Worlds Away
Chapter 85 – Mictlantecuhtli
Genghis sits on the edge of Getou's medical bed conjuring into a bowl of water while deliberating over the nameless cologne seeping into Amnessia, wondering, 'Who could possibly be this other?' There are so many aspects flying out of his control these days and there remains a not-so dormant fear that Gojo is only a few clues away from putting it all together.
A spider's silk is supposed to be incredibly durable, sustainable but these recent hours have him feeling moronic as he disjointedly realizes how grandiose it was to assume he would be able to live up to this concept. Studying the water in search of Amnessia, Temujin's reconciles how she's a source of luxury to him even while they're not on the greatest terms. Aside from that though, he needs to know.
Sain struggles himself upright in bed no longer desiring to pretend to be stuck in this fraudulent pantomime. Hesitantly, he observes the morphing of Temujin's face with caution; the obvious disgust for whatever the faux leader is viewing. Upon recalling previous events however, his gray eyes automatically pull towards Getou leaving Sain's pride in pieces as concerns loom like clouds, 'Will he be okay? He has to be, right?' His neck curls downward as he remembers force feeding Suguru after he'd crushed himself, 'What happened? What the hell would make him do that?!'
"What the fuck does she think she's doing?!! ALREADY?! THE F-?!", Genghis roars his words as the visual shows Amnessia engaging in a heavy make-out session with the youngerFushiguro. The anger flourishes but almost immediately after a stale sort of insurance courses through him when he understands that Satoru Gojo hasn't figured everything out yet and this, despite all else, is a fucking blessing.
Temujin's eyes flicker about only to find Sain staring at him with inquisitiveness marking his features so he explains, "Sain. It displeases me to ask this of you so soon but if you're able to, I'd like you watch over things here for a little bit. I won't be gone long at all…it's a quick errand."
"I believe I am much better now...", Sain offers with a short tone, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to touch the floor. Genghis gratefully grins but Sain is honestly on edge because it seems like something sinister is preying behind the expression. After steadying his footing Sain rigidly walks over to the two of them, bows and reiterates, "Yes, I am much better now."
"Good.", Genghis stands as nonchalant as possible, refraining from smashing the bowl. He turns to leave through the door but before exiting, he stops, turns back and sincerely tells the hunter, "What you did for Master Suguru, I will never forget that." Temujin now looks into the Hunter's unfiltered eyes, "It's no secret that you and I have been in opposition for some time now. I am aware of your lack of trust in my judgment…and you are aware of my disdain for being doubted."
Sain, alarmed by the sudden transparency opens his mouth to defend himself but Genghis smiles kindly with a raised hand and shows he's not done speaking.
"I haven't much cared for you either if I'm being honest but I've always recognized your unique strength.", Genghis sighs, "You saved Master Suguru's life at the risk of your own though and that has leveled any concerns I had about your role in the future to come."
Self-conscious and now chronically apprehensive, Sain maintains his silence as the soft words reach his ears. He's in utter disbelief by what he's hearing.
"You are valuable beyond most with Titer heritage because of your dedication and I will make sure to demonstrate my appreciation for a man of such nature. Please take care of him until I return…", and with that, Temujin disappears.
Sain stands there in awe, completely stunned by the endorsement earned. He's never trusted Genghis but he's also never been given such recognition by the Titer either. Things feel far less charged between them now even as Suguru lies there unconscious with the possibilities of him never waking lingering.
Sitting on the opposite edge near Getou's feet, Sain releases a massive amount of pent up stress through a singular exhale.
"Where will all of this lead us, Master Suguru?", he asks in an amused tone, the answers surely eluding him as he turns his head to see the fallen Titer, "Perhaps we can obtain peace within these halls..." He actually has some hope.
With a slight grin, the Hunter finally releases his physical tension and leans back into the seat but notices a distant noise that ever so slightly rumbles through the walls.
Sain's eyes unfasten when the intimidating sound repeats but is suddenly louder with shorter intervals between.
BOOM
"MASTER SUGURU!", not understanding the panic consuming him or the startled screams from floors above, Sain launches himself onto Getou's legs when he comprehends that whatever it is, it's getting closer. With nothing but raw survival instinct the Hunter travels himself into Suguru's project room, the unconscious Titer draping in his arms.
