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A stray blast from an unknown Curse wouldn’t typically have the school up in arms, so to say, it wasn’t all that far-fetched for their students to face such hardships in the course of their education. Had it been any one of their other students, perhaps they wouldn’t be at such Extreme’s, but it wasn’t just any of their students that got hit with an Unknown Cursed Energy.
It had to be the one and only student currently housing one King Of Curses. In other words, Itadori Yuuji was no longer housing Ryoumen Sukuna, a direct impact hit had the Man’s Soul falling backwards from the Teen’s Mortal Shell with shock etched on his clear Features and the World quite literally exploded .
Now they had Sukuna free from his Vessel far sooner than expected and well….Yuuji wasn’t happy with the course of events. Not that he could say as such properly.
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“Sukuna-sama, the child was born healthy, a son. Would it please you to see him?”
The Birth had taken hours, beginning in the early onset of the evening and lasting well into the night, his hunger sedated by the screams of the Woman going through the pains and labors of Childbirth in the Antechamber of his own Rooms. Sukuna held no affection for the one unfortunate enough to be burdened with the task of baring him a Child, a successor, a Prince for the King. She was but an ant, a means to an end, only alive due to her Worth until her purpose was fulfilled and Death came for her as it did all the rest who failed to gift him with an Heir worthy of the King Of Curses.
Daughters he had no need for, though slaughtering his own Offspring leaves a poor taste even within his own mouth, three Daughters he’d Fathered while only two survived Infancy and a single one Survived to childhood, to carry on the Lineage a Son was required.
Sukuna held no affection for those who birthed his Children to carry on his Legacy, but even he must submit to the whims of little ones born to him, his one true weakness being that of the only Creations he’d played a substantial part in crafting that held not a single ounce of the Darkness that tainted his very Essence.
“Has Hikari been put down for the night?” His only surviving Daughter, the first glimpses of warmth after a brutal deep winter, merely four years upon this earth and he was smitten. “I know she wished to wait until her Brother finally graced upon us his arrival though I forbade it, I know of her trying to disobey, is she tucked in for sleep?”
“Yes, Sukuna-sama, the Princess has been settled in for a nights rest.” The loyal servant he hasn’t the care to learn the Identity of bows ever lower. “She takes after her Father. You must be filled with much Pride.”
“My heart swells with it.” Standing from his Throne within the Shrine that served as his Home and thus the Home of his Progeny, Sukuna regards the commoner with disinterest as he steps forward, his Servants knew to remain in the submissive position until he released them. Perhaps it would be of interest to see how long this one could last. “My Son was born in good health. I wish to see for myself the truth in your words.”
The Babe’s mother stayed within the Antechamber to his Rooms, she has never been permitted to enter his inner most personal Domain and she never will be for the remainder of her shortened lifespan, his children would suckle from the breast of their mothers until they could be weened and at that point he allowed them a merciful death. Quick and painless. In contrast, the Babe was moved from the Mother’s Antechamber to his own after they’d been cleaned of the mess of Birth, his Daughters had been akin to the rarest of Gems only to be bestowed upon the World every one thousand years.
Sukuna was a soft Father. His children were his joy.
A Son though, something he’d been trying for since the Idea of an Heir to carry his Legacy first struck him, the planets must have fallen into alignment to grant him such a Gift. Three Daughters, only one surviving for him to wake come sunrise in the next coming hours, and Sukuna was starting to feel the symptoms of Irritation taking hold.
Though merciful compared to the deaths of the rest he deemed unworthy of baring his Children, his displeasure at the ineptitude of the mothers of his Daughters had been known, but this one Woman out of the rest had earned his rarely given Gratitude.
He was given a Son by the latest woman. Perfect in every sense of the word. “Hello, my little Prince.” Sukuna peers over the side of the bundle, the babe within the blankets and furs meets his crimson gaze with golden hues, pale smooth skin with an almost luminescent quality in the flickering light from the paper lanterns. “Welcome, Prince Of Curses, I am most happy to meet you.”
Hands gentle, he’s mindful of his sharp talon nails as he curls his fingers under the Babe’s small vulnerable form, so easy to harm and more so to kill, he lifts the newborn from its resting place to hold against his chest. “You are my Only Son, my First Son, Little Yuji, and to you I will give The World.”
