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The Itadori clan has always been a prosperous one, but despite this, it doesn't have much influence in Jujutsu society. Just enough with the inherited technique and the fact that they have very good fighters. Recently, they even obtained one technique that had been lost for years. When the time came to change the clan leader, it was decided to do something very simple: the first couple to have a male child, would be in charge.
They all started having girls.
One after another.
Until the newest member, Itadori Kaori, got what was expected: a boy. It was considered a total blessing. Especially since at the same time they had a girl! A pair of identical twins.
From that moment on, Itadori Jin and Itadori Kaori were in charge of the clan.
Doting on and undermining their male child, Sukuna. The reason for their fortunes. On the other hand, their daughter Itadori Yūji didn't have the same level of attention. Not from both of them at least. For Jin, she is a charming little thing. Adorable like no other baby in the clan. Lots of charm and personality from just a few months old. While Sukuna doesn't smile and just cries or pulls everyone's hair, Yūji laughs, blows bubbles, plays, screams and is the expectation of any parent with a baby that is eagerly awaited.
Over the years, there is not much change in the dynamics: Sukuna is the clan's favorite and adored, being able to use a totally new technique, the one that is giving relevance to the clan since Jin manifested it and being able to see curses. Yūji isn't so lucky. She can't see anything and as far as they have been able to find out, she doesn't have a cursed technique. For Jin, this makes her his little girl who must marry someone who can protect her.
Because she is a magnet for curses.
It is a nuisance and he knows that eventually, the clan would start with his insistence. Probably joining her to the Zen'in clan or the Kamo Clan. It doesn't worry him at the moment. Jin will cross that bridge when the time comes. What no one in the clan paid attention to, was the siblings themselves. Everyone was concerned about the future they would give each one. How they are individually...
They get along very badly.
Sukuna has an irremediable desire to bother Yūji. Since he was very young, he likes to pull her hair, make her cry, cry louder so that mom and dad see him and not her. It is inexplicable why it happens and when Sukuna becomes aware of himself, he just watches Yūji all the time.
As if it is impossible for him not to admire his twin sister. Today, something strange happens. It is time for nap and sharing a room, looking at her, he begins to dream. He dreams that Yūji is older. That they are inside a giant house and she has marks on her face. Under her eyes.
She wears beautiful kimonos.
She wears elegant hairstyles.
Yūji looks like a traditional princess... And her face is ugly: full of marks.
But Sukuna loves those two under her eyes. It just makes sense that she has them. He knows he wakes up because his sister is just like he remembers her, she has no marks and she hums as she straightens her clothes.
Sukuna watches her run, jumping and saying she wants to watch TV. He thinks about... He always has everything. If he asks for those marks, will it come out? Maybe it will. All he has to do is ask really hard.
It doesn't come.
It doesn't come.
It doesn't come.
Sukuna's mood is horrible, not even her parents know what to do with his unbearable attitude. Sukuna repeats the same thing over and over again. "She had marks in my dream! I WANT HER TO HAVE MARKS."
"What are you talking about, sweetheart?" Kaori asks, anxious and worried at this point.
"YŪJI MUST HAVE MARKS!"
"Marks?" Jin says, holding Yūji in his arms. The girl sucks her finger, tilting her head, with two little cherry-tailed buns. She doesn't understand.
Sukuna gets frustrated.
He wants Yūji to have it.
She must have them.
Why won't she get them? Why doesn't anyone make them for him?
His demands condense and it finally comes to his mind: I'll make it myself. He climbs up on a stool, grabs a knife from the kitchen and goes to his room, locking it behind him. Yūji plays with some dolls, not noticing his brother at the door.
Yūji notices it when he's next to her. Staring at her as always. "I'll tell dad you're bothering me." Yūji warns with a scrunched up face. Sukuna always calls her ugly, pulls her hair, breaks her toys or messes up her favorite clothes.
Kaori never says anything bad to Sukuna, but Jin at least takes her out for dessert, ice cream or comforts her a little.
"I want you to have marks."
"Marks? I don't have marks."
"I know, dumbass, I want you to have them" Sukuna insists. Yūji decides to ignore him. He just came to annoy her as always. "I'm going to make marks on you."
He grabs her by the hair and Yūji starts to complain, when the knife is visible, Yūji screams even louder. Sukuna manages to knock her down to the floor and with the huge kitchen knife, he cuts his sister's face. He makes a deep cut on the right side and smiles.
Not just happy that she will have the marks. Also the blood that spills and her hysterical screams. It makes something vibrate in him. It makes him feel more alive, happier, with different thoughts that arise in his head.
It is not something that should be in a five-year-old child.
Those are adult thoughts.
«You are my property, disgusting fucking whore.»
«You belong to me.»
«I can do whatever I want with you. You are mine.»
«I’m going to kill and destroy everything you care about so you understand.»
He push the knife in a little deeper out of guilt at how much Yūji moves around.
“LET ME GO! LET ME GO! DADDY! DADDY!”
