🥀 Chapter Six 🥀

1.1K 59 2
                                        

Seiran felt terribly sick as she dragged herself across the ground, feeling the warmth of Satoru's blood against her skin. Satoru's entire body was covered with his blood and as she reached him, it began to mix with hers. His eyes were unmoving, the crystal blue pair staring unseeingly toward the blue sky above them. Her eyes traced him unwaveringly, but he did not turn to look at her at all.

All strength left Seiran's body like a wispy breath, and she fell against Satoru's blood, her shallow breathing straining to keep her heart pumping. Seiran had no strength to move but she needed to touch him, and she slowly pushed her arm forward, her hand reaching for his. It felt warm, and it swept into her cold chest as she squeezed his hand.

"Satoru-Kun,"

Just as Seiran's hand had clasped around Satoru's hand, it was wretched out of that warm grasp as her body was ripped away from the ground – a pained cry tore through her lips as Seiran was snatched roughly away from Satoru. Her eyes fell onto the terrifying figure of Fushiguro Toji, who had kept his promise and returned to her.

"You're such a persistent girl, aren't you, your Highness?" asked Toji. "I had heard that the Manjushage love strong men but the ones you surround yourself with are less than so. Now, rest against me, your Highness, and expect no rescue – they're all dead,"

If the sight of Satoru's body had ran her blood cold, the thought that Suguru could be dead wrenched an aching dagger into her chest. Seiran refused to believe that Suguru could be dead and if he was dead, then so were Amanai Riko and Kuroi Misato. Seiran's heart felt like it could burst.

"... that look on your face, Your Highness, is exquisite," Toji whispered, and Seiran tried to move away from him, but he held her against himself tighter. "Stay still, love, you belong with me now,"

There was nothing Seiran could do as Toji began to carry her away from there – from the only place she considered home. Riko was dead, and so was Misato, and she did not want to think similarly of Suguru. Her eyes fell onto Satoru, who laid still as ever, his hand where it had left hers.

... Satoru-Kun...

When Seiran's skin had touched his, there had been a sense of warmth: Satoru was not gone. Not truly. And there was nothing that Seiran could do to get to him anymore. She had always disliked how he would try to be overprotective over her but today, Seiran wanted to beg him for help. She wanted him to correct everything that had gone wrong – to turn everything back upright.

Satoru was not gone – not truly. Seiran let out a shaky breath as she tried to think the situation through – Satoru was not gone. He could still do something. He could still teach this man a lesson. Seiran was alive but she was a burden on others. If this action caused her to die, she would be okay with it. She raised a shaky hand, pulling her fingers into place, breathing quietly –

"Ouni,"

The pain that tore through Seiran's heart almost made her throw up, but she focused herself completely on the task – a thick thread manifested out of seemingly nowhere, tying invisibly around her wrist while a terrifying yet harmless presence of the Ouni slowly began to appear near Satoru's body. Toji was completely unaware in his triumph and Seiran fell against his back as he carried her.

Seiran felt her eyes sting as she hung on Toji's shoulder, seeing her friends and her school inch further and further away from her. The sense of utter shame bore heavily onto her head as she thought back to her uselessness on the field. She had achieved nothing in keeping the others safe.

For the very first time, Seiran felt silent tears trail down her face. Her vision blurred and she felt like her mind was not where her body was. She had detached completely from that humanly presence of hers.

Corpse Flowers [Jujutsu Kaisen]Where stories live. Discover now