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“Sukunaaaa!” The voice of that insect Sorcerer still makes him want to splatter the wall in gallons of blood, even still, his curiosity of what became of his poor waste of a Vessel is an annoyance he’s willing to sacrifice the slightest tinge of his time to. “Think you could be a dear and give us a hand, or two, or three, or fo– ”
“Get on with it, Pest.” Sukuna’s also preoccupied with his current form, not his True Form, not completely. But not his human form either. Not completely. A balance of the two. Yes, he’ll begrudgingly admit, his likeness to the annoying babbling Brat is uncanny. “My patience wears thin, dare you find what I can do even with such limited power should my patience wear out completely?”
“I always found it odd that adorable little Yuuji was such a perfect fit for you.” Gojo’s smile hides many things and as he stares through it nothing gives the intention of poor will. “I did a bit of digging, read a few books, I know–I know–I can read, it's just not my favorite pastime. Do you wanna know what I came upon in the midst of my binging?” The Human-made God growls at the implications of the question being posed. “I can’t even begin to imagine what you had to do to get some poor Blossom to bed with you, let alone carry to full term, did the Great Sukuna show any emotion when he first laid his eyes on his only True Creation ?”
“You dare—”
“--And now we’ve got this tiny little Prince Of Curses who’s half a hairs break away from a tantrum of epic proportions!” The Sorcerer grins at the surge of the captive man jumping forward. “Say, what kind of papa were you, Sukuna, because I like to picture it as this –Big Bad Curse melting into the softest big bad teddy bear at the mere glance of those adorable huge sun gold eyes–” Just like that, the Limitless User pauses, tilting his head. “Think you can keep your cute lil Curse Cub from taking out half the school?” There sways the keys to his confinements from the tip of the Sorcerer’s finger. “The others are against the idea of bringing you two together but I gotta say, I wanna see some Daddy Sukuna in action for my own eyes, just know if you harm a hair on that adorable little head you’re as good as dead!”
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“Chichi, did he come, did he!” Sukuna hums deeply to the excited light voice filled with the utmost elated curiosity, rough with sleep, the Curse feels the weight of the child crawling up over him before he actually lays his eyes on her. “Is Otouto here, Chichi, did he come last night? I fell asleep before I could find out! Chichi!” A finger pokes incessantly at his cheek. Perhaps his Servant wasn’t too far off. His only Daughter was far too much like himself. “Chichi, you have to wake up! I need to know if Otouto came while I was sleeping! Chichi! Chichi! Chichi!”
Any other daring enough to interrupt his slumber would be met with a drawn out and savage demise. He’s a soft man for his Children though. Hikari is his Beauty. Her shriek of surprise as he turns them both over, their positions changing rather suddenly, is the sweetest Nectar only Outdone by her sweet tinkling laughter. “Nohoho! Chichi thahahahat tiihihihickles!” Nuzzling deep into the side of his Fledgling’s neck, smooth and warm to the touch, Sukuna savors her bell chime laughter as he presses in a kiss to the skin. “Chichi your kisses tickles!”
“Do they, my Princess?” He presses another met with another peal of bright laughter. “Perhaps I shall shower you with them so as to assist you in growing immune to their power.” Another, two more, her squeal of laughter makes his ear ring only slightly and it does nothing to stop him from gifting a third kiss. “Chichi must ensure his Daughter is strong and fierce afterall. To be born to my Legacy. You must be hard as stone.”
Four years old this Summer and she had undeniable Power. To have the likes of him bowing to her whim and fancy was Unimaginable.
Sukuna takes his time rising for the day, with his Newborn suckling from his Mother’s tit, the allowance to spend a private moment with his only other Child is one he capitalizes on. Hikari is his Heart and Soul, with Little Yuji as his Pride and Joy, Sukuna has no need to continue dirtying himself by laying with the ilk of Humanity. Not for the purpose he now has fulfilled.
His Daughter takes after him in appearance just as she does personality, with crimson eyes and his Markings, she was gifted the sleek shiny strands of obsidian hair from her Mother with skin as pale as the moon. It was a wondrous waiting game to see what traits his Son would take from him as he grew from a Babe to a Child.
