi’s voice chills the others and he can tell as all laughter fades from the room.

Sain picks up on the not-so-subtle cues that he’s intruding on their time and thinks its best to leave. ‘The younger one is quite intimidating as well…’, Sain muses internally, ‘If he’s anything like his father, he’s going to a high-level contender in the future.’.

“Where are you going?!”, Amnessia notices Sain leaning towards the door but he stops to pull something from his robes first. She holds out her hands and accepts a thinly wrapped paper package fastened with golden twine tied around it. “What is it?”, she asks while fiddling with the bow.

Sain smiles to her and informs, “It’s been decided unanimously among us all that you are still one of us, no matter where you go…”. He waits for her to tear it open before he proceeds with, “You don’t have to wear it but if you so want to, we’d be honored as a clan.”. He truly misses her.

Megumi scowls at the beautiful golden yukata but clashes with himself when he sees how much the gesture means to Amnessia. His head lowers while he determines that his own insecurities are about to ruin everything again and takes a deep breath. ‘Don’t be a douche…or you’re no better than him.’, he mantras while settling his inner demons. He’s going to just have to disregard the symbology their attire stands for and simplify the evening into a date of some sort. It’s not one he’d pick himself but fuck it, this is making the best out of bad situation.

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“My lovvvvvve!”, Gojo wobbles his way over to Suguru and Elska, still bleeding pretty badly and somewhat out of sorts. He’s woozy and unstable; this becoming obvious when he reaches them.

Elska catches him when he stumbles to a stop, helping him balance so he can wipe the hair and blood from his forehead. Tears well when she takes in the details of his mangled state, angry but also elated to see he’s alright, “What the hell were you doing out here with Sukuna, Sati!?”. Her tone is of concern but she’s also on edge because of how helpless he seemed in the Malevolent Shrine, “And why are you still naked?! You must be freezing!”.

“Research.”, is all he gives in the form of great exhalation and dramatics. He leans against a tree and smirks when Suguru grunts with discomfort, knowing the two-headed truth. They share a quick glance that leaves Getou chuckling to the insanity that is Gojo himself but they both settle down when Elska bends a knee to pick up Toji’s worm. Suguru’s heart flutters to her acceptance of curses; to monsters like them in general.

Satoru whines to the pain palpitating through his body until he focuses on Elska. His body spikes in heat as his remaining blood rushes around, spawned of his desire to drink in new vitality. His fangs protruding automatically, hooking themselves across his split lip. She seems to sense his intentions because she starts to slide the cloth from her shoulders. His pupils dilate.

“It is indeed cold out here so suck it up for now, you’re not dying anymore.”, Suguru drapes his golden robes over Elska, drawing the curtain on this nonsense, and then scoops her off the ground. He takes a few steps forward before reversing his gravity to float Itadori’s body behind him. Stopping once more, he asks, “Are you two coming or what?”, half wishing Choso would get lost. He’s positive the being was containing Sukuna’s domain and to have that kind of ability is demoralizing for anyone that isn’t Choso himself.

“Well duh-…”, but Gojo’s arm is pulled back when he tries to follow so he turns around and asks, “The fuck now?”, his renown pride already in shambles from that grotesque defeat. Satoru finds himself facing the purple dashes in Choso’s eyes and comprehends that more secretive shit is about to transpire. He sighs, watching his love become smaller in a shirtless man’s arms as more Earth is placed between them but surrenders, “Fine.”. He knows he cannot take these special conversations lightly, despite his own fouled mood.

They hear, “We’ll catch up!”, from Gojo but Suguru pivots in place to make sure that thing wasn’t trying anything funny on his new frenemy. He increases his presence as if to solidify to Choso that he hasn’t forgotten about being put to sleep or any of the other sketchy behaviors born of this new form of his.

Gojo’s surprised by the defensive stance Getou takes as he reads through body language that the Titer is actually concerned for him. ‘Wow…’, Gojo’s eyes flinch, ‘Suguru really might be my friend too.’. His view drops down to Elska in Getou’s hold and forms a smirk while thinking to her, ‘I’ll only be a few minutes…”, blowing her a quick kiss, “Then I’ll pin my little love down and feed.”.

Elska feels a flush of warmth cascade across her body in response to her sweet Sati’s naughty words. The smallest whimper exits her throat as she clings to Suguru, wanting nothing more than to be dominated by her white knight.

“Err...yea, let’s go.”, Getou clears his throat while staving off his instinctual need to satisfy his obviously aroused master. He felt the moment her presence changed and was glad she was hiding his wanting evidence with her body. Rolling his shoulders back, he attempts to shrug away the natural temptation to initiate a situation that would sate every ounce of her thirst. Her fixated gaze draws a groan for he does not need eyes to know that she will undoubtedly be lathered with expectancy and he can��t see that right now. Sure, Gojo sparked the fire but one touch too coy or a sound too sweet and Suguru is bound to take her right there in the pools of fallen leaves. It amazes him how she still has no idea how profoundly her existence affects him. A cold gust rips through the trees, causing them both to shiver. Pausing, he turns his head up to the sky and calls for his wings and then braces for their arrival.

Elska bites her bottom lip when they take form, his beautiful golden-streaked brown metal feathers encompassing them both. She imagines how they must look from afar; reaching for his wings as the word, ‘Mystical’, echoes in her thoughts. His large and flawless physique, the long raven hair, those incredible wings; all of this leading her to believe he appears to fit the otherworldly bill more than she ever could. “My Titer…”, inaudibly escapes since she could not bear to contain her fondness for his personal growth.

“This should help us a little.”, he muses to her delayed astonishment when 90% of the wind was minimized from his shielding. She curls up closer to him, the act making him still for a second to merely be able to swallow down that this is real. “Little one…”, Suguru pulls her in even more, absorbing every detail of their brisk isolation. Gone are the days where he stewed in anxiety over whether he had a place beside her, at every turn she presents with chronic acceptance. He’d bet his life on her feelings now. “We’re almost there.”, the inevitable message crushing a dent into the prominent smile now cementing his face while dramaturgically slowing his pace. ‘Just a little more time…’, but truthfully, he wishes this could last indefinitely. If Suguru could physically grab hold of this flowing and comfortable intimacy between them and tie it to his neck to keep it present, he would. The forest thins, however, and their home peers through holes in the foliage. He senses two new shaman but they’re complete opposite in terms of cursed energy, ‘There’s also Zenin, Toji and that stupid fucking bodyguard. He decreases his walking speed again, deflating until a wave of that creepy energy emits from behind them, causing Suguru to glare in the direction they just came from. ‘Who are you now, Choso?’, he questions internally while trying to successfully figure out whatever it is that he’s once again missing.

Choso throws Gojo’s right arm over his shoulder, indicating that he’ll help him trek back to their home and interrogates, “Did you learn anything today Satoru?”.

Gojo leans more weight than necessary into the being, spitefully anguished by his failure in the domain and taking the highest offense from the ball breaking. He says nothing but reluctantly accepts Choso’s assistance while scouring the scenery for anything to occupy his fragmented ego. He maintains his silence defiantly.

Choso lightens his tone, “I only ask because it’s imperative that you did.”.

“You know what?”, Gojo snaps angrily, “I was fine back there. I had it under control.”. Embarrassed by the presumed lecture, he slumps away from Choso and limps on his own to keep up the pace. All he hears is a growl before Choso’s energy waves past, shoving him forward, face down into the grass. “WHAT THE FUCK CHOSO?!”, Gojo hisses to every single ounce of agony floating through his entirety and writhes in the dirt before stifling back to his feet. If he didn’t know any better, it would seem as though Choso wants a piece of him next. He snarls a warning, one that is melodic to his desire for vengeance.

“Stop this nonsense, Satoru, before it gets you killed.”, Choso’s sharp, glowing eyes land onto Gojo who’s brushing himself off, “Because that’s what would’ve happened. You couldn’t reactivate your Infinity because you underestimated your ability to adapt to a situation prominent with unknown variables.”. He retains his heated expression until the insolence rescinds from Gojo’s face, “Your brain, your mind...its all magnificent and special Satoru but its still a brain. If you deprive it of oxygen, its function becomes compromised just like anyone else’s. You may think you’ve completely harnessed and mastered your abilities because of your status in comparison to much weaker shaman in this society but today should show you that there is still room for improvement.”. He’s met with audaciously vicious two-toned eyes but chooses not to beat the prideful turned while he’s down. “Sukuna would’ve killed you Satoru...even with Elska’s interference. You’re aware that he let her in, right? At no point were you in control once you entered his domain.”. He watches Gojo’s eyes widen with culpability but continues with, “You played your little game with King of Curses and still thought you could pull it off without your defenses. Only an addled man would concoct such poorly thought out strategy.”.

Gojo feels his rage boiling over. He gets it. He actually knew he royally fucked up when the chains immobilized him. It was an experience he will never forget regardless of how long he lives. Nothing Choso is saying is wrong, Satoru simply cannot lick his wounds with an audience for its beyond his capabilities of adherence with humility. He can tell the being is waiting for some kind of response though so sly Satoru gifts him with a simple but riled, “Fuck off.”

That was not what he wanted to hear. “You need to understand…”, Choso whispers this prior to slamming Gojo against a tree, forcing the battered, cocky shaman to pay attention. “You are the strongest Satoru…”.

Gojo haughtily smirks but it fades as the rest reaches his ears, his natural but darkened irises returning.

Choso loosens his grip to form a soft graze across Gojo’s face, “...but your arrogance is a grave weakness.”

Satoru’s eyes illuminate back into that wild, dichromatic fashion. He’s absolutely infringed by the odiousness being handed to him right now. He snarls down, right into Choso’s face and asks, “If you know so much, oh Great One, why did you let it go on as long as you did? Did you enjoy my ignominy?”. It was as if venom leaked from Gojo’s lips. He rightfully feels like he was set-up.

Choso releases him and continues walking, knowing that there is going to be a confrontation shortly. When Satoru jabs him in the back, the being calls for him to catch up. When Satoru does, albeit stubbornly, Choso explains, “I needed you to feel instinctual fear Satoru. I needed you to understand that you’re not completely untouchable.”. He sighs wholeheartedly, “Elska and the others will always come to your aid but you’ll fail them if you allow yourself to be bested. Their loyalty towards you will lead them to their deaths if you do not start taking our plight more seriously. Would you really want to put the role of protector on anyone else when you know without a doubt that you, Satoru, are the best candidate for it?”

“Of course not…”, there’s no excuse, Gojo knows it, ‘Choso’s right...that fucking cunt.’.

“Well then…”, The being smiles warmly and leads them through the roots, brush and trees, “Be upset with me if you wish but it was a necessary epitome for you, Satoru.

Gojo stops dead in his tracks with squinted eyes, “You’re such a dick!”. Not even he was prepared for such an erroneous oversight so to find out that Choso predicted he’d do that all along is as irritating as the fact that he practically handed Sukuna his life on a platter. This is all evidence of his undeniable L.

“Mictlantecuhtli knew, not me alone.”.

“You know what I mean, Choso!”.

The being inhales deeply, “We want you to be successful even with all the odds against you Satoru. You must be more careful when fighting opponents you don’t directly know much about. Call it personalized training.”.

Satoru’s malice extinguishes, he realizes where Choso is coming from now; he’s trying to prepare him for the King and his army. “You could’ve just talked to me about it you know…”.

Choso giggles innocently, “No I couldn’t have. You’re head is far too thick.”.

A chuckle leaves Satoru as well, “I guess we’ll never know.”, throwing his hands up playfully before he’s eventually drifting off into a quiet state. He retreats into his mind, disinclined to remember what it felt like to be utterly weak. If he’d attempted a risky move with the King and lost the upper hand, he would be dumping the burden of survival onto all the people he’s grown to care for. He’d typically find his own defeat to be nothing but a pipe dream but despite his lack of verbal recognition, Gojo appreciates the rude awakening he was lured into. The very thought of either Sukuna or the King getting their hooks into Elska stokes a long forgotten flame within. Satoru’s hands form into tight fists; their shaking a result of the sheer malevolence trickling out from the cracks of his recently-found sanity. He can never allow something like that to repeat. They need him. The calming atmosphere causes Satoru to admit something he’ll never own up to again, “Choso…”, he begins softly, “All I could think about when I was fading out was wishing her voice was a hallucination. That feeling I experienced when she was being taken away by Sukuna...was it helplessness?”, he stews for a second over his own rhetorical question, “All I know is it was worse than being sealed. He fucking had her and I was terrified.”

Choso raises an eyebrow, respecting the vulnerability as they break past the last of the forest. “Good. That’s impertinent to your growth.”, is all Choso says as he watches Suguru close to entering the building, “Let that be an apotheosis as to why you shouldn’t fool around when faced with adversaries. You have to be more disciplined for I expect a greatness from you that requires nothing less.”. Choso softens his expression, “I need you to be independent on this forefront; to know that there may not always be someone to save you from yourself. That whole ordeal was extremely reckless.”.

“I know…okay?”, Gojo’s breathless admittance is overshadowed by a crippling breeze, “I’ll be more careful in the future…”.

“Speaking of the future…”, Choso says this while motioning for the scowling Suguru to wait up, now looking back at Satoru while explaining, “Today is a big day for Naoya and the clans all together but it will not go without intrusion.”.

Gojo’s eyes dart over curiously, intrigued by what that means.

“He officially ascends to the head of his clan today so we must attend the ceremony to show support and force.”. Choso looks past the suspicion on Getou’s face, as if its not happening at all, and continues, “That means you’re going to have to go home to retrieve the proper attire.”.

Suguru is mystified by the white wash of Gojo’s features after he heard that he’d simply need to stop by the Gojo estate. He thinks its a joke at first possibly but when Satoru fails to bounce back with some kind of witty remark but rather stands there, its easily determined that there’s far more to this picture than what’s on the shown within the frame. He feels bad though. Getou can immediately recognize the vibe of a shattered home because he’s so familiar with those kinds of energies.

Elska notes that desolation in her sweet Sati as well so she ruminates on his home life and relationship with his parents. She still isn’t aware of what happened with his mother and is only now realizing that he’s actually never enlightened her about his home.

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“Yea here, let me…”, Naoya guides Yuuta and Maki out of the doorway as they prepare to receive Gojo and company. He smells Gojo’s wretched blood before he ever lays eyes on it which has him extra attentive but nothing could have structured him enough for what he’s about to see. Naoya’s pristine smile breaks into pieces when he perceives that Elska has been outside for God knows how long. Not only that though, he’s forced to take in how fucking comfortable she seems in Getou’s arms...dressed in Getou’s clothes. Getou himself? Half-naked and fucking heroic. The golden light travels over Naoya once he stampedes over in their direction to hurriedly snatch Elska away.

Suguru growls under his breath but ultimately has to give her up in order to show some good faith. He regrets that he’s caused Naoya to loathe him this deeply and takes ownership for his wrong doings in the past. That, however, doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel some urge to slug the Zenin across the face for assuming Elska was in harm’s grips around him. Their eyes meet for a brief moment and the amount of tension born of that millisecond could’ve suffocated them all.

Naoya sets Elska to her feet and physically moves in between them, his view flashing to Yuuta.

Okkotsu’s dead eyes flare open; he’s certain that Naoya is trying to convey the reality of his new nature. That’s irrelevant though, Yuuta is also certain of the goodness within the Zenin.

“Of all days…”, Naoya seethes while ushering Elska to go to the room. She refuses however, thus angering him further when he can tell its to ensure Suguru’s safety.

Choso struts in with Gojo but lifts the shaman’s arm up and over his head before bee-lining towards the commotion. His breaths are quiet yet exhausted as he considers how much time the turned are wasting with this constant discord. It isn't until he slips past Maki that he realizes Okkotsu has been studying him thoroughly, like he’s the only person in the room that’s even anticipating his taking action. ‘He will be a fantastic ally.’, the being retorts while counter-observing Yuuta’s immense curiosity, Choso’s eyes only fixating on his mark once Getou tries, “Chill the fuck out, Zenin. I fucking gave her those because of how cold it is.”. Choso’s brow furrows with displeasure; his attendance lining up perfectly.

Before Elska can even comprehend what’s happening, her prince who was literally right there next to her, is gone. His energy amplifies but is then its as if he’s instantly snuffed out; the Zenin energy compressed and shut down.

Naoya intended on knocking the fucking socks off of Getou; he even utilized his projection to ensure that the Titer wouldn’t have time to defend himself. His fist never met Suguru’s mandible though. Naoya stands there in awe as he tries to dissect how the hell Choso was able to completely dismember his projection and even catch that same fist, mid-hit. “Ch-Cho…”, the Zenin’s voice sounds stunned, lamentable but its probably because this is the first time Naoya is able to recognize the changes within the being. He’s finally aware of what everyone was already so sure of and the exacting darkness that pulsates through those violet dashes rocks him to the core. “Who…”, Naoya’s shaking breaths quicken, “Cho?”. Choso gently lowers Naoya’s arm while keeping their eyes locked and thinking to him, ‘Don’t be afraid. I am on your side now and always.’. There’s nothing Choso can do but try and smile when the Zenin yanks his hand away.

Suguru utilizes Naoya’s stupor to slip away with Itadori floating near, aiming for the small bedroom on this end of the house. All of the hairs on his body are raised, his eyes wide and mind racing. Choso nullified yet another powerful technique, just like his gravity, ‘But he also stopped Zenin from swinging…’, none of it makes sense. Something within him senses that Choso is not out to get them but he can’t figure out why that is when logic screams something is wrong here. There is something wrong with Choso period. Suguru’s been standing by the bed for about a minute before he finally lays Yuuji gently on top of the sheets. He now sits on the edge of the bed, running fingers back through his hair, ‘Choso was there when Sukuna’s domain took over. He was inside of it even.’. The possibility of the being going undetected rivets him with apprehension, ‘He’s too powerful.’. His head snaps up to the door once Toji’s barges through it.

“He’s fine…”, Toji’s face drops towards the floor in relief once he finds Yuuji in one piece, “Had to check.”.

Getou stands up awkwardly, poising himself the best he can. He and Toji make awkward eye contact, neither of them knowing what to say when there’s actually a lot they would like to discuss.

Toji examines Suguru’s lack of clothes and for a moment, grimaces thinking everyone is becoming nudists. A grunt leaves him when the racket from the foyer raises in volume so he grabs the knob to exit as quickly as he came. Suguru’s hushed words nearly cause him to clip his shoulder on the door frame because surely, there’s no way right? How the fuck did Gojo almost die?

Rather unnerved and irritated, Toji charges down the hall, takes a left and then rips open the door to the foyer screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!”.

Its as if the entire room was captured in a photo; not a single soul making the slightest movement.

Elska does nothing to resist when her beloved grabs her hand and leads her down to their bedroom. Whispers stir from everyone as they depart, the bass from her prince’s voice carrying the farthest.

Toji guides her into the bathroom, shuts the door and simply embraces her. Her skin is unusually cool to the touch, prompting him to break away to turn on the shower.

Elska bears a smile but is concerned with how agitated her Big Bad Wolf seems. Rather than questioning anything, she undresses and goes to pass him to enter it but curls her fingers into his palm.

He groans wantonly until the smirk on his face is no longer something he can hide, “I’m right behind you.”. Toji pulls his shirt off overhead and sets it on the sink before his eyes take to the door, thinking, ‘Stay out fuckers.’, and locking the handle. He strolls back, sliding his pants down his hips to the floor, his gaze now tethered to the hazy silhouette of Elska behind the frosted glass. He’s missed this.

Large calloused hands streak down her sides just as she’s finished rinsing her hair. She opens her eyes and is instantly melting to the sight of Toji’s shimmering body and how he stalks her. His busy hands raise to her face, cupping her cheeks to help stabilize her for the impact of his affection. Elska’s fingers tangle into his dark locks, protesting his ever backing away. She misses this. Words are not needed to navigate their intended meaning, thoughts useless to better portray their desires. Language is being spoken but in the form gasps, whimpers and groans.

Toji pushes her against the tiled wall but lifts her tiny frame up until his hips trap her to his chest. Despite what this may look like, the giant is not trying to seduce her but is instead vying for intimacy in its purest form. He breaks their silence by quietly calling her name, inhaling deeply when she cries his own. Maybe rolling with it isn’t such a bad idea.

Orao has recovered but wishes he could be anywhere other than here. The bastardous one they call Toji is currently slobbering all over his beloved while he’s been set aside to fucking feel her excited energy. He could hit them both right now; he’s fucking sick of this world and is sick of seeing her so fucking attentive to these other turned. It’s disgusting. The smallest whimper resounds through the door, damn near pushing him over the edge but he’s made to quickly tighten up once the room becomes more gregarious.

“This fucking guy…”, Gojo growls when the pathetic body guard freezes on the spot.

Suguru sighs, “Get to the bed before you make me fall too!”, suddenly thinking Gojo can make it all by himself.

Satoru rolls his body so he can flop to the mattress on his back but he holds on to Getou, pulling him down as well. The Titer frantically shifts around but Gojo uses his strength to playfully restrict any of Suguru’s movement, laughing out, “Your hair is so soft, just like my love’s!”. Satoru laughs wildly, despite his pain when the bodyguard is doused in confusion and to further unsettle the stranger, he adds, “Nothing wrong with a pretty man now is there?”.

“WE WILL BE ENEMIES ONCE MORE SATORU!”.

Yuuta walks with Maki behind Choso, accidentally tuning out everything she’s relaying to him as he tries to place his finger on the being. His energy is so strange, not merely ominous. His eyes flicker forward to Naoya as his mind takes to the thought, ‘They’re all Elska’s but they’re so different…’, now comparing Gojo’s new wavelengths to the turned they encountered as well. When he enters their bedroom with everyone else, a cold chill rakes down his spine. His first reaction to the horror felt was to grab a hold of Maki’s hand as his head turns in search for the source of this heinously toxic energy, Orao. Yuuta’s hands move to draw his sword, ‘There’s no mistaking it…’, he thinks with hollow eyes and a single word on the tip of his tongue, ‘He’s the same.’.

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 96 - Paranoia

w/c - 7,252

“He’s not getting any better…”, Shoko’s voice breaks, eyes overflowing with seemingly endless streams of sadness, “What the hell am I supposed to do?!”. The usually wide open and warm kitchen feels constricting, dreary and with the atmosphere of gloom; the only thing holding her seams together being Hiromi.

Nanami lives and breathes but he remains severely depressed almost, nor is he speaking yet. She’s tried to talking to him, even attempted to comfort with silence but the void in her chest only expands as her recognition of Kento fades. ‘Does he still love me?’, the question she isn’t sure she’s prepared to receive an answer for, ‘Did he ever have feelings for Elska before?’, another zinger that stabs her right in the lungs. She accidentally throws herself deeper into the higher-up’s arms, a byproduct of the disparaging speculations she’s left to fabricate since zero answers have been presented. Nothing is certain other than the fact that Nanami’s clearly suffering from being away from Oda. Hiromi has been supplying him with blood but the offer is taken reluctantly, Nanami never appears to enjoy it. It honestly made Nanami’s moods worse.

She thought, ‘Maybe if he fed from me…’, after noticing that his status wasn’t progressing in the way they were hoping and acted upon this theory with the aspirations of Nanami finding consolation within her but his reaction was the nearly the end of everything revolving them. She’s never seen him so aggressive or violent; he’s never tried to run from or harm her either yet today he did both and at all cost.

Hiromi continues to hug her while she sobs into his shirt, afraid to let out his true opinion and affirm the elephant in the room. His sights leave her hair and slowly follows the stairs that lead up to Shoko’s room where Kento resides. This all feels rather hopeless to him, but how could he possibly admit that to Ieiri? Thoughts such as, ��His behavior worsens as more time passes.’ and ‘We may have made a mistake by thinking we could contain Kento now that he’s even stronger.’, act as moons that pull the intrinsic tides of emotion. He squeezes Shoko a little tighter, taking a deep breath while considering that he may have to separate them due to Nanami’s instability. Kento trashed the room during his little episode and displayed such ferocity that it left Hiromi feeling like he has no other choice, ‘He’s too dangerous, he’ll hurt her…’. He hates this due to his own affections regarding Shoko; it feels somewhat sleazy even if he’s not wrong about Nanami, ‘It’s a matter of time a this point…Kento is too far gone...’.

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‘Master…’.

Nanami rolls to his side, curling into the fetal position; eyes blazing a deep maroon. He abhors the light and tires snuffing it with shut lids like that could hide his new form.

‘Why?!’.

A sharp pain slices through Kento’s chest while he suffers a state barely above starvation. He shivers but sweats and swallows only to feel the skin of his throat cling to itself.

‘So...dry.’

Images of Elska consume his mind against his will and to his dismay the mere tease of her presence soothes his writhing existence. They swirl within his imagination and send a more luxurious heat throughout his body in waves, some of which travel to his groin.

‘Master…’.

Nanami clenches his jaw, turns his face into the pillow and releases his agony in form of a muffled cry. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be but his adhesion to the past becomes fickle with each minute that is claimed by the present. Nanami’s aware that his heart has been poisoned, his mind and body tainted as well. “Odaaaaaa…”, he growls angrily and feels relief from her name alone in the same breath. How does one retain their sanity when their helpless to it being stripped away? The loss he feels as his turned nature dominates everything he once was cannot be compared to for he’s still sensible enough to witness his former everything deteriorate. His own sense of self coagulates in the depths of murky confusion, becoming less identifiable as his humanity grimly preserves what it can against his turned nature.

He’s going to lose.

It’s undeniable.

He needs Elska. Their bond is not something that can be buried or altered; he is hers and she is his.

“Ie-i-ri…”, he shatters quietly but into millions of pieces none the less. The part of him that clings to Shoko is vanishing, buckling under this overpowering, unnatural desire for Elska.

His new parasitic life.

How could he be expected to feed from Shoko? Does Ieiri not understand how vile this existence truly is? To use her as sustenance; to literally drink her blood into himself, the idea is somehow lurid and unsavory. Another cry of torment slips past his lips while he ruminates over the horror his innocent Ieiri must have felt when he lost control. His adulation for her causes his entire body to feel as though it were seeping into the bed itself. He wouldn’t stop it from suffocating him if were. “KENTO, PLEASE! IT’S ME! STOP! Oh my...CALM DOWN! KENTO!”

The classic sound of glass shattering to indicate a domestic struggle; echoing thuds of durable décor meeting the floor in consequence of the collision between human male and turned. Nanami can still feel Hiromi’s weight against his ribs as the shaman forced him to drink. He hates feeding from Hiromi.

“Ieiri…”.

Nanami knows all too well where they likely stand in regards to him, he’s been mauling on the few emotions that he was capable of decoding in his mind when feeding from Hiromi. Torture is the best description for what it’s like to be handed the blood you need but with the molested aftertaste of vitriol. Kento’s eyes fasten shut as he relives the horrendous flavor of solicitude and estrangement, the very seasoning that always pours from Hiromi even while his emptied supportive words fill the air. ‘He...honestly...is afraid of me…’, the taste is akin to minced daemon or perhaps the exact sensation of starvation regardless so there’s never any satisfaction but rather, additional despondence. There’s always that look on his face as well. Nanami is too ashamed to make eye contact while he drinks but afterwards, his own insecurities oblige him to glance over. Hiromi always appears as though he’s ready to deliver the killing blow at any given time but what bothers Nanami the most is not the fact that Hiromi would likely strike without hesitation but rather how he’s forced to deal with how much their friendship has devolved. Kento can’t trust him and he does not trust Kento. To make matters more despicable, Nanami is positive that he could drain Hiromi of every drop and still be left dejected. There’s nothing either of these two dear friends of his can do for him to indulge the bottomless needs of a turned. Nothing.

‘Master…’.

His hands grip the sheets but his tired soul yearns for it to be Oda’s flesh. His thoughts now flood with acknowledgment of her other beloveds and he tosses and turns in the daylight until his hand covers his face. There’s no way, right? Him jumping into Elska’s circle may prove to be exponentially more obtuse than her previous additions. Can he even share her? Fuck sharing her, can he even stomach having sex with Elska? ‘Why is this happening to me?’, he laments in thought alone. He swears he does not lust for Oda yet deep in his broken heart, he senses that he will have no problem pursuing that act. ‘Gojo though...and Toji….’, Nanami knows exactly how all that works out and is further made indignant when his body reacts in a way that is entirely novel. Never before has he found their sharing dynamic appealing, but now? Whew. His entirety cringes to what he’s molding into and the stress is released in form of a loathing sigh.

“They should have let me die…”.

His sunken brown eyes drag over to a broken picture frame near the wall and erodes into a flooding river while he considers the possibility of maybe not suffering at all. ‘Could I end it?’, he sits up slowly as if the shards would scurry away if startled but he doesn’t move off of the bed, ‘Would that really solve this heartache? Can I remain somewhat human by doing so?’ ‘Will they remember me as I was?’. Despair slides Nanami off the bed, agony compels his feet to traipse but defeatism is what ultimately lowers his body to pick up a sizable fragment. It gleams when disturbed as if it was supposed to be something pretty. The chunk is as wide as his palm and thick enough to accept force without becoming further compromised. When he folds his fingers around it, the jagged edges sting his skin whenever he tightens his grasp. ‘Is it enough though?’, he fears internally while lifting the makeshift blade to his own throat, ‘Will it actually kill me?’.

‘Master…’.

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“Fucking FINALLY!”, Naoya exits Choso’s portal first, gleefully spinning while he awaits the others. The familiarity of his estate and the centrality of the day has him back in the clouds, thinking, ‘All those years of diligence are coming back around!!’. He trained his ass off all through his life to surpass his older brothers and truly earn the title he was always destined to receive. Just because he was able to engage the scalar warfare wasn’t enough proof for him, Naoya had to show that he utterly deserved to skip them as sole heir. His chest feels like its going to explode and he pictures butterflies exiting his stomach and swarming the compound, encouraging, oohs and ahhs. As the rest of his party start to appear through Choso’s technique, Naoya decides to waste little time and engages his projection to find Peaches.

Elska giggles into her palm, “I’ve never seen him so excited before!”, admiring how only time itself could slow her prince down; by the moment she manifested back into this dimension, only traces of his energy stayed behind. She readjusts the front of her cardigan and shifts a smile to Gojo but he doesn’t even notice it in all of his contemplation. Her gaze loiters on her white knight while she wonders, ‘Sati, are you really alright?’, undoubtedly feeling his continuous unease.

“I’ve certainly seen him this way.”, Choso speaks it to everyone but his eyes are on Elska who turns around, “One day I will show you the memories of that time. It was right before your arrival to our base.”.

Toji scoffs, “Ugh, I know exactly what you’re talking about…”, half laughing to himself as he recalls all the different ways the Zenin would become giddy at the mention of her name, “I’m pretty sure that fruitcake learned how to giggle because of you, doll.”. That’s when he turns to look at Elska for himself though and their eyes meet briefly before she glances away out of embarrassment. Toji sighs, ‘I guess she’s still bothered by what I did…’, only now awkwardly feeling a bit of guilt. Maybe back in the day he would’ve anticipated Elska’s disinclination towards the act but he definitely was blind-sided by her depreciation for something he thought for sure would be a home run. He reaches out for Elska but she jumps away and walks over to the closet as if she looking for clothes, all while they can all assume that what she will be wearing is not being kept in there. His heart sinks and his eyes widen, ‘Did I go too far?! Could she...end up wanting less time with me?’.

Suguru snaps his head suspiciously, having heard that thought. He looks to Elska and then back towards Toji to read his body language and discovers the despair singeing the giant’s features. ‘What the hell would Toji have done to her?!’, surely there’s a mistake. He tries not to pay it any mind since he’s left without context but it sits funny.

“What’s wrong, yolotli?”, Choso swoops in behind Elska, grazing his shoulder against the wall to wrap himself around her while she nervously sifts through outfits. He cannot help but marvel at her attempts to hide the issue for he, of course, is already aware. She completely misunderstands what occurred between her and Toji and for once, the nonsense that will spill from this cup actually leaves room for anticipation. ‘I could solve this for them…’, he jokingly tells himself, ‘But why not let them have some fun?’.

Elska blushes, not even knowing where to begin. She quickly ideates a scenario where she anxiously belts out, “My beloved secretly prefers urine..” or “Nothing much, Toji forced me to give him a golden shower.”, she cringes. How do you explain that kind of...occurrence... and not feel weird in response? She’s currently swearing that it is impossible. The first thing she thinks to do is smile as if that could possibly detour the conversation but even with her deception she can see in her hybrid’s playful eyes that he’s not buying it for even a minute. She bites her lip while thinking to him, ‘Please don’t make me say it right now!’.

“Doll, talk to me. I don’t like this.”, Toji ducks into the doorway feeling like an absolute villain. He can tell his gaze must be hefty because her eyes seem to struggle meeting it but as awkward as this may be, communication is key.

Choso feels rather spoiled by getting to see this vulnerable and insecure side of Toji Fushiguro. The giant looms but also shrinks, appearing to resemble more of a hurt wolf than anything while Elska takes her time to orient in his direction. All of this nonsense because they do not always share their true feelings, ‘A simple yet hard concept for them apparently.’. They will be able to navigate it on their own and even come to terms with why the misunderstanding happened to begin with, ‘They grow so fast!’. Toji exudes a small whine but with Choso’s imagery of the wolf, it reminds him of a whimper which makes him innocently giggle.

