#in particular i hate seeing anyone or anyth to do w satoru

[svbhuman]

still in hoem country

[sassooda]

Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 6- Sealed

w/c - 3,609

   “Wake up Gojo. We need to talk.” Satoru hears this voice and it’s followed by a sharp kick to the shin. That would’ve hurt.

               Satoru opens his eyes but doesn’t raise his head, he just remains slumped over in this chair that he’s bound to, not looking at any one thing in particular. He doesn’t care to, he just feels so defeated, useless.

               “I met your sweet little girlfriend recently and I must commend you on your choice of woman.” Naoya lingers for effect, “She was delicious.” Satoru’s eyes widen.

               He then snaps his head up bear a sinister glare for Naoya. Unable to speak, unable to otherwise move, unable to break the Zenin’s fucking face in. What the fuck does he mean she was delicious? What is happening out there? He imagines the worst.

               Naoya squats down a few feet in front of Gojo, meeting the glare with a satisfied look. Seeing the all-powerful Silver shaman wrapped up in talismans from mouth down, trapped and at their mercy in this small stone room…it was fucking fantastic. They would never be able to kill or physically hurt the godlike man but they could seal him with curse magic cancelling talisman, which is the plan they executed flawlessly.

               “I can understand now why she is so important to Getou, aside from her breeding possibilities.” Naoya is purposefully exuding a taunting tone. He has always hated Gojo for being the strongest, and effortlessly at that. Naoya also despised his brutality and psychopathic nature, the very thing that gave Gojo the drive to commit atrocities. The Zenin clan was supposed to be on top, like they had been for hundreds of years before. As he is the next head, ensuring his rule to be a dominating and absolute one is his upmost priority. He’ll do anything to obtain that kind of power.

               Gojo’s glare intensifies as he’s forced to listen to Naoya drabble on, thinking of all the ways he was going to tortuously murder this fucking bastard. Him, Getou and Toji. All of them…and anyone else that had a hand in this. He was going to be merciless. ‘These fucking cunts forgot about who I really am apparently and seem to have decided that I’ve gone fucking soft…’.He definitely hasn’t. He’s going to fucking slaughter them one by one…he deemed the first strike to be that of slicing off their eyelids so they can’t turn from the horrors he’ll grant them. He’s going to bathe in their blood, maybe even literally.

What did they do to his Elska? Where is she?

               “You should’ve seen the way she was squirming beneath me, begging me to not stop,” Naoya lies, “I’ve never had a woman take me so well, and that mouth…GOD that mouth Gojo, did it feel that good for you too? …oh and look at this!” He held up the underside of his wrist to Gojo’s face, only leaving inches between the two. Naoya knows he’s heavily exaggerating about the sex but he figured the marks left of his wrist would be enough proof to make it seem believable. He just wants to hurt Gojo

               Satoru winces at the sight, replaying Naoya’s words as he studies the scabbing puncture wounds. ‘Wait, why didn’t she heal them shut afterwards for him though? She always does that for me so I don’t scar.’, he wonders, unable to speak the doubt into Naoya’s childish looking bitch-like face. He wishes he could. ‘Still though, that means he had contact with her and knows about her bite. FUCK.’. He can’t fucking do anything. ‘Why didn’t I ever create a back up plan for this? None of the others may even know what’s going on right now…’, and he has no way of reaching out. ‘God fucking damnit.’.

               “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to see her again soon, we have plans for her. I… have plans for her.” Naoya’s expression is that of a sexual deviant. “Don’t you think she’ll look good in the Zenin blue?” He continues as if he’s just carrying on a normal conversation with an old friend, “Next time I’ll make sure fill her with my seed.”. Naoya seethes to Satoru, meaning every word that he speaks. “She will be bound to me soon enough, carrying my children…”, Naoya tilts is head up in arrogance as he chuckles to the helpless man below.

               Satoru is seeing red. Internally losing his shit.

               “I’ll bring her in here and perhaps even let you watch.” Naoya teases as he stands up, smiling widely down on the silver-haired man, mentally patting himself on the back for being able to inflict this pain on him. He then walks over towards the wall and simulates how he’d fuck her into it. Floating his hands over what would be her waste and throat. Satoru notices that he seems familiar with her build. “Oh Master Naoya, please… yes right there” he imitates in a higher, more feminine voice as he laughs to himself afterwards.

