hii!! i recently discovered your acc and i love your writing, esp the ones with kashimo!! 🩵 do you think you could please write smth abt him with a reader who is as strong as him? thank you and pls feel free to take as much time as you need or even disregard this if u want, no pressure! ( ◠‿◠ )🤍
Worthy opponent for our man Kashimo /ᐠ - ˕ -マ cw: violence, gore, unhinged!reader note: thank you so much and thank you for this request! not sure of this is what you had in mind but I had a lot of fun with this.
He started to give up hope on finding good entertainment in that godforsaken colony. The man with the stitches on his forehead had promised him a challange.
Nothing. It could be called a warm up for Sukuna, sure, but Kashimo did hope for something remotely fun before the main event. Half the players didn’t even know who Sukuna was.
To Kashimo, that’s practically blasphemy or a kind of ignorance that should disqualify the player from the game.
It turned out some of the players were just non-sorcerers with recently gifted powers. That explained the lack of expertise and knowledge.
He pouts as he leans over the unmoving body of his opponent. Half his face is missing, like someone took a big bite out of it. Nerve endings and veins hang loosely to the ground. Messy work, Kashimo.
“Hey, don’t you have a secret card up your sleeve? C’mon…” he groans and pokes the man’s side with his nyoi staff. Nothing happens. Looking around, there’s no life around anymore.
Everything is completely still. Cars, a military truck and a bike stand around on the street.
Kashimo sighs and lets his head fall back with a disappointed expression. His nose wrinkles.
“I think I got scammed.”
A loud thud.
Kashimo’s gaze snaps towards the truck, which now has a dented roof, with a woman crouching in an unnatural position at the center, possibly from the force of impact.
People are just falling from the sky now, huh.
He rolls a shoulder, lips pulling up close to his nose. You shift slowly.
The first thing he notices is your posture. Bent forward, resembling a predator ready to jump. Furry boots, messy hair and wild, slightly unhinged look. Something long rests at your feet, a spear perhaps. Cursed energy surrounds you but oddly, he can’t really read it.
Are things about to be interesting?
“Hi.” The voice is feminine but a little raspy.
Kashimo’s fingers twitch restlessly, already itching for a fight.
“Careful with that, woman. It’s sharp.. Don’t hurt yourself.”
The smug smile on your face isn’t unfamiliar. Many self-assured sorcerers have that look until they get a taste of Kashimo’s cursed energy. Somehow, the eyes are a bit threatening though. Kashimo likes. He mirrors your expression.
“Will you teach me how to use it?
“Sure. Come down here and I’ll teach you alright. Or are you shy?”
Your smile widens and angle the spear a bit.
“Mh, am not. Are you one of the players with the many points?”
“What if I am?”
Kashimo’s own weapon points towards you now. His cursed energy reaches you, targeting your feet, just to test your reaction. He’s used to people cursing at this point. You don’t react. It’s like you’re not even aware of what he’s doing or you’re hiding the pain well.
“Will you give them to me?” you ask and when no reply comes, you add, “Pretty please.” However, your tone isn’t pleading. You’re just amusing yourself, Kashimo can tell.
That’s a lot of confidence for a woman in Kashimo’s way.
“I’ll let you try to take them away.”
The cursed energy attacking your skin increases.
There’s another thud as you jump down from the truck, landing on the cracked concrete. Kashimo’s fingers curl tighter around the pole of his weapon.
“I’d love that. But you know, I’m not supposed to be too violent right now. Besides, I’m on time out ‘cause of my last little stunt. I’m supposed to make deals.”
It’s clear to Kashimo that you’re not in the Culling Game for the game itself. You have your own agenda and seemingly work with other people. Something else is going on.
He should be getting to the bottom of that but the way you talk and move is just too captivating for him. He’s just too hedonistic to stop and hold back for a little while longer.
“Not interested in those,” he replies curtly.
