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kare no hime | 彼の姫

This story will contain mature themes.  Read at your own risk.

Sukuna, no longer the beast he is, develops a much deeper connection with you.  You find ignoring him is far harder than it was before.

Chapter 6 - Sukuna’s confession

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The following week was peaceful.

You place the basket full of clothes on the ground beside the stream.  Although Aoi’s children made a mess, they were taught well.  Unlike most children you’ve seen who were spoiled and didn’t have a sense of responsibility, Aoi’s two sons, Anju and Anfuku, were respectful.  Even if they run around in the village all day, getting dust and grass stains on them, they tried helping you out.

Your routine was quite simple.  Wake up, make breakfast for everyone, eat.  Then start doing chores.  Aoi even started paying you.  It wasn’t much, but enough to buy rice cakes in the village.  

You take a blue sheet out of the basket, and start washing.  While rubbing and scrubbing, you notice Anju, the older brother, running towards you.

“Fushiguro!” he yelled, almost tripping.

“Slow down Anju,” you say, taking the sheet out of the waters.

“I need to tell you something,” he pants.  “Father is home!”

“That’s great,” you reply, smiling.  “I’ll be back home when I finish washing these.”

“No!” Anju pulled your arm.  “You have to come before he leaves!”

-

Anju was fierce when dragging you.  He wasn’t this excited before.  

Sukuna was also in the room with Aoi, and her husband.  He didn’t look like a peasant to you, but not quite a lord either.  His physic was also quite lean, but not as much as Sukuna’s or Toji’s.

“Sit down,” Aoi gently whispered.  So you sit.

Anju ran to sit next to his father, whom gave him a vague grin.  But Anfuku, ran to sit with Sukuna.  Ever since Sukuna was in the house, Anfuku adored him.  You weren’t quite sure what Sukuna did with Aoi’s husband, but Sukuna seemed pissed every time he came back.

“I will be leaving for the Hida province,” he declared.  “I won’t be back until next spring.” he looked at his wife.  “I will be leaving enough money for you and the children to last until then.”

“No!” Anju stood up.  “You just went to Kyoto, now you’re leaving again?”

“Anju,” his calm voice interrupted.  “Father has to work, be a good boy and take care of your mother and younger brother.”

Anju sat down, clearly angry.  

“Tsuku is a good example of a man, learn from him, Anfuku,” Aoi’s husband stood up.  He looked at Sukuna.  “You have such great potential to serve the emperor Tsuku, do not waste this talent of yours.”

Now it was your turn.

“Fushiguro, do not worry, I will arrange marriage with you and Tsuku once I am back,” he took a step to the door.  

You froze in embarrassment.  You weren’t sure who it was; Aoi, Anju, or Anfuku who wanted this.  But it was obvious one of them wanted Tsuku to be with you.

“Wait,” you say.

“Yes?” he turned around.

“I have one more request,” your eyes water.  “I have told Aoi I have no family.  But the truth is, I think my family is still alive.  They live in the Hida province.  If you have the chance, may you consider travelling to the north of Hida to find them?” your voice trembles.  “My father’s name is Ato Fushiguro.”

Aoi’s husband pauses, then nods.

“If I have the time, I will search for them.”

“Thank you,”

He turns to the door as everyone scrambles to follow him to his horse.  Anju was bawling, but Aoi was rather calm.  But you could tell, she didn’t want this. 

-

While grilling fish, you see Anfuku standing next to you, waiting for the food to be ready.  His rather innocent face made you wonder why he liked Sukuna so much, since he did ignore Anfuku a lot.

“Anfuku, I have a question,” you say, sliding the fish into a plate, handing it to him.  

“Yes?” his high pitched voice replied.

“Were you the one who wanted me married to Tsuku?” you said in the gentlest tone possible.

“No,” he responds, eyes locked on the fish.  Anfuku loved fish more than anything.

“Was it your mother?” you ask again.

“No,”

“Anju?!” you were surprised he was even concerned for you and Sukuna’s business.

“No,” Anfuku smiled.  “Tsuku.”

“He wants to marry me?” your heart jumped that the conclusion.

“Shh,” Anfuku put the plate on the ground, then put his index finger on his lips.  “Don’t tell him I know.  I was secretly listening to him talk to father.”

“H-how did he say it?” your chest pounded.

“He said he wanted to make you his wife because,” he stopped to think.  “Because of your magnanimous character.  I don’t know what that means, sorry.” he picks up the plate and runs.

You stood there like a fool.  Although you didn’t move at all, your head was thinking of all sorts of scenarios.  

Ryomen Sukuna wanted to marry you.

No, Tsuku did.

He wanted a life with you.

You snap out of it, and leave the kitchen.  

Sukuna was standing right in the hallway, with Anfuku next to him.  Sukuna’s jaw grew much more sharper, and the bottom of his eyes had bumps.  You knew Sukuna’s true form had little eyes beneath his actual ones.

“I told you she’s red!” Anfuku shrieked in happiness.

“Brat,” Sukuna mutters.

“Anfuku, go eat,” you said quietly, gently push the little boy, laughing while running.  You turn to look at Sukuna.  His monster appearance was coming back.  You heard some of the other village kids mocking him once.

“Y-you go eat too,” your stomach felt unbelievably hot.

“No,” Sukuna’s stare made your face feel warm now too.

You turn to leave, until he grabs you by the hand.

“I need to show you something,” he whispers in your ear.  

-

It was almost sunset, and Sukuna had the nerve to take you out in the middle of the forest.  But he was confident.  

“Are we there yet?” 

“We’re here,” he grabs your wrist, leading you onto a hill.

A hot spring.

He then attempts to take off his robe in front of you, but you put a hand on his stomach.

“Not in front of me,” you say.

“Why not?”

“Because..” you continue.  “Go behind a rock.”

As Sukuna changed, you also took off your kimono.

The water wasn’t as boiling hot as the one Sukuna’s old residence, but hot enough you felt relaxed.  You felt a splash beside you.  Sukuna was next to you.

“D-did you ask Aoi’s husband to marry me?” you ask.

“Yes,” he almost immediately replied.

“You barely even know me,” you claim.  His facial expressions didn’t move.

“Some husbands have never met their wives,” he put his arms behind his head.  

“Why?” you stare at him.  “There are many other much more magnanimous women in the village.”

“And you’re the only one who doesn’t avoid me because of my appearance,” he snapped.  “I don’t know why I keep on growing taller and more beast like, but you seem to not care, Fushiguro.”

“Are you this keen on marrying me?” you ask.

“Yes,” he replies.  He takes your hand, putting it in his palm.  “Believe me.  I will be with you.  In poverty, illness, or old age.”