               Satoru is just staring straight ahead, unwilling to watch Naoya’s little performance. He’s thinking about how he’s going insert a hand through the Zenin’s stomach and fucking rip his intestines out and make him wear them like a scarf. Might even strangle him with them too if he’s still alive at that point. ‘Actually, I’ll ensure he’s still alive for that.’.

               “I guess I should stop...” Naoya turns to face the door, less amused now that he’s reminded himself that he didn’t get to fuck her, and begins walking toward it, “There’s no need for me to improv here, it’ll all come to fruition here very soon”, He grabs the handle and spins himself out into the hall in a boisterous manner, his dark blue robes encircling him. “Just get comfortable and relax your majesty.”, his words venomous but tinged with a high mockingly pitch. And with that, he left Satoru alone again with his thoughts.

               Satoru was trying so viciously to move, his brain commanding his limbs to rip apart what bounds him. No luck. Not even a fucking twitch. He throws his head back as far as he can and wants to scream in rage and frustration. A small muffle of a sound is all that he can produce…or maybe he just thinks he did. ‘What the fuck am I going to do? How do I fix this? Does anyone know that I’m even missing?’. He’s supposed to fucking protect her… his love…he’s the fucking strongest…but he’s at his weakest.

               He begins to sweat at the thought of them getting their hands on her, on his Elska. What they would do to her, what they would make her do. The satisfaction they’ll feel inside of her as they tame her, if they can. He knows they’ll fucking try. They’ll force her until she’s willing, or worse… Memories of his own that mirror the situation play before him, but he replaces himself with Naoya and adds Toji and Getou into the picture. He feels like he’s going to vomit. He knows all too well the depths of depravity that can be explored in a situation like that, specifically with her.

               Because he did it too.

               She just doesn’t remember.

               ‘I can’t let this happen…’ he thinks internally as he begins to tear up. ‘Elska…I’m so sorry for all of this.’ He drops his head back down. ‘My love…’

That’s when the door opens again.

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After the recent reports of the kidnapping gone wrong, embarrassingly wrong, he decided that maybe he should check her out himself. He does not like it when mistakes happen, he does not like looking like a fool and he’ll be damned if that occurs again. He’s figured out a basic but perfect trap for that little bitch and he won’t even have to lift a finger, Naoya is more than willing. He finds that strange but wondered if maybe the little psycho just isn’t used to being around strong women. He figured it wouldn��t hurt to let him have a little fun.

She’s roughly 2 blocks away and is walking with 2 others, younger men. “Interesting…” he says as he brings his left hand to place in a thinking pose under his chin and lays eyes on the boy in the middle. The young man is clearly Sukuna’s vessel, he fits the description of the soft pink hair and red hood on his shaman uniform. Another target they’re aiming for. Maybe he could make their bond work to his advantage. The boy inhabiting the ancient curse seems like a fucking child though, so carefree and weightless in his presentation…the complete opposite of what is Sukuna. How was he able to keep the immense curse suppressed? The other boy, also in shaman wear, he’s never seen before. He is the tallest out of three with messy black hair and carries himself in a more aloof manner. He’s sure he doesn’t recognize the kid but something about him is extremely familiar. “Very interesting…”

He puts himself into position with a paperback novel, sitting on a bench about 60 ft into the park that his scouts told she uses to cross through. Hopefully they split up like reported about half a block from the park, he’d hate to have wasted his time with this. He’s waiting for her to enter and pass him, that’s when he will make his move. “Here kitty, kitty.” He smiles at his own choice of words.

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               “Listen boys, I appreciate you for being so sweet and trying to cheer me up.” She stopped to turn to Itadori and Megumi before they went their separate ways. These boys are beginner shaman that recently graduated from the privatized JuJutsu Academy where Satoru would teach at…if you can call it teaching…he was just so, well, unorthodox in his methods. She’s known them almost as long as Satoru, they’ve always been around since he was their sensei. She loved the boys very much and has wondered at their growth as fighters, they both have extremely high potential, maybe even to one day be up there with their sensei.

               “but we don’t have to tiptoe around anything alright? It only makes it more awkward when his name is brought up…” She looks down to the left and speaks his name in her mind even though she just avoided saying it out loud.

               ‘Sati…’

               ��Elska, I’m sure he’s alright, this is Gojo sensei we’re talking about after all!” Itadori says as he huffs out his chest and places his balled-up fists on his hips. “No one can touch him!”