Yūji’s hysterical screams aren’t enough to make Sukuna stop. The boy continues to do what he decided on: cutting up Yūji’s face so that she has marks like in Sukuna's dream. It makes sense. It’s the way Yūji should look and that’s how he wants it! Why couldn’t he have it? Why not carry out his wishes if no one else make it for him? Yūji is his property and if he decides she should have these marks, then so be it. The problem is that Yūji moves around so much that he can’t hold her properly.
They’re still a pair of kids and as twins, there’s not much difference in size, height or weight.
So Sukuna ends up cutting off more of her face: from her forehead to almost her eye, her lip until he removes a whole part of her.
Finally, some of the servants show up, accompanied by Jin and Kaori. What they all find is the twins covered in blood, Yūji crying uncontrollably and Sukuna without any remorse, even smiling as he points the knife at Yūji. "Now that's how it should be! She's just as ugly!"
Sukuna doesn't know what that dream is.
He doesn't know what those thoughts are.
But there Yūji looks like that.
He must do it here. That's how he wants it and he's the older brother, so he decides how his twin sister looks or doesn't look.
His property.
His Yūji.
He licks the blood off his fingers. His mother takes the knife from him and takes it away. Jin, for his part, has his hysterical daughter asking him to help her and... He doesn't know what to do. Other members of the clan present do not repress their thoughts:
"We must heal her quickly, before it becomes permanent."
"No one will want a wife with a broken face."
"She'll look horrible if-"
They fall silent at the look Jin gives them. He is usually calm and very carefree, almost kind but when he is in a bad mood he has an unpleasant and dangerous presence. Including that his eyes look red.
"S-shall we take her to the hospital?"
"No. Let's heal her here. It will be a problem to explain."
By the end of the day, even though they healed her, Yūji and her wounds are impossible to disappear. Therefore, she has four scars on her face: on her mouth, on her cheekbones and on her forehead, crossing her face. The concern of the clan in general is the same: with those marks, it will be more difficult to marry her. They consider that now the only thing to aspire to, is that she be a concubine. Yūji does not understand anything.
Yūji only hears them say the same thing: no one wants a woman with a ruined face; she's so ugly now, we didn't even know if she was going to be pretty when she grew up; what an atrocious face. Sukuna laughs and celebrates about it, annoying his sister who spends at least two whole weeks crying, saying that she's not pretty.
Now the whole clan tells her that. Not just her brother anymore.
"You've never been pretty, but now no one will ever want to marry you! Ugly dumbass!" the boy laughs. Satisfied, proud, with more things coming out in his head.
«You're my whore. At least this way he won't go with anyone else.»
«Who would want a fucking whore like you. Only I will do you the favor.»
«You're mine and I'll break you however I want.»
"Don't bother your sister anymore." Kaori scolds, but it doesn't have much emphasis. Just a comment said in the air, because she is exasperated from hearing Yūji crying so much.
"Honey, you're so pretty," Jin assures, Yūji shaking and hiccupping uncontrollably, "these are just... some little marks, no-"
Yūji stomps her foot on the floor and surprises them by the hole in the wood. She leaves crying, hiding in the bathroom. Her room is still shared and she doesn't want Sukuna to show up and bother her anymore. She wants to be pretty again, but everyone says that's not possible.
Her dad doesn't tell her she's a princess anymore.
She wants to be told she's a princess again.
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Sukuna stares at himself in the mirror, feeling like something's not right. Yūji is his twin. They came into this world together. They're the same and they'll always be the same. Sukuna rubs his face and wrinkles his eyebrows.
Why doesn't he have any marks?
Sukuna takes out new razor blades and press it over his face. He doesn't cry, he doesn't complain, he makes the elegant and precise marks on his face and once finished, still shedding blood, he smiles at his reflection in the mirror.
Satisfied.
Happy
Everything is in its place.
He laughs, clenching his hands in the sink, as the marks open: a pair of red eyes that cry blood and black marks on his childlike face. It's just his reflection, but he knows it's him and that it should be that way.
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Yūji grows up.
And Sukuna is always looking out for her.
His sister is a failure and he tells her all the time! How stupid she is, how disgusting she is, how ugly she is, how useless she is. Yūji doesn't have cursed energy yet, so she probably never will. The scars on her face seem to grow with her and the Clan in general largely ignores her.
She is the main family's nuisance in the Itadori clan.
However, without saying it, Sukuna adores his sister. He doesn't allow anyone to insult her. Only he can do it. He also doesn't allow anyone to look at her. There have been dozens of people he's noticed doing it and he slashes their faces! His parents kick them out as soon as they find out what's going on.
Because even if she's a nuisance, Yūji is their daughter and they won't allow her to be bullied.
Not paying attention to the fact that the biggest bully is always present with Yūji. Just like a curse in itself.