Your entire world stops.

“I..” you try to speak.  “I am..” I am already married to Toji Zenin.  “I return these feelings too.”

“Good,” Sukuna smiles for once.  

He pulls your body closer to him, as you feel yourself sitting on his upper thigh.  You could feel something long and hard beside it, but didn’t dare question what it was.  You put your arms around his neck.

Without any restraint, you gently suck on his skin.  

You feel his arms lifting your legs up to the hard long thing you felt earlier.  Feeling it sinking into you, you hold in the little cries at the new sensation.

“Not yet!” you whisper.

Sukuna let go of you, but you still are sitting on him.

“You’re right,” his cheeks were slightly pink.  “I got excited.”

“Do you get these thoughts about me a lot?” you ask, your thighs squeezing against his, still recovering from what happened.  

“When did you start thinking about marriage with me?” he ignored your question.

“I don’t know,” you responded.  Which was true.  “Was I the first woman?”

“No,” he said.  Your gut twisted.  Did he remember something?  “I remember a woman I loved.”

“Do you remember something?” you curiously tugged his finger.

“She was angry at me, so she left,” his eyes were still with you.  No where else.  “I don’t remember anything else.”

But his memory was someone else’s.  Ryomen Sukuna’s.  He was a monster was tore villages and burned them, any woman would be furious at him.

“I won’t get angry at you, I won’t have a reason to be,” you cup his face with your hands.  “I’ll make sure we have a peaceful life.”

Showing his sharper teeth, he smiles.  Warmly.

-

The way back, you notice Sukuna looking at you more.  His gaze was somehow always on you.  By the time you reached the house, Aoi was asleep.

As Sukuna lies down on his mattress, you slowly walk over to sit by his side.  You slide under his blanket, head under his chin.  Maybe a little further down.  Snuggling up to him, you catch him smiling while eyes closed.  His arm, pushes you against him even more.  

You think of what happened to you these months.

Maybe it was worth it.  

-

The following autumn was you and Sukuna doing tasks together.  But it was more of you two having conversations that the old Sukuna would’ve asked you about.

Walking home from buying kimonos, you hear woman behind you, whispering.  When you turned around, you notice they were young women a few years younger than you.  You could tell by their voices and clothing.  

“Fushiguro,” one of them ran up to you, the others followed.  “I heard you and Tsuku are engaged now?”

“Yes,” you say, smiling.  You don’t enjoy speaking to most people your age except your sister, but it was an inevitable task to small talk.

“Why did you choose Tsuku?” the one wearing a pink kimono asked.  “He doesn’t even have a last name.”

“He will take on mine then,” you reply.

“But he’s scary.. and really ugly” the youngest one, no older than fourteen says.  

“I think he is a kind man,” you softly retort at the comment.  Anfuku would attempt to kick these women if he heard them say that.  But you knew these women were immature little girls.  “He treats me nicely, and thats all I care for.”

“You’re so wise, Fushiguro,” the youngest one smiles brightly.  “Whens your wedding?”

You lift up your basket of white shiromuku, then walking away.  

Aoi was waiting for you by the entrance, and so was little Anfuku.

“When’s it going to happen?” Anfuku yelled.

“When the first snowfall arrives,” Aoi patted his head.  “Be patient.”

The entrances door slid open, Sukuna stood there in a black robe.  His gaze immediately focused on you.  But his gaze was gloomier than usual.

“Tsuku, my husband has told us he will arrange a house for Fushiguro and you,” Aoi said.  “It won’t be big, but it’s the best he can do.”

“He also said something else,” Sukuna’s tone dropped.  “He has bad news for you.”

He gestured his fingers for you to follow him, a habit he had before he lost his memory.  His footsteps were heavier today, and he didn’t smile when he saw you.  Leading you to the shared bedroom, he aggressively shuts the door closed.

You sat down with Sukuna as he reopened the letter.  He seemed relatively calm, but you sense of uneasiness in him.

But these months you spent with him were worth it.  You understood when he was tired, sad, annoyed, and happy.  When he was unhappy, he’d often take his anger on objects.  He would punch the floor, or sometimes smash plates.  But he never took it on Anfuku, or you.  He would only do it when he thought he was alone.

に伏黒、ご家族のご冥福をお祈りいたします。飛騨の北に村を見つけ、阿藤伏黒という男のことを村人に聞いてみた。村長によると、自分は南にある別の村の商売人で、長い間悪意のある獣によって焼かれ、虐殺されてきました。彼らは、残忍な攻撃を生き延びたの��何人、誰なのかを知りません。好奇心が大きくなり、焼け野原の村に調査に行った。村には屋根が破れ、死者の骸骨がいくつかありました。お父様やご家族の遺骨が見つからなかったこと、心よりお詫び申し上げます。来世で仏が彼らを守ってくださいますように。

Dear Fushiguro, you requested for me to ask for your family’s well being.  I found a village in the north of Hida, and I asked the villagers about a man named Ato Fushiguro.  The head of the village says he is a businessman of another village further south that has been long burned down and slaughtered by a malicious beast.  They don’t know how many, or who, survived the brutal attack.  My curiosity grew bigger, I went to the burnt down village to investigate.  The village had torn roof and some skeleton of those dead.  I sincerely apologize I couldn’t find the remains of your father and the rest of your family.  May buddha protect them in the afterlife.

You clenched your fist as you read the letter.  Sukuna put his hand on yours.  You push him away.  

He killed your family.

No, Ryomen Sukuna did.

He was in Ryomen Sukuna’s body.  But he wasn’t him.

Tsuku was a grounded, sweet man.  Sukuna was another man.  You wanted yourself to believe that.  

“It will be okay,” Sukuna put your hand on his chest.

Tears dropped onto the letter as you begin to audibly wail.  Ryomen Sukuna slaughtered your entire village, not sparing a single bone.  That was what he was.  A cold blooded murderer.

You look from your tears, to see Sukuna’s sympathetic face.  He was the same man who killed everyone in your village.

“I need a walk,” you scramble to get out of the room.

“I’ll come with you,” Sukuna gets to the door before you.

“No,” you snapped, eyes red.  “Please, I want to be alone.”

Pacing out of the house, Anfuku calls out your name, but you ignore him.

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While slowly walking down the now empty streets, you could only think.  Marrying Sukuna was marrying the man who killed your parents.  But he was different now.  

But you promised yourself, if Sukuna ever regained his memories, you would leave.  Who is now is someone different.  Regaining his old memories meant Tsuku was gone as dead.

“Fushiguro?” a quiet voice behind you said.  “Let’s go home.”

You turn around.  Sukuna stood there, with bleeding knuckles.  He must’ve took his emotions onto something again.  

