Summary: You bump into Kashimo, an old acquaintance and your relationship begins to build as you take a very special interest in his cursed technique and it's various uses and abilities
A/N: Second Kashimo Fic of the fucking month and it hasn't even been a week in. Both Reader and Kashimo are re-incarnated with connections to Kenjaku. Reader is Kenjaku's assistant who had helped (aka just fetched) him find Culling Game Players. Kashimo and Reader already have a previous affiliation with one-another. Kashimo is dom this time but you need to understand it's for the sake of the plot, i am STILL a firm believer in switch kash
Tags: Fucking. Improper use of electricity, improper use of cursed energy. Reader is a bit freaky and is a sort of a softie (not a lot tho, they just really like Kashimo), AFAB reader! Sadly no sub Kashimo this time ☹ Reader isn't meant to be bratty, just a tad bit annoying.
You had quietly stood next to Kenjaku, he had taken on the form of a man known as ''Geto Suguru''. From what you had heard, he was one of the only 4 recognised special grades, the chance of stumbling upon his corpse was one of pure luck, just like your first encounter with him.
You remembered that day vividly. You had lived during what was known as the ''Kamakura Period'', roughly 700 years ago. Looking back on it now, with the privilege of experiencing modern luxuries and time to yourself, you had realised just how odd life was back then. You, as an orphan had been given no surname. Infact, majority of the people weren't ever given the honour of that, it remained a symbol of status reserved only for the wealthy and the warriors. However what was unique of you was that no village had taken you in nor had any families, you were without an identity. Literally.
But then you met him, posing under the guise of a nobleman, the man was so talented at acting, you truly were convinced that he was who he claimed to be. The kind man had offered to ''adopt'' or train you, a practice usually common by Samurai's of no offspring, ensuring their legacy. You thought the man was of the exact same thing, a human worried about the state of his bloodline had he failed to convince but you quickly learnt that it wasn't the case.
''Jujutsu techniques.'' The man's voice had spoken, soft but none of it was kind, detached and slow, he spoke with all the patience in the world.
''You possess one, show me it.'' Your heart stopped in your throat as you reluctantly obeyed. A soft hum of approval slipped from the man's lips. Your technique was nothing impressive but to him, he has seen undiscovered potential, a quality he planned to monopolize on.
''From now on, you shall study under me. As a mentor of sorts, you'll be of use to me and in every single life I am in, you will accompany.'' You simply nodded your head, unsure of whatever nonsense the old man was spewing about but a warm bed and a meal had kept you compliant.
When he deemed your technique and abilities fit enough, you had been promoted to ''assistant'' , a glorified maid who occasionally ran errands. He indulged every (almost) plan to you, knowing you held little to no interest in what he was planning on doing. Your body had been transferred into cursed objects longer than you've held a vessel. The both of you sat idly as he yammered on about something, something ''Culling Games.''
Now that got your attention, you were a big fan of games. He stared at you as if he was unsure about what would be the gentlest way to tell you you were an absolute block-head.
''It's going to be filled with reincarnated sorcerers, like you. And they'll be able to kill eachother for points, it's going to held in the future.''
''When?'' This was another sick i'm-just-curious ploys from Kenjaku, boredom was the only force driving this man, if you could even call him that. You have to admit, you weren't as hateful as the sorcerer as you thought you would be, he was your mentor and he could be kind when he deemed it necessary. You eventually just began to grow a bit apathetic to the often murderous plans of him, both from slight affection to a weird father figure in your life but also through annoyance. You could always simply claim that it was never malice, just boredom, a flimsy excuse but it still counted to you.
''Do me a favour in the future?'' He asked.
''Hm?'' You were curious as to what he needed, usually he never trusted you with majority of things so this was a nice change of pace.
''You're usually the more social one between the two of us, I need you to convince them to join, promise them a second chance at life or a good battle opponent. Get them to join, mkay?'' He smiled at you, his smile was unsettlingly beautiful, pretty in a surreal manner. The promise of being able to see the behaviours of sorcerers by your own self completely sealed the deal. You shook your head with an eager nod.
