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honest to god i forgot Simurians have their own version of a hookah, i know you already mentioned Dabura once smoking the said hookah in one of your drabbles and honestly? we need more so now i’m thinking of so many scenarios because unfortunately, i find the vision rather hot 😋
IT IS agsjdkddk it's something he picked up from Dura and now just smokes it when he's bored (meaning he smoked alot on the Naunax while lounging on his throne and staring at space lmao)
HSHSHHAHAHS Dabura with his wife, Cross and Maru with their respective girlfriends watching the world cup together and getting jealous over a footballer because their lovers just seems so giddy and heartstruck when that famous athlete made a goal
inspired by:
https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSCunARp8/
and:
https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSCunroyR/
Sending them reels and edits of those players or even having them on their phone's home screen 😭 The fact that they have to now cheer for their own team's downfall because of this 😭
You were taken by a white haired monk while fishing in the river.
You were struggling and begging them to let you go. You hadn't done anything wrong. But the moment you realized who this person served, you knew you had no choice but to accept your fate.
"You are not to speak to him until you are spoken to." The monk—Uraume hissed as they lead you towards Ryomen Sukuna's chambers. You swallowed. The tray you were carrying shaking in your grasp. You steadied your grip and nodded.
You weren't told why you were here and why you were tasked to serve him. Uraume didn't tell you anything. All you were told was that if you served the King of Curses well, your life will be spared.
"I cannot enter the room. Knock twice and when he tells you to enter, you enter." Was the last instruction Uraume gave you before walking away.
Your heart raced as you stared at the shoji screen in front of you. Even through the door, you could feel it. The suffocating aura. You swallowed and took a deep breath before knocking on the door gently. Twice.
"Enter."
---
Sukuna prided himself for being who he was and the reputation he had made for himself in Japan.
But even he had to admit that—this time—he made a stupid mistake.
The sorcerer had a useless technique but it was a technique that was now a severe headache to him.
After killing that sorcerer, within an hour he felt his vision getting blurrier and blurrier. When Uraume came to his aid, they too had the same effect but the difference was that Uraume hadn't been hit with this technique.
"No." He hissed out at the young sorcerer. "Do not come near me. It seems the effects of this technique transfer to those with cursed energy. Find a mere human to take over your tasks. If they do well, spare them."
And now he found himself within his chambers, his vision completely pitch black. He decided to take this moment of.... weakness as an opportunity to sharpen his other senses. He concentrated on the birds singing softly, the rustle of the leaves in the gentle wind and the footsteps of Uraume and someone else.
It looks like they found a servant.
"Enter." He simply said when he heard your timid knock. The shoji door hesitantly slid open. He heard the rustling of someone taking off their sandles, the muffled footsteps of someone shuffling towards him and placing the tray of food in front of him.
He caught a whiff of your scent. You smelled like the morning dew. It was so etched in your skin that he easily deduced that you lived in the forest.
"What did you bring me?" He asked as he navigated his hand towards the tray to find and pick up his chopsticks. He could already smell what it was but he wanted to play with this servant a little longer. He's not going to make it easy for them around here.
"Your... dinner, my lord."
Ah, a woman.
"I know it's my dinner, woman. But what's on the plate?" He said with a smirk.
"Rice... Sake... Vegetables and meat—"
"What kind of meat?"
"I... I'm not sure. Uraume did not tell me."
Sukuna chuckled as he moved his food around with the chopsticks. "Hm... Would you like to taste it?"
He heard you swallow. He grinned.
"No, thank you, my lord. I already ate."
"A pity." He hummed and took a bite.
----
You thought Ryomen Sukuna's appearance was nothing but mere rumors. There's no way there was a man in Japan with four arms and four eyes.
But it turns out you were dead wrong.
Here you were, standing in the very chambers of this man, watching as he navigated—a little clumsily—to eat his dinner. He gathered the food on his chopsticks, brought it up to his nose to smell it before taking the bite.
You were somewhat hypnotised by the way his four arms moved. Two holding two different bowls and one holding his chopsticks while one rested on his knee. The gruesome mouth on his stomach stuck its tongue out to lick its lips before treating back.
And his eyes? His misshapen eyes were clouded white as he stared dead ahead. He was blind. The rumors had talked about his perceptive vision brought by his four eyes but it seemed an accident had taken that vision away.
Is that why you were brought in? To... assist him as he recovers?
You weren't sure what to think.
You watched as he picked up the cup and the bottle of sake. When he tried to pour it, it spilled on the tray.
You moved without thinking.
"Ah, let me—"
You didn't dare look up at him as you gently adjusted his hands so he could pour it in the cup. When you realized what you had done, you pulled your hands away and bowed deeply.
"Forgive me. I—"
"Hm." He grunted as he down the sake in a single swing. "...Take this away. I'm done."
You didn't hesitate to quickly clean up, gather the tray and leave the room.
----
Sukuna gritted his teeth in frustration. If he could glare right now he swore it would have set the entire province on fire.
It's been a week and this useless technique still hasn't wore off.
