It was a chilly evening, the kind where the air felt sharp against the skin, carrying the faint scent of frost and pine. Subuhi tightened the scarf around her neck, her breath forming soft clouds as she exhaled. From the balcony, the mountains stood tall and proud. The scene was serene, almost poetic, but Subuhi’s thoughts were anything but.
Her muscles ached from hours of training with her newly assigned team. A team she was supposed to lead—a special grade sorcerer, a leader by title but a reluctant one by heart. She felt the weight of Kenjaku’s calculated decision. Angel had been added to her team as a failsafe. If she lost control, Angel would ensure she was stopped.
The night ahead loomed like a storm cloud. Their first mission was upon them: a direct assault on the royal-acquired post nearby. Victory required precision, strategy, and restraint—things Subuhi wasn’t sure she could provide. She couldn’t afford to rely on her curse. The binding vow was clear: if she did, she would lose herself entirely, her identity consumed by the curse she wielded.
A movement in the garden below caught her eye, pulling her from her thoughts. She leaned against the cold stone railing and squinted. Beneath the soft glow of a lantern, a familiar figure crouched in the shadows. Uraume. Their hands were busy with something she couldn’t quite discern. Her curiosity stirred, and without much thought, she descended the spiral stairs, her steps echoing softly in the stillness.
As she approached, the scene became clearer. Laid before Uraume were deformed bones, their edges jagged and raw. A small blade gleamed in their hand, slicing the bones into smaller, more uniform fragments. Subuhi hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Uraume turned slightly, their expression calm and unreadable. “It’s the newest hunt of Sukuna-sama,” they replied. “He has a tradition of preserving his hunts as prizes. Today’s will be ornaments.”
Subuhi’s brows lifted in mild surprise. “Ornaments?” she repeated, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “That’s… unexpectedly sentimental.”
Uraume’s hands didn’t pause as they continued their meticulous work. “It’s a way of honoring the hunt,” they said simply.
“Can I help?” Subuhi asked after a moment.
Uraume glanced at her briefly, then handed her a smooth fragment of bone. Taking it as permission, Subuhi crouched beside them and began polishing the piece with careful, deliberate movements. The bone felt cold and fragile beneath her fingertips.
As they worked side by side, a question bloomed in Subuhi’s mind, and after a pause, she spoke. “How did you meet him?”
Uraume stilled for a moment, their blade poised mid-cut. Their eyes flickered with a shadow of memory before they began speaking, their voice quieter than before.
“My village feared me,” they began, their tone devoid of bitterness, only a lingering sadness. “My ice technique was wild, uncontrollable. Everything I touched froze. People. Homes. My family.” They hesitated, their gaze distant, as if seeing a frost-covered past. “One day, there was nothing left. Everyone was gone. The world was silent.”
Subuhi’s hands paused, her heart aching at the quiet devastation in their words.
“Then Sukuna-sama came to my village,” Uraume continued, their tone softening with something akin to nostalgia. “I begged him to kill me. I thought that was the only way to stop hurting others.”
“And what did he say?” Subuhi prompted.
A faint, almost wistful smile touched Uraume’s lips. “He told me his icebox was broken and that he needed me to preserve his hunts.”
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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...