“Do Chichi’s kisses still tickle you so now, my beloved little Hika?” The squeals of laughter that kissing into her tummy elicits answers that particular question. “Oh, they seem to tickle you even more than before, perhaps I missed a crucial step along the way.” Sukuna smiles at the accusation she thrusts at him, earning another round of kisses for her tummy as punishment for her daring to accuse him of anything, her squeals and the feeling of her kicking little feet under his chest are most endearing. “Are you saying Chichi knows how much his kisses tickle and he’s tricked you, little one, I’d be careful considering Chichi has an ample amount of kisses he can provide this most delectable tummy you’ve got here just beseeching for more of Chichi’s kisses.”
It pains him, like a lance through his Cursed Heart, to carry the knowledge that he never got to form such relationship with his two Lost Daughters before little Hikari proved her Strength in succeeding where they had fallen short. Perhaps that was the reason Sukuna doted as much as he does on the little girl that remains where her sisters couldn’t.
Ayaka was the first of his children born into this cruel world, the first of his three Daughters, she was born in health but came down with illness in her first Winter. Genuine in her grace and as delicate as a wilting flower, Sukuna had marveled that something so beautifully Pure could come from someone as tainted as him, he held her close even as he felt her Life dwindling like the last hints of Autumn giving way to the harsh Cold of Winter. Cradling her in his embrace, not even a full year had she been with him, he’d comforted her until her last rattling breath.
Curses can still feel emotion. The pain he’d felt in that moment, her tiny chest falling still, a blinding sorrow gripped his heart in sharp relentless claws. Sukuna knew in that moment finding happiness wasn’t going to be something that came easy for him. Fate was a Cruel Mistress.
Yuzuki had been his second child, second Daughter born to him, her birth had been a quiet one. She was born as pale as the moon, her health was not permitting, his Second Princess Of Curses was born with illness but so too with his Stubbornness in equal measure. Sukuna held no hope to see her grow beyond childhood, but she lived far past that of her Lost Onee, allowing him the Elation of witnessing someone so small take their first steps. Her eyes were his eyes, but they held such gentleness and kindness, more than his have in years.
She too was not meant to be.
And then he was gifted Little Hikari, her mother was a sick woman, but the only one left with the ability to conceive children in the wake of the savage assault he’d laid upon a village in his grief for he beloved Yuzuki’s death. Sukuna had feared, greatly but silently, that he’d lose this one too given the condition of the mother. She earned her Title as his Heiress, Little Hikari was born loud and bold, her soul far stronger than anything he’d ever seen before.
She survived Infancy. Made it through her first year. Then her second. The manner in which the Curse felt such elation at her first steps to him was indescribable. By her third year, Sukuna felt the fear of carrying another loss start to dwindle, at her garbled first call of ‘Chichi!’. Wrapped around that little delicate finger in that very moment.
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Sukuna is pleased to see that he’s at the very least been supplied the dress he prefers, call him vain, but his Kimono could be made of nothing but the purest fabrics. The way it brushed over his skin made it all worth it.
His pleasure at simple fabric selections has nothing on his pleasure for this moment. “Now, now, my little Hatobito. There’s no need to act so cross.” Seated on the Infirmary bed between them all is the boy in question, small for his age, even with his Paternal DNA, Itadori Yuuji was never quite as he seemed. The King of Curses wasn’t the only one who had Incarnated with the passing of time. His most well kept secret Incarnated too. “Take a breath, a deep breath.” Several inhales echo through the half silence as large fingers curl around the torso of a toddler the same size as Sukuna’s left bicep. Really, he’s Evil to the very core, but he’s not without morals. Sukuna would never think to harm his own little beloved creation. “A big breath for Chichi.” He was weak to nothing but his Children. “Show me your big breath.”
Cheeks red, eyes puffy, little fingers curl in his hair as he’s lifted above the Curse’s head. The resemblance was too alike to be coincidence because it was . The ink trails were hereditary it appears, little fangs make the whole thing all that much more adorable, little claws tangle in spiked peach hair. “B–Big breath Chichi!”
Sukuna smiles up at the boy. “Yes, a big breath for Chichi, let me see it.” It's offputting how gentle such an Enigma can be when they know of the Crimes he’s Committed. “ What a big breath that was.” The boy can’t be older than two, three years at most, and his break-through giggles as he tries to keep hold of that big breath is too much. “Let it go , my playful little kit.” Gojo is much too smug, Nanami smacks him for it, about the way the Curse before them melts at the manner the little one giggles freely when the free finger of another hand pokes at his little chubby tummy over his kimono. Little Yuuji curls inwards, legs bending slightly as he does, giggles overtaking his sniffles in finality. “Settled, my Little One?”