"I think we're okay now…", Sain whispers to more himself than anything, "But what the hell was that?", his peeled view jumping from corner to corner.
Kneeling to the floor to help support Getou's legs, Sain reaches into his robes to frantically search for his phone, "Genghis only just left...was this a planned attack?! I have to get a hold of him and tell him what's happening!!"
The moment his fingertips graze the smooth finish of his phone the Hunter yanks it out to dial.
BOOM
Before Sain can even understand what's happening a bright violet light ruptures through the ceiling raining detritus and furious plumes of clay powder, slightly obscuring visibility.
WHOOSH
The flash passes inches from Sain's face, temporarily blinding him before it whisks past and violently pierces Getou.
The Hunter wails from shock but he's immediately pressed to search Suguru for a wound, eerily finding none. Sain glances up and quickly inspects the destruction created by whatever that was as clay dust clouds swarm into his eyes. After wiping them, he chokes, fanning the air away before his view glances up again which is when he finds himself baffled. As far as the eye can see, a destructive hollowed tunnel leads straight up, exposing every layer and terrified Titer eyes that study him from above.
They're so far underground, 900ft in fact so he can't fathom how this attack occurred and so precisely at that. Getou's energy shifts and undergoes hasty alterations too; Sain can feel his presence ramping up and darkening at the same time like water dyed black and boiled. As his fear begins taking over though he happily recalls that same violet color emanating from Lady Oda.
"It's her!", Sain excitedly bellows, "She's trying to reach you Master Suguru!"
Sitting on his knees, the Hunter emotionally clutches Suguru's golden robes almost in a prayer-like manner where he attempts to relearn all of the metaphysical abilities he once cast aside to aide his leader's healing.
"Please lady Oda, save him…"
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"Wait…hold on…", Amnessia pants into Megumi, grinning widely when she pushes him onto the bed.
He looks confused for a second but that swiftly fades as she unravels the tie of her golden robes, that of which his attention is fixed. She takes her time even turning to the side to add to the anticipation as she unhurriedly removes the golden material to show what's underneath.
Megumi's jaw drops as he takes in the tight, golden lace dress that leaves less for the imagination. His eyes rake over every inch of her as she confidently promenades near, swaying her hips. Invitingly, Amnessia guides his hands and judiciously places them upon her breasts and he gulps down as she moves to straddle him.
"Is this too much for you, Megumi?", she asks slyly, placing her weight to his lap.
His green eyes flash up to her with an unusual furrowed glint, a good sign. Without giving him time to second guess himself she crashes their lips together and becomes consumed by the enhanced levels of sensuality that she can sense in the kiss. She gasps as he wantonly licks and nips near her collarbone, not having expected him to do so. She waits with held breath when his hands grip her rear until one slides up her spine to grasp the back of her head where the expression locked onto his face makes her nearly whimper.
Whispering into the crook of her neck, Megumi expresses, "Perhaps you should ask me again after this…"
Amnessia yelps when he uses his strength to throw her to the spot next to him and then crawls up to sit comfortably between her legs. Judging by her face, she wasn't anticipating his aggressive response but he's consoled by the fact that it seemed to only help his cause; her melting beneath.
Megumi places his hands flat down to the mattress on either side of her head and ghosts his lips over her own, "Not what you were expecting?", he trails off into a slight chuckle.
Amnessia stares up at this beautiful guy feeling entirely helpless to his hidden whims but answers, "No, but I like it…"
The first glimpse into her new situation occurs as his large, hard member brushes her through her panties, forcing her eyes to shyly shut.
"Fuck…", she groans to the hand caressing her breasts before his fingertips graze over her stomach down between her legs.
"I may not be the most experienced…", Megumi admits, "…but I know what to do.", his eyes softening to her mewls. As he's rubbing her bud he feels the moisture seeping through her underwear and ducks his head down in amazement.
'Don't screw this up…', he tells himself as his view opens and shows how their aligned. He leans down to kiss her neck but this time eventually moves to her breasts, sucking her nipples through the golden lace. Her pretty little hands latch to his shoulders and this indication gives him courage.
