Kapitel 1: Chapter 1: Mochi
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Chapter 1
The curse's grasp tightened around Yuji, its grip like a vice that threatened to crush him into nothingness. His muscles screamed in protest as he strained against its hold, his entire being focused on one desperate goal: survival. But it was a losing battle, and he could feel the curse slowly engulfing him.
The pain was overwhelming, every inch of his body burning with an intensity that made him want to scream. At this moment, Yuji Itadori accepted his imminent death, knowing there was nothing more he could do to stop it. He would become just another victim of the curse's insatiable hunger.
Yuji Itadori was about to die, unable to do anything but accept his fate.
FROOSHH!!!
Well, besides swallowing a pruned-up curse finger…
…Gross.
The cursed spirit, filled with malice and intent to kill Yuji Itadori, was swiftly vanquished in a single, powerful swing. The force of the blow ripped through its body, tearing apart its guts and flesh in agonizing pain.
Megumi, a skilled jujutsu sorcerer tasked with retrieving the rare and dangerous curse-grade object, could only watch on in shock and horror as it happened. It was a one-in-a-million chance for someone to survive an encounter with such a powerful spirit, but the worst-case scenario had occurred - their body was taken over by the cursed object.
At that moment, all Megumi could feel was a sense of dread and unease at the unpredictable nature of curses and their effects on humans.
As Yuji's body trembled with a surge of power, dark tattoos began to coil and writhe across his skin like living vines. The pale complexion of a dying man was now consumed by an ominous darkness, transforming him into something otherworldly. His once warm and gentle eyes were now replaced with pools of inky blackness, mirroring the monstrous strength that pulsed through his veins.
Sukuna, the king of curses, was now in control of Yuji's body.
Sukuna seemed to scrutinize every inch of Yuji's body, flexing the muscles and moving each joint with a sense of curiosity and wonder. He extended his fingers, examining the lines of ink that swirled around them, lingering on the residue of pain left by the curse that had attempted to claim Yuji's life moments before.
Megumi watched in tense silence as the king of curses examined the body he had taken over. Unable to do anything but watch due to his injured body and the overwhelming fear.
But as he began to understand the full extent of his new form, a smile appeared on his face. His eyes scanned the area, landing on Megumi who was still frozen in place. The king of curses strolled towards him with a newfound swagger, his powerful aura radiating around him like an oppressive fog.
Megumi's heart pounded against his ribcage like a trapped bird desperate for escape. He had faced dangerous curses before, but nothing compared to this legendary entity before him.
In his entire career as a jujutsu sorcerer, Megumi had never felt such a crippling terror. His every instinct screamed at him to flee, but his body was still reeling from the ball of fear and anxiety that had lodged itself in his throat. His hands shook, and his knees felt weak as he watched Sukuna, in Yuji's body, approach him.
The king of curses stopped abruptly just a few feet from Megumi and leaned his head down, giving him an appraising look before letting out an amused smile. "Yo! You mind telling me where the best sushi place is? Because I am staaarrrrvvvvingggg~!"
The abrupt levity in Sukuna's voice caught Megumi off guard. He blinked and swallowed hard, wondering if this was some twisted form of psychological trickery. Megumi had studied the lore and legends about him, but none had mentioned Sukuna's predilection for sushi.
Sukuna cocked Yuji's head to the side, awaiting his response. The stark contrast between his happy-go-lucky tone and the chilling aura that still radiated around him was unnerving. He watched as Megumi stammered for a moment, thrown by the unexpected question.
"I- I don't... I'm not… what?" Megumi finally managed; his voice filled with confusion at the unexpected situation.
Sukuna only chuckled in response, the sound reverberating through the air like a loud war drum. "Not sure; huh? Well, that's too bad! I was hoping to enjoy some good sushi!"
His lips curved into a smirk as he shrugged his broad shoulders, taking a step back from the bewildered Megumi. His dark eyes lifted to the starlit sky; the glittering constellations reflected in their depths. A sense of wild freedom welled up within him, pulsing through his veins like a heady drug.
But as he gazed at the sprawling cityscape before them, his momentary mirth gave way to contemplation. The twinkling lights and low hum of civilization seemed to beckon Sukuna closer, tempting him with all the possibilities and dangers that lay within. He couldn't resist the promise of chaos and excitement that lurked within those distant streets.
"Perhaps I'll just have to find out for myself," he mused aloud, his tone laced with delight. He flexed Yuji's fingers one more time, the shadows cast by the swirling tattoos dancing over his skin. " I've never been to Japan before. "
However, before he could even take a single step toward the direction of the city, his right hand moved on its own outside of his control and grabbed his face. The owner of the body that he had taken over was fighting back for control.
"Oi, give back my body," Yuji said plainly, slowly regaining control of his body from the king of curses. He struggled, his grip tightening around his face as he battled Sukuna's influence.