Much to your own chagrin, the task seemed almost terribly boring. The sorcerers often fought back and it felt more like tempting a baby with candy than it did holding a conversation with an adult. Kenjaku had often warned you of this but you never heeded it up until now. He was right, power really did make you spoiled.
There was only one encounter that you remember with particular fondness and that was a man by the name of ''Hajime Kashimo''. You had already taken an interest in the man through hearing of his unique cursed energy, one that apparently sent shocks through your nerves and veins. You had felt yourself get hot out of excitement, the meeting being the only one you were looking forward to.
Approaching a peaceful cliffside, you saw an old man sitting on a rock, a good trail of bodies behind both you and him, littering the path. The scent hit you faster than you would have thought. The air crackled and carried a scent of ozone, harsh but enticing to you. Was that the unique energy Kenjaku had warned you about?
''My God.'' You thought to yourself ''This guy must be an animal.''
His head turned to face you, an old and withered face, yet sharp and distinct, almost handsome, his brows were bushy and upturned, his hair already grey and short with two buns sticking out from the top. Looking him up and down, you considered him extremely attractive even as an old person.
''Who are you and what do you want?'' His voice still held a tired tone, one that could clearly tell your thoughts, weary but not hostile .
''My master.'' You replied. ''He requested you join the Culling games.''
His brow raised itself. ''And what is that?''. You sighed, skimming through as much detail as you could. His eyes lit up with each word and he found genuine enjoyment in your quick skim-down. He enjoyed people who lived fast.
''Tell me, who is the strongest sorcerer you know?'' You considered it for a moment.
''I don't know any sorcerers personally but Master does.''
''And who does he consider to be the strongest sorcerer?''
''Of all time? It would probably be Sukuna, he mentions his strength quite a lot so he may be the strongest sorcerer there ever was.''
''Then I shall fight Sukuna.'' From what you heard, the supposed king of curses was nothing short of a monster, indulging in human meat and dominating an era, already defined for it's insane strength and equally crazy sorcerers. For a man setting himself up for serious failure, he seemed awfully proud.
''Tell me, what's your name?'' You did as he asked. He simply nodded his head in acknowledgement, turning back around and
You let out a bit of a giggle. He really was cute. Maybe you could meet again you hoped.
You watched off to the side as The Culling Games started, Kenjaku had showed you a bunch of the rules, mainly ones that you weren't bothered to read. Kenjaku seemed to take a particular interest in how things would turn out over at Sendai, even going as far as to release one of his ugly bug curses, a special grade known as Kurourushi.
You hummed as a way to acknowledge his ranting, trying your best not to focus on his theories. The whole thing seemed like unnecessary effort to get people to kill eachother, you knew for a fact there was probably some secret reason he wasn't telling you, even as his beloved assistant, there was only so much you knew about your mysterious mentor.
He found humor in your lack of interest, deciding to toy with you for a bit.
''Remember Kashimo?'' He saw the way how your ears slightly raised at that, as if they were perked up. You smoothed your voice out, not letting your interest seep through. He didn't need to know but you and Kashimo had been seeing each-other for quite some time, whenever you were away from Kenjaku of course.
''Oh yea, the one from the Edo period, he had that unique cursed energy right?'' Your voice also cracking with excitement at that last part, something that despite your best efforts didn't go unnoticed by Kenjaku.
''Yes, I'm referring to that one. Anyways, I need you to go to Toyko No.2 Colony.'' You already knew that was Hajime's colony but god forbid you admit that.
''And I need you to go and check on him to see if he's planning on holding up his end of the deal. Don't bother him much and be back in 4 hours.''
To be completely clear, Kenjaku was lying out his ass, he already knew how well-performing Kashimo was doing, he just needed you to be distracted while he handled the situation with an old friend, Tengen. He had practically made you follow him like a shadow but he knew this was an event that didn't concern you. It would be nice to have extra information on the players regardless so maybe it wasn't all lies.