Amnessia's body tightens up as those slender fingers slide past her underwear and enter her. He's instantly setting a slow pace, gradually going deeper until he hooks them inside of her walls.
"Jesu-…ahhh!", she cries as her back subtly arches against the bed. His tongue drags along her chest until his puffy lips reach hers once again. All she can think about is blowing him, wanting to see his face twist in pleasure as she slurps his soul away. These thoughts become evasive as soon as he pushes through a third one.
Megumi feels how tight she is and was definitely hesitant to do that but at the same time, he knows his size and how she'll likely have a better experience if he preps her.
"I'm sorry…", he speaks against her lips, "I don't want to cause you any pain."
Languidly, he massages her slippery walls trying to convey his condolences through a passionate kiss. This truly was never intended. Though he's thought about it quite a few times, he didn't assume he'd be able to actually have her like this so soon but as the opportunity presents itself, he's resolved to show her why she should stick around.
"Get off.", Amnessia hastily demands.
Perplexed, Megumi snaps out of the mood and sits up, fingers doused. He's so confused, did he miss something? Is she mad? He looks down to her and with apprehension gripping his heart, asks, "Did I do something wrong?!!"
Amnessia giggles salaciously, "Yes. Yes, you did.", she seductively taunts. Right as Megumi is being overcome by insecurities she cups his cheeks, "You didn't let me taste what I'm about to endure."
Fushiguro's eyes widen, obviously stupefied so she now throws him over to the spot next to her.
They're running out of bed space though being as the dormitory beds are full-sized, so when Megumi is flopped over, his right arm smacks into the headboard. They titter for a second but its followed by bashful apologies until Amnessia is instructing him to take of his clothes. Despite their obvious nerves, he seems so enthralled and eager once again that it makes her grin for the nastiness she's about to subject him to.
The excitement coursing through Megumi compels him to have his apparel off within seconds. Instantly, he reaches to the right and snatches a pillow to place under his head while getting his bearings as she grabs up his hardened flesh and strokes it. Megumi catches how she eyes his length but starts to feel a little awkward, exposed but her carnality is so incredibly enticing.
She says to him, "You are big…", and then their eyes lock as she releases spit from her mouth to fall on his shaft.
Thoroughly enjoying this, Amnessia pumps his girth and studies how small her hand looks around it. He twitches every so often and these movements are accompanied by desperate moans thus encouraging her to heed his call.
When the sensation of her warm mouth devours his erection, Megumi places a hand gently on her braids. He looks down to her and bites his lip when she struggles to fit him all the way in. She tries though and with all her might to wedge it down her throat, gagging herself repeatedly. Her dark brown eyes glance up to him and even without words, he knows what she's trying to communicate. He shudders a sigh, lifts his hips and enjoys wonderment as it would seem he was right.
Amnessia braces herself for the throat pumping but her eyes squeeze when it begins. It's such a sloppy ordeal as drool pours from the corners of her mouth and down to his lap, his testicles are even glistening. His size has her mesmerized as she taunts herself with the supposed sensations of it barreling through her womanhood. She's picking up on his ability to be somewhat rough so her previous assumptions of her having to do all the work dissolve as he slams into the back of her throat, causing her to gag.
Megumi fists up some of her braids to lift her head, wanting to give her a break. She's coughing relentlessly which is something that would normally bring him to worry but as he watches her recover, he's invaded by a side he isn't familiar with. Seeing such a beautiful, wonderfully composed woman submit at the courtesy of his own flesh floods him with an air of depravity.
"Come here…", he whispers softly.
Amnessia wipes her face, still heaving but obeys and crawls on top of him.
'Who is Megumi Fushiguro, really?', she asks herself as his devious half-lidded green eyes follow her. With a light hand on her hip, he guides his tip to her entrance once she's seated and respectfully pushes her down over top, that of which she doesn't resist. He's truly opening her up though, slowly, patiently...thankfully. The adjustment period is uncomfortable but she knows it'll be alright if she can simply tough this part out. One inch at a time, he slides in deeper, deeper, until his thigh and her rear are flushed together.
Megumi outstretches his arms and pulls her down so she's laying against his chest and then wraps an arm around her back while titillating, "Does it feel okay?"
