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First came the feeling of nothing.
Then came hunger.
Then the wrongness creeped in.
Was she dead? Was she in heaven? Was she in hell?
What was she? She felt detached, yes but in someway she could tell she was attached to something.
2 eyes opened, then 2 more.
Kyoshi was a frail young woman when she gave birth to what she was told would be twins.
When the healer handed her the swaddle she peered in to see one child. There was something wrong.
The healer cleared his throat, “It seems your twins have been born as one.”
She stared at him for far too long.
“I think i’ll call him sukuna.” One who eradicates evil
For as long as Ryomen Sukuna could remember he (she?) has had another set of memories in his (her?) head, one where she (he?) was a girl living in the far far future, one where his (her?) life was simply a piece of fiction. This brought with it an issue, one that he (she?) had yet to think about.
Who were they?
Sometimes it hurt when the village boys teased him (her?) for being so girly. But sometimes she (he?) preened under that attention. Sometimes they even envied those small curses that did not have to worry about such trivial things as gender, it must be nice living in such a sweet ignorant bliss. He makes sure to stomp them all into the ground.
They run along the weathered path that leads out of the village and towards their river-side house. “Mama!!! Ma!” they shouted.
Kyoshi tutted at them. “Stop shouting hon’!”
“Play our special game with me!!” This ‘special game’ was actually something from their last life, ultimate naughts and crosses, but Kyoshi didn't need to know that.
“‘Course hon’.” she chuckled lightly to herself.
Sukuna took this time to stare at her, the original didn't get a mum, did he? Maybe that's why he turned out that way, or maybe his love made Kyoshi stay for longer than Ogkuna got.
As Kyoshi stood, the kimono shifted to reveal her skeletal arms. Sukuna rushed to help her walk to the tree stump across from them, they didn't have enough money to waste to use valuable paper and ink on Sukuna’s games, they used sticks to draw it in the dirt instead. Kyoshi's straight brown hair cascaded down, obscuring her face as she bent down to retrieve her stick; it looked so much like the hair of Sukuna’s last life. Her brown hair got odd looks thrown her way in such a small village where everyone had the same black hair, she didn't get those looks anymore. People were scared that if they looked at her funny that she would set her ‘demon son’ on them. They should be scared, a voice muttered at the back of their mind proudly. Two ruby-red eyes peered over at him, OH right it was their turn oops. Sukuna loved Kyoshi’s eyes.
They both stood in the river together. Kyoshi sneaking glances over at Sukuna as they giggled and tried to get the fish. Suddenly a rock came out from under them and they went face-first into the river bed. When Sukuna surfaced again it was to the stifled giggles of their mother. Sukuna's mouth twisted into a smile. “I got the fish mama!” Kyoshi raised her eyebrow at him. All four of his arms were empty. He stood taller and opened his stomach mouth (which was seriously cool, by the way, He didn't know how he ever lived without one in his (her?) last life) to reveal 3 wriggling fish. Kyoshi ruffled his hair as she took the fish, “How about I gut these while you wash the fish taste out of your mouth hon’?” He nodded to that, raw fish was not a good taste.
He hummed as he slipped on his favourite oversized Haori, perfect for hiding his 4 arms and grabbed the basket Kyoshi wove last week. He grabbed a few coins that he made selling baskets with his mother and slipped them into his coin pouch. “MA!” he called.
“Goodness, Sukuna, stop screaming.” replied kyoshi. He sent her a sheepish look and they began walking into town. Sukuna sent invisible slashes towards the minor curses that crawled weakly on the ground in front of them. They screamed before they disintegrated.
One who eradicates evil , he planned to stay true to the name that his mother gave him.