O universe, why me? (Why him?!) ||| A SI-kuna fic. || Chap. 5.
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Official title finally acquired, maybe... I might go back and retitle the older posts but idk if I'll actually keep this title since idk if it properly fits, but also like at least I have a working title now...
Either way, same fic as the former chapters under "untitled SI-kuna fic"
I feel a little less proud of the chapter after going back through it since it feels a bit disconnected between certain events and could've used a little more in-between I feel, but i think it's still pretty cool
The more I think about this the more I realize it falls into the same issues of half of those copy paste isekai animes people critique /j
Kinda bland MC who's kinda OP just cause ✓
Past life doesn't SUPER effect the character if you remove the foresight stuff ✓
Just a vessel for the author ✓
Anyways that's fine because I enjoy it it's just kinda funny
first warning I feel the need to add on this fic: violence / descriptions of gore.
If you've seen the source series you're probably fine, and I don't think it's thaatttt bad, but I didn't wanna just not mention it and be a jerk if somebody who didn't wanna read that stuff found this
Once I edit chapter six is probably (?) ready but after that's out the chapters r gonna slow down pretty harshly
Anyways, chapter five! Wow!
West Tokyo City, Eishu Juvenile Detention Center.
…The date had come too quickly. Sukuna could only hope things would go mostly ideally.
The weather was a light drizzle, storm clouds gathering in the sky and sprinkling the group's clothing.
"Ijichi-san, question. What's a 'window' here?" Itadori asked.
"A window is a member of Jujutsu High who can see curses. They aren't sorcerers, though," Ijichi stated.
"Oh, okay." Itadori stared at the dreary building ahead of him while he listened to Ijichi's briefing.
Sukuna knew what lay in there. Five missing detainees would be formally discovered as dead, and the students would be stuck in the curse's incomplete domain.
The three students ran into the building, only to pause as the incomplete domain became visible.
"What's going on in here…? Isn't this supposed to be a two story dorm?"
The place was horribly ominous. It looked orange and yellow tinted only because of the lighting. It was likely meant to be a dull grey, but the dim lighting colored it oddly.
The corpse(…s) were horribly mangled. The parts other from Tadashi's upper half didn't even look human, more like a curse made from the flesh of one.
Deformed bones and skeletons were forcibly shifted into the form of a ball, entirely unrecognizable from any normal body.
Itadori grabbed the name tag from the carcass's uniform. "We should take the body back. His mother won't accept that he's dead if we don't have the body—"
He was dragged back by the hood.
"We still have to find and verify two more, leave that . . ."
"Quit joking! We already . . ."
..Shoot. The demon dog would already be dead at this rate if Sukuna didn't say something in time—
"Cut it out! What in the world are you two doing?!—"
"Pay more attention to your shikigami, sea urchin," Sukuna cut in. Good enough! That worked great!
Fushiguro's head snapped over to the wall. The white demon dog was bloodied; the decapitated head was stuck into the wall.
At about the same time as the death was noticed, Kugisaki fell through the floor.
Nevermind, this was not good. Not good at all!
"Itadori! We'll look for Kugisaki later, we're running!" Fushiguro was practically shouting.
The curse had materialized beside both of them. It stood on two legs, and the torso area looked vaguely human, but the head and color were starkly monstrous.
It was either white or a very light grey. There were two dark stripes along the head, eyes placed along each one. Its fingers were long and claw-like.
It didn't seem like its mouth could fully close, although that could just be its current expression.
Both remaining students stood, frozen in place. The spirit just stared directly beside the two.
Itadori swung his blade, only for his hand to be
The missing forearm landed disgustingly on the floor, blood leaking in droplets onto the ground.
"…I can't escape after it's gotten this close!"
"Hey, Sukuna! If I die, you die too, right?" Itadori tied off the wound. "Help me out!"
'Even if I did try to help you, the thing could easily harm your friend first. Or, I could cause collateral damage and get him killed by default.'
The finger bearer spit out direct cursed energy; the ground was torn apart and the students were blown back by sheer force.
The thing's hands gripped its face, visibly amused. It sounded almost as if it were giggling.
"Fushiguro!" Itadori yelled. "Take Kugisaki and get out of here! I'll keep this one busy until you two are out of here! As soon as you're out, give me some sort of signal! Once you're gone, I'll let out Sukuna."
As the curse ripped its clothing away, if it could even be called that, Sukuna took an opportunity.
'Itadori. Let's make a binding vow.'
'It's a pact two sorcerers can make to force each other to uphold their part of a deal. It cannot be broken without immense consequences. In this case, I'll exorcize the cursed spirit for you, but you'll have to agree to my terms.'
"What terms are they?" Itadori was still stiffly standing before the curse.
'The higher-ups of jujutsu society want you dead. If you remain living among them like this, they'll only keep sending you to death traps. Once your classmates sound the signal and I remove that curse, I'll force your body into a near-dead for around a week, maximum.
'Once that time is up, I'll wake your body and you'll be free from any assassination attempts until your life is made known again. A few sorcerers can know, but until your next major school event, jujutsu society as a whole can't know of your living status.'
"…Fake my death? Wake my body? What's that supposed to mean?!—" Itadori was blown into a wall. His face was bleeding. All of this was probably crazy talk in his view.
'Would you rather take a gamble with my request, or die fighting this thing? I'll even throw in a promise not to majorly harm anyone, unless they cause me harm. However, only for this one time I'm out.'
"Fine! I agree!" Itadori was blown through the wall entirely just a moment later. His head hit the ground with a thud.