She rapidly nods her head yes so he bends his knees, submerging even further. With his spare hand he cups her ass and starts rocking his hips causing them both to whine pleasurably. His gasps simply escape as her arousal allows him to begin to move effortlessly, her suctioning aiding. After a few warm-up trials, he secures her tighter and uncharacteristically whispers, "I think I'm going to have to make this pussy mine."
Amnessia is left to moan unabashedly as Megumi pounds her from below. He's so big that when he motions either direction the drag pulls her body with it. She curses into his skin but feels lips being placed to her head as if he's thankful for her ability to withstand. Genghis is no small man either but to try and compare the two would be fruitless as no one has ever demanded space within her like Megumi. Their voices can be heard but the most powerful sound in that room is that of their skin slapping together. She feels herself being rolled again to her back.
Megumi topples over her as his length shines with the proof of her affections. Sitting upright, he carefully guides the straps of her sexy little dress off of her shoulders so he could have an unencumbered view of her breasts. They're so beautiful, perfect even.
He climbs a little further up her body and rubs his coated tip around her nipples, loving how they perk to the stimulation. When their eyes connect, she opens her mouth in preparation so with a spark of bravery Megumi shuffles up more and angles his length past her lips.
Magnetized, Amnessia wraps her arms around his thighs as he leans in with his hips. His abdomen presses into her nose each time he hammers down but to show she's unbothered, one hand snakes up his chest where she can feel how quickly his heart is beating.
He's about to fuck them both right off the narrow bed but he can't stop himself. Sweat engrosses his body as he fears he'll leave her unsatisfied so he decides to try something else, something that feels less like ecstasy. After one last deep hurrah, he backs out and retraces his steps before placing his length between her breasts where Amnessia squishes them together. He shivers to the amount of saliva stringing down to her bosom and works his hips, loving how she accepts this action. To Megumi's dismay however, this still feels incredibly good and knows that he will not be able to last much longer.
Amnessia keeps her mouth open to suck on his tip each time it's pushes between her cleavage. Her eyelashes flutter when she notices signs of him exploding and although she didn't have an orgasm, she encourages his end by whimpering, "Harder Megumi!", and then "Cum on them, please!" and now his eyes are now that of a man who's, as they stare down to her scream his vulnerability and urgent need to do exactly that; so she opens her mouth again.
"AaaAhhh-…", Megumi fights to keep his eyes open as his man-made ropes burst from him and all over her.
He nearly collapses from over stimulation as she strokes his length in its final moments of glory and has to take a few seconds to collect himself, never moving from above her.
"Woah. That was...", he pants breathlessly with a slight whine of complete satisfaction that only multiplies when he sees her smile underneath his seed. Now a wee more composed, he scrunches up a wad of the bed sheets, yanks them from the nearest corner and begins to sweetly cleans her face, leaving her breast littered so he could simply view it again, "...can the word great even encompass what I mean?"
Amnessia smirks and massages her boobs together, rolling them in different directions so he can appreciate the mess he made. She had no idea he would turn out to be so fun and adventurous and expresses this by saying, "I thought you weren't very experienced!", giggling to the now bashful man returning. He shifts to sitting up so she leans on her elbows, cleans her chest, and adds, "That was right up my alley."
Megumi slumps on the edge of the bed, merely trying to make sure he isn't dreaming, "I've not been with many girls, they usually are more interested in guys like Itadori or Gojo." She comes up behind him though and embraces him while on her knees as if to combat that absurdity.
"Hmm...I thought you were cute as hell the moment I first saw you.", she confesses, "I was actually embarrassed because I'd been ugly crying like a child."
Megumi secures one of her hands that was rubbing his shoulders and brings it to his lips, "I don't think you're capable of being ugly.", he then twists his head to see her. He means every word. Even on that day when she claimed to be unattractive Megumi's heart found a new meaning, something he'd not been fully presented with before, "You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen."
They gaze into each other's eyes for a minute before they both naturally connect their lips in a soft meeting but he can't help but admit, "I'm so grateful you came into my li-", Megumi pauses and wide eyes the door.
