The Cursed Lovers
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A 'Jujutsu Kaisen' Fanfiction
Sukuna x fem!Megumi
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Summary:
What is the consequence of calling upon the devil himself? When Megumi is ready to expect the worst out of Ryoumen Sukuna, the King of Curses, the said demon himself took her for a dance with death–and it turns out not as scary as she thought.
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CW:
Action.
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Chapter 2:
Dancing with the Devil
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Megumi's PoV
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Four eyes, four hands, and two faces in one giant body. A demon, a god, a king, a hero. The ruthless murderer and a benevolent ruler. Ryoumen Sukuna has been described in many ways possible throughout history, and mostly so fearsome that his name still echoes in the Jujutsu Society as the supreme symbol of evil, power, and glory. Encountering him with your own eyes is such a blessing and a curse; you had the chance to witness the mythical king himself and were doomed enough to probably get eaten by him. And to Jujutsu Sorcerers, even winning his side would mean having the hands of Midas.
So, it goes without saying that Naoya's challenge to capture the King of Curses is an impossible task; a suicide mission. And yet, here I am, in the household of Gojo, talking to the Strongest Sorcerer Satoru Gojo, to ask for whatever he knows about possibly the only being that could kill him.
"I'm so sad that you only see me to ask for this mundane thing, Megumi. At least try some courtesy by asking me for a date first," said the albino freak. He was in a white yukata and light blue garb, looking too flashy in his dim private library.
Meanwhile, I found perfect solace and peace by blending in the dark corner of the room. "I don't have any intention of going on a date with my father's killer."
"Ouch, that hurts. You do know that your father was also a killer, right?"
I shrugged. "Still not gonna date you nonetheless." He makes that sound of a kicked puppy, and I tried to pierce through his black glasses to see the deception in his electric blue eyes. "I'm here not because of him, anyway. So can you just hurry up?"
"Geez, patience, Megumi. We're talking about a thousand years old, if not more, of a script here. It's historic."
I sighed and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "And here I thought you have no interest whatsoever in anything old."
"Oh, I'm not," he smirked. "I just love messing with you."
He then pulled a very rustic scroll from one of the drawers behind some stacks of books. I saw how his hands treated it gently, and one part of me was amazed that he actually had that gracefulness in him. But then he just tossed the ancient script to the table like trash—what a jerk.
"Let's see… Ryoumen Sukuna…" He traced the script's surface with his long, pale, bony middle finger. Why it has to be the middle finger is beyond me, but whatever. "He was a human sorcerer about a thousand years ago, blablabla… Known as 'The Dark Shaman', blablabla… Became a cursed spirit after he died… Hmm… Feared by most but worshipped by people in Hida Province, blablabla…"
"Wait, what're you just saying–"
"A selfish, cold-hearted, immoral, and sadistic son of a bitch… Intelligent and manipulative mother fucker… He was the one who introduced Buddhism to Hida and Mito, therefore, referred to as a hero, blabla… Oh, and Naniwaneko Takefurukuma killed him because he refused to obey the emperor."
He took a deep breath as if butchering the history was exhausting. And I look at him in disdain because I know deep inside he was enjoying it.
"Well, aside from that guy with the funny name–I mean, who named their son Naniwaneko, 'what's cat?'–nothing's interesting about this sugar daddy of yours."
Swear to God I would slap his annoying face if not for his Infinity. "Are you done?"
"Yes!" he said oddly gleefully.
"Okay, now fuck off and let me see it."
Without me even touching him, he pushed himself aside as I took the place he was standing on behind the old mahogany desk, started reading the yellow paper under the dim light of a candle.
Aside from the facts that the albino freaks have spurred out, not much is written on the script except for Ryoumen Sukuna's many atrocities toward humanity for hundreds of years after his death. Too many names and places were mentioned, mostly about people who tried to contain him to no avail and villages and cities that were vanished because he slaughtered the entire population. Yet I still squint my eyes even harder to look for something valuable; his kingdom, his shrine, his domain, whatever the fuck that could tell me about his whereabouts.
"It's Hida, Megumi. Just go to Hida," said the albino freak, like his Jujutsu ability is so great now that he could read minds.
"To what? Sightseeing?"