Walking towards him, you grab his injured hand.  

The walk home was silent.  You leaned your head on his lower shoulder, to feel a weird bump.  You felt it with your hands.  The second pair of arms were growing back.

“Tsuku, do you think your body had been changing these months?” you ask.

“Yeah,” his gaze felt sad.  “I look ugly now.”

“You aren’t ugly,” you say, looking at him in the eye.  “I don’t care how you look.  Maybe it’s a curse from the gods.” 

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kare no hime | 彼の姫

This story contains mature themes. Read at your own risk.

Chapter one

Chapter three

After passing out from the flames, a four armed man saves you, with conditions.

Chapter two - Ryomen Sukuna

You blink as the sun’s rays hit your face. Sitting up, you feel a sense of unfamiliarity. This was not your bedroom, and definitely not your home.

The room was small and empty, leaving barely any room for furniture.

Someone must’ve saved me.

You quiver a little when standing up, and feel your head pound.  Little coughs coming from your mouth suddenly made you stumble to the ground, coughing ferociously while covering your mouth with your sleeves.

Drops of red liquid fell from your lips.

The horror of what happened that night came back to you.  Flames.  Smoke.  Screaming.  Toji Zenin.  That four armed beast.

You scramble back to your mat.  Blanket covering your entire body.  The sound of a women weeping filled the room, not like anyone could hear.  The house felt lonely.  

Crying for the entire morning, maybe till noon, you finally lifted the blanket.

It was quite evident to even a child you were crying.  Puffy red cheeks, pink eyes, and sniffling.  But it was an obvious conclusion you were alone now, and had no one to rely on.  You weren’t even sure if your family was okay.

But to be realistic, you needed to find your saviour and thank them for passing by, kind enough to shelter you.  You were also hungry.

You head for the door, opening it.  No one was outside, as expected.

In fact, no matter where you wandered, the hallways seemed endless.  There were no noises other than the creaking wood,  No voices, no sign of life.  You thought maybe waiting in the room you woke up in would be appropriate, but you didn’t understand how the owner of this giant property would even bother to remember which room you stayed in.

Until you stumble upon a door three times larger than the ones you’ve seen.

You use all your strength to push it open.

The afternoon sun was strong and blazed upon you when the door slid open.  The air suddenly felt humid, steamy, hot.  A large fog covered what was outside.  You could tell it was sunset, as the sky had a orange and pink shade.  

Cautiously exploring, in front of you was bubbling water, with white fog steaming from it each second.  An outdoor spring walled by giant boulders.  You reach down to touch the water, and bounced back unable to comprehend how hot it was.  Someone had to have such resistance to heat to be able to bathe in such temperatures.

But you realize how relaxed your lungs felt while near the steamy water.  You sit down, and close your eyes, breathing became less painful.

“What do you think you’re doing?” a sharp voice shrieked, grabbing your neck.  “Don’t go near master’s bath!”

As you struggle for air, you notice the person choking you was basically the same height as you.  Someone with a white bob cut, wearing a long kimono.  

The white bob cut threw you down the grass near the bath.  

“Have your parent’s every taught you not to be this curious?” they hissed.

You once again heavily cough blood.

The white bob cut gives you a good look.  Analyzing every part of you.  They reminded you of Toji Zenin, just not as passive aggressive.  More direct.

“You were the women who master Sukuna wanted,” they say.  

“Did.. they save me?” you quietly reply.

“Yes, be thankful to him afterwards,” the bob cut looked down at you, as if you were an ant compared to them.  “Master Sukuna doesn’t save others unless it is to his benefit, don’t get too excited.”

You put your hand to your chest, lungs getting more painful each moment.  Like they were being hammered, stretched.

“Follow me,” the bob cut told you.  “Let’s get you prepared for tonight.”

You stand up, but hesitate.  

“Nothing bad will happen, I promise,” they assured.  

Following the white bob cut, they weren’t very talkative.  They only said their name was Uraume, and to never raise your head while speaking to the master.  Uraume reminded you of your sister more than Toji Zenin now.  Both spoke properly, with elegance but can be rude.

You two finally reach a room where the door was the of height of five men.  But it had an unsettling smell of blood.  A mat big enough to fit an entire family.  This was supposedly the master’s bedroom.  Next to the mat, was ropes and blindfolds.  

You knew what it meant.  

“You will wait here until master comes back,” Uraume says, shutting the door behind you before you could react.  

You quickly pound the door.

“Let me out!” you shouted, panicking.  “I’m not your master’s prostitute!”

You try breaking open the door, but nothing worked.  Everything felt like concrete.  Ever since Toji Zenin carried you on his shoulder, everything was heavy.  Out of your control.  

You start to scream.  Kicking the wall, and flipping over the mattress.  It wasn’t really out of anger.  Just paranoia.  You never realized how serious the butterfly effect could be.  Leaving the room you woke up in was truly a mistake.

“I’m going to trash this place if you don’t!” you shriek even louder.

No response.

“I’ll light it on fire!” you threaten, grabbing the nearest candlestick.

Uraume probably wasn’t even in the hallway anymore.

Screaming was no use.  Kicking was no use.  But waiting was no use either.

Instead, you think about how to defend yourself just in case Uraume’s master tries violating you.  You gather up all sharp objects.  The glass of shattered pottery worked.  Smashed jade also worked as defence.

Exhausted, you decide to sit and stare at the wall.

Now you knew why your sister does it.

-

For hours, you thought of your life before all this.

How peaceful it was if your family didn’t hand you to Zenin.

How peaceful it was if Toji didn’t leave you in the middle of chaos.

How peaceful it was if you didn’t let Uraume get you.

Your depression though, was intruded by large vibrations.  Like a giant was walking it’s way towards you.  You scramble to your feet and grab a shard of the pottery, hiding behind a room divider.  Whether the man was nice or not, you didn’t want to risk it like you did with Toji Zenin.

The door flew open.

A deadly aura made you shiver.  Like the god of death was playing hide and seek with you.  You try not to make any noise.

“How dare you hide from me,” a deep, annoyed voice made you cover your mouth in fear.  

He knew you were hiding.

“What are you doing behind here?” the voice was now near your ear.  You silently shriek and back away.  A smirk resided on the beasts face.  It was that monster from that night.  The four armed monster cackled as you firmly held the shard of pottery in your left hand.

“Holding your head a bit too high, aren’t you?” he gives you a cold stare.  You immediately drop to the ground on two knees, head low.  “Good.”

You sense the four armed beast circling you.  But you didn’t cry this time.  You understood your fate.  Giving yourself away to Uraume’s master.  Sukuna.

“Where’s your husband?” he asks.

