"I beg your pardon?"
Yuuji looks at the Beta in front of him with wide eyes. Standing behind him are Chouso and Megumi, who make no attempt to hide the malicious and suspicious looks they're bestowing on the white haired Beta.
"My Lord and Master, Ryoumen sama has requested for your presence, Madam Itadori." Uraume repeats with another bow of their head. "He asks that you join him for lunch today at the compound."
Yuuji splutters a little, his beautiful amber eyes still wide with disbelief. "Are- are you quite certain your Master requested for my presence and not that of one of my children?" Yuuji asks with a nervous smile.
"I'm absolutely certain, Madam Itadori. You have caught my Master's eyes and he'd like to get to know you?"
"You... you do know that we Madam's are not for service, right?"
"Quite." Uraume replies. "But are you going to refuse Ryoumen sama's request, Madam Itadori?"
Behind him, Chouso's and Megumi's eyes narrow to slits at the implication of his question. Yuuji eyes narrow a little, his amber eyes turning cold and his facial expression goes blank.
So, that's how it is, huh?
"Very well." Yuuji says with a monotonous voice. "We shall be there."
"My Master only requires your presence." Uraume spares the Alphas behind Yuuji dismissive glances.
Before Chouso and Megumi could refute, Yuuji raises a jewelry adorned hand, making them to go still.
"Very well." Yuuji repeats.
"We shall be awaiting your arrival, Madam." The Beta bows his head. "Have a blessed morn."
The three watch as he exists the establishment.
"Otouto-" Chouso starts but Yuuji raises his hand again, stopping him from speaking.
So, Ryoumen Sukuna is one of those men, then?
A mirthless smile graces Yuuji's lips.
"You're truly going?" Megumi asks.
"Ryoumen Sukuna is not only the General of our army, but he's also the nephew of the Emperor through marriage. Ignoring his request will be bad buisness for us." Yuuji closes his eyes and heaves a silent sigh. "I have you all to think about and I shall not incur the wrath of the royal family on us."
Chouso clicks his tongue in irritation.
Yuuji turns around, the sleeves of his kimono fluttering.
"Besides, more recommendations, especially from a man of such high ranking, is encouraged!" Yuuji says with a bright grin.
Yuuji's grin melts away to a soft look at the worried expressions on his brother and friend.
"You two..." Yuuji heaves a fond, exasperated sigh. "I'll be fine. I can take care of myself!" The Omega does a funny pose, flexing his toned bicep that is hidden under his thick kimono.
Megumi rolls his eyes and mutters a fond "Idiot" while Chouso nods in agreement, looking at his littlest brother with pride.
With the help of his children and Nobara, the Omega gets ready. He dons on a white juban before putting on a blue kimono with pink petals and red helms. Two clips are pinned to the corner of his head, both having small emerald stones on them - a gift from one of his previous client of high ranking all those years ago.
His lips are painted with lip gloss, making his cherry lips to shine. He has the scent nulling patch on his scent gland removed, allowing his tantalising scent of a mix of peach, honey and vanilla whiff into the air. One or two of his children rub against him whilst purring as his comforting scent fills the room.
Yuuji planned for Chouso to drive him to the Ryoumen manor, but Ryoumen beat him to it.
Standing in the middle of the House's small compound is a carriage driven by two great and well taken care of stallions. The carriage screams wealth and Yuuji just stares at it with deadpanned eyes.
A handful of his children are outside and are looking at the carriage with awed looks.
Chouso helps Yuuji up into the carriage (glaring at the rider when he tried to hold Yuuji's hand and help him up), and gave the knuckles of his sibling a soft kiss before closing the door.
Everyone watch him go, some the the children waving goodbye to their mother and wishing him good luck.
The ride to the aristocratic area is filled with Yuuji looking around with an unimpressed expression.
You'd think that with the way the aristocratics behaved with sticks up their asses that their houses would be made out of pure gold or something. Heck, Yuuji expected the very ground to be gold (they did restricted this area from lower classes), but what do you know? Ordinary ground.