“Oh, so this is funny, huh?”, Toji’s emerald eyes narrow on the being who sports a humored spark that may as well have intertwined between those violet dashes. “She literally is freaking out around me and all you can do is laugh!?”, Toji’s now more hurt than ever for he’s truthfully the one freaking out.

Choso snickers under his breath, “I simply understand what the problem is, is all. It’s rather cute if I am being transparent.”. He playfully averts his eyes when Toji’s dubitation starts to surface but then Elska pulls away from him and faces her back against the ensembles to address it all.

Shyly but with a flare of annoyance, Elska stares down both of her turned and brashly asks, “Cute?”, clenching her fists, “HOW IS PEEING ON SOMEONE CUTE?!”. Pushed to the point of explosion, she begins to let them have it.

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Naoya couldn’t help but hurry back to the others after accepting the attire, ‘She’s going to look stunning!’. The flawlessly sewn Zenin blue yukata fashions mostly a professional air but Naoya had his best seamstress beautify the canvas by adding a scenery of cherry blossom branches. He can’t wait to view it in great detail but judging by the intricacies woven into the spot showing, it’ll almost be worthy enough to grace her skin.

“I’ll just...catch up!”

Naoya cackles as a result from Old Man Peaches not demonstrating the best of stamina. “If I were 30 years younger, I’d run circles around you so fast that you’d be unborn, young master.”, Naoya laughed then too but repeats the same outburst as when it happened a few minutes ago. “Old goat…”, the Zenin’s lips split with an artless smile while securing the robes in his folded elbow. ‘Hopefully Toji doesn’t put up a fight…’, pouting while he looks down at the giant’s set, ‘We had to custom make these for his big ass!’. At this point, Naoya is approaching his room from the hall but he stops dead in his tracks when he hears the tail end of an uproar; something that he’s sure is a joke. ‘What is going on here?’.

“Woah...doll...hold up…that’s not-...”.

A sharp belt of laughter erupts from Gojo and is followed by, “Tojiiii...you’re siiiiiick!”.

“My beloved...you said you wanted me to pee on you. Don’t try to back out of this now. You said it was your plan all along!”.

“I did n-wait...no! You’ve got it all wrong! Doll, let me explain first!”.

Naoya enters the room coldly and is unfortunate enough to find Getou’s stunned face first. The Titer doesn’t verbalize a damn thing but looks to the ground with wide eyes and waving hands as if to express, “I have nothing to do with this shit.”. Naoya then locks eyes with Gojo who instantly lights up and spiritedly inquires, “Hey little Naoya, did you know Toji has a piss kink?”. He feels his left eye twitching.

“What is there to explain?”, Elska bashfully twists towards a welcoming Choso, lowering her voice to say, “You should’ve talked to me about something like that first…I’m not angry my beloved I jus-...”.

“What in THE FUCK is going on in here?!”, Naoya cannot believe his ears, ‘TOJI MADE HER DO WHAT?!’. His hands harden and aim at his older cousin before he can even realize that he’s in front of them.

Choso slides from behind Elska, past Toji and finally around Naoya before setting his sights on the slightly entertained Gojo. He tilts his head to the side as Satoru’s smile fades and is replaced by a far more solemn expression.

“Is it time?”, the sinking shaman asks with little doubt in his voice while he runs a hand through his white locks. ‘Love…’, crosses his mind as his darkened blue eyes glue to the wall hiding her in the closet, already missing her. “Okay, fine.”.

Orao fidgets with his fingers behind his back and keeps his eyes to the ground until Getou, beside him walks over towards Gojo. He was wrapped up in internal slurs in regards to the turned as he does his best to be deaf. Their behavior when it comes to his beloved Elska is unfathomable.

“Just get in there, get the ceremonial stuff and then get out.”, Suguru pats Satoru’s shoulder, “I don’t know what’s going on with you precisely but I get the feeling that you have issues with your family.”. It would’ve been awkward to say that normally but everyone is unfortunately privy to the rumors and public testaments made by Satoru’s parents themselves. They were never shy about their disdain over his being born. They say Satoru was such a hostile birth that he permanently destroyed his mother’s womb, leaving her barren in hopes and reality as far as more children was concerned. There’s also the whispers of there being a second Gojo child once upon a time but Satoru did away with it. ‘I guess only they’d know the truth…’. When Gojo’s eyes say that he’s on the right path, Getou sympathizes greatly and thinks to him, ‘May you return sooner than later...”.

Gojo tucks his chin down at the floor, “Thank you…we should have a toast tonight to officially welcome you into our shenanigans!.”, blatant with the emotive response procured by Suguru’s kindness but Toji falling into the room draws their attention.

“You’re fucked, you little shit!”, Toji jumps to his feet and snatches Naoya’s whole body from the closet.

“Oh my…”, Elska’s eyes widen as Toji lifts Naoya’s entire body up and over his head, Naoya screaming, “PRINCESS!!”, as if she could help. She would never have discussed that around her prince for this very reason but it’s too late now.

Orao cracks into a smirk while witnessing the father of bastards getting body slammed into the bed and doesn’t even contain it when everyone notices. He can’t help it...they’re actually funny.

“FOR THE FUCKING RECORD!”, Toji huffs while pinning the Zenin down but addresses everyone in the room, “SHE DID NOT PEE ON ME!! I DID NOT ASK HER TO PEE ON ME! NOBODY GOT PEED ON DAMN IT!!”.

Gojo leans into Getou, howling at red-faced Naoya who’s struggling to breathe under such a mighty knee. He then whispers to Suguru, “It’s true, there wasn’t any pee, I just wanted to make Toji uncomfortable!”.

Elska exits the closet with a furrowed brow, “My beloved?”, the bewilderment laced in her voice, “What did you do to me then? How do you explain that?”.

“Doll, look…”, Toji begins while slowly letting Naoya up, “What you did was called...uhhh…”, he steels himself but blushes, “...squirting, alright? I figured towards the beginning that it was new to you but it’s really not that uncommon.”. This is a really poor time for Shoko to be alienated because her explanation would be moons better than his own. He exhales, “I see why you thought what you did but that’s the kind of shit you need to watch out from that guy over there.”, he points to Satoru but keeps his eyes on Elska, I will never be the one to ask you to something like that so doll, please stop thinking I’m some kind of creep because I’m not. I guess…”, his gaze switches to Gojo, “since you were stuck with this asshole for so long you were deprived of basic pleasures.”.

Naoya grumbles, “Fucking animals, just like I said…”, relieved but still pretty jealous. “I can’t believe you did that to my princess on my day of ascension!”, but likely the real issue was that he wasn’t the one to introduce her to it. “Keep your god damn hands off of her!!!”.

Gojo cackles to Elska’s turning gears and chimes in, “Whatever, I could’ve done it whenever but I always get too wrapped up in the moment!”. Gojo now pulls Elska into his chest and strokes her hair while taunting, “You know how I get love, once I’m inside of you…”, he ghosts his lips over her own, “All plans are thrown out because I simply lose myself in your love.”. Satoru backs away and sighs to her flushed cheeks, “However, I will extract this fountain of desire from you later, my love, daddy has some work to do.”.

‘Daddy?’, Naoya expresses his offense taken with a “Tch” but Toji scoffs and adds, “What did I tell ya, that fucker right there is the one that needs the warning label. Always trying to do some freaky shit...”.

Satoru gleams from the compliments and leans down to kiss Elska but quickly grabs a hold of Choso to prepare for a quick escape, “My love, I am probing everything tonight until you are unable to walk.”. He snickers and winks mischievously, “Maybe you can pee on me! We should do it on Naoya’s bed!”.

“YOU TWAAAT!”, Naoya shouts this but the intended ears successfully avoided his reprimanding, “That fucker better get back here with his shit and SOON!!”. Naoya huffs and takes a second to collect his thoughts, ‘Everyone needs to get dressed…’.

“I’m sorry that I assumed the worst of you my beloved…”, Elska shyly rubs Toji’s arm with remorse, “I was just…”, she pauses and chuckles, “I don’t know! When it felt good and I thought it was...that...I guess I was embarrassed by myself too!”.

“Well maybe if I’d given you more of a heads up instead of playing predator, you wouldn’t have to come up with such crazy thoughts.”, Toji places his hand over hers and they share a sweetened smile that feels like it lasts for hours.

“Here!”, Naoya shoves robes into Toji, “Take this.”, and then walks over to Orao, “I also gathered you a set as well. This ceremony may not have been in your itinerary at first so I don’t want you feeling excluded.”. He hands them over and is mystified by how it seemed his trusted bodyguard was about to burst into either tears or laughter.

“My prince?”, Elska stands by uncomfortably as Naoya kicks Suguru, Toji and Orao out of the room. She thought he was being excessive at first but while she observes the way he moves, she can tell that his anxiety is through the roof. Naoya’s always been more sensitive.

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Genghis sits forward with elbows to his knees and a lot on his mind. The clay floors beneath his feet reverberate from the restless legs attached. Some pieces have decided to stray from their roles, taking on new advantageous ones instead.

“He’s changed…”, the sigh of relief that trickles out of his took 10lbs of stress instantly, “What insanity! How did this even come to be?!”.

After meeting with Sain and giving the promotion, Temujin traveled and utilized the bridge leading to Gaia. He’s tried his best to maintain regular visits but hasn’t had much luck while trying to manage his facade all the whole downfall of the planet thing. His mistake was not making time regardless.

An eerily nervous chuckle rumbles in his throat.

Although King Bengill has always been strong enough in his world to lead the turned, there was never hope of his survival once confronting Gojo. No, the King hardly matters at all other than in terms of baiting this war and possibly damaging Elska’s turned, maybe more, but Bengill is also imperative for causing the chaos needed to resurrect better leadership under his merciless Deila. Now though...after what Genghis just saw and heard with his own eyes and ears?

“This is getting out of control...”.

* * * *Temujin’s Meeting with the King* * * *

The very aura of the castle felt different and this was ascertained upon arrival. Everything seems denser, heavier even; he wonders if the colors of this world have grown dull as well for nothing lacks in terms of starkness. ‘Could it be that Bengill is giving up before we even begin?’, he ponders on this slight possibility and chews his lip while calculating how drastically that would alter his plans. Genghis was so certain that the Drayion pride would compel the King to take action to retrieve Elska, regardless of the consequences.

“You will be escorted to his majesty in shortly.”

Genghis stands and nods respectfully to the pelt and iron layered guard but proceeds to appear jittery while wading in the unknown. Bringing his wrists to behind his waist, he now rolls his weight back and forth from heel to toe, ‘Don’t abandon the morale of your people, Bengill, that looks much too like weakness…’, fearing over how a rioting population would endanger his own master, ‘How pathetic.’.

“He will see you now.”.

Stone floors have always irritated him for they decimate the joints and provide little to no insulation, ‘This drabby monolith retains it’s boring air.’. Genghis catches himself automatically looking down upon this world like he always has; its simply so regressive compared to the era in which Earth is currently in and to be honest, sophistication is not something that comes easy to turned. He laughs quietly while remembering how angry Deila became when he tried to explain smartphone technology or how scared the idea of a motor vehicle was before he used his water viewing technique to show her. ‘She definitely will fumble with adjusting…’. What an arrogant and bratty woman she is but oh how she has this way of making him lose his mind.

As they continue down the barren halls, Temujin’s lackadaisical thought process jolts with instinctual defensiveness the closer they get to the thrown room. The King’s presence has mutated but in a way that’s hard to describe. This type of energy shouldn’t be blended in a turned for it actually negates their nature in totality.

“Enter.”.

Shaking the eeriness from his shoulders off as inconspicuously as possible, the Titer holds his head down as he passes the doors. He wishes he could raise his head instantly, ‘What is that purity?’, and not be forced to enter such an ambiguous conundrum blindly but alas, one must display meekness in front of royalty.

“Temujin! My friend…”, The King announces his acknowlegdement, “Please, come.”, waving his hand, “We’ve much to speak about.”.

Genghis lifts his head hoping that the nervous sweat across his forehead will go unnoticed. His initial thought was to greet the King as always and regurgitate the spiel of his unyielding allegiance but he could not hold his tongue upon laying his eyes on Bengill and blurts a gasp instead.

“Yes...I imagine my appearance is rather shocking at first…”, the King humors out while confidently strolling down the steps towards his visitor, “One could say that I’ve been blessed with a power, something akin to someone deeply connected to this planet. I’ve come across aide like no other…”.

Temujin forgets to tighten his jaw and leaves it slacked while scouring the King’s features. Somehow, Bengill’s medium length auburn hair has grown exponentially and now carelessly drapes over his battle-decorated cloak. Deep red has always possessed the King’s irises but there are remnants of faded silver dashes that are enhanced by a miraculous light scar peering from the collar of his chest. “What in heavens did you do, sire?!”,

Bengill throws his head back and laughs haughtily, damn near incapable of holding back his exhilaration but offers Genghis to join him in sitting on the steps. He takes a second to readjust Toji’s katana on his hip but is no later sharing, “Where should I begin?! So much has happened!”. When Genghis merely laughs nervously, the King starts off with, “Well for starters, the growth of my army has exceeded expectations. I have one stroke of luck after another.”.

Temujin replies, “This is great news!”, but on the inside is paralyzed by the explanation he’s truly waiting for. What altered the King?

“We’ve spent every waking moment building up our numbers and have also discovered new areas in which the humans inhabit…”, the King grins, “Or did.”. He throws his long hair behind his shoulders, grunting to its weight and reminded to cut it, “Because of this though, our projected numbers multiplied exponentially. The humans have barely put up a fight and most quite enjoy being turned once they’re able to gain a feel for it. I should’ve done this ages ago!”. A brief silence sways past them but it ends with his sigh, “Although we’ve discovered that human children nor the elderly are not suitable for our cause. Their bodies simply can not withstand the synthesis.”.

If Genghis were a better person he may have felt nauseated by the assumption of butchered innocents but truly, very few matter enough to him at all. He braves, “Probably for the best.”, while hoping to usher the conversation along but thinks, ‘Has he been corrupted? Why are his wavelengths radiating like that?’. They’re so electrifying; as if they demand to be noticed, like they’re hinting alarm.

“It certainly is not for the best, I will take whatever fighter I can against Satoru Gojo.”. Bengill sounded harsher than he meant so after straightening his posture, he relaxes once more while the horrible truth ridicules him. “Those that cannot withstand the synthesis don’t die peacefully, Temujin, it’s a terrible way to exit this life.”.

For people such as children or the elderly who’s body rejects the transformation, their final hours are spent spewing blood from every orifice while their bodies contort hideously and reshape from the inside out. Due to the milestone of old age and its effects on the body, the elderly at least had it a little better. When their chests and stomachs progressed into aggressive bloating, the aged elasticity of the dermis and brittleness of their bones gave to the pressure building within. Cause of death, typically external hemorrhaging within minutes. The children however, suffered a great deal more and because of the opposite reasons and additional complications. Their bodies contained their wounds but because of the damage to internal organs from the increasing pressure, they would often bleed internally until they bloated into a fleshy, misshapen discolored sack. It’s something that should never have been attempted but as they say, these are times of war. Bengill has no particular interest in humans other than them conforming to his side but he’s a man that wishes to harm no babe or geriatric of any species, for any reason. His greatest regret was not questioning his own ignorance upon requesting the tests be administered.

“Sire, surely you intend to fill me on the reasoning for this supremacy you bear.”.

The King looks up, refocused in the current, “Huh? What’s this, you speak?”, and is met with Temujin’s invasive gaze. “Are you implying that I was weak before?”, snickering to the passing neutrality in the Titer’s dark eyes.

Genghis becomes antsy, “I humbly wish to understand what it is that you’ve…”, he shifts in dire discomfort, “become or have consumed. Your presence is not as it once was, sire and I only inquire because I care about your well-being.” The best lie he’s told all week.

Bengill sighs, “While on routes to scout for more subordinates, my regiment came across a deserted town that was stained in blood. We encountered days of endless rain and then monstrous heat and humidity on our path there and yet the blood looked almost fresh.”. He ignores the skepticism on the Titer’s face for he agrees that it sounds a little extraordinary, “The scent was fresh...but it was almost like an invisible dome took rise and built a roof over top. That is the only explanation I could articulate once realizing that the blood was still warm. Buildings that should have worn dust were bright, food that should have expired, edible.”.

“Sire, it sounds like to me that you maybe found a town where residents recently fled. You’ve suggested yourself, not every human wants to join these ranks.”, but on the contrary, this mysterious description has his interest.

“Fair enough.”, the King accepts this reasoning, “For I was beguiled by mirroring assumptions I save of intellect.”. Before proceeding with more, Bengill resorts to the urgency he’s hidden and asks, “How is my Elska fairing? I was informed by the Titers that serve here that there’s been great issues regarding the water viewing technique. They say that there is an energetic disturbance that is currently nullifying their ability to watch her.”.

Temujin stiffens and screams to himself, ‘WHY DID THEY DISREGARD MY ORDERS AND CONTINUE USING THAT TECHNIQUE!?’, knowing full well that the outcome of the King learning of Elska’s pregnancy or Orao’s recruitment would be unforgivable and could jeopardize everything. ‘But wait…’, he stews on what he’s been told, ‘an energetic disturbance?’. What the on any planet could cause this kind of disruption? Genghis absentmindedly glances around the room as if an answer would be tucked away in a corner somewhere.

“She umm…”, Temujin stammers while conducting a good fib, “She’s alive but I’ve been given word that she will be used to forcibly create her army as well very soon but there’s no possible way for them to match what you’ve produced.”. The King shoots him an aggrieved frown but waits none the less, “Her state is still precarious but I’ve recently done some recruiting of my own to help us in this endeavor.”.

“What do you mean when you say this?”

Temujin smiles, “I’ve inserted a spy among her turned, someone that will protect her from the more extreme perils alongside my pupil.”, he informs him slyly and with the impression of being heartfelt. “Lady Oda will only benefit from this spy for he can use his position to save her from starvation on top of numerous other possible turmoils. I believe he will be given a chance to prove his worthiness very soon as well which will earn him trust and recognition as a protector.”.

Bengill’s focus drifts from the Titer and to his own internal struggles while he imagines his beloved suffering at the hands of these notorious men. Her soft skin; is it being tactlessly groped and abused? That cynical smile; has it faded away similarly to her long-remembered spunk? Her voice; does it cry more than sing?

“Sire, please. I fear you are succeeding in psychological torture as you make me sit here and give patience to the most obvious refashioned part of you.”. Is he going to be left in the dark?

“HAHA!!!”, the King grunts and shifts his legs to stand, “The ways of servitude left you the moment you returned to your world!”, cackling loudly as he offers a hand.

Genghis digresses, “My apologies. My interest is merely peaked...”.

“Tell me, Temujin…”, Bengill turns his back to admire his family’s banner but proceeds to engage in conversation, “This pupil of yours…”.

“Yes, sire?”.

“He wouldn’t happen to be attractive would he? Describe him to me in detail.”.

‘What the fuck?!’, Genghis shouts within his mind but holds his composure, “Wh-why would you care to know such things all of the sudden?”. An affirmative chill courses down his spine while he attempts to predict the direction this conversation is headed.

The King postures himself upright as if he’s suddenly uneasy, “And now you deflect simple questions with more questions…”, he places his hand to the hilt of Toji’s sword and feigns a constricted pout.

Temujin takes a nervous step backwards, feeling like he has no other choice but to be honest.

Paranoia.

‘What if I lie to him and he’s already aware of what Suguru looks like? Why is he asking? What is he planning?!’, Genghis swallows down and darts his eyes towards the windows, ‘Maybe he’s lying about the viewing technique being blocked!’. After taking another step while choking on incoherent mumbles, Temujin trips and falls backwards. The harsh crash to the ground jarred a tiny terrified voice from within that silently whispers for him to share honestly. He could probably fight the King if this current output is all the King is capable of but that could also provoke his downfall. He is alone on this planet and cannot survive all the aggregated soldiers, there’s just no way. A likely stress-induced idea proliferates in his brain as he contemplates on bringing Sain into the fold for future meetings. He should’ve have stowed away more insurance.

Bengill studies his friend with an unusual impatience, “Describe this Titer to me, Temujin and I will share with you the knowledge of my bounty.”.

‘Fuck.’.

“Suguru is…”, Genghis scurries through his brain, suddenly struggling to put the true head into words, “Well...taller than myself but not quite as tall as you….and he has long, straight black hair but it ends here and he typically wears it up.”, pointing to his chest to provide comparison to the King’s length which is much longer.

“Tall and with long hair?”, Bengill remains stoic, “My, my...almost sounds familiar. Do go on.”. He folds his arms and nods for Temujin to hurry.

Genghis clears his throat, “Ahem...yes...perhaps.”, folding his arms as well to help disguise his fretting, “His eyes are narrow and seem almost black in some lighting, his hands are bigger than most but he also is different in the way that he presents himself with elegance.”.

“His stature?”, the question colder than any winter this world has endured.

‘This is getting weird…’, but Genghis knows he cannot bow out of this conversation, “I would argue that he is athletic.”.

“Athletic? Is that an Earth-born disease?”.

Perhaps the crippling stress of interacting with the naive King Bengill enabled him to crack or maybe it was the sheer need to have some kind of relief enter the equation but whatever caused it, Temujin cracks and burst into short-lived snickers. He attempts explaining, “No sire, not at all.”, as respectfully as he can while in the riles of laughter, “Athletic is a term from Earth used to describe someone may be physically strong and healthy.”.

The King says nothing but looks back to his banner.

Picking up on what would seem to be displeasure, Genghis throws in the towel as gracefully as he can while praying for mercy, “...I would admit that Suguru would be viewed as attractive, sire. My sincerest apologies.”.

While Temujin bows, Bengill interrogates,“Do you apologize for bedding my queen with your attractive pupil or do you wish to show remorse for how painful you’ve made this simple inquiry?”. He finds himself troubled by the manner in which his visitor has behaved this time around but can also understand the mortification that resonates from the request. That same hesitation possesses the Titer as he tumbles through yet another unobtrusive question.

“Both, I suppose, sire. I beg your forgiveness for both.”, but when their eyes finally meet again, Genghis snaps his head downward as if to not add insult to injury. He has to remember to stay within the lines of his part.

“I suppose I am greedier than your average turned for I wish to have Elska all to myself…”, Bengill diverges the mood into something else entirely, “But I am the King and I am entitled to my choice of Queen. I’m entitled to whatever is that I want.”. He lowers his tone and increases his conflict-imbued presence, “And I will have no other as she will have no other.”.

For a moment, the singular threat was enough to toss Genghis over the edge of ferocity but he restrains himself effectively with shreds of self-control. There where times where he actually felt guilty for his manipulations of so many, the King being one since he’s been nothing but kind for who knows how many years? ‘Heh…’, he thinks to himself, ‘I can’t believe I’ll be cheering on Satoru Gojo with this particular matter…’,

“Even while in my realm, graced by my sister’s will, you wear your human form, Temujin. Why is that?”.

Genghis is caught off guard by the question but is readily prepared with a sufficient answer, “I find it easier to maintain this form if I do not switch between the two. As you are aware, those from Earth are still mislead by my assumed humanity.”.

Bengill walks a wide circle around Genghis, almost as a shark would swim when something caught its eye, “Still...I wonder…”.

Each sharp clack of Bengill’s heel sends random muscles throughout Temujin’s body into small spasms, “I swear to you that I dedicate myself to this lower state in order to enhance our rate of success.”.

“Hmmm…”, the King hums intrusively as if that wasn’t a believable response, but stops and stares. “I see you as you are right now Temujin.”, Bengill takes a step closer, “I’ll be able to see you much better from now on.”.

‘What has happened to him?’, Genghis cannot ignore the creepy aura being put off by the King and stands in silence.

“I ask only because I believe that as I see you now, there is conflict within your soul.”, Bengill tilts his chin slightly upwards, “You can serve me best by organizing your life and diving deep to learn more about yourself than you’ll admit.”. The room because tense, which was not necessarily Bengill’s intention so he exhales and smiles, “Now tell me Temujin, what do you know of a clan named Memoriam?”

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 90 - Taste 🔞

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The guttural growls fumbling through the humidified door become her sole focus as Elska braces herself against the farthest wall. Contrasting emotions spiral in her chest as the natural anticipation to be before her turned battles against her senses that alarm of who she is so eager to see. The doorknob rattles before rotating counterclockwise, her eyes fixated while she hurriedly plans evasion. Being confined to this bathroom means she’ll either have to retaliate against Nanami or surrender and despite that eccentric appetency of desire lurking under her fear, neither sound like great options.

When the door creaks open 2/3of the way and settles, the ravenous illuminating eyes of her newest turned stare back as the visible part of his face meets light. His typically well groomed hair lies messily across his forehead, his shirt half buttoned and wrinkled to hell. It’s so strange to her that with all that’s imminently unraveling, she chooses to notice these unnecessary differences in his presentation; her need to surveillance him increasing as his stalwart chest catches her view. He snarls roguishly, taking steps closer and snapping her out of the inappropriate curiosity as a possible opening appears.

Elska rams by, between him and the sink as the torrent of adrenaline carries her bare feet until she’s made to duck and slide under his arm to pass. Her eyes steal a glimpse of Naoya still resting in the bed, whimpers mimicking the pit crystalizing in her gut as her prince is incapacitated and will not be coming to the rescue. Her eyes snaps upwards as the mere seconds wasted on dependency cost her time needed to create distance. He’s gotten ahold of her hair.

‘Rescue…’, she fastens her eyes shut as Nanami yanks her backwards against his chest and snarls into her ear, ‘me?’. She’s strapped down by this sort of purgatory, one that was born of her stalemate of yearning and reason until she remembers exactly who the fuck she is. They flare back open with bright beaming dashes, colors representing not only her lovers but her prodigious strength. She can do this. She can tame Kento just like her other turned and this epiphany strikes as her throat becomes viced with his soft but mauling hand. “Nana-mi!”, she wails to the best of her abilities, grabbing and squeezing his wrist with the Master’s will beaconing in her blood.

He roars in response to Elska’s grip, her delicate looking fingers crushing his very bones but he quickly calms down and attempts to utter, “Mast-…er…”. She darts her vision to his other hand that was caressing her waist, fearful of its absence and for good reason. Her eyes widen when she recognizes that same paralyzing attack that rendered her useless during his awakening accumulating. A realization slices through her.

Toji and Nanami only seem to inherently ever use it when they’re frenzied and she tries to flee. She doubles her body forward, bending her knees as they awkwardly summersault into the dark bedroom. She wonders if he’s been given claws because of the rabid way he fights to keep ahold, the stinging pain from him nails making note to her brain through the blunder of the struggle. Their elbows and legs take turns thudding into the cold wooden floor, the small sliver of light from the bathroom gracing parts of Nanami as he rolls on top and pins her down. He’s far stronger than he appears and she understands that she’s underestimated him because she went limp in their previous bout.

His fangs form while he crawls between her legs and immediately grinds his hardened flesh into her spreading beauty. She feels her cheeks flush as his parted lips lightly drag from her neck to her breasts, taking them into his mouth through her thin black tank top. “God damn it…”, she gasps, the spell of the ritual consuming her, drowning her with thirsts when the points of his elongated teeth graze along her hills. She squirms, attempting to wriggle out from his weight but he gathers that bizarre energy and draws his arm back as if he’s going to pummel her with it. Desperate for him to relinquish that attack, she does her best to make him think she won’t run and strings her arms around his neck to create the intimacy he needs. Nanami roars viciously, almost like he’s vacillating but she knows better than to think there’s any logic within him right now. No, he needs the comfort of his master. His deep red radiant eyes fix to her stoically as she cautiously nears his face. Her nerves making her think that he’ll strike at any given moment but he instead waits to see what she’ll do. “My beloved turned…”, she whispers against his lips that huff out savagery, “I’m staying right here until you’re better.”. She holds her breath as their lips meet but finds herself yelping with surprise when his arms engulf her and his tongue hungrily slips into her mouth.

It’s still so unusual, so disturbing and unclean, this sensation of Nanami’s fevered touch against her body. Her hands now run through his hair though, one parting ways to glide down his back and to endure the appetizing way his muscles contract when his hips roll between her legs. He is her turned and never has it been plastered so blatantly in front of her as it is now. This is natural yet this is wrong. He growls into her mouth as his fingers thrash past his pants to expose his girth. She moans breathlessly when it rests against her cotton shorts, stroking her bundle of nerves and occasionally prodding her core. His jaw slacks as he sits on his knees to his feet, lifting her into his lap to finally pulverize the cause of his glitching humanity.

Elska lustfully glares down at her starved turned who’s about to try and penetrate her through her pajamas. Wondering if he was too out of it to actually go through with the sexual aspect left her with comfort but it’s stripped away as he swiftly snags her shorts and panties aside and thrusts his hips upwards, making her take almost all of him in one go. Her eyes well up to the stark burn from being stretched instantly and the lack of sound leaving her is due to deficiency of anticipation. Before she knows it, he's fucking right into her repeatedly, leaving her stunned and unable to counteract in his caging arms. His grunts of satisfaction cling to her neck as she’s lifted and lowered to his rhythm of choice, those blonde bangs tickling her face. Elska quietly cries his name in a way that could be taken as pleasure or offense but shortly after, he groans and pierces her neck.

Nanami tastes the depths of her and as his sanity gradually returns, more articulated sounds become him. ‘This flavor…’, he hums to Elska’s pleasured voice while slowly rocking his hips to a halt, now only concerned with drinking more of this liquid. His mind fires off with so many codes, feelings translated into a type of mental braille of which only some can he decipher.

Arousal.

It was like he was given this one as a freebie because he can determine Elska’s like he was born to. She seems to be in need of this encounter as much as himself.

Acceptance.

He can taste their bond and is fueled by her very existence as it bleeds into his own. ‘Master…’. He gulps down more, breathing heavily through his nose as to his dismay, she starts to hurriedly push him away.

Regret.

Nanami’s cleared crimson eyes rush open. She’s yelling his name but even for how loud she’s doing it, her voice now seems so far away. He shudders with culpability, now fully realizing what they’ve done. He regrets it now too as she stiffens her arms against his chest to escape but all he can respond with is a disheartening, “Oda…”.

“YOU HAVE TO GO!”, she desperately tries to break free of his grasp as Naoya has now woken. Her usually loving prince stalks them with a thundered expression that hones into Kento, leaving her in a frantic mess since Nanami hasn’t completely recovered. She screams when Naoya lunges and wrestles Kento into the floor above her, toppling him with the exaggerated power of one who is frenzied. By the time she gathers herself up and turns to see them, Nanami is gritting his teeth with extended arms fighting for his life. Naoya roars so loud that the entire room shakes, rumbling glass and furniture tapping into walls stifles her with the very real possibility that he’ll butcher Nanami.

Nanami feels the heat from the golden light and suffers 2nd degree burns along his body after it courses over Naoya, to himself. The smell of his own flesh cooking throws him into overdrive but its almost useless as the intense hatred fumes out of the Zenin man above. ‘Is this it then?’, he hears his own voice asking himself.

“I…warned you!”, Naoya chaotically seethes prior to smashing his head into Nanami’s, temporarily dazing the manager. The prince bears his fangs and unhinges his jaw in preparation to rip Kento’s throat out.

“NAOYA!!”, Elska gets to her feet, reaching out a hand, “DON’T DO IT!!!!”.

Nanami witnesses the second clarity resounds through the Zenin, his facial expression warping to innocent confusion, fangs retracting. Kento doesn’t dare make a move though, not until he’s positive the danger has disappeared.

“Princess?”, Naoya turns his head to see Elska crying with relief as recent events replay in his mind. Without giving Nanami a second thought, Naoya stumbles over him and clumsily rushes to Elska, embracing her. “Fuck baby…”, he burrows his face into her hair with a broken voice, “I’m sorry! I couldn’t stop myself when I saw what he was doing to you.”. She holds him back but with trembling extremities that leave him with reignited persecution. He releases Elska and stomps back over towards Nanami who’s now collected himself enough to stand. The shame on Kento’s face registers but Naoya finds the assault on his princess to be condemning in itself.

When Naoya yolks up his collar, Nanami’s gaze falls to the side. He does nothing to defend himself as he doesn’t know why he should. Once again, he’s gone after Elska but that’s not even the worst part. He fucking loved every minute of it and all that she was making him feel.

“WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING DO THIS, PRICK?!”, Naoya shakes him, wishing for the right excuse to royally wreck this fucker for what he’s done. “EVERYONE FUCKING TRUSTS YOU!”, Nanami says nothing at all however and the silent speaks volumes and convinces Naoya to swing.

“He can’t help it Naoya! You know this!”, Elska grimaces in reaction to Naoya’s anger since her perfectly accurate explanation only pisses him off more. He shouts, “Oh, so I should just let him fuck you then?”, which causes her knees to waver. She fails to produce a response as her logic becomes trodden with his own.

“SHE IS NOT YOURS!”, Naoya shouts into Nanami, slugging him across the face again but with a denser fist. Kento takes the punch rather well but the remaining guilt in the his eyes brings Naoya to deepened viciousness. He’s so fucking furious over this but also with himself because he completely understands what Nanami is going through but can’t bring himself to condone their evolving relationship. He gathers up energy, planning to certainly leave a mark.

“Uh, I don’t think so little Naoya…”.

