As the group cautiously moved toward the door, Subuhi froze mid-step. A familiar wave of cursed energy surged through the air, stopping her in her tracks. Her heart raced as recognition set in, and her eyes widened in alarm.
“What’s wrong—” Angel began, but Subuhi turned sharply, her expression resolute.
“You have to escape,” she said.
“What?” Uro’s confusion was evident as her hand instinctively reached for her weapon.
“We came here to take you with us!” Kashimo protested, his tone urgent.
“She’s right,” Yorozu interrupted, her sharp gaze locking onto Subuhi’s. The unspoken understanding between them was clear; they both knew what had to be done.
Subuhi nodded to Yorozu. “I’ll stall him,” she said calmly, though her heart pounded against her ribcage. “So, please, go. Rescue him.”
Kashimo stepped forward, his expression hard. “We’re not leaving you behind—”
Yorozu grabbed his arm. “We don’t have time for this,” she hissed, her voice cutting through his resistance.
Subuhi’s gaze flicked to each of them. “This is not a discussion. Go. Now.”
Her words, sharp and commanding, silenced their protests. Yorozu dragged Uro and Kashimo toward the window while Angel hesitated for a moment, her conflicted expression lingering on Subuhi before following the others.
Subuhi exhaled as they disappeared into the night. The moment was fleeting. As the veil shattered with a deafening crack, the door to the chamber creaked open.
The presence that entered chilled her to the bone. Satsuki stood in the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning the room.
“You’re alone,” he observed, his voice deceptively calm as his gaze swept over Sukuna’s belongings and finally landed on her. She was still wearing Sukuna’s robe, her figure cloaked in its folds.
“Surprised?” She asked, her voice steady despite the fear swirling in her chest.
He stepped into the room. His gaze lingered on the robe she wore, his lips curling into a sardonic smile. “Wearing his robe, are you?”
He moved closer, his hand extending to grasp the fabric of the robe. His fingers brushed the silk as he let out a low chuckle. “Weapon fancies weapon, I suppose,” he mused, his voice dripping with mockery.
Subuhi’s lips curved into a smile of her own. “Just like broken people fancy broken people,” she countered smoothly, her tone cutting.
Satsuki’s smile vanished in an instant. His eyes narrowed, his amusement replaced by something darker.
“Are you scared, Satsuki?” she whispered, tilting her head mockingly. Her voice was soft.
“Shut up,” he snapped.
“Or what?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Are you going to kill me like you killed your own father?”
His eyes darkened, his gaze flickering with rage. He turned away from her, his movements abrupt and controlled, like a storm barely contained.
“Change of plans,” he announced coldly, his back still to her. “The marriage is happening tomorrow.”
Her breath caught, her fists curling tightly.
“The higher-ups insist,” Satsuki continued, his tone dripping with derision. “They say it would bring a curse if the new king ascended the throne before marriage.”
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IGNITE | Sukuna
Fanfiction❝Ignite, my Disgraced One, ignite❞ Creation and destruction-two forces destined to clash. Their very nature opposes the other, yet neither can survive alone. When Subuhi, the embodiment of creation, crosses paths with Sukuna, the harbinger of destru...