"Oh, come on! I've been sealed inside that finger for over a thousand years! I just want to eat good sushi and enjoy myself!" Sukuna complained with a pout, even as Yuji's grip on his face tightened.
"I don't care! Give me back my body!"
"Just a couple of minutes! Don't be stingy!"
"I said no!"
They stood there locked in this unusual struggle, a wrestling match for control of a body that was both Yuji's and Sukuna's.
Megumi watched, wide-eyed and baffled, as the two argued over the control of the body. The sight was surreal and oddly comical in the midst of such a dire situation. He remained silent, unsure of how to intervene or even if he should.
In the end, Yuji regained control, wrenching his body away from Sukuna's influence. His body slumped slightly, exhaustion seeping into his bones from the strain of his ordeal. His skin lightened, the inky tattoos receding back to a pale white on his skin. He looked up to meet Megumi's gaze, his eyes soft and apologetic.
"I'm sorry about that," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
Megumi blinked in surprise as he watched Yuji regain control, the dark tattoos disappearing completely from his skin. For a moment, everything remained utterly quiet, the only sound being both of their breaths echoing in the silent night.
The silence hung heavy, like a thick blanket, as Megumi tried to comprehend the surreal exchange he had just witnessed. He had been on hair-trigger alert, ready to throw himself into mortal combat with one of the most formidable curses in history. Yet he had ended up witnessing a bizarre argument about sushi between the two cohabitants of Itadori's body.
"Itadori... you regained control?" Megumi asked, unsure if it really was Yuji or if it was the king of curses acting like it was.
"Yeah, I did," Yuji confirmed with a sigh of relief, sagging visibly. "But that was... odd."
He ran a hand through his hair, glancing away.
With narrowed eyes, Megumi studied Yuji with intense scrutiny. His gaze lingered on his face for a long moment before he finally released a breath that he hadn't even realized he was holding. The tension in the room seemed to dissipate slightly, but Yuji couldn't shake off the unease that still lingered within him. As long as Sukuna wasn't in control, they were safe for now.
Megumi let out a low groan as he rubbed his temples, trying to soothe the throbbing headache that pulsed behind his eyes. The last few minutes had been filled with fear and anxiety, leaving him feeling drained and battered.
"Odd is an understatement," he muttered in response to Yuji's statement, his voice sounding weak and strained.
"We should take you to the hospital," Yuji suggested, concern etched on his face. "You look really beaten up."
The two stood there in awkward silence for a moment, the eerie quiet of the city streets echoing around them. The chaotic events of the evening had left the air heavy with an odd tension, a sense of unease that wasn't easily dissipated.
"If you're just going to stand there, do you mind going to a good sushi restaurant?" Sukuna's voice cut into the silence, his deep voice breaking through the bizarre casualness of the situation. His voice was clear, originating from within Yuji but definitely did not belong to him.
Yuji's eyes widened in shock at the sight of a second mouth that formed on the side of his face, an unexpected and bizarre sight.
"Enough with the sushi already!" Yuji protested, wincing slightly as if battling a persistent headache. Megumi flinched at the sound of Sukuna's voice, suddenly aware of the constant looming danger they were in.
"I'm not asking for much here! I just want some sushi, is that too much to ask?" Sukuna grumbled; his petulance reminiscent of a spoiled child denying his favorite toy. It was an absurd situation - to be bargaining with an ancient curse, especially one known for its malevolent power and cruelty.
As the grotesque mouth moved, Yuji tried to cover it with his hand, only for it to lick him.
"What the hell? You licked me?!" He complained, pulling away his hand to inspect the hand that was licked.
"Quit your whining, it's just a little bit of saliva! No big deal." Sukuna retorted; his voice full of amusement. "You humans are so delicate, aren't you?"
"Delicate? You just fricking licked me!" Yuji protested, rubbing his hand on his pants in disbelief. It was a strange sight, a man arguing with himself under the moonlight during the night.
Megumi, who had been silently watching the absurd spectacle unfold, could only heave a sigh of irritation. What was supposed to be a serious and possibly life-threatening situation had somehow devolved into an argument about sushi and licking between the king of curses and high school student.
As the jujutsu sorcerer watched the two argue back and forth, the black-haired teen never noticed the figure dressed in all black appearing beside him.
"Yo Megumi, what's the situation?" A voice suddenly asked, making the boy flinch back at the unexpected presence of the person next to him.
"Gojo sensei!?" Megumi shouted out in surprise, not expecting him to be there. "What are you doing here?!"
The man was decked out in the usual jujutsu sorcerer attire that was all black and baggy. What stood out however was the black blindfold that was on his face that pushed up his white hair into spikes. He looked oddly similar to a certain ninja in a certain anime.
Gojo, instead of answering Megumi, pulled out a phone from his pocket and began taking pictures of Megumi's down body. The flashing light that came from the phone as it took pictures was blinding.
