Warnings for this chapter: depictions of violence, blood and gore, severe injuries.
Yūji coughs up blood as she is thrown through multiple wooden barriers. She stays on the ground for a moment, wheezing slightly as her broken ribs painfully pop and crackle every time her chest moves.
"You... have... ' hard punch..." Yūji chokes out with a bloody smile. Her arms shake slightly as Yūji slowly sits up.
"Best friend! Is that really all you got?" Aoi exclaims with a wide grin. Yūji laughs softly before it turns into wet and bloody hacks.
The pink haired teenager takes in a wheezing breath. "No... s'rprised how strong... y' are... Usually hol' back with... with... normal people..."
Yūji carefully stands up ignoring the searing pain coursing through her broken ankle. She stumbles back slightly, but grabs one of the broken barriers to keep her standing.
"Holding back? We're best friends, Itadori! Why would you hold back against me?!" Aoi states with his hands on his hips. Yūji laughs again before she chokes on blood welling up in her throat.
She keeps her mouth opens and lets the blood fall out of her mouth like a waterfall. She slowly swallows when most of the blood leaves her mouth and gives Aoi a wide grin of her own.
"...can... can still go for... for a bit..." Yūji forces out as she lowers her stance.
"I wouldn't think my best friend would be so cocky!" Aoi brings his fists up with a large grin. "You're a good fight, so I can't tell if your cockiness is deserved or not."
Yūji only answers with a bloody grin. Adrenaline courses through her veins and a sudden urge to laugh tries to escape the female.
"It's a shame I can't go all out... if he wasn't an ally, I would love to see what our fight would be." The wind blows past the two opponents. Yūji glances up when she senses a familiar person above.
"The cursed doll," Sukuna states in an indifferent tone. Yūji pouts when she senses a faint presence of relief coming off of the cursed housed inside her body.
"I thought you'd love to see me all beaten and bloody." She mentally crosses her arms, giving the curse a small look.
"Senpai..." Yūji roll her eyes right before Panda slams into the ground in between her and Aoi.
"Takana ikura?" Toge's worried voice makes Yūji look up. Toge was crouched on one of the untouched wooden barriers. Yūji smiles up at him, relaxing her posture.
"'m fine, Inumaki-senpai... where's N...Nobara-kun an–" A bloody coughing fit cuts the rest of her sentence off before her knees buckle.
"You're in no place to fight right now, Yūji. How can you not tell?" Sukuna growls in true anger. Yūji blinks before feeling an unfamiliar feeling fester in her heart.
"Tsuna Ikura!" Toge exclaims, quickly wrapping an arm around Yūji's waist before she could hit the ground.
"Yūji!" Megumi's worried shout makes the pink haired teenager raise her head. She gives the sprinting Megumi a wave with a bright smile, her teeth completely covered in blood.
"M-Megumi-kun!" Yūji exclaims brightly, blood dripping out of her mouth. His eyes stare at the blood pooling around her feet, fists clenching.
"'m fine... the others okay?" Yūji reassures sincerely. The withering glare Megumi sends her makes her wince slightly. Probably the wrong thing to say.
"Inumaki-senpai, I'll take her to Shoko-san." The black haired teenager ignores Yūji and focuses on an amused Toge.
"Tsunamayo Ikura," Toge speaks with a nod, slowly helping the pink haired teenager up.
Aoi scoffs slightly, straightening his posture. "It's rude to interrupt a fight between best friends. Itadori! The next time we fight, you will not hold back!"
"S'not my 'cision..." Yūji trails off in a hazy tone, her head rolling to the side. "Yukimura-sensei's the... one's gotta give me's go... 'head..."
"She's getting delirious. Kugisaki's going to be pissed," Megumi sighs to himself as he walks over to Yūji. He gently lifts the pink haired teenager into a bridal hold, grunting slightly at the sudden dead weight in his arms.
"Tsuna konbu." Toge slouches a bit, giving Megumi a small look. Yūji giggles deliriously and reaches a blood covered hand towards the white haired teenager. She pats his cheek, head rolling back to give him a hazy smile.
"Mm! 'll let... you carry me to my room! 'gumi, y'gotta... gotta share!" Yūji exclaims as her words continue to slur. She nuzzles her face into Megumi's chest, making him tense.
"...tired... 've Ieiri-sensei wake... wake me... aft-after..." Yūji hears a single drop of water before she's suddenly falling.
