-----𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋- ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
--❝Do I... know you?❞
---------❝Not anymore, but you used to.❞
To which a Heian-born cursed human with ties to Sukuna falls in love with the strongest in the present, but she's already fallen in love with his soul...
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Dark suffocating smoke emitted from dancing tides of orange and yellow that dispersed throughout the depleting village of Kakushima. Women and children tried to flee to "safety" as a few men went to fight against the intruder. However, there was no type of "safety" once caught by the eyes of Ryomen Sukuna.
The man stood in the midst of the chaos, his broad torso bare to reveal the alters of his body due to his malicious power. Sharp black lines defined his muscular frame that branched out into four arms. He held a crazed visage containing four violent red eyes, one side of his face almost tree bark-like in texture.
Screams of terror resonated throughout the area; the bodies of both the innocent and tainted fell left and right with thuds —that were silenced by other high-pitched sounds of agony.
Velvet streaks of red painted across the surfaces of buildings and land with splatters, leaving behind the familiar overwhelming stench of blood.
It was much quieter now, with only the sound of flames, and two pairs of footsteps padding against the ground.
Sukuna yawned mockingly from impatience, following the man who was running away from him.
This guy was the last man alive in the village, or at least that's what Sukuna thought; He didn't mind if one made it out, as he would be bruited as the creator of the continuous unparalleled infamy. Especially if the news spread by the voice of a shaking, traumatized human.
The other man appeared in front of what looked like a previously heavily-guarded area as he stumbled in front of a barricaded door.
Sukuna didn't kill him just yet, in curiosity of who the praiseworthy amount of cursed energy belonged to. This was the first person he'd encounter in this village with cursed energy.
The man didn't look back as he kicked the door open, crashing against the side of the wall, revealing a room of pitch black.
The void stared back at him with scarlet eyes.
A loud clank echoed through the room as chains and cuffs fell to the cement floor.
"HELP ME, PLEASE YOKAI-" He cried as he crouched onto the floor and covered his head, trying to feel some sort of warmth to protect him from the monster.
Sukuna lit up the lanterns in the room with fire to reveal the identity of the eyes. He slid his eyes down forthwith to see the small figure with scrutinizing eyebrows.
A little girl, who looked no older than 4, sat on the cement floor, looking at the man blankly.
"Y-YOU! PROTECT ME! OBEY ME!!" The man exclaimed, crawling behind her, making her the one between Sukuna and him.
Sukuna looked at the man, then down at her.
The girl had short, disheveled black hair that nearly reached her shoulders, wearing a white, dirty nagajuban. Overall, she looked filthy with no high stature. The only thing that stood out were her ruby red eyes that matched his own, and the curiosity lingering inside them.
"...."
Sukuna stared in amusement as the girl didn't make a move.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOKAI!?!? KILL HIM!!" The man exclaimed, pushing the girl forward, although he stood unmoving, trembling at the sight of Ryomen Sukuna.
"How boring." The said man commented, staring at the man and girl unamused now.
"Y-Yokai?" The man looked at the back of the girl's head in fearful questioning.
The ruby eyed girl didn't make a move.
The man's eyes turned into hatred. "YOU'RE MINE!! You demon!! What are you doing?!? I should've left you with those filthy-"
*splat*
The man was abruptly cut off. Streaks and splatters of blood dyed the little girl's white clothing, as well as her porcelain, too pale skin.
*thump...thump...*
A red, previously beating organ laid in the girl's hand, making blood caress her hand and slide down her arm.
"Oh? Quite a young yokai to have killed before." The powerful man in front of her hummed unfazed, observing the girl as she stared at the heart with curiosity, as if thinking of satiate her hunger, before tossing it to the side.
Sukuna scrunched his nose at the foul smell before looking to the sides of the room, putting the inside of his elbow to his nose to shield himself from the smell.
His eyes shifted to the side of the cell, now teeming with disgust.
"Disgusting... How foul."
Bloodied corpses laid still on the cement, but that's not what disgusted him, since he was a person who killed many people.
It was the horrible smell emitting from them. A smell Sukuna always avoided after massacring a village, because of the convenient timing he finishes.
The corpses were rotting, some of them were only bone, with bugs feasting on the others.
Disgusting. Utterly disgusting.
Sukuna shifted his gaze back to the little girl, before noticing a kitsune mask laying in between the two, with a hole on the side of its ear.
The girl silently walked to the middle of the room, before bending down to pick it up with her bloodied hands.
Two pairs of red eyes stared at her, observing her movements.
The girl now stood in front of him, holding up the mask towards him.
"Hmmm...." Sukuna hummed, before leaning against his cursed spear.
I see. They're fairly rare. Yokai are made masks after their birth to differ between them and regular humans. To have a purpose, they need to serve. They also need a show of recognition of their owner. Typically a bell.
Merely a bell.
Yokai are diabolical beings. Being the perfect percentage of half curse and half human, they take form of a human, but typically have characteristics and skills of a first to special grade curse when they're older.
They are usually created if a pregnant woman has terrible negativity for whatever reason, and the negativity festers in their womb, yet must be the perfect percentage to create a Yokai than have a miscarriage or regular baby.
They are rare to come across, although it has been said there have been more sightings of them in this period.
Most live to serve. The moment they gain a bell from someone they are willing to serve, they gain emotions of extreme protectiveness, love—although platonic (most of the time), and obedience towards them. They're natural-born bodyguards.
Sukuna stared down at the girl, who looked indifferent to his intimidating aura.
She reminded him of a sly fox: the way she had taken a man's heart yet seemed so innocent.
He turned around and started walking away, before he beckoned her to follow him with a flick of his two fingers.
"You. Follow me. I'll get you a bell later, little fox."
