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"𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄."

THE LETTER

It was old-the letter, as if written decades back, with stains and folds hugging it's crumpled form, one could barely make out the characters inked with dark hues of blue and black.

Yet she could, effortlessly, even if she denied it out of her wits.

She was afraid of how easily she could tell, the one who penned it just by a steal of a glance.

The clutch on the note tightened, the tears which trickled down her cheeks like a fountain of diamonds made it so that the scrapes of the thin sheet were falling off, from the wetness—almost on the verge of tearing apart.

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七月七日

This is with regards to the bargain
that has been made by Akumae shinlaû—the current ruler of Gaikyō, with the curse king, Ryōmen sukuna, in exchange of his son's utmost safety.The bargainer must make it so, that Akumae Kiōto, the crown prince, takes the marked herbs, on the night of his debut, as the prince, and has courtesans aid him for that night.
If the bargainer, fails to convert this into action, then the negotiator Ryōmen Sukuna, will remain true to his words and present them with the appropriate aftermath.

両面宿儺,交渉人
(Ryōmen Sukuna, the negotiator)


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'This...this can't be...real...'

'It can never be real...I saw it...with my own eyes...'

'He...kissed her..."

'His eyes...his lips...his hands...all were over her...over them...'

The world is blurring away—on it's own at that. You cannot stop it.

Stop these stubborn tears.

You wanna scream, you wanna flail your arms and wrists.

Anchor yourself onto the ground, until it has imprints over it. You want to cry. You want to shout. You want to say many thing. Cruel things. Sorry things. Things probably no one would care about.

At least not anymore.

Yet you can't. You are still. Stagnant.

Like the water in those lakes, you wouldn't mind visiting on a sunny afternoon.

You would remain careful and not do the folly of drinking from it, cause despite it being water, it was anything but stagnant. And when there's no flow, no current in it. It becomes toxic.

You felt exactly like that.

You felt sick and toxic.

You felt angry.

You felt betrayed.

You felt what they called was unfair.

T̶h̶e̶y̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶ a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶a̶l̶l̶

I̶ a̶m̶ a̶ m̶o̶n̶s̶t̶e̶r̶

G̶u̶i̶l̶t̶y̶ G̶u̶i̶l̶t̶y̶ G̶u̶i̶l̶t̶y̶

"Hahahhahah! Pfft! Hahah—sorry, it's just...hahha!" Sachiko's laughter broke through the empty hallways. Her eyes are soaked too. Maybe she has been crying too. Maybe. Maybe Not.

She's staring down at you, still smiling. And again, it's not a happy smile.

It's ironic.

"What now? You're...sad?" She's still smiling.

You wonder if it's fun for her. It's not. You hope.

If it's fun for her too see you, realise how wrong you were.

To see that look on your face which screames 'oh lord, what have i done?' in unison.

Is it fun?

Amusing perhaps?

You're curious as to what they might think.

What Sukuna might think, if he sees you like this.

Will it be fun for him too?

To see how you look after being toyed?

You wonder if he will laugh too, if he will call out your foolishness, for believing him.

If he would blame you for this too, for believing him.

Him...

Sukuna

You thought...he had seen it too. The spark. Which you saw, between yourselves. Him and you.

You and him.

'Stupid girl.'

Why...

Why did he have to do something so crude?!

It's not fair.

Not fair at all.

'What have I done?!'

'How could I...?!'

'Kioto...I...I killed him...' you're looking at your palms, they are clean, as if they have never known what blood is.

Yet somehow you could picture it, from that day, his blood tainting your skin, your hands, your fingers, dripping down from your index, to your wrist.

The horror in his eyes.

The pain.

Everything.

It's haunting.

You want to hide, in your own skin.

You want these voices to stop whispering.

You want to be left alone.

You want this guilt to rot you away.

You want nobody's help.

Alone, all alone, you'll face it.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑








ellooo! it's yo author asuki! It has been a whiiiiiiile ik (sorry) but a lot had been going on, and that's the reason behind my inconsistency, this chapter is really short but i'll make it up to you guys, through the upcoming  chaps

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