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Working as a Jujutsu sorcerers meant being familiar with violence.
It meant seeing the worst of humanity manifest into existence from their hateful emotions.
It also meant fighting people from the public who might have developed cursed techniques and decided to use them for evil and self interest.
Nanami has fought his fair share of curse users.
He has had to kill his fair share of curse users too.
So he’s not unfamiliar with dead bodies, mutilated corpses, or blood spilled in profusion (Be it from enemies or allies).
But to this day he was not used to the sight of dead children.
The deaths Geto had left in his wake after the spirit manipulator had returned to Jujutsu tech to steal Rika had been bad.
Very bad!
But worse had been how the man had bulldozed into the school with reckless abandonment and taken the lives of young sorcerers not even yet finished their schooling.
Had Geto felt even a shred of guilt?
These people who had done nothing to him…?
Did they deserve to die and suffer for his own gains?
And what was most galling of all was how Gojo seemed to let him.
Sure the sorcerer had claimed that Geto had laid a trap for him...that he had created distraction after distraction in order to stall his return to save Yuuta, but Nanami had not bought the story. His boyfriend lied as often as he breathed and Kento had learned to take all that that man said with a grain of salt.
Even before the open declaration of war...why hadn’t Gojo tried to stop Geto?
Why had he let the man run free and dangerous?
The albino knew what his ex was capable of. He knew of the murdered civilians and the cult he led.
But he had done nothing.
And Nanami...bitter, disappointed and lying to himself had tried to look past his lover’s deficits.
Until he couldn’t…
It had happened by mistake.
It had been almost three months after Geto’s Demon Parade.
The school had been healing.
Nanami had gone up to Gojo’s apartment unannounced to check up on him after the other failed to answer his phone. When Nanami had used his key to let himself in he was greeted with the sight when of Geto Suguru sitting in the living room in nothing but a bathrobe.
Seeing the supposed dead sorcerer still alive and in his boyfriend’s apartment, Nanami could only stare in shock.
The man still looked almost the same with the exception of the scars on the left side of his body where Rika had torn into him.
Nanami had stood there motionless and appalled when Gojo walked in from the bedroom.
He too had been wearing nothing but a bathrobe.
For Nanami the world had come to a crashing halt.
His brain stopped working.
On seeing his boyfriend’s sudden presence, Gojo had frozen in the doorway with an unreadable expression.
After a moment of silence Gojo moved.
“Kento!” He smiled as though he hadn’t been caught cheating and harboring a murderer. “You’re her-”
“Why is he still alive?” Were Nanami’s first words.
Geto had already risen and left the room. They heard a door close down the hall signaling the man had retreated to a guest bedroom (Nanami didn’t know why when his clothes were probably strewn all over Gojo’s bedroom floor)
“He killed people.”
“He was not thinking straight.” Gojo said in a somber voice. “Geto needs help, Ken. Psychiatric help.”
“Tell that to the sorcerers and civilians who died because of him. He needs to be executed.”
But Gojo shook his head and took a step forward, but Nanami moved back. Surprised by this he stopped in his place.
Silence.
A sad look entered the taller male’s eyes.
“I can’t do that, Ken.”
“Then I’ll do it if you’re such a coward.” Kento spat in anger. “You can hold him down while I slit his throat.”
Gojo’s spine straightened. His eyes were alert.
“You wouldn’t do it either, Nanami.” He said in a cold voice. “What if it had Haibara who snapped one day and you had to execute him, would you do it?”
Nanami scoffed.
“Haibara would never harm innocents. Unlike him.”
“But what if he had?” Gojo insisted.
“He wouldn’t. He’s not that callous and heartless about people. So your argument is moot.”
Gojo sighed.
“He needs my help.”
“Does your help include your dick?” Nanami asked, his voice was ice and he took very small pleasure in seeing the Strongest flinch.
“He attacked a school, Satoru. He left your kids on the ground bleeding and maimed.”