Yuuji recognizes one or two (make that six) men as they drive by. Although they couldn't see him (due to the curtains) but Yuuji could through the small opening.
For ones condemning the red districts and the behaviour of the men of the lower classes, they're the ones who occupy his House more so than others.
Arrange marriages must suck.
They arrive at the Ryoumen manor in no time. Yuuji cocks a bemused brow at the sight of two guards standing before the gate. Said gate is then opened and they drive in.
As he walks up the grand stairs leading to the entrance of the grand manor (more like small castle),Yuuji moves slowly, holding the sides of his kimono in his hands, so as not to fall.
Thank the gods he decided to forgo wearing a high geta sandals this time.
At the large main doors, he's met with Uraume, who clearly has been awaiting his arrival.
"Welcome, Madam Itadori." Uraume greets with a bow of their head, their hands clasp together and before them. "I hope your journey here was pleasant."
"Hmm." Yuuji pockets his hands inside his kimono sleeves, staring at the Beta with dull eyes.
"Please, do come in." Uraume gestures at the doors with a bow as they slowly open. "Ryoumen sama is waiting."
With Uraume leading the way, Yuuji is led into the house. Immediately he crosses the threshold, his muscles coil with tension, hidden by his kimono. He becomes alert, he sharp eyes darting from one corner to another. He takes everything in with his battled trained, keen eyes.
The Omega fingers the hidden blade in his sleeve, ready to draw it anytime at the sight of any foul play.
With said keen eyes, he takes in the beautiful architecture of the manor. One or two painting catches his attention, as does some ornaments.
They walk through many corridors, passing through many hallways, and the deeper they walk in, the more tense Yuuji gets.
The Beta leads them out of the manor through another large door and Yuuji finds himself looking out at a miniature arena.
Fighting two men wielding swords with a bostaff is a tall man with broad shoulders and strong muscles. His short pink hair, almost looking bright red under the sunlight, is also cut with a black undercut - making Yuuji to internally joke if they're somewhat related.
Yuuji watches with rapt attention as the behemoth of a man brings down his opponents without so much of a sweat. More take their places and Yuuji watches with bemusement as what look like the guards of this quasi-palace are brought down with fast moves from the man.
He easily blocks their attacks, spins out of the way, even throwing somersaults for one of his height and size!
All in all the pink haired man (who's definitely an Alpha) is a warrior, but the rest...
Yuuji's lips curl in displeasure. "How pathetically weak."
Besides him, Uraume lips twitches in amusement. Through the corner of their eye, they observe as the Omega keenly dissects the spar with judging ambers.
So, their informat was right.
The Omega has the eyes of an Assassin. Or a retired one in this case.
Yuuji watches in bemusement as the Alpha puts an end to the disgrace of a spar after knocking the last guard out. He gives his saff a twirl, making his muscles to ripple, before turning around.
Blue. That's the first thing Yuuji sees. Blue like the winter ice.
A smug smirk stretches the Alpha's as he catches sight of Yuuji. He hands his blood stained staff over to the servant who rushes to attend to him.
Still half naked, with his pants riding low, and light sheen of sweat making his muscles look glorious, Ryoumen makes his way over to them.
"Why, if it isn't the famous Madam Itadori." Ryoumen stops few feet before Yuuji, looking down at the adorably short man. "I see you accepted my invitation and graced my humble abobe with your ethereal presence."
The corner of Yuuji's lips gives a bemused twitch. "Refusing an inviting from one as mighty as you is foolish, Lord Ryoumen." With his hands still pocketed in his kimono sleeves, the Omega gives a small bow. "Besides," He continues, a mirthless smile on his soft lips. "My Lord didn't exactly give me a choice to refuse or not."
Ryoumen chuckles, his eyes shining with mirth at the back talk. "That I didn't."
Whilst Ryoumen goes back in to freshen up, Yuuji is lead to a large, out beautiful (heian) gezebo situated on a tiny island surrounded by a lake by a maid. Sakura petals are raining down on the area, beautifying the scenery more.
The Omega sits on a soft mat seiza style, arranging his kimono well so that he'd have free movement.
