Black-Blooded Hero and Sorcerer-- JJK × SE Au (Yuji/Sukuna × Megumi)
Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2021 7:38 am
Yuji Itadori never wanted this sort of lifestyle for himself, nor would he wish it upon anyone else. Unfortunately, after a series of events he can hardly remember know, his world was thrown upside down, and he had a serious problem he had to live with. He was a good kid-- still is-- and he had a decent life ahead of him!! He was well-liked by most he interacted with, was a natural adept when it came to sports and other physical activity, and he had a good head on his shoulders, even if it meant he could be too trusting at times.
Alas, that had led to him being lured in by a witch, feigning weakness, asking for his help, only fornthe poor young man to go through Hell and back. Drop by agonizing drop, his blood was replaced with what felt and looked like boiling tar, earning night after night of anguished, tormented screams, only for him to fall silent, asleep. He'd thought he'd died-- he was always scared of death, but had welcomed it at that point after everything that had happened-- but he woke up, covered in the witch's blood, the lab around him ablaze, the equipment either crushed, dismantled or protruding through the women's corpse. There was an odd.... light in his hand, it was tangible, like an almost perfectly round water balloon, but it was warm, but quivering, as if in fear. "Eat it." Without a thought, he ate the orb, and almost gagged at the salty, almost slimy texture it had, like someone had tossed a slug in some salt. But, what bothered him the most was how hungry he felt, his stomach growling harshly as if he'd been starved for DAYS.
Yuji hated it, and he hated that place almost as much.
After finding an unmonitored donation bin, and finding himself some new clothes-- an all too large red hoodie and some too- short navy blue pants, as well as some okay red shoes-- he began wandering around, scared and lost. Every shadow had him on edge-- his own the most. It was him, yet.... he couldn't explain it, really. At times, he swore he saw a smile in it, a smug grin.
Eventually, after the young man had pointedly avoided the public, that voice came back into his head, annoyed. "If you don't eat something, I'll force feed us garbage, brat. Or, better yet, we can drag someone out of a nearby bar and I can handle the dirty work, how does that sound?" Yuji was naturally startled, especially as his shadow refused to even pretend to share his same posture, frightened and rightfully so. The shadow even appeared to wear different clothes, and even had an extra pair of arms!! But, Yuji feared what the other meant the most, especially as he felt his control slip away, as if he was being forced into the backseat of a car, while someone else took the wheel.
It was a miracle he was able to stop the other entity inside of him from cutting up some girl-- she had a blue light in her chest-- but he only felt even hungrier, his stomach tying into knots with each passing moment. Of course the other voice was pissed, but he was more shocked that Yuji was able to take the wheel back, let alone as quickly as he had. After what felt like hours of explanation, Yuji came to learn what he had become, why he'd been chosen, and who was now sharing his body.
Sukuna, the Kishiin.
Now, Yuji really didn't know what that truly meant-- he rightfully assumed it was something terrifyingly bad, but what he knew for certain was that this kishiin was starving-- he was starving-- and if he wanted to have any hope of avoiding needless death, keep his soul as clean as he could, despite the unwilling taint, he had to eat red souls. Not too much of a problem, right? The only problem was the fact those souls came in different sizes, strengths-- he'd lost a hand and some of his fingers while fighting what looked like a pale Caterpillar-- but, in the end, they seemed about the same. They tasted like copper, were disgustingly slick, and they felt like he'd eaten too much rich meat in one sitting.
Well, there was also the issue that once he'd either cleared a town out, or had to run to avoid getting caught, he'd have to find another place to eat at. One would think with how shitty the world was, the supply would'nt feel so.... limited.
Yuji and Sukuna eventually found themselves in Italy, and after some careful investigating, planning, they began their hunt.
Alas, it would only be one soul for the eating, but it was large, brimming with sins that made Yuji turn away as his black blood boiled, marking his skin as Sukuna took the wheel. They'd found a paster in his church after hours, betraying the trust of one of the children he was supposed to guide and protect. The child was sent free, but.... Sukuna took a little too much pleasure in beating the man into a bloody mess, pathetically wheezing out pleas for forgiveness, to be rescued by the God he claimed to be in service to. His soul was red like the rest-- Yuji had no problem letting his alter be a sadist, play with their food.
"Is this what a 'Man of God' is supposed to look like? Pathetic." The Kishiin threw the mangled body of the pastor against his altar, sneering at how a few more bones cracked as a sad little whimper escaped the predator they had caught. " You humans are no more than maggots writhing in roadkill-- but you? You really take the cake." He scoffed, before lifting the man up by his throat with a black-clawed hand, his other winding back, hand flat like a spearhead. " Have fun in Hell~" He laughed mockingly, before plunging his hand deep into the other's chest, ripping not only his soul, but also his still-beating heart out, watching with amusement as the pastor gasped for air, eyes wide as his one intact arm feebly tried to cover the hole in his chest, only to go limp within seconds. " Pathetic little creatures...." he repeated to himself, before swallowing both heart and soul in one swallow. Sukuna began to lick his fingers clean-- it was annoying how his brat complained about being covered in blood, at least he made sure to throw his hoodie aside at least so that wouldnt be stained. Navy blue seemed to be easier to wash blood stains out of, at least to an extent.