“They survived.”
“What if they hadn’t?”
“But they did.”
Nanami couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“You can’t keep defending him. He made his motives clear when he declared war. And he meant it. He wanted to kill people. Including myself.”
Gojo’s head snapped back.
“He didn’t want to kill you, Kento. He has nothing against you.”
“It’s not a matter of singling me out or not. He sent out droves of curses to take out everyone in his way. I was among those the curses targeted.”
Then a notion struck Nanami.
“Had he killed me, would you have taken revenge?”
The taller man looked away.
“What kind of talk is that, Ken?” Gojo prevaricated. “You weren’t going to die.”
“You don’t know that.”
“You’re strong. I knew you’d be alright.”
“And you haven’t answered my question.” Nanami’s voice hitched. “If I had died that night because of him, would you have avenged me?”
Gojo turned his head to stare out the window.
The sun was a flaming red sphere and the dying light cast his face in a flaming aura.
Finally, he answered.
“I knew you’d survive.”
Nanami grabbed the back of the armchair near him. His head was spinning but he refused to sit.
The other’s answer was crystal clear.
Nanami felt his heart thump heavily in his chest at the revelation.
Gojo would not have acted against Geto if anything had happened to the blond.
Hell, the man might have only taken only a second to mourn before moving on back to his ex.
Nanami felt his heart shatter.
‘He didn’t even need me to die. He moved on to Geto while I’m still here.’
“Nanami?” Gojo whispered when he saw his boyfriend’s crushed face. He tried to reach for the blond to console him but Nanami stepped back and squared his shoulders. There was a detached look on his face as he spoke.
“You’re harboring a criminal and a murderer. You slept with him and showed criminal negligence towards myself and everyone around you by keeping him alive.” He recounted as he turned and began to make his way towards the front door. “I wont even ask you to choose between me and him…” Here Nanami’s voice almost failed him. “I can see all too clearly that you’ve already made your choice.” He turned the doorknob and stepped outside.
“Goodbye, Gojo.”
And with that the front door closed behind him.
Heartbroken and destroyed, Nanami did not remember the walk back to his own apartment.
He did not remember taking his shoes off, walking inside or placing his things away as it got dark.
He didn’t even remember if he had eaten something or called Haibara to let him know that he was fine before getting ready to go to bed. Not that he had much of an appetite after his life had come crashing down around him.
‘Three years.’ He thought. ‘Three years together only to realize he never loved me.’
Tears came to Nanami’s eye but he quickly controlled himself and finished getting ready for bed.
As he was about to lie down his phone pinged.
The man froze.
Could it be Gojo?
Opening the phone he read the message.
Satoru: please don’t tell anyone Geto’s still alive. He still has to stay hidden. The elders might put a bounty on his head again
Nanami stared at the message for a while before he felt rage consume him.
That?!!
That’s Gojo’s message to him?!!!
No ‘I’m sorry’, or No ‘Please forgive me, I didn’t mean it’.
No.
Instead it was about protecting the school shooter that he was fucking.
Nanami deleted Gojo’s message and then, for extra measure, blocked him.
He put his phone away and lay down under the covers.
The man stared up at the dark ceiling.
‘That’s it then.’ He thought. ‘It’s over.’
He felt his heart constrict with grief.
He had loved Satoru.
He really had.
But now it was all too clear that the man had only cared for Geto.
The tears threatened to come again and under the cover of darkness Kento allowed them to spill.
The next day Nanami woke up feeling broken.
Physically he was fine, but the heartbreak from yesterday left him aching as though he had exorcised six Special Grade curses back to back.
He got up, showered, ate and prepared to head to jujutsu tech and work.
On his way he dreaded meeting up with Gojo but was relieved when he saw neither hair nor hide of him all day.
“Oh, he took some leave. He said he wanted some personal time.” Ijichi said and stared at Nanami with a confused look. “I thought that you too would take some time off to be with him.”
Nanami felt his heart sink.