''I'll report everything i know back, Goodbye Kenny.'' Kenny? That was odd, maybe you really were happy. He gave you that smile again, waving you off as you prepared to leave.
It was fairly peaceful, night was just descending and you stood atop of one of Kenjaku's weird shikigamis, the manta ray which was quite fond of you and began to swivel your head, attempting to search for the reason you were here. He was quite hard to miss but most of all, his cursed energy was definitely the most noticeable of all. Gently gripping the top of it's flesh, you swerved the thing north-west, intending to get a better look. So far, nothing. Almost disappointing, you thought to yourself, you really were looking forward to at-least watching him.
According to your only reliable source (aka yourself), Kashimo was a fighting nut-job, something you already knew before-hand with your previous interactions hot so you assumed maybe Kenjaku wanted more on his fighting style or something like that, you weren't exactly a great listener when it came to him, it was a surprise how he even managed to keep you around for as long as he did.
Something caught your eye. It looked a bit like an eyesore but that hair-style was memorable, you almost plummeted the poor thing in your hurry to see him. Your feet never touched the ground, choosing to hover not so far away from him as to respect your mentor's wishes. You're completely uncertain on what to tell him as at the current moment, Kashimo was just wondering around.
The air around him still crackled, it seemed more restless than anything. You watched curiously as the man's head turned from side to side, was he looking for something? Oh well. This was kind of boring, maybe he just wasn't as fun as you expected. You turned around, ready to go home when his voice called out.
''I can see you, get down from there.'' His neck craned up as he glared straight at you, his tone didn't tell you whether or not he recognised you so you called out.
''Kashimo, it's me!'' His face lost it's scrunched expression, his hand beckoning for you to come down and you did so. Hoping off, you landed near him, the cyan haired man clearly weirded out by whatever your ride was. In his defence, it did look derpy.
''I don't care for that, why are you here for? I thought you were Kenjaku's lap dog.'' What the fuck was his problem? You glared at him.
''You called him Master, I clearly remember that.'' In your defense, it was just a honorific, back then the language didn't exactly hold casual names for a superior so it seemed like the more logical choice.
''Yea? Well I remember you being a lot more quieter, what's up with you?'' You looked up and down at him. Your eyes trailed down to his clothes, he was also a lot more well built than you'd ever give the man credit for. He stared at you, not very pleased with your blatant ogling.
''It's been over 100 years and you still can't keep your eyes to yourself?''
''Freak.'' He muttered, walking ahead before turning to you.
''Walk with me then.'' A faint red tainted his ears, whether out of embarrassment for you or being near you, you could never tell.
The both of you had been sitting outside an empty grocery store, grabbing a few snacks, which he refused to take, not because it was illegal but because the man just wasn't a big fan of ranges. He liked to keep things ''single-minded'' so the idea of options that didn't surround fighting failed to keep his interest for more then two seconds max.
He sat with you, staring at the giant pile of snacks in your lap with active disgust at your supposed gluttony. He unwrapped the only onigiri he had picked and began to eat in silence, not wanting to acknowledge the sounds of pure indulgence coming from you.
You had ripped through lord knows how much packages of Alfort chocolates or other branded candies. Unlike Kashimo, you seemed to revel in the Modern-Day, not for the strength but rather for the extreme indulgences, many vices to pick up for fun, you were a fan of it. He lived the exact opposite, akin to a battle junkie rather than anything else, a feature of him you couldn't help but find very weird. It was as clear as day you two would never see eye to eye about free time and leisure.
He lied down, head against the harsh cold concrete, growing restless as he waited for you to finish your food. You had turned over to him, offering him pieces of your snacks, which he hated but ate for the sake of being polite.
A not-so-comfortable silence sat between the both of you, it was odd for him. He was used to loudness, from opponents and especially from you. To see you shut up was a sight he claimed he longed to witness but now that it was happening, it did dampen his mood a little.