"FUSHIIIIIIIGURRRRR-...oh.", Itadori barged in and is now regretting this as he gets the full, unwanted view of his best friend's naked form, "Shit. Ummm…hey guys?"
"YUUJI WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?", Megumi shouts as he rushes to cover himself and Amnessia, embarrassed that he's been busted showing human tendencies.
Itadori turns away, red faced and nervous while trying to ignore Sukuna complementing Amnessia's body.
"Shut up!", he grimaces to the curse within.
He hears Megumi huffing and other things being moved around and apologizes for not knocking but reports, "I wouldn't usually be so careless but something happened to El and the turned! We're not sure if it's an emergency or not but I was asked to inform you guys!", he explains hoping it will save him from the fury of his friend.
Megumi grumbles, "What happened this time?", as he fumbles his legs into his pants.
"Dude, we don't know! Choso like died for a few minutes but then came back.", Yuuji takes a breath to bathe in the fact his new brother didn't perish. "His hair is super long now but when he started breathing again everyone else was taken out by a weird light! Your dad too! Shit's crazy over there!"
Trying not to display his concern, Megumi swiftly finishes dressing before walking over to Amnessia who's still on the bed. He leans down to kiss her and quietly offers, "I'm going to go ahead and see what's going on.", brushing his thumb across her cheek, "If you want to clean up first and meet up with us, you can."
Yuuji hears this and blushes, pretending ignorance.
"Yeah let me just freshen up a bit…", she winks to Megumi and pulls him down for one more kiss before he walks out the door.
About 15 seconds after they leave she squeals and starfishes backwards into the mattress, inadvertently landing in some of their love.
"God it's everywhere!", she states with amazement, also giggling to the memory of milking it out of him. Without thought she pulls the soiled sheets off the bed and tosses them in the hamper across the room.
"Megumi Fu-shi-gu-ro…", she smiles to his name completely bewildered at how this whole situation is turning out. She's definitely falling for him.
Humming Under the Influence she grabs her robes from the floor and prances into the bathroom. First thing she does is wash her face with a neatly folded rag stacked on small floating shelves. Her entire core throbs when she recalls how he spread her apart, how he took the control she thought she'd have to wield. "Pheww…that one right there…", she grins to herself, consumed by everything he is.
"So, he's better than me?"
Amnessia's blood runs cold as she stares into the sink. Her eyes slowly drift upward to the mirror and what she finds behind her cause her body to turn into a sculpture.
"Te-Temujn?"
Genghis eerily strolls up behind her completely enraged by her giddy behavior as he's been in here listening the entire time.
"He's half my age, my dear.", the faux head jealously growls, "Surely he didn't make you climax either." He knows what she sounds like and nothing of the sort entered his ears while they were… enjoying each other.
With breath hitched in her throat, Amnessia remains a paralyzed statue. She knows what Genghis is capable of and now fears he's about to end her life for having offended him in this way. Plus, she doesn't even know what to say; he's selecting his words tactfully so to demonstrate that he's technically not wrong; he's only presenting facts. This is partially why he's always so successful, Genghis knows how to manipulate like no other.
"You…you broke it off with me, remember?", she fights back with the tiniest voice.
"Hmmm…", Temujin hums as he adoringly hugs her lace covered body from the back. Whenever he looks in the mirror her culpable expression pisses him off as he can't understand how they've arrived to this point so quickly.
"So, I guess you didn't want to waste time with searching for a new man." His voice is full of anger, discontent, but his mannerisms are purposefully the opposite, "How many mediocre mattress dances will it take before you to tell them what you know?"
She's now terrified.
"Sshhh…", he soothes as Amnessia's eyes well up with fluid, "I have a plan, you should know that."
He watches the tears fall, something he felt he deserves after his own threaten to surface over her new affair. He takes a step back and allows his eyes to drink in her little outfit, "You never dressed like this for me."
"Temujin, please! Don't hurt me! I would never give anyone your secrets!", she pleads with him wholeheartedly. She goes to continue expressing her unwavering loyalty but only sounds of struggle leave her once his hand vices around her throat.
"I do not wish to hurt you, dear…", he growls into her braids while forcing her to bend over, "You are my favorite human, remember?"
