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- What do you think you`re doing, brat?
Yuji, you have to hand it to him, barely responds to it.
- Self-harm, man.
The cuts on his arm are very subtle and hardly felt at all. The slight tingling across his skin is nothing compared to a torn chest or torture from Sukuna.
He's strangely becoming mere serene with the knowledge that for once it is entirely up to him the amount of pain he's receiving.
It's just such a delightful feeling.
- I`m not treating this shit, call me wen you decide to give me your body.
- Thank goodness I won't see you until the very end.
The hand with the blade tries on a couple of cool tattoos for a second and twitches.
The new cut looks just plain ugly - too wide and deep, hell, he'll need more tissues.
Or not.
- If you don`t stop it, your "until the very end" won`t be long.
This just sounds hilarious coming from the king of curses, and Yuji actually laughs as he gets up from his already warm seat at his desk.
He has to copy the homework from Megumi.
It makes him laugh louder.
Life is beautiful.
****
- I will slowly and painfully rip every muscle out of your limbs, enjoying your endless screams and pleas for mercy.
Surprisingly enough, this isn't addressed to Yuji. God, they're finally making progress.
For some insane reason, there was no pity for Gojo-sensei, who became a scapegoat.
- Delightful. - Yuji responds, automatically shifting the attention of the whole room to himself. And he absolutely doesn't care what they think, as long as it means he won't be tortured tonight.
Sukuna looks at him, too... well, as much as she can from his position on his cheek.
- Since you're so transfixed in your awareness of the insignificance of this white worm, I'll let you speak your mind.
That means he'll have to wage war on both fronts, one aimed at a peaceful sleep and a battle for Sukuna's loyalty to his nerve cells, and the other, to make sure that after the consequences of the first, his execution isn't postponed until tomorrow.
Hell, maybe life was a little more complicated than he thought it would be at eight years old.
- You really need to think about the eyes first, otherwise, he'll smile at you even with a missing mandible or something...
He's not great at metaphors, but he's banking on Sukuna being poetic enough to understand. Well...Sensei .... smiles ...with his eyes....
Maybe if he read more, it would sound better in his head.
The Sukuna on his cheek is silent for another couple of seconds and finally disappears with a quiet
"That's a thought."
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- ...Yuji?
He really doesn't want to look Nobara`s eyes.
God, he gets bent over every day.
****
- So... how long have you and Sukuna been best friends? - Nobara, God bless her soul, sits next to him in the kitchen during the breakfast and acts like their team consists of just the three of them. Seriously, Sukuna is always here to listen to gossip.
Yuji quickly runs the scenes of ripped ribs and ripped out mandibles through his head. Indeed. Best friends.
- Last week he let me sleep without nightmares because I asked him to. I guess that's a starting point .
For some reason, his two friends (no longer the only ones, apparently), are getting tense. What were they planning to hear? A "That's a lie!", "There's nothing wrong with me!" styled answer ?
He was fine before he swallowed Sukuna's finger, that's when he was fine. Times are changing.
- And two weeks ago, I didn't pull out your fingernails because you asked me to.
- A high-pitched plea doesn't count.
- Ah, so that's what you call your pathetic gurgling in your own blood. That's sweet.
- And you say you're a king and yet instead of a throne, you're sitting on a pile of bones. We're all have quirks.
Judging by the snapping of teeth on his neck, Sukuna is trying to twist his mouth on his skin to bite himself. Fun.
Yuji, mindful of this, carefully piles more rice on his plate, trying to make as little skin-to-skin contact as possible to avoid possible bites on his fingers. He's had enough of his mental trauma from the curse, thank you, enough for a lifetime.
- Yuji... is everything all right?
He can't refrain from examining himself.
Man, if that's how a person looks when everything's okay, he'll probably look miserable when he's dead.
- Of course not. I have late stage schizophrenia, and instead of taking pills against it, I'm encouraged to develop the disease.
- You can always say "no" and die.
- And you can always stop being an asshole, but for some reason, you still haven't.
- I'm not attracted to any option where you're not squirming in agony.
- And I'm not attracted to any option where I'm dead, which is terrible, considering you're with me.
- Someone won't sleep tonight.
That's nice, because he hears it every day instead of "good night."
Oh my God! Nothing has changed.
- Both of us, because you're going to be busy keeping me awake. It's a harsh world.
- Are we disturbing you?
Megumi, who had previously silently but anxiously watched their verbal altercation, decided it was time to end it after all.
- It would be better if you were dead, but silence would be good, too.
- You can't scold food.
And that's how Yuji gets everyone in the room, including the curse king, to shut up again.