“Sati! Toji!!!”, Elska runs to her giant beloved who hugs her like they haven’t seen each other in years. She hears him smell her and then feels Toji’s hypertonicity dissolve, a smile breaking across her face as everything feels better already with them around. Naoya starts bickering with Gojo next but Satoru has already placed himself between the Zenin and Nanami.

“He was fucking, fucking her! Our Princess!”, Naoya yells defensively, “And why the fuck are you naked?!”. With hands planted on his hips, he raises one to point out Gojo’s lack of ensemble.

Satoru glances over to Nanami and reads the situation. A sadness creeps across his heart as the voice he heard within earlier, lied. His face sours, ‘She was supposed to be protected by Naoya, Nanami’s dick wasn’t supposed to get anywhere near her!’. So why? “Fuck…”, Satoru exhales heavily while studying both Zenin and Nanami alike, hating that he can’t back Naoya like he usually would. “This wasn’t supposed to happen…”.

Toji narrows his eyes and jerks his view to Gojo, not understanding why he’d say that or how he’d know things were supposed to happen differely. He feels Elska clinging, thus distracting him as her small form is all he’s wanting to care about. “Doll…”, he snuggles her up, “You’re ok, right?”.

“I don’t have any explanation…”, Nanami bravely speaks up but looks over to Elska.

“Take your fucking eyes off of her right now…”, Naoya growls under his breath, “Maybe your girlfriend would like to hear about your wandering cock?!”.

With the mention of Shoko, Nanami snaps. He shoots out an energized attack but the Zenin dodges it with the use of projection. Before Kento even knows where he went, Naoya is wrenching a structured fist into his gut, causing him to drop to his knees. Once on the ground, he rests his back into the side of the couch while trying to recover. He looks up, expecting Naoya to swing again but the Zenin’s face is frozen with increased irritation as he seems to be glaring on something on the couch itself.

“Fucking...GETOU?!”.

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Orao wakes up to drizzling mist coating his face and the fact that he’s lying in his own blood. He sits up, wobbling as his body remembers how to balance upright, completely unsure of where he’s at or what he was doing until he hears hastened footsteps splashing into the wettened environment.

“That was definitely Kento’s energy!”, a woman says with hysterics brimming in her tone.

A man responds to her as they run past where Orao was left but he’s unable to make out what the guy said. His voice doesn’t carry like whoever the chick is. She says more as well but they were really booking it so he couldn’t understand it all but his ears ring to the mention of Elska.

It all comes flooding back, his mission on Earth, who he’s here to destroy and why. “Elska, huh?”, he grins past his cuts and bruises, wiping blood from his chin. Then the smile fades. He’s now recalling that black haired guy with the weird marking on his face. ‘That one’s her for sure…’, he contemplates while sneaking far behind the pair that are still running towards a building. ‘But what the hell else is he? He’s not merely a turned…”. Orao, being of pure-blooded royalty was always trained in the ways of their origins. There’re many ancient accounts of turned and humans alike making contact with their progenitor, a deity that graced their ancestors with power and purpose. Normally, this would seem like an outlandish connection to make for Orao but he simply can’t ignore one fatal descriptor. ‘His eyes…’, he thinks to himself, ‘That violet hue…’.

He slows his pace after the man and woman barrel through the front door, inspecting his surroundings as caution is his friend here. He squints down the long dark foyer while reviewing, “He fucked me up!”, the hasty whisper colluding his disdain as he relives the words spoken to him.

“I want to crush your skull and dine on your brains, you pathetic blip of my loin” and “How dare you show yourself here so boldly with what you intend?”.

‘And he seemed to know far more about me than he should…’. This makes Orao quite nervous. There is only one man that is aware of his recruitment into this stage of things and even though he doesn’t fully trust Genghis, Orao can’t find reason behind the assumption of betrayal. As he nears the building, his steps slow. He can’t believe the amount of strength that is being contained behind those walls. It’s fucking crazy. His brow lifts, however when he senses someone rather familiar, his mouth salivating to her wicked presence. ‘But…’, he freezes in place as his hand reaches for the door, ‘She’s different now.’. His thoughts cease out of fear, he eyes scanning around him as if that would help him identify the true horror of what he’s feeling. ‘Her prowess has been greatly understated…’, It’s not just her, but all of her turned are so incredibly strong that he’s met with dread. ‘How did she get this way?!’, he’s baffled by her presence and even more ridiculed by that of her creations as this does not seem to bode well for him and his brother. ‘Did they really force her to do this? How did she eclipse the pure-bloods in such a short time?’, It’s now that he comprehends why Genghis was so frazzled when he requested help. ‘But why wouldn’t he convey to our King that they’re behemoths in terms of power?’, none of this adds up. His intuition screams danger ahead but all in the same, as his heart races, he restructures himself with the knowledge that he’ll soon see her again. No amount of sensibility can stave off his desire to be near the one he’s bitten. ‘Benghil may have finalized the transformation but…’, he licks his lips, ‘I was the first to taste her. She is mine as well…bonded to us both.’. Orao’s putted singular moment of unabashed pride is once again tinkered when he senses that same obsidian creature lurking somewhere in the distance, getting closer. He jumps inhumanely high, up to the roof and hides as Choso steadily stares at the door below until those menacing orbs flash up right to his position as if the being knew all along.

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By the time Hiromi and Shoko make it to the room, they’re needing a second to process all that is going on. Shoko first sees Elska, tattered and in Toji’s arms which causes her concern until she views Nanami. “Kento!”, she cries and runs towards him, evading Gojo and Naoya who are in the middle of a shoving match. She drops down beside her boyfriend who looks worse for wear and asks, “What happened? Did they hurt you?!”.

Hiromi stumbles backwards when Naoya flies into him, his patience being tested. “Get off of me!”, he shouts while pushing the Zenin so hard, Naoya falls face first to the floor, “Blood shaman…”.

Elska growls and directs her visible eye to the Hiromi. She moves away from Toji to back him against the wall with intolerance cloaking her every move. “Don’t you ever put a hand on one of my turned again…”, she seethes with rancorous intent, “Human.”.

“I’m fine, baby…just…let it go.”, Naoya sits up but remains on the floor, clearly depressed. He doesn’t mean to act out like that but he can only take so much. He’s only just woken up and he found Nanami invading his princess and then Getou on the couch. It’s as if he can never win.

Elska glares at Hiromi but kneels down beside her prince, never breaking that threatening expression. Something other than disdain mirrors back to her though and his body language is of someone who’s apologetic. She surmises that he didn’t mean to cross her.

“Come on, let’s get the hell out of here.”, Shoko encourages Nanami to his feet, brushing him off and cupping his face only to see glowing eyes. They very sight of radiating red riddles her with unease but it’ll take more than this to make her give up on him, “I’m taking you home with me.”.

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea. I’ve been away from her before and let me tell you, Shoko, it ain’t pretty. You should know.”, Toji of course doesn’t want Kento around Elska but at the same time, none of this is the man’s fault so Toji struggles with condoning his suffering. “He’ll need to feed.”.

Shoko stands with Kento, enraged, “FUCK YOU! I’LL FEED HIM!”, her presence swarming uncharacteristically.

The room falls silent as Hiromi clears his throat and assists with supporting the roughed-up manager. He looks around the room, waiting for one of those blood-thirsty demons to oppose. He glances at Elska again, pestered by the strange drive within him to be near her because of what she is.

Gojo sighs when he scans over Nanami’s defeated expression. ‘Hang in there…’, he thinks to his friend, earning an instant response as Kento lifts his head and scours the room for an explanation. ‘It’s me Nanamin, and don’t worry, you will get through this.’.

Elska’s expression softens the moment Nanami spirals into tears, his head hanging low once again while Shoko and Hiromi guide him out of the room. Her hand on Naoya’s back halts from rubbing and stiffens as she watches her newest turned being escorted away. She’s always cared about Nanami because he was such a good friend to her, Satoru, everyone really. Now however, she coming to terms with how much more important he is to her and how ugly this is likely to become because of their bond. ‘He feels it too…’, she acknowledges with a heavy heart, ‘What have I done?’. She’s so wrapped up in the removal of Nanami that she doesn’t even feign a sign of remorse to Shoko who just exploded.

Toji and Gojo walk over to her and Naoya, everyone catching their breath after another dramatic occurrence. Toji leans down and tucks his hands under Naoya’s arms, “Get up boy.”, but with sympathy in his tone.

Elska hugs and holds her prince, his head becoming progressively heavier on top of her shoulder. “I’m so sorry my prince…”, she whimpers as the sadness in his energy accumulates. He’s always been more sensitive than the others and her heart aches knowing he’s always put in trying situations because of her.

“Why the fuck is he here?”, the Zenin’s deep voice sings his vengeance, his arms loosely hanging by his side, trying to not gaze over to the slumbering Titer. “After what he did!?”

“He is one of us.”.

Gojo’s neck nearly breaks when he whips it around to discover what the fuck could be permeating such an impenetrable air. His six eyes expose Choso for what he really is, or for who else he’s truly harboring. The being doesn’t even contain the same sequence of energy production, thus leading to his presence comprising of a completely different, awe-inspiring fashion. It’s so ominous, brutal and deadly, that of which makes Satoru swallow down air as he configures this person before them all.

“Holy shit Cho! How did your hair get so long?!”, Naoya walks over to his buddy and flips the ends of the wavy black strands that now rest against his shoulders, “You’re not holding out on hair products are you!?”. The being smiles kindly to him but keeps his secrets while Naoya walks around him, assessing the new look with approval. “I think I like it! You might lose your waves if it gets too long though, they’ll be weighed down.”. Naoya’s bias towards the being salvages his mood.

Toji gathers Elska into his reach and slowly orients her behind him as he too is reeling from the aura Choso is putting off. ‘What happened to him?’, he wonders to himself while guarding his doll. ‘Is that even Choso?’. He’s further perplexed when Naoya appears unphased as if the Zenin is entirely unaware. ‘What the fuck Naoya? Are you insane or fucking stupid?!’.

“This has happened before too…”, Gojo mutters while thinking back to their time at the Titer compound, right before Choso was turned. ‘Naoya wasn’t alarmed by Choso’s presence even when it was raveling out of control…’. It’s all very suspicious, this new entity inside of the being but Satoru is also able to sense their adoring Choso and trusts there’s a reason for this.

Choso puts his hands to hold Naoya’s face, who’s caught off guard. Pulling him closer, Choso rests their foreheads together and states, “Promise me you’ll never stop fighting for her.”. He receives a bewildered, “Huh?”.

Toji chimes in, “Yea I don’t think you need to worry about that.”, and chuckles, “The fucker was about to tear Nanami apart.”. He silences his amusement as he’s honestly glad his cousin was unsuccessful. Nanami is a decent guy that was caught in the crossfire of their violence. Gojo’s eyes darken and Toji nods to insinuate that he wasn’t for the manager’s mutilation.

Choso darts his violet-streaked, dark eyes to Gojo, “Good.”. The comment earns a distrustful expression from Satoru who may already be putting the pieces together, but that’s alright. Honestly, against his better judgement, Choso knew that Nanami would get ahold of Elska. He also knew that it would be enlightening for their bond but the main reason he used his true voice to lie to Satoru was, he needed to know for sure that Naoya would react that way. Too much has come to pass, the path taken cannot be undone. Remorse clouds Choso in this moment as he glances back to his amber-eyed friend all while knowing that Naoya is going to be put through hell for the sake of his cause. Like many others. He just had to make sure. He needed some kind of evidence that this will not fall apart, that the sweet-flavored Zenin actually harnesses the same maddening depths as himself. The prince has to be ruthless.

Naoya’s eyes become saddened, “I-I could never abandon her.”. He pouts at his princess, wondering if she harbors even an inkling of doubt about this.

“GROUP HUG!”, Gojo opens his long arms and collects Toji and Elska as he nears Naoya and Choso.

“St-op it you fucking pervert!”, Toji grumbles reluctantly as Gojo forces him over to everyone else, trying not to touch the whitened shaman as Gojo is still only in a towel. Elska’s giggles persuade him to go along with it though, him huffing out air and blowing his bangs up in the process, “Just don’t fucking touch me! I’m done with your ass today.”.

Choso opens his arms as well, taking in Naoya and Elska happily as Toji conforms more behind her. “I love all of you so much.”, he explains with transparency as he becomes swarmed by their various scents. This is what he’s been waiting for, all of it, all of them. Choso’s trip to cloud nine abruptly ends when he looks up to find Gojo’s mask removed. That foretelling blend of red and blue in his illuminated eyes speak all the words Satoru won’t say, but the gesture was loud enough. It obvious that Gojo is putting up a front to calm everyone else down but if any of them were to see the cold expression expecting answers, they’d probably freak.

Naoya finds himself chuckling as the prolonged hug gets weird, “We’re gonna crush her!”, wriggling his hands around Elska to steal her closer to himself. “I still love you and always will, baby.”, he confesses and then feels something out of the ordinary with her body and gasps.

Choso, knowing that Toji and Naoya are the only ones that haven’t fulfilled the ritual, thinks to Gojo, ‘Are you ready to learn about some of your suspicions?’. He’s given satisfied reassurance that Satoru will indeed be able to handle some of the knowledge he wishes to share, ‘It’s time then.’.

Toji is coincidentally caressed by Naoya so he grunts his frustration as Gojo and Choso step away. He watches as the Zenin slowly spins Elska around with a dumbfounded expression, mouth agape and all. Those amber eyes bleed to red as they fasten to her stomach.

“Baby?”, Naoya runs a hand through Elska’s hair as she looks up to him with the most endearing eyes. “Is…this?”, his other hand gently rests against her lower abdomen, the words escaping him completely as he searches the dull dashes permanently residing in her eyes.

“Yes, my prince…”, she brushes her fingertips over his arm until it meets her body as well, “This is your child!”. Her face splits with a teething smile as Naoya stammers with disbelief, continuously looking her over as if its too good to be true.

“No way!”, he laughs contagiously, “Baby this is amazing!”, his faces reddens with emotion, “My son!”.

“Or daughter!”, Elska playfully reminds him but knows he’ll love their baby no matter what the gender.

Toji tears up, emotively moved as Naoya’s demeanor completely switches to that of a proud parent. He knows what that’s like and couldn’t be more elated for his cousin as her baby bump has sent him over the moon. Toji knows he’ll make a fine father, a better one than he himself ever was.

Gojo turns around before exiting the room while thinking, ‘Our own little Zenin…’, smiling to himself as Naoya’s moods are often infectious and certainly impact everyone else. ‘I bet it’ll be cute! And it’ll be there for my own kid when it’s born.’. As he’s shutting the door to save them from the winter air, his last sight of them all becomes that of Naoya swinging Elska around in front of an emotional Toji. He can’t believe he possess this, a novel desire to procreate.

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Orao is before the front door again, meticulously planning out his entrance as he’s more unnerved than ever. ‘Are they all as barbaric as that one guy?’, he’s heard stories of the atrocities Elska’s turned have performed and is beginning to believe them. Does he stick with his original story or wing it with a new one? Consistency is better, right? What if he makes up something that doesn’t correspond with Genghis? That wouldn’t be good. If anyone finds out who he really is, he’s a dead man and he knows it. ‘Satoru Gojo is probably in that melting pot of energy too…no way he’d let me go.’. His mind is scrambled after experiencing their auras but his mind flashes to the pretty chick that left with two guys, one who’s a turned. He plans to have some fun in the midst of creating chaos and hopes to see that woman again to aide this conquest. But, there are more important matters at hand, like initiating his place with Elska. “Ok, time to do this…”, he resolves while placing his hand onto the knob.

“So where are we going?”, Gojo questions as they trek through the long foyer, “I should probably put on some clothes, right?”. Instead of giving elucidation, Choso instead growls and brings his knee to his chest prior to reaching the door. “Toji’s gonna be pissed! Don’t break the latch!”, is all he thinks to say after Choso pushes his leg out to storm through the door. “What the hell was that?”, Gojo asks to the loud thump that results from the swinging aperture knocking against something solid.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!”, Orao grabs his bleeding nose with teary eyes, absolutely fed up by this point. He hastily stands up, ready to retaliate but before he knows it, Choso is inches away with fangs hanging. Suddenly all of his might and fight fizzle.

“Sorry about that…”, Choso smirks, “Here…”, and reaches down for bloodied man, but purposefully trips and drives a devastating elbow into the bodyguard that makes him wheeze for air.

“Woah what the fuck, Choso?”, Gojo looks down at the two of them, thrown off by how weird that whole exchange was. As he’s helping the being up, his eyes freeze onto the man still on the ground. He hones into the mystery man, already apprehensive of some unknown person sneaking around their home but what his eyes tell him are something incredible. “What do we have here?”, he taunts while dragging the battered man to his feet, studying his energy and discerning its variances. Satoru now understands that whatever happened to him when he fed from Elska, it’s lead to him being able to unlock more of the six-eyes capabilities, ‘But what does this mean?’.

Orao hasn’t any words that can escape his throat while fear stills him beyond repair. As he stands there, dumb and motionless, he faces the Satoru Gojo.

“There’s something off about you…”, Gojo shares while tilting his head to the side and glancing between Choso and the curly headed blonde. ‘Did Choso do that on purpose?’, he contemplates while examining the wild look in the being’s eyes, that sheer desire to kill. Gojo knows that feeling all too well.

“Body-g-guard…”, a hushed whisper leaves Orao at last, “I’m the bodyguard called upon for Elska Oda…”. He takes a deep breath, being glad that he was able to force that much out at least.

“Looks like you got the shit kicked out of you. How can you protect my love when you can’t even defend yourself?”. Gojo notices the flash of resilience that courses over the man’s eyes at the mention of “my love” and becomes offended by such audacious criticism.

Orao steps back.

“Didn’t like that huh? Are you trying to fuck my love?”, Gojo’s voice comes off as vile and repugnant, the jealousy swarming and exuding from his vocal cords. He’s in the perfect mood for a fight.

Right as he’s about to verbally defend himself, Gojo pins Orao against the door and seethes, “Let me hear of you stepping out of line in the slightest. I already do not fucking like you. My love does not need you and I will not hesitate to slice you from sack to sternum to see if your blood is as cancerous as your energy.”. Satoru’s fangs peer past his lips, his instincts driving him towards making good on his word right then and there. This man’s very existence violates Gojo in a manner he can’t currently grasp but it leaves him progressively irritated regardless. Something is guiding him to murder.

“Leave him, we have more important matters to attend to…”, Choso says this but is honestly thrilled to know that Orao will certainly have to walk on eggshells and live his own little horror. He knew he could count on Satoru.

“They don’t even know he’s arrived yet…”, Gojo’s frightening eyes linger on the door but then return to Orao, “Who’s to say you ever did?”, figuratively cornering him even more. ‘I may not have a choice but to fight and run…’, the miserable realization being had once he senses all the horrific tales about this man must be true as well.

Choso lets this play out longer than he should, folding his arms while eating up the pathetic behavior translating through Orao’s quaking. ‘And they say you can’t have favorites amongst offspring.’, he smiles to himself while basking in the fact that Satoru Gojo will also come to be perfected very soon, those two-tones eyes are proof. Choso becomes lost in joy until a cold chill severs his train of thought. Quickly, he states, “Toji will keep a very close eye on him, he too disagrees with his being here. Let’s go, Satoru.”. Too much time almost passed, too much fear was nearly instilled. He can’t afford to let Orao chicken out.

“Cunt.”, Gojo spits at the man’s shoes and snarls before finally backing away. He senses something within the bodyguard that could allude to something greater, he at least is certain that this guy is no ordinary wielder of cursed energy. Spinning on his heel to follow Choso, Gojo warns, “Yeah, Toji would bite out your throat with ease…”, snickering antagonistically, “…and so would my love.”.

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“I still can’t believe it!”, Naoya drops to his knees to place a barrage of kisses on the tiny mound growing inside of her, “First Cho’s hair and then this! How long was I out for?!”. He looks up to Elska and Toji but away when he hears her say, “Only one night.”. He shakes his head in skepticism but is unable to be troubled by the details as their baby has become tangible, not a mere image. Naoya stands up and deeply kisses Elska, hooking her waist to hold her close and the side of her neck to simply make contact with her skin. When their tongues collide, his brow folds and low hum reverberates from the bottom of his heart, singing to her in a way that can only express his adoration.

Elska becomes consumed with his intensified touch, the way his glowing half lidded eyes rest on her while their lips are pressed together and part. She can already feel him getting hard and this brings her excitement but not only because she’s about to experience him. Naoya’s had to go through so many trials because of things she’s done…so many. What exceeds her ability to understand though is his ability to love her no matter what. His name slips past her lips when his fangs sink into her neck.

Toji examines the two while she’s brought to a mess, his own pants tightening as well. He groans wantonly as he puts a foot forward, brushing a palm across the aching girth throbbing in polyester chains. He’d only had a small amount when Gojo fed him before so this is looking like the perfect opportunity to add to her pleasure and get his fill. It feels like it’s been an eternity.

Elska becomes aware of larger, heavier hands gracing her body and leans her weight against Toji as he joins them. His thick fingers brush aside the hair blocking the junction of her shoulder of the opposite side, causing her to brace herself ecstasy.

Naoya adjusts his stance when he notices Toji’s arm wrap around the front of her. He closes his eyes and continues to feed while Toji’s hand begins rubbing circles through her shorts. It only makes Naoya more aroused these days however since he’s grown accustomed to how much she loves being trapped between them. Her flavor always accentuates when she’s reduced to a puddle like this and it’s potency is so exhilarating to him. He’s thoughts become more innocent when the budding plant appears and displays the growth of thorny vines that anchor it into its surroundings. To Naoya, this is symbolic for its resilience and nothing could please him more. Elska moans into a breathless gasp and then her flavor restructures into a vibrant lust. When Naoya unlatches his fangs to close her wounds, a devious grin forms when he observes how riled up his cousin get while he feeds. Her lips part with overwhelmed eyes but the Zenin merely bites his lip before hoisting her up around his waist.

Toji dips Elska back against him, stabilizing them all as her legs wrap around Naoya. This added height makes feeding easier for him and judging by the hint of the scent trickling from her, this is exactly what she wants.

“Yea, baby?”, Naoya teases as he motions her hips to drag her essence along his traditional attire, wishing to wear nothing more but her, herself. He leans his face into her breasts, tending to her right nipple with the mastery of his tongue while simultaneously fumbling for the slot in his pants to free his agonizing member. Once he’s gripping his base, he chuckles seductively and drags it against her dampened shorts until it springs up with agility.

Elska expects her prince to put his sword to use but he instead drops back to his knees and supports her thighs with his shoulders. She’s now suspended in the air as her beloved drinks and Naoya feasts, the conversion of their gifted sensations cancelling out any solid thoughts.

Toji opens his eyes enough to witness his cousin’s oral exploits and groans to the possibility of taking her in the way they’ve only just explored. He wants every part of her, to love every single inch of space her body occupies. He removes his teeth, brushes her puncture closed and brazenly states, “We’re going to open you up, doll…”, sealing his threat with a blood-mixed kiss to her temple. She whimpers to his words but turns her head towards them to share in a salacious meeting of the lips.

Orao has finally made it inside but now he’s more aroused than afraid. He recognizes that pretty little voice and comprehends that one of her turned must having their way. Yet another door blockades him from finally laying eyes on Elska and left to wonder how much he can take. He’s aware of the trance turned fall into once engaged so he’s pretty sure he’ll go unnoticed if he hangs around for a bit. With his ear pressed to the door, he discovers the telling sound of sloppy felacio. “Mmmmm…”, he hums with his eyes closed so he can try and imagine what is being obscured from his vision. Her gagging ceases as two different voices give praise, one of which being baritone, ‘Oh? So, there’s more than one in there…’. His curiosity gets the better of him when he hears the deep voice say, “Naughty princess.’, and slyly turns the knob to simply earn a peek.

“I’ll go slow…”, Toji assures as Elska sinks into his lap, her back against his chest. He cant help but rub her thighs as she gradually accepts a little more of him, his length twitching as the tip of his head vanishes. He sighs deeply, ravenously, tilting his forehead into her hair while feeling her rear take him in.

“I’m fine!”, she whimpers while giving herself to her beloved in the shameless way he yearned for. Naoya stares back at them both, eyeing her unattended folds while pumping himself with a tightened fist. He lines up once she’s completely settled over Toji and whispers, “Again, you’re going down, baby.”.

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 93 - Anatomy

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“Sati??”, Elska freezes in place and turns her head to the northeast, automatically directed towards Gojo’s enacted domain. “What is he doing out there?”, she means to only think as her breath hastens with portending uncertainty. She cannot see through the wall but her senses conclude that her sweet Satoru is allowing his power to surge with grandiloquence against another.

“Didn’t he go outside with Choso?”, Toji pulls up his pants while thinking to her, ‘We better go round up those two up.’. He’d rather give in to Naoya’s request of becoming presentable over dealing with his nagging. Toji’s eyes dart to the pathetic sack of shit still on the floor, this new bodyguard that seems about as helpful as wet toilet paper. ‘Hmm?’, Toji distrustfully narrows his eyes on Orao as he swears for the slightest second he saw an entirely too wicked of an expression tucked in the shadow of his curly bowed head. Toji’s immediately disturbed by this and with his instincts taking over, stomps over to the man and raises him to his knees by the collar while yelling, “JUST WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”. There again, lies the glimpse of a duplicitous expression that leaves Toji to believe that there’s something incredibly deceitful about this man. Those hazel eyes flared with all the hatred safely tucked behind Orao’s lips and despite it lasting for only a second, Toji’s positive of what he saw. How does he prove it though?

Orao feels tempted to challenge the giant out of pure malice and with the arrogance of pride. ‘Who the fuck am I?’, he monologues viciously, ‘WHO THE FUCK AM I?!’. If it weren’t for the Zenin father taking spot number 1 on his shit list, he’d gladly retaliate against the massive turned at the cost of his life by this point. One can only chew so much without teeth.

Elska snaps her head back to her beloved and growls, “Leave him be…”, as she strains to study the strange twists of energies stemming from the forest, “We can deal with him later.”. The bodyguard rubs her the wrong way too but she’s aware of how they’re stuck with him for the time being and plus, her mind is elsewhere right now.

‘Sati.’.

“Doll, are you fucking serious?”, Toji practically spits on Orao as he jerks him a few inches higher, aggravated by her lack of caution. Pulling him closer, Toji bears his fangs and mutters, “Show that defiance on your face again and I’ll slice it off, you fucking freak.”, now dropping the bodyguard to the floor. “God damn Elders…”, he curses under his breath until a new wave of awe inspiring energy spears through the air. He hears the door open, figuring it was Naoya coming back to freak out about something else. Toji stops mid movement while pulling his shirt over his head and has to take a second before he can calculate that this rush of malevolent energy is actually Sukuna’s. ‘Shit.’, the realization that Gojo may be caught up in a nasty fight compelling his limbs to move faster, “Doll? I’ll go and check it out.”, he orients towards her direction, “Stay here with-…”, he silences after noticing that she left completely, only Orao sitting to his knees, “SHIT.”.

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“Annaoya!!”, Yuuta grins widely and opens his arms upon walking into the foyer and seeing the Zenin waiting. His eyes dart past the door leading more into the house as he hones into Elska’s energy that tells him her, Toji and one more reside inside. ‘Do I finally get to meet her now?’, he wonders as he approaches closer to the unsuspecting Zenin. Yuuta’s quick to slickly step aside and snare Naoya into a headlock before entrapping him with a curse infused noogie.

“AHH! YOU TWAT!!”, Naoya struggles to raise his hands high enough to protect his scalp from Yuuta’s knuckles, “You’re such a fucking diiiick!”. There’s no saving his hair or dignity, “Come on!”.

Yuuta chuckles, “Don’t talk to your bestie like that, man! Where’s the love?”, elated to find that Naoya’s personality seems the same. He has his own concerns in this regard.

“I’ll shove some love right up your ass if you don’t back off!!”

Yuuta releases the Zenin, wiping tears from his eyes, “My ass huh?”, he cracks up, “I heard you changed a little but DAMN.”.

Naoya brushes fingers through his hair while whispering, “Oh I changed alright!”, he snickers, “You might want to watch out, I bite now.”, flashing his forming fangs and red glowing eyes with humor-fueled superiority. “Might just drink all of your blood…depends on my mood”, tilting his chin up in a haughty manner. His attempt at appearing villainous must have been successful because Okkotsu stares back at him, speechless.

In reality, Yuuta’s reeling over the most recent fight in which caused Maki her scars. Only a few within the clans are even aware of this event because of its nature but this is the exact reason he decided to meet with Naoya in person. He needed to see with his own eyes, make the comparisons, he needed to understand better. When he views Naoya’s new attributes, Yuuta isn’t frightened in the slightest but the uncanny reminder of what happened recently scorches into his mind as their attackers bore the same characteristics. “Naoya...I have to talk to you about Maki…”.

“I’ll fucking bite her ass too!”, Naoya proceeds with his faux mastermind voice, “Take a nice little chomp from the chip on her shoulder!”, laughing as he’s actually enjoying this little farce. “And Zenin blood is special you know!”, smiling pridefully.

“Naoya, I’m serious. She’ll be here any minute now…”.

“Good! I’m fucking hungry!”. Naoya cackles deeply but veils his immaturity when he picks up on the lack of amusement from Yuuta, “Why is it only ok for you guys to torture me!?”. The air becomes heavy when Sukuna’s domain effects casts through their space as well, dispelling the awkwardness that had become their conversation. Naoya wheezes sharply when the immensity of the King of Curses can be felt permeating through everything, “Why...is he out?”.

“Gojo-sensei can handle it.”, Yuuta’s eyes never having left Naoya, even as he senses Elska slipping out and away from the building, “Please, listen to me.”. Finally, he can tell that Naoya has set aside the bad guy role he created to hear what he has to say so Yuuta begins, “There are others like your girlfriend, like you…other turned that are invading but they do not belong to your rumored beauty.”.

Naoya’s brow angles, “What do you mean?”. He tries to play it off like that’s not possible but with the inevitable clash with Gaia nearing, this news strikes trepidation into the Zenin’s heart. He instantly brings Elska to his thoughts and his lungs sink to the prospect of his pregnant betrothed being in harms way. It does something to him; poisons his kindness, depletes his patience, multiplies his anxieties. “Tell me.”.

“Maki received a mission while we were…”, Yuuta’s face reddens slightly, “Hanging out so I tagged along not really thinking I would be needed.”, smirking as he saturates himself in how hot Maki is when she fights. “We had to fly to America which was weird from the start because they should have their own shaman right?”, Yuuta waits for the conclusive nod from Naoya for emphasis, “But because that was so weird, we decided it was worth investigating anyways.”.

Naoya draws a hand to his chin, trying his best to ignore Sukuna’s domain so he can take in the account being explained. Maki being called to overseas territory is indeed strange because that is typically Yuuta’s job and Naoya knows this. ‘Did the King make his move?’, the possibility making his stomach twist into knots.

“We were flown in by their military and taken directly to an underground bunker that held most of their officials over night. It was very secretive and I was only granted access to join her because of my connections.”. Yuuta knows that’s a big kicker there since all shaman branches operate autonomously of the government and only big wigs are blessed with the knowledge of shaman society all together. The curiosity plaguing Naoya’s features assures Yuuta that he’s already trying to piece the puzzle. Yuuta shouldn’t have been able to gain clearance regardless of his status with them.

Naoya chirps up, hesitantly, “So did they call on her to join forces with the American branch or what? What are you telling me, Yuuta?”. This doesn’t seem like the worst idea really. It would be new, messy maybe but joining forces with other branches may very well be in everyone’s best interest with whats to come.

Okkotsu sighs heavily, drawing his dark eyes to the floor briefly before aiming them back at the Zenin, “Not exactly.”.

“Well what the fuck?! Spit it out!”.

Yuuta’s ambiguous eyes taper to Naoya, “The American branch... every single shaman in that country was killed.”. He gives the Zenin a second to internalize the severity of that statement before stating, “They brought us in to save their asses since they couldn’t contain the issue.”, and blows his bangs out of his face, “I wish we’d never gone.”.

Every country has their own branch. Every country has their responsibilities. Every country has their own weight to carry in terms of defense.

But a major country has failed.

Naoya stumbles back a step as if Yuuta’s words were cursed speech, “So…”, he stammers, “These other turned...the ones that are not Elska’s…”.

“Yes.”, Yuuta’s tone somber, stifled. It takes a second but Naoya’s soon rushing to find out, “WHAT HAPPENED TO MAKI!?”, dread bleaching his skin as the blonde explains, “I just spoke to her!?”.

Maki walks through the door, having heard enough to understand what was being discussed and chimes, “I lost.”. Her hands insecurely wrap around her arms, “There’s no way I could’ve won.”.

Naoya’s eyes glue to his younger cousin and tear up as they take in her mutilation, a broken, “Ma-ki”, falling from his lips. “Why are you-…”, he begins to ask but is unable to form the words that would help him understand why she’s not on bed rest. Overcome with grief, Naoya doesn’t even hesitate to express compassion.

Never in her entire life has Naoya Zenin been so gentle. She stands there, stunned while Naoya’s arms engulf her, his breath coating her ears with concern. She can’t even hug him back, or doesn’t think to until he cashes out a sob over her current state. Her eyes befall Yuuta’s who’s sweetly soften to the scene before she allows herself a second to finally express her own sorrows over the aftermath. She’s kept it together until this point but seeing Nobara was also rather emotional.

