𝓝𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻 [r.sukuna]

28. Guilt

(A/N: really graphic description of violence and gore. from this point on I decided to put this book in the "for adults" category. Also I put into this category since from this point on the story will become darker, much like the manga and there will soon be some steamy content.)

The day of the Exchange event was approaching and she was still mulling over what happened that day.

She felt horrible after saying those things to poor Itadori, he didn't do anything wrong to deserve such a treatment.

However she also wasn't able to put her pride away and apologise to him. The necromancer still believed that she was not in the wrong and that following his ideology the boy would inevitably encounter death.

But did she really have the power to judge what other people believed in? She sometimes needed to remind herself that the boy in a year or so would inevitably die because he needed to be executed.

Would it really matter if he died from an unjust execution or die pursuing his own beliefs?

Now that she thought about it, she felt even more like shit because she lashed out at a fifteen years old boy who got a death sentence hanging over his head.

Shinzo didn't want to wound him, she wanted to warn him about how dangerous and pointless the path he had chosen would be.

When charging towards Mahito in the school hallway, she clearly heard Sukuna's sickly laughter.

Itadori made the mistake to think that the demon would help him. She'd known the cursed king for half of her life span now, and one thing she could say about him was that he needed to be kept on a tight leash or he would bite your hand off.

After spending several years with him, she got a pretty good hang on his warped up psychology. Also he stopped trying to kill her or psychologically abuse her, that helped.

Two years since she'd made a pact with him, she found herself in a life or death situation because of him.

She found herself in that position because he gave him too much trust and freedom. She found herself in what looked like a slaughterhouse, but actually was her classroom.

The metallic scent of blood could be smelled in the classroom, she heard screams and cries. She kept her head in between her knees, trying to stay perfectly still, too afraid to make a movement and alert the hell spawn.

"Shinzo-chan...help me." Miko-chan extended  a mutilated hand towards her while dragging herself towards the other girl.

The little necromancer slowly raised her head towards her friend, the same friend that some days before called her a monster and told the other kids that she was cursed.

A trail of blood could be seen behind Miko, her leg had teeth marks on it. This looked like hell.

Shinzo was too scared to make a move, she felt like she was caught into a spider web, however she overcame her fear and her shaking hand reached towards the treacherous friend.

Then she flinched and stopped, the cursed spirit was right behind her classmates, it was breathing heavily and its rugged breath made the two girl shiver.

"Why did you stop Shinzo-chan...? What's going on?" the girl asked with a terrorised gaze.

"That's right why did you stop Shinzo-chan~?" this was Sukuna's voice coming from her right, he was crouched next to her in a relaxed position.