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They despised water. They’ve drowned nearly every time they went near water. Floating was worse. They recall their mother’s words, just relax, I’m right here, you’ll be fine.
They still kicked up a fuss and left the pool with a scowl. That reminded them, where are they? Why do they feel like they’re floating? Is this what floating feels like? It’s weird. Their limbs were spread out, further than they biologically could be. They were being stretched then, in one of those mediveal torture machines. Why them? They haven’t done anything.
Their limbs came back to them. Arms reattached to shoulders and knees connected their upper and lower legs. They tried to stand up but they couldn’t move. That’s not good. Being in this state in general wasn’t good. They wanted to go home. Why can’t they go home?
Something grabbed them. Something oily and weird and disgusting grabbed them. They wanted it off. They wanted to scream but they couldn’t, the words wouldn’t leave their mouth. Do they even have a mouth anymore? They got dragged somewhere deep. Somewhere where light wouldn’t greet them again.
And then they awakened.
A wrinkly, putrid, purple thing wriggled in front of them, letting out unholy sounds. Muscle memory and disgust took over. They slashed their arm down and the thing died, its purple blood splattered across the pavement. Purple? Blood was usually red. Most animals had red blood, sea animals like jellyfish might not even have blood. Though, they never paid attention to biology so they couldn’t confirm. They never paid much attention to school in general.
A shoe scratched against concrete and they whipped their head around. They were met with the sight of a familiar black-haired boy. A frown snuck onto their face before they could stop it. Megumi Fushiguro sat in front of them, trembling like a new born deer and eyes shrinking into pinpricks of fear.
Megumi Fushiguro is a fictional character. Megumi Fushiguro doesn’t exist in real life.
But they’re dead, aren’t they? This could be their afterlife.
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But the afterlife is supposed to be paradise. They may like Jujutsu Kaisen but they know that it's hell. Everyone dies. No one stays safe.
Transmigration then? That doesn’t sound fun. They kept staring at Megumi. They should probably stop. They needed to actually figure out what’s happening. Their hand snapped out and grabbed their face before they could even blink. “Hey, what are you trying to do with my body?”
Yuuji Itadori? Oh. Then that means they were Sukuna now. Sukuna, a man that loved torture. Sukuna, a man who split himself apart to be effectively immortal. Sukuna, a man that will level Shibuya and Shinjuku all in the name of being the strongest.
They could do this, acting was easy.
“Oh? Isn’t this interesting.” Something akin to a chuckle left their lips, “I must apologise since this body will be mine from now on.”
Something eerie but not evil. They didn’t say they were going to go on a murder rampage so that should make Yuuji slightly more comfortable. However, control slipped from their fingers as Yuuji pushed them down. They were grateful though, now they could get their thoughts together before talking to Gojo.
They landed gracefully onto Sukuna’s throne, a familiar white fabric pooling around their arms. It was uncomfortable with the bones poking at their skin but they could persevere.
Flickers of memories flashed through their mind.
Finishing their rereading of Jujutsu Kaisen. Tears filling their eyes. Car horns blaring. A bright light and then nothing. They got distracted and got hit by a car. A stupid death. Strangely, they didn’t feel grief or regret, just a numb observation.
They used to be emotional. They used to be empathetic. Did transmigration change them that much?
Something prodded at their domain, an invitation of sorts. Gojo was here then. They took the invitation and the breeze of the cold night welcomed them. Gojo was talking about the Kikufuku mochi he bought. They tilted their head as they listened. They liked chocolate mochi.
…
They wanted chocolate mochi now.
Gojo was still talking, flailing his hands around like a fish out of water. They were getting impatient.
“Are you done with your useless explanation of your low quality food?” They sneered, the hatred rolling off of their tongue smoothly. A little too smooth. The yellow hoodie scratched at their skin like someone was digging nails into it. Their hands twitched as they repressed the urge to rip it apart.
Gojo turned around with a smug smile. They still thought they were right in their justification for hating Gojo. Their friends nearly crucified them when they first expressed their opinion. Their friends, they will miss them. Gojo’s voice broke the tension filled air, “and here I thought you were gonna attack me as soon as you could?”
They glared at Gojo, hoping their resentment could be felt through his thick skin. “Due to your Limitless and Six Eyes being activated, I wouldn’t be able to touch you and even I know the limits of my own power.” Gojo froze. They snickered, “Oh? Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to tell with your sickly white hair and the cursed energy you-”
They were cut off as a piece of rubble flew past them, not hitting them but close enough to cause a normal person to fear. They weren’t normal though, not anymore. They frowned and their hands twitched for vengeance. “Apologies!” Gojo laughed, “I thought I saw a bug near you.”
Control faded away again and they fell back into their domain. They started to think.
They didn’t remember their name. They were a girl but that didn’t fit them now, did it? They had just finished their shift and got struck by a car because they were glued to their phone. They did not like Gojo. They loved Yuuji and wanted to comfort him. They could do that now. They could become a mentor figure of some sorts to Yuuji and make sure he doesn’t go through the trauma the original Sukuna put him through.
The domain dimmed as Gojo knocked out Yuuji. The boy fell, his consciousness spiralling into the back of his mind. They guided Yuuji to their domain instead. Yuuji splashed softly onto the blood-water covered floor, the liquid hovering around his clothes. They descended from their throne and lowered themselves to sit beside Yuuji. They gently gathered him into their arms, humming a soft tune.
Yuuji groaned and shifted around but ultimately stayed asleep. It was kind of cute, he reminded them of a cat. They looked around for a bed or something comfortable and were met with nothing but gore. Bones started moving with their own volition. They stared in awe as the bones constructed a crudely made bed. Blankets and pillows materialised out of thin air and squeezed into any crack of space. They hoisted Yuuji up into their arms, walking slowly to the bed. They laid Yuuji onto the plethora of blankets and pillows and watched him.
Watched every breath, every wrinkle of his nose and every minute shift of his body. It was obsessive and weird, they know but who wouldn’t do the same?
If you had your favourite character right in front of you, you would stare as well.
They shook their head vigorously and lightly slapped their cheeks. They needed to plan. Plan everything from start to finish to make sure Yuuji ends up happy and safe.