Now, Sukuna was a capable man. He could easily walk around the estate without bumping into anything (For Uraume's sake, he stayed far away from the kitchen.) or walk around the surrounding forest. He practiced using his cursed technique without relying on sight, hunting animals merely with his sense of smell and hearing. It was challenging but Sukuna loved challenges after all.
But there was one problem that frustrated him beyond anything.
"Enter." He grunted when he heard your timid knock again.
----
You've been "working" here for a week. You were used to it now. You had your own small quarters near Uraume's. You've became sort of an assistant to them, helping them in the kitchen (you didn't dare to touch the meat), doing chores around the estate and most importantly, bringing Lord Sukuna his food.
It was always the same thing, bring him food, wait until he's finished and then take it away. Sometimes he talks to you. Sometimes he stays silent. You weren't sure what was worse.
But then one day when you entered, you saw something interesting.
Lord Sukuna was sitting on his tatami mat as usual but he had scrolls laying out in front of him. He was frowning deeply as he traced the corner of the page before tossing the scroll away. He lifted his hand and gestured at you to come forward.
You obeyed like usual, placing his tray in front of him. But as you did, you couldn't help but glance at the scroll and realized what it was.
"Ariwara no Narihira...?" You mumbled without thinking.
"Hm?"
You flinched when you realized he heard you. "Oh—Uh—Forgive me, my lord. I didn't mean to—"
"You know how to read, woman?"
You bit your lip. "Yes... My mother taught me how to read and write. She was a poet." You glanced back to the scroll. "I know Ariwara no Narihira's work. His poetry on nature was inspiring."
Sukuna stayed quiet at your words. For a moment, you believed that you had offended him and that this was the end of the line for you. But then he picked up his chopsticks and said:
"Pick up the scroll. Read for me."
----
After that, you read for him.
It seems your mother had taught you well. You were fluent, you knew how to put the right emotions into every poem to the point that Sukuna could feel it within him.
Even your voice was soft. It was... Calming. Like the sound of a steady flowing stream of water.
It became a routine. Whenever you came, Sukuna found himself asking demanding you to read poems for him. He could tell just by the sound of your voice that you enjoyed doing this.
It came to a point where he found himself seeking you out when he was bored.
"There you are. Read for me." He demanded the moment he sensed he had finally stumbled across you. Your sweet scent was familiar to him now and your soothing voice had been humming softly.
And somewhere along the way simply reading for him somehow turned into discussing the meaning of each poems.
"The poem has a possible hidden meaning."
"That's an absurd conclusion you've drawn from it."
He heard you giggle.
"My lord, it's right here. In the last two lines 'flowing under the crimson river'..." You took a deep breath before continuing, your cheeks tinted pink. "It can also be interpreted as a water flowing under autumn leaves... Something that alludes to undying love."
He stayed quiet but could tell you were smiling softly. "It's wonderful, really."
----
One day, when you were brushing your hair, Uraume came into your room.
"Lord Sukuna has gained his vision. He doesn't need you anymore. Get out."
And just like that. It was over. You were free to leave and go back home.
But as you slowly made your way back to your little house by the river... your heart felt heavy. You should be overjoyed. You were spared by the notorious King of Curses!
But that's not what it felt like. He wasn't like the rumors you had heard. He was a well educated man and even the nobleman in Heian-Kyo paled in comparison to the knowledge he possessed. His discussions and debates were truly wonderful and the the highlights of your experience there.
You bit your lip. You will never come across a man like him ever again.
One day, you were sitting on the veranda, watching the way the autumn leaves gently fell on the puddles from yesterday's rainfall. You watched the way they created soft ripples and smiled softly.
Your scroll and calligraphy set was in front of you. You gently picked up the brush, ready to write the first character when—
"So this is where you live."
You screeched and turned around to see Ryomen Sukuna standing there in all his glory. One set of arms crossed, another on his hips. His eyes—now devoid of that lifeless look—burned a fiery shade of red. His bored gaze looked around your house before finally landing on you.
"Hmph, shabby but suits a woman like you."
You willed your heart to calmed down and saw the way his lips twitched up, perhaps at the way he made you jump. But then his interest shifted to your scroll.
"You're writing."
You bit your lip and nodded. "Yes... I was about to write a poem about the way the autumn leaves create ripples on the puddles." You smiled.
His focus shifted to the puddles in front of your house. "I see."
You shyly tucked your hair behind your ear. "... Would you like to join me, my lord?"
---
Sukuna wasn't the type of man to bother remembering most of the people he came across.
But you weren't most people, were you?
He had imagined you to look fragile. Soft. But what he had imagined didn't do justice to who you actually were. With your gentle smile, radiant eyes. The autumn breeze gently caressing your hair...
"Yes." He answered.
You beamed at him. Your eyes shining at him with an adoration that almost took his breath away.
He sat down next to you.
And under the chilly autumn day, while your gaze was focused on your poem, his gaze never left your face.
Dabura taking his human wife to Simuria is nice and all but what if he has to leave her on Earth... What if they miss each other... What if they YEARN...