It's so beautiful. The silence. The last time he heard it was a couple of days ago, God, he missed it so much.
-....Juji what the fuck?
Even though Nobara broke five seconds of bliss, the curse is still silent, so Yuji still considers it a victory.
- It was in the language of curses, you'll learn it if you live like me.
Sukuna's mouth opens in his palm to obviously annoy him, but he throws the rice in there.
While Sukuna is swallowing, he remains silent, so Yuji feeds him his own portion, regretting nothing.
****
- Do you crave death?
One of those moments when Sukuna stops broadcasting endless bloody radio to him falls on his next razor-blade psychotherapy session.
Yuji really doesn't know whether to rejoice because he's stopped hearing about decomposing babies in pregnant women's bellies or to cry because now he'll have to use his brain for two things at once:
1) Not accidentally die.
2) Talking to a sociopath.
- Wrong wording. I crave, only not mine, but yours.
Sukuna, oh God, doesn't respond to that.
Unbelievable.
Instead, his lower pair of eyes slightly squint and open.
The mouth, which was still on the inside of his palm, the hand he was cutting, twisted.
- What was that for?
Because Yuji is a bit of a masochist as of late, but he won't say it out loud.
- Control in some form of it, I think.
He feels Sukuna examining the cuts on his arm. Feels the saliva secretion not in his mouth.
It's a strange feeling. It would be creepy if it were the first time.
The mouth on his palm opens and in his subconscious he feels it would be weird.
- We might as well have been in this together.
Yes, it did feel weird, but mostly almost insulting.
- Dude, the whole point is that you're not there during this process.
The lips on his hand curve into a smug smirk.
- I have more to offer than you think, brat. We'll both win.
Well, he can always say "no" and have that meditation session that takes away the physical signs of Sukuna. Long and painful, but what can't be done in his situation.
- Enlighten me, the pathetic mortal.
The mouth on his hand smiles so wide now that Yuji fears for the integrity of his palm.
- If you want control that badly, you could tell me what to do.
I promise I'll be obedient.
Oh holy fuck. That sounded like the most sarcastic sneer ever to come out of anything's mouth, but damn, that parasite was serious.
Fuck. Worst deal ever. Yuji is ecstatic.
- You are not kidding me, right?- He wasn't kidding, but Yuji had to ask him again just to make sure he wasn't making it up.
- I wouldn't offer you such a gift if I wasn't serious.
And oh, control the King of Curses.
The thought gave Yuji goose bumps. It would've sounded delightful on his tongue if he had dared to say it out loud. Instead, he rolled the thought around in his brain, savoring it. Sukuna was definitely aware of this action, because he quietly cooed, clearly encouraging him to think further.
Oh, now when he had a new option, he just couldn't get it out of his head. The seed was planted and it was beautiful.
Sukuna doing whatever Yuji told him to do, no matter how gentle and teasing his orders might be.
Yuji was already feeling bad, and he hadn't even said anything yet.
-.....okay.
He sounded muffled and uncharacteristically quiet, God, it did something to him.
- Say that again. I didn't quite hear your intention.
The bastard not only heard it out loud, he saw it all in his mind. Sadistic prick.
- Let's do it. I want to.
- Lovely.
****
And that's how they ended up in the bathroom, locked up tight.
Yuji made sure his front door was locked, then moved a chair to it, just in case. Not that that would stop Gojo-sensei or something, but he just wanted to see the illusion, okay?
Only after the bathroom lock clicked for the second, and last, time did he feel the tentative privacy.
It also helped that his bathroom faced a wall to the street, not Megumi's room, otherwise it would've been awkward.
Sukuna was silent as Yuji spread out towels on the floor in the corner, making himself a warm spot.
There were: Bandages (a pack), Blades (2 pieces (just in case)), Wet Wipes (a pack (pomegranate-scented, cool.)), Pillow (to squeeze), Disinfector (a bottle (not full)), Band-Aids (lots), White Towel (for tears), Red Towel (for blood), Pack of chips (to eat while he cries).
Having reasoned that he could drink water from the tap, he decided not to go to the kitchen.
Yuji looked around awkwardly and decided that, yes, he had everything, and crawled into a corner.
- Brat, if you had prepared so thoroughly for everything, I would've thought you were a worthy vessel.
- Instead, you consider me a worthy vessel because I prepare carefully to let you torment me.
They were awkwardly silent for a minute.
- So.... Anything I want?
- We'll see. Judging by the amount of stuff in here, we're here until morning. We have time.
Yuji liked the idea in the beginning, but now he really felt extremely uncomfortable.
Is he supposed to do everything the same as with the blades, but with Sukuna as the tool?