"The second years will get a kick out of this! Ahaha!" Gojo said, smiling as he rapidly took pictures of his down student. Megumi's expression darkened with frustration as he glared at his sensei, his eyes conveying his complete lack of amusement. "I wasn't going to, but the higher-ups wanted me to come since a special grade item went missing."
The teen stared at the man, completely done with him as he noticed a bag belonging to a popular dessert shop. He put two and two together and realized Gojo took his time getting here.
Frustrated with the lack of seriousness in his sensei, Megumi reached out and snatched the phone from his hand, ending the outrageous photo session.
"Enough with the games, Gojo sensei," he gritted out through clenched teeth, glaring at his mentor. "We're dealing with a situation here."
"Oh right! Did you manage to find it?" He asked, seeming to finally understand the seriousness of the situation, but his breezy demeanor remained unscathed, much to Megumi's irritation.
Yuji, who was busy arguing with the king of curses, overheard the conversation and raised his hand while the other hand was pressed against his cheek. The sound of muffled yelling could be heard coming from his hand, and Yuji doing his best to ignore it.
"I uh ate it?" The pink-haired teen said hesitantly, hoping it wasn't as bad as it sounded. His eyes flew to Megumi for a moment, before focusing back on Gojo, his hand still pressed against his cheek.
Gojo's face turned to Yuji, amusement quickly morphing to surprise.
"You what?" he asked, a hint of disbelief creeping into his usually easygoing voice. "For real?"
"For real/For real," Both Yuji and Megumi said at the same time.
"Hmph! Hmm!!!" Sukuna's muffled agreement could be heard.
Gojo's eyes widened beneath the blindfold, a gasp escaping his lips.
"Well, now isn't that something," he mumbled, momentarily at a loss for words as he stepped closer to the pink-haired teen. Taking a good long look, Gojo saw that what he said was true and laughed.
"Oh, that's rich," he chuckled, slapping his knee with glee. "The boy who swallowed a special grade curse!"
His laughter echoed through the quiet streets, filling the tense silence with its energetic rhythm. "Can you switch back to Sukuna?"
"Sukuna?" Itadori asked, having no idea who this Sukuna was, rubbing his head in confusion.
"Ah, yes, right." Gojo's laugh faded quickly. He cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest as he turned to face Yuji more fully. "The King of Curses... the finger you ate and got taken over by."
"Oh! Yeah, I think I so?"
"Good! Ten seconds after ten seconds take control again."
The jujutsu sorcerer's eyes gleamed behind his intricately designed mask as he began to stretch and prepare for the battle ahead. He could feel the energy of the strongest curse pulsing against his skin, like a dangerous current waiting to strike.
"Wait!" Yuji protested, "You're not planning on fighting me... or rather, Sukuna, are you? Here? Now?"
"Don't worry! After all,... I'm the strongest." Gojo's voice was filled with nothing but confidence as he made that declaration. After a good stretch, he turned away from Yuji and handed Megumi his bag of mochi, with the black-haired teen giving him a dead-eyed stare.
His dead-eyed stare widened however as he noticed something at incredible speeds from behind Gojo's back.
"Sensei, behind you!" Megumi warned, pointing towards the incoming threat.
The words had barely left Megumi's mouth before Gojo spun around, his eyes intense and focused, even beneath the obscuring blindfold.
With a burst of speed that made the air crackle around him, Sukuna lunged towards him.
Gojo smugly smiled as he waited for the king of curses to attack.
…The threat, however, wasn't aimed at him, but at the small bag of mochi he'd just handed to Megumi.
Megumi, still in shock, didn't have time to react. The bag was taken from his hands in a blink of an eye.
"Score! Thanks for the food!" Sukuna thanked Gojo before stuffing the sweet treat into his mouth.
Gojo's smile slipped off his face, replaced by a look of horror.
"My mochi!" he choked out, reaching out as if he could pull the sweet treats back from the mouth of the King of Curses.
Megumi flashed Gojo an unamused look.
"Really, sensei?" he demanded, "That's what you're concerned about right now?"
"Of course!" Gojo snapped back, looking genuinely put out. "That was high-quality mochi!"
Sukuna, meanwhile, was laughing boisterously as he devoured the last piece of mochi. His eyes locked onto Gojo's, and his lips curled in a smirk.
"Delicious," he taunted, licking his fingers for good measure.
Yuji's eyes widened as he took over again and bowed his head to Gojo and apologized profusely.
"Ah! Sorry, sorry! I didn't know he would do that!" He quickly apologized.
"You better be sorry! You know how long I waited to have that delicious treat!?" Gojo pouted as he folded his arms and looked away from the bowing student to show just how mad he was.
Megumi, overlooking everything that was happening, could only sigh to himself and think about the choices he made in life that led up to this.
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