Now he mockingly stares at me. "Are you seriously gonna summon this king of demons?"
I raised my hand to harrow my head unconsciously. "What other option do I have, Gojo-san? I'd rather die facing the lord of hell rather than surrendering myself to Naoya."
"Well, I guess you got a point," he shrugged. "Nao-chan is a massive asshole. Maybe the demon king would be kinder to you."
I chuckled. "That'd be awesome."
And then I found it: his place, his shrine, the only place where people still worship him and send him offerings every now and then–the Minashi-jinja in the foothills of Kurai Mountain. I smiled, and the excitement made me give Gojo-san a quick hug before dashing out of the room. The tall man froze in place.
"Better be back alive, Megumi!" he shouted from inside the library a while later, before I stepped out of the house. "I don't want to be responsible for the death of another Zen'in!"
I smiled and shouted back, "You'd live through it, Gojo-san!"
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Summoning a demon is not cheap; it requires a lot of things that are mostly not that easily obtained. For conjuring a strong presence such as Ryoumen Sukuna, I was told to sacrifice a whole ass buffalo, drain the blood, put them all in a sacred barrel, then cut off the head for later use.
All of them, including the meats and other things, are stored in my domain expansion along with the cursed tools I got from Maki-san. I rode my way from Tokyo to Hida, Gifu Prefecture, by a motorcycle that my father owned; a vintage Harley-Davidson that was old enough to be my grandfather, but luckily was treated very well by Maki-san and me over the years. It took me five hours of riding via the highway before I slowed down my ride when I entered the city area, and summoned the Divine Dogs to locate the shrine with their smelling.
The dogs ran rampant once they smelled the trace of scent from the old scripture that Gojo-san has. By the time I arrived at Minashi-jinja, the sun was already setting in the West, leaving me with golden light that got dimmer and dimmer every second I entered the shrine. As expected, no one was in the shrine except for me.
The room was vast, damp, and dark, with giant pillars in every corner. On the farthest part from the door, there was a giant golden statue of the King of Curses himself–completed with his four hands, two faces, and weapons that consisted of two swords, a bow, and an arrow, dancing atop of hellish fire. I felt a heavy atmosphere surrounding me, and yet no curse insight. Thinking it was expected in a place like this, I proceeded with the summoning preparation.
I opened the portal to my domain expansion and pulled out the barrel of buffalo blood. With a mop I found in the backroom of the shrine, I used it as a giant brush to paint the center of the floor with his symbols: circles inside of circles made of buffalo blood. Once I was done, I put the buffalo head in the center of the rings and drew another symbol on its forehead, two strokes of lines below each eye, and a sharp line from its temples to its chin.
Now I stepped out of the circle and took a moment to admire my piece of work. I took a deep breath and started chanting in old Japanese–something that I read somewhere somewhen, but managed to remember and even memorize it on my way here. It basically was only praises and prayers to the old gods. Gojo-san once said that the highly superior curses like to think of themself as minor gods, so praising them would likely win their favor.
And once I was done, I centralized my cursed energy on the tip of my fingers, pointing it to the buffalo head. And with one flick, a fire was ignited and spread from the buffalo head to the other circles like dominos.
A dark room immediately becomes luminous by the flames. At first, the heat startled me, but I managed to get used to it. Minutes go by, and nothing happens. I became impatient and anxious, afraid that everything I had done up until this second was nothing but a huge mistake.
Wait… what the fuck am I just thinking? I'm not doing this for myself–it's for Mai and her child. It's for beating up Naoya's cocky ass. It's for Tsumiki, who's been terrified to death all her life. It's for the future.
Fixing my resolution, I started to repeat the chants, now louder and with more determination. A heavy burden was upon my shoulders as my body slowly crooked and prepared my Ten Shadows Technique. This is the king himself that we are talking about–stealing an early start would never be an exaggeration, cause everything is fair in a battle against a demon.
Suddenly, the fire gets wilder as it almost reaches the ceiling; it creates a wall of flames that gets bigger and bigger on each circle. And from the center of it all, where the buffalo head was supposed to be, a tall, big, and dark figure emerges. Its shadow was menacing enough for me to take a few steps back, and its growl even made me shiver in fear.
