Welp, I have to add a sligh TW for violence / torture there, so read at your own risk I guess?
(Something pissed my off at uni and apparently my way to vent is to turn into a sadistic writer haha...)


Yuuji is pretty sure he has gone too far again when a blood-curling scream makes his ears ring.

It looks suspiciously like a torture chamber, with a motionless person unceremoniously dropped in a corner – an ageless, genderless person with white hair stained crimson. Uraume. The amount of blood on their clothes suggests that they are very much dead. Yuuji is about to nope the fuck out of there when he becomes aware that there is a still-alive man tied up on the other side.

And that this man is clearly, unmistakably, Sukuna.

At first glance, he only noticed the tattoos on his forehead and wrist, because the rest of his skin is covered in grime and dark bruises, visible through the tears in his clothes. He raises his head slightly, looking almost straight at Yuuji – if the boy was truly there and not a mere spectator.

"Uraume?"

Sukuna's voice is barely above a hoarse whisper.

"Uraume? You're still here?"

With that, Yuuji realizes with horror that the trails of dried blood on his face, mimicking his markings as a curse in a twisted way – it comes from his eyes. He has been blinded.

"Please, say something…"

Yuuji glances again towards the body of the white-haired sorcerer, watching for any signs that they are still alive. He winces slightly; at the very least, they don't have long left. For the first time since this brilliant idea crossed his mind, Yuuji has the feeling he really should not be there.

He goes forward. Just a tiny bit – a few days at most.

And the pressure of a curse's energy is back so suddenly that it feels like a punch to the gut. Yuuji stops dead in his tracks, not even noticing that he's currently standing in the middle of a burning field. Does… does that mean that what he saw…

He chews on his lower lip, then decides on a whim to back-track again.

For his own peace of mind, that was probably a mistake.

It's not like he can really feel Sukuna's pain, but there is something that slips through the link they involuntary share and it's making him nauseous. Or maybe it's just the sight in front of him. He has seen his fair share of blood and injuries since he entered the jujutsu world, but it's something else to know it was voluntarily inflicted by other human beings. Also, the angle of this leg definitely does not look right.

"Let them go."

Sukuna's words come out rasped, but it makes the torturers turn to him even though.

"I'm afraid we can't do that", one drawls in a sickly-sweet voice.

"What do you care so much about this white-haired freak anyway?"

Uraume? Yuuji wonders. So, they aren't dead yet?

"Please."

(He didn't think he would ever hear Sukuna begging.)

"Just a friendly advice…" the first man sneers. "You should be more worried about yourself."

His boot collides with Sukuna's ribs, making him double over.

When he coughs, blood spills past his lips, splashing on the hard ground. His blind eyes are blown wide, his face twisted in a mix of agony, fear, and rage. There are ropes binding his forearms together behind his back, looping once across his biceps and once over his shoulder blades and his torso. It's tied up over his head on a wooden pole, attached to a pulley to haul his body in the air. With the way the ropes are placed, all his weight would end up on his shoulders, eventually breaking them.

One man has his hand on the handle, waiting for another to give the signal. Which he does.

Yuuji clasps his hands over his ears just in time to block the screams.

A loud crash, followed by a ripple of cursed energy, makes him look up again. The pole is broken in half, shards of wood still fuming. Sukuna is kneeling on the ground, head cast downwards. On his right arm, the bone is sticking out of the flesh.

The black markings Yuuji knows all too well are starting to appear on his skin – mirroring his forearm tattoos, appearing under the ropes, around the broken bone, over the scar on his nose, following the trails of blood from his damaged eyes. Under them, another set has opened, just as red.

That's what makes Yuuji understand that Sukuna is dying – and turning into a curse.

He watches as another set of arms materialize out of thin air, freeing the other two from the seals binding his cursed energy. He can hear, muted in the background, the panic and confusion of the torturers. It doesn't last long – Sukuna utters a word, barely audible with his broken voice, and all that's left of the three men are neat, still twitching cubes of meat.

Honestly, for once, Yuuji can't really condemn the brutal killing.

"What. Are you. Doing."

Uh-oh. Caught red-handed – by the present-time version of the curse he's currently invading the memories of.

And damn, Sukuna sounds absolutely pissed.

Yuuji is unceremoniously expelled from his trip down someone's else memory lane. He has the time to open his eyes to the ceiling of his room before he feels himself falling backward, the now-familiar pull in his chest harsher than it needs to be.

He splashes in the red waters, but before he has the time to protest this treatment, or even to looks around for that matter, he gets his head slammed back down. He flails around, swallows a bit of water, tries to cough, but his face is maintained underwater, and he can't shake Sukuna off. Sharp nails are digging into his skin from where the curse maintains an iron grip around his neck, a knee firmly planted in the center of his back. Yuuji reaches blindly behind him, trying to get a hold of Sukuna's kimono to dislodge him.

This attempt is vain too; the hand that's not on his nape curls around his wrist and twists his arm until his shoulder cracks. Bubbles flow past his lips when Yuuji gasps. He continues to squirm and struggle, to no avail. Soon, his lungs are screaming for air, his muscles burning, but he's allowed no mercy.

Black spots red as his consciousness falters.

Sukuna lets him drown.

Then brings him back the second he wakes up in the real world, gasping for air.

Yuui's hand has instinctively raised to his neck and he massages it while glaring at the curse, who is back to towering over him on top of the skulls. His eyes are lost in the shadows.

"Was it really mandatory?" Yuuji groans.

Sukuna teleports right in front of him, blood-red eyes riveted into his own as if he wanted to burn a hole through his skull. The look on his face is enough to make his vessel back down on instinct.

"Next time you pull something like that," the curse hisses, "I'm going to rip you apart limb by limb. Consider this a promise."


For real, I wonder who is Uraume and what happened to them... I mean, they are as old as Sukuna because they recognize each other, but they are still human apparently? How? (And honestly, I think the splash of colour in their hair looks like a blood stain, so that's why they are here, ahem.)
And I don't know it was clear, but for me Sukuna as a curse is born of the fear of the people from Hida province and their hatred towards the main power / the emperor. (Actually that's more or less the myth version of his character, from what I could gather, and that explains the paradox of him being considered either a demon or a protector!) But over time, as Hida province was merged with the rest of Japan and all, he just turns out as a curse who hurts humans, because that's what curses do...
Also, music inspiration if you like metal: "You're going down", by Sick Puppies (this band name gives the tone lmao), and "The Vengeful One", by Disturbed (both fits just-turned-into-a-curse Sukuna)