“So that’s why you were so hard on me to prepare for the ceremony…”, Naoya lays his cheek against the top of Maki’s head, “You couldn’t do it yourself because of the mission…”. He regrets having pawned off his responsibilities and even more so how he didn’t even hold his part of the weight, “I had no idea…”, he squeezes her tightly, “Maki…”.

Yuuta softly adds, “We were severely outnumbered, Naoya. I’ve never seen anything like it, not even with curse surges.”. His memories replay now. He can still see the way the skies seemed alive as black wings clogged the clouds, the darkness above breathing as said wings flapped. They moved in synchronization, trained to the tee, imitating cyclones as hundreds of the winged beasts spiraled down towards them only seconds after they’d exited to the surface. “There’s way to many of them…”, he adds with desolation.

They were swarmed.

Maki held her own fiercely and would’ve been fine but there were simply too many of them. Yuuta became overwhelmed too, compacted into the concrete below by the sheer force of collision and was forced to listen to Maki’s screams as she was being torn apart. “You can only cut so many at a time…”, Yuuta shudders as the sounds of her tearing flesh fill his ears. His gaze becomes aimless as the taste of self-revulsion putrefies in his throat. He’d almost lost Maki, and so easily at that.

“We have a problem Naoya…”, Maki sniffles, attempting to mask her own vulnerability, pulling away to make eye contact. The Naoya before her is now one that is so fierce, she’s not even sure she knows who he is anymore.

“Yes we do.”, he says while cupping both sides of her face, emotion bleeding from his eyes, “I will have to destroy them for what they’ve done to you.”, the message delivered with luminescent maroon eyes and offensive fangs. He registers Maki’s astonishment and kisses her forehead while continuing with, “No matter what, we are family and I love you as such. I’m so sorry that I let this happen to you.”.

She’s so shocked that she can’t even respond. Her tough exterior crumbles and leaves her wondering if Naoya has always had the capability of being so decent and further wonders why he’d wait so long to let it be so. ‘Is it because of this Elska girl?’, she asks herself while Naoya’s sympathy spills over. She knows that’s why though and although Naoya should’ve been able to find these more desirable traits on his own, Maki is gratified to further witness the changes within the Zenin. A slight smirk reaches her face as she envisions the new direction the clan will take with him at the helm. The smile disappears though as she iterates to herself, ‘That’s if we survive…’. Yuuta’s hand rubbing her back brings her back to the current and this is when she comprehends that she never finished explaining and is relieved when Okkotsu reveals the rest.

“I kind of already destroyed them…”, Yuuta kicks a foot out with tense remorse, “I couldn’t even control myself.”, he shrugs his shoulders as if he truly can’t explain but his eyes float to Maki, “I snapped.”. He wishes he could’ve returned the relief Naoya sent to him via expression but there’s no feeling good about reporting the next bit.

Naoya looks at them both, feeling how off they are as he waits for the hat to fall, “And why isn’t that a good thing?”. He takes a step back as if the wall to his right would help support whatever was about to be dished, “They were clearly an issue for the American branch and we have no way of knowing if they were even aware of turned existence. They may have been blindsided but you showed our strength by stepping in.”. Naoya places a hand on Yuuta’s shoulder before explaining, “I wish you two wouldn’t have been placed in that predicament, but Yuuta?”, he asks, “I’m grateful you were there with her.”.

Maki straightens herself up with a fierce display of ownership, “I would’ve died if Yuuta hadn’t done what he did…”, she defends, “And quite frankly, the Americans waited too long to inform other branches…”.

Naoya’s breath ceases as he leans into the conversation because their apprehension is complete displacing, “I don’t understand, why are you acting like you’ve done something wrong?”, Naoya raises a brow, “What happened, you guys?”.

“I released Rika.”, Yuuta’s tone cold and lamentable.

Naoya slowly turns his wide eyes to his friend knowing exactly how gruesome that likely became. Rika is incredibly dangerous and unpredictable in terms outside of Yuuta and much like Itadori, had to vow to servitude with a no questions asked firing policy. The firing actually equating to death. Naoya darts his view to Maki, now wondering if Rika has anything to do with Maki’s maiming, holding his breath because that could get ugly as fuck with the elders. With himself as well.

“When she came out…”, Maki quietly proceeds, “She surrendered more of her power than usual to pour through Yuuta and was roughly the tantamount of a thermonuclear bomb.”. She turns her sight away, “Rika actually protected me from the blast…”, a heartwarming bend taking over her lips prior to the onslaught of ramifications they’re all about to imagine. “And this doesn’t make sense! How did the Americans get so bad off before finally asking for help? Why were we called in secret?! And why weren’t there reinforcements?!”.

When Naoya fails to say anything in response, Yuuta steps in to fill the blanks, “The real problem here is, all of the American officials succumbed to the explosion and I feel its only a matter of time before its traced back to us.”. Yuuta stares stoically, wanting nothing more than to say this is a terrible joke, “Other branches won’t understand if they’ve not seen them for themselves…”, he mutters, “I mean...how could they?”.

“Hooo what the fuck…��, Naoya takes a deep breath while trying ease his rattling mind for what that could mean in their near future. Politically, this is a fucking nightmare. Would America retaliate? Can they if all those head honchos are dead? Naoya looks up to them both with heavy eyes but has returning to him, even heavier ones so he decides to figure that all out shortly. “Don’t sweat it guys, I will take care of it if anything becomes of this.”, smiling genuinely, wanting to quell their worries. As the next head of the one of the top 3 clans, Naoya will at least have a third of the influence necessary to spare his loved ones and figures with Gojo’s help, they can somehow work through this. Maybe.

Possibly.

This is bad.

“I won’t let anything happen to you two, I don’t give a fuck about what that means for me either. I will protect you.”, Naoya ends this will a formidable nod to further convey to them both that nothing or no one will be allowed to hurt them.

“Why do you have to be so nice all of the sudden?”, Maki blinks with an emotive smile, one that sends a tear streaming down her cheek, “Made this so much harder!”. She slugs her cousin one good time but with that same arm, throws it around his shoulder to whisper, “Thank you, Naoya…”.

Looking over her scars once more, Naoya reaches out to grab Maki’s wrist to examine, “The blast caused these scars?”, eyes morose and flickering with sensitivity. He glances to Yuuta when the powerful shaman’s presence disfigures and finds himself twitching at the thought of Okkotsu actually being to blame.

“I did what I could with my healing capabilities but she was running out of time. They took flesh from her Naoya...she was bleeding so much.”, Yuuta’s heart visibly breaking again in front of them all as he alone relives her agonizing screams he solely caused to save her life. “I had to cauterize the worst wounds with my energy…”. He observes the depressing expression being worn by the Zenin those amber eyes jolt to Maki, “Which is why she bears these marks today.”.

“Jesus fuck…”, Naoya’s lids overflow with fluid, his hand raised to his mouth to muffle the tiny whines leaving his throat. He now completely understands just how broken Yuuta must be over this for he too has been in a similar situation; Naoya will always carry the guilt over Elska’s wing. To heave such a burden around is to dance in quicksand. It’s like a cloak of helplessness.

Yuuta breaks the silence, “This showed me how weak I am.”.

“No. Stop right there.”, Naoya interjects, “I’m well aware of what they are capable of, this isn’t either of your faults...”, Naoya verbally trails off, grimacing as he recalls the day of the Titer attack; what they did to Toji. “They...no we...have a nature that is unnatural.”.

Yuuta scoffs, “You’re nothing like them.”, turning away as he can’t even bring himself to compare his friends to those beasts, “Not you, not Gojo or Nanami… you’re different from them.”

Naoya looks up to stretch his neck, “That asshole of a king couldn’t wait a few more days!?”, but swiftly changes his tune after realizing that may have not made sense to them, nor does he want to expand on it. “And honestly, Yuuta? You’d be surprised by how similar we are.”. Naoya’s certain that if they’d seen the way he attacked Nanami earlier, they’d be guarded around him as well.

Okkotsu narrows his eyes, ready to begin this part of the discussion, “And you’d be surprised by how much the Elders agree.”.

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‘I should’ve grabbed a jacket…’, Elska berates herself between shivers with folded arms trekking towards the forest, “Or any clothes, really.”. She’d run if she thought she could but her stiffness born of this grotesque winter morning allows her only to power walk in fear of awkward footing. “Sati…”, she whimpers worriedly while each step brings her closer to the dank suppression of Sukuna’s domain.

Choso watches from the trees above as Elska approaches. He’s so busy adoring her that he doesn’t initially realize that she’s freezing to death. With his old tiny acquaintance nestled in his hair, the being dives down towards her.

Elska’s surprise shackles through a defensive burst of her own energy when Choso thumps down behind her, “My hybrid! You scared-…”, she clears her throat, “What is going on out here? Where is Sati?!”. She’s somewhat frantic in her questioning until her eyes register the tiny worm burrowed in his locks. “Wormy!”. Her hands fold out excitedly as she waits for the cursed noodle to shimmy up her arm. It shrills loudly and the sound could honestly burst eardrums but she also has come to learn that this is how Wormy expresses itself. “You must miss Toji terribly! What are you even doing out here you poor thing?!”, she exclaims while wrapping it affectionately into her robe.

“When Toji used himself to shield us during Satoru’s awakening, Wormy got ejected as the attack bore through.”, Choso explains while adjusting its spiky hairs catching in the cloth.

Elska hugs the tiny creature and murmurs, “That long?!”, culpable with her lack of awareness while she nestles it into her bossom.

“Yea, but its ok!”, Choso smiles warmly before scooping his hand behind her waist, “We’ll take him back to Toji and everything will be fine.”. He can’t help himself when gazing down into her lightly dashed eyes, his obsession riles the deepest of needs regarding her. After he moves in for the kiss, he feels a sting across his throat and grabs it with confusion.

“Bad Wormy!”, Elska reprimands the little curse until all seven of its wiry hairs relax back against its skin, “We don’t hurt friends and my hybrid is our friend!”.

“It’s alright, it’s probably being territorial because of Toji.”, Choso laughs it off for he’s truly not upset about the nibble. What bothers him is he didn’t know it was coming. Nothing should be a surprise anymore.

Nothing.

“No, no...it’s old enough to know better…”.

Pulling him from this current issue, the being finds himself merely watching Elska rearing the curse as if it were a child. His eyes drop to the earth beneath them as he tells himself, ‘She’s a natural…’, the sentence warming and vexing him alike. His heart begins to crack again. He knew she would be but, ‘I guess knowing doesn’t always help.’.

Elska shrieks when the ground rumbles under their feet and directs her attention to the forest once more, “What is going on, my hybrid? Where is Sati?!”.

Choso giggles softly while gently reaching for her hands to elucidate, “Sukuna and Gojo are just testing each other out, I wouldn’t worry.”. He’s captivated by her how the warm orange glow of the rising sun shades her skin, pulling her close for an embrace that heats him more than any gas giant. He fails to recognize the irritation in her demeanor and blindly falls into a one-sided trance of romance.

“Testing each other?”, she snarls in her hybrid’s arms as she’d really been afraid there for a minute. She came out here to freeze for nothing. “That’s it.”. Suddenly, absent of apprehension, she’s furiously dragging Choso deeper into the woods while explaining, “We have to get back and get ready for my prince’s ceremony. We don’t have time for this!”, more pissed off that she was made to believe something was wrong.

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Gojo wades carefully through the shallow, blood-stained marsh, “Don’t be such a chicken shit!”, demanding that Sukuna show himself. He can’t deny the intense pressure his every inch feels while lurking through the domain and acknowledges the outstanding strength radiating from its enclosure. Usually, because of the range Sukuna’s domain has, which is fearsome in comparison to any other domain-bearing being, no one of this day and age has ever seen it. That was one stipulation for Yuuji’s life to continue on, for him to have control over this and every other aspect of the curse that inhabits him. It’s pretty exhilarating to Satoru and if he’s being transparent, he feels honored beyond normal means for witnessing what ancient accounts in old text can only describe. He comprehends that Choso must be barricading the vast domain and even makes out that Choso intended for this meeting to occur. ‘He’s something else…’, Satoru thinks to himself as he’s still washed in guilt over everything he just came to know about Genghis, about their looming war with against the King. ‘Cuhtli, huh?’, he ponders on this whole situation deeply for it’s all so mind-boggling that surely, its normal to be drowning in hows, whats or whys. Perhaps that’s why this is the perfect time to seek out answers to questions he can actually obtain though, such as what is up with Sukuna’s dicks? ‘I just want to see how they’re laid out!’, he tells himself while comparing the possibilities of Sukuna’s anatomy. ‘Are they side by side? One above the other?’, Satoru asks no one while trudging his legs through the slime. He pauses for a moment, amused beyond delight as he snickers to himself for going this far just to feed his curiosity over the rumored two-cocked man.

‘I don’t get him at all…’, Sukuna peers from the background, scratching his chin while observing the openly childish way Satoru kicks through the swamp. It’s obvious that the whitened shaman is enjoying himself, even appearing to be thrilled from entering this space. “He acts nothing like a man who is about die from castration.”. The mere memory of feeling Gojo’s ball sack on his face riddles him with unbriddled wrath.

“Why are you being such a cunt?”, Gojo smiles with two-toned glowing eyes, “I just want a peek, quit hiding the goods!”. He puts his hands in his pockets, ‘This will get him…’, laughing antagonistically, “I’ll let you feel my faaa-aaaaangs!”.

Sukuna frowns with a grunt, appalled by the insinuation in Satoru’s mischievous voice while reiterating to himself, “I’ve always questioned this one’s sanity…”. He leans forward, low to the ground, steadying all four palms to increase his force, “Let’s see how you feel about this one, six-eyes.”.

“Oh Suuuuukuuuuun-…”, Gojo flies off his feet and parts the marsh with his body as its flung through it; the thick, red murky film enveloping him as soon as the liquid’s resistance slows his thrashing. He tries to heave in air but instead swallows copious amounts of the vile fluid layering the bone-pricked pits and gags to the rotten taste. He dry heaves, “So-fucking…”, burps, “GROSS.”. Satoru shakes his head lightly, ‘That was a pretty hard hit…’, admitting to himself with a weak smile as he pushes from the gooey sand beneath to lift his head into air once more. “Godddddd…”, he whines to his newest injuries, placing a feathered hand over the right side of his rib cage, wincing once applying pressure. “This is going to be so worth it though!”, he shouts with anticipation once he imagines Elska nursing him back to health with her essence and to ensure this, he repels the induction of his reverse technique. Sukuna’s laughter echoes again and this has become somewhat of an annoyance to him because its an indicator that the King of Curses may continue attacking from the shadows. ‘He still views me as a possible threat…’, the thought, persuading him to try a different route. With his hands in the air, Satoru begins, “Look man, I just want to ask you some questions. Stop fucking hiding from me! Shit’s important!”. When there’s no reaction at all, Gojo groans and begins scraping the sludge away from his bare body with a pout, “More like King of Weenies.”.

“Do you ever shut up?”, Sukuna sends a chain to wrap around Satoru’s neck and hoists the kicking man into the air. Cackling wildly, he manifests four more to restrain the shaman’s limbs and with open, celebratory arms, rejoices, “HAAA! What have you to say now? Can’t be his favorite if you’re dead!”. Gojo proceeds to flail and conjure noises of struggle, all of which brings Sukuna to confidently state, “Looks like I’ll be having the wench after all!”, increasing the constriction of his chains.

“I-I-gshhhhh”.

Entertained, Sukuna puts his top left hand to his ear, “Huh? What was that?”, pretending to care enough to listen, “I can’t understand what you were saying, try speaking up.”.

Gojo glares the best he can with suffocating eyes but flashes them downward to the curse’s robes, and thinks, ‘Gotta get those...off…’. His vision pulsates to the rhythm of his heartbeat, but his view remains dancing around to visually consume how monstrous Sukuna truly is. ‘He’s so fucking big. Like way too big in height and mass in general, and those arms...they’re huge!’. Again, Satoru tries to communicate that he’s merely allowing Sukuna to get this close but its no use, he can’t even speak.

Asphyxiation sounds exude Gojo but they’re so deep and diaphragmatic that Sukuna decides to loosen his grip, not wanting this to end so pathetically. “Will you still not give up, shaman?”, he asks with a tone so howling and low, the vibration creates chunky ripples across the swamp. Satoru only offers a discolored, puffy smile as he heaves in what air he can.

“I wasn’t choking…”, Gojo rests his head to the back of the chain around his throat, giving him enough airway to at last breathe again, “Think you’re so-”, he coughs, “Tough.”.

“I can’t fucking stand you.”, Sukuna sends a right hook across Satoru’s face. It was a regular hit but with the amount of sheer force Sukuna’s large body can deliver, it dazed the shaman for a second. “Suppose you’re not bleeding right now either?”, he smites with annoyance as the blood pours from Gojo’s busted nose.

Satoru spits out blood, whimpers quietly but then raises his head to meet Sukuna’s eyes with that infamous grin, “Nope!”.

“GODS! JUST DIE THEN!”, Sukuna opens all of his arms and increases his focus for one of his favorites, live draw and quartering.

Gojo instantly feels the debilitating agony of his body being pulled from five different angles and attempts to combat the motions with pure strength alone.

“Ahhh yes…”, Sukuna leans in with a girthy grin, “You have physical strength but…”, his eyes blare a bright, demonic red, “It will do you no good when those muscles are no longer innervated with a brain.”. He now narrows his eyes and takes a moment to appreciate the ways in which Gojo contorts and slowly increases the constriction again. Hovering inches away from his face to drink in the hilarity of the squirming shaman, Sukuna taunts, “Tsk, tsk. It’s a shame this world fears you for it shows how worthless everyone else is.”.

“SATIIIII!”.

Sukuna turns his head in time to notice Elska forming her lightning but is only able to deflect it because of his domain. He huffs angrily, insulted by her attack when he was doing all this work in order to gain access to her. “WENCH!”, he barks at the tops of his lungs as he searches for her energy.

Gojo, steadily drifting closer to unconsciousness marks his biggest mistake while his floating eyes steals blurred glimpses of his love. He’s never been in a situation where he didn’t have full control of his abilities aside from being sealed. You’d think that with his checkered past, he would’ve at least experimented with erotic asphyxiation at some point but he was always the one applying pressure. “L-ve…”, he mouths, ‘I fucked up again…’. There’s no way for him to have known that he wouldn’t be able to activate his infinity if his brain lost enough oxygen but the technique is extensive.

Elska hears the broken thought, sending her into overdrive. She doesn’t understand why Satoru is in such bad shape or how he could’ve been so easily beaten but she sets this all aside as she urgently lifts into the air. She screams his name but Gojo has now become unresponsive.

Sukuna closes his eyes while she flies above, “Why don’t you come on down?”, and uses the eyes of all the skulls surrounding them to find her exact vantage point. When he opens them, his arms outstretch as she’s caught out of the air by his chains and snatched into his hold.

It was all so fast that she didn’t even have time to internalize his movements. She’s obviously well aware of domains favoring the user but Sukuna’s realm is different. He’s so big and the entire landscape of his mind is one huge trap, this only being fully understood when her feet drag through the swamp. Elska attempts to wiggle from his grasp but this only seems to prompt Sukuna to stern his body. He rolls her into his chest as they ascend a few stairs, how many? She doesn’t know.

“I won you fair and square.”, he seethes once pivoting to sit in his throne, “Sit with me now, wench.”. He maneuvers the chains binding her so that she can straddle his lap, moaning under his breath even as she resists their pull. It’s quite attractive, how fiery she is.

“Yuuji!!”, Elska pleads with strain in her voice, “HELP US, PLEASE!”. She waits for a sign that Itadori is surfacing but to her disappointment, nothing in his stalking expression changes. Her head falls forward, frustrated with how much she underestimated the curse, desperate to at least get Satoru out of there. Wormy goes on the offensive and expands in size to try and swallow the chains but this instantly courses her with dread, “Run!!!”, she hollers to it’s anxious eyes, “GET OUT OF HERE!”. Her breath stills the moment Sukuna’s enormous hand smacks the curse across the swamp, “NO!”.

When she starts to cry, Sukuna turns away and grinds his teeth. Manhandling Elska is proving be far less entertaining than his squabble with Gojo and this epiphany reminds him that its because even he can develop feelings. He grumbles nothing in particular but looks back to her tear-stained face and briskly demands, “Why are you bawling in my lap, wench?”. He expected some sort of response but her face becomes blanketed in confusion initially, causing him to wonder if she even heard what he said. He tries again, slower, “Why...are you...bawling...in my lap?”. In his defense, he doesn’t know how to converse in a healthy manner.

“Wh-what?”, Elska inhales shakily but then glares at his audacity while trying to figure out if he’s fucking with her or not, “ARE YOU SERIOUS!?”.

Sukuna studies her eyes as they rage into glow, the words, “Release my beloved.”, creeping out of her in such a lowly tone, he’s taken aback. He lifts his chin, “Ohhhh…”, pointing with it behind her, “The six-eyes shaman…”. He laughs to her scorned features but cordially bows his head to relinquish the chains that were assigned to Gojo.

The damp, wet kurplunk echoing from areas she can’t gain a visual on matched with the softened stare from Sukuna himself tells of how he really let Satoru go. Sukuna sits there, eyeing her with anticipation but she’s unsure of what to do; she didn’t think it would be as easy as asking.

Oddly charmed by her stupor, Sukuna gently tugs on the chain around her neck, drawing her closer. She gasps almost silently but doesn’t act alarmed; she seems more nervous than anything. “Hmmm…”, he hums while supporting her chin with a finger, “That’s not what I expected…”, he speaks more to himself as she searches him for an explanation.

As she begins to ask what he means by that, her voice is hushed by his own lips. Throat-caged sounds of distress become her but the more she struggles, the more he uses his mass to annihilate her escape. Hands and metal can be felt everywhere; cold, hot there’s no telling what is which. His unusually soft moans poise her with rigidity for she’s unsure of why he’s being as tender as he is.

Sukuna pulls away, eyes half lidded and telling of his desire. When their gazes meet again, he’s stricken cold by how flushed her expression has become. She tries to remain vigilant about making it seem as though she’s fouled by his attempts but that glossy eyed glare isn’t fooling him in the slightest. One of his right hands traces down to her neck where he surprises himself by his need to merely graze her skin. How could this be enough?

Elska yanks her body upwards, aiming for escape but she fails miserably. She winces when he abruptly stands up with her but is further dumbfounded when he simply lowers her back into his throne. She trains her eyes to him, watching for the slightest inclination of his attacking but Sukuna lowers to his knees in front of her.

“Listen wench.”, he commands while placing all of his hands along her knees, “We’ve played our little game long enough, wouldn’t you agree?”.

“Suku-…”.

“Enough.”, he sacrificed a hand gracing her legs so he could cover her mouth, “The answer is, yes. Now open your legs.”.

Elska feels the rage flow through her and instinctively bites into the pads of his hand, spitting the essence out to prevent ingestion. No man other than her turned is allowed to make such demands and she’ll be damned if she gives in to this monster’s request.

Sukuna folds forward, lingering over her while he recovers from the wonderfully fleeting bliss. He doesn’t care if he bleeds, not if it means suffering that ecstasy to get there. “Elska…”, he groans while sitting back up, “You will give yourself to me.”.

‘No...don’t...please…’, Elska turns away the best she can while Sukuna pries her legs apart, a shrill scream resounding from the depths of her soul once he succeeds. His eyes and the way he visually inspects her feels entirely too invasive but its not as if she can get away. Even with all of her strength and power, the futile struggle against Sukuna is doing nothing but expending what energy she has left.

“Gods…”, he stammers in astonishment, “So this is the body of one who can endure me…”. He dips his head down, between her thighs to lick his way to physical salvation, “Such tiny little holes though. I suppose I have no choice.”.

Elska yelps when Sukuna shrinks in size, more resembling Itadori’s build again though his four arms remain and unfortunately for her, so do his two large erections. Still though, she’s left wordless to his display of concern for her well-being; or so that’s what it seemed like anyways. It’s hard to tell since he literally has her chained into place against her will. When he dives back down to taste her, Elska searches behind him to lay eyes Satoru, ‘Where is he?!’.

“You ballsy fucking cunt…”.

Elska’s eyes dart open to find a badly beaten Gojo reaching down for Sukuna’s head, his eyes wild with a feverish glow. “Sati!!”.

An enormous rampage of light blue energy bleaches out the murky domain with it’s intensity before completely dissolving the Malevolent Shrine that once cased them in. Elska falls about a foot before soft warm arms catch her.

“I’ve got you, yolotli.”, he smiles warmly and heals her scratches, “Satoru is alright too.”. He lifts her to her feet to show off how impressive Gojo’s fury can be. Choso also extends an arm out to the left and shoots energy in that direction before saying, “Wormy is fine too.”.

“You stupid fuck!”, Gojo initiates his red technique into Sukuna’s back, burning him badly, “I should fucking take one of your dicks as a prize!”. He launches his blue technique, one that simmers even more than the first, “STAY THE FUCK DOWN.”, but Sukuna sways back to his feet.

“Worthless…”, the curse wipes his mouth while orienting to lay eyes on Elska only to instead see Choso scowling right back. He punches a tree next to him, decimating the entire trunk and letting it crash to the ground, “CUHTLI, WHAT THE FUCK!?”. He’s perplexed by this betrayal.

Choso holds Elska closer but expresses, “I told you how it had to be and you ignored me.”. He twitches when Gojo nails Sukuna directly with another blue but remains adamant, “Now you will deal with consequences.”.

“You bitch!”, Sukuna growls before getting slammed face down back into the dirt, Gojo digging his toes into the curses head. ‘I will murder every last one of them…’, sanctioning his mind with the worst types of revenge.

Gojo, all while enjoying some of this vicious payback, staves off his need to crush the fucker’s skull in when he notices Sukuna’s second set of arms evaporating. He needs to pin the curse down in order to strip him before the evidence is lost as well but against his wishes, Sukuna refuses to stay down, “I’m not going home empty handed!”. A familiar galvanizing sensation looms overhead but Satoru recognizes it immediately so he jumps back and chuckles out, “Looks like I won’t be! It’s nice to have friends!”. Sukuna’s disgruntled face turns up as if to also investigate the new presence but he’s not even allowed a scream before the depressing gravity pummels him flat into the Earth.

“Suguru!!”, Elska cheerily calls for her Titer as he saunters from the trees into view next to Satoru in the barren areas that survived the domains. He gives her a quick wink but asks Gojo something. Whatever the answer or question was, Getou’s face morphs into disgust as if he wished he’d never mentioned before his attention is back on her. She smiles and thinks to him, ‘My Titer, thank y-…”, halting mid-sentence to instead mouth, “What the hell is Sati doing?!”. She watches him, squints even to make sure she’s not seeing things but at the time of her acceptance to his rummaging through Sukuna’s robe, she blasted with something far more concerning.

“HAHA!”, Gojo cheers in all of his nudity, “One’s above the other!”.

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 91 - Answers 🔞

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“Are these burns?!!”, Shoko gasps as her eyes well with tears, the street light guarding her car removes the shadows that lie underneath Nanami’s frayed button up. He gives no answer and is still behaving as if he’s mute so Ieiri’s mind is left to run wild as she assumes of his battering.

Hiromi holds out his hand as they near the Subaru Forester, administering her and Nanami to rest against it. “Give me the keys.”, his voice wrapped in steel as he will not accept anything other compliance with this point, “You’re in no state to drive.”. He doesn’t mean to invite himself but also, on the contrary, he’s not leaving Shoko alone with Kento until they know what the fuck is going on. She quivers while digging through her pockets but Nanami slumps forward which causes her to jerk towards him in fear of his falling. Only the keys hit the pavement.

“God damn it…”, she sniffles and ducks her head to hold back a sob while Hiromi kneels to pick them up, relaying, “I’m sorry.”. Her blurred vision lands back to her broken man and the agony dancing behind those discriminating red eyes. ‘Are they searching for her?’, she dares to wonder after she watches them flicker over towards the direction in which they came from, her studying Kento as he’s beginning to present with apprehension over leaving. As Hiromi unlocks the door and twists around to open the back one from the inside, the misting skies embellish into sprinkles. It’s as if the world is crying with her as she provokes herself into denial about the confliction arising within Nanami.

“Come on Kento, watch your head…”, Hiromi assists the compromised man into the back seat, covering the top of Nanami’s head with his own hand before inspecting him intently as those eyes illuminate the floorboard they’re pointed towards. The sun is rising but they’re covered by clouds and the shrouds of translucent haze, all of this adding to their dreary reality. He gently shuts the door before his gaze befalls to Shoko. She’s a fucking wreck. “Hey…”, he reaches towards Ieiri, only wanting to dry her sorrows but knows by judging that vacant expression she wears, there’s nothing he can do that will really help.

The rain picks up, gradually dousing the two of them further while he finds the right words and Shoko clings to herself. Her lab coat becomes matted against her body, that long pretty hair of hers as well, ‘We can’t stay out here…’, Hiromi reminds himself. He too wishes to put distance between them and the campus. “We should get out of this weather Shoko...”, he grabs her shoulder and squeezes carefully, “Let’s get you home.”.

Nanami cringes when Shoko wails, the dampened sounds still reaching him through the pattering small drops pecking the roof of the white suv. “Ieiri…”, he winces, “I’m a piece of shit!”. Shoko has always been in his heart, he’s loved her from the sidelines for years. They haven’t been official for that long but he’s even already delved into the idea of marriage. He knows he wants Ieiri, that she is the woman of his dreams but now she’s bawling in the rain because he can’t seem to remember any of this when it matters the most. ‘This…bond…’, he thinks to himself as he laments over his tormented heart, ‘Oda.’. He doesn’t understand it but when he imagines not being near Elska, his chest tightens to the point where no air can be inhaled. His hands fold out in his lap, the very hands that took Elska and the recent memories crawling through his consciousness invigorate a moment of sheer alarm. They’re taking him away.

Away from his master.

“No.”, growls Nanami with a revamped purpose unlike he’s ever felt before, “I...”, his fingers curl into a clenching fist, “…need Oda.”.

‘Master’, echoes in Nanami’s mind like whispers being spread through a crowd.

Hiromi’s eyes widen with fury when they take in Kento rushing across the back seat and out the other side of the car. Hiromi’s about had his fill of this game. Without thinking, he plants a quick kiss to Shoko’s head before telling her to stay put, not even realizing what he’d done.

Shoko stands there in the absence of Hiromi’s arms who she hadn’t even noticed gifted her with security until they were gone. “Did he just…?”, her immediate bewilderment saves her a few seconds of torment as the higher up runs at top speed to catch Nanami. It’s beginning to feel as though they’re trying to catch a wild animal, one that’s too smart to lure with treats but rather requires strategy and clever contraptions. The excitement of the morning takes its full toll, her lowering to the ground and covering her head, a position reminiscent of someone participating in a tornado drill. Shoko’s mind is so chaotic that she can’t even decide if she wants to chase after Kento or remain as she is and cry. What kind of hope can she hold onto now that Nanami is sprinting back to Elska?

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“I swear to God he’s like a spoiled prince that neglects his duties all because he feels like it’s his birthright!”. Maki twirls the umbrella, always having liked the magical way the waters spiral out as she used to pretend the pattern was the cursed energy she barely possesses. “I can’t believe he still needs babysitting at this age, and he’s older than me! I promise you though, Naoya is getting it this time. Of all days, he chooses to go AWOL when he’s supposed to officially ascend as the head.”.

Yuuta can’t help but chuckle though he’s right to expect that fuming look shot at him. “What!?”, he throws his hands up and they stop, “You know I think you’re cute when you’re pissed.”.

Maki rolls her eye but refreshens her face with a smile, “That is until you’re the reason for it.”. She takes a step forward again, the rundown building off the edge of the campus becoming visible, “They’re living in that?”.

“Don’t leave me in the rain sweet cheeks! I’ll stop laughing, I promise!”, Yuta sprints a few feet until they’re back under the same fabric barrier, snagging her hips into his own.

“I swear not a single one of you men are capable of keeping focus. I don’t know if it’s the whole dick and balls thing or what but…”, she hushes herself as the familiar yet different sensation of Nanami’s energy accumulates towards them rapidly. She squints through the haze to see but before she can even share her thoughts with Yuuta, he’s already charging over towards the scattered manager.

“I see the reports were true then…”, Yuuta draws his katana while running forward, “Poor sensei. He would never carry himself like this if he were in the right mind.”. He’s already been debriefed about the current predicament and comprehends that Nanami is not himself.

“KENTO!”, Hiromi shouts with sheer aggravation, “STOP THIS!!”. He’s so close, he gained some footing and can almost snatch the loosened shirt dangling from Nanami’s back. He attempts it even, but is just out of grasp. He’s left with no choice but to attack, to somehow subdue the relentless turned. While gathering his non-lethal form of cursed energy and concentrating this low-grade spell, a katana flashes into view and conks Nanami into the ground. “Oh God no…”, Hiromi feels a starkness caving into his heart and now builds the attack towards the assailant as he fears Kento has been slain.

“Make another move and I’ll cut you in half.”

