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At Peace ~ Ch92

3rd Point Of View

"Is he... gone?" (Y/n) whispered, her eyes finally opening after being closed for so long. The moment her domain had deactivated and Yanfei had been stripped of his venomous emotions, Sukuna has his curse users take him away while (Y/n) buried her face into his chest. Yanfei had been dragged to the port by his hair, ready to be shipped off back to China, never allowed to return to Japan.
"The curse users are taking him to the port as we speak." Sukuna told the girl, using one of his hands to cradle the girl's face as she looked up at him, her eyes hesitantly fickering to the side in order to inspect the room which was now empty.

"Was I...too harsh?" (Y/n) asked softly, her eyes looking back to Sukuna, glossy and wet. Sukuna didn't need her aura to know that she was suddenly being overwhelmed by the idiotic emotion of guilt. Sukuna raised his brow at the girl, his hand no longer cradling her cheek but grabbing them both at the same time and pinching them together.
"Did you seriously just ask me that?" Sukuna asked with an unimpressed look, making (Y/n) frown.
"It's just that...it felt good at the time but now looking back, I realise that I've just altered his life forever. He will never feel at peace again." (Y/n) mumbled with shame.

"Will you?" Sukuna suddenly countered, a serious look in his eyes, glinting with anger that wanted to be let lose- anger that he would soon get to take out on Yanfei the moment his curse users had him locked into a prison at the furthest ends of Japan- far away from the possibility of (Y/n) finding out about it. "With all the trauma he's layered upon you. Every fear you've developed- of fire- of cenclosed spaces- of lighting and not pleasuring others... will you ever feel at peace again?" Sukuna growled, making (Y/n) look down in embarrassment.

"I guess not." (Y/n) whispered quietly, making Sukuna narrow his eyes at the girl.
"Then stop worrying about his peace and start thinking about your own." Sukuna told the girl, his voice becoming softer as she nodded silently. "You are queen now, (Y/n). You have no reason to be worrying about lowly ambassadors." This comment of his made the girl begin to smile, looking up at him with a growing cheeky grin.
"Does this mean that my time will be occupied elsewhere?" (Y/n) asked him, swivelling her self around on his lap so that she was com

"Oh, constantly." Sukuna suddenly grinned, pulling the girl closer to him by her hips, making her giggle.
"Really?" (Y/n) chuckled playfully, making Sukuna nod as he leaned in closer to her.
"Mhm, with your lips pressed against mine." Sukuna hummed out before smashing their lips together. (Y/n) gasped into the kiss, making Sukuna grin. His grip on her hips tightened as she kissed back, her kisses so soft and gentle compared to his own. When they parted, her lips were red- almost bruised, reminding Sukuna just how delicate of a flower she was compared to him. He could break her with a kiss.

"You've never told me about that Gojo girl." Sukuna suddenly said, making (Y/n) look up in surprise. She didn't think he'd care about the people of her past.
"Atsumi?" (Y/n) asked him with a tilted head.
"You've told me about that child who died along with your mother, but I was never aware that you had another friend beyond her." Sukuna said to her.
"Well, she was part of what feels like a different life to me... she died because of me- and she wasn't the only one. Thirteen other girls died because me and my mother were unwell. Our auras killed countless guards that week too." (Y/n) told him.

"Well, I couldn't care less abut those guards or those girls- only the one that haunts your dreams." Sukuna told her, rubbing circles into her hip bone.
"Her name, as you now know, was Gojo Atsumi... and she was the strongest sorcerer I've ever known." (Y/n) admitted, her words making Sukuna's eyes narrow. He was trying to be empathetic, but it was hard when he was being belittled by a dead girl.
"She was an heiress to the Gojo clan, their eldest daughter." (Y/n) added, "I'm sure they spent years searching the entirety of Japan for her after she was captured."

"She had a large family and I believe they all cared for her in their own odd, twisted ways." She told him, "But she was among seven siblings who were all incredibly gifted and therefore always felt like she needed to prove herself... even when she was detained, she tried to train her abilities. They'd cut off her cursed energy and still, she spent hours every night going over basic forms and combat stances. She was confident that staying in practice would aid her escape and prove her worth as the strongest sorcerer alive."

"She sounded arrogant." Sukuna commented, making (Y/n) chuckle with a small nod.
"Maybe, but in the most loyal way. Atsumi is the reason I am who I am today, and the reason I've never stopped trying to control my cursed energy and better my technique." (Y/n) mumbled, "She was kind of like my sensei back then. She was the one who had given me the idea of trapping emotions in parts of my body- like my scars. That is how I later came to the idea of my paintin-" (Y/n) cut herself off immediately, not noticing something that she should have noticed minutes ago.

Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening as her eyes flickered to the open doors of the throne room. She was completely rigid in Sukuna's lap, frozen with horror. This had to be a nightmare.
"The paintings..." She whispered to herself, her own words finally fuelling her body to move. Rapidly, she scrambled off of Sukuna's lap, falling on the floor as she ran to the door. Sukuna looked at the girl with confusion, instantly standing to his feet.

"(Y/n)?" He called out with confusion, hesitantly following her as she ran down the hall, her eyes becoming glossy. "Where are you going?!"
"I can't feel them!" She cried as she ran, rushing towards Sukuna's private rooms where their absence began feeling realer. This couldn't be happening.
"No..." She whispered as she walked into the North wing, looking around Sukuna's quarter's with wide eyes.

"No, no, no, no! No!" She screamed, looking around the entire room with terror, her eyes wet and tears now flowing. Sukuna caught up immediately, his eyes instantly seeing what she was seeing- or rather, what she wasn't seeing.
"They're gone." Sukuna whispered with shock, looking around the empty walls of his room. (Y/n)'s lips trembled as she looked back at Sukuna. She didn't know what to do.
"Someone stole them..." She whimpered before saying,

"Somebody stole my paintings..."

(A.N ~ *Casually slides back into the wattpad like nothing every happened*)

Chapter 93 Quote Teaser :

"Domain expansion? So, she's mastered it then. How grand."