Yuji came back to the wheel shortly after, grimacing at the taste left over on his tongue, and he looked away from the mess Sukuna had left behind. "You really made a mess of him-- and while I'm glad you didn't get blood on my hoodie again, but there's still blood all over us--" he groaned, blood splatter on his chest, and a trail down his chin. He headed over towards the holy water basin-- looked like it was prepared for a baptism or something-- and began washing up as best he could, unaware of the footsteps quietly echoing closer down the hallway leading to the chapel.
Alas, that had led to him being lured in by a witch, feigning weakness, asking for his help, only fornthe poor young man to go through Hell and back. Drop by agonizing drop, his blood was replaced with what felt and looked like boiling tar, earning night after night of anguished, tormented screams, only for him to fall silent, asleep. He'd thought he'd died-- he was always scared of death, but had welcomed it at that point after everything that had happened-- but he woke up, covered in the witch's blood, the lab around him ablaze, the equipment either crushed, dismantled or protruding through the women's corpse. There was an odd.... light in his hand, it was tangible, like an almost perfectly round water balloon, but it was warm, but quivering, as if in fear. "Eat it." Without a thought, he ate the orb, and almost gagged at the salty, almost slimy texture it had, like someone had tossed a slug in some salt. But, what bothered him the most was how hungry he felt, his stomach growling harshly as if he'd been starved for DAYS.
Yuji hated it, and he hated that place almost as much.
After finding an unmonitored donation bin, and finding himself some new clothes-- an all too large red hoodie and some too- short navy blue pants, as well as some okay red shoes-- he began wandering around, scared and lost. Every shadow had him on edge-- his own the most. It was him, yet.... he couldn't explain it, really. At times, he swore he saw a smile in it, a smug grin.
Eventually, after the young man had pointedly avoided the public, that voice came back into his head, annoyed. "If you don't eat something, I'll force feed us garbage, brat. Or, better yet, we can drag someone out of a nearby bar and I can handle the dirty work, how does that sound?" Yuji was naturally startled, especially as his shadow refused to even pretend to share his same posture, frightened and rightfully so. The shadow even appeared to wear different clothes, and even had an extra pair of arms!! But, Yuji feared what the other meant the most, especially as he felt his control slip away, as if he was being forced into the backseat of a car, while someone else took the wheel.
It was a miracle he was able to stop the other entity inside of him from cutting up some girl-- she had a blue light in her chest-- but he only felt even hungrier, his stomach tying into knots with each passing moment. Of course the other voice was pissed, but he was more shocked that Yuji was able to take the wheel back, let alone as quickly as he had. After what felt like hours of explanation, Yuji came to learn what he had become, why he'd been chosen, and who was now sharing his body.
Sukuna, the Kishiin.
Now, Yuji really didn't know what that truly meant-- he rightfully assumed it was something terrifyingly bad, but what he knew for certain was that this kishiin was starving-- he was starving-- and if he wanted to have any hope of avoiding needless death, keep his soul as clean as he could, despite the unwilling taint, he had to eat red souls. Not too much of a problem, right? The only problem was the fact those souls came in different sizes, strengths-- he'd lost a hand and some of his fingers while fighting what looked like a pale Caterpillar-- but, in the end, they seemed about the same. They tasted like copper, were disgustingly slick, and they felt like he'd eaten too much rich meat in one sitting.
Well, there was also the issue that once he'd either cleared a town out, or had to run to avoid getting caught, he'd have to find another place to eat at. One would think with how shitty the world was, the supply would'nt feel so.... limited.
Yuji and Sukuna eventually found themselves in Italy, and after some careful investigating, planning, they began their hunt.
Alas, it would only be one soul for the eating, but it was large, brimming with sins that made Yuji turn away as his black blood boiled, marking his skin as Sukuna took the wheel. They'd found a paster in his church after hours, betraying the trust of one of the children he was supposed to guide and protect. The child was sent free, but.... Sukuna took a little too much pleasure in beating the man into a bloody mess, pathetically wheezing out pleas for forgiveness, to be rescued by the God he claimed to be in service to. His soul was red like the rest-- Yuji had no problem letting his alter be a sadist, play with their food.
"Is this what a 'Man of God' is supposed to look like? Pathetic." The Kishiin threw the mangled body of the pastor against his altar, sneering at how a few more bones cracked as a sad little whimper escaped the predator they had caught. " You humans are no more than maggots writhing in roadkill-- but you? You really take the cake." He scoffed, before lifting the man up by his throat with a black-clawed hand, his other winding back, hand flat like a spearhead. " Have fun in Hell~" He laughed mockingly, before plunging his hand deep into the other's chest, ripping not only his soul, but also his still-beating heart out, watching with amusement as the pastor gasped for air, eyes wide as his one intact arm feebly tried to cover the hole in his chest, only to go limp within seconds. " Pathetic little creatures...." he repeated to himself, before swallowing both heart and soul in one swallow. Sukuna began to lick his fingers clean-- it was annoying how his brat complained about being covered in blood, at least he made sure to throw his hoodie aside at least so that wouldnt be stained. Navy blue seemed to be easier to wash blood stains out of, at least to an extent.
Yuji came back to the wheel shortly after, grimacing at the taste left over on his tongue, and he looked away from the mess Sukuna had left behind. "You really made a mess of him-- and while I'm glad you didn't get blood on my hoodie again, but there's still blood all over us--" he groaned, blood splatter on his chest, and a trail down his chin. He headed over towards the holy water basin-- looked like it was prepared for a baptism or something-- and began washing up as best he could, unaware of the footsteps quietly echoing closer down the hallway leading to the chapel.