“No, I will take some personal time on a later date.”
He knew why the man did not want to come today.
‘To spend more time with Geto.’
The day passed in relative peace.
Nanami actually almost forgot about his broken heart between missions. Work gave him that desperately needed distraction.
But when the day ended and Ijichi dropped him back home Kento felt the heartbreak and grief return full force.
As he had been picking out clothes to shower, Kento’s sight fell on a well worn pair of trousers and white shirt.
Gojo’s things.
Ever since the two had started dating and spending their nights together they would leave personal effects at the other’s place for convenience.
Nanami pulled out the clothes and stared at them. He held them to his face and inhaled Satoru’s scent.
The smell of Satoru’s cologne was too much.
He felt like sobbing.
‘Maybe it’s my fault for falling in love with him?’ he thought. ‘And my own fault for thinking I would be anything but a placeholder for Geto.’
The depressing thought almost sent him over the edge.
Composing himself, he pulled the clothes out and began to collect anything that belonged to the sorcerer and placing it in a box.
It was best he send the effects back via mail.
He didn’t want to deliver it personally himself.
He didn’t want to risk seeing Satoru and Geto together again.
“I wish to ask for a transfer to Kyoto.”
Yaga stared at Nanami with a surprised face.
The idea to move to Kyoto and work from the Kyoto Tech school did not come up suddenly.
It had been a long deliberated decision after Kento found himself unable to tolerate Gojo’s presence.
At first it seemed that the man was avoiding Nanami. The blond recalled not seeing Gojo around the school for upwards of a month (and being relieved so). But then the sorcerer had returned and it had been unbearable.
Every time he would run across Gojo, the other would smile and want to hang around Nanami. The man would joke and talk as though nothing was amiss.
Kento would ignore him, never reply and opt to walk away, but that didn’t dissuade Gojo it seemed.
“Come on, Nanami. Let’s go out to eat.”
“There’s this new movie I want to watch.”
“A new bakery opened down the street. I know you’ll like their sandwiches.”
The fucking nerve!
Did Satoru really think that Nanami would want to spend any amount of time with him after he had caught him cheating?!
The man’s presence and inability to take accountability for his actions was too much.
Hence the transfer.
“This is very surprising, Nanami-san.” Yaga had responded.
He had said nothing.
Yaga looked at him closely from behind his dark lenses but could detect nothing.
“What about Gojo? Won’t long distance strain your relationship?”
Nanami resisted clenching his fist.
“We have been out of touch for a while now.”
Yaga stared at him. Even behind his glasses Nanami could see the man thinking.
Could he guess…?
Yes, Nanami decided he could.
After all, sensei had known Gojo and Geto the most.
Yaga sighed.
“Is there nothing I could say to convince you to stay?”
“None that I could see, Yaga-san.”
The man rubbed his forehead and reached for a transfer form.
“We will miss you, Nanami-san.” He said with obvious regret. “You are one of our top sorcerers. But I know the sister school would benefit from your skills.”
Kento watched the man stamp the form and hand it to him.
“Take care of yourself.”
Nanami bowed.
“Thank you, Yaga-sensei.”
Unknown Number: look at this duck! It looks like shoko! she even has black circles under her eyes!
Nanami stared at the attached photo and text before deleting them and blocking the number.
“Gojo again?” Utahime asked.
Nanami made a confirming sound as he put his phone away and went back to his paper.
He and the other sorcerer sat in the teacher’s room.
Ever since moving to Kyoto and blocking Gojo’s number he had been receiving messages from unknown sources. They were all Gojo’s. The man had opted to get new numbers to text him even after the Ratio sorcerer had blocked all communications with him.
It was bad.
But what made it worse was that at times Gojo would send him news about Geto.
Unknown Number: He’s getting better. He admits that he made a mistake and is sorry he went crazy and hurt people
Or
Unknown Number: you should give him a chance. Wouldn’t you want a chance if this happened to you?