Hiromi stumbles to a pause and only inches away from the end of a long sword that leads to a very recognizable woman in dressed in black. She bears scars all along her neck and face, arms as well and accompanied by a single working eye. She doesn’t harness much cursed energy but that weapon is extremely enhanced and difficult to use, though you wouldn’t guess it by how she employs it with ease. Her counterpart is a well-known shaman who usually handles all of the Gojo-scale missions abroad. The wielder of the katana has been noted to harvest extreme hatred towards the elders and most secret societies but can also be incredibly volatile but he believes in protecting the weak so he fights curses. These factors added into him being the second strongest shaman next to Gojo riddles Hiromi with flight or fight. Separately they’re both forces to be reckoned with but this forbodes a dismal outcome since they’re apparently working together. Hiromi’s eyes dart between the younger man and Nanami, then back her, “You’re…”.

“Why did you have to hit him that hard!?”, Maki grumbles as Yuuta bends down to roll Nanami over to his back and out a puddle. He clocked him with the dull side of the blade.

“No offense sweet cheeks but uhhh…”, Okkotsu jumps his eyebrows, “…our sensei here was about to cause some problems.”. He looks up to the man that was chasing Nanami and blatantly states, “And you must be the higher up dog that’s been keeping tabs on this I guess.”, Yuuta’s eyes dull, “You reek of that filthy elder stench.”

Hiromi grunts to the insult and goes to move forward but meets with the point of Maki’s sword, hearing, “I said don’t fucking move.”. It’s clear by her tone that she’s distrustful of him already. He balls up his hands, “We were only trying to get Kento away from here. This is not the place for him, he’s not safe around them.”.

“Them?”, Yuuta cocks his head to the side, playfully exuding his threatening tone. He’s been away for a while now but is well aware of the fates that have met Naoya, Gojo and Nanami, all people he holds dear. “What could you mean by that?”. He’s wishing that the right yet wrong thing will follow. Yuuta despises the elders and all who are governed by them.

Hiromi gulps down air, hands still frozen above his head. The strange response from the pair insinuates his need for caution enough that he refrains from uttering out the words he had to clarify, ‘blood shaman’. Lights glare upon them all and tires can be heard screeching to a stop. His heart races as he feels Shoko’s energy and wishes she would’ve remained behind and out of harms reach. The only thing he can do to regain control of this situation is to use that of which is he forbidden to. For her and Kento though? He may be willing to do so.

“What the hell are you kids doing?!!!”, Ieiri slams the driver door with her motherly voice on full scale as she beelines for them all. She spots Kento and twists up with despair while he lies on his back, unconscious next to Yuuta.

“Sh-shoko?”, Maki stammers as she lowers her weapon. She glares at Hiromi but offers, “I guess this changes things…”, and sheaths her sword before helping with the lifting of Nanami. As they work together to move him to the back of the car, Maki can’t help but feel utter confusion. ‘He’s a spy…’, she thinks about Hiromi, ‘I don’t understand his involvement with this. The elders are planning to eradicate the turned so why is he helping Shoko?’.

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“Doll…”, Toji titillates as Elska now bends over the bed in front of him invitingly. His eyes dance over to his Naoya, wondering why his cousin hasn’t complained more about how he’s hogging her but it leaves his mind when the words, “My beloved”, creep into his ears. While on her spreading feet, she leans back against his chest and draws nails against his scalp. The sheer pleasure from that alone sends a tremor through his body, one that reverberates into her as well. He grabs the base of himself and drags his flesh into her crevices, stirring the surface layer of her arousal before pressuring his tip back up and into her rear. They both moan as the first inches submerge and bury in, his lips having no choice but to find her own as he turns her head.

Naoya strolls from the end of the bed and around them to reach the other side. He couldn’t help but curiously peek at how Toji and her are connected and even watches some as she’s split into submission. “Baby…”, he taunts as he sits on the spot next to her, sending his hand between her dripping folds to help her cause.

Toji growls territorially but doesn’t try to stop the blonde from fondling her. There will always be a part of him that feels he’s her only turned but since those are days of the past, he can’t ignore that Naoya adds to her happiness as well. He’s simply out of sorts and in need of the reassurance their bond blesses him with. That conversation with Gojo and Megumi about Sachiko reopened wounds that he reckons will never truly heal but knows that Elska is the one person that can ground him in the beauty of the current. Her sweetened voice breaks with abated breath, the melodies she carries painting a picture for how much she needs him right back. He works his hips carefully, trying to dig in deeper until he reaches her soul.

“Mmmmmm…”, Naoya hums as her body receives Toji and tenses. He glides his saturated fingertips to her abdomen and smiles widely as he feels their child. There’s nothing that can bring him down right now, not even Toji sodomizing her. He chuckles to himself, directing his hand back down to her clitoris where he rubs pressured circles before flinging his wrist rapidly to base her in stimulation.

Elska cries out and melts in Toji’s arms as Naoya concentrates on her jerking reactions to make it as unbearably wonderful for her as possible. This feels so perfect to her and the anticipation of her prince’s more aggressive involvement has her motioning back into Toji, taking more of him in. Her beloved’s groans of satisfaction tingle against her ear, transgressing into goosebumps that envelope her entirety. The pressure within that stems from Toji’s massive size makes her want to be at their mercy more than ever. Her turned are incredibly intoxicating and she is desperately wanting to feel that high.

Orao breathes heavily on the other side of the door, siphoning all that sexual frustration through his nose to stay concealed. He’s astonished by this display because by his very own eyes, he’s discerned that Elska isn’t be forced like they were informed at all. They’re not brutes with her, they don’t hold her down to take her as she screams and she’s certainly not starved. She’s healthy, strong and thriving with these men. ‘This doesn’t make sense…’, he thinks while gripping his pants-covered erection, ‘Why would Genghis lie? What can he gain?’ Orao’s ears are cursed by the next verbal exchange they intercept, his veins steaming by the very audacious possibility that she’s here of her own will as her voice whispers, “I love you too.”. A cold gust tears through the missing wall and nearly swings the unlatched door open but he was quick enough to end his streak of bad luck and keeps it seemingly unaffected. Perhaps that icy air is what he needed though because his jealousy surged at the prospect of Elska siding with these degenerates over the royals; those of whom with she actually belongs.

“Take your time baby…”, Naoya coos while brushing the hair from her face as she straddles him. His deep voice mauls out an audible breath as the grace of her walls vicing his length is always the most glorious sensation. She bends forward and their lips lock passionately, his hands contouring around her small frame to keep her in his immediate vicinity.

Toji exhales as he stares into the withstanding proof that she can adjust to his size but allows Naoya a few minutes of intimacy like he cordially was granted moments before. A smirk stains Toji’s face when his cousin successfully removes her tank top, the expanses of her skin finally revealed for them to visibly devour. He groans heavily while observing them and then looks down to his own member wishing he would’ve waited to dip into that cave so he could’ve felt her juices too. The mere sound of her sloshing Naoya’s girth around causes him to pout his mouth to the side but instead of being defeated, he walks into the bathroom to clean himself up. Toji is a man of solutions.

“You’re so fucking hot princess…”, Naoya whimpers to his goddess as she uses her motions to create long, fluid strokes that has him losing his mind. She takes her time when lifting her hips but as soon as it feels that he may slip out, she crashes her thighs down with haste. Such joyous torture.

“My selfless prince…”, a lush smile creeps across her parted lips as Naoya’s reddened face screws with a wanton expression. She increases her rhythm and braces herself against his chest until he culls her motions into more dramatic ones with the guidance of her waist. She shuts her eyes and loses some of that stature as his length searches deeper.

Naoya lifts his hips into her and is rewarded with verbal confirmation of her enjoyment. He bites his lip, reaches up to her hair and grips it by the root to tilt her head back, “My pretty princess just wants to be handled…”. All within seconds, he pushes up from the bed and rolls over on top of her, spreading her legs widely to enter her again. He loves it when she rides him but currently, he refuses to have any space between them. Naoya layers her body with himself and anchors back into her walls but seals her voice with his lips. His tongue circles hers and their shared gasps only encourage him to cage her more. He goes to grab her arms but finds they’re already being held over her head.

Toji hovers his freshened shaft over her gathered wrists, expecting Elska to pump him with both hands maybe but instead she uses one to massage his testicles. He throws his head back and ponders on how perfect his life truly is and thanks to passion, berates himself for ever having forgotten that. She’s panting out moans and squirms while Naoya lays his pipe but her eyes flash up to him. Toji can almost taste her lust while her devious expression calls him back into the trance. When Naoya sits up and folds her knees into mattress, lifting her lower half more into the air, the slight scent causes Toji to seductively demand, “Let us have it doll.”.

Naoya too can sense it and is also itching for the release. He’s noticing that she seems to have more control over her pheromones this time and if he’s being honest, it irks him. What happened to the days where he could touch her calf and get smacked in the face with a wave? When a simple kiss could cause catastrophe? He levels into this mode of pure determination and decides that he shall leave her with no choice.

Elska’s weight shifts on the comforter when Naoya gets off the bed and glares at her. She attempts to get up to check on him but when Naoya’s maroon eyes flash above her to Toji, she gathers that she’s not going anywhere. “What’s going on?”, she asks as confusion betrays the truth.

Toji keeps ahold of her wrists but slides onto to the bed next to her head and offers, “Should’ve listened doll.”, he winks for her to play along. The excitement in her eyes almost brought him to a hearty cackle, the way those dim dashes lit up as she catches on. “Guess where going to have to do this the turned way.”.

Naoya confidently lifts his head and calls for his wings, ‘She always likes it when Toji does this!’, but inadvertently freaks out when blue sheened black metal feathers impale the room, one scratching his cousin’s arm.

“You little shit!”

Naoya distraughtly wheezes, “WHAT THE FUCK?!”, grabbing at his own wings with remorse, “Why are they metal!?”. He instantly is trying to release them but because of his rampant train of thought, he’s unable to, “AND THEY WON’T GO AWAY!!!!”. Indeed, they only flail and flap because of this.

Elska snickers uncontrollably and rolls to her side, facing Toji who also failed to disperse his amusement over Naoya’s reaction.

“Calm your tits boy, we were enhanced this last go around.”, Toji cracks up while rubbing Elska’s arm splayed across his knees but thinks to her ‘Doll, did you see his face!?’.

“Yea well now I’m glad one sliced you!”, Naoya folds his arms turns his nose up while they finish up with their giggling. He finds it all funny now too and lets this be known when he slacks his stance and warns, “My pride has been destroyed and now I must ravage a beauty to feel better about myself!”. With this, he launches from where he stands and playfully roars as he wrestles the squealing Elska on the bed.

“My beloveeeeeeeed!”, she pleas for Toji’s help while Naoya licks her neck, purposefully tickling her with his breath, “Save me from this horny man!”.

Toji is already standing by now though and calls for his own wings. The gust from their larger dimensions stir the room adding a fleeting chill that causes Elska to shiver under the make-believe blonde villain.

“Toji’s not going to help you princess…”, Naoya threatens as he settles back into the mood and takes on a more productive role, “You’re just going to have to take it.”. Her brow furrows when he pierces her folds once more, his own voice fading into what seems like disbelief as all jokes are put aside.

“I like the sound of that…”, Toji shares while folding his wings to crawl back onto the bed. As soon as she registers that he’s joining, she initiates rolling over while Naoya hums approvingly. Once she’s on all fours, Toji tenderly holds her chin and asks, “Want me to open this up too?”, rubbing his thumb across her lips with a smirk that bends his scar.

Orao leans back from the door and holds his breath with wide eyes as he continues to gaze at the floor. ‘Sustained metal?!’, he doesn’t understand what he just saw. Last he knew, not even Elska could keep them in that form so how the fuck are her turned capable of this? ‘What the fuck is going on here? Why are they so advanced?!’. There’s no way in hell he’d stand a chance against either of her turned in that room. ‘And those guys…’, he instinctively looks behind him, towards the door leading to the foyer as he recalls Satoru Gojo and the excessively violent one, ‘Which one of these beasts are the father of this child? Who’s the Zenin?’. Another cold gust blares through as he’s consumed by the idea of this all being a terrible mistake. He’s on his own here and is facing foes that are tiers higher than they’re supposed to be. His hands shield his ears as the blonde turned pumps himself into Elska. Orao cannot stand to see her so fucking elated with these monsters and this irate jealously constructs him into a former self as he begins to mirror his same negative symptoms he exuded when she was with the King. ‘Why them?! WHY?’. It’s like she never even gave him a chance when he matched her personality far better than Bengill ever could. Better than any of them could. His eyes peel away from the floor to study them all again but his focus strains onto the blonde who bond with Elska is currently irritating him the most.

A differing scent slips into the room and though the trance would typically dilute any distractions, Toji’s atypical senses are ruffled even as Elska begins to bob her head over his shaft. He shakes his head and looks around the room, now heightened to a strange presence lurking very, very close. Naoya and his doll are completely unaware and this remains obvious as he pounds into her while seething compliments about her existence. The door creaks, Toji catching it immediately.

Naoya grabs up Elska’s wrists and secures them behind her back while rolling his hips, glancing over to Toji who’s crossing the room but then turns his attention back to Elska. He takes one hand to grip and spread her ass while he strokes through her walls, his eyes glued to the slick painting his length. “I’m going to make you release it all baby…”, he taunts while massaging his thumb into her second entrance, her cries of euphoria making him feel as though he’s the most important man in the world.

“Do it my prince.”, Elska arches her back, gripping the sheets as Naoya’s pace only intensifies, “Make me do it!”. Her bluff is called as the masterful side of her prince surfaces.

Naoya slaps her ass and folds over top her, snaking a hand to her throat so she lays flat on her stomach, “I’m going to fuck you so well that you’ll release five.”. He traps her voice, smiles and whispers, “And then I’ll fuck you some more.”. When she moans his name he anchors down into her, completely bottomed out, “No princess…”, he thrusts hard but weighs into her, “You know what to refer to me as…”.

‘He acts as if he owns her!’, Orao begrudgingly acknowledges the sensuality that exists between Elska and the blonde but in no way does this create a healthy situation. He’s already had it with these turned. ‘We have to fucking decimate them, obliterate them from existence…’, this reminding him of something else that Genghis mentioned. Apparently, the council or elders of this planet have already taken steps necessary to help quell their turned problems and although these measures are aimed at Elska as well, Orao nor the King plan to let her slip into that fate with her beloveds. Can he really trust this information though? Genghis has been wrong about every aspect of this situation aside from the marauders being turned by her. If this bit is correct though, that means they can at least rely on assistance when the time comes.

“Please Master!”

Orao snarls viciously as his eyes narrow and finds offense in Elska referring to the blonde with such honorifics. ‘HE IS NOT HER MASTER!’, he feels his cover evaporating away due to the heat of his soul that burns in sun-surfaced temperatures. Though he’s been met more cruelly by Satoru Gojo and that violet turned, most of his hatred accumulates for this deep voiced man that is literally living the life he deserves.

‘Wait…’, Orao begins to panic as he realizes he’s lost sight of the larger, muscular turned, ‘Where did he go?!’. He slowly stands up so he can try to gain as much visual through the sliver as possible but before he’s able to make sense of the horrific presence huffing near the wall, the door swings open to show the missing turned that holds an expression of brutality.

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Gojo senses a spike in Toji’s energy in the distance and hopes that its just due to a really good orgasm. He’s been following Choso on foot this entire time, steadily going deeper into the forest. This already brings back terrible memories but with the knowledge of that stupid fucking body guard showing up too, he’s simply in a foul way. He’s antsy, nervous but also resigned to see this through. He asks Choso up ahead, “How long are we going to do this? Create or portal or let me teleport us.”.

“Be patient please…”, Choso spots the area intended and sighs, “I wouldn’t have to go this far out but we will be interrupted soon.”. He now stops trekking and stares at a small patch of land he was searching for and whispers, “My yolotli…”.

“Is this interruption going to be a problem? Like someone we need to fight?”, Gojo questions as he approaches the right side of Choso to see what he’s staring at. Gojo’s head fills with flashes of his awakening and the images scorn his very heart once he gathers that this is where he killed Elska. He feels his eyes darken as he snatches Choso by the shoulder and demands to know, “Why the fuck would you bring me here?!”, with tears brimming in the edges of his eyes.

“Quell your rage Satoru, this place has more beauty than you recognize.”, Choso offers with a small smile, “This was the very moment our victory was assured.”.

“I fucking tore through every single person that has ever been good to me here. How the fuck can you expect me to not be angry?!”. Gojo whines under his breath and staggers to hard plop against the earth. He flattens his hand and brushes his fingers through the grass while his respiration becomes harder to perform. “My love…”.

“I am sorry that you had to experience all of this, that your life was as it was…”, Choso caringly pats Gojo’s head as he continues, “But you were critical to this whole equation and we needed you to ensure success.”. Gojo peers up to him curiously which causes him to smile, “You’re more important than you’ll ever understand Satoru and I need you to know your role. It is imperative that you remain ahead of all of this.”.

The time has come to receive his answers, perking Gojo’s posture as he leans into Choso’s hand that’s still playing in his white locks. “Explain to me then, who else is in there with you Choso? And why did you lie to me about Nanamin…”

Choso takes a seat next to Gojo, casually sprawling out his legs against the morning dew but he faces Gojo and elucidates, “I’m glad to see your eyes have improved, that you could tell. It’s rather lonely since I can’t fully explain it to anyone…”.

“Me too but how long has this been going on Choso? You can tell me.”.

Choso snickers, “Not long. I took in the deity last night believe it or not. I died in the blast, after having absorbed Naoya and Elska’s energy but it would seem he’s been watching over us this entire time.”.

Gojo scrunches his face, “Last night, huh?”, he shivers once recalling the grave injuries, “Yea…that shit wasn’t fun.”. He looks back to Choso, “But do continue. I want to know why we’re here.”.

After a sigh, Choso proceeds, being glad Kento was not brought back up, “There’s a dimension that I’m connected to, my shadow realm, and that place is the source of all of my power. Not even my brothers could obtain this even though we were created roughly the same way. This dimension wasn’t designed for me however, it was more like I was designed for it.”.

“Still lost but alright.”.

The most innocent giggle escapes the being which infectiously attacks Satoru who is seemingly less tense than before, this giving Choso relief. “The dimension mentioned is the home of the deity, always has been since he was banished to it far before the conception of time or even the sprouts of tangible life in this universe. He knew the humans would turn out to be worthless and wanted to persuade the other bored Gods to halt in the birth of humanity but was overruled and hence sent away because of ability to cause imbalance. He swore to destroy the humans out of pure spite.”.

Gojo’s eyes widen, “Elska’s purpose…”.

“Yep!”, Choso throws an arm around Gojo’s shoulder, “Her ancestors failed to pay the debt of receiving cursed energy but their will was weak considering the deity dispersed himself throughout the Oda clan, minimalizing his power. They were never supposed to be the generation that would bring his dreams to fruition…”. Choso gently knocks his head into Gojo’s and smirks, “But we are.”. He gives Gojo a moment to internalize all of that but once its obvious the shaman is ready for more, he adds, “He’s here with us now but we decided I should speak to you first to ease you into the idea of it all.”.

“My love now wants to do this, I told her I would support her every step of the way.”, Gojo shimmies his weight so his crossed legs won’t fall asleep, “I’ll slaughter every last one of them myself if I have to, her heart is too soft for that kind of job…”.

Choso leans away and studies Satoru with confusion as he’s underestimated the depths of Gojo’s understanding once again. He simply wasn’t expecting him to say that about Elska. “She is kind Satoru, but she’s also the reason we will all know freedom. You must have more faith in her capabilities for she is the most potent replica of Mictlantecuhtli’s ideals. You’ve seen glimpses of it before but do know that within that beautiful creature lies wrath like no other.”.

Gojo lies his back into the grass, “Ahhh, that’s because she’s perfect!”, and smiles to himself while imagining her at full strength. Those glimpses play behind Satoru’s eyes; the time when Elska obliterated the council, or when Naoya brought her back from Getou’s hideout and shit hit the fan.

“Yes, yes she is…”, Choso concurs readily and with a tone full of love.

“Mick-lant-ecu-what? I don’t know if I can even pronounce that! What a name…”, Gojo trails off as he breaks the word up to sound it out, still not having luck, “It’s a fucking tongue twister!”.

“That’s why I call him Cuhtli…”, Sukuna strolls from behind a tree, “Much less pompous.”.

Gojo jumps and warps behind the curse, “What the fuck are you doing out with Yuuji’s body? Seems like you’ve forgotten about me…”.

“Back the fuck off shaman-shit I’m here to help you understand the fucking situation.”, Sukuna throws an elbow behind him but collides with nothing as Gojo warps back to Choso. He grumbles, “So fucking annoying…”.

Choso stands between them, “And here’s the interruption I mentioned earlier…”.

“HEY! I’m here to help!”. Sukuna folds his arms and juts out his lips.

“How the hell is this ancient cunt wrapped into all this?”, Gojo beams his two-toned eyes at the King of Curses, “You know he wants to fuck my love right?”.

“I sure do.”.

“Silence Ryomen, you’re once again making this more difficult than it needs to be.”, Choso sterns his face for the curse until Sukuna gives in and replies, “Fine, fine. Continue.”.

Gojo growls, “Cunt…”, but orients towards Choso, having lost his train of thought.

“That reminds me”, Choso moves closer to Satoru, “That bodyguard…he is not to be trusted. He was recruited and rushed through the process by Temujin Genghis, who is a big reason we’re talking right now. Choso basks in the flare of energy that circulates around Gojo at the very mention of the Titer’s name.

“I should’ve killed that fucker twice.”, is all Gojo mutters until he’s made to ask, “How did he even survive the first time? I didn’t use cursed energy when I cut his organs away so I can’t comprehend how he came back. What’s the deal with that fucking guy anyways? Something’s off about him…”.

Sukuna smiles, waiting to relish in the bewilderment that’s sure to be strewn across the cocky shaman’s features. He then cackles as he thinks back to that first time at the compound where he was able to discern what Genghis really was once he used that strange technique that seemingly siphoned the oxygen out of the room. The manipulated atmosphere inadvertently magnified the Titer’s energy patterns, thus giving him away.

Gojo waits for the explanation but prior to its arrival, Choso undergoes a miniscule yet mindboggling energy switch that leaves his eyes glowing completely violet versus having the purple dashes.

“I saved him.”, Mictlantecuhtli speaks and marvels at the way Satoru gazes at him, the shaman making sense of that familiar voice. The liar.

“Oh fuck ok…”, Gojo backs up and studies them both, “So you’re the deity then?”. A small breeze blows by and causes his towel to sway, making Gojo grab his manhood and rub the itch created by the moving cloth.

“Gods…you’re just going to grab yourself in front of us?”, Sukuna frowns while his eyes dash between Gojo’s face and his towel.

“Yes, I am.”, Mictlantecuhtli inspires, “And you are a very promising turned Satoru Gojo, I’ve watched you your entire life.”. Satoru seems to accept the compliment but is hesitant at the same time. “I love you.”.

Gojo raises an eyebrow and cautiously looks over to Sukuna while thinking, ‘Are they trying to bang me?!’, wrapping his towel tighter with nothing to say in his defense. ‘Fucking WEIRD!’.

“Look at him! He’s actually scared!”, belts out Sukuna as he presses an arm against the tree to support the flow of mockery leaving him.

“Just not into dicks is all…”, Gojo taunts back nervously but that’s when he remembers being curious about Sukuna’s true form and adds, “But yours I’m quite interested in now that I think about it!”.

Mictlantecuhtli sighs heavily while Sukuna hurls homophobic insults, Gojo turning the tables and pestering the curse in a questionable manner. He’s far more impatient than Choso and this shows when he shouts, “TEMUJIN GENGHIS IS A TURNED!”.

Gojo, in the midst of riling up the disgusted curse, freezes and twists his entire body to view the deity, “What the fuck did you just say?”. He now slinks back over to Choso’s body, unable to recognize that ferocious gaze, “You mean to tell me that old fucking cunt knows my love intimately?”, his voice venomously harsh.

When he’s only inches away, Mictlantecuhtli glares upwards towards Gojo, “If you’d just listen, you’d know that his master is not Elska by now.”. It’s so strange but fascinating, the way Satoru Gojo can go from 0-100 and then back within seconds. Surprised by the lack of rebuttal, he pauses before further explaining, “He serves the King’s sister and always has. Genghis orchestrated this entire storm with his mind and actions alone, all for the sake of King Bengill’s fall from grace.”.

Gojo bends his knees and bears his weight through the balls of his feet, “I fucking knew it! I fucking knew it…I fucking knew it…I FUCKING KNEW IT!”. Gojo pulls at his hair while replaying their most recent exchange, “That weird fucking variance in his energy…the way he stood away from the wall…his knowledge about her kind…his fucking perfect fucking plan.”.

Sukuna whistles with raised eyebrows as Satoru swirls himself into a fit, “Yea, real stable one you got there Cuhtli…”.

“Silence. This is a lot for him to take in.”, The violet deity lowers down beside Gojo and hums a calming tune. “Do not beat yourself over this Satoru, you were never meant to know for sure until now…”.

“MY LOVE HAS SUFFERED BECAUSE I COULDN’T FUCKING TELL. I HAVE THE SIX-EYES AND I COULDN’T FUCKING TELL!”. His new emersion into these heavily culpable feelings send him spiraling as he thinks about Elska’s torture at the hands of Getou, Naoya being impaled by a spear, Sachiko meeting her and then, Nanami being turned. ‘If I’d only known sooner…none of that would have happened…’.

“Shhhh…”, Mictlantecuhtli wraps his arms around Gojo and rocks them in place, “Everything is as it’s supposed to be.”. Gojo regains composure but is still shaking from rage, bringing the deity to disclose, “Now that you have this information though, you cannot harm Amnessia. She will provide you with less than I have and she’s very dear to me as well. I want her to feel safe with all of you. That girl is the reason I saved Genghis to begin with. She belongs with my yolotli and the rest of us.”.

Gojo wipes his face, looks at Sukuna but becomes embarrassed and then stares back to his lap, “I don’t want to hurt her. If I ever did, I’d be pitted against Megumi…”, Gojo tears up slightly, “And I’ve already done enough damage there.”.

Mictlantecuhtli hugs Gojo firmly, “You will make up for it in the near future. Your beautifully destructive nature has purpose and it will serve for the betterment of us all.”.

“This is getting really lame…”, Sukuna mumbles jealously as Gojo gets all the attention. His eyes follow aimlessly until they’re aimed at the direction of Elska’s home.

“And as for you Ryomen…”, Mictlantecuhtli looks up towards him, “You too will be able to unleash your full power when the war comes.”. He stands up and encourages Satoru to his feet, “You two will make a fine team.”.

“Psh.”, Sukuna turns his head upwards, “As long as I get what I want.”.

Gojo cracks his knuckles, “Yea? And what exactly is that?”. He’s defensive because he can only imagine that it has to do with his love. Can he bring himself to condone this?

Ryomen grins maniacally, “I want the wench in my domain.”.

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 92 - Satisfying

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“You like that bab-…”, Naoya jerks his head to the right when Toji shouts angrily and tramples down the hall. A split second passes where all the Zenin can do is stare dumbfounded whilst the commotion ensues, until reason strikes him and he mutters, “The hell was that?!”.

Elska clutches Naoya’s arm and uses that leverage to help sit up, her heart racing since neither of them have any idea as to what’s going on. Sounds of her beloved and another person grunting, knocking into various objects in the kitchen and then a few collisions into some walls reverberate through the long hall; the room otherwise stilled aside from the steady intake of oxygen whistling into Suguru on the couch. Naoya jerks forward but she pulls on him protectively and asks under her breath, “Who is Toji fighting?”.

“Stay here princess…”, Naoya growls, eyes glistening maroon as he listens to Toji’s thought-transfused explanation of their being an intruder within their home. He narrows his eyes, and arches his wings, preparing to engage his projection being unsure of what he’s about to be met with until Toji’s voice streaks loudly through the air.

“Naoya!”, Elska’s fingers clasp nothing as her insanely fast prince disappears in a flash, “TALK TO ME YOU GUYS!”, she demands for further elucidation while scurrying out of the bed to find her robe, “WHO IS IT?!”.

Toji huffs with agitation while peering down at the maimed man, “Fucker’s pretty quick.”, using his forearm to wipe away blood from a split eyebrow. Accompanied by a sudden breeze, Naoya appears right next to him with energy ablaze as Toji swallows the last traces of the mysterious man’s blood, “Not quick enough though…”. He coughs a bit and grimaces from the bitter aftertaste residing on his tongue.

Naoya looks his cousin over frantically, “So are you hurt or what?!”, not finding anything that would explain why Toji screamed the way he did. His large cousin shrugs his shoulders tiredly, bringing himself to questions such as, ‘What the hell was that then?’, plagued with wonders while his eyes befall the unknown man.

Toji leans against the wall, rubbing his temples, “No, I’m fine…”, he responds, slightly dazed by a strange rush of a vestibular dysfunction. His body unbalanced, “Whoever this cock is, he’s not very tough...but his blood is weird.”, Toji takes a second for himself, furrowing his brow while regaining his stature.

Naoya snarls, hastily lowering to the floor to reach for the unidentified man’s collar but as he jostles Orao who’s left in a mumbling, stunned stupor, the upper right quadrant of a letter becomes visible from an inside pocket that holds a familiar signet. Naoya examines it for a second, holding his breath before reaching out to seize it.

Toji recognizes the sigil and curses, “The Elders…”, soon warning Orao, “If you’re here after our doll, I assure, you will fucking die a miserable death…”, fangs forming as the unyielding threat is delivered. Orao groans and rolls to his side but Toji watches as Naoya snatches the folded paper closer for scrutiny.

“Body-…”, Orao coughs and moans painfully, wishing his royal identity could be known as he’s never experienced such inharmonious greetings in his entire life. ‘These fucking turned…’, he’d rather see their entrails decorating the house.

Naoya wheezes, ducks his head back and narrows his eyes before flashing painfully wide lids to Toji and brashly inquiring, “What fucking day is it?!!”.

“I don’t know boy and I don’t have my phone.”, Toji laments as he clears his throat, now coming back to the fact that he’s completely nude. He grumbles to his indecency but in the back of his mind, a headache forms as he compares himself to shameless Satoru. Toji shakes off the surreal condemnation and squats down to peer at whatever Naoya is reading until Elska cautiously makes her way into the hall. He sighs to her confusion and strolls over to her side.

“Is this someone you know?”, Elska questions after Toji’s arms wrap around her body, curious because there’s something extremely peculiar about this curly haired man’s energy. Toji’s exhausted “no”, collides with Naoya’s gasp of exasperation, further diluting her understanding of their current circumstance. Elska glides the palms of her hands down Toji’s firm back, nuzzling her face into his chest to take in the simplicity of how comforting her beloved always is. He’s a powerhouse, a giant, and is always so vigilant, how could she not want to bask in his aura? She whispers into his skin, “My big bad wolf.”.

“Ohhhhh God…”, Naoya drones out regrettably. He stares pensively at the man until he’s rolling to his back, which is when Naoya’s eyes drift back down to the letter. The tiniest wine leaves his throat and yet it attends the air with transparency great enough to reveal his apprehension. Toji looks over to him and asks, “What?”, and while mentally stringing the explanation together, Naoya’s left eye twitches. “We fucked up.”, he solemnly informs before quickly looking between Elska and his cousin, “Toji help me get him up! Please!”.

Toji turns around and glowers before he comprehends Naoya’s radiating culpability, now asking, “What the hell boy? Why? We ought to send his ass back to where he came from.”.

Elska receives her first view of the trespasser, one that dilates her pupils and slates her face pale. She stands alone as Naoya explains his understanding of who the man is but even while he speaks clear as day, all Elska can make out are dense, dampened words. She instinctively nears them, something within reacting to the man in question that draws her in, though the constant presence of the inexplicable nausea being experienced disfigures her summation of him.

“This guy?!”, Toji grimaces with disbelief while they hoist up the bloodied fellow and walk him back into the room, “What good will he even do?”. It’s almost like Toji can only accept this to be an error of some sort when he asks, rather unconvinced, “Are you sure?”.

Elska quietly tiptoes behind her turned and the dragging feet of this new person, unable to really say anything as she experiences something she’s never felt before. It’s a sensation that bears answers but also questions, fulfillment yet emptiness, familiarity along with illimitable antipathy. The scent of the man’s blood causes her to fixate on this destructive accumulation of feelings, none of which are registering with any kind of exegesis. ‘Do I know him?’, she pauses as they set him on the bed, Toji immediately glaring at the pathetically wounded flesh sack, seemingly irritated by Naoya spouting out apologies.

Once the now guest is laid down, Naoya grumbles over to his balled-up pants and desperately searches for his phone, whispering, “No way, no way-there’s just no way...”, He’s starting to embody a restlessness that is akin to that “Oh Shit” feeling that arises within one when they realize they’ve forgotten something that should’ve been unforgettable. Anxiety that breeds inside of your chest and accosts every single stable structure you could call yourself as you inevitably accept how your carelessness will reflect and affect.

Only one of the many agonizing repercussions that originate from the avoidable monster, irresponsibility.

Toji, throwing on clothes to ease his discomfort, catches the vexing language Elska’s body signs as she nears the man and observes attentively. His eyes dance between Orao and her, searching for an additional clue that could help explain that noxious flavor memorized by his taste buds. He can’t tell what she’s feeling, no matter how long he attempts to gauge her so this aggregates unto his already engraved stance of dubiation.

She studies him with officiousness and revolt alike, simultaneously trying to puzzle together what all of these contradictory sensations could mean. The room pretends to spin while she hones into him, taking deep breaths to inhale his natural scent, something of which she wasn’t even aware of doing until Toji calls her name.

