Waiting Room

Chapter Two : Object of Desire

    Objects of desire, men and women who mean nothing to him. Just people to satisfy his urges, people who kiss up to him and want to use his money and status. Sukuna could be considered a playboy, though nobody would dare tell him that to his face. Nobody would dare tell him anything, he's respected and highly feared by everyone around him. It was the same way with his mentally unstable mother and distant father. His father was mostly busy, only visited Sukuna during important events or birthdays but Sukuna doesn't care much. It's not like he missed the man, those eyes were always analyzing him to see if he was worthy or a disgrace just like his mother.

  She was forced into a relationship with his father, something decided by their own parents. They both couldn't love each other, at least, that's what he was told. His father doesn't speak about her much, he treats her name as a taboo. She lost her mind and despised Sukuna. Abused him as a child, tried to strangle him to death on multiple occasions. Then, one night, it seemed as if she came to her senses somewhat. She looked exhausted, mentally and physically drained. Her hair was a mess and tears filled her eyes. She led Sukuna to her bed, gently petting his hair.

   That was the first time she had said she loved him and when he woke up, she was dead by his side. Her blood stained the bed, some had even gotten on Sukuna. She had slit her wrists, unable to live her miserable life any longer.

   Sukuna doesn't know anything about family or what it means to have one. Every relationship is business, give and take. Even after his father passed his title down to Sukuna, the man kept his distance and continued to do his own thing. The only time he involves himself is to lecture Sukuna about something he had done or is doing wrong.

   He had agreed to his father's arrangement with the omega from the Zen'In family. Choso had called to inform him that it was successful. Sukuna doesn't know what to expect. Someone greedy and selfish... or unstable, like his mother had been but everyone had ignored the signs.

   The front door opens, footsteps coming closer to where Sukuna and a few others are seated. Choso and a small thing enter the living room, Sukuna is shocked, but it doesn't show on his face.

   He looks so fragile, soft and so pretty. Pale skin, wild dark hair and bright emerald eyes. Sakura colored lips and slender fingers, his clothes aren't over-the-top nor is he underdressed. Such a small person is carrying his heir? He looks as though a gust of wind will steal him away.

"Come closer." Sukuna's voice is deep and raspy, his tone firm and his face gives off the impression he's both bored and irritated. Megumi believes that maybe that is just his face, the same way Megumi's face gives off a stoic look. Megumi comes closer, body slightly tense but he does his best not to make it obvious. Sukuna takes Megumi's hand in his, "What's your name?"

  "Fushiguro Megumi." He states.

   "Not Zen'In?"

   "Ah... my father gave me my mother's last name. He loved her." Megumi's voice is meek as he speaks, his hand colder and as soft as he looks. The Ryomen men have always been large alphas but since Sukuna is a prime, he's six foot five. Megumi's hand is nearly three times smaller than his and he can't deny he is worried about Megumi. Sukuna is a cruel individual but what he won't do is be the reason someone is destroyed the way his mother was.

   "Shall I bring the bags up to the guest room?"

   "No, bring them to my room. He'll stay with me." Sukuna hardens his gaze. He had originally intended having the boy stay in the guest room, but after seeing him, Sukuna doesn't see someone who was sent to spy or assassinate. He sees someone who didn't have a choice, who is alone and was used by his family. Sukuna has an eye for knowing people, dealing with as many different individuals as he does it's only natural that he'll gain that skill.