wanderer - Sukuna x reader

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deaths 死亡者

-- Brutal highlights of the times when Sukuna has killed y/n ------------>

{gore warning}

1. 

The summer of the year Sukuna and y/n first became acquainted was considerably hot, and Sukuna's mere human body was feeling the heat's effects- especially during sparring sessions, which had become a new step of the pair's routines. Y/n on the other hand was completely unswayed by the hot conditions. 

'You must stop huffing like that, you sound like some wrinkly coffin-dodger and we have only just begun!' The woman punctuated her insult by giving Sukuna a hard tap on the head with the back of her tachi, to which he growled in response and threw the Norimitsu odachi (which y/n had helped him steal from a village a few moons ago) he had been wielding to the ground with a huff. 

'This is an injustice. I refuse to continue to fight with a loser like you in such degrading heat.' And with that the man turned to leave, white kimono swishing as he moved.  

'Is this King Sukuna surrendering to sweet little me?' The woman taunted, bearing her snow-white and dangerously sharp teeth slightly. The man halted, his muscular form twitching with rage. 

Sukuna then split y/n in half vertically. And he did so slowly.

2. 

Time was lost in the newfound companionship and within the blink of an eye, high June had turned into late July and cicada season had begun. Their rhythmic, high-pitched whining had been driving every guest, worker and resident half crazy. Especially a certain irritable king, who had been lounging on his throne while lamenting about the tribulations of his life. Uraume was away running errands, the concubines had decided to go out to the grassy fields across the forest, he was so hungry, it was uncomfortably humid, y/n was nowhere to be found and those damn cicadas would not shut the fuck up!

Having just about had it with how difficult his life of luxury was feeling that day, Sukuna pressed his hands together, while the mouth on his abdomen chanted a familiar omen. 

'domain expansion: Malevolent Shrine'

within a second the murmuring of the cicadas had ceased, and Sukuna's face had been spattered with blood. Hold on a minute-

Wiping off all his eyes, Sukuna was greeted with a sight he only half-expected; he saw a pulverised y/n lying mangled and strewn about the room, with the greatest percentage of her body being clumped in a small pile by the throne room door. 

His face remained expressionless, save for his eyebrows which raised a little in a display of mild bewilderment. 

3.

August was drawing to a close, and y/n had successfully co-erced Sukuna into dragging himself on a walk with her through the forest. They took his path that followed the river at the base of the mountain and y/n, who was mischievous by nature, saw what was in her eyes a golden opportunity. Using all her inhuman might in an unsuspecting moment, she barged into the sorcerer's side and sent him tumbling into the shallow river. There was, of course, the obligatory shouting and threatening and death-staring however what actually unnerved y/n was the fact her only punishment was Sukuna swiping her hands from her wrists. He knew as well as she did that the limbs would be perfectly intact before the hands could even fall off. 

She eyed him suspiciously 'Really?'. The man groaned and rolled his eyes. 'Yes, really. Now make haste back up the mountain. I should like to view the setting sun from up there than down here. And i should like to change my kimono, too.' Something was definitely wrong. The whole walk back up the mountain was occupied by y/n's brain picking apart his unusually calm and docile demeanour and trying to decipher when he was going to chop her up into miniature bricks and have a servant build him a y/n-pyramid. However all that was forgotten, of course, the second y/n was bathed in the light of the setting sun which soaked her with all its undisturbed rays at the top of the mountain. She almost forgot about the murderous demon-sorcerer stood basking in the evening light next to her entirely. 

Y/n had looked so mesmerised staring into the horizon like that, that Sukuna hesitated to kill her. A very strange and rather unwelcome feeling gripped his heart as his body defied his brain's intentions. He needed to get a hold of himself. He found himself stood behind her, staring down at her smaller form. 

Raising one leg, Sukuna gave the distracted woman a forceful kick to the centre of her back, sending her flying off the edge of the mountain and into the trees with violent speed- screaming with surprise and much warranted fear. 

'Serves that damned brat right'