“Calm, Chichi. Like a turtle!” Who is he to deny the demands of his Prince when two little hands reach down for him, tiny fingers uncurling from within his signature hair, one simply doesn’t deny the Prince Of Curses his snuggles when he desires them. Not even the King is that Brave to dare a try. “I miss you, Chichi. You say you come back when the sun says night-night but you stay gone.” A few mouths fall open in shock at the sight and sound of a little hand smacking the King Of Curse’s on the cheek. “ Bad Chichi! You did a bad ! Say you sorry, Chichi, you in big trouble!”
“I see. How foolish of me, my Prince is Cross, I can’t believe I thought to assume otherwise.” Sukuna’s amusement is palpable, pressing his cheek into the small hand that had remained where it was after a second smack, angry gold orbs glaring damn near close to where his soul should be. “What does my Prince wish from me in righting this most vilest of Wrongs?”
“Down, Chichi! Down!” Yuuji wasn’t going to take this opportunity of submission from Chichi for granted. Even if it wasn’t True at its core. The three year old would take what he could. “Good. Chichi, you gotta do what I says to!” Set on his feet as he demanded to be, the rustling of fabric as the Young Prince rushes around, small barefeet smacking the floor of the infirmary and mind seemingly not minding to notice the presence of the other Sorcerers with them. He wanted Chichi to Bow . “I very mad at you, Chichi, you did big bad!”
Chichi was big, even like this, he was still very big. Yuuji knew he needed room for this part, Chichi never ever Bowed to anyone, not even Haha , but if Chichi wanted any more of his goodest hugs and kisses then he’d Bow for Yuuji .
There’s something about a child as small as the boy is, barely stands at an even Height with the latest Doll in Principle Yaga’s Collection, red and black silk kimono flowing around him like water in a stream, glaring up at the Infamous King Of Curses with a tiny itty bitty finger pointing up at him filled to the brim with Accusation that is very difficult not to smile at. “Chichi Bow!” Sukuna’s eyebrows lift at the sharp command thrown at him. “Prince says you gots to Bow!”
“You think I’d go so far as to Bow to you, My Prince, to gain your Favor once more?” He folds one set of arms behind him and the other in the sleeves of his Kimono . “The King never Bows to anyone and he shall not start now. Not even for you. Remember your Place , my Little Prince.”
“ Chichi !” Is that a tug on his Cursed Energy he feels, oh, his Little Cub was not to be trifled with at the moment. Not at all. “ Bow!”
Yuuji was still young, too young to access the Cursed Energy he’d inherited through Birthright. Sukuna kept careful watch to ensure he never managed to truly access it. Not yet. Perhaps when he’s older. He can remember numerous occasions he’s felt such a tug as the one now at his Cursed Energy from the infuriated Toddler.
Stepping forward, the Curse unfolds his arms–both sets–his Little One was a force to reckon with just as his Chichi was, it was out of amusement and endearment that the King lowers himself to his knees. Never again shall this day come to pass, Sukuna would never lower himself to Bow to anyone, outside of his cranky most beloved Prince.
Honey brown eyes fill with glee the moment Chichi lowers himself, triumphant, little hands rest on his hips sternly as he wiggles his little right barefoot in silent command. Chichi raises an eyebrow at the impudent act, the brat should count his Blessing’s he’s gotten him this far into a Bow, he still smirks though, huffing as he lowers himself completely.
The room is at a standstill .
Centered around the form of a small baby Ryoumen Yuuji and the King Of Curses he has resting his temple over his itty bitty little foot. Bowed at his little feet.
Satoru whistles, breaks the glass silence, and the room moves once again. “Well, I can honestly say I didn’t expect that !” He cheers a laugh. “The Prince Of Curses really does have untold Power!” The silver haired man gestures at his companions. “And you all doubted my idea, for shame , you should listen to me more !”
“Chichi, you gots to say sorry for not saving you words.” Yuuji feels his anger is justified, Chichi always told him and Onee about how important one’s Word was, one must never say anything without Intention and Meaning, because words are Powerful Objects. “Then you kiss my toeses and can stop Bowing.”
