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"HAVE YOU EVER Tasted the blood... of a curse like me?"
"Hey there." the deep voice of the familiar curse echoes in her ears, causing a cold shiver run down her spine. He stands right behind her, radiating a strong and masculine aura. His hands rest in the sleeves of his white kimono. He muses her with a smug grin, his lips revealing his sharp teeth slightly.
Nekura clenches her fists as she turns around to the man. Her brows are slightly narrowed and she glares up into his red eyes.
"You're starting to annoy me." she utters calmly with an arrogant expression on her face, acting as tough as ever.
The pink haired man chuckles amusedly and his voice causes goosebumps spreading all over her skin. She looks at him and wonders what's going through his mind. He seems so maniacal, so... unpredictable.
"Is that so? I thought you were so eager to meet me." he replies casually. His eyes dart all over her face and body, making her feel judged and intimidated.
She clears her throat, remaining calm as she shows her composure with her serious gaze. "Well, yeah I was." she admits curtly. "But now not anymore."
"Hm." he hums softly, rubbing his chin with his big and masculine hand. His smirk never leaves his lips. Slowly he leans closer to her, his breath brushing her soft and pale cheeks. She tries to stand her ground while feeling invaded by his closeness. Her hazel eyes gaze into his, trying to read them or decipher any sort of emotion. "It's because of Satoru, isn't it?" he questions.
"Not in particular." she replies with a calm tone in her slightly shaky voice. "It's just a deal."
"Just a deal, huh?"
He slowly moves his hand through her hair to the back of her neck, grabbing it and pulling her closer to his face. She looks at him with slightly wide eyes and places her hands on his chest to prevent his body from coming closer.
"What kind of deal?" he asks, his deep voice sending vibrations through her ears.
She takes a deep breath before she answers and her attempt to keep her cool causes Sukuna to chuckle softly.
"That's none of your business." she finally speaks but her answer doesn't faze him. Instead, it amuses him even more. His grip around the back of her neck tightens, causing her to swallow deeply.
"Oh I think it is." he growls, his smirk almost turning maniacal. "I bet your brother would be very angry if you insult me like that."
His statement completely catches her off guard, causing her to freeze in his grasp. Her eyes are open wide, slowly glowing in a red color. Her muscles tense up, the veins becoming visible below her pale skin.
She pushes the man away with full force but he still smoothly lands on his feet. A slight wind blows along the punch and the water they are standing in moves slightly.
"Oh, is there someone angry?" he asks, raising his brows and frowning in amusement. His smirk widens and his eyes glow in the same red as hers. "I absolutely love your anger. Show me more." he growls maniacally, laughing.
"Shut the fuck up." she groans in annoyance as she runs a hand through her dark brown hair. Her lips are slightly parted and expose her sharp fangs slightly. "And better tell me what you know about Akito."
The man bites his lower lip in amusement. Her growing anger doesn't faze him at all, as she's still in his domain. "Now, now, pay some more respect to the king of curses." he utters with a mocking tone in his voice as his smirk widens.
Nekura grits her teeth and clenches her fists, her knuckles turning white. She tries her best to stay calm, however, the current state of her brother is the most important thing to her. And she can't stand it if someone mocks her about this instead of telling her the truth. While she holds back the urge to attack him, he stays completely unfazed and feasts on her reaction. He can feel her curse energy and anger around her but nothing of this seems to threaten him.
"Don't worry. I am going to tell you." the man says, taking a step towards her. His arms hang casually on both of his sides.
She calms down a bit and stays focused on the situation, catching his gaze with her red eyes. Instead of taking a step back as he comes closer, she stays her ground and faces the strong presence of the king of curses yet again.
"You know, he's actually an acquaintance of mine."
He comes closer and closer and now their bodies are almost touching again. His hand moves upwards, his fingers wrapping around her soft neck.
"But he's quite different to you."
She raises her brows in surprise and curiosity. Deep inside she always wanted to find her younger brother again, seeing how he has changed and aged. The fact that Sukuna was able to see her grown brother before her makes her feel irritated, as if someone stole something dear from her. A dear memory, a dear picture...
All of a sudden, Sukuna tackles her onto the ground, causing her to fall into the warm water. Her hair as well as her clothes become wet and stick onto her skin. She gasps softly, seeing Sukunas eyes glow brighter. He sits on her thighs and pins her down on the ground, his strong hand stays around her neck. As he leans his face down to her, she flinches and frowns slightly in anger.
"Don't you want to taste my blood like he did?" his deep voice echoes in the whole domain and his closeness causes her to tremble beneath him slightly. Her heart races slightly and her mouth feels dry. The pupils of hers forms into thin lines and the veins on her throat become visible.
He snickers in amusement and leans even closer. His nose touches hers and their red eyes glow together in unison.
"Come on." he growls against her skin, moving his neck closer to her red lips. "Bite me."
Her breath hitches and a feeling creeps up inside her that she has never felt before. Usually, when she sees a human neck, she feels a big hunger. But now... now she doesn't even seem to control herself anymore as the curse's neck moves closer to her lips. The hunger for his blood and his power grows drastically, making her veins freeze and her pupils disappear. Even though her mind tries to calm her down, she feels the big urge to drink from him. Her lips are parted, revealing her sharp fangs which brush the soft skin of his masculine neck.
