Sanako Araki 21
Sanako lives a simple life with her dysfunctional family. But she hides so many secrets; little does she know that it's more the other way around.
-Writing the story atm-
--MATURE CONTENT, I WARNED YOU--
THEY ARE ALL 18+ no characte...
Sukuna was seated beside his boss Toji; both had their tie loosened up, men spread on their seats and a whiskey glass with three ice cubes. They were waiting for Itadori and Megumi's arrival per Toji's request. Savouring their drink, none of them were speaking, but both enjoyed each other company. The room was filled with absolute silence; after slowly torturing some mole in the kaisen gang, they both needed their glasses of alcohol. Sukuna took a cigar out of his suit pocket and flicked his bull skull lighter to inhale the rough smoke, diving slowly into his lungs. A euphoric feeling in his unstable mind did ease his mind slightly.
Sukuna didn't want to disturb his friend, who looked lost in his thought; he poked his arm and handed him his cigar; he nodded, giving him a little smirk tugging in the corner of his lips before inhaling the smoke. He released the smoke slowly, his lips forming an o, feeling his build-up of the day's tension leaving his body. Toji gave the cigar back to Sukuna; they shared it until Megumi and Itadori came to Toji's office. They both looked tired, but they did carry out their mission successfully. Toji glanced at them, ensuring they weren't injured from the task. A little relief sigh passed Toji's lips when he saw none of them were injured.
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'' So are the coordinate of our little mole true?'' Asked Sukuna was taking a little sip of his glass, waiting for one of them to answer.
'' Well, it was correct, but the captain was already gone when we got there,'' says Megumi, disappointed that he didn't get to kill him.
Toji did anticipate that they would leave the warehouse knowing the mole failed to give them any information. Toji cocked an eyebrow at his son.
'' Did you wipe them out?''
Itadori chuckled, thinking when they were all pissing in their pants while killing them without mercy. An easy task that he would do again.
'' We sure did. They were freshly recruited by the way they were fighting.'' Says Megumi with a bit of smirk.
Toji got up to pat his son on the shoulder, feeling pride for his flesh and blood. He took his phone to dial Nanami's number. On the first ring, he answered, not wasting time.
'' Yes Toji?'' ask Nanami.
'' I will send you the coordinate, have your team clean the trash,'' Toji demanded with a laugh.
'' Of course, boss, I will be on my way; I will call you when everything is disposed of.''
Sukuna smiled at the word trash used by Toji talking about The Zenin clan. He could feel them slowly getting weak, growing impatient, and blood spilled on both sides. The thrills it gave him were all worth it; he even had fun with the mole, ripping off his nails and slowly cutting the skin around it. He loved the pathetic whimper the little mole gave him. Crying, passing out and screaming in pain were melodies Sukuna could never get tired of. But all the fun comes to an end; after all, Toji killed the guy with a bullet in the head. Itadori sat beside his brother to loosen his tie and take off his jacket. He rolled his sleeve to his elbow, stealing Sukuna's cigar to inhale slowly. All the adrenaline went down so he could relax after a blood bath that he gave to The Zenin subordinate. He wanted to go on another mission, but he knew he had to calm down, not wanting to be like his bloodlust brother. Toji had called all the executives for a reason, but they were late per usual, an annoying habit all of them wield; it made him smile somehow. A few minutes later, Geto, Toge and Yuta came in.