“While you do have my most sincerest apologies for hurting you so deeply, my Prince.” The toddler squeals, trying to jump back, when the Bowing Curse King lifts his head to meet his gaze. “I will never press my lips to the foot of another.” It’s not hard to see why the well kept Secret of the King Of Curses was just that, a well kept secret , the Curse melted for the boy. Though it's not his toeses that are met with Chichi’s lips, the Little One shrieks with giggles once the peppering of kisses over his chubby cheeks has come to a pause, cradled in Sukuna’s arms carefully and tender. This little boy had the World’s Strongest Curse wrapped around his finger. “I can think of a few other spots to press my lips to, My Prince, shall I show you?”
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“Chichi, Otouto looks just like you!” Hikari knew not to ask where Yuji’s Okaasan went after she stopped feeding her Otouto like baby’s needed to be fed, Chichi never raised his voice nor got angry, but she’d asked once where another Okaasan had gone once and though Chichi hadn’t gotten angry at her for it he was still not happy and she doesn’t like it when Chichi isn’t happy, so she doesn’t ask anymore so Chichi doesn’t stop being happy. “He’s got my Marks too, Chichi, just like I got from you!”
Sukuna chuckles softly, his attention focused primarily on the feeding Babe in his arms, but spares an ounce of it for his other child leaning over his thigh. “You both get them from me, Hika, it doesn’t work that way.” The Babe whines as his meal is interrupted by the accidental slip of his wrist. “Sorry, sorry, my Prince. Chichi didn’t mean to disturb your feast of warm milk.”
His fears that Hikari would not be taken with her Otouto had been for nothing. “Chichi, can I try?”
“Of course, come quick, come now, lest your Otouto get cranky for us disturbing his meal.” The Curse lifts his one arm, the bottle pulled from the Babe’s mouth for only a short minute or two, allowing his Daughter to crawl quickly into his lap as to see her request through. Sukuna maintains proper hold of the Infant Boy, but rests him in his Onee’s little lap for show, letting small fingers curl around the bottle filled with the boy’s warm milk before curling his around them to guide her through the endeavor. “Be careful when feeding him, don’t be forceful, he may choke if he’s not in the mood to feed and you try to make him do so. You brush the soft end of the bottle over his lip.” Though he holds the bottle steady, he allows her to follow through with the physical motions to his instructions, watching over her soft burgundy shoulder as she rubs the soft end of the bottle over Otouto’s lips just as he’d instructed. “Let him take to it, just entice him like this until he does, if Otouto turns away he’s had his fill.”
Sukuna smiles to the sound of his Daughter’s excited soft coo as her Otouto takes to his bottle once more. Oh yes, his fears have been conquered of sibling strife between them, she was taken with her Otouto.
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Holding his Prince in his arms is a bittersweet reunion. Sukuna wouldn’t look upon this gift he was granted by Fate with selfishness and the tune of an ungrateful man, don’t look with greed upon those who give you something so Rare, Yuji having Incarnated with him will be something he’s forever grateful for.
Only his Little Hikari would complete this Perfect World.
If he must continue to eternally mourn one so may have the other in his keeping, he’d do so with a heavy heart, but to demand more than was given freely would be improper. The consequences for such greed could mean losing both once more. Sukuna hadn’t survived the aftermath of his Childrens slaying the first time, nor had half the World , there would be nothing left if he faced as such again. If he was not permitted to keep his World then he saw no reason it was fit for the ones who took his from him to keep theirs.
“Chichi, do you think Onee is happy, wherever she is….” Yuji lifts away from the King’s shoulder to meet his eyes, twin in appearance, one set filled with Love and Kindness, the other filled with Fire and Protectiveness. “Do you think Onee is happy?”
“I think your Onee is very happy, my little one.” Sukuna brushes the child’s cheek with his thumb. “She smiles down on us where she awaits us in Paradise, eager but patient , your Onee is very happy.”
It appeases the child into silence, though the ache lingers in the man’s chest at the thought of his missing Daughter, he refrains from making it obvious to the child he carries with him. Sukuna slowly allows his memories of her to fade, drift off with the paper lantern candles in the river in his mind, wanting to never taint her memory nor taint the Second Life he was granted with his only remaining Child. Yuji had barely just started to grow when his life had been cut short, to be permitted to see it continue to do so was a gift, he was as brilliant as the sun was bright.
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“Sukuna-sama! Come quick! Come! Hikari-sama is missing! We can’t find her anywhere within the Shrine!”