Utahime scoffed.
“What a nuisance.” She said.
“Agreed.”
Nanami didn’t know why Satoru bothered. The man had made his choice. And that choice had been Geto.
“Hey, Nanami-san.” He looked up to see Utahime’s pensive face. “I know you hate teaching and, under any other circumstance I wouldn’t ask this from you, but I have this kid; Yuuji. He’s a first year and pretty strong. His technique is mostly hand to hand combat. And our instructors are good but not as strong as the kid. They can’t really keep up with his raw strength.” She said as she shifted in her seat. “I was wondering if you could train the kid every once in a while. You’re good at hand to hand and a first grade, so you have raw strength to spar with him.”
And that’s how Nanami found himself in the school gym wearing gym shorts and a black half sleeved compression shirt and tossing punches in a teen’s face.
The blond ducked a cross and threw an uppercut which the other dodged before kicking high. Nanami blocked it and swiped the boy’s other leg causing him to tilt over. Just as Yuuji was about to fall over he twisted mid air and tried to use his free leg – the one Nanami was not still holding – to kick him, but Nanami leaned back expertly avoiding it.
Yuuji used his hands to break his fall before flipping back into a standing position.
Nanami looked at the watch on the sparring room wall and called their session to a halt.
Yuuji dropped his stance and smiled.
“Wow! That was a fun spar, Nanamin!” He said enthusiastically.
“Don’t call me that.”
Itadori was pink haired, loud, cheery and strong as hell (Utahime had informed him that all the members of the Itadori clan possessed such extraordinary strength).
He reminded Nanami of Haibara whom he still talks to every day on the phone after work.
In fact he was exactly like Haibara which might be why he got along with him just fine and didn’t begrudge the workout spars.
As the two males packed up and bid each other goodbye Nanami felt his phone ping again.
Pulling it out he read the message.
Unknown Number: ignoring me is so rude Ken :C
Nanami deleted the text and blocked the number...again.
He sighed and continued making his way back to the dorm room assigned to sorcerers in Kyoto tech.
As he walked he felt himself feeling...good.
Lighter.
The text from Gojo hadn’t effected him in any way besides niggling annoyance.
‘I’m finally getting over Satoru.’ He thought.
It has been four months since Nanami had left Tokyo and since that time Gojo had not stopped sending him texts regularly despite Kento never responding and knowing full well that he would be blocked.
Every few days there would be a new message from a new number.
Unknown Number: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! :D
Unknown Number: merry christmas Nanami
Unknown Number: happy new year!
Unknown Number: Look! I got that bread from that bakery you like. Wish you’d been here to shareit with you
Unknown Number: a sweet treat! I know you’d lecture me on my sugar intake
Unknown Number: please talk to me, I miss you T-T
Unknown Number: killed an ugly curse, got blood on my clothes. It was disgusting!
And other texts like that.
He won’t lie to himself, Nanami still felt a wound in his heart where Gojo used to reside but now the messages did nothing to him.
He was healing.
Work, his new surroundings, and a fresh city to explore had done him a ton of good in getting over his heartbreak.
He didn’t spend nights agonizing over the failed relationship or the three years gone down the drain.
His dreams were not haunted by blue eyes and white hair.
He was moving forward.
He was healing well.
“Here’s to finally ending that wretched parasite!”
“Here here!”
The bar was packed.
“Nanami-san, come drink with us.”
Sorcerers crowded the bar as they drank in celebration.
And they had good reason to celebrate.
The parasite known as Kenjaku had finally been caught and executed.
The terror of the sorcery world whom had a bounty on his head for a thousand years had finally been exorcised by a combined effort from Okkotsu and Takaba.
The news had spread fast of Kenjaku’s death and Kyoto tech had wasted no time in heading out to celebrate.
Right now Nanami sat with Utahime and Kusakabe in a corner table and drank down glass after glass.
Wherever they looked people were cheering, laughing and drinking.