Sukuna knows how much Yūji's breasts grow; he knows that she grows little hair in her crotch and under her arms; he knows that she sometimes touches herself curiously despite having explicit orders not to; he knows that she tries to hide her breasts because they get so big in a short time; he knows that her thighs are huge; he knows that she sometimes flirts with her bouncing breasts.
Sukuna knows everything that Yūji does in private.
Even when she has her period, he knows about it.
Sometimes Sukuna puts her to sleep and, even though they share a room, he allows himself to see her without spying. But face to face. Sukuna lifts up her huge shirt and takes her breasts, sucks them, marks them; he rubs himself on his sister's thigh, looking like a dog because he moves so much.
Today he decided to do something different. Pulling down his own pants and placing his erect penis between Yūji's breasts. His cock almost disappearing between both masses of flesh. Sukuna smiles and growls, panting with pleasure, pressing her tits on his cock to masturbate at ease, with the tip occasionally hitting Yūji's lips as he tries to remove it.
In orgasm he digs his nails into Yūji's breasts and the semen ends up on the sleeping girl's face. Sukuna gasps, trembling with pleasure and just like an intrusive thought, he approaches her again: he opens her mouth and puts his penis in it. His exclamation is loud and pleasurable, closing his eyes and rocking, constantly pushing Yūji's head into the bed. He rests his forehead on the wall and holds Yūji's head down.
"You are a fucking whore." he gasps, clenching his teeth in a smile.
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Yūji coughs and shifts in bed. She wakes up enough to cough again and feel the urge to run to the bathroom. Sukuna sits up in bed, resting his arms on his knees and smiling once he hears Yūji vomit and complain.
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"Miss Yūji knows not to play with herself."
"I wasn't playing. I was asleep!"
Sukuna stays out of the room, but he hears his sister's scolding: she is not allowed to play with her body, she must be pure to marry in the future and more importantly, she must be a decent wife. Not just any one. Marks on her breasts can only come from herself.
"Did someone come into your room?" Jin asks, discreet, careful. Yūji shakes his head.
"No! I was just sleeping!" Yūji insists. "I-I woke up with a stomachache, a pain in my mouth, a pain in my throat and-"
"Did you bring someone into your room?" Jin corrects and Yūji shakes his head again.
"She did."
"She's too libertine."
"She has a lover and thinks she can trick us."
Yūji feels like crying for one reason only: her dad looks at her with disappointment as if she did something wrong.
Thirteen-year-old Sukuna just finds it perfect: now everyone knows that Yūji is a whore and with that, maybe they'll stop bothering her that they're going to marry her.
She's his. Sukuna doesn't want her to marry anyone.
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"That's super easy. Although I'm not surprised you don't know, you're a whore. Why would you have brain cells? If you just spread your legs."
Yūji tries to ignore her twin, tries not to cry and shake, wanting to understand her assignment, but she doesn't get it! Words and numbers float on the paper and everything goes wrong. She can't make sense of it either. Sukuna leans down beside her.
"Give up, you useless piece of shit."
Temptation gets the better of Sukuna, bringing a hand to Yūji's crotch and pressing there. His fingers sinking as hard as they can into the fabric. Yūji screams, pushing him away and rushing out seconds later. Sukuna smells his fingers and licks them.
Now he wants to touch her directly.
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"Why do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you."
Yūji watches Sukuna. Now convinced that the marks on her breasts are her brother's fault.
"You always insult me. I'm-"
"I'm just telling the truth. Or are you going to deny that you're stupid?"
Yūji clenches her lips and fists. Sukuna turns over on the bed.
"Your best option is to stay here, with me. No one else will want a useless bitch like you," the teen says with a smug look. "At least you won't starve here."
"They want me to get married."
"Marry me."
"You're my wife."
"You can't be with anyone else."
Yūji covers herself with the sheet. Sukuna turns his back on him.
She is afraid of her brother's attitude.
He is upset that Yūji didn't accept immediately.
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The real problem of growing up and of having so many complicated situations at home, with the clan and to make matters worse: not having cursed energy... is that the curses harass her to an unbearable extreme. She feels them. Chills, contact, that they try to do things to her. Sukuna always kills them and judging by how much he does it, in addition to the disasters he makes, it is noticeable that they are huge curses.
He has confirmed it to her hundreds of times and it only increases her fear of being alone. So every time there is no one at home, that her parents and brother go out to meetings and other important errands, Yūji manages to escape from home. She runs all over the field until she reaches the city.
It's fun to be in the city. She gets a chance to play, see other people, sometimes even play with other people her age. Nothing that lasts, but it's better than being locked up at home, waiting for her family to remember she exists.
On several occasions, not followed by each other, she's noticed someone watching her. Also that they're following her cautiously. In the end, it's impossible not to detail him: tall, very tall, white hair, black glasses and expensive clothes. Asking discreet questions to members of the clan, she realizes that this is the description of the head of the Gojō clan.
The biggest, the most powerful.
The one who has a huge rivalry with her clan.
It could be an assassination attempt...
