[❚❚] 𝝖S𝝦𝝞Ɍ𝝞𝝢Ᏽ 𝝡𝝤Ɍ𝝩𝝖Ⳑ & ƔƖƝƊƖƇƬƖƔЄ ƖMMƠƦƬƛԼ | R. Sukuna | 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷&𝟸

‧₊˚☀︎ ⋅ FOUR ‧ ☀︎˚₊⋅

WARNING! Spoilers ahead! We are now entering references to the JJK anime series! This chapter follows s1 ep1 of JJK! Read at your own risk! You have been warned.

"HAHAHA!" Sukuna's maniacal laughter echoed like a storm over the city, carrying with it the unmistakable sound of pure madness. His voice bounced off the buildings, an ominous herald of his power. "I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh!"

With a violent rip, Sukuna tore off Yuji's clothes, exposing his glorified, marked body, "Cursed flesh is so boring! What a wonderful era to be reawakened! These worthless peasants awaiting their deaths are crawling everywhere like maggots! How marvelous! It'll be a massacre by my hands!"

His voice shifted then, growing calmer, almost serene, as he addressed the moon. A proud, almost affectionate smile twisted on his face. "What a merciful act of mine, don't you think?"

Sukuna's gaze lingered on the moon's gleaming surface, its pale light casting long shadows across the intricate design of buildings. But the beauty of the moon soon reminded him of you.

His heart quickened. He darted his eyes around, excited and eager., "(Y/N)! My love, you did it! I have been brought back anew in this vessel, thanks to y-"

The grin faded from his face. His gaze snapped to the emptiness around him, the unsettling silence settling in. No sign of you. No trace of your presence. The only one left was a bloodied boy, kneeling weakly on the ground, blood dripping steadily from his head with breaths shallow and rapid.

Sukuna's expression shifted from excitement to confusion, feeling his chest tightening. 

He turned his attention back to the boy, his eyes narrowing with curiosity and growing irritation, "You there, what year is it?"

"2018," Fushiguro grunted, trying to mask the pain and fear in his voice, but the rapid thumping of his heart betrayed him.

Sukuna's unsettling calm faltered. The number '2018' echoed in his mind like a death knell. His heart dropped, and a gnawing unease swept over him. A thousand years... 

But he wanted to be sure. His voice grew tense, almost desperate.  "Tell me, how long ago was the Heian Era?"

Fushiguro furrows his brows, holding his injured arm, "A thousand years ago."

Sukuna's heart dropped to his stomach and his blood ran cold at the realization. My wife . . . There's no way she could still be alive. She could have survived the attack, but she can't escape the fate of age. I'm sorry, (Y/N), my mortal. I couldn't get back to you in time.

The weight of loss gripped Sukuna as he looked down at Fushiguro, his gaze darkening, "Have you ever heard of Aokigahara? What happened to it?"

Fushiguro clutched his stomach, trying to steady himself, a pained grunt escaping his lips, "What are you talking about?"

Before Sukuna could respond, his hand jerked upward, his own grip locking onto his chin, as if some unseen force controlled him. He froze, his eyes widening in shock.

Suddenly, Itadori's voice returned, sharp and whiny, "What do you think you're doing with my body? Give it back!"

Sukuna looks astounded, stunned by the sudden shift in control, "Hey, wait. How are you doing that?"

"Well, it's MY body . . ." Itadori remarks.

Sukuna was perplexed but his anger was simmering. Wait, he's suppressing ME?

Fushiguro regained his bearings and quickly got into form, his eyes hardening with resolve, "Stay right where you are! You're no longer human."

Sukuna and Itadori confusedly watch Fushiguro through the same eyes as he gets into a strange stance—one that Sukuna has seen before.