Toji arrives to defensiveness after concluding his thoughts over how oddly she was behaving towards the bodyguard. Everything about her is currently anomalous, oviparous even and this sways Toji to stand light on his feet in case he needs to intervene. ‘The Elders must have picked him for a reason…’, he discerns internally while Naoya speedily leaves the room with the phone to his ear. Toji shuts the door to mute the flustered Zenin’s deep, traveling voice and so he could inquire, “What’s wrong, doll?”, hoping that she would shed some light on this imminent discomfort that circulates through his thoughts over the bodyguard.

“I’m...not sure...”, she replies despondently all while inching closer to the man who lies there, resting, “But did you do this to him, my beloved?”. She thinks to use her blood to help heal him as she leans over but prefers to wait to hear what Toji has to say in case he poses a threat. Her fingertips rise, aiming to trace over his swollen nose in order to swirl some of the rose colored, delectable essence that calls to her but in that instant, his eyes open fully and fixate to her own.

“Elska…”

She carefully sits down on the very edge of the bed after the blonde calls to her, wanting to keep some distance but coarsely asks, “Who are you and why do you know my name?”. The hairs on the back of her neck stand erect as he slowly shuffles his position upwards in the bed, “What are you doing here?”.

He chuckles weakly, accidentally spraying some blood mixed saliva before softening his eyes and genuinely stating, “I’ve been chosen to pro-.”, he chokes briefly and plops his head back down into the pillow with an overstated sigh, “Protect you.”.

Toji narrows his eyes with a quiet, deep exhale and looks back to the door wishing Naoya would come in there and announce that it’s all a misunderstanding, but the Zenin doesn’t. Irritation slowly begins to dissipate once Toji considers how Gojo will react to some unknown dickwad slithering near Elska and how hes going to have to act appalled when Satoru fucks the guy up. ‘Yea…’, the giant snickers, ‘Fucker’s got it coming to him for being in cahoots with the Elders.’, his eyes zeroing in on Orao before different energies catch his attention. Toji begins to pick up on Maki and Yuuta presence’s heading their way and although he’s happy to see them, Toji knows Yuuta’s attendance forebodes something unpleasant.

“I told my prince that I would accept the bodyguard but…”, Elska leans closer to him, ultimately more disturbed by the alarms being set off within her that result from this man’s peculiar effect, “If you do anything to cross us, I will let my beloveds shred you apart.”. Expecting more fear than anything, she’s beside herself when the man glares back with fortitude and states something she isn’t sure how to take.

“You must be mistaken, Lady Elska…”, he winces up an interesting smile, “I am here to save you.”.

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Choso, now operating as both again, sighs when Sukuna’s demand obviously isn’t received well. ‘I suppose they’ll have to work this out on their own…’, he infers as Gojo’s presence magnifies and the light blue energy encases him in a vortex. Choso sighs, “Please, leave the trees alone at least, they’re really pretty…”, the being requests this as he bites his lip and turns to walk away.

“Oh yeah?”, Satoru’s stern expression cracks into a maniacal smirk, tilting his head down, “Think I’ll just let you fuck my love?”. His usual reservations over retaliating against the King of Curses elude him as he glances over and rationally notes Choso’s healing capabilities and thinks, ‘Hate to do it Yuuji but this cunt won’t understand unless I beat it into him.’.

“How about winner takes the wench?”, Sukuna slithers out, ignoring Choso’s distant scoff, “Unless you’re too chicken shit to try me, shaman.”.

Gojo widens his stance, intensifying his infinity to protect him from the cold with narrowing eyes, “I’m the strongest and I’m going to kick your shit in, curse.”. Dramatically, he snaps the towel away from his body and confidently places his hands up, “Then I’m going to drag my nuts across your face!!”.

Seconds turn into moments as neither dash to make the first move and although the tension between them is unmistakable, Choso giggles to himself while walking deeper into the forest. He leaves them behind, sizing each other up and testing psychological warfare while he looks for a specific piece of land. “It should be around here somewhere…”, he monologues out loud, hiking over toppled redwoods that remain as reminders of the breathtaking disaster born of Satoru Gojo’s awakening. Splintered trunks litter the ground and some half-hung branches dangle above as if neighboring foliage favored them and decided to act as adoptive support. While Choso treks through the aftermath, his thoughts dwindle over to the subject of Orao, making his whole demeanor depress.

“Elska...”, he breathes it out with an angling brow, “Master, things could not go differently and still be a success…”. His vision tears up while he mauls over what’s to come.

There are no other options. No alternative choices.

The ground rumbles beneath his feet, the definite indication that those two finally decided to clash. Their quarrel makes Choso slight a smile however as he contemplates on how trivial their beef currently is. “Everything will be alright…”, he tells himself while still scouring the area for what it is he’s probing for.

“Come out, it’s okay!”, Choso sweetly sings while lowering into a squat. Through all of the recent commotion, a member of their team was forgotten about and left behind. Toji received terrible abdominal wounds on the day of Gojo’s awakening and with his being in survival mode at the time, it’s no wonder he didn’t pay it any mind.

Choso hears rustling in the bush and chuckles, “I’ll take you back to your mommy…don’t be afraid.”. The noises gradually shuffle closer, now showing movement as if something tiny was burrowing through it but Choso abruptly twists around to demolish a trunk that was flying directly at them. The once solid, emblematic structure explodes from Choso’s black energy as soon as their surfaces meet, inches from his face. “I said leave the damn trees alone…”, he growls angrily before turning his view back to the partially mangled bush. Recapturing his demeanor, Choso softens his voice and expression again, holding out his hand. “There you are!”, he chuckles out kindly as a squeak exits the bush, “You’ve been alone for a while, haven’t you?”.

Gojo warps behind Sukuna and blasts the curse with a quick red technique, burning him with ease. He then warps in front of him, smiles wickedly and attacks with his blue.

Sukuna feels the pain but this actually invigorates him more than anything. He’s been waiting a long time to scrap with Satoru Gojo, there’s just something so satisfying about beating a six-eye user into the dirt. He has something up his sleeve though, something that will surely at least cripple the shaman’s arrogance, ‘That’s if I even have to use it…’.

“Come here pal!”, Gojo teases as he finishes evading a chain to run towards Sukuna, speculating on the possibility, ‘Can I make him use it?’. Little do they know, they both have the same goal.

“REMOVE YOUR SKIN FROM ME!”, Sukuna wretches when the shaman embraces him from behind, prompting him to send four more chains to rind the naked shaman away.

Gojo cackles but his eyes are wide, agog and stalking tediously, “I don’t think so, I told you about your fate.”, arrogance embellishes across his features, “Now you have to live it.”. He punches Sukuna in the face with an energized fist as soon as the curse turns around, forcing Sukuna backwards. Gojo soaks himself in the flourishing animosity as he takes a hit, but dodges more while coming to the realization that situations like this don’t happen often. With his craze taking a new leap, he postures upright and sneers, “I don’t think this is necessary.”, and deactivates his infinity.

‘This is what I’ve needed…’, Satoru monologues while receiving an uppercut, his vision cast towards the canopy, ‘This feels so…’, he licks the away the bitter blood coating his lips, ‘...Satisfying’. Everything about this current squabble is utterly liberating and long overdue. His new domestic life is extremely fulfilling but, there will never be an absence for the desire of this sort of thrill. He’s well assured that perhaps prior to his being turned, Sukuna may have been more of an issue but he’s known as the strongest for a reason. Sukuna wisps a fast acting technique that singes Gojo’s perfect alabaster skin, instantly brightening the area to a peeling pink. “YES!”, Satoru screams without reservation as he returns the favor by sending out another shock of blue. He too is reveling in this opportunity for a genuine challenge.

Sukuna gathers his footing, never falling but grinning unbearably wide, “SINCE YOU LIKE COCKS SO MUCH!”, he unearths an entire tree, widens his stance and spins twice before excitedly stating, “HERE’S SOME WOOD!”, hurling it directly at Satoru with speed greater than any discus Olympian known to man. He expected that Gojo may have been able to avoid it but the shaman is instead sent flying backwards as it collides through surrounding terrain in the forest. “That was for the wench…”, Sukuna whispers coldly as their environment aggravates him with memories, the reminders of what occurred during Gojo’s awakening heavily influencing his disposition.

“Fuuuuuuck…”, Gojo holds his head with one hand and explodes the tree pinning him into mulch, “That fucking hurt!”. He looks down his body to discover wounds from the impaling tree and smirks, “Yeah, this is getting kind of fun!”. He stands up wobbly but remains truly unphased, while looking around to spot Sukuna but hollers, “Motherfucker! You actually hit me! Maybe you’re not so weak after-…”. Gojo soon becomes crushed under a barrage of trees being repetitively hurled at him.

“HAAAAA!!!!”, Sukuna jeers while flinging more and more trees with the use of his chains, effectively manipulating thirteen at once. As he hovers in the air, each devastating rumble of the forest resulting from his onslaught adds magnetism to the essence pumping through his veins. The sheer rush of battle against opposition that is as formidable with prowess as yourself, the kill switch processed for the emancipation of all other thoughts aside from how to strike to next, the prospect of initiating full higher levels of strength because you finally have someone capable that requires your reserved limits.

This.

This is what Sukuna lives for.

Nothing on this God-forsaken planet pumps his blood quite like the animalistic nature that surfaces when pitted into a life-or-death situation and he’s already recognized that same exact affinity exuding his opponent. Sukuna finally ceases, panting from pure exhilaration while the dirt begins to settle, “Take that, you overpowered pussy!”, he shouts, then proceeds to laugh maniacally while he waits for signs of movement. He stretches his arms and yawns, “Truly unremarkable, I don’t know why Cuhtli likes you so much…”, but his ramble discontinues when he hears mumbles from under the piles of natural rubble. “Give it up…”, Sukuna barks but as he’s turning away from the scene, clear words surge his ears, “Try it if you want, I’m going to fuck her.”.

“Infinite void.”.

Sukuna is rendered immobile initially. His knees forcefully bend, collapsing him downwards to a position far below his station while a hand splays out against the domain’s ground. He sees before him, a disheveled, bleeding Satoru who continues to wear that arrogant fucking grin.

“Thought you were tough shit?”, Gojo laughs at the vexation plastered across the curse’s face that focuses on his wounds. Gojo points to himself and chuckles, “What, these? Oh, this is nothing…”, teeth split his lips, “Only scratches!”.

Sukuna strains his neck to look upwards more and ends up having to scrunch his face, unamused by the shaman’s words as he’s certainly covered in deep gashes. “I got you pretty...good from the looks of it.”, Sukuna stammers from the mind freezing atmosphere, “You’re so fucking...full of it…”.

“Not as much as you, though…”, Gojo takes a step closer to the stiffened curse, “ And I’m surprised your eyes aren’t brown as a result! You really thought you could beat me?”. To add salt to the wound, Gojo kicks Sukuna in the face, and then warps closer to crash a fist into his temple so he’s smashed into the ground, “No one can beat me.”. Straddling the curse’s shoulders, Satoru’s fangs become fully apparent while he prepares to tea-bag the King of Curses.

Sukuna flails as much as he can, aggravated by the domain’s strength while the taint of his wretched enemy nears his face, “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU SHAMAN!!!!!!!!!!!”, if only he could adapt quicker, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”.

“Heh heh heh heh…”, Gojo angles himself and exhales pridefully, “No, you won’t…”, and then plumply plops his scrotum to dampen the insults being hurled. While savoring his triumphant moment, swirling his hips, even cackling at the top of his lungs, Gojo closes his eyes and grins peacefully. “You’ll have no choice but to do it now, unless you in fact are into this kind of thing…”, the sickening words trickling from his lips, surely into the curse’s ears. The energy surrounding them changes though and Gojo’s orbs flare open to witness the glitching of his infallible domain, thinking, ‘Damn right! He’s going to do it!”.

Suddenly, everything around them morphs into a marshy dark graveyard of sorts. Gojo warps away and calls for his wings, just to be on the safe side but twirls in the air, completely marveled by the eeriness that constitutes Sukuna’s domain. His eyes scan all around him, darting in every direction possible as the curse’s deep laughter echoes in this endless collection of bones. This is what he wanted though, to see with his own eyes, this extension of the curse’s mind and Sukuna’s true form.

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“You guys! WE HAVE TO GET READY!”.

Toji huffs when Naoya re-enters the room, not in the mood to go anywhere, “Not now boy, we’re not going anywhere right now.”.

“DON’T BE A DICK! WE HAVE TO!!”.

Elska stands up from the bed and follows her frantic prince with her eyes, “What’s wrong Naoya?”, she asks while he paces back and forth, rummaging through the dressers.

“Princess, I’m so sorry that I’m about to have to rush you but today is a big day!”, Naoya explains breathlessly with his attention averted, “I don’t even think I brought our stuff over here!”, wheezing at the end of his sentence, “I’m a dead man.”. He knows Maki is waltzing right on over to where they are and he already fibbed about being in the process of getting dressed, “She’s going to have my fucking balls hung over a coal pit…”.

Elska, alarmed by his misleading ramblings and not understanding why he’s so anxious, nears him and asks, “What is going on my prince? Is someone threatening you?”. She couldn’t even control the rancorous expression that consumed her face.

Naoya shuts the now messy drawers with bits of clothes hanging out and turns to her. Grabbing her hands, he lifts them to his lips and explains, “No baby,”, he snickers, “It’s nothing like that, I’m officially taking over the Zenin clan this evening!! There’s going to be a huge celebration!”. Excited and damn near squealing, he continues with, “Which meeeeeans...we have to all clean up and get fabulous!”. He reads on Elska that she’s now assured that no one is actually trying to kill him and this compels him to adore how her face eases from vehemence to a pacifying smile. ‘My warrior princess…’.

Toji cracks his knuckles, “You ever talk about me getting fabulous again and I’ll break your wrists, boy.”.

Naoya pouts, rationalizing, ‘You’re the one that’s going to need the most help accomplishing this so you shouldn’t complain…’, but swiftly changes his tune when it becomes unmistakable that Toji heard his thoughts. “Just kidding!”, he cheerfully chimes out loud.

Elska stands there and looks over her turned and then to the roughed up man in the bed. She sighs, “I guess I should heal him if we’re having to do all of this today… his injuries will reflect on you, my prince and I don’t want any of your clansman to be led to misjudging their own abilities.”. If anyone assumes Naoya to be weak, factions and coup d’etat formations will find life as soon as he makes his announcements. A member of Elska’s protectors, worthy or not, being left in such a desolate manner would allow her, Naoya and the turned to be viewed as vulnerable and there’s no doubt in her mind that these feeble humans will assume they can overthrow them. They’ll think they can win and will ultimately die in vain, for no reason or purpose at all. Those humans, the shaman especially, have to be tended to like children as far as she’s concerned. Clenching her fists reluctantly, she begins approaching the bludgeoned man. He looks upon her with such inscrutable eyes that she’s unable to discern if her presence charms or repels him. It’s so mysterious, quite similar to the obtuse accumulation of emotions he conjures within herself. His voice seemed calm, she recalls, his actions rather submissive but at the same time, she knows the Elders are not to be trusted and wishes that Naoya would have instead trusted her turned alone to protect her.

“Orion Drayion”, Orao effortlessly lies when she’s back by his side, “I come from the Prionays, a clan from afar that is still under the jurisdiction of the Elders.”. She doesn’t seem to listen or perhaps doesn’t care but he’s happy nonetheless as the distance between them disappears. When she gently sits beside him, he pretends its because she’s planning to coddle him and allows his imagination to swindle the opportunity of her tender touch.

His beloved.

Remaining silent as if to completely neglect the thoughtful introduction, Elska lifts her arm to expose her wrist. His heart skips a beat but is accompanied by a massive void reflective for the tethers of agonizing thirst that is consequence from such a decaying bond. Elska bites into her wrist and elucidates while it trickles out, “I’m going to heal your wounds but you’ll have to drink this.”.

Toji and Naoya turn around when the bodyguard leaps from his spot and tumbles across the mattress to the floor in front of the wall of mirrors.

“N-noo!”, Orao shouts, heaving heavily with his hands concealing his entire face, “I don’t want it! I’ll be fine!”.

“She’s not trying to hurt you…”, Naoya calmly advises while he wonders if the sight of blood makes this dude queasy, “She can help you feel better.”. For a moment, he considers that the turned are completely desensitized by this act but Naoya remembers a time when the thought of consuming blood was still pretty bizarre.

Toji grunts and harshly fumbles under his breath while fastening his pants, “What is he even going to be good for?”.

Elska cannot help but agree with her beloved as this bodyguard cowers across the room. It’s so strange; his behavior, how enticing his blood seems, that polluted energy he carries…all of which strain her abilities to unveil the true cause.

“Most humans don’t dine on others blood, big bird…”, Naoya sympathetically retorts with a kinder tone than before as he turns away from Orao, “And he’s clearly been through some shit if you weren’t the one who did all of this to him.”.

Orao struggles to mask his true identity. He’s literally clinging to sanity as the wafting sweet aroma of Elska’s blood tantalizes him with the urge to drink her in. He’s not had a single drop of her since the day he stole her humanity and if that wasn’t excruciating enough on its own, she’s barely covered in that skimpy little robe. He swallows down his voice, the one grasping hope; hope of holding enough innate influence to one day soon, successfully ensnare her with a command. Theoretically, he could make her do whatever he wanted. So many things. Everything.

Anything.

But is he capable of wielding the Master’s will if his brother shares the responsibilities of her induction into this form? If Orao were to pierce her with his fangs, could she really regain some of her memories? He will undoubtedly come across an opportunity to explore these hypotheses at some point and this prospect alone re-centers his entire focus. He has to remember his purpose for enduring all of this insane abuse. It doesn’t matter to him right now, the convoluted aggregation of his uselessness, the misunderstanding of how important he truly is. No, as the dark haired turned mocks him and Elska holds eyes of suspicion, he can only care about keeping his cover. ‘Maybe the blonde one isn’t so bad…’, he thinks to himself as that bastard at least is more likable than the others. This helps his case too though. If the blonde is the only one that he can work to gain a little of their trust, Orao will simply put most of his efforts into him until that trust can spread among the others. He cannot fail. He will do what he must to have what he wants and if that means playing the roll of an even bigger wuss, then so be it.

“Perhaps my hybrid can do it when he returns…”, Elska stares at the bodyguard with bemusement, studying how his energy fluctuated at the mentioning of her doting Choso. Her eyes flash to Naoya who’s gathering things after he retorts, “I’m sure Cho will do it if we ask.”, but then she looks to Toji. Her beloved seems to practically boil while his luminescent eyes train on Orion. With her thoughts, she relays to him, ‘Just let it go for now. I don’t why he was sent but there must be a reason.’.

‘I know doll…’, Toji responds, ‘But that’s what I’m worried about. We’re missing something here…’.

Elska sighs agreeably but is soon scooped up by Naoya who spins her around, him demonstrating unabashedly exactly how elated the meaning behind today has made him. He growls into her lips, his thunderous voice soothing some of her anxieties as the vibrations produce tranquility in their wake.

Orao remains as he is, face glued to the floor, mind reeling into overload to focus on maintaining the consistent energy he’s worn his entire stay on this worthless fucking planet. Nothing more. There’s no benefit to letting them see what he’s capable of, what his abilities are. Sure, they’ll inquire, presumably attempt torturing it out of him; judging by what he’s gained to learn about them first hand, but no matter what, he has to clasp to the importance of his mission here.

“Focus.”, he mouths inaudibly, discipline and logic creeping back into his awareness.

He cannot fail. ‘Puuuull it togeth-err…’, he thinks to himself, wishing to not risk being discovered for what he really is. He pictures his beloved behind his eyes and her image, unfriendly and cold as she is towards him, vibrantly resonates through his consciousness and implores the coalition of his deteriorating priorities. He must have her. If he controls the Queen, if he can actually make her bend to his desires, everything will be his. All of it.

Because he will be King.

Plans and purpose filter through Orao’s processing, his entire demeanor relaxing and adapting to the dire situation at hand. He’s going to have to earn her trust as well and unfortunately, they’re off to a rough start. “Okay…”, he encourages himself, realizing that the sooner he proves some sort of value, the sooner Elska and her turned will acknowledge him differently, ‘Well, some of the turned maybe…’. His cloud of endless suffering finally lifts since his inglorious retreat, this change constructing him with a reinforced foundation of confidence until his ears register something blasphemously critical. He slowly turns his face upwards to view the despicably conniving display of Elska resting in the arms of an even greater impostor than himself. Orao’s foul disposition, that inherent verity of his displeasure of these fucking dirty-blooded animals enjoying her so intimately; it all brims to the edge of his control even while Toji’s congregated hatred could be felt burrowing holes through his very head. Orao’s brow folds angrily as the words replay in his mind, now fully comprehending why he probably couldn’t stand the one turned that seemed to be remotely amicable.

“Princess, today I get to tell the world about our baby.”.

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“We’re almost there…”, Shoko sniffles while glancing into the rear view mirror to monitor Hiromi and Nanami in the backseat. After that last little fiasco, Ieiri ultimately took the wheel so that Nanami could be subdued by a much better candidate than herself, if needed.

“That’s good news.”, Hiromi forces this out as pleasantly as possible, desperate to hide his gloomy forecasts for Shoko’s happy ending. One she deserves. With respect in mind, he’s been trying his damnedest to not steal glimpses of her while she makes a turn or when traffic is no longer yielding to a red light. Those are at least moments when she’s guaranteed to be focusing on the road, small windows where he incurs the slightest risk of being caught. Is it selfish of him to harbor the minute amount of excitement towards the high possibility of Ieiri leaving Kento? Hiromi can see their love plain as day, he knows it exists. But, what if she becomes fed up with her significant other always trying to dick down another woman? Who in their right mind would be okay with that? Lost in thought, Hiromi’s eyes automatically dart to Shoko when he reminisces about their most recent embrace, how delicate she felt within his arms. ‘Any man would feel whole with a woman like her by his side.’, he ponders internally while next considering how her intelligence, attitude, pretty much everything about her as a matter of fact, makes her ideal for a man like himself. He’d consider working less, laughing more, surrendering the arrangement of his apartment if that’s what made her happy. He can simply sense that he would be, different.

“Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

Hiromi’s soul left his body for a second when he falls back into reality to find her beautiful eyes staring back at him. He rummages his thoughts for a quick excuse, something at least remotely believable to bury his likely interpreted, creepy behavior.

Shoko laughs through her nose quietly when the higher up stutters his way into a guilty verdict, this aiding her cover-up over the fact that she’s blushing. She contemplates on how innocent these little signals he’s putting off are and has to ask nothing about how honest she really wants to be about it with herself. Kento has been number one on her list for entirely too long. He belongs there, standing with superiority over all other men because there is not a single flaw she can find within him and that’s major considering her livelihood and everything she’s ever known revolves around scrutiny.

“My apologies…”

Ieiri feels a sadness train over her, an addition to the already calamitous air, “No sweetie, it’s alright I was messing with you is all.”, offering a brief smile.

“I see.”, he chuckles silently as the car pulls into the driveway of a quaint two-story house, the tension of awkward, forbidden territory alleviated once the task of moving Nanami is at hand once more. “Unlock the door for me and I’ll carry him in.”.

Shoko slides out of her car, worn and emotionally drained. The sight of her home helps though. As she walks up the short stone-patched pathway to the gray door, she sifts through her keys, luckily finding the correct one without issue. Setting her things down on a side table, she rubs her eyes and leads the way after hearing Hiromi grunting in the yard. “Follow me”, she offers when they’re all inside. She takes him to the kitchen, shuddering as she recalls being held by Sachiko, and then leads them around a corner and up the carpeted stairs. It’s hard for her to pretend that everything isn’t complete shit while her boyfriend limply drapes over the shoulders of Hiromi.

Once they’re settled and Nanami is in the bed, Hiromi releases a heavy sigh while skimming over them all. His eyes flicker over to Shoko and stay there while he looks her over to decide what would be way to handle all of this. Can he really stand aside while Kento feeds from her? When she shivers from being wet and cold, he urges with fondness in his tone, “I’ll watch him, why don’t you take a shower before you freeze to death.”.

Shoko rubs her arms, “That would be really nice actually…”, but her voice shows apprehension.

“We’re fine here, don’t worry.”, Hiromi waves his hand as if to shoo her, “Go relax, you need it.”. He can see it in her face, feel it in her energy; Shoko’s nearing the end of her strength with the day and it’s not even 8 in the morning. It takes a little more encouragement but Hiromi is ultimately successful in making her unwind. He watches her gather up a few items of clothes, a brush and a towel before she scurries into the attached bathroom, all with such awe of how pretty she is. His gaze, once the water is running, switches to his old time friend in the bed. “Kento, seriously…”, Hiromi's mutters are buried beneath the splashing, “If you fuck this up with her, she’s mine.”.

The words themselves breach his own heart however. How could he be so cruel as to not only say something like that, but mean it? Regretting his callousness, he now kneels down beside Nanami, tucking him into the bed. Kento is one of his dearest friends, someone he’s been close with for a very long time, someone he truly cares about.

“Wh-…”, Nanami stirs, groaning with already exposed fangs.

Hiromi’s eyes dart to the bathroom door where he knows Shoko resides completely unsuspecting but then they glare back down to Kento. There will be no attacks this time, no wild chase. Hiromi studies Nanami intensively until the manager opens his eyes. “I can’t trust you alone right now, please see this from my perspective....”, he informs while waiting for Kento’s eyes to focus onto him, “With that said”, he folds back the sleeve on his right arm in preparation of a feeding, “Understand that you’ll have to use me.”.

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sassooda · 1 year ago

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Chapter 101 is on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37408870/chapters/122507866

Come on over there and read the latest chapters that I’ve been unable to upload here :]

#Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk #jjk au #fushiguro toji #zenin naoya #gojo satoru #nanami kento #choso #geto suguru #kamo noritoshi #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #elska oda #titer clan

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sassooda · 2 years ago

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Here we have Turned Naoya and Gojo! 🥰🥰🥰 I’ve been really in the mood to paint lately but let me note that both of these are still currently incomplete. I have to let them dry.

I will certainly be making one of all the turned!

#naoya zenin #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jujutsu kaisen au #sassooda #elska oda #Titer clan #worlds away #jjk au #jjk #come read the au on my page you silly geese #so we can laugh cry and smut up together

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sassooda · 2 years ago

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I’ve become impatient again and personalized merch that relates to the AU 🫣

Granted, this isn’t a spitting image of Elska but it’s close enough and it was a really neat little project!

I bring to you, the only Elska Oda figure (loosely saying this) thanks to Re:Zero but now Elska can sit with Gojo 🥰🥰🥰

#jujutsu kasien #jjk #jjk au #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #elska oda #re zero #I have more than just a plushie problem…

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sassooda · 2 years ago

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 88 - This Must Be Love 🔞

w/c - 7,436

“What is in here?!” Hiromi huffs as he levies the large 4ft tall box labeled Mindray across the lab. He grunts when he works both sides to maneuver it into the corner, backing it in one swiveled scoot at a time. Unbuttoning his blazer, he doffs it and sets it aside as managing the heat from his efforts have become his new task.

Shoko didn’t even hear him and is instead, dwelling on the new emptiness regarding her sacred space. Yes, it’s organized and ready for some samples and although this productive activity distracted her mind, the fact remains now that she doesn’t know enough. Her desperation to make sense of the turned has become chaotically revised as the situation now clutches Nanami’s fate as well. Her agony takes form of a silent tear as it rushes from her lashes, down her cheek.

Hiromi gathers a few smaller items that he was charged with putting away but as they were cleaning up, he gathered everything in one place prior to storing them in the closet. He’s not sure how to address Shoko’s mood switch, he doesn’t know where the line is drawn or begins. While contemplating on the best course of action, he mindlessly carries an armful of boxes over to the storage area and opens it. His eyes unfasten.

Ieiri snaps out of her mind when Hiromi shouts and crashes to the floor, “What the hell?”, she asks as she turns.

Hiromi hasn’t any words immediately but his eyes are trained to the blood-spattered wing vertically occupying space that blocks the shelves behind it.

“Oh that!”, Shoko nearly slurs from being intoxicated, “Getou took that from Elska a long time ago…”. Shoko’s eyes instinctively train to the medical table as she remembers Gojo being strapped to it, emotionally broken.

Scuddling to a stand, Hiromi’s gaze never leaves the gored metal feathers as he envisions the pain caused by the removal. Dried, shriveled flesh clings to the base, appearing as if it would break away to dust if moved. For a moment, his heart sympathizes for the blood shaman woman, imagining how horrible of an experience it must have been.

“Her composition has changed since so this wing no longer vies as a suitable source of information.”, Shoko helps brush off Hiromi’s sweat dampened work shirt, “But it was once the key for creating the blood substitutions.”. She walks over to the nearly empty case of beer and cracks two open for them, kindly handing one to Hiromi, “I can work magic as long as I have the ingredients before me!”.

“You created that?!”, his eyes widen with amazement. When word traveled through the ranks that such a concoction was finalized, every higher up felt various waves of unease. Elska, though originally thought as this world’s saving grace against Gojo has been slowly dividing the elders. Even the dullest of high-ranking shaman understand that their entire plan to build her as the ultimate weapon against Satoru will never come to fruition. Some want to work with Elska, choosing to have faith in their relationship and wanting to nurture and mold them into possibly fine allies. Others, on the more extreme opposing side find her and the other blood shamans’ demise mandatory. ‘To think that she is the one that single-handedly cracked the elder’s security…’, he tells himself while studying Shoko. Confliction should have been his middle name.

“Yep!”, she retorts proudly, “One of my greatest discoveries…”. Her cheerfulness fades though as she orients herself to the Mindray box, containing the ultra sound machine. Would she be able to bear Kento’s children if they so please to go that route? Is it possible? Does she stand a chance against whatever hold Elska has on him? Ieiri’s presence drops as she considers all of the unknown factors but snaps out of it and shakes her head with, “There are more questions than answers which means there’s nothing to celebrate.”. She listens to Hiromi’s approaching footsteps, “And at least Kento didn’t have to bond with her.”. That indeed is a fact that keeps her going. There’s still hope.

Hiromi feels like he just got sucker punched as her words saunter through the air, ‘She doesn’t know?!’. Suddenly, the room feels smaller, his chest heavier as the duty to pull her out of the dark arises. He lays his broken eyes to Shoko and though he tried to hide his pity, it peered through.

She says nothing but has to catch her breath, her worst fears coming to life in the wordless expression of his eyes, “Right?!”

Hiromi turns his head away but walks closer to her. She asks for clarification again but he simply cannot bring himself to say it and instead, hugs her as her body begins to shake and lower to the ground. He bends his knees, offering to be her support as he silently consoles and provides the refuge she’s in need of against the stark tile. He doesn’t need to speak one way or another and it seems like an effective method of delivery as Shoko trembles and cries to the ungiven news. “I’m sorry…”, quietly flows out of him.

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Suguru tucks his face into the back of the couch while the splashing from Elska’s shower resounds through the room. He’s peeked over to see Choso a few times and is further unnerved with how the being stoically stands, watching over the turned in the bed. ‘What’s his deal?’, he wonders uncomfortably as he sighs and shudders to recent memories the question sent flashing through his mind. ‘So…fucking…gross…’, the grimace webs his face as he snarls under his breath.

“You needn’t be afraid of me.”, is all Choso says in absence of turning around to address the elephant in the room, “I am on your side.”. A sarcastic chuckle rumbles out of the Titer’s throat but Choso was expecting Getou’s disinclination and knows he’ll come around. His current fascination is how incredibly malevolent the turneds’ energy is becoming. They all carry an air of darkness from simply undergoing the DNA synthesis already but this latest evolution will over shadow their previous submersion into wickedness for they will all harness much more of himself. Choso’s eyes widen and light up wonderfully when he notices Gojo’s hair slowly bleaching to become more alabaster than silver and proudly muses, “The strongest indeed.”.

“What did you do with Choso?”.

Choso finally peels his eyes away from the turned to allow them to befall to Getou, to which they narrow.

Jumping on the defensive, Suguru goes to sit up but is motioned to wait by the being.

“I am still me…”, Choso lets out a small whine, “I remember everything that’s happened between us. My brothers, me melting your brain…”, he softens his eyes, “…The day I realized that you didn’t slay my family in cold blood.”. He’s glad to see that Suguru seems to believe him, and he should because it’s all true. He is still Choso.

Getou felt and heard the genuinely given statements and is struck with something so bizarre. ‘Could it really be him?’, he dares to ask himself as the being’s presence is certainly mirroring the thing from the Final Stage. Somewhere deep down, even buried under the doubts, Suguru feels a wave of relief. He knows that regardless of whatever happened to Choso, the powerful hybrid’s loyalty to Elska remains unwavering, something that eases his worries over prospective outcomes. He witnesses Choso spin around towards the west wall and smile.

