Unholy!

Bitter Pill

>>Rabbit run on the frozen ground.
Who told you so?
Rabbit run on the frozen ground.
How do you know?
I caught a rabbit, uh huh!
I caught a rabbit, uh oh!<<

Song - I Caught a Rabbit

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The night air outside is thick, damp, and heavy with the promise of rain. It clings to Megumi's skin like an invisible second layer. Every breath tastes faintly metallic, as if the blood he tries so hard to leave behind in that house has followed him out here, tainting even the cool winter breeze.

In front of him, Sukuna walks with that infuriating self-satisfaction, the bow carelessly slung over his shoulder. He looks completely at ease, as if they hadn't just left a room full of men he'd humiliated and one he'd murdered in cold blood.

Megumi, in contrast, feels the weight of it heavy pressing down on him. His nerves still burn with this leftover adrenaline, his muscles ache from the constant tension of holding himself back, and under it all simmers a raw, pulsing anger. Anger at Sukuna, for dragging him into that mess and at himself for letting it happen again; for being pulled along so easily, trapped in another one of his games.

They reach the car. The RS7 is gleaming faintly under the dim lamps of the driveway. Sukuna swings the passenger door open for Megumi, charmingly smiling, but Megumi just stands there, staring past the metal shell into the dark, unwilling to move. Sukuna tilts his head, eyes narrowing, and then, with that mocking lilt that makes Megumi's blood boil, he asks softly, „Honey?"

When Megumi still doesn't move or speak after a few beats, Sukuna sighs theatrically, leaning one shoulder against the car. „You need to get rid of that. Urgently."

Megumi's brows knit and he hisses, „What, my humanity?"

„Your whiny loser attitude. Doesn't suit you, darling."

The retort snaps something in him and Megumi gestures back toward the looming silhouette of the Zenin mansion, words bursting out before he can restrain them. „What the hell was that, huh?"

Sukuna's boastful smile doesn't falter. „Desperate times call for desperate measures."

Megumi lets out a short, humorless laugh. „What?!" His voice rises, breaking as everything he's kept bottled up tears free at once. „You're a fucking psycho, you know that?!"

Now Sukuna's expression hardens and his hand shoots out to grip Megumi's arm. „Hey. Don't talk to me like that."

„Or what?!", the boy shouts, raw and aggressive, and in that same moment, he twists free – easily, shockingly easily – and for a split second, he's as startled as Sukuna is. It's as if the adrenaline in his bloodstream has lent him strength and courage he never knew he had.

For an instant, Sukuna's eyes sink into shadow, the kind of dark that feels like a storm holding its breath. His fist tightens, every line in his body coiled with pressure, as if the air itself might crack. Then, just as sudden, his mouth splits into a grin, wide and dangerous, with a flicker of something disturbingly close to amusement gleaming beneath it.

The tension doesn't dissolve, it lingers, reshaped, vibrating between them in a new, sharper way. But Megumi finds he no longer cares. Fury has dragged him too far to back down now. He knows very few would dare to behave this way towards Sukuna. Anyone who did would have to face brutal consequences. And Megumi's not fool enough to think he's an exception. But at this point, his anger has climbed too high for fear or reason to reach him.

„Why did you bring me here?" His voice breaks with a desperate urgency, every word trembling with the need for the truth. „What the hell is my purpose in all of this?"