Hi! This fic is a songfic inspired by Michel Polnareff's Le bal des Laze, please go and listen to it while reading!
The translation of the lyrics you'll find in the fic is my own, and I hope you will enjoy the fic!
Je serai pendu demain matin I will be hanged tomorrow morning
Ma vie n'était pas faite I was not made
Pour les châteaux For castle-life
Tout est arrivé ce soir de juin Everything happened on this evening in June
On donnait une fête A party was held
Dans le château In the castle
If one were to ask Sukuna if he regretted his action, the answer would undoubtedly be no. He did not regret it, nor did he wish to have done it any other way. He had acted on impulse, fuelled by months of pent-up anger, and now that he had gotten enough time to reflect on it, he was sure that he would have done pretty much the same thing in any other setting. In any other universe.
Sukuna did have but one regret, though, and it was to not be able to have more time with Megumi. It was too late now, anyway.
Somehow, Sukuna had always known that his time on earth would be short-lived. He was satisfied with the life he had led.
He had been able to get close to Megumi, to talk to him, to touch him. For a brief time, he had possessed Megumi, body and soul.
Sukuna knew what Megumi looked like when he came, the way his lips parted slightly, the way his eyelashes fluttered but his eyes never closed. In the dimness of his cell, Sukuna could almost hear Megumi's breathy call for his name upon orgasming, and feel the grip of his hands on his shoulders as he let himself go.
Sukuna knew everything about Megumi, from the way he thought to the way he moved. He was able to match their footsteps with his eyes closed and his ears covered, and he was able to read his face across a room just from the twitch of an eyebrow. No one knew Megumi like Sukuna did.
Sukuna had not ruined Megumi for others, he had shaped him into his ideal. Megumi was perfect, and Megumi was his. And he would be forever.
Dans le château de Laze In le château de Laze
Le plus grand bal de Londres The biggest ball in London
Lord et Lady de Laze Lord and Lady de Laze
Recevaient le grand monde Hosted the high society
Diamants, rubis, topazes Diamonds, rubies, topazes
Et blanches robes longues And long white dresses
Caché dans le jardin Hidden in the garden
Moi je serrais les poings I clenched my fists
Je regardais danser As I watched
Jane et son fiancé Jane and her fiancé dance
This evening in June was not unfamiliar to Sukuna, who was used to hearing the hubbub coming from the castle on ball nights. Unlike the other villagers, he usually did not try to get a look at the guests through the hedges. He was content enough to not be amongst those who were forced to work at the estate, he wasn't going to try to stick his nose in places he wasn't wanted.
He always thought about Megumi during those nights, though. Already knowing that the dark-haired man longed for him. Sukuna wondered if Megumi imagined it was him at his side, instead of some noble dickhead unable to ever catch Megumi's attention.
Megumi had told him, months ago, that his parents had decided to betroth him to a Baron his age, and that he had yet to meet him.
Sukuna had killed his first man that night, after having made love to Megumi in the shed they usually met in. It was some drunkard from the village down the road no one really paid attention to. He had chosen the wrong night to prod at Sukuna on his walk back from the bar.
His body was found laying on the side-walk, face barely recognisable, beaten to a pulp. Megumi had never addressed the murder, despite Sukuna knowing that he read the newspaper. Sukuna knew that Megumi knew it was him. The dark-haired man never said anything, though. He did not flinch around Sukuna, and his gaze never changed. Sukuna knew Megumi understood him.
Not a day had passed since without Sukuna thinking about Megumi's betrothal. Each passing hour feeding into his growing hatred for the unknown fiancé.
Sukuna had not expected to see him that night.
Je serai pendu demain au jour I will be hanged tomorrow at daybreak
Dommage pour la fille Too bad for the girl
De ce château In this castle
Car je crois qu'elle aimait bien l'amour For I think she liked when we made love
Que l'on faisait tranquille Alone, undisturbed
Loin du château Far from the castle
There was not a day where Sukuna did not long for Megumi. Not ever since he first laid eyes on him in the crowd on a market day. Both knee-high to a grass-hopper, Sukuna holding onto his grandfather's trouser leg, Megumi silently standing next to his father.