Or not. Right now, petting a stray cat and having the man crouch down, arms stretched out on his knees and staring at her. Yūji has just picked up the cat, who curls up against her. White, but dirty from being a stray.
"Are you a pervert or something?"
"Maybe," the white-haired man flirts. "Because you're so cute."
"I'm not cute," she disagree, turning back to the white cat she's holding. "You must be really dumb to think I'm cute."
"ummm~ Yup! So dumb!" He sways in place, goofing off, "but you're not going to change my mind." He lets his glasses fall slightly down the bridge of his nose. Yūji holds his breath. "You're so cute."
Yūji has never seen eyes like those. So big, so blue. They're beautiful and to think that someone like that calls her cute makes her blush at the same time as it makes her think: he must be lying, no one would think I'm pretty. She looks away, petting the white cat in her arms. The man laughs and hums silly a few times.
"Do you have something to do? We can go eat."
Her common sense tells her that it's not a good idea to go out to eat with a stranger, especially this stranger. It's a death sentence or being trafficked in who knows what way, but… at the same time, what can really be dangerous? Being in public and having people watching, people she could resort to at least calling the police.
"Okay."
"Okay~! I'm Gojō Satoru. Nice to meet you, Yūji."
The food was okay.
The cell phone chats (which Satoru gave her) were okay.
The park outings were great.
The amusement parks were a lot of fun.
The mall walks ended with a lot of presents for her.
And suddenly every day, it became a wait for a call from Gojō Satoru, waiting to see him and feel that finally and for once, someone likes her company.
"My brother cut my face. It wasn't done by someone else who wanted to kill me… I think he wants to kill me." Yūji pouts and Satoru frowns. Clearly, he didn't like this information.
Or even expected it.
Yūji mentioned some details about Sukuna before, but nothing too concrete. Just the insults.
"And you still live with him."
"He's my twin. It's impossible to separate myself from him."
"Of course you can walk away from him," Satoru leans closer to Yūji. "You're not forced to stay with someone who hurts you, with a family that doesn't appreciate or even defend you… nothing forces you to be unhappy, only them, and you can walk away."
Yūji clenches her hands in her lap, lowering her head.
"I have nowhere to go… not without-"
"Come with me," Satoru says with a bright smile. "I'll take care of everything. Don't worry about anything." He smooths one of the long strands of pink hair. "Yūji." he purrs before leaning closer and joining their lips.
Yūji wraps her arms around him, almost forcing him to be on top of her, to finish doing what he wanted from the beginning. Yūji knows that Satoru wants that, but at the same time, she knows that it is for another reason. Not just the physical.
Satoru wants her.
He wants her.
And Yūji notices it right now, where he is not able to control his restless hands and the desperate urge to continue touching her, kissing her and possessing her. Yūji has never done this and Satoru feels her tremble, but it doesn't worry him. Confident in his abilities, in what he can do for her and to make this first time mind-blowing. Yūji exclaims and laughs shortly after, carried by Satoru who kisses her neck and collarbone.
"In bed it is more comfortable." Satoru speaks between kisses and smiles, Yūji ruffles his white hair and presses him harder against her.
In the room, Satoru takes off his shirt, socks and pants, leaving him in his underwear. Yūji is in the same condition just seconds later and despite the embarrassment, the tickling in her belly makes her allow Satoru to continue touching her: to take off her bra, grab her breasts and caressing them as he pleases.
His kisses seem eternal and prevent Yūji from breathing. Even when his right hand goes to her crotch, caressing her vagina and then playing with her entire intimate area, all she can do is moan and sigh with pleasure, blushing with her mouth half open.
"Do you like it?" Satoru asks, making sure to slide his fingers comfortably, to attend to the clitoris and the entire erogenous zone to cause more of this fascinated reaction in Yūji.
"Yeah... it feels really good..." she says breathlessly, without any coherent thoughts; Satoru goes down to suck one of the large breasts, keeping his blue eyes on the teenager's stunned expression. Yūji strokes Satoru's hair and gives it a strong tug.
Something is coming.
Something is happening.
It leaves her shaking and screaming before compressing her entire body.
Satoru pulls away and shows his hand: full of viscous and semi-transparent fluid.
Yūji exclaims, with his legs spread and Gojō between them. Yūji puts both hands to his head, moaning in disbelief. What is he doing licking there? Satoru just watches her and continues to watch. Happy with her honest reactions, with the pleasure he is able to provoke so easily. It even takes a short time for him to receive the orgasm in his mouth, enjoying the stench and taste of the wet vagina he sucks. Staying there longer to continue getting screams from Yūji.
Getting up only to clean his mouth, hug her and kiss her, pressing between her legs with thrusts where his penis, still under the boxers, stimulates that wet area. Yūji competes to devour him first, intertwining his fingers in the white hair.
He can barely lower his boxers to penetrate her, moaning and exhaling air, ecstatic to invade her. Yūji moans in surprise, lowering her hand and with two fingers in her vagina, feeling the cock that opens her flesh. It is too thick, she feels like it is going to break, but both Satoru's expression of pleasure and the desire to continue prevent her from complaining, asking him to stop.