The bar was small. It was out of the way and dimly lit but it was located close enough to the school for the sorcerers to frequent, and just far away enough so as the students didn’t stumble over it by mistake.
And Nanami had somehow been convinced by Utahime to come and drink despite not being in the mood.
The reason?
Gojo’s latest text.
Unknown Number: Geto’s gone...he left me
Nanami had read the text with shock.
Then after a few minutes he scoffed.
The man didn’t know how to feel.
Relieved?
Spiteful?
Avenged?
No.
He didn’t feel any of those things.
He only felt...tired.
“Gojo again?” Utahime asked as she sensed Nanami’s dour mood.
He grunted.
The woman scoffed.
“Forget about him.” She said. “The best way to get over someone is to get under someone.”
Nanami had been glad he hadn’t been drinking just at that moment because he was sure he would have shocked on his sip.
“Nah, she’s right.” Kusakabe said as he lifted his own glass. “You need a rebound fuck.”
Kento glared at them.
“That’s crass and beneath me.”
Utahime giggled (she was already deep in her drinks).
“Well, it’s agreed; someone should be beneath you.”
Kusakabe chuckled and gestured for the waitress among the milling bodies for more drinks. Soon a new round replaced their empty ones. And again and again.
Kento wanted to stop and just go home but Utahime needled him on and on.
She had just finished a pitcher when she turned to the men.
“By the way do you know that my technique also works for drinks?” The teacher giggled. “I can amplify the power of alcohol by 200%. Watch!”
The woman rose up on unsteady legs, did a short twirl, then touched her and Nanami’s drinks.
Sitting back down she picked up her glass, took a sip, then passed out.
Kento and Kusakabe watched her before looking at the remaining glass.
“Maybe you shouldn’t.” Kusakabe said uneasily. “Wouldn’t want you dropping.”
Kento looked into his glass and thought...why the fuck not?
Throwing back his head he drank.
When Nanami woke up he became aware of two things.
First, he felt like his body had been ravaged, bitten, and slashed by a wild animal.
Second…he felt beyond satisfied as fuck.
Groaning lowly, the blond opened his eyes and saw a water logged ceiling synonymous with cheap hotels.
He was lying in bed naked and a warm body lay pressed next to him.
Nanami’s head throbbed as he ran his hand through his mussed up hair.
‘Did I leave the bar with someone?’
Turning his head his eyes fell on pink hair.
He froze.
He felt his heart skip a beat in horror.
Sitting up, the man felt instant relief when he got a better look at the sleeping person next to him.
‘Oh thank God!’
For a moment there he had thought that he had gone to bed with Itadori-kun.
But no, it was not one of Utahime’s students.
The person sleeping next to him was large. Larger and broader than Yuuji-kun. He was male, had pink hair, and tattoos covered his body. The face was angular and handsome and lay lax in sleep.
The man had his back to Kento but there was no mistaking those distinguishing markings.
Nanami had slept with Sukuna Ryomen.
He shifted and bit back on a groan.
‘I slept with Yuuji-kun’s uncle?’
Staring down at his body he found himself covered in...bite marks?
Deep bloody bite indentations...the ones that had sharp teeth in them. His chest was littered with them, along with deep purple blotches and scratches.
He looked less like he had gone home with someone and more like he had had an encounter with a savage animal.
His ass also hurt.
But he felt spectacular in a way that only a night of animalistic sex could satisfy him.
‘Well, Utahime was right.’ Nanami thought as he quietly got dressed and turned to leave. Sukuna still lay on the bed sleeping. ‘Getting under someone had helped.’
“Sukuna Ryomen!!??!!!”
“Please lower your voice.”
Utahime covered her mouth. Luckily the break room was empty this time of day.
“You slept with Sukuna?!” She whispered. “That guy is a psycho!”
“Which is why I left before he woke up.”
Her face still looked shocked.
“Do you know who Sukuna is? Why would you do that?”