‘Temujin Genghis…’, Choso smirks, ‘Your plan has backfired, has it not?’. How entertaining. Amnessia is currently reeling from the previously overwritten memories of her on Gaia, where she was born. The man that owned her worked directly under the King’s brother, which is how Temujin crossed paths with her. Choso appreciates the part of Genghis that rejects his master’s, the King’s sister’s, wishes. Amnessia is special too, in a vastly different way than the turned but even better, Genghis refusing to kill her as his master requested, is evidence. This is proof that even though Gaia’s turned were not bitten by Elska, they will hold a small definitive reluctance to obey if it’s to oppose Mictlantecuhtli because every single one of them is ultimately born of Mictlantecuhtli’s essence and he wishes for her success. He’s always marked the humans as being irrational with their wars, but for a turned such as Genghis to initiate the same? Flaws. Mictlantecuhtli doesn’t care for defective creations and this is why he considers those on Gaia to be far lesser than Elska. Amnessia’s current predicament is exactly why the Titer’s refrained from rewriting Elska’s memories a second time, they just didn’t understand and were right to be hesitant.

They saw through their water viewing technique that tampering a second time would lead Elska to a destructive path and this is accurate. Had the Titers tried to manipulate her memories again, just like Amnessia, the previous rewrite would become null and void. This would have caused Elska to lash out violently due to her time spent under Gojo’s torturous ways. Those memories would return but her then the currently growing affections towards those in her life at that time would be erased. She wouldn’t have remembered those she came to care for but only the horrors endured on this strange planet and would have been driven to a frightful, devastating madness. With her instinctual and fully unleashed fury through all of this, she would have devastated everything. ‘Imprudent humans.’, Choso notes as the Titers will not find out about the whole, ‘One memory rewrite at a time’ rule until Amnessia brings it to light, which she will. Very entertaining.

‘Amnessia…’, Choso says internally. She is a rare case in regards to Mictlantecuhtli as she is a human but he’s volunteered his protection concerning her. His smile fades as he briefly permits the burdens of her family’s past to flood through him. They were all humans, her people. Gaia has tribes that are similar to the status of clans on Earth and other than his own flesh such as the turned, there’s no aberration from the human form there. Mictlantecuhtli always despised the idea of homo sapiens ever since their design became a thought but unlike other ignorant, greed-filled humans who all eventually forgot about Mictlantecuhtli and other relics, Amnessia’s tribe at least paid tribute to him. They were the least foul of the two-legged, spine derived creatures that infested that planet like roaches. “Memoriam”, he whispers her tribe’s name as if to pay reverence to the people of her line that at least asked forgiveness for existing. Memoriam also bore the weight of repenting for all human sin. Mictlantecuhtli found them respectable, worthy, as their ritualistic practices were intended for the betterment of the future. They were selfless. After the tragedies that befell her people because of his own plots, paths that were necessary to take, he vowed to watch over her and the other survivors, and he still does. She is here on Elska’s side for this very reason. Amnessia is the daughter of the good-natured humans that governed Memoriam and one day, the young woman will discover her true name.

Elska steps out of the shower, blushing to the less neat black set that adorns the bathroom floor with frazzled, fuzzy lace. Briefly reliving the recent sexual escapade, she moans under her breath and runs her hands over the places Choso and Suguru once held. She’s capsized by happiness with having both of them back and releases all of the tolling fears that have been replaced by effulgence. As she dries herself, her gaze aims mindlessly as images of all her beloveds flash behind her eyes. She’s eager to hear Toji’s voice again, to feel the rumbling of Naoya’s laughter and to console her sweet Satoru. Wrapping herself in the black silk robe, she exits the steamy room and suffers chills as the temperature blends and cold air rushes past her.

Suguru’s head lifts when she enters and has to calm himself from the sight of her radiance. He watches Choso walk up to her and pouts his lips in distrust, ‘This fucking guy…’.

Choso merely stares at her with a smile, his arms automatically opening like there’s a sensor where her feet have reached. She shivers against him so he assures, “Naoya will order for that wall to be put back up in the morning.”, and closes his eyes as he holds her preciously. He knows there’re other responsibilities before him but is gratefully enjoying a few moments of pure elation.

Elska hears Suguru shifting so she peers around her hybrid and asks, “There’s plenty of room on the bed, why don’t you come over here?”. She knew the likelihood of his refusing but had to at least try the offer as his long legs fold in order to belong, “That can’t be comfortable!”.

Getou lies back down, rather exhausted, “I appreciate your gesture little one but I’m afraid I must decline. I prefer to have a little head start in case Zenin wakes up and is unenthusiastic to seeing my face.”. He chuckles through the statement for the sake of lightheartedness but in no way, shape or form is he joking. He settles back into the cushions and balls up in protest to the winter chill.

“I guess I understand…”, Elska sighs defeatedly. She longs for the day when her turned finally accept each other but figures that may not be so far away. ‘They’re back…’, she reminds herself, smiling to how that’s good enough for now. She looks from her curled up Titer back to Choso who she was about to speak to but before she can, the hybrid smiles and leaves the room. Her brow lifts but a smirk splits her lips as she comprehends that he’s a few steps ahead of her. ‘Thank you…’, she thinks to the being as he crosses the hall back to the smaller room.

‘He said I know who he is…’, Getou surmises, ‘…but I really don’t.’. He’s having a hard time connecting how the thing from the Final Stage has become one with the being. ‘Is Choso in danger because of it?’. Suguru’s inherent response to that energy is adverse considering the torture he’s survived in that stage. First, there were the endless months he spent learning the time manipulation technique. No one other than himself and Genghis are aware of this though since it’s truly hard to explain how he experienced that in a matter of hours through everyone else’s perception. He endured loops of the initial frenzy and suffered tremendously with being unable to bond with Elska right away. Suguru’s entire demeanor depresses as his heart mimics the same despair that nearly consumed him while in the depths of that training.

Then there’s the most recent situation where he relived all of his worst life experiences repeatedly. It was maddening, cruel and unusual. His fists clench without his notice as the memory of crushing his parents plays ever so freshly in his mind as if it were once dulled. Nightmares made sure it never was. ‘That thing…’, Getou grinds his teeth as he correctly blames it for orchestrating this additional trauma, ‘What do I do about it?’. There’s a piece of Suguru that recognizes its enigmatic air as something important and kin to them all but he can’t make heads or tails as to why. He doesn’t realize that Elska has since sat behind him on the edge of the couch; only after minutes of her caressing does he snap back to the present. “Little one…”, he coos, reaching over his shoulder to hold her hand as he twists to his back.

Elska cups his face, relieved that he doesn’t seem angry like she assumed when he didn’t respond. Her eyes cast over his features, moving from one eye to the other, then down to his nose, lips and back up to his hair. She says nothing as she runs her fingers over his scalp and simply cherishes his being alive and well, whispering, “I’m glad you’re home.”. She catches the way his brow folds, as if he never thought have such a place with her.

“Elska…”, he turns his head to kiss her hand, screwing his eyes shut as he does, “Home?”. Her soft giggles force him to smile as he ponders on this being some kind of hallucination. She leans down with glowing eyes and gently connects their mouths which causes him to feel the domestication in their dynamic blossom. He wants this to be their routine, their norm.

Choso comes back through the door with a blanket and pillow in hand. His own heart flutters to the scene before him as it marks the end of the Titer’s isolation. ‘I regret how much he’s had to endure for the sake of my workings…’, he speaks internally but at least finds resolution in the fact that Suguru Getou will finally experience the security he deserves, ‘I’ve taken everything from you.’. He quietly approaches them bearing the gifts of comfort to which Elska thanks him prior to tucking the large Titer under the blanket.

“Get some rest, ok?”, she whispers before kissing Suguru on the cheek, “And if you need anything, just ask alright?”.

Getou beams warmly in response, wishing she’d cuddle up with him despite there not being much room but nods instead. He’s apprehensive about Gojo waking up after hearing what Choso had to say so he’s not truly planning on sleeping, but rather is going to keep guard over her.

Choso snickers to the attempt to fool them both but of course, he knows Suguru will interfere with Satoru and that would only cause his death. After Elska stands and tells her Titer goodnight, Choso looks down to Getou and says, “Sleep.”.

Suguru instantly falls unconscious and this rubs her the wrong way so she turns to Choso and demands to know why he did that. “He’s defenseless like this!”, she shouts before turning around to glance at Naoya and Toji who she’s sure will be displeased with him being there.

Choso doesn’t like the tone she’s using as it sends agony through his chest. He narrows his eyes, grabs her wrists and forcibly leads her over to the bed. He hears his name in her troubled voice but says nothing until she’s placed before Gojo. “Suguru wasn’t going to rest Elska, he was waiting to defend you against him.”, he explains as he points to the not so silver shaman. She relaxes a bit which tells him she understands but just to make sure he reiterates, “Satoru is going to need you…”, and blasts him with a flash of violet light.

“What did you do?!”, she yelps as she bucks away to frantically check over her Sati. Choso is now starting to exact a menacing demeanor with everyone and she’s picking up on it already. Luckily though, she finds nothing wrong with Gojo but notices the whitening of his hair and studies it with perplexity. Before she can even ask, Choso slumps up behind her and bends her over the mattress.

As he grips her waist and deeply rubs himself into her rear, his eyes glow red with frustration as he wants to take her again. Her little whimpers of ambiguity as she sprawls out over Gojo tempts every indecent fiber of his existence. Mictlantecuhtli growls when her flesh dimples from his fingers and nearly loses sight of his own mission until he senses Yuuji and Nobara returning to the campus, ‘Brother.’.

Elska holds her breath while Choso unmounts her and tenderly helps her to a stand, his behavioral switch throwing her off. “My hybrid?”.

“All I did was ensure that Satoru would wake up before the rest but do not worry yolotli”, he licks across her lips and ignores her stunned expression, “the others will all wake by the morning.”. Choso’s happy to see her eyes light up to the confirmation of his actions, glad that she believes him. “I will return shortly but I wish to see my brother for a while.”.

Elska, far less defensive, hugs the being and grants him leave with her blessing, “Tell them I said hey, will you?”. Choso cackles innocently, a sound that strikes her soul as it can only be her hybrid forming such a distinctive laugh. She knows he’s different but whatever changed within him oddly leaves her with some peace. Sure, he’s doing a lot of strange things and is definitely acting inversely but there’s something about his twisted presence that soothes her. It’s familiar, nurturing even.

Gojo begins to stir which is Choso’s cue to exit and he does so by slipping away his fingers from her pretty neck as he goes to turn. “Everything is going to be alright… but you need to be patient with him.”, he confidently speaks while quickly leaving the room. He stops as he turns the knob to briskly add, “And don’t take any shit from him either. Put him in his place, only you can do that.”. As the door shuts behind him, Choso picks up his pace, walking faster and faster until he leaves through the foyer and heads towards the dorms across the way. He’s very excited to see Itadori but there’s more purpose to this meeting than that. Choso’s caught between aggravation and excitement as he approaches the first building and quietly states, “You owe me an explanation, Sukuna…”.

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Elska cautiously caresses Satoru as he twitches every so often and whimpers in his sleep. She catches the first tear that falls from the corner of his now ashier looking lashes, missing the others that pour out. “Oh Sati…”, she grimaces to the noises he makes, choking on his own breath as if he’s having the worst of dreams, “Sweet Sati…”. She climbs over top of him but bends down to lay on his chest, hoping that her presence can reach him. He does seem to simmer down a bit, granting her respite but after a few seconds of triumph, his arms wrench around her hazardously. Before she understands what’s going on, she’s being slammed against a wall. The air has been knocked out of her lungs, her throat being viced anyway but her fearful eyes glow as Gojo’s crazed two-toned expression hones into her. “He’s frenzied!”, she struggles out, only her knowing what the gurgled words were meant to be.

Gojo lifts her by the neck, pushing her up higher towards the ceiling until her scent catches his attention. “Luuuv-….”, he growls wickedly, squeezing her throat progressively more. His other hand begins clawing at her chest, tearing ribbons of skin away as he peels his love in a belligerent rage.

“Don’t take any shit from him.”, Choso’s words play in her ears, “Put him in his place.”

Something in Elska breaks, or rather, releases. With a wild cry, she swings up her right knee, cracking his elbow to which he doesn’t release her but they both fall to the floor. He viciously growls while gathering to his knees and flings his broken arm to drag her closer. Elska bears her fangs, not at all deterred. He slugs her but she takes the frightful hit as gracefully as possible before pushing her feet up from the ground to launch her lower half upwards. They grapple for a few but she’s ultimately determined enough and successfully wraps her thighs around his neck and then bends backwards to extend his injured extremity out. She put him in an arm-bar. Elska snarls into the air as she uses her entirety to pull his arm out of socket, needing to injure his offense before this gets out of control and he becomes serious. “SAAAATII!”, she screams in her lowly voice as his shoulder finally gives, his own roars competing to be heard. She swiftly scurries back over top of him, fighting horrendously to keep his long flailing body against the floor. He bucks up, she gains air. He tries to roll over, she’s straddles for balance. He disappears.

“Shit…”, she huffs, stilled momentarily in distress. It doesn’t last long though because as she gulps and closes her eyes, he can be heard behind her. She waits…patiently. When Satoru lunges with his animalistic cries, Elska rolls to her side, dodging him. There’s no time to lose though and she’s come to see this so she tears open her own wrist and fills her mouth with the blood. Gojo pushes from the floor over in her direction and when he does, Elska connects a back fist across his beautiful face, her heart compressing in response. ‘There’s no time…’, she tells herself again, climbing over his battered form and latching her lips to his own to force feed her essence. It’s instantaneous almost, how his hypertonicity fades. He threatening hands cling to her affectionately, his shrieks turned to muffled moans resounding between swallows.

Gojo focuses his view and blinks to her glowing ones inches from his face, startling him. He doesn’t throw her off or anything but he sits up with a quickness and holds his head as he takes in her injuries. “LOVE!”, he shouts as her bloodied chin shows pearly whites between lips that turn upwards to a satisfied grin. He tries to pick her up but feels the pain from his dangling arm and gasps, “What the fuck happened to us?!”, but then he actually starts to remember.

“Shhh…”, Elska crawls into his lap and pushes her hair over her shoulder, “You need more, Sati…”, drawing him into her neck. She feels his quivering lips against her skin but cradles his head and tells him, “You’re alright, everything is alright.”. His high whines sound so foreign, his trembling body so unlike the man she knows. She thinks he’s going to pierce her until he wails into her neck, prompting her to study his eyes.

“I…”, Gojo sobs while frantically folding up the skin he raked from her chest, as if it would be fine and link like puzzle pieces. “FUCK!”, he peers to his own stained hands that have her blood and tissues under his nails, “I… I did it again!”, he darts his tearing eyes to Elska.

“I’m ok Sati!”, she sniffles and holds him once more, “You can’t help it either! Don’t blame yourself!”. Waves of his breath create humidity in the small area where he cries, his hands defeatedly out beside him as if he doesn’t want to touch her. Digging her chin into the top of his head, she solidifies her hold to express to him that she’ll never let him go. “Just feed Sati, I will too, ok?”, she nuzzles her face into his palish hair, “I’ll explain everything, just do it…please.”.

Satoru inhales sharply through his teeth, terrorized by what he’s done. The images of her struggling to breathe near the ceiling where he pinned her, blind him mercilessly. “My-…love.”, he chokes out, sensing her desperation to get him under control. It depletes him of his wits, her never ending devotion to the monster that never fails to fucking hurt her. “I- I can’t...”.

Elska feels how unstable he remains and is growing anxious with his current lack of reason. He’s always been a very direct man but there’s something different about the crumpled display she’s tangled into that causes her to shed more tears. “Yes…”, she pulls away and lifts his chin so she can see his eyes, “You can.”. His two-toned hue illuminates more as his eyes flare open and refracts from his wettened lashes.

Gojo studies the colorful dashes beaming down at him and comprehends that his vicious little Elska in her true form but is being incredibly gentle. His six-eyes detect something within her that’s evolved, a variance he still can’t quite finger but its so immensely overpowering that he’s left in awe. As he speechlessly looks up to his woman, she bends her neck to tenderly meet lips. Another tear streams down his face as she exacts how understanding she is yet again.

“I love you Sati…so much…”, she whispers into him, “When will you learn that there is nothing, and I mean nothing that you could do to lose my love?”. He finally responds positively and saves words in order to kiss her back, normalcy slowly creeping over them. She means for him to feed immediately but his uncharacteristic submissiveness draws her in as she also needs him to know how irreplaceable he is. She cups his face but turns it to the side as she trails her lips across his cheek to his ear where she lets out a soft gasp before trapping his lobe.

Her passion calls to him but his culpability keeps him weighted with confliction. She’s trying to speak the language he wields best, the physical kind. Usually this would distract him without issue but the fact remains that he’s met with this strange affliction that keeps him depressed.

Elska, catches wind of the usual rouse not working and decides she needs to ramp it up a bit. She can sense through his energy that he’s still rather dejected and not back to normal, that of which she isn’t having. Removing the fastener from her robe she looks down to her tear-stained lover and commands, “Arms above your head.”.

Satoru eyes her oddly but heeds the demand, wincing to his worthless arm as she ties them together at the wrists but then secures that to the post on the bed. When she tugs it, he’s forced to scoot closer until his shoulders are at least resting against the mattress, his legs laid out straight in front of him. He doesn’t understand why she’s doing this but also isn’t about to question her while the dashes persist in her eyes.

“So, you feel badly, my sweet Sati?”, she taunts as she straddles him once more. His confusion is blatant but she also perceives his trust when he nods. “What you’re feeling is accountability…”, she sweetly explains as she yanks down his pants to his knees, finding that he’s still not aroused. ‘Is he actually ok?’, she wonders nervously while maintaining her masterful air, ‘This isn’t like him at all.’. She removes her robe to consume him with nudity as she lightly drags her nails down his abs, “Most people feel that all the time Sati, but you’re unique.”.

He shuts his eyes and attempts to focus on what she’s doing instead of the demons raging within. Her wild call resounds however, causing them to open as the gusts of wind sail past him to expose all four of her wings.

She smiles amiably as he gawks at them, lifting his chin when his curiosity subsides to be replaced with that same lamentable expression. “You’ve done many terrible things and have escaped the emotional repercussions for a long time…”, she notices his eyes feign pain to her words, “But you do not have to suffer this alone for you will never be alone.”. His jaw tenses as if he’s in disbelief so she continues, “This must be love.”.

Gojo inhales shakily and whimpers to the beautiful memory as the only woman he’s ever wanted to be with forces him to understand that it’s still reciprocated. She leans down and hovers over his lips before finishing her speech with, “My King.”. Suddenly everything is clearer. Yes, he still has mountains of guilt to dig through, countless slain faces to reckon with but he also still has enemies to devour, people to protect her from. He is hers and she is his. His voice returns with strength, the same tenacity as before, “My love”.

Elska’s lips part when she feels his throbbing member take breath and excitedly squeals as she attacks him with fevered kisses. His own low and spacey chuckles interrupt their timing as lips meet teeth but this doesn’t dare ruin the moment. She shifts her weight to her knees, stealing his hardened flesh for herself and bears his girth as she works down over it. She’s pleased when Gojo’s head whips back in pleasure and he presents with half-lidded eyes that seemingly stain the whitened disheveled locks. It’s only now that she questions if his physical appearance changed from evolution or from psychological stress, praying it wasn’t the latter.

Nothing matters but her and their loved ones; the turned, the junior shaman, their friends. Her sensuality as she slowly rides him pulls these realizations back to the forefront where they belong. He can’t stand to see her lacerations caused by literally his own hand though so with nothing but a growl to gain her attention, he tells her through thought, ‘You feed first my love’, and turns his head away so she can. Her lack of hesitation fuels him with their bond, how he comprehends that she’s willing to bargain with him even under circumstances such as this. When her fangs puncture him, he’s so overcome with euphoria that he breaks his restraints, post included, to embrace her wholly.

She whimpers uncontrollably to his essence, the flavor he feigns is so much viler now. It’s enchanting. She mumbles his name in between gulps while he lifts her thighs to plunge her with ecstasy. This is her Sati, the poisonous man that changed her life the day he decided her existence belonged to him. She loves him. She loves every ounce of bitterness that flows through his veins, every murderous thought the trickles in his mind. It’s so pleasing, his seasoning. Far after her wounds have healed, she takes in more just to decipher his feelings, to ensure he’s stable. It’s a hard thing to concentrate on when his wonderful divider splits her core as his beautiful moans confine her ears. She tastes that the prolonged combination of her bite and body are whisking him away to his end though so she lifts her head and closes his marks, falling in love all over again.

Satoru huddles her against his chest but then flips her over to her back, chunks of wood splintering from the floor as her wings make first contact. She doesn’t release them but rather folds them around his body as if to symbolize her protective nature regarding him. He doesn’t know how its possible, but she’s never appeared more beautiful to him than she is in this moment. It steals his breath away honestly, how she expectantly stares up to him with open arms, welcoming his feeding like it’s a gift. First, he enters her once more but slowly, tenderly. She slickens him and clenches to whatever expression he wears, becoming so mesmerized by the dashes that dissolve any superficial barriers between them. He can be himself. He pulls out of her but ducks down to suckle her sensitive bundle of nerves as there’s nothing more he wants to do than demonstrate his unwavering obsession. His arm throbs horribly but while in this setting, he uses that to indulge his affinity to pain. “You are everything to me…”, he speaks into that second favorite smile of his prior to unleashing his oral prowess that causes her to contort and cry out. “Yes love…”, he calls to her, “Cum on my tongue.”.

Elska recognizes his mannerisms and smiles deviously to his tone as she arches. When he feeds it into her and twists his tongue, a surprised gasps escapes her. When he stops to tend to her clitoris again though, she whimpers into a loud moan that must have held all of her volume. She most certainly does cum on him and her eyes nearly cross from the fact that it was him that demanded it. Her pheromones are billowing inside but she hasn’t a single qualm about letting them out so she does so without restriction. Cool air circulates between her legs as his heat dissipates but she feels his body lowering over hers and does her best to not look as much of a mess as she must be. As she exhales deeply to try and survive the remnants of the orgasm, his lips steal her purpose and are commandeered for his liking.

Gojo loves how she doesn’t shy away from drinking in her own arousal, and moans wantonly as he pushes back through her folds. Her healed body teases him as her breasts bounce from his thrusts, suctioning him deeper. He props his busted arm under her elevated back and keeps her anchored with his weight as he licks into the crook of her neck. The sound of their skin slapping together sings to him like a song he’s not heard in forever and as much as he’d love to visualize his length plowing her, he remains as he is, needing to indulge in their intimacy. He rolls his hips to a stop, completely sheathed by her as he finally forms his fangs. Her eyes flash up to him, colorful and full of emotion as she anticipates his bite. “I know you have to do something to this world, love…”, he speaks with abated breath as she curiously stalks him, “…and I don’t care what that is. I will help you.”.

Elska, caught off guard by his seemingly random declaration, runs a hand through his sweaty hair and asks, “You remember me saying that?”. It feels like a lifetime ago but she recalls the conversation when she was in the other form explaining her origins. He nods yes and smiles before bending down to flick his tongue along her nipple, causing her core to flutter around his buried length.

“You said the stipulation the Oda’s must fulfil is ending humanity, correct?”, he asks it so casually as he licks a stripe up her entire breast.

Elska’s brow furrows, caught between his ministrations and meaning, “Do you mean to tell me that you have no reservations over that?”. Sure, Satoru Gojo is a menace but she’s tongue-tied over his easy condemnation of the world.

“None.”, he confesses as he starts working his hips once more. They’re soon panting into each other but he manages to add, “Your debts are my debts. Your desires, my own.”. Her expression reads bewilderment but her body tells the truth as she tightens around him. “Fuck the humans, love. They would never treat you kindly anyways. They’re filth; conniving little flesh sacks that would try to end you if they weren’t so weak.”.

Elska clings to her sweet Sati as he charms her body and mind alike. The veiny rod of her conqueror drags through her walls as his lecherous presence shines without a veil. ‘He means it.’, she admits as his caring, wildly ominous eyes adore her from above.

“I definitely do mean it.”, he clarifies verbally with a calamitous smirk that he lowers to her lips. He slips his tongue into her and slows his rhythm as he’s not wanting to end this perfect space in time where they currently exist. Satoru has always hated everything about this world; the clans, the shaman society, the elders, the stupid fucking non-shaman they’re sworn to protect. It’s all worthless or corrupt. “Fuck the King too. I’ll kill him and every single one of his turned…”, he snarls into her as he senses her nearing finality. “That fucking cunt will never-…”, Gojo moans to the heat building in his groin as she cries out his name, “He will never take you away from us, my love.”. His moans turn to grunts as she convulses around him, her physical response to his actions and stance twisting his testicles into a warm sensation of release. “You belong here with me…”, he whines as he desperately staves off his own end until he makes his point, thrusting, “and Naoya…and Toji…”, his hips stutter as he loses his own battle, “and Getou…and Cho-…”, he groans profoundly as he fills her, “sssso.”.

Elska releases her wings and coddles Satoru when he breathlessly collapses overtop of her. She strokes his hair while they catch their breath, her mind stuck on his readiness to literally turn this world upside down. It should be corrosive but, in all actuality, it makes her feel as if this is indeed the right course to take. Choso said he’d do anything for her but she wasn’t expecting this. Elska knows Satoru means it though, from the very bottom of his obsidian heart and promises, “I will remain with you…forever.”.

Gojo lifts his head to view her and brushes the stray strands from her face attentively, “Then forever it is.”. Howling wind from the hall jars the latched bedroom door, giving the façade that something is haunting them. No other distractions exist however as they lay against the cold floor, glistening from the ramifications of satisfaction. Something nearly left his lips as they stalled into this moment together, words he never fathomed would take life of their own. He almost proposed. This is shocking to him but not entirely as the initial wave of “WHAT THE FUCK GOJO”, dispels and leaves him to comprehend that this desire is unavoidable. “Love?”, he sheepishly asks but looks away nervously when she giggles, “You wouldn’t marry me, would you?”.

Elska’s entire body jolts as if he’d cursed her but its only because she’s now concerned again, “Are you feeling ok, Sati?”. She’s never needed the title of marriage and he’s never shown interest in it either and although she would happily be his wife, she looks over her should to barely see Naoya’s profile and subjects to the knowledge of that crushing her prince.

“I’m fine!”, Gojo laughs it off and hides his frown, having caught what gave her hesitation. He’d honestly forgotten about his Zenin friend for a minute there and didn’t mean to put her in that kind of predicament. He chews his lip while trying to save them both from this awkward pause but her voice breaks his train of thought.

“Isn’t it weird that you are my boyfriend but we’re both considerate of my lover?”, she couldn’t help but state the obvious as when spoken, it almost doesn’t make sense. It comes off insane actually. They share a laugh of irony that fizzles out to his lips meeting her neck.

“When you put it that way, I sound like a fucking chode!”, he snickers playfully as he forms his fangs. He’s not lost his interest in this topic but would rather come back to it after he works out a few kinks, “Naoya is important to me too though, love and I know how much he means to you…”. He skips his daggers across her skin, thirst drying his tongue, “Maybe you will have to marry all of us.”, he delivers this message hintingly.

“No one-…”, she shivers in preparation for his penetration, “is going to honor such a union, Sati…”, but says it in a way that conveys her adherence to an idea like that, “…not that they matter. I love every single one of you…”.

“Exactly.”, he jeers into her skin, “And who the fuck is going to stop us?”. She whimpers to his fangs as he clamps into her flesh, the story of her state sending signals to his brain. He’s given the image of the budding plant and inhales brashly when seeing how much it’s grown. ‘Little Zenin, huh?’, he smiles to himself while sifting through other parts of her. Something he tastes is new. As Satoru gently guides her backwards to the floor and begins to decode, an alarming message is sent through his mind.

“You must know.”

His lids flare open, the light from them even blinding himself so he squints. He inherently understands what this ancient voice is and his six-eyes go into overdrive as they work with his new sensory abilities since being turned and break down loads of information within a second.

“You will know.”

His retinas begin to heat up from the intense light filtering through him but it’s like the muscular contraction when electrocuted, he can’t break away. He hears Elska’s voice calling to him but there’s nothing he can do as his six-eyes and infinity now couple in efforts to unlock the new visible variances that have troubled him for so long. He’s fucking stuck.

“Meet with me.”

He wails in agony as his head feels it may implode, her blood surging from his lips as he coughs and struggles to maintain bodily functions. His ears ring from the pressure and violet light invades his surging eyes.

“Save her.”

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 83 - Every Last Drop 🔞

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Nanami slides his back down against the door, thumping gently when reaching the floor. Huddled over, he pulls at his hair, ashamed for having falling victim to the bond. His despicable thirst for Elska is currently driving him mad and it’s simultaneously fueled by the guilt he harbors for having these feelings. ‘I wanted to…’, he thinks to himself as he rummages through the newly added fantasies within his mind. He wanted to pounce, invade and own her.

In a sentient moment of rage, Kento starts clawing at his own eyes after heeding the glow they produce against his clothes. It bothers him so deeply, the fact that he feels like a passenger in his own body, his own mind. He feels like he’s losing control. He thinks back to her in the dress, the way her little breasts would look falling out of it, her scent and how sweet is would smell mixed with his sweat. Elska’s eyes. His nature compels him to imagine how pretty and wide they’d appear while he filled her throat, the taboo enjoyment over their forbidden act. “Fuck…”, he moans under his breath as his pants tighten. He can’t even help it; her very image riles him. “Not her…not Oda.”, he mumbles to himself in a harsh voice, “I’ve never even felt that way about her!”, tears streaming down his face.

Shoko opens her eyes and blinks a few times as they focus to the familiar and daunting ceiling. Her heart shocks to a stop, fear cascading over her body as she recognizes the room. The room. Her whole life changed in here. She jolts upward in bed, having heard the soft rudderless and incoherent noises from the doorway. Her eyes widen. She’s not sure if this is a dream or reality but all she can focus on is her memory of the attempted bonding. She’s never seen him cry before so she’s stuck in the purgatory of stagnant fear why wondering, ‘Is it really not over yet?’. She’s under the guise that Nanami still isn’t himself. When he swings an angered fist into the floor, she gasps and sensitively balls up against the headboard.

Nanami lifts his head and they stare at each other for a few unsavory seconds, neither knowing what the other will do. His lips part and he reaches out a hand in leu of words he wouldn’t even know where to begin constructing. He’s too far to actually touch her but she still jerks away apprehensively, dually shattering his heart. ‘She’s fucking terrified of me…’, he realizes all at once, leading him to lower his head again to boil in the sin of his actions. He can only be reminded of what he did to her while he was frenzied and it scars his existence.

Shoko sees his mannerisms and is now far more confused than when she woke. After finally breathing again, she loses her hypertonicity some and brings her hands to her face for a much-needed relief filled sigh. “Oh Kento…”, she gasps, tears welling in her eyes to the comprehension that the nightmare is indeed over. “Kento…come here, please.”.

Nanami wipes his eyes but stays huddled on the floor. Tucking his face back towards the ground with his arms resting around it on his knees, his broken, nearly non-existing voice tells her, “I want to Ieiri, but I don’t deserve to.”.

“No sweetie...please, don’t think that way. It wasn’t your fault!”, Shoko chokes out through her emotions while maneuvering out of the bed. She stumbles at first with declined balance but braces herself along the mattress and uses it to slowly cruise in his direction. As she takes the last few steps, he scoots away and falls deeper into his heartache but she refuses to allow him to wallow in these uncertainties. It’s true, he scared the shit out of her. It’s true, he hurt her when he was in that state. It’s also true however, that she loves him and would do whatever she could to ensure his understanding of that. It’s unconditional.

Nanami sobs aloud once when her delicate fingers can be felt rubbing up his back. She doesn’t try to force him but rather gives him time to ease into her comforting, which was completely necessary. It’s everything for him though, she is everything. He knows what he did however, to her, to Elska, and this unruly calamity rampages through his soul as Ieiri’s gentle touch defies it to create tranquility. ‘How do I tell her? She needs to know…’, but how does he go about such tragic disclosure?

Shoko climbs onto his legs, making him straighten his knees. She lifts his chin and grazes her fingertips along his cheek as his watering eyes stare up into her own. “Kento?”, she calls to him while combing through his unusually messy hair, “You are still the man I love and the one I want to be with.”.

Nanami leans his head into her touch and automatically calms down but wishes to hide his quivering lips. He doesn’t understand her loyalty, her trust or care but she brings him such serenity, sanity, reason. These were all things that he wondered if he were capable of ever conceptualizing again. When their lips gently meet, his brow angles and a soft moan escapes him in form of her name. This is where he’s supposed to be, with her. With Ieiri. Everything is finally beginning to make sense again. His arms wrap around her without thought and pulls her in closer habitually. She is not his master but she’s the one that feels right as Elska couldn’t be farther from his thoughts.

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Satoru has been enjoying this taunting session, he always loves pushing buttons. He’s doing his best to make Genghis fumble; he needs to expose the Titer. Ever since Gojo heard about Temujin’s grand scheme for Elska and her army, Satoru suspected there was far more here than meets the six eyes. The plan was too perfect.

Temujin feels like he’s walking on eggshells, that the solid floor itself is the most brittle fucking platform he’s ever stood upon. He can’t give Gojo more to ammo to work with, the fucker is already hot on his tail after his blow up. ‘Lady Oda…’, he thinks while glancing down to the comatose Suguru, ‘One day I’ll explain how this is all your fault.’. If only she’d not turned Satoru Gojo, things wouldn’t be so uncertain. Fuck, the silver shitbag was already unstoppable before, but luck could’ve maybe helped. There was hope. King Bengill was always going to be slain but the battle can’t be so decisive otherwise the King’s forces may retreat posthumously, therefore not leading to Satoru’s demise. This only enhances Temujin’s vile hatred for the endlessly prevailing Gojo. ‘What can I do to help ruin you?’, his eyes now fixated back on the snow-haired arrogant asshole standing 3ft away, ‘How do I make you falter?’. Genghis, exasperated beyond measure over that smug grin, curses himself for not coming back into the picture sooner. Everything would be different had Kokoro not been left to finish raising Suguru. They would’ve long had Elska if Suguru would have been groomed more appropriately and their clan would’ve already had the respect that Mugoi demagogically pissed away.