With the certainty that Satoru would stop if she asked him to, he would. Once the dick is all the way inside, with her thighs on Satoru's, Yūji gives a small snort and feels her own abdomen.
It is swollen, with a small mountain. Satoru rubs his cheek with Yūji's, proceeding to give her small kisses on the temple, cheek, ear. "It feels so good inside you, Yūji. You are spectacular." he says with a broken and pasty voice.
Yūji takes his face to kiss him, her heart beats very fast and her whole body burns in unknown expectation. This hurts, but it is mind-blowing at the same time. She doesn't understand how it's even possible. It overwhelms her and delights her in equal parts.
"Can I move?"
Yūji nods and it's... tender. Satoru is very soft. He doesn't stop praising her, giving her compliments and caresses, taking his time to do it with more force knowing the possible discomfort it could cause. Making sure that Yūji feels it as much or better than he does himself if that's even possible. It's hard to say which of the two is more in the clouds, if it's Yūji listening to Satoru moan and talk to her so many wonders, with his face contorted in a gesture of absolute ecstasy, having his bright blue eyes admiring her as the most beautiful thing in the world...
Or Satoru admiring Yūji. Her gesture of pleasure, of joy, of blushing; shamelessly moaning his name and clinging to him as if life would end if he doesn't; her breasts bouncing the harder he moves.
Yūji looks beautiful.
And Satoru can't take his eyes off her.
He doesn't want to take his eyes off her.
His hands.
Pulling his cock out of her tight pussy.
Yūji is here with him and he doesn't know how he'll be able to let her go.
Just begging to convince her to stay.
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For as long as he can remember, he's dreamed of the same pink-haired girl. He thinks it's a lie. That it's just a fantasy of his happiest moments, but something inside him tells him it's not that way. That she's very real.
That those smiles are real and better: directed at him.
In relation to his growth, the girl of his dreams grows up, becoming a beautiful pink-haired teenager. She has scars on her face, a sad glint in her eyes, but it all seems to go away when she looks at him.
Satoru never thought he'd be responsible for brightening and give happiness to anyone's life, but he is. This person becomes a bright and lively being when she is in front of him and...
Satoru had asked for nothing more in life than to find her. That if she appears so constantly in his dreams, she can appear in his life. Finally she does, he sees her on the street as a gloomy and taciturn presence, with curses around her wanting to devour her in the worst possible ways.
And he hates seeing her in that state.
He watched her until he had her name and gave himself strength, determined to make her as beautiful and smiling as in his dreams.
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"Stay? What would your clan think?"
"I don't care about them" Satoru says in a low voice. He caresses Yūji's thigh. Pampering her a little to get her to relax. He notices her anxious. It was her first time and she must think of a hundred stupid things a second. The best thing he can do is distract her and pamper her. "If I want you to be with me, I can have you with me. I'm the head of the clan after all. They can't give me orders."
"I've been engaged to Naoya Zen'in for like... Two days," Satoru gives a disgusted grumble, "I'll marry him when I'm seventeen."
"Marry me."
Yūji raises her head, the golden eyes full of sparkle and excitement. Wondering herself and him if he's serious. Satoru kisses her forehead, a silent affirmation for her to think about as much as she needs.
"Don't think about your clan. They don't deserve you to give them so much importance. To give them your life," Satoru mutters, leaning back. "Our life is ours. No one has the right to control it."
Yūji curls up as well, thinking not only about the clan: what Sukuna would say to that.
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"Were you spreading your legs on the street? Why are you so late?"
Yūji lets go of her hair and ignores her brother. She doesn't have to answer. She goes straight to the bathroom, undresses, gets into the tub and takes a deep breath. Thinking constantly: I should say yes, I should say yes, I should say yes, I should say yes.
What really stops her from being with Satoru? The clan, the problem it would cause, that maybe he hasn't seen the curses that haunt her. She sinks into the tub, overwhelmed by thinking about this. That the clan is a problem and the knocks on the door are another. "Don't leave me talking to myself, you fucking bitch. Answer me: where were you?"
"Outside."
"I know, you stupid bitch."
"Then don't quest-"
Yūji shrieks, Sukuna breaks the door with a slash, leaving the pieces on the floor with perfect cuts. Sukuna steps over the rubble and Yūji covers herself with her arms, looking at him surprised and scared in equal measure.
Sukuna approaches, looking at her with angry red eyes. Standing at the edge of the tub, he grabs her by the hair and shakes her, Yūji whines, putting her hands on her head and whimpering in pain.
"Where were you?"
"I-I was just s-outside- It hurts, Sukuna, it hurts- Sukuna, let me go!"
"Don't be out this late again, got it?" Yūji barely answers and he lets go of her abruptly. She tries to go to the other end of the tub. It's big and allows a bit of distance. Sukuna grabs her arm and she is surprised: Sukuna pulls down part of his pants and his cock is Out.