Nanami knew all about who Sukuna Ryomen was. After all, the sorcerer was the only man in the world whose power equaled that of Gojo’s.
And that wasn’t just a hypothesized conjecture.
The two had fought once five years ago.
It had happened during a clan meeting. The Gojo clan and the Itadori clan had had a long lasting dispute about some issue or another and both Gojo and Sukuna had presided the meeting.
There had been heated debates, and an argument that had devolved into an outright fight.
What that had resulted in was a battle that took out half a mountain, burned down a forest, and left many injured in their wake.
Nanami recalled how according to Gojo no one had come out the victor: Gojo had been nearly bisected in half and bore a long lasting scar on his stomach, and Sukuna had lost one eye.
Since that battle the two clans had been hostile to one another and the elders made sure never to have either sorcerer present at the same time.
“I was drunk, Utahime. And may I remind you who is responsible?” He glared at her.
She raised her hands.
“Hey, it was a good time. And you said that you had fun.” She said.
He sighed.
“I did.”
The teacher smiled and lowered her hands.
“Plus I don’t think Sukuna remembers, right?”
“I left before he woke up.” He replied. “And I am certain it was dark. He may not remember.”
The other smiled.
“Well, you’re safe then!”
A thoughtful look appearedon Nanami’s face, but before he could say anything his phone pinged.
Unknown Number: hey, I’ll be in kyoto next week. Meet up?
“So then Todo switched Noritoshi and his arrow’s places with Boogey Woogey and that’s how he ended up skipping across the lake and splashing in the middle of it.”
Sukuna grunted and kept walking, not bothering to pay attention to the brat.
Yuuji was not discouraged and kept pace with his uncle as he regaled him with the misadventures of the Kyoto school students.
“You should have seen Noritoshi’s face. He was so pissed he tried coming after Todo.”
Sukuna rolled his eye.
“Do you ever shut up?” He asked exasperatedly.
Yuuji grinned.
“Nope!”
And he kept talking and following his irate uncle’s large figure.
When Sukuna reached his quarters he tried to slam the door behind him. Yuuji, quick on his feet, slipped inside and ducked the angry man’s claw with a laugh.
Throwing himself on top of the bed, the teen giggled and continued talking about his day.
Sukuna tuned the brat out and sat at his desk and poured himself some sake; Yuuji’s voice was white noise in the background.
‘From the way the brat yaps about his classmates you’d think the school was worth a shit.’
Sukuna was not impressed with Kyoto Tech. From his perspective the staff, teachers, sorcerers and students were a bunch of weaklings.
But then again he was Ryomen Sukuna.
Everyone was weak compared to him.
“And then Mai started shooting, and we started ducking…” Yuuji was still talking. He was laying on the large bed on his stomach kicking his legs like this was some sort of girls’ gossip session.
Sukuna really needed to put the fear of god into that boy. The brat has been disrespecting Sukuna since he was born.
“And Miwa was taking pictures to post on her page…”
Sukuna huffed in displeasure and sat back in his seat.
Once again he sent his mind back and tried to conjure the images from that night, but no matter how hard he tried they came up blurry and dim.
He remembered amber eyes, wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and blood that tasted like fine wine.
Try as hard as he could Sukuna could not remember who he had went to bed with on the night of the bar.
All he remembered is enjoying the sex thoroughly and sinking his teeth into the most luscious flesh he had ever tasted.
As far as one night stands went that had been spectacular.
And he would not have minded an encore but on waking up he had found himself alone in bed with hazy memories of a regal face and the scent of expensive cologne on the sheets.
Hmmm….
The cologne had been masculine and expensive...not cheap like the pharmacy stuff that stank of chemicals.
It was the choice of someone with good taste.
When night fell the sorcerer kicked his nephew out and prepared to go to sleep.
Thoughts of amber eyes and heady blood roamed in his mind.
In retrospect Nanami should known this was going to eventually happen.
