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Itadori Yuji has always been alone. His parents had never been apart of his life. His grandfather had raised him, but he too left his life.
Wasuke felt alone as he died.
"Don't die alone like me," He had said. As if Yuji wasn't there. As if he didn't watch him die.
Yuji had friends in school, making friends came easy to him, the extroverted kind of guy he was. Being athletic helped too. His closest friends at the time, though, where from the occult club. Something he had only really joined to leave school early, he did find comfort in those two. Iguchi and Sasaki. They might of been the only people he had successfully saved. He can't help but wonder where they are now, never quite got the time to talk to them again, after all that... had happened.
Maybe if he hadn't saved them, he wouldn't be here. Maybe he'd be living a normal life, if he had just left Fushiguro to run alone into the school. Never eating Sukuna's finger, never knowing of the world of curses, never... Is that a selfish thought? He feels guilty for feeling it either way. Guilty had been the only thing he's been feeling lately anyways.
He met Kugisaki and Fushiguro either way. No going back to the past, useless to think about it.
Yuji didn't feel lonely with them. Even after getting his hand ripped off, even after his heart was ripped out of his chest, he could only feel like someone was there. Some people who cared. He wasn't alone, so he was alright with it.
Well, he would've been, but Sukuna wouldn't let that go so easily.
Yuji didn't feel alone with Sukuna, but it wasn't exactly welcome company.
But Sukuna granted him with life once more, and Yuji wasn't alone. Until he was again. Only him, Sukuna, and an endless supply of movies. And the doll, he supposes.
Junpei... It felt nice with Junpei, which if probably why it hurt so bad with him gone. Such an improper death, and he couldn't do a single thing about it. So stupid, so worthless, so... alone. Unbelievably alone. And they could just laugh. Laugh and laugh at his mistakes. Yuji hated when Sukuna laughed. Hated it when he felt a little less alone. Knowing he was there, never going to leave. Not allowed to. Yuji's stomach churns if he thinks about it, so he doesn't. Pretends the feeling of comfort isn't there.
Life got better at the Goodwill Event. Even if the Kyoto wanted him dead, he didn't feel alone at all. Even when they got attacked, and he feared for his and his friends lives, not once did he feel alone.
But now?
Now, as Yuji looks apon the rubble, a city left in compleat ruin. It was unnatural, seeing such a large space completely empty and leveled out. Some parts where even flat. Even patches of red where mere dots compared to the mass of destruction he was staring at in complete shock. What had he heard? Right before he switched back over?
"Look, brat." Yuji wheezes.
He can't not look. He can't turn his head, not even a fraction over. His eyes simply glide over the endless rubble. He feels lightheaded. Nauseous. His stomach hurts. Moving finally, he gripped his face. Is this real? Really real? He hears a distant chuckle.
All of this... it was caused by this body. These hands. Witness by these eyes. Moved by his legs, the very ones that feel like jello. They shake as he drops to his knees.
Still looking. Still not turning away. Its so... quiet. Not a single sound. Like the silence after a storm.
Wetness is running down his face, but he can't feel it. Its not real. This isn't real. A distant amusement and satisfaction is in the back of his mind. Bile rises in his throat.
Yuji's gaze is finally ripped away as he unintentionally lurches forward. A hand on his stomach, the other yanking at his hair. A distant interest.
He needs to die, he thinks. This isn't worth it anymore. Eating Sukuna's fingers was supposed to stop deaths, not... He stomach lurches at the thought of eating those fingers. Getting forcefed them is a sensation he unconsciously feels.
A while passes, just laying there. Not moving, not really existing. His thoughts are jumbled, he considers bashing his head out on the concrete. Pink hairs fall out in the corner of his vision so he closes his eyes.
Yuji senses the change in environment before he feels it. His stomach heaves, and vomit is in his mouth for a split second before it slides back down. Bloodied water that isn't actually wet drenches his pants and the wrists of his shirt. Kinda surprised thats still on, actually...
A snort drags him out of his thoughts, and he finally looks up. His back pops uncomfortably as he's forced to look higher and higher, at the mound of bones and skulls, and the demon that sits atop it. Sukuna rests his head in his hand, a horribly smug look sitting atop his face. Yuji doesn't even react for a moment, staring wide eyed. His emotions come back to him as he unconsciously feels appreciative at the change in environment, the skulls are much better then the now expansive Shibuya.
"So," Sukuna grins, "get a good look?"
Now back to reality, the mental kind at least, Yuji is filled with insatiable rage. He sees red, storming up to the top of the mound as fast as physically possible. Either visionless to Sukuna's grin widening, of ignoring it all together, Yuji marches up, winding back his arm, fully prepared to land a punch straight to the face. He doesn't get far before a hand is practically clotheslining him.
"Ach-...!" Yuji chokes and suppresses a cough. The hand squeezes.
"So disrespectful." Sukuna tilts his head. "Acting as if this is my fault, getting emotional..."
It is! Yuji desperately wants to say. The hand squeezes harder. Nails dig into his neck, blood teardrops down his collar. Puke gathers at his throat again.
"Tsk, tsk. Trying to blame me? Shouldn't the vessel do a better job of containing...?" Sukuna chuckles. "Broken bottles get thrown away."
Sukuna's hand lets up for a moment, and grips down again, but that moment is all Yuji's stomach needs as it gives up entirely. Yuji vomits, directly into the arm gripping him. Sukuna makes a face of surprise, though doesn't let his grip up.
Yuji's jaw goes slack. Fuck. Silence. Sukuna is staring at his bile covered arm, he doesn't give away what he's feeling, though Yuji only assumes its disgust.
A second passes and Yuji is cut into three even chunks, sending him out of the innate domain. Sukuna blinks. His arm is still covered in bile. He lifts it closer to his face.
Mostly clear liquid and stomach acid. Yuji hadn't eaten in a while, he guesses. Sukuna licks a lime through the bile. Its tingly and tastes of morning breath. Sukuna hums.
Back in Shibuya, Yuji stares blankly. He's kind of embarrassed. No, technically Sukuna made him puke, he shouldn't be embarrassed. He huffs. What a way to put out the mood. He sighs and turns away from Shibuya.
As he walks back into society, he feels horribly guilty, but not alone.
Strange.