You stayed silent.

“Answer me, women,” his voice now more firm.  “I’m not a patient man.”

“He abandoned me,” you quickly respond, eyes set on the floor.

“Oh?  In the middle of my rampage?” he laughed.  “What kind of husband is that?”

“I was stupid,” you cut him off.  “If you’re going to kill me, do it now.”

“I won’t kill you,” Sukuna raises your chin with his fingers.  “I’m here to create a binding vow.”

“A what?”

“A binding vow is a promise where two parties exchange benefits,” he explains, sitting on the mat.  “Not like you’ll understand what jujutsu is, but I want to make one with you.  In exchange, I’ll spare heal your lungs and not harm you in any way.”

“What’s the deal?” you ask.

“I want you to stay here, and not leave until I say so.  I will provide the shelter, clothing, and food,” he proposes with an evil smile.

“Heal my lungs with what?  Magic?” 

“Just tell me if it’s a deal or not.” he snarls.

It was obvious it was something else he wanted.  You didn’t know what, but survival was your first priority.

“Deal.”

Sukuna’s giant hands slowly reaches where your chest was, as you slapped it.

“You are not touching there,” you assert.  

“Listen women,” he scowls.  “If you want your lungs healed, you have to let me touch there,” he gives you a glare.  “Apart of our deal was I cannot harm or violate you.”

You let Sukuna touch your chest.  Surprising enough, he kept to his word.  He did not touch your breasts, or even look at them in a dirty way.  Your lungs felt less painful, and your breathing went back to normal.

“Thank you,” you said, not in a nice way.  

“Your welcome,” Sukuna stood up.  He was almost seven feet, or even more.  Unlike Toji, his build wasn’t something a human could achieve.  You noticed he had more than a pair of eyes.  A true monster.  The way he spoke was manic, loud, and rather dominant.  But what you appreciated most was how he stayed true to his word.  Unlike Toji Zenin.  You really hated how you would compare everyone you meet to him, but you couldn’t help it.

“I have some conditions for you,” you say dropping the shard of pottery.  You couldn’t kill him right now.  “

“You think you’re in the place to propose conditions with me?” he snaps.  “Women, I’ve already promised you safety and your needs.  What else?  New kimonos?”

“No,” you stare at him dead in the eye, with a stone expression.  “I want you to ensure extra measure’s I’m not killed.  Not even in an accident.”

“You won’t,” Sukuna’s face full of disgust.  It was quite clear he had no experience with protection.  “Do not question my abilities.”

“Speaking of which,” you say, toneless.  “How does me staying here benefit you?” 

Sukuna laughs, turning around leaving for the door.

“You’ll see!”

[dexrm]

kare no hime | 彼の姫

This story will contain mature themes.  Read at your own risk.

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Sukuna wasn’t happy after you left Uraume, but was unbothered when you said you were with Toji Zenin.  While travelling to your new residence north of Kyoto, Sukuna is ambushed with a curse technique that will forever change him.

Chapter five - Tsuku

“I was kidnapped and escaped, Sukuna,” you explain.  “It’s not my fault I was cornered, is it?” you tried to make your voice sound convincing.  Even if it was true, you felt as if your tongue made you sound like a liar.

“Who was that man?” Sukuna asked, toneless.  “Why did you go to him instead of trying to find me?”

You blink.  

“He saved me,” a brief sentence came from your mouth.  

“We should thank him next time,” his voice gave a sense of uneasiness.  You look up.  There he was, not glaring at you, but the path Toji left.  Your sister always blabbered about if a man doesn’t like another one of your man friends, he feels something much more for you.  

Sukuna and Toji both abandoned you at your worst.  Or actually, it’s more of Toji.  You were the one taken away from Sukuna.  Sukuna had a strange aura around him constantly.  You’ve seen his laughter rom slaughtering humans, but never an authentic one from him being humoured that doesn’t involve violence.  

You admire his ambition.  You really did.

Sukuna then walks away from you, gesturing his finger.

“Are we going home?” you ask, catching up.

Sukuna stops to give you an annoyed stare.

“We will not go back to Hida for a while,” he said.  “I will take you to our new residence.”

You nod.

-

No one ever told you your new residence was deep in the woods.  But you had to sit silently with Sukuna, whom was in deep thought again.  Moment by moment, he got one of his tattoos back.  It was like he was growing back into a monster.  

“Are you in love with that man?” Sukuna asked out of a sudden.

“No,” you reply steadily.  “Why?”

“Don’t women like those hero stories and fall in love with those men?” Sukuna laughed.  “So you don’t?”

“No.” your heart tightened.

Sukuna went back to his silence.

While he was in his own world, your entire body trembled.  Not out of fear, but your heart pounded this time.  You could sense your stomach twisting and stretching.  It felt hot.

“I need to get out,” Sukuna commanded, and Uraume immediately stopped.

You peek out the window.  The wooden wagon stood in the middle of nowhere, and Sukuna was just standing.  But not regularly standing.  Like he was waiting for prey to come to him.

Suddenly, the wagon flew up as you fall on the side.  Your head aches in pain, as another horrendous blow of a piece of wood hit your arm.  You couldn’t move, at least not now.  With the excruciating hit on the side of your forehead, you couldn’t even think.  

“Master Sukuna!” Uraume’s alarmed, not composed voice made you shiver as bits of tears flowed down your face.  You find a broken hole, and shuffle your body to peek.

Sukuna was on the dirt ground.

He didn’t respond to Uraume’s calls and pushes.

You put your hand over your mouth at the sight.

Beside Uraume were four other tall men you didn’t recognize.  They all wore dark blue robes or black kimonos, and one of them even had a disoriented head.

“Now, let us get Uraume,” a man with long black hair said in a calm tone.  

“Are we gonna just leave Sukuna there?” the disoriented head hissed.

“This path has been unused for years, they’re the first to go this way,” he sighed.  “I doubt even a wood cutter will come across here to save the now fallen King of Curses.”

He whispered to the man.

“Plus, you need me to defeat Uraume, remember?”

The other man glared, but nodded.

You looked back at Uraume.  They attempted to touch Sukuna’s body, but knew they had no chance.  Their only choice now was to run.  The other men chased after her.

You slowly sit up, head still dizzy and pounding.  Opening the now half destroyed window, you crawled out.

Sukuna laid there, unconscious.

You quickly ran to Sukuna, stumbling over him.

“Wake up please,” you cry.  You had no where to go now.  “Ryomen Sukuna, our deal isn’t over yet, wake up,” in the first in of your life, you used an immense amount of force to shake someone.  “Wake up!” you say in his ear.

For once in your life, you wish you weren’t free from him.