"W-what are you doing...?"
"Shut up."
She grits her teeth, shaking; her arm hurts and her heart beats so fast it could explode at any moment. Sukuna looks at her scared, shaking uncontrollably and panic in her eyes. He wonders what expression Yūji would make if he got into the tub, if he bit her breasts and squeezed them, if he opened her legs and mounted her, treating her like the bitch she is.
What sounds she would make.
How she would look like...
Sukuna knows it.
He remembers it.
He saw it in a dream.
He wants to see it in reality.
Yūji gives a sob, with Sukuna's semen on part of his hair and arm. "The Zen'in aren't going to have a whore who only cries. You better get used to seeing cocks. That's all they'll have you for there."
Sukuna lets go of her and, mockingly, leaves. Yūji doesn't move for a few seconds and then, she can't resist letting out a sob and hitting the tub, causing a part of it to break and start spilling. She wipes the semen and Kaori peeks in.
"What's all this mess? Why did you break the door? Don't you know that other men can't see you?" the woman scolds sternly, "get out of there, quickly and go to your room."
"Sukuna is there."
"He's your twin. That doesn't matter. Hurry up."
Of all the men, he is the one she is most afraid of.
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Her jaw hurts a lot and she doesn't know why. It's getting very repetitive these days, just like having Sukuna in the bathroom.
All she can think is: if I stay with Satoru, I won't feel like this anymore.
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Yūji goes somewhere.
She does something. Sukuna doesn't know what, but she knows she does it.
He is almost convinced that she is having sex with some man.
Yūji can't have sex with anyone. She is his. Yūji is not allowed to do something like that.
He doesn't care at all that Yūji has already promised her to the Zen'in: Yūji must be his wife and no one else's. It's what he has seen in his dreams, He wants it to happen. Today in particular, Yūji believes that he didn't notice that she left, but he will wait patiently for her so that she learns not to be a slut with other men.
If Yūji dared to do it or if there is someone stupid enough to touch his sister.
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"Do you really think it's her? What's so special about her?"
Satoru doesn't know how to respond to his friend, nor to the third person's inquisitive look in this conversation. It's not something that has a simple or direct explanation: he just knows and that's it. He smiles, tilting his head to one side. "What matters is getting her out of the Itadori clan. I need them to cut ties with the clan. The Kamo are more receptive after all."
"As long as you don't think about pushing us aside..." Getō Suguru, the man with long black hair, hums. The other, a blond man in a khaki suit with a calm expression. "When are you going to introduce her to us anyway? To know how to pretend that she's not an underage kid," Suguru mocks and the other, Nanami Kento, sighs in disappointment. Satoru laughs foolishly.
"She should be here soon, don't be impatient!"
Yūji takes ten more minutes to arrive at the apartment. She greets him cheerfully, takes the white cat in her arms and introduces herself to Satoru's pair of friends. The two of them look at her strangely. As if there's a surprise? In them.
"Did a curse hurt you?" Nanami asks, indiscreet. Yūji pouts and shakes his head.
"No, my brother. He's quite strange and will kill me if he knows I'm here," she says with a laugh. "Nice to meet you both. Satoru has told me a lot about you two."
"Satoru." Suguru repeats, hiding his hands in his sleeves and smiling.
There must be a lot of trust if there aren't any honorifics here. Satoru hugs her from behind and rubs his cheek on Yūji's head.
"I'm Satoru and she's Yūji. Like two people who love each other very much. Soon she'll call me 'dear' and I'll call her 'princess' all the time. "Yūji smiles and Satoru kisses her on the head.
He keeps telling himself that she is here, with him, just like he saw her in his dreams: beautiful, kind, brilliant, perfect. Simply perfect. He keeps thinking that having found her is a miracle that he can barely control himself from letting go, wanting to hold her in his arms and never let her go, that someone dares to hurt her or take her away forever. At the same time, Satoru doesn't want to hold her back. He doesn't want Yūji to feel forced into anything. He doesn't want to be the bad guy in her life. Having so many villains already.
Waiting for Yūji to want to, even if impatience is killing him and he wants her to stay.
They spend a lively afternoon, with the four of them talking. Nanami is the quietest, almost overwhelmed and Satoru knows but what: he has also had dreams about her. It is one of the reasons why he does not reject Yūji or ask the police to take Satoru away for Pedophilia.
He has dreamed about Yūji.
He perfectly remembers her hair, her eyes, even the marks. It's not something that makes sense. For years they have tried to give it an explanation and the only thing they have come up with, is the theory that it is visions from the past (rejected, Yūji watches television in Suguru's dream), a hallucination (rejected, Yūji has the marks and behaviors already seen), a premonition (rejected, from space to conversations can never happen) and the last and most unlikely of all: a glimpse of an alternate world where they have had contact with this person
It is the most unlikely theory, but it is the one that Satoru has clung to. Happy with the idea of having a wife, that it is Yūji, that they are happy and she is only his.