               “Yea, I know…I hope so…” She releases softly holding back tears. Itadori is trying so hard to help but her insecurities involving the situation begin to surface.

               It’d been 3 months since she last saw Satoru, since she last kissed him, was held by him. Her whole world was flipped upside down after he disappeared and she lost herself underneath all of the turmoil that blanketed her being, suffocating her. There were times where she didn’t even care if she ever fed again, knowing that she could ease out of her sadness if she’d just give up. Other times she was ready to fucking set the world ablaze, destroying anything and anyone that would be in her way until she finds him.

               She wants him to be ok, to be alive. Of course she does he was the love of her fucking life, like a fairytailed knight in shining armor. She just doesn’t know why he would disappear from her if he was though…I mean unless…I guess it’s totally possible he just wanted out. Maybe their life together wasn’t as perfect as she thought. He was always known as huge player before she came into the picture. Did he just want his freedom again?

               “Gojo has been known to disappear every now and then when he needs a break from this life. He usually doesn’t say anything to anyone until he decides he wants to come back. I wouldn’t take it personally Oda, ok?” She remembers the words that Namami, a fellow shaman, flattened her with. She knows he was trying his best to be comforting, he just wasn’t very good at it…at all. It was almost laughable. She thanked him anyway with the sincerest smile she could muster, still stinging from his statement. If that’s the case, then she’s going to be fucking furious with him. Possibly beyond that.

               Megumi picking up on the fact that Itadori’s words had the opposite effect intended, decides to interject and start the goodbyes. “Don’t be sad Elska, when we get back from this mission let’s make a big dinner with everyone back at the academy.” He looks at her with a kind face as he snatches the dense Itadori’s arm to begin to guide him in a different direction than the park she’s about to walk into.

               “I’ll bring the sakeee!!!” shouted Itadori as they began to walk away. All three of them laugh as their paths diverge. ‘That does sound like a good time, what great young men they’re turning out to be’ she allowed a smile to accompany the heartwarming thought.

She’s currently on her way to her new favorite bookstore, Gena’s Collections. She doesn’t know if she was a big reader prior to 3 ½ years ago but she’s loved the sanity it’s helped her keep ever since Satoru disappeared.

‘Sati…’

               She stops for a moment and shakes her head before continuing to walk. She’s always such a downer these days, not meaning to drown those around her in the same emotion as she merely struggles to exist. She feels the worst when she does it to Toji though. After the attack that took place at her apartment months ago, Toji became very protective, almost like a body guard.  She found it uncomforting at first, his constant hovering but she soon began welcoming his company. One day she realized that his presence, just someone being there for her, was the spinal structure she needed while she went through the process of learning how to stand on her own again. To stand without Sati. Really, the only times he wouldn’t be around are when he says he has a mission, like today. He also gave himself to her to feed from, so she does that regularly with him now. There were times when she would struggle to suppress the urge to sleep with him while feeding. Her instincts are wired in a way that yearn for the completion of the ritual.  She knows he notices because he would find ways to make the idea more appealing by tightening his grip on her, breathing into her ear, place kisses on her head, or push his hardened self against her while she’d drink him. He was satisfied with that for a while but one day, his patience ran out.

The first time was tender and caring, probably exactly what she needed to be convinced for it to happen again. The way he caressed her, rubbed her, held her, fucked her… She knew he was being careful, careful with how he inserted himself into her daily routine, her mind, her heart, her body. Even with the pheromones. The highs he would gift her would be fulfilling and help for a while, but her heart would always cry for Satoru afterwards, even harder with guilt and the unknowing. They both were aware of that so she was never sure of what she was to Toji, or what he was to her.

‘Sati…’

               She’s been deep in thought since she entered the park but comes to back to reality and automatically takes in her environment, she has to remain aware. Everything seems normal, just empty. There are usually more people around here at this time of day. She looks up to take a deep breath and remind herself that life is still beautiful, searching for the sun to warm her face. But she feels it getting cooler instead, and fast. She opens her lids.

Did someone just cast a barrier?

               She stands there keeping her eyes to the sky as she watches this translucent brown dome form around the around the park. Who’s the caster? What the fuck do they want? Her body tenses as she mentally prepares for the fight that’s surely about ensue.

