Mine Alone

Chapter 2: Comfort

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN JUJUTSU KAISEN, ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE AUTHOR GEGE AKUTAMI-SENSEI.  I ONLY OWN THE PLOT OF THIS STORY.

This is the second and most likely the final chapter, because like I had mentioned before, I didn't and don't want to make it longer.  Because I think it would be a bit difficult for me to write a whole thing about this and not end up spoiling everything in the manga form the current chapters.  Like in the end notes of last chapter, I mentioned a few chapters from the manga, and some feelings that Yuuji had.

So, that was kind of like a little spoiler, just a bit.

Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Enjoy.

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Yuuji didn't want to admit it, but he found comfort in hearing Sukuna.

Over time, his words went from degrading to comforting.  Sweet words of protection.  Of security.

They were all beautiful lies.  But lies he oh so wanted to believe.

It's true what they say, the devil knows you more than you know yourself.

Yuuji found strength and comfort in his friends, but he did as well with Sukuna.  Oddly enough.

'Am I going crazy?' He thought to himself as he draped his arm across his eyes while he laid in bed that night hoping to sleep.

He closed his eyes and was once again pulled into Sukuna's domain as he had in the previous nights.

He found himself standing in the red water just below the throne of skulls.  A throne in which Sukuna sat at looking down at him.

No words were uttered between the two.  They each knew how the other felt.  One looking for reassurance and comfort, and the other willing to give it, at a price, if he only reached out.

Sukuna's comfort is a morbid one, but none the less it was comfort.  Yuuji took slow steps closer to the mountain of skulls.

One foot on the skulls, and Sukuna stretched out one hand towards Yuuji, as if an invitation to further climb to seek what he needed and wanted.

Yuuji was dumbfounded, but he somehow found himself climbing that mountain even though he kept telling himself to stop.  To go back, to not reach out to that outstretched hand.  The hand that belonged to the curse that seemed all too happy to have him get closer and closer.

Once he reached the top and shakily placed his hand in Sukuna's.  Yuuji felt as if his hand would burn at the touch, the repulse he felt was enough to want to pull away.  But he didn't.

He didn't, because oddly enough the warmth that curse held was comforting.

A comforting warmth that had him tightening his hold on Sukuna's hand, 'Ah, this is what I needed.' He thought in surprise.

Who would have thought that the very being that would be the cause of his death, would be able to provide such warmth and comfort with just a single touch?

His head hung low in embarrassment and shame at having felt such things towards Sukuna.  Yet still he didn't let go of that hand.

Sukuna lightly tugged at that hand, and that was all it took for Yuuji to fall forward and kneel in front of Sukuna, head forehead lightly touching the King of Curses' knee.

Sukuna clenched his hand tightly onto the limp hand of the other, and with the other he weaved his hands in Yuuji's hair before harshly pulling at his hair.  Pulling his head up to face him.