Green eyes meeting crimson, both children feeling dizzy as fate manifested itself, weaving their lives together for eternity.
Both had sneaked out countless times to meet, constantly looking for the other. They never met in public, though. Never spoke the other's name aloud in anyone else's presence but each other's out of fear that they would be pulled apart. No one knew why the Earl's son and the street vendor's grandson kept going missing, no one ever making the connection, as their worlds were never meant to collide.
It was perfect as it was, until it wasn't.
Dans le château de Laze In le château de Laze
Pour les vingt ans de Jane For Jane's 20th birthday
Lord et Lady de Laze Lord and Lady de Laze
Avaient reçu la Reine Had welcomed the Queen
Moi le fou que l'on toise I, the madman looked down upon
Moi je crevais de haine I was seething with hatred
Caché dans le jardin Hidden in the garden
Moi je serrais les poings I clenched my fists
Je regardais danser As I watched
Jane et son fiancé Jane and her fiance dance
Megumi had told him about a party to come, something to do with high ranking guests Sukuna could not be bothered to care about. Sukuna distinctly remembered that Megumi had not mentioned that said-party was actually meant to celebrate his 20th birthday. Megumi had not mentioned his fiance would be present either.
Maybe Megumi himself had not been informed of his presence, his parents thinking of it as a pleasant surprise to their son.
Sukuna usually never sneaked inside the castle during parties, the risk of getting caught and putting an end to it all too strong to try it. But for a reason he ignored himself, curiosity had gotten the best of him, and he'd found himself in the garden, watching Megumi dance with a man he'd never seen before.
Sukuna knew Megumi was forced to play the good and nice boy in front of his parents' guests, and he usually had –almost– no problem with it.
He instantly knew it was different, this time, though. Megumi's shoulders were so tense Sukuna was sure others could notice too. The man dancing with him was closer to him than what was usually required, and he sported a smile which made Sukuna's skin crawl.
It was the stranger himself who led them away from the crowd, unknowingly closer to Sukuna. He was polite, despite their proximity. Megumi's discomfort was clear as day.
And then the stranger's hand settled on Megumi's cheek, thumb grazing his cheekbones, and Sukuna saw red.
He jumped out of his hiding place, crossing the few metres separating him from Megumi in quick strides. He pulled the stranger by the shoulder, tearing him away from Megumi.
The man did not have the time to understand what was happening to him as Sukuna stabbed him in the chest several times, blood splattering everywhere, painting Sukuna and Megumi's faces in the same red.
The man fell to the ground as life ebbed from him, Sukuna and Megumi already not looking at him anymore, focused on each other instead.
Sukuna raised his hand to Megumi's face, just like the dead man had done seconds earlier. It eased Sukuna a little, to see the way Megumi's face slotted perfectly in his hand, as if they'd been created for the sole purpose of cradling his face, and nothing else. Sukuna believed so.
For the first time in his life, Sukuna paid no heed to his surroundings as he leant down to kiss Megumi, savouring the touch, quite suspecting it would be the last.
Megumi was beautiful. Even caught by surprise, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, he was gorgeous.
Sukuna was certain that any expression could suit Megumi. He wasn't surprised to see that horror looked just as pretty on his face.
He smiled when Megumi screamed his name, 'SUKUNA!' resonating loudly in the large garden as Megumi was being led away by guards, and Sukuna was tackled to the ground.
Je serai pendu demain matin I will be hanged tomorrow morning
Ça fera quatre lignes It will take up four lines
Dans les journaux In the newspapers
Je ne suis qu'un vulgaire assassin I am just a common murderer
Un vagabond indigne A vagrant, unworthy
De ce château Of this castle
Sukuna did not expect to be allowed visitors, especially not after having killed a Baron. Sukuna was fine with it, as there was no one to visit him anyway. His grandfather was long dead, and no one in the village dared go near him.