His heart grows as cold as ice. Sukuna knows he has an uncountable list of enemies that was growing with every passing week, he kept his Children hidden away from the World below their Mountain Home for just that reason, no one was brave enough to dare try and break into his Domain.
“Were you playing games with her, she knows not to wander off the Grounds, the threat of my hand to her bottom was enough to keep her from trying to do so.” Still, he’s rising, with haste to see for himself. Jest, this all had to be a jest, they were toying with him. Sukuna would play the part of Enraged but without any real heat in his Vengeance for frightening him so horribly. “Where was my Daughter last seen and with whom was she last seen?”
It’s the sharp cries of his infant son that has him leaving the Servants behind in his haste to get to the Childrens Room. Hikari and Yuji shared the Nursery Setting, rounding the corner of the entrance, his eyes widened to the damage left in the wake of an Intruder neither himself nor the rest had sensed among them. Sukuna steps over the broken debris, lifting his infant son from his bed into his embrace, wanting to hold him close until the Intruder was located–tortured for information they retained–and brutally slaughtered by his hand personally for thinking to lay a finger on either of his Children.
This was no game, there was no joke being played upon him, Yuji’s fright is far too real, the fear and anxiousness of the Servants far too genuine. Someone had broken into his Shrine, right under his nose, even worse they’d gotten to his Children without anyone noticing anything out of place, and now Sukuna was left reeling at the mysterious disappearance of his only Daughter as his Infant Son wailed in his arms.
“Search for her, no one is to return without news or anything pertinent, I don’t care what lengths you must go to.” He hugs his only remaining child close to his chest as the unfamiliar fear of a Parent with a Missing Child overcomes him. “Kill any who think to stop you, I care not for anyone but my Daughter, find her.”
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“Chichi! Chichi!” Sukuna had always pondered just what the boy’s “Mine” Stage would produce for him, it was different for every child, Hikari had a thing with rocks she considered to be of the most prettiest sort. “Look’it what I found! See Chichi! Look!”
“Yuji, my beloved son, that is a person .” Why couldn’t it be rocks, or bugs, or anything remotely normal. His son was in the midst of his “Mine” Stage and Sukuna was gazing upon a whole ass person . “Who might this be, little one?”
Okay, this may be the inner Chichi in him driving at the moment, Sukuna decides after Four Children of his own he can claim such an Intuition as that, but he eyes the other before him critically. If Yuji was going to bring his findings to Chichi with as much delight as he had now then Sukuna would be damned if he was to be the one to ruin the feeling. Even if the findings were whole ass people.
“This is my new friend, Chichi, he said his name is Choso!” Inner Chichi analyzing here, this is a Curse. It would be an insult if Sukuna got to where he is now and didn’t recognize a Curse when he sees one, young in age, a Fledgling. Can’t be older than Two Hundred years at most. His cursed energy feels odd too, perhaps due to the humanity mixing with the Cursed Spirit in perfect harmony, that aside, does this child ever actually sleep , he looks half ready to keel over. “He’s my Onii, Chichi, can he be? Can he Chichi? His Chichi is very mean, and I told him that you’re really nice, Chichi, can you be his Chichi too? Pleeease !”
So, this was a revelation, his son was not just bringing actual people to him as if a most interesting Find that was among the “Mine” treasures. Sukuna’s little one was bringing him actual people who he declared was part of their family too. “I see, Choso was it?” The young man, truly it's more appropriate to say older boy , nods cautiously. “I see no reason to say no , come,” Yuji’s happiness is his to ensure it’s upkeep and he’s open to more Children so he matches the little one's smile as he lifts him into his arms. “Chichi firmly believes it’s coming up on naptime for a certain little Prince he knows.” Sukuna peers over his shoulder at the lack of footsteps following. “Come, my older Prince, Chichi said it’s time for a rest and that means you too.”
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As days turn to weeks and weeks to months with no hint of his little Hikari to be found, Sukuna is slowly unraveling, no one is permitted within his Sanctum let alone allowed to touch his Prince even with him present.
The World was a cruel Master to take its pent up rage for his actions out on such an innocent spirit such as his most peaceful Daughter, she had not a harmful bone in her little body, truly the embodiment of what little remained of his Good Side.
No matter the steps he takes, t’was not meant to be for him, Fatherhood was an experience he was permitted with the same suddenness of the wailing of a newborn in this Universe to the suddenness of their deafening silence. There and gone within the blink of an eye. Even keeping his infant son within his direct reach, Sukuna loses him, an error on his part, a slip of judgment, a momentary lapse of contentment.