Her cries of protest rival more hatred for what's become of them but he'll be damned if he doesn't get another piece of this most delectable pie. Freeing himself from his robes, he exhales to the arousal left behind by the last and shoves himself into her with little regard. Wrapping his other hand around her throat, he proceeds to pummel her down into the sink, losing himself in the natural behavior he often tucks away. He calls for his wings while still impeccably concealing his presence, attempting to defile her with his lustful rage only removing a hand to harshly smack her ass.
Amnessia is trying to convey something to him or simply fight him off, he's unsure but it also doesn't matter now that he feels her moisturizing his shaft.
"My dear lady…", he pants out while fucking her mercilessly, "It would seem as though you still love me." He knows deep down that its more of a physiological reaction but has chosen the fool's path for the sake of this episode, "Though you were already loosened…", he wickedly chuckles, "I still love you too."
Amnessia dreadfully tries to think a way out of this since she knows she can't use the traveling technique; he'd be able to sense it and combat it with his own energy. She can't believe he's doing this, never in all their time together has acted so repulsively, so hateful. Never towards her.
'I have to get away!', she cries internally as he continues to hump her into the porcelain fixture.
Genghis watches her trying to push up from the sink and snickers, "No my dear, I will not have that…", and wrenches her arms behind her back, "I'm going to do what the boy could not before I go and you are going to like it."
He hoists Amnessia's upper body towards him and studies her dismantling expression as he slaps his testicles into her from the motions. He then shoves three fingers into her mouth and asks in a demeaning tone if they're big enough to sate her needs. He witnesses her face twisting up to the disinclined euphoria as her walls reluctantly flutter around him. Genghis rams hard into her a few moore times as she meets her high, metaphorically slaying her completely with his length.
"That's right…", he leers, "No one can work this cunt like I do…"
Feeling her defeated stance and how long it takes her to recover from it edges him closer. Feeling truly loathsome, he focuses a technique and repeats a mantra within his mind as his thrusts become telling.
Amnessia opens her eyes and glares at him through the reflection. He's become so vile to her now, a disgruntled small man that would do whatever he pleases to get what he wants. What's his goal here? Why do this now? Surely, he knows that he's ruined any chances of them every getting back together. The whole world could die off and she still wouldn't take him back.
"Fu-ck…", she struggles out through her teeth, "YOIU!"
It breaks his heart but this shows only through his masked assault, "You little bitch.", he ruts through her, "You'll be crawling back to me in no time, be assured of that."
He now holds her in place while using her to become spent, crashing her into the sink as it rattles from the impact.
"I'm going to-…mmmm…fill you so that boy…ahhh…devours it from you unknowingly.", his own depraved words bringing him to bliss with his seed following his threat, filling her.
Amnessia shuts her eyes again and becomes mulled over with disgusting guilt as she thinks about Megumi.
How can she face him with this kind of filth attached to her? She doesn't understand anything at this moment; everything confuses her as she tries to process what Genghis has done. Her voice is still rendered useless as he keeps her in position his weakening flesh resting unsolicited within.
Yet when her view meets her now enemy in the mirror, she's jolted with novel terror.
'WAIT. What is he doing???'
She knows this technique and can nearly feel the mantra taking life and when Temujin's eyes finally flare open, they hone into her with that devilish bloody hue.
He whispers the mantra now out loud until the words spoken conduct the desired threshold and stops. Aside from Amnessia's depleting sniffles of uncertainty, nothing can be heard in the still air.
Genghis backs out of her but remains close as he whispers, "You will always have a piece of my heart and there's no bond that can deny it.", as he begins funneling the energy into his arm and lifts his hand to her forehead, "You will forget about my misgivings as well as the incriminating information and this is for your protection.". He kisses the side of her cheek, "I will not erase your pleasant memories of me for I intend to come back for you." Amnessia's eyes widen and water up all over again, "And I will kill that boy."
Her screams are muffled but with nothing impertinent left to say Temujin releases the energy into her head and she collapses into a sleeping state. Catching her and lowering her down gently to the floor, he stands back up and runs his hands through his hair.
He can't believe he just did that to her. How could he? Is that love? Sure, he's done worse things to others his entire life but Amnessia is special.
