Chapter 13

He can't explain it.

This sensation… that feeling… why did it make him feel that way!?

Sukuna was stewing most of the afternoon away after waking up in that contraption. But he couldn't ignore the sensation he felt, since after all, he hasn't felt comfort like that in years! He can't even recall the last time he felt…

Shaking his head of the notion he moved on from it.

For the rest of the morning, they stopped and stared at him oddly. Sukuna sneered to any and all who gave him such a look and decided to get a meal in before his day of hell started.

However, just as he gathered a plate and took a seat. Gojo sat across from him, staring.

"What?" he demanded as he took a mouthful of eggs.

"What pissed you off?" Gojo asked curiously. "If I didn't know any better, you appeared rather embarrassed this morning, didn't you?"

"Be silent, it matters not. Someone was trying to seal me or attempt such a thing…" he muttered.

"Really? They practice sealing you… using your own blanket?" Gojo asked curiously. "If it makes you feel any better, I think my wife was merely practicing her skills for when the baby comes… she's having my kid too. Isn't that great?!"

"Gods help this world… if they thought I was a nuisance they are going to regret allowing you to reproduce…"

"Are you trying to crack a joke?" Gojo asked with a grin on his lips. "I think you are!"

"You're the joke here… this whole place is a damn joke." He devoured everything on his plate, yet as he got up to leave. He couldn't help but look back at Gojo. "What now?!"

"Curious, you called this place a damn joke… if that's the case… why is your energy in this domain too?"

He sneered at the question before leaving. He doesn't know why, nor does he care. He only knows one thing. This place reeks of Tooru. Everything has their smell on it, even the curse energy.

It sickened him.

Still, his mind kept wondering back, how he woke up in such an unfitting manner of the king of Curses.

And yet…

SLAP

He struck himself along the side of his face. "Get it together, you have no idea what's happened to you, those brat did something to mess with your mind and the Tooru is helping them!" he scolded. He has to keep up this calm appearance, since after all. The brats will mess up. He has over a thousand years on them! Suiryu… that one is going to be hard to deal with.

That insignificant speck has become something rather strange. He certainly has his attitude still, but he appears far more opened minded as well as playful in a sense. He's really become that brat's brother hasn't he?

He was disgusted that a part of him turned into that, but it wasn't all that bad, whatever was purified from him allowed his own curse energy to grow and evolve even in his dormant state. But that was also the reason why he had the fifth hand too. Despite being sealed away, his connection to them allowed him to continually cultivate until he could gain a body… that was their purpose. Despite the notion they sought different ways of reviving him. Sukuna was going to use them in the end to gain what he desired.

It should have worked flawlessly, after all, he even convinced a Tooru to betray his own clan to gain that elusive conceal ability. But even now, he can't appear to use it on his own terms. "Perhaps there is more to it than I realized." He muttered to himself.

He avoided Tooru for most of the day, and by the looks of it, she was avoiding him as well.

Suddenly, Sukuna pause.

Peering down, there was a child who stared up at him fearlessly. But the thing was… this brat… looked like the brat! "You look weird" he boy said fearlessly.

"Beat it!" he growled back. "I'm a demon sorcerer… and little infants like you… are snacks to me!" he said in a threatening tone, to send the message across, he used his second mouth to lick its lips.

The child's eyes widened in surprise. "That… is COOL!" he decreed and appeared more impressed than terrified!

There was no mistaking it, this brat is the brat's! He's too stupid to see the danger before him!

"Be gone, pest," Sukuna growled.

Yet the boy lingered. "Why are you so big? How did you get so big? How come you have the same markings as Papa? And Papa has four arms, you do too, how come I don't? Why is one side of your face weird? How come your eyes…"

"SHUT UP!" he roared.

The boy finally trembled. He coiled back and ran crying from him.

"Finally… peace…" Sukuna said with a sigh.

"HEEL!"

BASH!

Face first into the ground he went once more, but that stern voice… that wasn't the knock off.

"You DARE scare my son!?"

A small grin came over him, that just confirms it. "What if I did? The brat wouldn't leave me alone, besides… you're his father… are you not the one responsible for teaching him what danger is?" he snickered.

"Stand up,"

He was able to stand once more, but the brat was pissed, he could tell. Sukuna smirked to that look on his face too. "As I said… you're the one that should teach him who and what is dangerous to be around, shouldn't you?" He knows his smile grew, at least he now has a new form of entertainment for the time being.

"I will say this only once… if you EVER pull any sort of shit on my son that you have done to me… I swear to you… you will beg for death… but it won't be given. You will wish you were in hell compared to what I will put you through… just so we're clear." He said in a warning tone, yet, that growl at the end was a little sudden and rather… odd.

Sukuna gave a half smirk. "Crystal." He said.