Mahito whistles to himself as he makes his way around the many twists and turns of this old building. It looks as though once upon a time it was full of people, but now it's a nest of spiderwebs and dust. Surprisingly, no curses seem to be in the area. The place should be festering with them.
"Your tune is off-key," Naraku grumbles from his makeshift throne of bones and wood. An interesting combination. Personally, Mahito would just turn a human into a chair instead of going through the effort to construct one. The scent of metallic, a scent that he knows all too well, wraps around him in what the humans call a lover's embrace. It looks as though Naraku has at least been keeping himself entertained.
"What's with the sour face? Today's the day." He tosses the bag of food that he stole and leans against the wall with the least amount of dust. "I can't stay too long, or Geto might get suspicious. You know he's the jealous type." Geto really isn't the type. In fact, he could care less what Mahito gets up to as long as it does not jeopardize the plan. Maybe it is the human nature in him, the ugly side that wants to see two people fighting for his loyalty.
Naraku snorts and munches on the onigiri. "The half-breeds are under the station." Red eyes, the color of the blood spilling from the human rug, glitter with an emotion that puts Mahito on edge. Dealing with Naraku is tricky. He isn't as forward as Jogo, nor does he try to placate you with sweet words like Geto. He's just... an enigma. And for whatever reason, something deep within him wants to be near the spider demon. Recognition? No, why would he need to be recognized by anyone? Nevertheless, he makes these trips, bringing Naraku food that he could easily procure himself in the hopes of something. He gnaws on his cheek. Addiction? He's done his best not to take on too much of Naraku's demonic energy. Though he has snuck some of the drugs, Jogo smokes here and there.
"Oh? You won't be joining us? I was looking forward to seeing you go all out. I could change you into a full demon, too." His fingers twitch at the thought of peering into Naraku's soul. What sort of bastardly things would he find?
"Run along to your master," Naraku says, his voice low. The threat hangs between them as fragile as the spider webs in the corner. With one more jab, one more poke, he's sure that the thread will break and he'll be left to fend for himself. Not that the fight scares him, but there's no fear in the way Naraku's eyes sweep over his form as though he is nothing but a speck of dust in the grand scheme of things. Geto isn't his master, though Naraku insists he is.
He is a special grade – a disaster curse. He has and serves no master.
"Fine. Miss out on the fun." Mahito gives a half-hearted wave as he navigates his way back to the entrance. He stops at the sight of Jogo outside the building. Perhaps he wasn't as sneaky as he thought he was if Jogo could get the jump on him. Now, Hanami blends in like air, or should he say like the nature around them?
"Come on before Geto gets back," Jogo grunts out.
"Aw, did ya miss me?" he coos, patting Jogo's head.
"You should know better than to play with fire," Jogo replies, blowing a puff of stream on his hand. Mahito pulls his hand back and frowns at the burn.
Rude. The burn stings just a bit before healing just as quickly as the pain set in.
"Naraku is only focused on that Kagome." If it were up to him, then he would go after Kagome too, if only to fuck with Gojo Satoru. He may not be a match for the sorcerer physically, but the pain he could cause him emotionally is almost too much to give up. Not to mention, she burned him the last time they crossed paths. She needs to be extinguished. Snuff her out like the pesky bug that she is.
"And Geto wanted him out of the way for a reason. Going after Kagome means going after Gojo," Jogo replies, walking along the unused sidewalks. Grass, weeds, and flowers play peek-a-boo in the cracks. He once saw a mother play that game with her child before he decided to use them as a new soccer ball. Turns out, Jogo wasn't too fond of being kicked around.
"Shouldn't we go after her, too?"
Jogo stops and tilts his head. "After. Once Gojo is locked away, there isn't anything we won't be able to do."
Mahito perks up. A wide smile breaks across his face. "You're going to help me?" Giddiness blossoms in his chest at how he'll rip her limb from limb. Maybe he'll kill her in front of Yuji or offer her up to Sukuna. So many different ways to kill a human.
"Who else would burn her arms off for you?"
Mahito bends and picks Jogo up like a child, pressing their cheeks together. This is going to be so much fun.
Weeping echoes along the corridor, though the sound of people above and the trains drowns out the pitiful sounds. Mahito hums as he digs his hands deep down into the half-demon's soul. It doesn't really matter to him that these demons are weak. Naraku must have felt it was best that way. Easy to manipulate, he muses.
"Still planning on using them?" Geto asks, coming from around the corner. His presence puts Mahito on edge, though it shouldn't. Geto is for the all-intents purposes as much of a friend as he'll experience.
"Why let some perfectly good bodies go to waste?" He grins as the half - now full demon snarls and thrashes against the chains. The wall shakes and he thinks, perhaps it would be best to get to work on the others. He would hate to meet his end before the fun begins. "Almost ready with preparations?" Mahito closes his eyes in bliss as the scream is ripped from the demon's throat. This one has small wings on her back like a bat. Maybe he should try giving one of the humans some wings just to see if they could actually use them.
"The party will start soon." Geto appraises the snarling demon with the dull red hair but sharp claws with interest. "Did you corrupt their minds, too?"
"Didn't have to. Their souls can't take the change, so they go crazy." At least that's how Naraku explained it to him. Blood lust.
Stop thinking about him, he chastises himself. Naraku made it perfectly clear that he wouldn't be showing up. Not that he blames the guy. Geto did set a trap for him.
"Think that priestess will show up?" He asks, changing the subject. He really hopes that she does so he can torture her in front of Gojo while he's being locked away.
"No." Geto moves away from the demon and stares off into the distance, going further into himself, where Mahito can't hope to reach him. It's the way he guards himself that puts Mahito on edge. The closer they've gotten to today, the more withdrawn Geto has become. Often staring out and not snapping out of it until someone has shouted his name many times.
Can they still count on him to see the plan through?
There's a sudden burst of screams, followed by a loud explosion. The floor beneath them rocks and in the confusion, the red-haired demon gets loose. Mahito sighs, as the demon makes a getaway before he could release all of them in a flashier manner.
"That would be our cue," Geto says, with a small, serene smile on his face. Geto turns, looks over his shoulder, and narrows his eyes. Mahito chills at the look. Geto has never looked at him like that before. "Try not to spend too much more energy on them," Geto says after a moment and flashes a smile before leaving.
The crushing of where his heart would be goes slack and Mahito takes in breaths that he didn't know he needed. The human side of him, he thinks. Humans suck in large amounts of oxygen when they are scared. He rolls his shoulders back and shakes off the fear. That glare wasn't for him, but for the demons that are admittedly taking more out of him than he thought they would.
He lets them all go and takes a moment to collect himself. Truth be told, he hasn't been the same since that damn woman hit him with her purification, or whatever the hell it is called. Mahito strains his ears. Ah, he can hear the whimpers and unanswered prayers from here. As a curse, he's never been the praying type, but today is a special day, so decides why not?
"Please let that wretched Kagome show up today so I can pluck her eyeballs from her skull. Rip her limbs apart as Gojo watches helplessly. And, oh let me take that power for myself. The destruction that I could cause with that power." He claps his hands together.
It's showtime.
A/N: Thank you all for your support! Hope you are doing well and staying safe and healthy. *Ahem* JJK 0 is out on Crunchyroll if you haven't seen the movie yet.