Ah… What was Sukuna meant to do with him like this? He couldn't be let out until at least a few more minutes had passed, but Itadori was still going to get horrendously injured at this rate.
'Itadori. Stand up. You know cursed energy is based on negative emotions, correct? Channel all that you can feel into your fists. Use it to reinforce your arms as much as you can.'
He wasn't quite sure how much that helped, but hopefully it'd do something.
Itadori put his arms out against the cursed spirit's blast. It looked… quite painful, to say the least, but Itadori kept trying.
The boy's hands were still a pitiful sight by the end of it. But…
'..Put my emotions into my arms, huh, Sukuna?'
Itadori still managed to use a bundle of cursed energy in his punch at the thing right before Fushiguro's shikigami howled. He couldn't quite gauge the strength of it compared to the original attempt in the show, but it felt decently strong, so that was a win!
Sukuna was basically forced into control just a moment after Itadori heard the sound.
"Rest well, Itadori Yuji."
It was almost odd to finally be able to control a body again, after the weeks beforehand.
Now, what to do with the curse?
Actually… He's been needing to test something. Could he still use Sukuna— well, original Sukuna's techniques?
He desperately needed a better way to differentiate between the two of them. If he was Sukuna, then the original Sukuna could just be… Sukuna 1? Pre-Sukuna? OG-Kuna? The last one felt too fandom-y, but it'd work for now.
And back to the topic at hand! Turning toward the curse, he took a small step closer to it.
"Well, you did harm Itadori, so you had it coming, really," Sukuna mumbled to himself.
The first thing he did was try to heal Itadori's injuries. He tried to just imagine it better at first, before trying to figure out how in the world to get the cursed energy multiplying against itself.
…Maybe he just needed to think about math. Or try to crush the energy against itself. The latter technique seemed to work, as ruined fingers and the missing limb knitted back together and fixed themselves.
He grabbed the curse, slamming it down with a force hard enough to crack the foundation. How'd the slashes he needed work again..? It was like an invisible blade, right? He tried to pose his hand as if he were about to swing a knife around.
Dismantle could be used at a range, but cleave needed physical contact except for inside his domain. Those were the limitations, as far as he could remember.
He tried to imagine slicing a gash into the cursed spirit, trying also to channel cursed energy into the strike.
The curse's arm was entirely severed from its body.
That was a little more than what he was aiming for, but it worked!
He did it again, and repeated it multiple times.
The limbs were diced, then cut into larger pieces, then split between flesh and bone.
It didn't seem too hard for the spirit to regenerate the limbs and leap backwards.
"Ah, come on, try harder! You can do better than this!" Sukuna goaded. "Aren't you meant to be a special grade?"
The thing was so.. weak. It was beneath him in almost every aspect. How could people be struggling to hold their own against this?
..Maybe he was just a tad too strong for it. It was stolen power, really. He would've died had he tried to fight this thing as █████.
Whatever, no time to dawdle!
He lunged for the finger bearer, blocking the beam it sent at him with one hand. He sent a kick into the thing's legs and forced it to the ground.
Let's try something else.
He put two hands together, his foot pressing into the curse's chest.
He was going to look really, really stupid if this didn't work.
Domain expansion: Malevolent Shrine.
The cursed spirit was split into five slices. The purple gore of its innards was horrendous to look at, but the disgust was easily overcome with excitement at having been able to reveal it in the first place.
Sukuna plucked the finger from the hole in the finger bearer's chest. It really was gross, even looking at it now.
He could try to swallow it, but his gag reflex had always been immense, as compared to apparently both Itadori and OG-Kuna.
He braced himself and tried to gulp it down anyways.
It felt understated how horrid that experience was.
He turned back to the sliced curse one last time. There was one final thing he needed to try.
Sukuna mimed a bowstring, hoping that his attempt would be successful. Even if it wasn't, it wasn't like there was anyone to watch him fail. Drew in, and released.
The remains were set ablaze.
Once his domain was dismissed, he just had.. the last part of this deal.
Fushiguro either would progress anyways without the Sukuna fight, or he wouldn't and he'd have to be kicked into gear some other time.
It was also possible that other things had already changed. It wasn't likely that this would entirely derail things. At worst, Fushiguro might just not be quite as practiced as quickly.
Putting that aside, what would be the quickest and easiest way to put Itadori to death for a few days?
He didn't know if he had the heart, hah, to rip out Itadori's heart as the original feat went, but he didn't want to prolong anything.
So he'd go along with the original method, walk outside the building, and force Itadori out the moment his body was in a spot that could be easily retrieved.
…Yikes, this would have to hurt. There was no way that it would be pleasant to rip open a chest and pull an organ out.
Sukuna slipped the uniform shirt off, setting it gently on the ground. Shutting his eyes and tilting his head back, he pressed his hand around on his chest until he could feel his heartbeat most directly.
His claws broke skin easily. It didn't hurt as much as he expected it to. Veins and arteries were severed as claws poked around their target.
Perhaps he could have just done this with his cursed technique… Too late. He grabbed the still-pulsing thing and ripped it out. Blood dripped onto his hand and out of his chest cavity.
What was he meant to do with an entire heart? Leave it on the ground..?
He set the severed thing on the discarded uniform and set off towards the original exit.
Blood poured down his body with every step he took. He stumbled his way out of the building.
"Itadori!" Fushiguro yelled from afar.
Sukuna forced his presence back inside his inner domain, pressing Itadori to the surface. The last thing he felt of the outside world was their body crumpling to the ground.