"Yūūūūji... Run away from home and marry me." Suguru stops halfway through what he was saying and Nanami looks at Satoru with deep disdain. Yūji laughs and kisses him on the cheek, hugging him.
"You're such a fool," Yūji says, pressing her cheek against Satoru's cheek.
Satoru took her to the entrance of the territory, so she doesn't have to use the bus to get closer or get more tired in the race to get home. It's as quiet as ever. Her parents aren't there and won't be home until late at night.
So she walks quietly, shaking her shirt to get some air and in a second she falls unconscious, because of the blow to the head. Sukuna throws the bat aside. Yūji suffers slightly, we're on the floor, with her head bleeding and her eyes half open.
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When Yūji wakes up, she's tied to a chair, Sukuna on the cell phone and even if she wants to ask for help, there's no one at home. There's no one to hear her screaming or asking for help. Because this doesn't make sense! Even if it's a bad joke, it's unpleasant and confusing at the same time. Sukuna ends the call and approaches. "What a fuss you're making. There's no curse here, don't be so hysterical," he scolds. Sukuna leaves her fully exposed, spreading her legs.
If only Yūji wouldn't leave the house...
If only Yūji wasn't hiding something.
"We wouldn't be going through this if you weren't a whore, it's your fault." Sukuna warns.
The cuts are big, they're deep, and throwing the excess flesh to the side, into a small tray, is slightly amusing. He cuts the vaginal lips, cuts away some of the surrounding skin, removes the entire clitoris, and through the blood, with his fingers full of it, he inserts them into the vagina of his sister who doesn't seem to have a voice now, stammering in the most pathetic and painful cry of all. Sukuna leans over Yūji, who is a mess of tears, snot, and saliva, barely conscious and close to fainting, pale and trembling.
"You are, my, whore... And if I don't want you to feel, you won't," he informs in a raspy voice. A malicious and amused whisper. "If you hadn't leave the house... I wouldn't have had to do this to you. Do you understand? It's-your-fault."
Yūji coughs and Sukuna wrinkles his face, saliva and snot falling on his face. He shakes the hand, the fingers that were violating the wet cavity. Dyna hits his twin in the face, so hard that Yūji coughs blood and Sukuna continues hitting her.
Leaving her with the face all purple.
Lying on the floor with her legs open and her vagina destroyed. Sukuna decided to say that it was the Kamo Clan's fault. After all, they are not happy with not having the alliance through Yūji, having offered the strongest skilled in their clan: Chōsō. Both she and Sukuna do not know what it is that has the Kamo, Zen'in, Nanami, Inumaki and Fushiguro so interested that they are about to kill each other.
In private and as a family...
"What did you do?"
"We were just training. I hit her, but it's her fault for being so stupid and worthless."
Yūji shakes the head and Jin watches her, analyzing her reactions in relation to what Sukuna explains. What is the biggest conclusion, is that Sukuna did most of the damage of the face, the vaginal part was a the Kamo Clan; they must decide whether to heal Yūji themselves or take her to a hospital.
Worst case scenario with Shoko Ieri, the best sorceress in terms of Reverse Ritual. Whether or not this one is in the Gojō Clan, they can pay her in exchange for her service.
"Besides, she's running away from home. Obviously they're going to leave her like that!"
"I-it's not true. It's not true."
Jin looks at them alternately and rubs his temples. Kaori denies it, arms crossed. "This incident will stay as a consequence of rejecting the Kamo Clan. No one will know about this... Do you understand?"
"I can't- it hurts my-"
"Maybe with that we'll keep you from going out again and put in danger our alliance with the Zen'in."
"Kaori." Jin scolds and Yūji groans.
It hurts a lot...
It hurts a lot...
Satoru wouldn't let her suffer for so long.
He wouldn't be celebrating what they did to her...
This isn't fair.
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Yūji carefully leaves the house, having difficulty because of the pain in her legs. She walks the long stretch of territory and manages to reach the city. The usual ten-minute walk was thirty this time. On the subway she stays standing and if she doesn't break down crying in the middle of the street, it's because she manages to force herself enough not to humiliate herself further.
Everyone in the Itadori clan has seen her and reached the same conclusion: she will be better off even in her marriage; it is an agreement to have children, not for her to be indecent. Not even with her husband. That would be terrible. Dirtying the name of the Itadori clan for having a slut.
Yūji knocks on the door and her eyes water. Yūji clenches her hands, lowering her head and giving a sob, she meets Satoru opening the door. The man looks at her strangely. Letting her in, but she doesn't move. Yūji jumps excitedly to the grip and Satoru murmurs: "Hey, it's me... You're okay here."
She enters slowly into the apartment and Satoru closes the door. There are suitcases all over the room.
"Today I was thinking of going to my house on the land that belongs to me. You're lucky by arrived now" Satoru comments, ignoring her. "Why didn't you call me? I would've told you. If you want to return to your clan, it won't be long..." Satoru stops talking, Yūji still stares at the floor, anxious and tearful. "What's wrong little sunshine? Did they do something bad to you?"