“Where am I?” his voice cracked.

You look at his face again.  He was blinking.

“You were attacked,” you explain.  “Are you hurt?”

“I was attacked?” his confused voice made your brain stop.  “I don’t remember being attacked.”

The worst of the worst came true.

“Do you remember your name?” you ask, cautious.

“N-no,” he said, sitting up now.  “Do I know you?”

“No,” your eyes were now red.  “We’re strangers.” the word made you want to vomit.  Before, Sukuna and you were strangers.  It was an undeniable fact.  But you wanted to understand more of his thoughts, his past.  He truly was a human monster, back then at least.

You stand up to leave Sukuna alone.

“Where are you going?” his voice made your heart heavy.

Your deal was now over with him.  You’re free.

A sudden punch in your chest hit you.  You cough up blood, lots of blood.  Each cough were like needles entering your lungs, slowly sinking into them.  Your head pounded faster, each breathe you took in made living feel like hell.

Coming to realization, you couldn’t break the rules.  Even if Sukuna has no memory of what happened, a vow was a vow.

Walking to the wagon, you pull out your bag.  You turn around to lift Sukuna up.

“We need to leave here, now,” you command.  “It’s not safe, people will come back to attack us.”

“Is there a village near by?” he asked.  

“We’ll find one,” you say.  

Walking the opposite direction, Sukuna follows you, but catches up to walk beside you.  You walk even faster, and he catches up easily.  

“I’ll lead the way,” he asserted.

“You don’t even remember how you came here,” you say with a stern tone.  

“I don’t care,” he laughed, walking.

-

The journey to find a village of any kind was long, exhausting, and made you furious.  This Sukuna wasn’t as calculating, he was open about his mistakes.  He would reach a dead end of trees, turn back, and repeat.

But the two of you saw smoke coming from a distant hill.

“Finally,” you gasp.

“What should my name be?” Sukuna stops.  You freeze at the question.  The name Ryomen Sukuna would give the bad men an idea of where he was.  

“I’ll name you,” you think.  “Tsuku?”

“That works,” Sukuna replied.  “Ugly name though.”

Although he was in no place to say that, you tolerated his comment.

Squinting, you spot a woman wearing slightly loose purple robe.  You walk closer, to see she was collecting herbs.

“Hello?” you yell.  The woman turns around, startled.

From the long grass, she pulls out an axe.  She walks, closer and closer to where you and Sukuna stood.  She then drops the axe.

“Yes?” she finally replied.

“Apologies if we startled you, we wanted to seek refuge from a nearby village.  We were recently just robbed most of our valuables,” you say.  

“Oh, I’ll lead you there,” the lady quietly said.  “I’m sorry if I looked as if I was about to attack you, there have been rumours of a beast in this forest.”

While following the lady, you glance at Sukuna.  One more tattoo added on the back of his neck.  He obviously was unaware of it though.

The village was relatively smaller than the one you lived in the Hida province.  But most houses still weren’t made from straw.  The lady’s robe was silk and new, probably from the wealthier part of the village.  She led you and Sukuna to her small but nicely furnished house.  Compared to Sukuna’s old residence, the smaller house was not minimalist at all.  There were flowers, plants, and decor anywhere you went.

You two finally sat on mats in the supposed guest room.

“My name is Aoi.  Tell me, where are your families?  What do you do for a living?” the woman pours green tea into cups.

“I don’t have a family,” you say.  “And he..  recently hit his head.  He can’t remember anything.”

This Sukuna didn’t glare at the woman with a deadly stare, but he drank his tea like a normal person.  But his gaze was still lifeless.

“I see,” the woman stopped to think.  “I have enough resources to house you both, but you two must contribute to the household, or else my husband will get mad.” she said with a vague smile.  She looked at you.  “Young lady, what is your name?”

You take a deep breathe.

“Fushiguro is my family name,” you reply.

“You will help with cooking, washing the clothes, and caring for my children.  Their both four,” she stood up.  “What about this man?”

“Tsuku,” Sukuna immediately said in an annoyed tone.  It was like he knew you were going to speak for him.

“You will aide my husband in his work then, I don’t know what he exactly does, but I’m sure he’ll appreciate extra help.”

Sukuna nods.

“You two will sleep in this room, and stay until you find a new place to live,” Aoi said.  “You will all start working tomorrow.”

The moment Aoi left the tiny room, you open the window.  It the sun was practically down, but you can see the red and orange hues at the bottom of the sky.  Sukuna sat down the thin mat we were supposed to sleep on.

“If you were just a stranger, how come a broken wagon was right beside us?” his voice was rather condescending, but not as much as before when he didn’t randomly forget everything.  Jujutsu or not, you didn’t understand.  But the other men clearly did something to Sukuna.

“I was travelling,” you confidently lie, sitting down on the bed next to him.  Your head still heavily ached from the fall, but you could feel the injury somewhere on the side of your head, your hair covering some of the blood.  But asking the lady to treat it was too much to ask for.  “I was robbed most of my things, and then I saw you lying on the ground.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow.  It was something he never did at all before.  The old Sukuna seemed to know the answers to everything.

“Thank you for saving me, Fushiguro,” he said.  Hearing Sukuna thank you was the last thing you expected, but you reminded yourself he wasn’t the same person.  

“I wouldn’t leave anyone like that in the middle of the forest,” you say, putting a blanket over yourself.  “Do you remember nothing from your life?”

“No,” Sukuna’s gaze leaned towards the window.  “I remember nothing at all,” he then turns to look at you.  “Are you injured?”

“No, why?” you tried not to stutter.

“I smell blood,” Sukuna claims.  

“I slightly hit my head,” you quickly shut his claims.

“Get it treated,” he lies down.  

You didn’t lie down.  You stared at Sukuna, wondering how different he was.  You weren’t quite sure what to do next.  But food, shelter, and safety wasn’t a problem now.  You didn’t know if you should leave Sukuna here and find your family, or take him with you.  But you couldn’t.  Your deal with him wasn’t over, but he doesn’t even remember the deal.  

Sukuna turned around to catch your eye.

“I don’t like it when people stare,” he said, turning back.

-

The cold midnight air woke you up.  Although the room was originally warm, it felt like the middle of winter.  The room was so dark you could barely see in front of you without overthinking about those creatures.  That purple blob who kidnapped you.

There was a slight knock on the window.  You back off a little.

“It’s me, Fushiguro,” a casual voice said.

Toji.

The window creaked opened, to reveal the muscular build and black robe.  It really was Toji Zenin.  His smug face.  Scar.  It was really him.

“T-toji?” your voice cracked.  “Why are you here?  How did you find me?”

“I’ll always know where you are,” he climbed in.