''Hey Kashimo.'' Your voice was solemn. He found it a bit gross honestly.
''What do you want this time?'' It was accompanied by a heavily exaggerated sigh. The glare you gave him showed you you weren't fucking around this time so he shut up.
''Do you honestly think I'm Kenjaku's lap-dog?'' He froze, not sure how to go with the right way about this but something in him told him that honesty would always be the right path with you.
''Honestly? Yea. You don't live for yourself or your own ability, it's used by him. You are pathetic to me.'' The words stung but no malice laced any of his words, only certainty like he truly did believe it. Oddly enough, you felt grateful for the brutality of his words, it would have sucked more if he softened the blow.
''You have the potential but you're extremely lazy, it's no wonder you're so weak.'' He continued. ''The weak have no place in society, jujutsu or not and the idea that they must be saved only drags the strong down.''
''What makes a weak person to you then Kashimo?''
''Someone who can't challenge me or refuses to. A person with no desire to push themselves. By design, they're filth, brittle and lacking in purpose. They serve to be trampled. A coward who chooses a long life through cowardice instead of confronting issues and dying an honourable death.''
''Am I worthless to you then?'' His breath caught in his throat, the simple response making him think long and hard. If not for you and your weird ''master'', he wouldn't even be here, (not that he was particularly content with the state of things but he was promised a duel with Sukuna). Just what were you trying to get from this?
''Strength isn't all talent and natural born advantage, it's intelligence as well as skill. No one is born the strongest, you're born with the ability to be but you have to work for it. It's your own belief Kashimo.''
He turned over to you, a bit irritated with your smart mouth.
''God, you're pathetic.'' He claimed, facing you. Your words distracted him for a bit, not noticing your head slide up until he felt the cold touch of your palm on his cheek, the contact almost made him shiver.
''You're really cold.'' He mumbled, not even attempting to brush you off. You were almost tempted to make a lewd joke but quickly thought against it, not willing to risk your only chance at getting close to him.
You pulled him forward, he seemed to know where this was going and closed the gap, letting you lead. You were hurried, seeing where on earth you could go with this, he cringed as your teeth clacked against his. Pulling back, he looked at you and said only five words.
''You fucking suck at this.'' You sucked in a little air at his words, offended at him.
''As if you're any better, you fucking dickhead.'' He seemed unfazed, leaning in for a second time. He led this time and you noticed just how wrong you were, he was good like really good. His tongue moved against yours, enough to make your mouth feel full without suffocating you. He tasted sweet, the snacks from earlier still lingering. A sigh left your mouth, all your frustrations coming undone from just a simple kiss.
He let go, panting. That was really tiring, he thought. You whined in frustration, pushing him back down on you and once again pressing your lips on his. He complied with you, giving your mouth the action it deeply craved. His taste was addicting to you and you felt like you could never get enough of it. Your right hand clamped down on the back of his head, holding him firmly in place so he couldn't tug away again, while your left hand hurriedly ripped off your shirt, spilling your breasts free for him to see.
The both of you had ran out of breath, a thin string of salvia connecting both of your tongues. Your hand ran up and down his arm, clearly not satisfied with the lack of contact from him. Both hands grabbed his hips, flipping him on his back, a slight ow coming from him. You grinded against him, the action melting away all sorts of tension from your body. He stared at you, bewildered.
''Here, I'll help.'' Putting you on your back yet again, you stared up at him, the words cutting through your lust-driven haze as you processed his words. Before you could question him, his hand slipped under your panties, rubbing between your entrance and clit in small, circular motions. A loud moan ripped out your throat as his hands continued their ministrations, head slumped against his shoulder as he picked up the pace. Eventually, a singular finger prodded at your hole, slowly pushing it's way in. Coated in your slick, he began to pump them in and out, your cunt clenched around his digit, earning you a low groan from him.