He steps away for only that of the length of time it takes for a quick wash, not wanting to disturb the sleeping Babe just to bring him to the bath, Sukuna thinks nothing of it when he slips away. The doors to his Sanctum are locked from the inside and thus can only be unlocked from within too, he leaves the doors between the wash room and where he leave the Babe sleeping peacefully on among his blankets open, and returns only short of ten minutes later to the curtains blowing in the cold gusts of wind and Yuji gone.
The Curse rages with the likes hasn’t been seen in Five Summers, a Natural Disaster with the likes never recorded unleashed upon those who would dare to take his Children from his keeping, Hikari is alive when he finds them both. Surrounded by Sorcerers, his little Princess is covered in filth from head to toe, her rich dark rose kimono torn and shredded. Bruises and abrasions litter her pristine moon glowing skin.
Sukuna has never felt more powerless, even with all he possesses, then in that very moment. He’s theirs to do with what they please, the plaything of the very humans who Vilify his very Name while tormenting Innocent Children as they speak, they were kept unknown to the World below as his only true Weakness for this very reason. Any wrong move, any perceived threat on his end, and his young Daughter and Infant Son pay the toll for it.
Hikari’s cries shatter his very Soul, her beloved Otouto in her dirty embrace, completely unmoving. Little Yuji was killed before he even reunited with his Onee. To give the corpse of her Otouto to her to hold was Barbaric even to Sukuna.
“Chichi! The–they hurt Otouto! Chichi he won’t cry!” His beautiful little Lotus should never make such cries as she does now. “Chichi! I want to go home! You have to help Otouto, Chichi!” The hope of leaving this place with both children returned safe and sound to his Keeping is erased from the onset. “Chichi I’m scared! Will you hold us?”
“Hikari, look at me, lift your eyes for me, my little one. Look at Chichi.” Sukuna is a Creature of Bloodlust who found a semblance of humanity again in the form of the Children he’d sired. He knew there was no return from the very start. “Look at Chichi, Hika.” Frightened little eyes meet his and there’s absolutely nothing he can do. “Chichi loves you, Hikari, loves you very much. Take care of your Otouto until Chichi joins you, do this for me, my love. Close your eyes, Hikari,” even if he wished, he’s bound, talismans keeping him absolutely powerless. “Close your eyes for Chichi.”
Sukuna lets go of any remaining shreds of Humanity he once retained when as his Daughter’s head rolls over the bloody grass for an inch or so, his infant Son long since perished, he too meets his end in that field with his Children but not after taking the rest of the world with him.
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“Chichi! Chichi!” Sukuna doesn’t often join in on his Princes games, but he does watch, standing guard even with the assurance that this small plot within the School Grounds was theirs. He’s already lost two Children under the notion that his Shrine was impenetrable and he'd be damned if he allowed it a second time. “Chichi! Onii said something!” That burning anger will never burn itself out. Sukuna just learns to keep the flames under control. “Chichi!”
“Yes, little one, what did your Onii say?” Sometimes he joins in on the fun his Children are having under his ever watchful gaze. “What did your Onii say that Chichi needs to know about?”
Little Yuji giggles into the sleeves of his baby blue yukata, spying over his shoulder on Onii shaking his head pleadingly, Sukuna raises an eyebrow at the explicit action on both parts. “Chichi, Onii said that you were old enough that he could beat you in any fight, I said no one can ever beat Chichi, but Onii said he could beat you Chichi and so I need to know.” The four year old, his birthday just passed recently, turns to him completely. “You can beat Onii right, Chichi, because you can beat anyone but especially Onii.”
“Well, Chichi can’t defeat everyone , even I won’t claim as such. But ,” oh how his Little Choso looks so very frightened now. As he should. One doesn’t just claim they can defeat Chichi and hope to escape without Chichi finding out. “Chichi can without a doubt defeat your dear Onii. Do you want Chichi to show you?”
Choso shakes his head as though the inquiry was posed at him, it was not, the question was made to the younger Prince. The four year old is positively delighted. “Chichi make Onii make those sounds I do when you blow into my tummy!”
Sukuna smiles down at his youngest. “You want Chichi to make him squeal ?”
“Chichi no!”
Oh, little Yuji has another idea. “Yes! Chichi make Onii squeal!”