Exquisite looking dishes are placed on the table by different maids, along with different drinks by various maids. A cup is set before him and one of the maid carefully pours some sake for him.
When Yuuji raises the cup, gracefully as always, his nose catches a hint of a familiar poison in it. The Omega's lips twitches in amusement.
Looks like Ryoumen's enemies have the balls of steel. To be so bold as to outright poison the food of such a Prime Alpha like Ryoumen, who's currently hosting a guest they know absolutely nothing about, they must be desperate.
As Yuuji brings the cup to his lips, his sharp eyes catches sight of three suspicious forms. His lips stretches into a warm smile before he takes a sip of his sake.
Ah. Arsenic. His favorite.
Yuuji wonders how Ryoumen is going to fare.
With a chuckle, Yuuji drowns the rest of his cup. He reaches for the bottle and pours more for himself. He closes his eyes and drowns the cup.
How long has it been since he has tasted arsenic? It brings back memories of his early years in the Guild.
Young him drinking various poisons and their antidotes so as to gain the immunity he has to them today.
Ah~ Those were the days.
"I see you're enjoying the hospitality, Madam."
Yuuji slowly opens his eyes and lay them on the Lord who's dressed to impress.
"Lord Ryoumen." Yuuji greets, his eyes taking in Ryoumen's handsome form.
Yuuji would be a fool to deny Ryoumen's grace and beauty in all its roguish glory.
Ryoumen takes a sit, crossing his legs. Uraume takes a position behind Ryoumen, ever loyal.
Yuuji watches with amused eyes as Ryoumen takes the bottle and pours a drink for himself. He throws the drink back, sighing as the alcohol smoothly goes down his throat.
As the two silently eat, with Ryoumen asking simple questions, mostly about himself and the Geisha House, Yuuji keep throwing glances at the General, waiting to see his reaction to the poison. His interest perks up higher when minutes later the General doesn't fall over dead.
"So, how much do I pay to get a night with you?"
"Awfully forward, aren't you, Lord Ryoumen?" Yuuji cocks a brow at him.
The Prime Alpha smirks. "I'm sure you know why I called you, Madam Itadori. You seem like a smart person."
"Hm." Yuuji takes one last sip before dropping his cup on the table. "I figured that out long before I came here, Ryoumen sama." Yuuji gives the General a sultry smile. "Let me inform you that I don't come cheap."
"And I'm rich."
Yuuji chuckles. "I can see that."
"Then it's settled then." Ryoumen snaps his fingers and the servants walk forward and start cleaning up the table. Before they could leave, Yuuji speaks up.
"But before we get down to buisness, aren't you going to deal with those three over there?"
Ryoumen's blue eyes sharpens and his lips stretches into a wide grin. "You noticed."
"I know you're no fool, Ryoumen sama." Yuuji chuckles. "You've looked into my background and know that high tolerance to poison is one of my skill. So the taste of arsenic is a familiar delight."
The suspected three halt in their tracks. They could feel the penetrating gaze of the irregular Omega.
They have been caught.
They look around and see that the guards are on alert and looking at them with their hands on the hilt of their swords.
There's no escape.
The question in this is why hasn't the poison worked? The General should have dropped dead by now!
"And it seems that you're immune to the poison as well." Yuuji tilts his head. "Is it one of those rumoured perks of being a Prime Alpha? Or is it because of years of indigestion of various poisons and their antidotes?"
Ryoumen's lips tilts into a smirk, a brow arching.
"I see."
So, Ryoumen is a bit like Chouso then.
"Uraume."
In a show of impressive speed, Uraume goes after the targets. Said targets fling the dishes aside and bring out their hidden weapons. The maids there let out screams of shock, making Yuuji's eye to twitch in irritation.
With their custom made daggers, Uraume easily brings the first one down in a matter of seconds. The one closet to them gets Uraume's daggers stabbing through her chest before her throat is slit, making blood to gush out in a volatile manner, and then impaling the dagger into the side of her skull.
The rest two make their way over to the seated Prime Alpha, but it seems that they either don't know who they're dealing with or totally forgot about Ryoumen's prowess.