“Don’t want to talk to me anymore?”, Gojo slyly questions with fictitious dejection. The dark eyes that flash up to him stir his blood, an exhilaration that can only be understood by someone as gore-driven as himself. Gojo licks his lips, now considering that perhaps he can draw the truth out of the Titer from a feeding. “I wonder what you taste like?”, he asks this with such an audacious lack of sentiment, as if he’s hinting that Genghis doesn’t actually have a choice.

Temujin’s heart races, thudding in his ears and drowning out everything around them. Gojo already understands how to decode and this is something Genghis simply wasn’t prepared for. It should’ve taken more time, more practice, it’s an actual skill. ‘He’ll know…’, Temijun grimaces, resuming his menacing glare while slowly raising to his feet to step away from Amnessia. ‘Can I survive this skirmish?’, he wonders as his skin clams against his robes, the liquid hostility and danger condensing into perspiration as the threat he senses from Gojo breeds.

Satoru takes an aloof move forward, brimming to the way Genghis actively retreats. He chuckles, “Come on, I thought we were getting along!”, and proceeds to near the Titer, “I like to drink from everyone. It’s become, how do I say…”, Gojo takes another step and lowers his tone, “a hobby.”. A smirk unleashes across his face when Temujin gathers energy for an attack but can’t help notice his stance. Gojo recognizes it, ‘but from where? It’s so familiar…’. It’s far more advanced than any of the other Titers he’s encountered. ‘Strange.’, he decides, feeling the answer on the tip of his tongue. Titers are not known for their ability to fight, its actually quite the opposite and is partially why they’re mocked. They are powerful and to be regarded but they are typically of no strategical threat in the trenches. Satoru studies the Titer’s preparatory form with narrow eyes and ignores the muddle on Temujin’s face. A light flicks on in Gojo’s head and his thinned view opens fully with enlightenment.

Genghis gulps and holds his pose nervously, not liking whatever epiphany was just stumbled upon as the two-toned red and blue glowing eyes melt away the eggshells from under his feet to leave nothing at all.

“Where did you learn to fight like that?”, Gojo’s voice lacks emotion aside from the anticipation of discovery. Genghis’s stance is just like Elska’s. Of course, Satoru is aware of Temujin’s time spent in Elska’s world but there’s something more here. He senses a nostalgia between them that goes beyond acquiring the same fighting style eruditely and it’s because of how Genghis angles his body. His feet face Satoru but his upper half is twisted away from the hunter Titer in the bed and everything else. His back is being left wide open, which strikes as unique. Gojo raises an eyebrow while contemplating on how Elska has always avoided being trapped flat against a wall on missions because before she had stabilized metal feathers, her wings would be rendered useless against such a structure. ‘I automatically became aware of that disadvantage too once I was turned…’, Gojo clicks his tongue. It’s instinctual.

All of the pressure in the room feels like its caving in on Genghis’s chest. ‘You’re kidding me!!! How is he figuring me out?!’, he screams in the confines of his own soul. Temujin fucked up and they’re both all too aware of it. Gojo lifts his leg as if to walk but warps out of view.

“You should tell me about your real connection with Gaia and that worthless King.”.

Genghis attempts an escape but Satoru roars roguishly and tackles him to the floor. He struggles to squirm away but the silver shaman has basically mounted himself on top of him. “GET OFF OF ME SATORU GOJO!!!”, he screams vehemently as spit sprays from his lips. He grunts and intensifies his presence when his face becomes anchored into the clay floor.

“Not until I have my little snack.”, Gojo seethes while forming his fangs, “I wonder if you’ll have more to offer than Suguru. He’s truly in the dark, isn’t he?”. Satoru languidly trails his finger across the Titer’s nape until he grabs the golden collar and yanks it back. He leans down and chuckles with candor, “I tasted nothing ingenuine and that’s why he gets to live. Getou isn’t the real issue here and I’m aware of that. He just wants to fuck and taste my love but hey, I want to see it! He’s perfect for my ideas as well, quite the aggressive lover that one. But you…”, Gojo growls and feels Temujin’s body tense up which indicates the veracity of his suspicions, “You have her twisted into your web. You are invested in my love in ways that are unnatural. You want to take her from me…”. He rests all of his weight into the man beneath him, partially tantalized by the memories of his frenemy experience and the violence he’s about to be able to justify, “The thing is, I will never let her go”. He opens his mouth wide enough to engage in a successful puncture.

Screams erupt through the room, causing Gojo to lose his focus and turn to Choso and Amnessia. Genghis, comprehending that the rescue mission went horribly, desperately bucks up and elbows Satoru in the face to catch her before she hit the floor.

“Cunt!”, Gojo snarls, rubbing his nose. It didn’t hurt but that’s not the point, he’s made indignant by the cheap shot. He was too late to help Choso too and regrets this as the hybrid collides into the floor. “Whoops.”.

“I HAVE TO TELL NAOYA!”, Choso screams, still kind of dazed. “Naoya!”

“Woah, woah now, hold up there my friend!”, Gojo taps the side of the being’s face until Choso seems more acquainted with where he is, “What happened in there?”, he asks while bring his eyes to Suguru, waiting for the Titer to awaken as well. Gojo turns around to find Amnessia crying, cradled up into Genghis’s arms. ‘So, she’s his weakness?’, Satoru asks himself, monitoring again how the ersatz head acts completely different around the girl. ‘I really hope that’s the one Megumi likes.’, he thinks with a spiteful smirk.

“He…”, Choso coughs, his body still stinging from the pain of being crushed, “…ejected us. I don’t think Getou realized…”, he heaves in air, “who we were.”. The being groans and grabs his side while lying on the floor, “That technique is going to be highly effective against our kind.’. Choso’s happy to share this but also wishes he could’ve found out some other way. It kills him to know that Elska’s felt that attack full on but leads Choso to admire her more for having such a big, forgiving heart. Amnessia’s frightened wails shatter him though, the tear-jerking reminder that he couldn’t protect her at all. Agonized, he closes his eyes and grits his teeth while he pushes himself from the floor.

“It’s ok now darling…”, Temujin rocks Amnessia in his arms while they sit collapsed into each other on the chilling floor. Her pretty hands cling to his robes, her melanin-blessed skin contrasting beautifully with his gold. He ignores the mystery man’s scent, hiding it from his own mind while hoping this is the time to win back her good graces. He will be there for her.

Gojo pulls Choso to his feet and even dusts the hybrid off, “So he’s not going to wake up?”, he asks while wishing for a different outcome. When Choso shakes his head no and looks away shamefully, Gojo pats his shoulder and assures, “It’s ok, no big deal. We’ll figure it out!”, and smiles warmly to the being who seems to appreciate that. Satoru now turns around and uses Amnessia’s sorrows to help lubricate his turning gears since it was somewhat soothing. How do they pull Getou out of this coma? Who the fuck is Temujin Genghis? What color panties are hugging Elska’s mound right now? Why can’t his 6 eyes explain that nuance in this Titer? So many thoughts. He hears Genghis threaten, “Leave her be!.”, which snaps him out of his mind to find the Titer waving off a concerned Choso. ‘This fucking golden cunt…’.

Amnessia gathers herself up, less afraid but shaken by the whole experience. Getting crushed was brutal but having to witness the cruel end of her old friend deems worse. Someone else crosses her mind though and sparks within her, purpose. The sweet young man is somehow making himself comfortable at the jagged edges of her heart, ‘Megumi Fushiguro…’. While attempting to regulate her shaky breathing, she screws her eyes shut and forces herself to kindly repel her former lover. Confusion is an understatement when referring to her very own little love triangle but she’s made pliable and guidable by the images of the junior shaman in her mind. She wants to return to him. Amnessia’s puffy brown eyes comb the environment until they find Gojo and the way he’s already gazing at her riddles her with insecurity. ‘If they tell Megumi about this, he might not understand!’, the very idea causing her to stand upright, pretending to be suddenly disenchanted by Temujin.

“Are you alright dear?”, Genghis can sense her emotional flatlining so to not pry, he awkwardly airs his hands around her as if to pad her with invisible armor. She nods but averts her eyes, causing Temujin to feel a pit forming in his stomach. ‘Who is this other?’, he sulks in a type of defeated jealousy even while knowing that his master is the barrier that will always come between them.

“You have reasons to return with us, don’t you?”, Gojo questions her with malicious intent. He’s kind of fishing here, still wanting to deduce if she’s with Megs because love is war and Satoru intends for Genghis to suffer. Amnessia doesn’t say anything but its clear that she’s incredibly uncomfortable. ‘Too circumstantial,’ he sighs.

“She doesn’t ha-…”, Genghis starts to speak up.

“Wasn’t asking you.”, Gojo gleams with dominance as the Titer’s eyes target him with the purest of hatred. “She can speak for herself.”. Gojo has to hold in the laugh over the irony of him taking this moral high ground and imagines what Toji’s face would look like if he were hearing it. It takes him back to their first threesome which fleetingly softens Gojo’s demeanor. He laments for having ostracized himself that fateful night but it’s still one of his fondest memories, despite himself. Satoru’s actually learned a lot from Toji and some of the lessons were imperative stepping stones for Gojo’s emotional growth, this probably explaining the indestructible affinity he bears for Fushiguro.

Choso, who’s skin is crawling under this tension, worriedly views Suguru. He knows they have to get him back, that Elska wants him home. “Wait a minute!”, he cheerfully whips around to Gojo, “Elska synced to him too!”. The being notices Amnessia light up and adds, “Getou might respond to her better!”.

Gojo sighs because that would mean Elska would be made to know his condition. That’s not a big issue but, ‘How the fuck do I keep all of this from Naoya? He’s going to freak out and grow tits or become a thick ass vengeful worm curse, who knows…’. He mauls over this a bit but then decides that Elska is probably the right answer since, in his eyes, she’s the cure for everything. “I guess we’ll have to involve my love…”, he relents but glances to Genghis, “Since the current head here won’t even try to go in there.”

Amnessia, though estranged from Temujin, immediately claps back with the shielding clarification, “Someone has to be responsible for the compound.”. Satoru’s light blue eyes darken and dart to her but it’s the expression he wears that brings her to unease. It’s as if he’s studying her like she’s some kind of horned specimen, with his inquisitive glare that searches for meaning.

‘That sounded rather rehearsed…’, Gojo notes, ‘She even had the same cadence in her voice.’. He now sees Amnessia a little differently. ‘Is she on this cunt’s side?’, he angrily glances over to Genghis and snarls under his breath. That wouldn’t be too far-fetched, right? There’s no exaggeration to noticing how Genghis gave the same exact sorry cut and dry explanation, verbatim. “Whatever you say.”, Satoru retorts as nonchalantly as possible all while coming to the conclusion that, ‘She knows something.’. Amnessia may have to replace his informative snack.

Temujin caught a glimpse of the silver shaman’s glowing eyes and clenches his fist. ‘He’s onto her…’, the Titer surmises with nausea gripping his gut. ‘She didn’t seem to pick up on that either.’. What can he do right now though? Choso and Gojo both being his opposition does not leave the odds in his favor. But he also can’t leave this alone and do nothing. Not only will he be found out but Genghis doesn’t think for a second that Amnessia would be spared with her unspoken knowledge. She’s standing so close to him but is beyond his reach that it’s sickening. He’s not so sure she’d listen to him anyway at this point, about anything he’d have to say but still, he looks upon her with the vision of a man deeply involved. Dedicated to the woman that was never supposed to mean anything to him.

“We should go back and update everyone so we can, you know…”, Choso’s anxious voice carries off, “…figure this out.”. He hears Gojo think to him, ‘Is that the girl Megumi has been hanging around?’, to which Choso conspicuously nods yes.

Satoru claps his hands together, “Yep, I think I’m sick of being here too buddy, lets all three of us go back.”. He peps up and spins towards Amnessia while holding out his hand, “You coming?”. He doesn’t even allow her to fully answer before he pulls her closer and smiles to Genghis saying, “Until next time!”, the three of them swiftly disappearing.

Sain has been awake and heard everything. He lies there with his eyes closed, pretending to sleep for he’s afraid to be implicated. He’s never trusted Genghis. Something’s always seemed off with him but at the same time, Sain cannot bring himself to merely believe everything that spills from Gojo’s mouth. Satoru himself is the single most hated and feared individual around these parts. Gojo’s definitely a monster but to Sain, Genghis is more of an enigma.

“GODDD DAMNITTTTTTTTTTT!”, Genghis screams, furious with himself, with Gojo, with the world. He kicks a stool nearby, feeling no better as it flings across the room chaotically. “FUCKING PSYCHO!!”. What does he do? He races over to pick up the stool in order to sit, all while frantically thinking of different ways to get to Amnessia. ‘She’s in fucking danger!’, he iterates to himself. Could he abduct her? Win her over? Ask her to forget what she knows? “That’s it!”.

Sain nearly blows his cover when he hears Genghis launch back to his feet because the sound created from the skidding rubber feet. It was quite startling.

For a moment, triumph flows through his veins. Satoru Gojo is a major quagmire but, ‘If she doesn’t have any memory of my secret, she’ll not be in harm’s way.’. Like another similar circumstance, though this has purposefully not been revealed to anyone else, Genghis can always reverse it.

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“You need to make the bed too!”, Nobura exclaims with an expression that asks, seriously?

Megumi sighs, “I was!!”, and finishes placing the last tea light candle along the nightstand before turning around and rearranging the sheets. They’ve been organizing his room, trying to set the ‘I’m sorry, I’m an ass’ mood for Amnessia’s return. ‘It has to be perfect.’. He stands back after having smoothed out the wrinkles in the top blanket and takes a deep breath that doesn’t relieve him one bit. Turning to Nobura, he asks, “Do you think she’ll like it? Is it enough? Too much?”.

Kugisaki skips over to Megumi, and brushes off his shoulders. He’s wearing a black button up with black jeans, looking sharp, but refused to style his hair. He’s been rather snippy but Nobura comprehends that he’s simply out of his comfort zone. Smiling, she pushes his shoulders back, cuing him to end his slouching, “I think you’ll impress the clothes right off of her!”, and laughs to his reddening face. Nobura is practically ecstatic over his showing interest in someone and will use all of her power to help him along his journey of love.

“Th-…that’s not what I’m trying to do!!!”, he defends himself immediately. Sure, he wouldn’t mind such an outcome but he’s trying to apologize, not dig a deeper hole, “She’s not even like that anyways.”. He shyly looks towards the bed, remembering how Amnessia cared for him daily in the midst of his worst days, “I just want her to know how special as she is…how grateful I am.”.

Nobura nearly tears up but hugs him tightly and squeals instead, can’t ruin the makeup now, “I am sooooo happy for you Megs! Any girl would be lucky to have you!”. She pulls away from him but roughly rubs his back while they glance over the room again, “All you’ll have to do is light them and everything will be set. Did you charge your thing?”, she asks with a lifted eyebrow.

“Crap, no!”, Megumi dashes to his dresser and pulls out a portable speaker, “Not that it matters, I doubt she’ll like my music anyways…”, but that doesn’t stop him from bringing it to the small tall table where the outlet is located. When he sees the little red light he grins and stands proudly, “Charging!”.

“Alright stud”, Nobora cheers while picking up some of the clothes she grabbed for Nanami and Shoko per Elska, “Let’s go get the rest of the drinks and get you back to your lady!”. She giggles while intertwining their arms to head down the hall, “I hope she knows she’s in for a long, steamy night!”. She laughs further when Megumi stiffens like a pole from discomfiture.

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“I really don’t know if I have anything that will fit Shoko…her boobs are huge!”, Elska whines, rummaging through her drawers. She catches a glimpse of the golden robes brought by Getou and though she doesn’t remove them, she squeezes the cloth symbolically. ‘My Titer, where are you?’, she wonders as her eyes climb the furniture to find the bouquets of metal roses that are a little lower than her eye level. She senses that something is wrong with Suguru but is waiting patiently because of Satoru’s request.

“Well worst-case scenario, she can just wear one of our shirts.”, Toji suggests while walking up behind her, averting himself from comparing their breast sizes. He can tell that Elska didn’t hear him though, she’s zoning out and staring at folded clothes tucked into the drawer again, “Doll?”, he calls while securing his arms around her waist. ‘Oh…’, he thinks when he sees the Titer robes.

Elska jumps and shuffles her hands to hide them the best she can, afraid of Toji’s judgement. She slams the drawer shut and then orients around to view him, playing everything off in order to not raise alarm. “That’s a very good point!”, she states with enthusiasm, “I mean, you fit these bad boys in them!”, she teases while molesting his chest.

Toji sighs but chooses not to expand on her missing Getou and instead, massages her arms while they silently stare into each other. His hand overlaps hers on his pec and the way her dainty wrist feels in his bear paws makes his knees weak. ‘But’, he tells himself, ‘She really is hiding her feelings…’, the thought bringing him to muddle as he’d never want Elska to mask anything, ‘Gojo’s right.’. He brings her in for a hug and holds her while they mold into each other perfectly. “Everything is going to be alright doll, have some faith.”.

Elska’s lips part against her beloved’s shirt. ‘He saw the robes…’, she deduces, but is overwhelmed by his merciful acceptance. “I love you Toji.”, she whispers while surrendering herself into his body, “Thank you for being wonderful.”. She’d truly be lost without them.

He felt his brow twitch with emotion, the words alone quelling a magnitude of his own anxieties, “I love you too, Elska.”, he cups the side of her face and immediately bends his neck so their mouths could meet. Toji doesn’t mean to but the moment their tongues begin dancing, he groans so wantonly that both of their eyes are set ablaze through the lids. “So much…”, he gasps into her lips as his hands roam her body like he’s trying to digitally map her.

Elska, utterly intoxicated by her beloved’s touch, searches his physique as well but her hands land on the fasteners of his pants. She aggressively tugs at them while he uses one of his hands to keep his shirt lifted, lessening the strain of blind removal. When she feels his raw girth within her grasp, she whimpers to how hard he already is. Pushing him backwards, he stumbles a step but smirks deviously to her mannerisms. Without breaking eye contact, Elska stands on the tips of her toes to tenderly kiss from his lips, down his neck and chest to which she ends on her knees. She licks up his shaft once and then holds out her tongue where his tips rests.

Toji growls alluringly, not even trying to stop her. He doesn’t care that Itadori is in the house, Shoko or Nanami either. If Naoya walked in, he may give some lip but he thinks there’s nothing that is about to keep him from enjoying this time with his doll. He tangles both hands into her hair and tells Elska how beautiful she looks as his length disappears into her mouth. After his initial guidance, she bobs her head cyclically which forces Toji’s view upwards to release deeply telling moans. The way she gags herself has Toji’s self-control diminishing by the second and this becomes apparent when he bears his fangs and slowly thrusts his hips and holding her steady.

Elska drools to the sight of her beloved’s turned nature surfacing as it draws from her, an unsatisfied air from not having more of him sooner. Her big bad wolf. She does her best to take his length as it stretches her throat, widening her jaw to the extent of end feel. When he asks her if she’s enjoying herself, she dutifully nods and tries to moan but instead chokes. Elska wasn’t about to let that hinder anything but as she’s suppressing her coughing fit, he yanks himself out of her mouth and she’s placed on the expensively engraved dresser.

Toji grabs the back of her neck and crashes their lips together while pulling at her hips for alignment. “I want to fuck you so bad right now…”, he confesses with abated breath against her ear. Traveling wettened kisses down her neck, he stops and lowly growls into her skin prior to sinking his fangs in. When Elska’s body arches, he supports her in his hold, gifting her with the security to dissolve into pudding. Her flavor decorates his tongue with the most sincere messages of affection, devotion and saturated lust. She cries out to his intensifying grip but he can taste that the more he imposes his stature, the needier she’ll become. He teases her folds with his throbbing length.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”, Naoya gawks from the doorway, scrunching his face to the scene before him. “You were harping at me to be careful but she’s about to blow you senile dick! How can you not tell?!”. He rushes over, Zenin robes fluttering in the created breeze demanding that Toji get ahold of himself since the hinting scent was what caught his attention. When his cousin finally unhooks his teeth and closes her wounds, Naoya’s left breathless by her expression. “Princess...”, he coos before humming to himself. She appears incredibly flustered with her half-lidded glowing eyes, furrowed brow and swollen lips which he caresses with his thumb. “Look at you right now…”, he can’t stop himself from dominating her with a kiss. She’s entirely appetizing.

Toji props his head onto Elska’s shoulder and groans exhaustedly, “This shit ain’t fair doll. I’m going crazy over here.”, but chuckles warily to offer that he’s not angry at least and the quick feeding helped coil his salaciousness. Naoya’s right though, that was risky since there’s so many others throughout their home. ‘Apparently, I’m now a hypocrite.’. He rolls his cranium to the crook of her neck and sighs his aggravation while recalling that they’d have their hands full if Sukuna decided to show himself. ‘What was I thinking?!’. Toji’s still very concerned with the curse’s infatuation with her. When he finally lifts his head, Toji glowers and shoves Naoya away who was falling under that same spell, “You knock it off too!”, he yells while using his arms to protectively counter the blonde’s nomadic hands.

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Amnessia was expecting to have been back the academy by now, she wanted to be there anyways. She watches Gojo unabashedly shop for toys, him picking up all sorts of phallic insinuations and examining them at his waist line. ‘How the fuck did we even end up here?’, she asks herself again, ignoring the elucidation the shaman gave her only moments before.

Satoru, instead of warping them back to his home, decided a detour was necessary. “I’m pretty worked up right now and that’s a great indicator that I need some fun. Trust me.”, he warned them after unhanding Amnessia’s mouth in the bathroom, where they arrived. She was about to scream bloody hell but she was under the wrong impression. Gojo wasn’t trying to lure into seclusion, he just wanted to arrive to the mall unnoticed by non-shaman but he’d forgotten about her history with Choso and figures she was probably fearing the worst at the time.

She looks around the brightly lit store, wondering where the hybrid ran off to but then hears, “Why not get yourself something? Something you and Megumi can both enjoy?”. God, she’s on her toes, trapped in a sex shop with the vastly ominous and unpredictable Satoru Gojo of all people. She wanted to retort something to defend her modesty but her eyes are glued to the stiff blue dildo being waved like a wand in his hands whilst he speaks. He rambles on about something inappropriate and doesn’t put it down but instead walks over to browse another shelf with it. She interrupts him and points, “You’re not really thinking about buying that are you?”.

Gojo frowns but holds it up and rotates it, “It’s close enough to my size though and a great color!”, he grins mischievously. “What the hell?!”, he barks when she seizes it from his hand and puts it back with the others.

“I’m not about to let you use that terrible thing on Elska.”, she scoffs, “How would you like it if something hard and unboxed was shoved into your body? Hm?”. When he’s obviously not able to relate the issue, she rolls her eyes and directs him a few isles over after scanning their contents. “Here we go…”, she absentmindedly mutters while selecting a different, gel-like toy and slams it into his chest. “I can guarantee she will like this better.”.

Gojo raises his brows appreciatively as he lowers the box as if to measure it next to himself. It’s imperative to him to find the right size because he was inspired by his thoughts on Sukuna. “It needs to seem like I have two dicks.”, he bluntly shares with Amnessia while studying the flesh tone, “It’s definitely a realistic color!”.

“Jesus.”, her eyes momentarily widen before she throws up her hands awkwardly, “Can’t help you there.”, she whispers while walking away to look through the lingerie. There are some cute teddy’s that catch her eye but she finds herself abstaining from such wear because she doesn’t want to pressure Megumi.

“I think this would look very nice on you.”.

Amnessia holds her breath as Choso strolls up beside her, shifting his bundled items to pinch a pale-yellow little lace dress. She sighs but says, “Thank you.”, hoping that he’ll leave her be. ‘This is so weird!’.

Choso smiles sweetly and adds, “It complements your complexion. I think it makes you glow.”. He’s too socially dense to realize that he’s making her uncomfortable and actually assumes that he’s strengthening their friendship. They both turn abruptly when Gojo shouts for the being across the store, the humility draining her.

Gojo tosses Choso a small object but looks to Amnessia and holds up a box, “I’m buying this one!”, he tilts his chin upwards to show he’s a quick learner, “I just want him to see it.”.

Choso manipulates with his free hand what could possibly be the acorn’s giant nephew with questions filling his mind. There’s a green gem on the flatter end of it which makes his eyes soften, “It’s pretty!”, he tells Gojo. When Satoru if he knows what its for, Choso tries to bite into it, igniting a shriek from Amnessia, “It’s not food!?”, he frantically asks.

Gojo, doubled over and exalting his entertainment heaves out, “It’s called a butt plug”, but keeps laughing until his high pitches dwindle out of amusement. The whole store probably hears him but he simply is unable to be quiet. ‘How did I ever hate this guy?!’, he cackles internally.

“I can’t believe you just put that in your mouth…”, Amnessia starkly tries to hide her mortification. She knew Choso was inexperienced but come on, this was ridiculous. ‘Poor guy…’, she sympathizes after gathering that Gojo likely sets him up often. ‘That’s Elska’s problem!’, she discerns while folding her arms.

“So, it’s for butts?”, Choso, pouting and confused as to why he was being mocked, tosses it back at Gojo, “Our butts? I don’t get it.”.

“I’m going over there now…”, Amnessia quickly dismisses her attendance from the conversation and begins searching for her size in the teddy. ‘They are completely dysfunctional…’.

Gojo nearly pisses himself once registering Choso’s question but holds it together in forms of snickers. “Nooooo”, he sings, “This is for my love.”, but considers letting the hybrid experiment. “I mean, you could try it to see if you like it though, no shame.”. He watches Choso distrustfully respond through body language so Gojo expresses, “It will help her…”, he strokes his chin while coming up with the right words, “…prepare for us in enter her butt!”.

That, Choso understood and he feels his face light up and actually gets excited, “Let’s get a bunch then!!”. His time spent with Elska, the many strings of weeks where she educated him when they synced reinforces the idea that she would approve such an item. He adopted his love for that specific carnal act because of his desire to please her so naturally, he’s willing to do anything to make it even better.

Gojo whips around to see Amnessia purchasing something and shares a grin for the unsuspecting Megumi’s honor. ‘If she’s already leaning towards Megs then I don’t have to do a damn thing!’, he thinks to himself while becoming warmed to the idea of Genghis finding out. Can he kill Genghis without it affecting Suguru though? It’s not all lies, Gojo actually likes Getou now but how to do it without affecting everyone? Satoru foresees the elders and all the other clans retaliating if he takes out a leader, a temporary one or not. Gojo isn’t afraid of the anticipated resistance, he can literally obliterate anyone from existence but if he acts carelessly, he knows a rift can form between himself and the others. ‘Temujin Genghis…’, he recites in his head while observing Amnessia impatiently approach them, ‘This pretty girl with all the aggregated answers I seek...’. He can’t do anything to her yet though. Gojo comprehends that he owes Megumi a great deal after slaying his mother so for the time being, Satoru is simply aiming to plot this well-attuned strategy.

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Itadori has remained at the table this whole time but now Naoya, Elska and Toji have rejoined. If it weren’t for the beer in front of him, Yuuji would probably wig out. Sukuna was just going off the rails, talking about Elska and how she performing so close by. An involuntary shiver consumes his body as if his subconscious knew he needed to shake that knowledge away. It makes him feel like the biggest fucking creep, listening to all of the vulgarity spewing from the curse over Elska. He lifts the beer and chugs it relentlessly, an attempt to drown out the tantrum rampaging within.

“We’re baaaaack!”, Nobura announces after swinging the door open boisterously.

“Oh my!”, Elska’s eyes widen when she spots the well-dressed Megumi, “Who is this handsome young man with you?”, she eagerly inquires to Nobura. Toji makes an uncomfortable noise so she nudges him and says through thought, ‘You are the only Fushiguro for me, my beloved.’.

Toji is rather embarrassed that he even showed jealousy there because he knows good and well that she doesn’t see his son that way. His whole center of chi has been off kilter lately. He bumps their hips together and pecs the top of her head to demonstrate this that he’s not threatened. “You look good son, Amnessia doesn’t stand a chance.”, he nods and catches the gratitude in Megumi’s eyes.

“He has Zenin blood baby, you can’t joke around like that!”, but Naoya himself is currently jesting with this remark, merely teasing her. “What is going on with this though?”, he asks Megumi, beelining for the junior shaman’s messy hair, “Do you know nothing of style?”

Itadori stands and cutely strolls his way to Nobura, “Hey, come here often?”, and blocks out Megumi swatting Naoya’s hands away while yelling, “Don’t mess with it!”. They titter to each other but honestly, Yuuji feels like he can get through anything so long as she’s with him. She scrunches her nose in a falsely uninterested way and shares, “Sometimes, what’s it to you?”, but swiftly ends her sentence with an embrace.

“So they still haven’t come out?”, Elska leans her body all the way into Toji, his mass supporting her from behind. Her eyes are fixated on the door down the long hall that hides behind it, Nanami and Shoko.

“Not yet, doll but they will.”, he soothes. Naoya walks over to the fridge, having given up on saving Megumi’s bed head, to grab a beer so Toji hollers, “Get me one too!”. Naoya flicks him off but still does the familial thing and provides the beverage.

“My crew will be back tomorrow to get more work done.”, Naoya shares, “I want this to be your palace away from your palace.”. When Elska blushes, he leans down to kiss her, humming once again. He feels his ass getting pinched though and yelps in defensive surprise. “What the SHIT?!”.

“My love…”, Gojo serenades with a saccharine voice, “I’ve missed you.”. Toji scoffs but relinquishes his hold so Satoru could engulf her with his own arms. “I have some surprises for you.”.

“Sati!”, she’s instantly scooped into bridal carry as her infamous white knight passionately demands her attention, “I missed you too!”. He walks them both over to the table, which he sets two filled plastic bags down. Bracing his legs, he folds himself forward and uses a finger to whack the flimsy carrier, opening it enough so she could see what was inside.

Satoru bites his lip as her watches her reaction unravel. “We’re going to have some fun…”, he tells her in a hushed seductive tone. The prurient moment vanishes when Megumi reaches inside the bag and pulls out the boxed dildo to which he yells and flings it across the room in a panic. This is the first time Megumi has seen Gojo since the forest incident and he’s doing his best to not let his emotions overrun.

Naoya, mystified by the flying dick and how the hell it ended up in their possession, bends down to pick it up, quietly whispering, “What in the fuck, Gojo?”. The Zenin doesn’t think Elska is in need of any more penises. Satoru bravely chirps as Naoya’s returning, “Don’t worry Megs, that one’s for your dad!”, and the sentence alone could’ve caused an avalanche.

“You son of a bitch why the FUCK did you buy this?!”, Toji snarls from across the table before snatching up the bag and digging through it, twice infuriated by the comment. He’s annoyed beyond belief over Gojo buying this shit but the agitation fades when he spots the plugs. He’d never admit it but when he shrugged his shoulders and deftly dropped the bag, he was rather intrigued by those and swallows hard while imagining Elska using it. He sneaks one out of the bag and slides it into his pocket.

“I see Toji doesn’t hate everything.”, Gojo seductively relays in her ear. The obvious switch and absence of Toji’s callousness informs Satoru that they’re definitely going to get to use some of this stuff soon. Really soon. He saw what Toji just did. “It vibrates too.”, he whispers, trying to carefully procure her immediate interest.

Megumi, enraged by the shenanigans searches the room for Amnessia with his disposition growing. ‘Did she go back to that Genghis guy?’, he wonders tensely, dreading the lonely walk back to his room that’s been decorated by his interest. “I fucked it up?”, he asks himself out loud, trampled by losing his chance with her. A tap is felt on his shoulder and when he turns around, he can’t even hide the wide grin forming.

“I was looking for this guy I know…but I can’t find him.”, Amnessia playfully begins, “I was kind of bummed out by that too but then I saw you and realized my luck isn’t half bad.”. It’s as if Megumi’s never received such a compliment before because as she stands there, waiting for some kind of witty retort, he fuses his words together chaotically until they have absolutely no intelligible meaning. “You really are the cutest thing, you know that?!”. She means it though and is incapable of peeling her eyes off of him, “I like this whole outfit!”.

Megumi runs his hands through his hair and silently thanks Nobura for bullying him into a couple of shots since he’d probably be stuttering worse otherwise, “I uh…”, he chuckles, “Wait until you see my room!”. Instantly, he regrets that choice of phrasing and worries he insulted her further as she stares intensely into his eyes. She curls her finger, suggesting that he come closer so he cautiously does, ‘Is she going to smack me?’, he worries because he’s yet to apologize for before. All she does though, is lightly kiss his cheek before telling him, “Wait until you see what I’m wearing.”, because she’d already scurried into the bathroom to don her new little outfit under the robes. Amnessia then walks away, slowly swaying her hips, leaving him behind to resemble a horny scarecrow. After looking over her shoulder, she flashes him an inviting smile but counters its intimacy with, “You want a drink?”. Wordless, he follows unyieldingly while thinking, ‘Every last drop.’.

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