               Barriers are exactly what sound like. Not every shaman has the capability to form one of these, but the ones who can use it when they want to fight or do something that would expose the shaman world. The barriers coat whoever is inside allowing them to fight and move freely without worrying about being discovered by non-shaman. If a non-shaman is on the outside of the barrier, it will look like nothing is out of the ordinary at all, they aren’t even able to see the tinted dome it forms.

               Elska drops her purse and kicks it aside not wanting to be restricted by anything, she has no idea who or what she is about to be up against. That’s when suddenly a man appears behind her. She could sense him before she saw him. He’s tall, almost as tall as Satoru but instead has long black hair that he has tied into a loose bun behind his head. His face is so smooth looking with a sharp jawline and dark, dark brown eyes. He’s wearing an all-black suit. He could only be defined by her as devilish. Was it him that casted it? She plants her feet but shifts her weight so that he can move from that spot and dodge an attack if she needs to. She doesn’t trust this handsome stranger, something is very dark about him, regardless of the harmless face he’s giving her.

               “The infamous Elska Oda…I am pleased to make your acquaintance.” He gives a formal bow and reaches to grab her hand. She moves her arm back and away, avoiding his grasp. “My name is Suguru Getou.” He ignores her display of distrust, “It’s a pleasure.”.

               She stares at him for a moment judging him harshly, unable to shake the eerie feeling he exudes. A breeze blows between them as if the universe was trying to draw the line on this fiasco right then and there. That’s when she smells something familiar, something that upon registration faltered her knees, causing her to have to catch herself. Her eyes immediately blur from the intrusion of liquid at this sudden realization and she has to remind herself to breathe.

               She smells Sati.

               Getou observed her reaction once the breeze laced around them. ‘Too fucking easy’ he thought. How did his men have such a hard time with this girl? He scans over her as she’s building her energy up, he’s hardly concerned. She’ll want to hear what he has to say. He closes the gap between them slightly and leans down into her ear.

               “We have your precious Satoru…” He leans back up to take in her reaction but she doesn’t do anything particularly entertaining. She’s still just standing there, staring through him.

               “Did you hear me little one? I sai-“…

He’s doubled over grabbing his gut now. ‘DID SHE JUST FUCKING HIT ME.’ He’s not used to anyone being abhorrently fucking stupid enough to challenge him.

               A second feeling of force connects to the side of his face, cutting his skin open along his cheekbone. She was always better with her kicks.

               “Where the hell is he?! You say you’ve got him?! WHERE THEN?!” Half of her words sound enraged, the other half condescending and irregularly pitched, almost unrecognizable. She feels like she just snapped. Is this man telling the truth? After staring down and waiting for a response that he clearly wasn’t going to give, she brings both of her hands together in front of her and begins to raise them up, planning to collide it down on the back of his neck while he’s kneeling over still.

               Before she could bring her conjoined fists down, he thrusts his hand into her sternum pushing her up off her feet and into the air slightly. He knocked the wind right out of her. She lay there awkwardly on the bench she fell into wheezing and gasping, trying to take in a breath finally being successful after a few heaves. He sits down hard on her legs and crosses his own once he’s seated, ignoring her thrashing next to and beneath him. Leaning back slightly with his arms folded, he turns his upper body towards her. “You’re not very lady like at all” he hisses “You’re actually kind of a bitch”. He purposely expresses his displeasure. Wiping the stinging cut on his face and then looking at the blood on his hand. “You’re going to have to eventually atone for that one.”. He’s irritated that he was made to bleed but also slightly impressed that she was able to hurt him. He would not be underestimating her predictability in the future.

               She sit’s up and begins to demand to know where Satoru is but before she can open her mouth, he motions her to close it again with his hands. “Come back here at midnight. Maybe you’ll see him then.” He stares at her whilst saying it, ending the sentence with a smile. He then turns his head over towards the entrance “Well would you look at that?”

               Her eyes are prompted to look over in the same direction. The fear of it being a friend of his or something growing.

“Toji!” She calls out to him, not realizing that she was able to move now. He was just entering and looking around like he didn’t know where he was going. Was he looking for her?

The pressure on her legs had dissipated and she was able to swing them off of the bench. She quickly stood up and did a full 360, trying to spot the long-haired man that was literally just on top of her. It didn’t make sense, he was nowhere to be seen. He was gone.

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