Our Love (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)

Alive ~ Ch67

¤ (Y/n)'s Point Of View ¤

I gapsed in air, breathing in the oxygen like it was my first time doing so. It took me some time to adjust to the light, as if the sun were blinding me on purpose. But once I truly paid attention to my surroundings, I realised that I was no longer in that dark isolating ocean abyss. Instead, I was laid on a marble table inside a temple.

Sitting up quickly, my heart began to accelerate as I realised that I was once again on earth. I was alive. Was that all just a dream? No, the dried bloody stains on my chest and neck confirmed to me that it indeed was not a dream. The bloody stains seeped through my kimono, a crimson patch going across my chest that would probably never wash away. But why was I covered in blood?

After a while of studying myself, I came to conclusion that something was really different about me. It wasn't a wrong different. In fact, I felt the best I had felt in a very long time. My heart seemed to beat like a normal person and my lungs no felt the constant flares of pain that I had gotten used to over the course of my childhood. But most importantly...I felt alive. I felt powerful. I tried to ignore this strange feeling of power as I stood up and decided to take a look at my surroundings.

To me, there seemed to be no sign that someone inside the temple. However, the candles around the halls were still lit which was strange considering that the sun was up and glaring though the open doors. I slowly strolled through the halls, first noticing the paintings of a four armed man who looked quite familliar. My eyes widened as I reached up to touch the painting in disbelief.

"...Is that Sukuna?" I whispered in shock, wondering why he was painted here. In the picture he seemed so powerful- and of course, I've known that for a while. But now, through this painting it seemed to me as if I were seeing him through someone else's eyes- someone who only saw him for his power. I then noticed how every other painting in the room also had him in the centre, either standing over ashes or with a head in his grasp. He looked so different.

"Does it scare you?" A familiar voice whispered into my ear, making me jump foward. But before I could turn around to face the man, gentle hands pulled me back towards him. My back crashed lightly against his chest and even though I have yet to see his face, I wasn't afraid. I knew it was Sukuna.
"No. It just surprises me." I mumbled softly. The man hummed into my neck with approval and kissed the skin gently, depsite the dried bloody stains.

"I must say, Princess. You gave me quite a scare yesterday." He chuckled, pressing a few more kisses onto my skin. I couldn't help but turn around in his embrace and looked up at him in confusion by his words.
"Yesterday?" I questioned with furrowed brows. Sukuna nodded at my question but didn't explain it further, which annoyed me slightly. I was so confused and I just wanted to know what happned to me- why I feel so...different.

"I've been dead for a whole day?" I asked him, using my hand to gently guide his face towards mine to look me in the eyes. This way he would be forced to answer me, to tell me what I needed to know. The pinkette chuckled lowly, his voice sounding husky as if he had just woken up. He then leaned down to capture my lips with his own for a single chaste kiss.

"No...You were dead for about thirty seconds. It just took you a day to accept my heart." He explained. But even his explanation did not give me any answers. I still did not understand. What did he mean by 'accept my heart'? Why in the world would I need to 'accept' his heart? His cryptic words made me frown in annoyance, his riddles playing games in my mind. It never used to be so easy for him to get on my nerves- what happened?

He couldn't help by laugh at my confused face as I tried to decipher his words- analysing each word as if it were a different language that I had to translate. So to ease my mind, he pulled me along with him as he walked, taking me down to the steps of the temple so that we may sit and speak. I sat beside him with crossed arms, no longer interested in my surroundings as I turned to face him.