Yuji's Sister.

Chapter 8

Author Note: In this chapter, Y/N’s internal monologue will be addressed as their own thoughts. When Y/N takes action or interacts with the world while inhabiting Mirai’s body, they will be referred to as Mirai.

Previously....

“A cursed spirit's flesh is dull! Where are the humans? The women?!” Sukuna's eyes, sharp and predatory, darted about, seeking out his next prey. They moved past ruined buildings and scattered debris until they settled on a singular figure.

Standing amidst the chaos was Mirai, her vibrant pink locks and braid flowing like a defiant flag against the desolation.

But what truly caught Sukuna's attention were her eyes - one a deep, shimmering gold and the other a clear, crystalline blue. This heterochromatic pair wasn't just striking; it was hypnotic, drawing him in with an almost magnetic pull.

To Sukuna, she wasn't just another human; she was a prize, a unique entity that he was now fixated on.

Y/N's POV

"Agh, damn it." 

A voice murmured in my head, its tone dripping with unmistakable irritation—a stark intrusion in my stream of consciousness. 

"What the actual heck was that?" I pressed, seeking answers amidst the confusion.

"I will explain later," answered a voice, feminine and bell-clear, echoing like a solitary chime across a tranquil pond.

"Wait, just a—" I began to object, "What?!" My own voice broke through the chaos of my thoughts in alarm. The notion of someone else sharing the same mental space was unsettling, to say the least.

"I'm the owner of this body," the voice declared confidently.

The owner of this body.

"..."

Silence hung heavy in the air, thick with the weight of revelation. A profound realization dawned on me, washing over my consciousness like a wave, reshaping my understanding of the peculiar and daunting situation I had stumbled into.

"Mirai..."

The name resonated within the stillness of my mind, a poignant acknowledgment of her identity-The true owner of the body I was inhabiting.

As the edges of my consciousness began to blur and darkness encroached upon my vision, a tight knot of anxiety twisted inside my stomach. It was more than the usual trepidation that comes with uncertainty. This was a profound unease, born of the sudden fusion of my mind with that of another—a mingling of essences that was both intrusive and intimate.

The anxiety in my gut was a live wire, jolting me with spikes of adrenaline and fear. It wasn't just the thought of losing my autonomy to the rightful owner, but also the uncertainty of what lay beyond the threshold of this unintended slumber. Would I awaken again in this borrowed body, or would I be cast out, left to face whatever unknown fate awaited me outside the confines of Mirai's physical form?

In this liminal space between wakefulness and the unknown, I wrestled with questions that seemed to have no answers, waiting for the inevitable surrender to the darkness that crept ever closer.

Mirai's voice, ancient yet timeless as the world itself, summoned her domain with assertive clarity:

"Elysium’s Standstill."

In an instant, the world around Sukuna and Mirai warps and folds in on itself. Sukuna, still bristling with a hunger for destruction, finds himself standing in a place out of time. The ground beneath his feet is soft, verdant grass, and the sky above is a canvas of twilight, stars beginning to pierce the dimming light.