Before it could even register, warm arms surround her and brings her into an even warmer embrace. Yūji hazily blinks and looks up.
Sukuna was in his bigger form, all four eyes glaring down at her in anger. Yūji curls in on herself, instinctively averting her gaze to her lap.
"I told you to be careful, slut." Yūji feels the unfamiliar feeling get worse in her chest.
"Why am I feeling... am I... am I feeling... guilty?" Yūji gently presses a hand to her chest, over her heart. A rare, but familiar burning sensation appears in the back of her throat.
"Why–why did I have to be careful?" Yūji hates how small her voice sounded. She quickly clears her throat and locks the unfamiliar feelings away.
"I made sure Todo-san didn't land a single hit on my stomach. Why are you so worried?" She asks, looking back up at Sukuna. Yūji blinks in slight shock at the dark expression on his face before squeaking in surprise when something touches her stomach.
She looks down and notices one of his hands gently rubbing her stomach. Sukuna holds her tighter against him, his stomach maw purring lowly when her stomach gets closer.
Love in a time of war and blood. Gentle caresses. Trust and devotion. Inseparable.
"There are two lives inside you, Yūji." The pink haired teenager's breath stutters at the revelation. "They may be shitty glasses's brats, but I will not allow anyone or anything to harm them."
"That's–that's..." Her breath quickens as she presses a hand against her stomach. Her hand starts to shake when she recalls that night a month ago.
Yūji was too affected by the aphrodisiac curse to even think about protection. The curse affected Satoru even more, so it didn't even cross his mind that night.
"I–I didn't know. Oh gods, Sukuna, I'm–I'm pregnant–" Yūji cuts herself off with a watery laugh. Tears start to fall from her eyes as unfathomable joy spreads throughout her soul.
She looks up with a bright smile and gently grabs Sukuna's face with both of her hands. "Thank you–thank you for protecting them. I didn't understand why you were so worried."
Yūji places a kiss on the corner of Sukuna's mouth, still crying tears of joy. She laughs again and looks back down at her stomach.
"I have to tell Gojo-sensei, but... the higher-ups..." Yūji sighs heavily at the realization while Sukuna growls.
"They'll have shitty glasses wrapped around their finger if they find out. Threatening the life of a child is nothing for jujutsu sorcerers," Sukuna sneers in promised death. Yūji narrows her eyes as she places her hand back on her stomach.
"Security will continue to increase the close we get to the Goodwill Event," Yūji states calmly. It always happens at the most inopportune times...
"With twins," Yūji smiles slightly at her own statement, "I'll be showing by then. We'll need to plan ahead. Have a plan that can include everyone that's mine after it's discovered that I'm pregnant."
"Do you trust them all to be on your side?" The question makes Yūji sigh.
"I... don't know. I hope–I wish for it, but they may not love me like I love them," Yūji says in a soft voice. She rubs her stomach and tilts her head back to give Sukuna a smile.
"They are fools if they don't." Yūji feels warmth spread throughout her body when Sukuna tightens his hold around her even more. She relaxes into the suffocating hold, feeling safe.
Two hands gently caressing her heavily swollen stomach. Another two hands carding through her long hair. A deep voice humming softly in her ear, smothering the sounds of screams and cries.
Sukuna lifts Yūji's head with a clawed hand, eyes gleaming darkly. "No one but me can touch you. No one but me can hurt you. You are mine, little vessel. It's a shame I couldn't be the one to take you first."
"And you are mine. As are the others." Yūji closes her eyes and leans her face into the clawed hand. She sighs softly and opens her eyes, revealing eyes full of love. She turns her head and places a gentle kiss on Sukuna's palm.
Gifted gardens of red spider lilies and wisteria trees lay across fields of conquered land. Soft red moonlight through the open fusuma* doors. Her king. Her King of Curses.
"My king. I'm glad I found you," again.
"–nothing too bad, actually. She's just–"
Yūji could tell she was slipping in and out of consciousness. It was an all too familiar feeling.
"–ribs were completely broken and three were–" The familiar feminine voice becomes more prominent. She was slowly waking up.
"–injury as well, but it seems Sukuna already–"
"Ieiri-sensei must know already," Yūji thinks tiredly, slowly opening her eyes. She winces heavily as she slowly sits up.
"Yūji-kun won't be waking up for a bit," Ieiri Shoko finishes her medical report on Yūji's injuries.
