I Don't Know How to Love, Only to Devour - SukuShoko
Chapter 1 - Rainy Beginnings
It's been a year since he died. Rain is pouring down in the graveyard, the cold water bouncing off the stones, as the women stand in the midst of the storm. She forgot her umbrella; actually, she didn’t care to bring one. She feels the goosebumps form in her skin as her body begins to shrivel from the cold. She hears footsteps behind her as a shadow looms over her; the rain suddenly stops.
“It’s been a year already, hasn’t it, Doctor?"
The doctor doesn't turn around to the gruff and exhausted voice behind her. She gives them a nod of acknowledgement as she continues to stare at the grave…
The figure behind her chuckles from the lack of acknowledgment. He moves towards the side of the doctor as he holds his umbrella over her.
“It’s strange; he hasn’t left my mind since the day he died.” The figure reminisces.
"You mean since the day you killed him?" The doctor snaps at him. Her focus remained on the gravestone. The figure's four eyes shift towards her as he sees the emotion building up; he decides it's best to remain quiet. The silence was palpable after. The sounds of the rain crashing into the umbrella built up the tension more.
“I apologize; I shall leave you to mourn, Doctor.” The figure shifts his body around to make his exit; he turns his head to give one last look to the grave when she calls him out.
“Ryoumen Sukuna, why are you here?” The doctor finally turns to look at him, her eyes shining in the moonlight as rain pours down her. She is shaking; whether from anger or from the cold, she can’t tell. Sukuna is startled, then goes back to his normal poker face as he rubs his face in thought, his bottom 2 arms resting on his hips.
The doctor looks at him, waiting for an answer, as he finally stops rubbing his chin. Sukuna turns his head towards her and stares into her eyes. His dark red eyes stared into her fragile soul.
“To satiate a curiosity, Ieri Shoko”
One year ago, Satoru Gojo died. One year ago, Ryoumen Sukuna was given another chance of life. Yuuji has finally placed him into his domain; the world is watching in silence, not knowing what's happening inside. It's quiet; the remaining sorcerers remain still, prepared for battle as the viewers make prayers, final wills, or jump off their seats through the screen. It shatters; the domain suddenly comes apart as an intense dust cloud is formed in the battlefield. They can only see the obscured shadows inside it. The 7’2 curse looms over the 5’8 boy; the boy stands firm, staring at the shadow. The curse nods at the boy, then turns around and walks away. Everyone stared in disbelief when the King of Curses threw the towel and walked off the ring. The dust settles; what's left is Yuuji Itadori holding Megumi Fushiguro. The King of Curses has been missing since then.
We cut back to the cemetery as Shoko is staring down the king. She has questions, and she hopes he will give her the answer she wants.
“What curiosity could you have left here?” Shoko says, tilting her head in confusion.
“I wandered through Japan for the past year and have found nothing that fulfills me."
"Boo-hoo, the cannibal was roaming like a lost puppy."
“Heh, guess I was… I came across a thought that wouldn’t leave me 6 months into my journey, and now I’m here to satiate it.”
“Gonna kill yourself in honor of the sins you’ve done or something?”
“Hah, you wish I cared that much about my sins. I don't regret anything I have done. I lived as a curse and lived the way I chose."
Shoko turns her head away upon hearing the statement. To live as free as he did, she envies it. All she knows is regret; living as a sorceress, she has only known regret. Seeing how her friends died, she knows she will die with regret.
Sukuna, hearing no response, continues his babble. “You have caught my eye; you have a gift that a special few have, so I simply wish to observe and understand your powers.”
Shoko's eyes widened at what he spoke; there’s no way he actually has interest in me, she thinks to herself as she stares confusedly at Sukuna.
“To understand why you became somebody who lived on the sidelines, with regret like no living being I’ve met." He spoke in such a condescending and asinine way that all Shoko could do was give a light chuckle to that statement.
“So, what, you want to stalk me or something?"
Sukuna shrugs his shoulders, and a light smirk forms. “You can call it that if you’d like."
Shoko turns her head to the grave; she sighs and gives one last smile to her old friend. She turns back and stares into the monster that killed him. She walks towards him, slaps his chest lightly with her arm, and keeps moving forward.
“Do whatever you want, like I’d care."
Sukuna now fully smiles at that response.
“Are you giving me permission?” He asks with a slight, gleeful tone as he begins to follow her,
“I guess you can satiate your weird interest in me while I get to research the biggest anatomical anomaly in history. Sounds like a fair trade.” She says monotonically as she makes her way to the exit.
"Sounds fair to me.” Sukuna states as he continues to follow behind her.
He continues to follow her for a moment, then suddenly disappears from behind her. She continued to walk, not caring whether he was going to stay or not. She makes her way to her car, searches her messy purse, grabs a small key, and uses it to unlock her old Toyota Corolla. She smiles at the memory of Gojo and Geto making fun of her for getting such a shitty car. The joke is on them; this beat-up Corolla outlived both Gojo and Geto. She chuckles as she opens her car door and steps inside. She reclines the chair back, staring into her car ceiling. Memories of the past are flowing in as nostalgia hits her; the memories slowly morph into the nightmare of her friends' deaths and the death of the man she cared for the most, the nightmare shaping itself into his killer. Now her thoughts linger on her conversation with the King of Curses himself and his confessed interest. She really is a magnet for monsters, isn't she? She sighs as she fixes her chair back to the steering wheel and starts the car.
“Man… I need a cigarette.”
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