He should have expected Megumi to pull strings and squeeze an access right out of the jail's guards. He must have paid an obscene amount of money to get a visit. He didn't have any other choice, after all. Sukuna's execution was scheduled for the next morning.
Sukuna had refused the vicar's visit, claiming he didn't need one. Refusing to see anyone until his final hour. He kept his eyes closed, Megumi's face the last time he'd seen him burnt on his retinas, the scene replaying over and over in his mind.
He was ecstatic to be granted yet another moment with Megumi. He had accepted his fate quickly, his life sealed the moment he'd lurched at the baron. To be allowed to be in Megumi's presence one more time was nothing but an unhoped grace.
Megumi stepped as close to Sukuna as he could, their bodies separated by bars in the dimly lit cell. It was Megumi's turn to raise his hand to Sukuna's face, his thumb caressing his cheek gently.
The cuffs around Sukuna's wrists forbid him from reaching for Megumi's face back despite his urge to touch his lover. There was nothing he could do about it, and his helplessness drove him insane. But Sukuna refused to let anger reign over his last exchange with Megumi.
Instead, he relished in the touch, his eyes never leaving Megumi's, allowing the other man to probe his soul. 'I'll find you, wherever you go, I'll recognise you.' Megumi whispered.
For some reason, Sukuna nodded. He trusted Megumi. He knew they were meant to be together, anyway, and that they'd always find each other, no matter the place, and no matter the time.
They were both so sure of it none of them shed a tear when the guards finally came to fetch Megumi, eyes sharing unsaid words for the last time.
Dans le château de Laze In le château de Laze
Peut-être bien que Jane Perhaps Jane
A l'heure où l'on m'écrase At the time I am being crushed
Aura un peu de peine Will feel some sorrow
Mais ma dernière phrase But my last sentence
Sera pour qu'on me plaigne Will be for me to be pitied
Puisqu'on va lui donner Since she will be given
Un autre fiancé Another fiancé
Et que je n' pourrai pas And that I won't be able to
Supprimer celui-là Take out that one
Sukuna scanned the crowd from the scaffold. The villagers came in numbers to see his execution, and he wasn't surprised.
He couldn't find him, no matter how much he looked, he couldn't find him.
He wondered if Megumi had decided not to come, refusing to attend Sukuna's end. Sukuna hoped sorrow would consume him, a petty retaliation for the anger simmering inside him at the moment.
He didn't mind leaving this world if it meant meeting Megumi in the next one. But Sukuna couldn't quite fathom leaving Megumi in the hands of another man.
He'd been fine with the idea of his own death ever since his arrest two nights ago, but the closer he got to the execution, the angrier he got as he realised that he would leave Megumi alone, and would be unable to take his next fiancé's life.
Sukuna was pulled by the shoulders as the hangman put the rope around his neck, giving him a larger viewing point.
His eyes met green ones, and his shoulders dropped as tension drained out of him. Sukuna should have more faith in Megumi. His lover wasn't so helpless. He didn't need Sukuna's help to protect himself.
The hangman urged Sukuna to position himself properly, but Sukuna only had eyes for Megumi.
As the trapdoor opened under his feet, Sukuna caught a glimpse of a flash of metal in Megumi's direction, and wondered, in his final breath, if perhaps his lover would join him sooner that expected.
Hi! I hope you enjoyed it…. I've been obsessed with this song for years, loving the story in it and always wanting to write a fic about it, but never really finding a pairing fitting.
And then one day, the revelation: Who else but Sukuna in the place of a mad man killing his lover's fiancé, only worrying about his inability to kill the next one while in death's row…? This song was made for him.
I've been meaning to write SukuFushi fics for a long time, and, to be honest, I enjoyed writing this one so much that I'm considering turning this into a series following the reincarnation theme, maybe something centred around songs and tragic endings, but Megumi and Sukuna always finding each other…. I'll think about it.
Anyway, if you enjoyed this fic please let me know in the comments and through favs, it's quite motivating to see people's reactions! Bye!