“Hah? Well, then…”
He’s fast. So are you. The fight quickly becomes close combat. Neither of you shies away from proximity, even with weapons that hinder close combat.
A word is on the tip of Kashimo’s tongue but it just won’t come. Up close, he can see your sharp fangs, the lack of hesitation. Your free hand scratches a lot and your cursed energy seeps into his skin. It hurts.
It dampens him down. Sometimes, you actually bite him. Ah, there it is.
The look of passion and madness. He knows now. The word he’s looking for is savage.
Kashimo laughs as your teeth scrape skin and cursed energy bleeds into his nerves like shredded glass poured straight into his veins. It’s wrong, overwhelming. It’s good. It makes his vision blur. Are you tamoering with his brain? Nerves? Is it just the pain? His grin splits wide, feral, eyes alight.
“So that’s your trick,” he hums, voice buzzing. “You chew on people.”
He swings the nyoi staff in a tight arc, not to strike but to force space. You don’t give it to him. The spear’s shaft presses against his shoulder, your body close enough that he can feel the heat of you.
Your cursed energy is isolating, sharp and smooth, depends on how you manipulate it. It’s like a constant abrasion, a low hum that interferes with his own flow.
Kashimo clicks his tongue.
“Annoying.”
You laugh, a short sound, more breath than voice, and hook the spear to drag him closer instead of away.
“I get that a lot.”
Your knee comes up. He twists just enough that it clips his thigh instead of his ribs, electricity snapping reflexively from his skin. The discharge should have blown you back.
It doesn’t.
Your boots scrape the concrete but you hold, fangs bared again as you lean in, forehead almost touching his. Your eyes lock onto his like you’re daring the lightning itself to strike you dead.
“Oh?” he murmurs. “Is it glass?”
Your answer is a headbutt.
It cracks against his temple, cursed energy flaring on both sides. The impact rings his skull, white-hot and glorious. He stumbles back half a step, then laughs again, louder this time, chest heaving.
“Fucking finally,” he says, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. The perfect opportunity to take in his opponent on top of her game has arrived and Kashimo has to admit, it’s a pretty sight.
The street around you is already ruined.
You straighten slowly, rolling your neck once. Blood trickles from your hairline where you hit him, but you don’t wipe it away. You look pleased.
Kashimo watches you like a starving man watches a meal.
“So you’re on time out,” he says, voice light, eyes sharp. “For what? Killing the wrong people?”
You tilt your head, considering. The spear’s tip drags lazily across the asphalt, carving a shallow groove.
“Something like that,” you reply. “They didn’t appreciate my enthusiasm.”
“Hah.” He bares his teeth. “Their loss.”
You lunge again, sudden and merciless. The spear whistles past his cheek, close enough to cut hair.
“I’m going to kill you if you don’t give me the points.” You’re starting to pant, so is he.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
You manage to grab him by the hair. Cursed energy crackles there the most intensely, holding onto him there stings and burns like hell. Gritting your teeth, you hit his foot with your spear, throwing him off balance. The perfect moment for you to slam his head into a car’s window, almost breaking it.
“Make a deal with me.” Another slam, blood trickles down his face too. You don’t want to kill him, it seems. Your tone is more demanding now.
“Give me your points.” Slam. Kashimo stumbles back and gets pushed the ground. His weapon falls out of his hand, his reserves are low, countering your energy ate up a lot of his. Even when you climb on top of him, he’s still grinning.
He’s happy. He feels relieved and floaty. He’s not alone anymore.
“Where have you been all my life?”
“I want your points.”
He groans when you bite him again, your cursed energy throbbing in his body, cutting him up from the inside. “I’m not supposed to kill you.”
“Fine. Have them. But I want you to help find someone later then.”
Your breathing calms and you wipe the blood from Kashimo’s cheek. “Deal.”
“Deal. And thank you.” “Huh?” “It was fun. You’re fun. I want to play again sometime.”
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