“Are you here to take me back?” a slightly trembling you asked.

Toji walked closer to you.  This time, his face was much more warm and approaching.  It was Toji.  But didn’t feel like Toji.  He looked at you in the eye.

“We are married, what do you mean?” he said.  “I’m just taking my lost wife home.”

“You abandoned me,” you lash out, but not aggressive enough to irritate him.

“Stop throwing tantrums,” he gently laughed.

Before you could react, a pair of giant hands flew to Toji’s neck, pinning him against the wall.  A monstrous height and body rose from the darkness.

Sukuna in his beast form.

His glowing red eyes stared into Toji’s.  A cunning smile rose from his face.

“Stop!” you shriek, rushing to slap Sukuna’s hands.  It was no use.  No matter how much you cried, you couldn’t stop Sukuna.  Toji was getting bluer by second, and you knew his ending.

“Toji!” you cried.

-

A gentle slap on the stomach, made you sit up from your cries.  You were still in that same room.  It wasn’t dark.  The moonlight was bright enough for you to see Sukuna leaning towards your face.

“Get off!” you crawl away from him.

“You were having a nightmare,” he said, unbothered.

“I was?” your voice sounded more paranoid then ever.  “Did you choke someone?”

“No,” he said, backing away.  “Were you dreaming of me hurting you?”

“Nono,” you say.  “I dreamed of someone I know hurting a friend.”

“I won’t hurt you,” he says.  He looked slightly scary, but genuine.  “I wouldn’t hurt someone who was my saviour.”

“How do you know I don’t have intentions to use you?” you joke, slightly happy on the inside.  

“Because,” he leaned forward, head towering over you.  “A vulnerable young lady with nothing, helping an unconscious man on the streets.  Tears in her eyes.  You did that out of mercy and kindness.”

“I guess you could say that,” you weren’t sure if you really did that out of kindness, or because of the consequences of breaking the binding vow.  

“There aren’t much people like you out there nowadays,” Sukuna suddenly scowls.  “A lot of them are selfish bastards.”

“How do you know if you lost your memory?” you started getting more comfortable.

“I remember seeing a child with an ugly, disfigured face being beat to death by some wealthy lords,” his gaze sharpened with disgust.  “I don’t know when or where.”

“There isn’t much you can do,” you say, leaning against the wall.  Sukuna doesn’t.  He sits on your mattress, legs half crossed, hand on his face.  “As long as hierarchy of any kind exist, people will belittle others, humiliate them.

“Of course it can be changed,” he snapped.  “If all humans were disfigured and sad, we’d be equal.  No one can laugh at you for looking and behaving strange,” Sukuna explained in a serious manner.

You cover your mouth to laugh.

“Most people would say if all people were healthy and kind to one another, we’d all be equal.  Your approach is interesting,” you shuffle closer to him.  Placing a hand on his shoulder.  

“Nonsense,” he replied.  “Illness will happen as long as mankind stay on this earth,” he glanced at you for a few seconds, then turning away.  “A perfect world is not realistically achievable, but an imperfect, grief ridden one will only make everyone appreciate what they have.”

You start to imagine a world where no one had a beautiful face.  Where everyone was ill, disfigured, and poor.  Where everyone was in grief.  It would be a disaster.

But it was true.  No one can compare themselves to others, or ask for more.  

“And how will you change mankind?” you ask.

“We have work tomorrow, let’s get some sleep.”

“Goodnight,” you say, before your head hits the mat once again.

[dexrm]

kare no hime | 彼の姫

This story will contain mature themes.  Read at your own risk.

On the night of your wedding, Sukuna disappears.

Chapter seven - Loss

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“What a lovely man I saw earlier,” Aoi laughs.  

“What happened?” you ask, helping her tidy her bedroom.  

“A young man who offered to carry a cart for me in return for money,” Aoi explained while wiping the floor.  A big visible smile stood there.  Aoi doesn’t smile very often.  

“He must be a kind man,” you reply, looking through Aoi’s husband’s book shelf.  But then it hit you.  Why Aoi smiled at another man so brightly instead of her own husband.  You glance at Aoi, living in her own world.  You won’t comment on it.  After all, her husband was never home.  But it would be a big betrayal on him, knowing his wife is longing for other men.

“He will be coming over for tea today,” Aoi couldn’t keep in her calm persona anymore.  

“That’s great,” you respond.

“When you see him,” she went on.  “His name is Zenin Toji.  Address him as Zenin-sama.”

-

“Why do you want me to get out of the house so quickly?” Sukuna asked as you pull his hand with you.  Almost tripping out of the house, you try to run with your grip on his wrist.  But he was too sturdy.  “We will be married tonight,” he gently hisses.  

“I want to spend time with you,” the excuse wasn’t entirely a lie.  

Dragging him onto the streets, you think of where to go.  

Rice cakes.

“Get me some rice cakes,” you point at a stand at the end of the street. 

“Getting demanding before we’re married,” Sukuna gently jokes as he walked to the direction you pointed.

You never realized how tall Sukuna got these months.  By this time, he was his original height.  Jujutsu or not, you knew he was eventually going back to looking like a beast.  You two would have to move out of the village.

But Toji Zenin was visiting today.

If he ever found out Tsuku was Sukuna, you weren’t sure what would happen.  Toji was the one who gave you to Sukuna in the first place.  You weren’t sure if there was a deal involved, but clearly there were bad intentions.  Toji Zenin was not a man to be trusted. 

Tsuku might go back to Ryomen Sukuna.

Your stomach twists in discomfort after the thought of that.

You wait.

It’s been a while, but you couldn’t quite see Sukuna with the crowd of people, so you decide to walk to the stand. 

“Sukuna?” you yell from a distance while getting closer and closer.

Sukuna stood there, with rice cakes for you.

“What took you so long?” you ask, taking a bite.

“I had a bit of an inconvenience,” he said, looking at the sky.

You hold his thumb while continuing down another street.

His gaze was unsettling, always turning his head to see what was behind him.  But you squeezed his hand, assuring him whatever it was, you would be there for him.

But truthfully, if he weren’t Tsuku, you would kill him.

Ryomen Sukuna slaughtered your entire village.

Because he could.

“Sukuna, who was that?” you ask.

“Who?” he replied, startled.

“I know you were talking to someone,” you were now scared, and annoyed.

“No one, Fushiguro,” he raised his voice.  “Let’s go.”

“Tell me,” you let go of his hand.

“It shouldn’t be of your concern,” Sukuna said, losing his patience.  

You decide to let the argument slide.

-

“When’s the guest coming?” Anju asked.

“Soon,” Aoi said, her fingers twitching.