Should it be limited to his hands? Is Sukuna really not going to kill him accidentally by getting carried away?
- Hmmm.... Bite me?
The lips on my palm curve into a smirk.
- I might enjoy it even more than I thought I would.
Yuji brings his hand with Sukuna's mouth to his wrist and places it right between his open teeth.
It's a little scary, because this is a practice they haven't done yet.
- Squeeze. Slowly.
He's not quite sure it will work the way Sukuna described it, because seriously, for the king of curses to listen to him?
But nevertheless, he is pleasantly surprised when the curse does indeed clench its fangs around his hand, slowly, just as he said it would.
Pretty quickly it becomes uncomfortable, the wrist was an unfortunate spot. Yuji feels one of Sukuna's fangs slip lightly over his protruding bone, through still unbroken skin.
The veins on the inside of his wrist clench, but the skin does not tear.
The sharp stinging pain comes after a couple of seconds. As far as he can tell, three teeth pierce the skin. Two from above and one from below.
He can work with that.
- Stop.
The pressure fades and Yuji thinks something might actually come out of this.
Sukuna is silent in his subconscious, so he thinks it's okay to move on.
- Keep them at this level and try not to unclench.
He feels the tongue of the curse lick the blood from the wounds.
- There will be more, don't choke on it.
There's a slightly intrigued hum in his head.
Yuji pulls his knee toward him and leans his hand against it, pressing his hand with Sukuna harder against his skin in parallel. Damn, that's a good idea, but it's going to hurt like hell.
He trembles with pain and anticipation.
He stops for a second and rolls over on his side, grabbing the red towel with his teeth, and quickly returns to his original position.
Perhaps he should stifle a scream.
Yuji sighs deeply and convulsively before slowly beginning to guide his teeth up the skin to his elbow.
Tears spurt from his eyes and he groans into the towel, lowering his head slightly.
The mouth on his arm makes something between a gurgle and a rumble and swallows.
God, this is so weird.
He could feel the skin tearing and splitting under the pressure of the sharp fangs.
Hell wasn't even halfway to his elbow, and his hands were already shaking like he was having a seizure.
I need a little help here.
He sends this message on their internal channel and hell, he has to wait quite a while before Sukuna pays attention. The asshole enjoys the taste of blood so much, like he's a vampire.
Take control of my arm and move up to my elbow. No further than that. I'm really on the verge of pulling you off.
The last part seemed to make Sukuna suspiciously sober.
He could feel his hand going numb.
He always thought it was funny how his muscles increased as the curse took control of his arms.
His thoughts were quickly cut short when the hand and mouth twitched.
Yuji screamed.
Through the tears, he could see black spots in front of his eyes.
How. It hurt.
His body trembled he could think of nothing but pain.
He ripped Sukuna away from his meal, somehow his hand obeyed him despite the tattoos.
Trying to hold his wounded limb over the towels, he wiped his tears on his hand( his or Sukuna's) without stopping shaking.
What a fucking mess. Still, when he said "move to the elbow" he should have added "Slowly".
What the fuck.
Sucuna's such a bastard.
- It`s dripping.
- No fucking... floats.
He sounded really pathetic because of the convulsive sigh that came out at the end.
- Brat, just... give it to me.
He'll have to live with that shit until the execution. What was he thinking?
Now, instead of ripping his ribs out, Sukuna will drink his blood and eat his liver.
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.
Wow. Nothing will change.
His life sucks.
- Say please.
He lowered his hand closer to the towels, ostensibly about to wipe it, threateningly, as much as a trembling man who was rapidly losing blood could.
He had a right to be a little prick.
-..........Please, Yuji.
And he barely thinks before returning Sukuna's mouth to his bleeding cuts.
Oh. His cheeks are burning and it's not the fever.
Oh.
He'll have to figure out a way to counteract it if he doesn't want to give Sukuna control of his body, just because the curse will politely ask.
He watched in a slight haze as the mouth on his arm licked his wounds, spreading his tongue over the skin, making the cuts bleed harder.
A curse growled in his brain and he found it strangely lulling.
Yuji covers his eyes thinking that Sukuna, after all, was wrong.
He won't last until morning.
****
He wakes up to find Sukuna's face a few inches from his own.
The curse is smiling madly. His teeth are red and his eyes shine with something that most resembles joy.
- You have pleasantly surprised me, Yuji.
The name he holds out particularly sweetly, right into his ear, he can't help but flinch.
Sukuna vibrates joyfully.
He reaches down to his neck and runs his wet tongue from shoulder to ear.
Even if Yuji moans, no one will know it.
- We have a new night program. You're going to love it.