"Oh. Hey, Yūji-chan," Satoru greets with a smile, raising a hand in greeting. Shoko whirls around with wide eyes while Yūji smiles back at the white haired man.
"Hi, Gojo-sensei. Hi, Ieiri-sensei." Yūji winces at how her voice croaks out. She clears her throat, placing a hand around it.
"Yūji-kun, I told you not to call me that. I'm not a teacher," Shoko states in exasperation and fondness. Yūji smiles slightly before glancing around.
Her smile disappears when she doesn't see anyone else. "Where's the others? Did Mai-san hurt them?"
"Yoshino-kun is a fast runner and got to me in time. Kugisaki-kun had a few bruises and scrapes, but didn't have any severe injuries. I would say that Zen'in-san had worse injuries than you after Fushiguro-kun was through with her," Shoko says, quickly going back to her casual expression of tired calmness.
Yūji relaxes with a sigh. She nods her head before glancing at a clearly worried Satoru. A smile grows on her face as she lifts up her hand towards the white haired man-child.
"I'm fine, Gojo-sensei. Promise. Can't have the enemy knowing what I can and can't do now, hm?" Satoru chuckles with a wide grin at the statement. He walks over and grabs Yūji's hand, gently raising it to kiss Yūji's knuckles.
The pink haired teenager's expression softens at Satoru's love. She pulls his hand closer before intertwining their fingers.
"Until I'm 16, Yukimura-sensei has to give me permission to not hold back. Todo-san surprised me though. I haven't fought such a skilled fighter in years," Yūji speaks up and focuses on the highly amused Shoko.
"We have something to talk about, Yūji-kun." Shoko glances between Satoru and the pink haired teenager. "Something that I assume also pertains to Satoru."
The white haired man blinks before looking down at Yūji. "What does she mean? What's wrong?"
Yūji smiles brightly as she looks up at him with teary eyes. She laughs softly and brushes some of her hair behind her ear.
"Look. Without the blindfold," Yūji says as she points to her stomach. Satoru stares at her with a blank expression, Yūji waiting patiently. He slowly reaches up and takes off his blindfold.
"I wonder if they'll look like him," Yūji thinks wistfully as Satoru stares at her stomach with a narrowed gaze.
"They better fucking not. I'd prefer pink hair," Sukuna sneers with a huff. Yūji watches as Satoru's shoulders tense. She doesn't flinch back when his hand suddenly touches her stomach.
"Sukuna just told me. If I had known, I wouldn't have fought Todo-san," Yūji speaks softly as Satoru continues to stare at her stomach.
"...there's two." Yūji giggles at the statement and nods her head.
"Mmhmm. We're only a month in, so the symptoms haven't kicked in yet."
"I..." Satoru trails off, his voice cracking. He finally looks up with wide eyes, still in shock. Yūji grabs his face with both of her hands and leans forward to kiss his forehead.
"To think you were grooming my little sister and knocked her up, Gojo Satoru." Yūji and Satoru whip their head towards Shoko at the incredibly threatening tone. Satoru laughs nervously and waves his hands in the air.
"N-now, Shoko. I can exp–" Satoru flies back into the infirmary wall.
"Gojo-sensei!" Yūji exclaims in worry.
Yūji's cheek tingles before Sukuna cackles loudly. "That's what he gets for taking away my chance to fuck Yūji first!"
"Sukuna!" Yūji scolds the curse before she watches Shoko start to stalk towards the cowering and nervously laughing Satoru.
"Shoko-san!" Yūji groans loudly and drops her head into her hands. She just can't catch a break.
Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter!
Did I add big sister Shoko to this because I wanted to? Yes.
Will I take any criticism? No.
Will I add a filler chapter of how the sister relationship came to be? Possibly.
*Extra information*
*(1): fusuma are the giant room dividers like shōji, only they aren't made of translucent sheets.
It's a bit of a shorter chapter, but this wasn't going to be a major chapter in the story. Well. Except for the fact that Yūji realizes she's pregnant, but oh well.
Also, we're finally getting into the heavily implied reincarnation shit I had put in this fic for shits and giggles. Woot woot!
Next chapter: The Goodwill Event! Now, I need some help for this one. I think I'm going to change the entire Goodwill Event, but I need some help.
I already have to change shit because of Mahito being dead, but I need help on what I should do in the Goodwill Event. Any feedback is GREATLY appreciated! Don't be afraid to give me your ideas. I desperately need some help with this!
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye.
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