Yūji starts crying worse than ever, rubbing her hand hard over her face and letting out a horrible sob. Satoru doesn't know what to do about it and when he tries to move her, it seems to make it worse. It takes him too long to understand what's wrong, what they did to her and her uncontrolled crying only gets worse by the minute.
"Let me see."
"N-no."
"If I don't see how much damage you have, I won't be able to heal it or know who to pay to fix it" Satoru justifies. Yūji covers her face with both hands. "I want to help you, princess. You know I couldn't hurt you in any way."
"I-I just... I don't..."
"Shhh, it's okay."
Yūji covers herself with a pillow and Satoru's eyes are squared: Yūji has no external structure of her vulva. Even if he touches her, she barely reacts. More from pain and tickling than stimulation. Satoru moves away and Yūji closes her legs immediately.
"Does it still hurt?" Yūji nods. There should be no pain, but there is! It stings and hurts; agonizing in the same way as yesterday when Sukuna left her like this. "I'll take you to- I'll tell her to come over instead. It might hurt more if we transport you or I put you in a car. Wait a minute."
Satoru leaves and returns five minutes later with some tea and some sweets on a tray. Yūji eats all the sweets and drinks the tea (which tastes horrible because it's so poorly made). She can lie down and sleep on Satoru.
Who rubs her shoulder lovingly and kisses the top of her head.
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"Ummmm... It'll take a little work, but I can rebuild the whole area." Shoko lowers the mask and Yūji sits on the stretcher. "Who healed you? Did they say anything special? Maybe he made a binding vow or cursed you."
"They just said it was okay because he wouldn't be a dirty person looking for sex." Shoko glances at Satoru from the corner of her eye.
She's never seen him so irritated and upset. He hides it perfectly with a fake, calm smile. Shoko knows that Satoru is madly in love with this girl and that if he called her, it's to fix everything no matter what she has to do.
"That's why it still hurts," Shoko announces to Satoru. "They've already decided that she shouldn't feel anything good. It will remain like this until she breaks the vow or places a stronger one that changes everything."
"But what are the terms?"
"She'll probably limit herself to having sex with men," Satoru rolls his eyes. It's not visible through the black glasses. "The alternative I can think of is to place conditions on the reconstruction: she'll only have pleasure with someone she loves or something like that. I'll have to think about it."
"We have to take away the one she has so it doesn't hurt anymore."
Shoko gives an exhausted sigh. Of course Satoru is going to insist. How could he not? Yūji has no say in any of this. She doesn't understand anything. Satoru, for his part, wonders: How is there a binding vow? Yūji had to have agreed to something even if it was by accident and assumes that having sex right now would break that contract and hurt her more.
The answer comes by itself in the middle of a worried murmur.
"I-I just don't want to... Feel anything i-if they take me... I..."
Satoru tilts his head to one side. They talked about not feeling pleasure, she about not feeling anything. It relates discreetly. He scratches under his chin and crouches down, looking up to her.
"Do you want to join my clan?"
Shoko looks at Yūji and knows she'll say no...
When she says it, it doesn't surprise her, but it does get Satoru out of the room to talk to him: "the problem with many victims of abuse is that they believe everything can get better if they're given enough time. Whoever did that to her, probably isn't the reason for that hope, but it does cause her fear."
"She's attached to her dad from what I've heard" he says, arms crossed, "but still-"
"Give her time. They're not going to kill her. Sometimes, you have to hit rock bottom to see what you have to run for" Shoko justifies, taking out a cigarette. "Besides, she has to formally renounce her clan. A war doesn't matter to you, but it's best not to be so impulsive."
"I want her here. With me. Without hitting rock bottom or having something worse."
Shoko knows this and fears that Satoru will do something about it. It could cause the Gojō clan to be kicked out of the clan association. That one where they can be calm because no one will attack them in broad daylight or bomb their houses. Satoru is reckless and very impulsive.
Especially because it's about the girl he's seen so much in his dreams and that he doesn't want to let go for anything in the world.
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"Maybe... My dad will notice, maybe he'll kick Sukuna out and want me to stay."
Nothing leads to that conclusion. Satoru knows. Yūji just fantasizes about an absurd impossibility. Both of them on their way to the entrance of the Itadori clan and that she can sneak home without being suspected. Shoko was able to stop the pain, diminishing it. Now it's just a nuisance. Satoru leans towards her, taking her by the face.
"No one in this world will protect you and love you like I do. Not even Jin" Satoru whispers and Yūji's lips tremble, anxious, wanting to cry. "He let them do all this to you. To treat you the way they do." He tenderly caresses her reddened cheek. "It's up to me... I would destroy everything for you."
Satoru would like it to be from now on, for Yūji to just accept, however, the only thing that relieves him is that she falls little by little. Satoru sees it in her golden eyes: Yūji suffers and her desire to stay until he complies with her.
Satoru hopes that nothing critical happens so that she stays definitively.