Before the fire subsided, before his figure could even complete the manifestation, I called upon Max Elephant that immediately spouted a large amount of water from her trunk to extinguish the fire. Grey steams filled the whole room and clouded my view, but still didn't stop me from calling upon Orochi and commanding her to slither her way to the center of the room, entrapping whatever being that emerged from the steam with her whole body.
My hands move in a gesture of tightening a rope as an order for Orochi to do the same with her grip. Nothing happened for a few nerve-wracking seconds. Once the fumes vanished into thin air, I just realized that she was holding nothing.
Fear struck me like lightning. Oh, fuck.
Something moves at the speed of light and attacks me from above. I dodged just an inch away before whatever that is punctured my heart. Without thinking any further, I pulled out my black cursed blade from my innate domain, and right at that moment, something attacked me again with a magnificent power until I was thrown away to the wall.
If it's not for the blade that I used as my defense, my ribs could have been broken to pieces.
"Well, well, well," a husky and deep voice echoed throughout the room, alluring and menacingly cheerful. "If it isn't Fushiguro Megumi."
Under a very dim moonlight, a man in a white yukata with his torso exposed was standing with all his glory. Circular tattoos were all over his body, with arrow-like marks crossing his chest. His lips are smiling from ear to ear, accentuating the patterns on his face. He wasn't five-meter tall with four arms and four eyes, but he was definitely the King of Curses himself: Ryoumen Sukuna.
When he took one step forward, I summoned Nue and Divine Dogs to attack him simultaneously. He grabbed my white dog by its neck and smashed it to the ground, while he sliced Nue with a mere wave of his hand. Pain indeed pierced my body like crazy, tears already on the brink of my eyes, but I use those mere seconds instead to sneak upon his shadow and attack him from behind.
He swiftly dodges it until I was only slicing empty air. Then he grabbed my arm and twisted it to my back, gripping my wrist hard enough for me to drop my blade. Then, his other hand grabs my neck, pulling me closer to his body. He whispered, "Do you miss me that much, Fushiguro Megumi?"
I could barely think straight when his warm breath tickled my ear with his husky voice. "Let me go, you demon!"
With only one hand, I summon Rabbit Escape which immediately swarms me with white rabbits from below my feet. He got distracted and loosened his grip a bit, which I took that opportunity to cut myself loose and instantly took the farthest distance possible from him.
'Fuck… my blade is over there.'
Then my eyes went up to him, to his wicked smile and ruby eyes, to his feet where it was inches away from my black blade. I prepared myself for another battle as I plunged my hand to my domain. What I pulled out was the three-section Playful Cloud, Maki-san's favorite weapon, which I personally don't really like. But do I have a choice?
He dashed to my place without warning, and I ran to him. I swung the Playful Cloud with all my might, but it barely affected him as he always either dodges or repels it. I kicked, I punched, and he also does the same but with twice the velocity. He landed some good punches on my body, rendering me almost unconscious. I summoned Orochi again, this time to defend me from his attack. But he grabbed the giant serpent almost like a rope and broke it in half with his bare hands.
That's it. That's the moment I unconsciously let myself fall on my knees, wide-eyed crying, screaming without any sound. Only then do I realize how badly injured I am; with a broken arm, broken ribs, blood gushing from my head, nose, and mouth. I could no longer comprehend anything. I feel like it's better for me just to shut my eyes and fall into my domain.
"Oh, no, My Blessing…." A soothing voice calling the meaning of my name, a big warm hand gently touches the side of my face, a figure crouches before me and blinds my vision with gentle kisses on my eyelids.
It feels weirdly calming.
As my consciousness slowly slipped away, I could still feel a rhythmed beating heart inside a warm body as he carried me in his arms. Faintly, I also heard that deep voice saying, "I'm so sorry, Fushiguro Megumi…."
And as he kissed the top of my bleeding head, I let myself surrender to my subconscious.
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On a land far away in my dream, I saw a beautiful man with shimmering pink hair. He smiled at me as he sang me an old nostalgic song. His warm presence brought me closer to him. I rested my head on his lap, smiling back at him. He kissed my hand as I reached out to touch his face, calling me with his pet name to me: "Blessing, my blessing. My love."
