Shadow's Embrace
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction based on the universe of "Jujutsu Kaisen," created by Gege Akutami. The original manga, anime, and characters belong to their respective owners and creators.
Notes: This story unfolds in the Jujutsu world, set in a slightly altered universe where Sukuna inhabits his own vessel distinct from Itadori Yuji's body, making him a separate entity.
Summary: Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, becomes captivated by you—a female sorcerer overflowing with cursed energy and untapped potential, though still untrained and reckless.
Seeing you as a crucial asset for his destructive schemes, Sukuna seizes you, intent on bending your abilities to his will by forcing you into a contract. However, as he attempts to break your spirit, Sukuna finds himself drawn to your strength and unwavering resolve.
Gradually, Sukuna's interest in you shifts from a strategic advantage to something deeper and more personal. Meanwhile, your initial resistance starts to fade as you see glimpses of Sukuna's complexities beyond his malevolence, and an unexpected connection starts to form.
INTRO
Sukuna had heard whispers in the shadows, rumors that stirred the depths of his domain—the existence of a powerful young sorcerer, a female with unrivaled potential, but little experience. It was said you had begun your studies at Jujutsu High, a place teeming with skilled Jujutsu sorcerers, just recently.
"She will be mine," Sukuna murmered to himself with a predatory glint in his crimson eyes. His plan was clear: to kidnap you, bind you in a contract that would force you to follow his every order. With your abilities at his disposal, he would Infiltrate the ranks of Jujutsu sorcerers, and wreak havoc. He would use you as a cover to facilitate his evil plans.
The King of Curses smirked, as he traversed the boundary between his domain and the mortal realm. Jujutsu High lay ahead, a beacon of light amidst the encroaching darkness.
With silent steps, Ryomen Sukuna ventured deeper into the heart of the school, his senses attuned to the faintest trace of your cursed energy. Tonight, he would find you. And when he did, nothing would stand in the way of his dark ambitions.
CHAPTER 1: That Unfortunate Night
After your first week at Jujutsu High, you lay sprawled across your dorm bed, exhaustion pulling at your every limb. Only a few months had passed since your cursed energy had suddenly manifested, expanding rapidly at an alarming pace.
Until then, your life had been tediously ordinary—a normal family, normal friends, and a sense of boredom that gnawed at your spirit. You couldn't shake the feeling that there had to be more to life than this. And as if your prayers had been heard, your life was suddenly thrown in a whole other direction.
Everything changed the day your best friend got caught up in an unfortunate incident, her life abruptly ending. Grief-stricken, you began sensing dark presences lurking in the shadows, just beyond your perception. At first, it was merely an eerie feeling, an aura of sorts, but soon, shadows and movements turned into tangible threats. You convinced yourself it was just the trauma of losing your friend playing tricks on your mind until the creatures became undeniable.
In moments of emotional turmoil, a strange power started surging within you, like an electric current. One fateful day, while walking down a crowded street, you bumped into a tall man with vibrant white hair and darkened round sunglasses, his compelling blue eyes hidden behind them. The jolt at his touch was unlike anything you'd felt before. He looked at you with an expression of amused curiosity, as if he knew exactly what had happened to cause the jolt.
This man, Gojo, began bombarding you with questions that were weirdly specific, as if he already knew your story—the strange sightings, the sensations coursing through your body, the surges that came with emotional turmoil.
Through him, you were introduced to the hidden world of curses and Jujutsu Sorcery. Despite your age of twenty-two, an anomaly among the typically younger students, Gojo ensured you were admitted to Jujutsu High, emphasizing how exceptional your acceptance was.
Now, as you lay in your dorm, the weight of this new reality pressed upon you. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your racing thoughts. The stark contrast between your own ignorance and the other students' extensive knowledge of curses gnawed at you. They wielded their cursed energy with a measure of control and confidence, while you struggled to grasp even the basics.
But you were determined. Resolute in your desire to control and tame the energy within you, you held onto the hope that one day, you could prevent others from suffering the same fate as your dear friend.
Unbeknownst to you, your own fate was about to be in jeopordy, as Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, was drawing closer.
You sighed deeply as you pulled the blanket up, hoping for a peaceful night's rest. However, just as you begin to drift off, a sense of unease prickles at your senses. Your eyelids flutter open, adrenaline flooding your veins.
A faint noise tickles your ears, barely audible yet unmistakably there. It seems to emanate from right outside your dorm room.
Your heart skips a beat as you sit up, eyes fixated on the door. The handle rattles with increasing urgency. You pray to yourself that someone has mistaken your room as their own, but when the lock gives away with a sudden, sharp pang. It dawns on you that this is no simple mistake.
The door creaks open slowly, letting in a ray of light from the dimly lit hallway beyond. A surge of overwhelming energy washes over you, suffocating and disorienting. It feels as if the very air around you thickens, making each breath a struggle.
