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It was, as usual, the same desparation that woke him up at night.
The same longing that has long consumed his heart and mind and soul. One that he could not seem to get away from.
Also one, that his hands that have calluses from the never ending fights with the devils that lurk in the night have already accepted.
Its been a long day for Megumi of Zenin. His head was still aching from the time he hit it against a rock that belonged on the Singing Mountains while he was struggling with the Special Grade. It hurt his pride to admit such failures but it is after all what had happened. He always blamed himself for his mistakes but also couldn’t help but feel as if his clan was deceiving him by deliberately sending him to quests harder than his current power could handle.
The Clan chose a youngling each sun dawn to hunt those creatures that spread horror through the towns. That night, the chosen one was Megumi and as the ever loyal child, he didnt hesitate to follow with his destiny.
...
The ever loyal child, Hah!
How could he even think of himself loyal when his hands were reaching underneath his bed-robes at the thought of the enemy king?
How could he think of himself a proper fighter when his weak willed knees trembled at the sight of him; a proper men when his traitorous body shivered at his booming, strong voice...
Megumi’s hands shook as he held his manhood. Sweat gathered on his temples as pleasure slowly took up his mind and body. All that surrendered him now were the thoughts of his one and only. His king that he couldn’t even fight alongside and protect. Show his loyalty and love and his bottomless endless devotion for the man that was nothing but an enemy.
The King of Curses, Ryoumen Sukuna.
Megumi has been in love with this monster of a man for 5 full moons now. Has admired him far longer than that. Even after all this time, the guilt hasn't passed away.
The guilt of betraying his family in this perverted way; of falling in love with whom he was told to hate. Most of all, for this yearning to be with him against everything and everyone.
Even his so called family. The Zenins.
His hand quickened its pace.
Megumi’s trusted companions were by his bed. It was too late for them to hop and play around but their warmth and joy still filled the air. As he reached his high, Megumi took a look at them and wondered if they would follow him to places far from The Zenin Lands where they were the most comfortable.
He hoped they did once he gathered the strength and the courage to follow his heart instead of this destiny bestowed upon him.
But what of his sister then?
Tsumiki who has never left his side. Who now lays sick under Uncle Naoya’s care. He couldn’t leave her until she gathered her health. He also couldn’t trust Uncle Naoya. He was but a snake in the form of men after all, the only one who didnt fit in this clan; the only one that wasnt a wolf.
“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶,” Toji said once,
“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.”
And Megumi trusted his father. Even if he didn't, he had eyes and intuition. Everyone who spent a little time with Naoya knew of his slippery ways.
If Megumi left, he must take his sister with him. But would Sukuna accept her? Help her with her sickness and allow comfort?
Would Sukuna even accept him?
Why would he? Megumi wasn't even strong enough to beat a Special Grade on his own. He held the hereditary technique yet he couldn’t even reach his full potential. Sukuna would cast him aside or even have his head for disrespecting him for even thinking of being worthy to stand by his side. He was after all a cruel man inside and out.
Heart heavy, Megumi turned towards the cracked window.
The scintillating stars at the zenith of the sky shined on him through it. He kept his misery to himself as he has always done and enjoyed the the the beauty of night sky and lulled himself to sleep. With the warmth at his feet by the wolves and the moon blessing him with its presence; Megumi wondered for the millionth time,
“Would you be able to accept me as I am, if I were to to come to you”
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The desert was ruthless.
‘Would he be able to survive here and be satisfied?” King of Curses thought.
Sukuna was not a being that thought of other peoples wants and needs. He was the strongest and he lived only for his own satisfaction and pleasure. For centuries he remained victorious and the most important. He would continue to do so.
Yet he couldn't help but remember the boy with the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen.
They reminded him of the jewels his people so carefully mined all day.
Emeralds.
He has seen him plenty of times throughout the conflicts with the prosperous Zenin Clan. They were all quite similar but this one stood out to him. The way his face stoic face flushed whenever Sukuna filled everywhere with his energy and strength, the way his pretty pale hands hesitated to draw his weapons against him...
Sukuna wanted him.
He hasn't desired anyone or anything this way before. He has never wanted to keep anything by his side forever. He was a curse filled with greed and had no care for human life. This was his hedonistic world to do whatever he wanted with.
Yet this one Zenin boy made him consider destroying the desert just so he could be comfortable.
It was pathetic and unlike Sukuna so he deserted it. Tried to get rid off it, even thought of killing the boy just so this unfamiliar weighting lust could be gone but he decided against it at the end. It felt wrong. It felt wrong to be a god without such a worshipper. So came making peace with it. This blessing that was worth keeping alive...
He reached for his drink and ran his hand through the peach colored hair. Let the poison fill his mouth that was soft unlike the rest of him. Looked down at his lap and grinned.
There was no force in his hedonistic world that could stop him from taking what he wanted.