Oh my God, his voice. So deep and sexy, shaken every fiber in me, lit something that has been laid dormant without me knowing.
I get up to now sit on his lap. I dive deep into his ruby eyes, swimming through those endless pools of blood. "My king, my demon." That was my voice, escaped my mouth without even any permission from my consciousness–but it just feels like the most natural thing to do.
I ran my fingers across his hair, feeling the fluffiness on my palms. I pulled his head closer to mine and kissed his plum lips slowly. The warmth, the tenderness, the sweetness–I took everything deep within my soul.
I kept kissing him as I ran my hands down his thick shoulders, to his well-sculptured chest, his hard abdomen, his waist. When I tried to reach lower, he held my hands in place. I look straight to his eyes, feeling betrayed.
"I'm so sorry, Blessing," the begging in his voice makes me weak. "But you aren't strong enough yet." He kissed my cheeks and my nose softly. "Come back to me when you're ready." And buried me in another passionate kiss, tongue to tongue, breath to breath.
But above all, I was petrified. What does he mean by not strong enough?
Before I could ask or even comprehend the sentence, the morning sunshine brought me back to the reality that I was not ready.
My eyes were wide-awake, my back aching by the hard, wooden floor, yet my senses remain on that dream, where all the touches feel alive and real. His voice still echoes in my ears, tingling my nerves all over my spines. I could still feel his lips kissing mine; the softness, the warmth–yet my conscious knew that no way those things ever happened to me. I was just dreaming. That's what dreaming does.
I tried to pull my body up to sit. My head spun uncontrollably, and my shoulders felt like they were about to break. But, other than that, I feel no discomfort whatsoever–no broken bones, no bleeding nose, no seizure. It is as if the conjuring and fighting with the most potent special grade curse in history was just a big fat dream too.
But then I look around the place where I was–still at the Minashi-jinja, but now seems a little bit different with better lighting from the sun–and I do find pieces of evidence about yesterday's summoning ritual. The burnt mark in circular shapes was left on the wooden floor, the horns of the buffalo head still in the center of the room, and my weapons were clearly scattered here and there. When I tried to summon Orochi, Nue, and my white Divine Dogs, the only thing that appeared was my devastation, knowing they were indeed gone, killed, ripped to shreds by so much more potent force.
I tried to get up slowly to prevent any more internal injuries if I was indeed going through a life-threatening battle. But, as I said, I feel nothing unordinary, physically speaking.
All the things considered, I could only assume if that Ryoumen Sukuna, the fearful King of Curses, healed me with Reverse Technique after I passed out.
'But why?' this question is louder in my head. 'I honestly don't get it.'
'And he called me with my mother's family name? Why?' That's fucking odd if I think about it. There must have been dozens of Jujutsu Sorcerers who came here looking for him, and we never even exchanged names before that shitshow happened. So how come he knows?
No matter how many times I think about it, I couldn't seem to have the perfect answer. So I decided to come back to Tokyo, facing whatever ridicule that would await me once I stepped foot again in the Zen'in mansion.
Once I gathered my weapons and cleaned the shrine the best I could, I pulled out my motorcycle from my domain and opened my bag to get my phone. I never expected anything–probably some joke text from Gojo-san or an invitation to drink from Nobara. So imagine my surprise when I got twenty-four miscalls from Nobara. In one of her many texts, she said, "Come here immediately. It's Mai."
And I swear to God I never ride anything that fasts in my life.
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TO BE CONTINUE
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Author's note:
Hi, it's Lee Audrey! Thanks for reading this far! I hope the story makes sense.
I have nothing to say, except that I was almost turned that dream scene into NSFW; if I didn't remember that, it would feel weird in the plotline. I mean… sex after a battle? While injured? While I do admit that it sounds hot and tempting, but I guess I'm not cut out for that kind of story yet, hehe.
Maybe later, who knows.
Please leave me some comments if you have something to say about this chapter. I'd like to interact with you. 3
Anyway, happy belated birthday to Megumi, merry Christmas to you, and happy new year! Congratulations on surviving another pandemic! Be proud of yourselves.
(December, 26th 2021)
Love,
L.A.