The mission had said that there a possible Special Grade curse lurking in an abandoned warehouse. And he had went in ready and alert...only to find out that in fact TWO Special Grade Curses lurked here.
Shit!
The blond limped through the backrooms of the dark warehouse with his hand pressed against his side. Blood dripped profusely from where the curses had slashed him. He could hear them laughing at him as they stalked his scent.
He bit down on the pained moan that threatened to slip out as broken bones rubbed against broken bones.
Even if he hadn’t been injured he was in no way capable of handling two special grade curses at once.
If he stayed here he would die.
But running was impossible in his condition.
The only solution was to hide until reinforcements came.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, he reached for the emergency switch which all sorcerers carried on them and pressed it.
The beacon would send an SOS to the nearest sorcerer available and hopefully someone with either brains or power came.
But if they were late…
Sukuna grunted as the emergency beacon started whining.
He growled.
‘A weak sorcerer probably bit more than they could chew and needed someone to save their pathetic asses.’
Out on their own mission, Sukuna had been ready to turn off the beacon but Yuuji caught him.
“You’re not going to ignore that, are you?”
“It’s none of our concern.” He replied.
The brat frowned. And Sukuna remembered that Yuuji was a bleeding heart...and a nagger.
The last time Sukuna had ignored a beacon the sorcerer who had sent it had almost died, and when the brat had found out that Sukuna had happened to have been the closest in proximity and had intentionally ignored it, he had read him to rights.
The tall sorcerer had had no peace from the little ankle biter for a month.
“Wait! Is that Nanamin?!!!” Yuuji exclaimed, eyes wide as he took Sukuna’s beacon from him.
Indeed the name read:
Sorcerer: Nanami Kento was blaring in red on the screen.
Yuuji looked up in alarm.
“We’re going!”
Sukuna growled again and was about to shoot him down but then caught the determined look on the teen’s face. Yuuji would not be swayed from this.
And if he let his nephew go it alone and was hurt his brother would never let him hear the end of it.
The Itadori clan leader sighed.
‘Why did Jin insist on fucking procreating?’
Nanami slid against the wall and coughed up blood.
This was it, there was no place to run or hide.
The curses laughed. He could hear them clearly. They were just around the corner. The sound of scurrying was distinct as they got closer.
Nanami’s mouth filled with blood. He could no longer keep quiet.
He spat out the red fluids and heard the curses stop for a moment.
Then…
A laugh.
He closed his eyes.
‘This is it.’
But before the final blow could come he heard what sounded like something wet and heavy hitting the ground.
It sort of sounded like meat.
Then one of the curses screamed in pain.
Sukuna sniffed at the two creatures.
‘Perhaps the sorcerer in peril had not been exaggerating the danger.’
He had to admit, two special grades at the same time was no joke. No wonder the beacon had been activated.
Sukuna released a cleave and watched as the curses screamed in agony.
The ugly things turned and tried to attack but a couple of dismantles left them bereft of their legs. But even then they kept trying to attack, and their speed was impressive.
A barrage of cleaves and finally the curses wee exorcised.
The tall male stood over the smoking remains while Yuuji ran to check on the sorcerer to see if he was alright.
“Nanamin!”
A moment of silence.
Then hesitatingly.
“Itadori-kun?”
‘He’d better still be alive after all the trouble we went through.’
Sukuna moved around the wall to see his nephew helping hold up someone. He had an arm around their waist to steady them.
“It’ll be alright, Nanamin.” The boy said. “We’ll get you to the infirmary.”
Blond, sharp cheekbones and a strong jaw…
Broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
Sukuna stared at the injured sorcerer with curiosity.
When the two had drawn close, the smell of blood and cologne hit him.
Sukuna’s breath hitched.
Nanami had been in pain.
He had been so concentrating on walking and not stumbling that he was surprised when Sukuna suddenly grabbed him by both arms.
Startled, the blond looked up into hungry red eyes.
“It’s you!”