You sit down next to Aoi and her sons waiting at the entrance.  You sent Sukuna out so Toji doesn’t spot him.  Anfuku wasn’t as excited as Anju though, he only appreciated the actions of Ryomen Sukuna.  

“I’m going to prepare confectionaries for the visitor,” you scurried into the hallway.  If possible, you wanted to avoid seeing him at all.

While in the kitchen, you hear the sound of laughter and kids giggling.  You wish Aoi could send Anju or Anfuku to the kitchen to retrieve the food instead of you going back.

Toji was the last man you’d like to see.

“Is the mochi ready?” Anju’s voice asked from outside the kitchen.

“Yes,” you replied.  

Anju came in, grabbing the plate of red bean filled dessert and ran off.  Opposed to Anfuku, Anju didn’t like having conversations with you.

You see Anfuku.

“Why are you here?  Go back with your brother,” You say.

“The man is strange,” Anfuku frowned.  “I like Tsuku better.”

“Don’t be like that,” you secretly agreed.  “What was he like?”

“Smiled a lot,” Anfuku ran in to open cabinets, probably searching for sweets.  “He asked a lot of questions.”

“Like?” you pull out a hard candy, handing it to Anfuku.

“He asked if we had a monster in the village,” Anfuku explained.  “He asked us if we knew someone named Ryomen Sukuna.”

“What?” you freeze. 

“Ryomen Sukuna,” Anfuku started getting nervous.  “H-he said it was a monster with four arms and pink hair.”

Gently grabbing Anfuku’s tiny hands, you rush to the room where Aoi and Toji were sitting.  His signature smug face was sitting there like he didn’t know you.  Toji wore a much more normal person kind of clothing this time.

“We’ve met before have we?” you ask.

“Sit down,” Aoi whispered.

“Looks like we have,” Toji gives you a long, unreadable stare. 

“You two know each other?” Aoi gives you a confused look.

“He saved me once,” you say.  You look at Aoi.  “I should be dressed up by now, Aoi.” the stare Toji gave you was like looking at an old friend you haven’t spoken to in a long time.  Except, you two weren’t friends.  

“Go change yourself, may you?” Aoi smiles.  

You nod.  Aoi’s obvious fondness of Toji did annoy you, but it’s not enough to anger you.  She obsessed over most components of your wedding, but now she’s giving those desires up for a man.

You walk out of the room, slightly pissed.

-

The wedding attire you wore didn’t feel special.

Sitting alone, you apply on simple blemishes of white makeup onto your face.  It was lonely, but it wasn’t a big deal.  While it never occurred to you why Ryomen Sukuna and Toji Zenin would both use you, you can’t help but feel a hint of sadness.  Deep down, you were aware of the fact you’re a chess piece.  A chess piece that didn’t engage in combat.

You pull out a piece of paper and a small bottle of ink from another drawer.  You haven’t written anything in so long.

But you started to write something.

One day, a fox hunted a sheep.

The fox put the sheep in a tigers cave.

The tiger took the sheep but did not kill the sheep.

ある日、キツネが羊を狩っていました。

キツネは羊をトラの洞窟に入れました。

虎は羊を奪いましたが、羊を殺しませんでした。

You think, and continue writing.

The tiger knew the fox was sly, so he waited for the fox to come back.

虎はキツネがずるいことを知っていたので、キツネが戻ってくるのを待ちました。

You stop.

Gently putting your brush down, you stare at the words you wrote.  

Took you long enough to know what kind of chess piece you were.

-

Spending a hour sitting in your room thinking drove you nuts.  But you had to head to the shrine soon.  Today, you were being married to Ryomen Sukuna.  The same body who murdered your family.  

“Come out!” Anfuku yelled, excitement building up in his voice.

You slowly get up, limbs numb.  

Upon opening the door, you see him and Aoi.

Shooting a look of disappointment at her, she continues to smile.  You couldn’t believe she would fall for that Zenin mans tricks.  Ever since you were small, you understood not everyone kind to you meant it.  People were only kind to you if they think you’re useful.  Except Tsuku.  

“Where’s Tsuku?” you ask.

“I have not seem him, but he should be back soon,” Aoi replied.

“Tsuku said he was on a walk!” Anfuku barged into the conversation.  

“Has the guest left?” you cautiously walk down the hall.

“Zenin Toji?  Yes, he has,” Aoi says in a much more lovely manner.  

A small pit of anger built up inside you.  Toji is a fox.  Much worse, actually.

Outside of Aoi’s house were a small crowd of neighbours cheering.  You didn’t know the names of a few, but they were the rare ones who thought Tsuku genuinely was a good man and not a monster.

“Where is the groom?” a man wearing all bright colours asked.

“On a walk,” Anfuku squeaked.

“Your generation is so careless, how can you be on a walk at this hour?” an old woman snapped.  “When I was young, men would spend the entire day waiting in patience!”

“I’m sure he’s probably running back by now,” Aoi laughed it off.

You look both directions on the street.  You sense no Sukuna.  You knew he didn’t forget about it.  He loves you, doesn’t he?

He does.  Tsuku loves you, but whether Ryomen Sukuna did was debatable.

So you guys decided to wait.

While Aoi was busy with the neighbours, you were in your room.  Not exactly panicking, but also incredibly anxious.

You took out the piece of paper.

Since you had time, you pulled out ink and a brush.

The tiger was cursed with memory loss.

The sheep decided to save the tiger.

The sheep and tiger are together now.

One day, the tiger is attacked for its skin.

トラは記憶喪失の呪いを受けました。

羊はトラを助けることにしました。

羊と虎は今一緒です。

ある日、トラが皮をめぐって襲われる

Suddenly, you felt your stomach hurt.  

Rushing out of the room, you call for Aoi.

“Where can he be?” you felt your heart pump restlessly.  “What if he is hurt by the village people who hate him?”

Aoi’s expression changed.

“Let’s search for him,” 

-

The sky slowly darkened.  Drops of white fell from the sky.  It was not so warm anymore, as temperatures drastically dropped.  The roofs slowly piled up with snow, sidewalk puddles now were icy slush.  Anfuku was also shivering.

“Tsuku?” the man in bright colours shouted in the centre of the village.

“You guys didn’t kill Tsuku, did you?” a lady asked a bunch of other women.

“He is odd looking, but we don’t have a reason to kill him!” one of them said.  

Person by person, you interviewed them like a maniac.  Your eyes were red and swollen from the dust and tears.  But one by one, they said they haven’t seen him around.

An old grandpa carrying bamboo on his back made his way up to the village from the forest.  You knew him, he was the man who once sold a table to Aoi.  But he was so old to the point his eyes couldn’t open and was almost bald.

