SIN EATER | Sukuna

 F I F T E E N

LOVE IN THE DARK

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GOJO STARED AT the chained curse in displeasure. Yuji was gone, a fact everyone was struggling to accept. Sukuna was all that remained. Satoru sat in disbelief this was actually happening. His aquamarine eyes started at Sukuna's core, where two soul were dancing in perfect equality. One light and beautiful, and one dark and full of venom.

Yin and yang he thought to himself bitterly.

Itadori's corpse, or rather Sukuna sat chained up in a wooden chair. His body in a small room, walls covered in cursed talisman. A familiar situation to when Gojo and Yuji first met.

Sukuna was completely unconscious, Gojo was uncertain if he would ever wake. Unable to predict if Sukuna would be able to maintain control of the corpse.

Gojo stood infront of his body, tapping his foot angered.

"How long are you going to make me wait?"

Of course as expected, Sukuna's unconscious body didn't respond.

Bitterly Gojo scoffed, turning away and walk out of the tiny room.

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(Y/N) FELT DIFFERENT, she felt powerful. She felt like she was finally in control, a new overwhelming flow of cursed energy coursed through her veins. It was his cursed energy, she recognized. The sorcerer was able to channel his power and use it as her own. It was invigorating.

Despite this overwhelming sense of power, (y/n) had one glaring weakness she realized, Sukuna.

Not that Sukuna wasn't powerful, but rather they can never live a normal life unless they escape here. They escape Jujitsu Technical School.

She realized in order to save her family, her soulmate she needed to go to the one place she dreaded most... home.

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SLIDING OPEN THE traditional paper Japanese doors, (y/n) was hit with a waft of nostalgia. The smell of sandalwood and aged books filled the air of the sprawling (l/n) estate. The walls of the hallway still lined with a slightly faded and peeling blue wallpaper, old artifacts covered in dust on wooden pedestals.

Walking through the side estates it was easy to mistake the (l/n)'s for enpovrished or unclean. The majority of the estate was in disarray, with few maids and even fewer residents. But this couldn't be further from the truth.

In fact the (l/n) were obsencnly wealthy, (y/n)'s clan had so much money it didn't know what to do with it all. Yet the current head of the clan, Yami (L/n), was a frugal man and (y/n)'s uncle. Only spending on what was absolutely nessary. (Y/n) uncle's thought process surrounding money seeped into his everyday life. Only paying attention to what was a necessity. That's why (y/n)'s older cousin had to come live with her and her family. Yami couldn't even spare time for his own daughter.

(Y/n) had grown to despise Yami, he is a money hungry fool that had no soul she thought silently. Hatred due to his treatment of his daughter and of his clan making (y/n)'s stomach rumble with disgust.

Yet here she was, walking to the main estate to ask for a favor. For a bargin.

As she passed through the court yard (y/n)'s eyes opened in awe. She would never get used to the stark difference between the main estate and the rear estate. Tall tropical luscious plants line the exit of courtyard, natural light flooding the beautiful traditional home. The oak floor stained a striking aburn, a bold contrast to the white walls and eggshell sliding doors. Unlike the rear estate, these walls were papered with high quality textured alabaster wallpaper. Unique and difficult to acquire in Japan, a niche show of wealth.