''Faster...'' The words slurred out your mouth before you could stop yourself. He added another finger in, going as hard as he could. His excitement only grew as you squirmed, thrusting them against your g-spot
He had went too far, in the heat of the moment, his cursed energy had leaked out, sending what felt like a jolt of electricity through your body. He panicked, almost pulling out until he felt you grind against his hand once more, moaning at the burning sensation.
''Do that again.'' You demanded, bringing his other hand to brush against your nipple.
''What....?'' He stared at you, bewildered.
You kicked his back with your heel, trying to encourage him.
''It felt so fucking good Kashimo, do it again.'' Your hand lied ontop of his, fingers finding it's place through his gaps and pressed down harshly on your breasts.
''You want me to do it here as well?'' He asked tentatively, you gave a simple nod, quelling all doubts in his head.
He put both digits back in, attempting to maintain the speed he once did. His other hand worked with your chest, twisting and pulling at the nipple. The same shocks his energy would send to you felt like they set your veins on fire, frying your nerves in the most pleasurable way possible.
Wrapping your arms around his back, he saw your nail scratch and dig into the back of his clothes as if trying to mark him through it. He would be lying if he said he didn't find your expressions incredibly arousing, he saw the way how your back arched into him as if you couldn't get enough.
Your hand reached down into his pants, pulling them down to expose him to you. He was embarrassingly hard.
''Wow, someone must have wanted this!'' Your tone was a mix between a mocking sing-song and genuine impression. He could have almost gone soft with your little comments.
''Don't ruin it for the both of us.'' Reluctantly, you complied, spreading your legs so he could slot himself in. He stared at you, going in with your hum of approval.
Fully bottoming out in you, he felt your juices completely coating his shaft, the wet pop following each time he pushed in and pulled back. He had always thought your noises would be exaggerated, another attempt to piss him off or at the very least make it very uncomfortable but to his surprise, you sounded so genuine. Quiet and heavy breaths slipped out your lips, muffled whines of his name was nothing short of a break from the usual non-sense that rolled off your tongue.
He never wanted to stop hearing such lovely noises, taking his time to drink in all your features and extend it for the both of you.
Your hand cupped his face in gratitude, gifting him kisses for his gentleness. He filled you in the right ways, touching your g-spot in a way that didn't overwhelm you. All his features became clear as day at you, you traced them with the tips of your fingers, a loving motion from a human who he knew he risked never being with again. He leaned in, enjoying the feeling.
You clenched down on him again, writhing at the overwhelming pleasure. He felt the edge slowly getting closer, chest heaving at his every move. He was so close, so so close-
''Kashimo, I'm so close...'' You whined. He knew he had to hold out for the both of you. His thrusts became more frantic, harsh but determined to give you both what you so desperately needed. Your breath drew out in high whines, digging into his scalp as if to hold onto reality. The orgasm washed over you before you could see it coming, gripping him as if he was the only anchor in your life. He soon followed, spilling all of himself deep inside you. The both of you laid there, the harsh concrete felt as if it was chaffing your back. He located himself behind you, putting his clothes back on and pressing your back against his chest as he held you.
He spoke as if he was completely certain.
''For the record, I still do think you're pathetic, you'd be better off without him. Train under me instead.'' He offered, brushing a stray hair away from your face.
You shook your head sadly.
''I already told you, I hold no interests in those things and I owe him my life. He's the reason why I met you. I'll still be around, I'll visit whenever I can. Wait for me?''
He knew he couldn't ask like that and some part of him felt that you wanted to take his deal but you couldn't. Seeing you kiss his cheek, he wondered why you were so hopeful but who was he to crush it? He didn't want to and he believed you. Of course he would say yes.
Tags for my favourite mutuals ever · 3 ·
@fukunaagal (I want toji hate in return.♡)
@milkpup (It has a happy ending, don't worry.)
Before anyone tries to come after me and say ''Oh but his cursed energy doesn't work in wet situations!'' , please don't mention it I'm aware of the whole it doesn't work in water but I'm just really bricked up for him 😔