One of the woman gets stopped by Uraume, getting hit with one of their dagger to the skull, and the other woman successfully makes it to Ryoumen.
In a show of speed and agility for one his size, Ryoumen moves out of the way and grabs the woman and slams her to the table - all the while still sitting down!
Yuuji watches with light awe as Ryoumen grabs the woman's hand and promptly disarms her by swiftly breaking her wrist, getting a shrill scream from her. When she tries to move, he grabs her hair and slams her head to the oak table, denting it a little.
"I take it you three the assassins sent by my Lieutenant."
So, he knew about them?
"Please, do not call them assassins." Yuuji speaks up, his cold eyes staring in displeasure at the General. "Calling them assassins is an insult to everyone that takes their missions seriously."
Ryoumen chuckles. "My apologies." He gets a beaming smile from Yuuji, which honestly makes his cock twitch in interest. "So, you're the insignificant pawns that Gojo sent after me?"
Yuuji perks up.
Gojo? As in Gojo Satoru? Or is it his father?
The woman just grunts and snarls ferociously, struggling against Ryoumen's hold. She starts spewing nonsense, insulting Ryoumen and cursing his name.
Irritated by her voice, Yuuji reaches into his sleeves, unseathes his dagger and brings it out in a smooth and elegant move. He gives the weapon a twirl like the seasoned handler that he is and promptly drives the dagger into the side of the woman's head - the tip of the dagger almost coming out through the other side of her skull.
"How annoying." Yuuji says with a cold voice, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
Blood and brain matter come spluttering out as Yuuji jerks his dagger out of the woman's corpse. He slowly cleans the dagger on her cloth, humming a melodious tune under his breath.
Ryoumen's eyes never stray away from the vicious sight that is the Omega before him. He's hard as a rock under his kimono; he eyes shining with lust and hunger. His blue eyes have a little red in them as a result of his inner Alpha trying to come out an md claim this angel of death as his.
But not now. Soon. Very soon.
Yuuji seathes his dagger back and pockets it into his sleeve. He has a bright smile on his face. He doesn't realize that he strikes fear into the hearts of all those around, except for Ryoumen and Uraume, with his blood stained face and dangerous smile.
Ryoumen reaches forward, totally ignoring the bleeding corpse and that he's staining his kimono with her blood, and takes the side of Yuuji's face into his large palm.
The Omega holds in the purr that wants to escape at the feel of that warm, calloused palm.
Ryoumen uses his thumb to clean one of the tiny speck of blood on Yuuji's soft cheek. He brings the thumb to his lips and licks the blood up whilst maintaining eye constant with Yuuji.
The pink haired Omega feels a small thrilled shiver of want crawl down his spine. He gives Ryoumen a hungry look, fidgeting on his mat to will his hard on away as slick dribbles down into his underwear.
The scent of Yuuji's want fills the area and Ryoumen's eyes becomes sharper as Yuuji's scent becomes stronger and fills his senses. Hungrier in fact.
The two leave the gezebo, being escorted by Uraume. The rest of the guards, and maids, start cleaning up the mess left behind.
As they head over to Yuuji's carriage (the Lord gifts the ride to Yuuji, getting a bemused look from the Omega), the two come to an agreement of their meeting.
"I'll be awaiting your presence, Ryoumen sama." Yuuji says as he sits on the chair inside the carriage, a bright smile on his lips.
"And I shall be there, Madam Itadori." Ryoumen says with a smile.
"Yuuji." The Omega says. "A man of such great prowess as yourself has gained the right to call me by my name. So, please, call me Yuuji, Ryoumen sama."
"Yuuji." Ryoumen tests the name on his tongue, getting a light blush to grace Yuuji's cheek at the sound of his velvety voice pronouncing his name like smooth chocolate.
Ryoumen reaches forward and grabs Yuuji's hand, bringing it to his lips. As he plants a soft kiss to Yuuji's knuckles, he looks straight into those hunger ambers with his equally hungry winter blues.
"Then please, call me Sukuna."