“What is going on?” he asked, now behind you.

“I-I’m trying to find my fiancee,” you say, desperate.  “His name is Tsuku.  He has pink hair and-”

“I think I saw someone with pink hair in the forest,” he replied.  “My eyesight is not great, I apologize.”

“Was the man tall?” you spoke in a loud manner.  For the first time, you lost it.

“Oh I did not dare to make a sound, it was not even a man,” the old man pointed out.  “I was deep in the forest, when four armed pink hair beast was walking,” his gaze felt weak as the old man was describing what he saw.  “I waited until I was sure he was gone.”

“Ryomen Sukuna?” Anfuku shrieked from behind you.  “A monster?”

“Child, I am unsure, I’m old,” the old man sighed.

You looked at the direction of the forest.

“You said he was somewhere in there?” you ask, tone cold.

“Yes,” the old man’s voice sounded surprised.  “Young lady, that beast I saw is not your husband.  He is not human.”

The wind harshly blew into the direction of the forest, tree’s now covered in snow.  

“Anfuku, tell your mother I will be out there searching for Tsuku,” you pat his head.  

“What?  Can I come?” Anfuku grabbed your sleeves.

“No Anfuku, it’s snowing,” you hold his small hand.  You notice a glowing lamp someone left on the side of a cart.  “Can you give me that?”

Anfuku ran to pick up the lamp, then runs back for you to hold it.

“Will you be okay?  It’s pretty cold,” Anfuku sounded so innocent.

“I’ll be fine,” you head down the pathway to the forest. 

The longer and faster you walk, the further Anfuku was.  He was still standing by the hill, waving. 

The snow got into your eyelashes several times

You stopped at the entrance of the forest.  There were no more footprints.  The snow was so heavy nothing but white could be seen.

You step into the dark cold woods.

Step by step, you search for any sign of Sukuna.  He was now a big man, surely some signs of him would exist.  Surely.

-

“Tsuku?” you shout.  You took hundreds of steps into the forest. 

No reply.

“Are you scared?” you suddenly start crying even more.  “It’s me!  I won’t be scared of you.  I know having four arms is strange but,” you stop.  “Please tell me where you are!”

No response.

You gave into the possibility of it happening.

“Ryomen Sukuna?” your voice echoes throughout the forest.

Still nothing.  Not even an animal.  Just snow and wind.

As your fingers turned red, forming frostbites, you realized how underdressed you were.  Every body part of you wanted to give up.  

But you needed to find your husband.

“Where are you?” your broken wails weren’t enough. 

The sun had already set.  The warmth lantern had was only enough for your finger tips.  Snow was heavily falling from the sky, and the wind only added to the struggle of walking past the thick, white, cold substance.

“Tsuku?” you scream with the last breathe you had inside you.

No reply.

But you spot footsteps.  Large footsteps almost getting filled up with snow from the blizzard. 

As you follow the path, you spot red stains on the side of the track of footsteps.  Sometimes they were a few drops, but one had a whole puddle.  

On the middle of a steep hill of snow and dead plants, you spot a figure lying there.  A big man, with four arms.

The original body of Ryomen Sukuna was now fully developed.

“Tsuku!” you ran down the hill to him.

His eyes were still open.  His entire body was hotter then a pit of fire, but his heart was still beating.

“What happened,” you cry, holding his hand. 

Sukuna’s stomach was stained in red, metallic smelling liquid that was blood.  You take a closer look at the injury.  Something stabbed him.  Your white shiromuku was now tainted in red, sides ripped because of the tree branches holding onto it before.  

Sukuna slowly lifted his hands to your cheeks.  They were warm.

It looked like he had been like this for hours.

“You’ll be a widow if we get married now,” his hoarse voice made you lose it.  You burst into sobs and cries.  Your entire body hurt from it.  You didn’t want to be alone.  “Can you one last thing for me?”

“Yes,” you whispered, sitting down, lifting the upper half of his body on you.  His head laid on your chest.  You squeezed his hand.  But his stomach started bleeding again as you moved him.

“Sing for me,” he laughed.  “I want to hear you sing.”

Breaking into silent tears again, you quickly wipe them.

You start humming.

You weren’t even sure what you hummed.  You just knew it was something you did while putting Anfuku to sleep.  What the little boy requested every night.  

He diligently stares at you.

Sukuna’s death meant you were free from the binding vow, at least you think.  But this time, you didn’t want this to happen.  Sukuna’s death and Tsuku’s death will forever be different.  

Maybe, one day you two will meet in reincarnation.

One day.

One day was in another lifetime.

“If there’s another life, I would finish our wedding,” you say, holding his hand.  You felt your eyes swarm with warm, salty tears.  

“I promise we will meet in our next lives,” Sukuna whispered.  “I will find you.”

“And I will wait,” you respond. 

He grinned, teeth now big and sharp.  Sukuna didn’t cry.  You never saw him cry.  He never shed a single drop of tear.  He was smiling like the first night you met him.  Like an insane man.  He smiled like he was on top of a mountain of gold.  A man like Sukuna, no, Tsuku, never spoke too much.  He rarely smiled.

“Go,” he pushed you.  “There might be wolves, go.”

“But how do I cremate you?” you cry.

“You staying alive is more important,” he hissed.  “Fushiguro, go!”

“I don’t-”

Sukuna flashed a final glare at you.

“Farewell,” tears ran down your cold face as your voice faded away from the crying and screaming.

You smile, putting his head down.  You take out a frozen piece of rice cake preserved in a wrapper, and place it into his pocket.

You walk away from his body.

He doesn’t return that smile.  His eyes closed.

For most of your crying sessions, he would be there for you.  He would comfort you.  But when he felt humiliated by the village people mocking him, he wouldn’t let you go near him.  You knew he felt like an ugly monster.  He only had you, and you only had him.  He was unlike Ryomen Sukuna.  When Sukuna was angry, he would go massacre a city.  Tsuku didn’t yell.  He would sit there in silence, or smash a couple of plates when he thought no one was looking.  You could feel the anger and fury in him when he was called an oddly faced giant, but he didn’t say anything.  He would hold in all his pain and anger.  You wonder if that’s what Sukuna faced when he wasn’t some beast.

You couldn’t cry.  Not because you didn’t want to, but your face was frozen.

Step by step, hour by minute, you walk back.

Tsuku is no longer in your life.  He is forever gone.  You weren’t sure if you saw him as Ryomen Sukuna or another individual.  The severe, oddly burning pain inside you was getting increasingly worse.  

By the time you reached the path to the village, you felt your head burn.  Everything felt surreal.  Everything looked blurry.

“Fushiguro!” voices called out from the top of the hill.

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This is not the end guys!