𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 ┆ ryoumen sukuna fanfic

準拠した花 ; compliant flower

A night of nothing but carnal satisfaction had Akihiro smile bitterly at the falling snowflakes.

His body will always react until his mind silences itself; those snowflakes were fleeting and were allowed to break free but he was becoming trapped. The one who held the key to his life was asleep but Akihiro stays put.

Why was I even born? I am sentenced to nothing but possible death or just something to pass the time.

At age sixteen, he was given away, his mother readily preparing his kimono.

At age sixteen, his virginity was given to Ryoumen Sukuna. A god to some, and a slaughtering demon to most.

At age sixteen, he hated winter. For he can never be like the fluttering snowflakes.

At age sixteen, he was already treated like a woman — his masculinity mattered so little and all he could do was obey.

Pathetic. If my father saw me now, no doubt he too would mock me.

Ah, so bitter...

His thoughts were depressing yet he shed no tear. He merely looked at the open window before slowly going away from the futon to close it, limping as his untied and ruined kimono dragged against the wooden floor.

At age sixteen, his first life was nothing but a tale of misery, dazed lust, and darkness.

“Oi, get back in bed, keep me warm.”

A gruff voice halts his thoughts and he did as told, getting inside the futon as Sukuna grumbled, before continuing his slumber.

Sometimes Sukuna calls him his winter flower — it would have sounded sweet but Akihiro realized the demon won't let him have peace.

He was Sukuna's favorite flower. He brought all the necessary items, had him fed and be healthy.

All because Akihiro was a puzzle.

Akihiro shuts his eyes, blocking out the negativity as he forces himself to be at ease. His mind runs, his heart forever dark but he cannot do anything.

Grandpa, if you are watching from the heavens, please turn away. I am tainted and no longer loveable.

His last train of thoughts reflected to his grandfather but he cannot cry.

All he could do was swallow a sob and seek the darkness of the world.

He dreams an endless spring, a dream of where his grandfather was there, protecting the teen.

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He awakes to a new pile of clothing, a clean room and Sukuna's presence gone.

He knows the other was most likely looking for people to slaughter and pulls himself to where he can bathe and freshen himself, taking a dark blue yukata he can wear.

His feet make little noise as he walked, naked, in order to lessen his burdens.

I'm filled with marks, like property, a rare species that needs to be treated as a trophy.

He steadily bathed himself, finishing easily as he began to be fragrant, reeking of flowers as he wore his yukata loosely. He set about arranging the futon, organizing the clothing to pass the time.

He breathes deeply, eyes going to the window before he looked away.

He has no home now, his yearnings are met with nothing but a dead end.

He flutters away in the shrine, like a wife waiting for her husband as he sits on the porch, looking at the day passing. The cold does not bother him as he breathes deeply again.

I ate already, what else did I not do? He told me the laundry would be done by a woman he stole.

He was idle on the porch as an old woman did some of the work, away from him. Sukuna did not want anyone seeing the boy — he was a prize to be kept. His eyes shone as the sun slowly ebbs down.

Time passed faster when he was lost inside his mind.

“You tryin' to catch a cold, little one?”

Ah, he's home.

He turned his head and spoke,

“No, I am merely waiting here as I have nothing to do.” Sukuna rolled his eyes but sat down next to Akihiro.

The flower and the greedy demon bask in silence.

Let this peace last for one more day... I beg of you, gods and goddesses up there. Let me breathe —

His mind was full but his appearance showed a boy who bore a stoic face as he felt his hair being combed by rough fingers.

So domestic; winter passes as they fall into routine.

The strings of fate continue to shine without being seen.

For how long will it last?