Shadows seem to dance along the walls, and a chill runs down your spine. The room feels charged with a malevolent aura, unlike anything you've encountered before. Fear surged within you, yet alongside it, a resolute determination. With shaky breaths, you braced yourself.
A mysterious figure with a strong build walked in, his confident presence commanding the space. At first, it was hard to make out his features. But as the faint ray from the corridor landed upon him, you froze like a deer in headlights.
Though you weren't yet fully familiar with the world of curses and jujutsu, you had heard plenty about this man in your first week. Countless horrifying stories, drawings in books, and anecdotes filled your mind.
Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, stood before you, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. For a moment, you hoped to awaken from a bad dream, but every fiber in you knew this danger was all too real.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Sukuna murmured, his voice dripping with condescension as he regarded you. "A lost little lamb, far from the flock."
He stepped closer, the air thick with his oppressive cursed energy. It felt as if the very oxygen was being sapped from the room, leaving you gasping for breath.
"I've heard whispers of your potential," Sukuna continued, his gaze raking over you with a mixture of intrigue and disdain. "A rare gem, they say, amidst the sea of mediocrity that plagues this place."
He tilted his head, a cruel smile curling his lips. "Tell me, little sorcerer, do you have any idea of the power that courses through your veins?" His voice was a low, seductive purr, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.
Suddenly Sukuna's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around your throat with a vice-like grip. The pressure cut off your air supply, sending a jolt of panic through you. Your heart pounded as you wondered how Sukuna had managed to bypass all the security measures in the building.
"Do you feel it? The weight of my power pressing down on you?" he taunted, his voice laced with malicious delight. "This is but a fraction of what I can do."
You struggled to draw a breath, your hands clawing desperately at his iron grip, but it was futile. Sukuna's strength was beyond human strength.
His face inched closer, his hot breath caressing your cheek. "Perhaps, with the right… training, you could be of great use to me." The implication in his words sent a shiver of dread down your spine. "So, what will it be? Will you join me willingly, or do you want to have some fun first?"
Despite the fear consuming you, a spark of defiance flickered within. You had barely managed to control your cursed energy in the past week, but now, with adrenaline coursing through your veins, it felt almost natural to conjure it up. Desperation fueled your actions as you channeled the energy through your hands and shot a powerful blast at Sukuna.
His eyes widened momentarily as he felt the surge of your cursed energy manifesting. A faint smirk played on his lips, as if he had been anticipating this very reaction.
With lightning-fast reflexes, he released his grip on your throat, effortlessly deflecting your blast of cursed energy back at you with a casual wave of his hand. The blast sends you reeling backwards, colliding with the wall behind you.
"Impressive," Sukuna purred, his voice dripping with a sadistic pleasure as he stalked towards you. "But ultimately, futile."
He loomed over you, his towering presence casting an ominous shadow. "You dare to strike at the King of Curses, huh?" His lips curled into a cruel smile.
Sukuna's hand grasped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I admire your spirit, woman," he murmured, his touch surprisingly gentle, yet laced with an underlying threat. "But do not mistake my interest for weakness. You are nothing more than a pawn in my game."
Then his grip tightened, and you felt a flood of his cursed energy coursing through you, overwhelming your senses. "Now, submit to me."
With his hand still firmly on your chin, forcing you to look at him, you felt utterly disgusted by his display of power. You couldn't help yourself from glaring back in anger.
Surprised by your own unwavering defiance, you spat in his face. You knew you couldn't win, so the least you could do was oppose him until your last breath.
Sukuna's eyes narrowed dangerously as your saliva hit his face, a low, rumbling growl escaping his lips. The air crackled with his rising fury, the walls of the room trembling under the weight of his immense cursed energy.
"Insolent brat," he snarled, digging his nails into your jaw. "You dare to defy me?"
In a sudden, lightning-fast motion, Sukuna's free hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a vice-like grip. You felt your bones grinding together, the agony searing through your nerves.
"I offered you a chance to submit, to serve me willingly," he hissed, his face mere inches from yours, his hot breath caressing your skin. "But it seems you require a more… persuasive approach."
With a swift, brutal twist, Sukuna snapped your wrist, the sickening crack echoing through the room. You cried out in agony, tears springing to your eyes.
He leaned In closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You will learn to fear me, little sorcerer. And when you do, you will beg for my mercy."
Sukuna watched with twisted satisfaction as the pain flickered across your face, your cries of anguish music to his ears. He relished the power he held over you, the ability to break your spirit with a mere flick of his wrist.
As you struggled against his grip, Sukuna's lips curled into a malevolent smirk. "Pathetic," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "Is this the extent of your resolve?"
With a swift, brutal motion, he struck you hard on the side of your head, the impact sending you reeling into the darkness of unconsciousness. Your limp body crumpled to the floor, a final testament to his overwhelming strength.
The last thing you hear before slipping away completely is Sukuna's voice, low and menacing. "When you awaken, you will realize the futility of resistance."
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