'King of Curses'

- 18

He didn't want to see her get hurt, but he knew eventually she would come to speak with him. So he made sure to prepare, but he didn't think she'd actually come to him alone.

"Please, Yuji! These memories are eating at me. It hurts and its frustrating being completely out of the dark about something I deserve to know about." She grabs onto his shirt, pushing him against the wall.

His cheeks go red and turns away from her. (y/n)'s head hangs as more images run through her mind.

"I...I just want answers... I need Sukuna... I need him to just..." Silence fell the room, as her eyes filled with tears, when she felt hands touch her chin.

"You need me? Is that really how you want to phrase that without any context, (y/n)" The hand tilts her chin up so she's forced to look at Sukuna.

Looking into his eyes felt so familiar, like she's seen them every passing day of her life. They felt so close to her, like she was suppose to treasure the time she looks into them.

"Sukuna..." They both gaze at each other as the moonlight from the window shines through. At this moment, she felt like she needed to hug him, but if she did what would that mean to her? She felt so sad and didn't know why.

"Please, I dont know what's happening. You have to tell me!" She says, louder then she expected.

Her grip on his shirt tightened and her eye grew more determined for answers. Though, Sukuna just smiled back at her, as he leaned against the wall.

He enjoyed seeing her eyes filled with tears. He remembered all the times he made her cry in the past and how it made him feel. To his surprise he was impressed that her consciousness had already recognised him.

"And what exactly do you want me to tell you, (y/n) (l/n)?" He takes his hand away from her chin and placed it in his pockets. Her eyes dart back at his, trying to sear for the right question to ask.

"...Who am I?" She says with a soft voice. Sukuna's smile dissipates. He studies her face, wondering if it was too early to tell her or not.

"I thought you would have already figured it out." He bends down to her ear and whispers. The hair on her arms stand up as she felt the warmth from his breath tickler her ear lobes.

"I-I don't want to believe it..." (y/n) hangs her head. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks, because she knew if this was the truth, her life from now on would change for the worst.
"That I was a follower of yours." She then hears Sukuna sigh from above her and looks up.

"You were more than just a pathetic follower of mine" His eyes were cold as they stared into hers. It frightened her that she steps back from him.

"Of course, I can show you how close we really where. Maybe that will jolt your memory" His smile returns and corners her to the bed. She trips over the edge of the mattress, falling back into the sheets.

"Wh-what do you mean by that?" She struggles to say as Sukunas body hovered over hers.

"You're an adult are you not?" He says back. He restrains her wrist above her head and held her body down with his.

"Stop! Get off me! Sukuna, please." Her eyes started to swell up with tears from the fear she felt. Her body was shaking which only roused Sukuna even more.

"Can't help it at this moment. When you look at me like that, it's pure ecstasy in my eyes." His hand travels up her waist and glides across her body as he tasted her neck.

"How can you not expect this. You stand in front of me alone, asking for me." He licks her ear, causing her to flinch to the side.
"Especially after not feeling you or hearing you for the past 1000 years." He unhooks her bra strap and felt her body shake more from the trauma. It was just like she was back then.

"Sukuna, please I'm begging you let me go!" She struggles under his grip, but it was too tight. Her shear strength was nothing compared to his.

"At this point you're practically asking me in." He chuckles in her ear and continues to study her body.

Then a sharp wind cuts between the two barely touching her cheek. An unsettling sound, splatters beside her ear. She turns to the lines on his wrist and notices a thin line pouring with blood between his marking.

His wrist falls beside her. Sukuna pulls away and looks at the clean cut. He laughs as a dark figure stands beside them.

"Touch her again, and it'll be your head next." Sukuna smiles at the voice and instantly heals his hand, watching it slowly take form.

"Look who finally decided to show up..." Sukuna turns towards the man as the moonlight reappears from behind the clouds.

"Seiichi." He whispers with a grin.