The sorcerer’s head turned with blood loss.
And before he could reply a nearby wall came crashing down.
The three males turned.
Where there used to be a wall now there was a large blown out hole.
And standing in the new aperture was Gojo Satoru’s tall figure.
“Kento!” Gojo called. “I got the distress beacon and I came.”
Nanami groaned.
This was too much all at once. So for a lack of a better alternative, he blacked out.
When he next came to, Nanami found himself laying on top of Kyoto Tech’s infirmary bed.
And next to him sat Itadori-kun.
The boy smiled when he saw Nanami wake up, lines of concern gone from his face.
“Nanamin!”
“Yuuji-kun…”
It was coming back to him…
The curses, his injuries, and…
The door swung open and in came Gojo and slowly behind him was Sukuna.
“Kento!” Gojo exclaimed happily. “You’re awake. I’m so glad you’re alright.”
But before Nanami could say anything Gojo suddenly leapt forward and grabbed Nanami’s shirt. Pulling the collar away revealed a large bite mark with sharp teeth.
Gojo stared in shocked silence until he heard Sukuna chuckle.
“So it was you.” He said. “Glad to see my handiwork persist.”
He purred as he stared at the mark on Kento’s flesh. “You were….delicious.”
Satoru released Nanami and stood back.
“I can’t believe this.” He said unhappily as he stared at his ex-lover. “Really, Nanami?!!! You slept with Sukuna just so to get back at me?!!!”
Nanami at first was silent from shock, but anger quickly replaced it.
He felt his blood boil.
The fucking audacity!
To accuse Nanami like this when the man himself slept with Geto and then only stopped when the spirit manipulator left him...again!
“First of all, Gojo-san, it is none of your concern who I sleep with as you’ve already made your choice. Second, this had nothing to do with you.”
Sukuna was smiling viciously.
“Oh, has the corrupt wretch of a monk come back?” He noted, his intelligence sharp. “And you went crawling back, didn’t you, Six Eyes?”
Satoru turned and glared.
“Fuck off, Sukuna.”
Yuuji stared at the adults in complete confusion.
“Um, what’s going on?”
Sukuna’s smirk turned razor sharp.
“Six Eyes is jealous that I slept with his ex.”
Yuuji’s eyes widened in shock.
“You slept with Nanamin?!!!” He turned to the blond. “Nanamin! No! You can do so much better. Sukuna is an asshole!”
Sukuna growled.
“Mind your own business, brat.” He said. “As should Six Eyes.”
Gojo stood to his full height and stared down Sukuna.
“Nanami is mine.”
Sukuna’s red eyes glowed.
“I laid claim to him.” He said in a terrifying voice. “He bares my marks.”
The temperature in the room turned cold, the air seemed ready to explode with violence.
“Stop.”
The two men looked away.
Nanami was trying to get out of bed with Yuuji’s help.
“Nanam-”
“Shut up, Gojo.” Kento spat. “You have no right. You made you choice and that choice was not me. So leave.”
Gojo glared.
“But Sukuna is better?” He asked. “Do you have any idea who he is?”
“Is he worse than Geto?” Nanami shot back. “As far as I know he hasn’t tried to kill any of your students.”
“Yet.” Sukuna added with a shark’s grin.
“Sukuna!” Yuuji berated.
Gojo glared.
Nanami glared back.
“Leave.”
After a minute of tense silence Gojo finally broke the standoff.
“I’m not yet finished, Kento.” He said as he shoved his hands down his pockets. “We’re not finished yet.” Before teleporting away.
With Gojo gone, Nanami felt he could finally breathe.
Now he turned to Sukuna.
“Sukuna-san, I would like to apologize for the trouble I caused you and Yuuji-kun. I thank you for saving my life.”
The taller sorcerer smirked and approached.
“Apology accepted.” He said. “Though, there is one way you can show your gratitude.” He purred as he leaned in close.
“Oh my god! Uncle Sukuna, no!”
THE END