Chapter 9
It was a long day, and yet, it was a never-ending hell in Sukuna's mind.
He was brought to a small hut away from everyone else. The brat explained this would be where he is living from now one. "It's bigger than me so, yeah, you should fit." He said with a smug look on his face. "Granted, I have no idea how you fit a domain into a vessel like that…"
The hut was nothing more than a bed that was big enough for him. He sneered at it all, but this was also an odd sighed. He was about to mention it when the brat did. "You can thank Yua," he said in a reluctant tone. "Personally, Suiryu and I would have had you sleep in shit. But… she insisted on a bed for you…"
This… wasn't right in his mind, but he won't complain about it yet.
"So we will have a nice early day with you tomorrow. Suiryu has BIG plans for you, and me… I'm writing up my list now as to what I am going to do to you… so, sleep well!"
The brat's look darkened, Sukuna sneered at him as the door closed and locked for the night. But it didn't matter.
He was going to be certain that this hell ends tonight, by any means necessary!
He waited for the brat to be some distance away before he peered at the left side of his chest. "Once I get rid of this damn thing, everything else should fall into place... I still have personal objects lingering in his world, I can still revive…" he said with great determination.
Sukuna's right hand came over the left side of his chest. All he has to do now is rip out the damn heart that revived…
His claws poised, his will unwavering, he can make this fast and then, this nightmare will be over.
With every ounce of strength, he plunged his claws into his chest…
They were stopped.
Inches before they even hit flesh, his claws refused to go any farther! "What… Impossible!"
Time and time again, he tried to stab his chest, in attempts to rip out his heart. But each time he tried, his hand was repelled!
"Tch, what jujutsu is this?!... wait… jujutsu…" he then bore a wicked look. Despite not having much of his curse energy anymore, he had enough to inflict a fatal wound on himself.
It's not the way he would want to go, he is a warrior after all, however, desperate times call for desperate measures!
Summoning everything he could into his right hand, he felt the flow of power, this would be fatal to anyone who connected with this strike, even himself. So, with a wicked grin, he took aim. "Fair well brat and knock off… I'll make sure you pay for all of this!"
Sukuna took his shot.
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Suiryu was up bright and early that morning, he wondered over to the little hut that kept the former King of curses. Clearing his throat, he approached the door… before kicking it loud and obnoxiously. "OPEN UP JACKASS! IT'S MORNING!" Suiryu called.
There was no answer.
"Hmm, giving me the silent treatment? Please, like that ever works… I've lived with Satoru Gojo, you think I can't annoy you out of that hut?" he asked through the door. "Tell you what, I'll give you five minutes to get yourself decent and you come out this door on your own power. If not, I am going to drag your sorry ass out!"
He stood and waited…
Waited…
Waited some more.
Until it was nearly five minutes.
"You asked for this, don't blame me…"
The door opened.
Suiryu paused as he watched a very defeated and tried looking Sukuna glare down at him. "Look at what the cat coughed up…" Suiryu muttered. "You look like shit"
Sukuna… glared at him. "What… did you do to me?" he asked in a seething tone. He then stared at his hands. "I tried… everything. I even stole a knife from the kitchen, infused it with curse energy… and…" he held up a very bent and broken blade.
"Oh you're in for it now, that was Eso favorite knife!" Suiryu protested.
"Shut up about what it was, WHY DID IT HAPPEN!" Sukuna roared.
Suiryu smirked to him. "You really wanna know?" he teased.
"What you have done to me, what you continue to do… it's beyond normal jujutsu, I should know, this… this isn't natural. Not even I can do this! How can a mere knock off like you and a sniveling brat like that brat do what I cannot?" he demanded.
He was SO frustrated.
Suiryu loved it!
He smirked to him. "Something tells me… you spent ALL night trying to kill yourself but couldn't. Then, you began to try and dismantle the technique used upon you, but got nowhere fast." He paused as his smile only grew on his face. "Still can't figure it out yet huh?"
He was trembling with rage at this point. Sukuna's body shook and quivered, as he wanted to strike him so badly, but knew he couldn't. He can't and his strikes wouldn't even be affective.
But that won't stop Suiryu from teasing him to try.
"So, you are flustered, frustrated, angry, bitter and also tried from a single day of doing nothing but showing you off as a pet… oh… I suppose Satoru training you didn't help either…"
It was like a flash, Suiryu caught a fist aimed right at him. But he also allowed such an action to occur, he had to give Sukuna a sense of false hope that he can overcome his collar. Yet, the moment his fist was caught, he froze in disbelief.
Suiryu didn't flinch, let alone move from where he stood.
"Tch… what the hell made you so power?" Sukuna muttered.
Suiryu's smile continued to grow. "Oh? Curious are we? Or are we jealous of what has been accomplished when your thousand year old ass has been doing nothing?"
His lip curled. Sukuna glared at him but then the sneer only grew. "How did something like you come from me?" he muttered. "You're disgusting."
Suiryu forced a small laugh. "Me? Disgusting? Please, you are the viler one. As for how something like me came from the likes of you… I'll let you know when I figure it out myself. Strange isn't it? That's the one thing you and I can agree on. How the hell I came from you and yet act like this! Anyways, get your ass out, you can have breakfast, but I got BIG plans for you today…"
Suiryu was determined, today, Sukuna will beg to become someone's servant…
