CastAway

*Chapter 16*

Amantium irae amoris integratio est
[The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love]
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I huffed softly while I laid on the ground for a few moments. Out of everything that could have happened tonight, finding myself in Sukuna's domain never crossed my mind. With an emotionless facade covering my face, I stood and faced the familiar throne of animal bones. At the top sat Sukuna in all his devilish glory.

He was leaning back with feigned indifference, his cheek resting on his hand in casual curiosity. It felt like I was a mouse and he was the lion playing with his dinner. The billowing white kimono he wore completely hid his muscular physique. If he hadn't tried to kill me, I would probably be trying to sit on his lap and get my hands under his clothes.

"Hello, little siren." Sukuna tried to sound intimidating, but something in his tone was off.

"What do you want?" I was exhausted, and definitely not in the mood for small talk. I wanted a long, dreamless, restful sleep. Instead, I was here. Talking to the man turned curse who tried to kill me.

"You don't seem happy to see me." His tone was bland as he simply stated what he was thinking.

"I'm tired. I want to be peacefully sleeping right now, not here." I frustratedly ran a hand through my hair, pushing it back out of my face. "You ripped my heart out of my chest, literally, in an attempt to kill me. Why would I want to be here, in front of you? Give me one good fucking reason why I would want to be within one hundred miles of someone who tried to kill me?"

"I can't speak for others," When Sukuna appeared behind me in a matter of seconds, I didn't move. I didn't want to see the smirk on his face. That damned smirk that always did me in. He grasped my waist and slowly slid his hand to my stomach while he talked. "But, as for myself, I see the way you look at me. Hiding your lust with anger."

"Is everything sex with you?" I spun around and took a step away from him. The sudden movement forced his hand off me. "It doesn't matter how good you are in bed if you're a raging asshole! I have had it with you! You try to kill me, then act like nothing happened and we can fuck each other every chance we get!"

"What does it matter? You survived!" Sukuna's answer made me scoff and turn my head to look away from him.

"I didn't." I paused to consider my response. He didn't interrupt me or tease me like I was expecting. He gave me the time I needed to think. "I died, just didn't stay that way."

"I killed you, you came back. It's in the past now. Can't we move on?" The lightness in his tone came back due to his confidence he had the upper hand.

"Move on? How can I move on when I'm constantly worried about you trying to kill me again?" I didn't intend to yell at him, but I already had problems controlling myself in his presence.

"What if I promise not to let you die until I regain my power?" Sukuna sounded like this was a win-win situation, but I couldn't imagine what he would gain from this.

"Why?" The moment the word fell from my lips, he was standing less than a foot in front of me.

"You're far too interesting to die now, kitten." Sukuna reached forward to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. A gesture that should be comforting made me flinch away from his hand. After what happened, I couldn't be too careful.

"I'll try to forgive you, but only if you make the promise." My voice was steady, unfaltering. A perfect mask of calm to hide my unease.

Sukuna slowly, cautiously wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into him. I was still guarded, but I let him hold me. I let my hands rest on his chest. If someone looked at us it would appear as if I was pushing him away from me. My posture may have been stiff, but by the gods I wanted to cave in. Let him try to comfort me even if he'll stab me in the back.