"What's done...is done.", he tells himself before turning away from the woman he wishes he never gave up.
Despite himself, he left her memories of Megumi so that she would be guaranteed protection when shit hits the fan. Megumi isn't as advanced as himself in terms of prowess but there's no denying the boy's potential, he's Toji Fushiguro's son after all.
"They'll all die anyways…", he reminds himself after reluctantly reviewing how he's grown fond of Toji, "None of this will matter.", he voices before disappearing.
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"Uhhh, Choso? What are you doing there?", Nobara awkwardly asks, still troubled but glad with how the being is even alive.
"Bro, please don't do anything weird right now! I can't handle anymore today…", Itadori pulls Nobara closer and orients her away.
They've finished laying everyone out in the bed. From left to right; Gojo, Elska, Toji, Naoya and Nanami sleep while undergoing their conjoined synthesis. Choso has just climbed in between Elska's legs to leave tiny little pecs over her cheek startling Megumi, Yuuji, Nobara and Shoko with the wrong idea.
Choso nestles himself into the crook of Elska's neck and sighs, "I need to feel her warmth…", he elucidates while acting as if he's marking her with his scent.
"Well...maybe you should stop anyways.", Megumi glowers to the indecency but is truly more worked up by the mystery of what's going on with them.
Choso whispers, "I'll be there soon.", to Elska and sits up to scoot his knees back, trapping his own incredibly long hair and lowers over her abdomen this time. With a soft hand, he rests his palm over the baby unable to stop himself from tearing up.
So many thoughts are running through his head, so many sorrows and cheers, failures and success, "It's not fair…".
Shoko studies Choso with aggregation in mind since she can tell something is different about him. His now extremely long wavy black hair is three times his height and it sprawls out all around him, encompassing the turned and tangling on the floor like onyx vines. He's getting emotional on a level she's never seen so her concern is lifted to urgency.
"What isn't fair Choso?", she asks calmly even as her eyes befall Kento who she'd only just gotten back.
"I can't tell you.", he morosely states with such honesty that the veracity of his agony resonates through his words.
Shoko stiffens and looks over to the junior shaman who all seem unnerved by that as well. There's something so daunting by the way he said that, entirely too creepy and cryptic.
"What happened to you when you…died Choso?"
He says nothing but his distressed expression darts over causing Shoko to lose her breath. The being's eyes glow a deep red but there're violet dashes obscuring the usual ensemble that hints the turned nature.
Feeling pressured and like the walls are closing in, Choso roars inexorably, "I CAN'T TELL YOU!", and this clearly scares everyone in the room.
Shoko launches to her feet and opens her arms as she backs away and pushes the others behind her,
"Tha- that's alright we don't have to talk about it right now…", she jerks her head around and gives an expression to the junior shaman that sings, retreat. Something is not right with Choso and she'd only been given a glimpse of his instability.
A glimpse was enough.
Choso lay his wary head along Elska's abdomen and knots his arms into her legs like he always does, searching for comfort.
"Master…", he weeps, "I will make sure everything is worth it."
He slowly calms down, knowing that his first task needs to be executed immediately. Choso's eyes blacken as he kisses her midriff and intends himself toward the final stage, he knows she's already there.
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Elska vision opens after feeling an icy gust of wind sheer across her body, "I hate this place!", she shouts out into the vast nothingness. There's no end or beginning, no top or bottom...shit...there's not even a light.
She gathers herself to her feet and roars chaotically in frustration but of course, she's deprived even an echo. As she's falling into panic everything rushes back to her like a ton of bricks; Satoru's injuries, Choso not breathing, Yuuji's cries.
Her hands lift to her face trembling in confusion as she doesn't get why she'd be here of all places.
"My hybrid…", she drops back down to her knees in disbelief, unable to even sob as her hope fabricates his being okay somehow.
There's no overcoming the loss of a beloved turned; it's completely maddening. They are hers and she is theirs. Elska heaves in air, hyperventilating as one of her created dwindle in the realm of the unknown. Her chest feels like its going to compress as if her ribs hold no purpose of protection, or perhaps her hearts becoming inflamed and is pushing against them.
"My…hyb…rid…", she continues to try and say, picturing her dear Choso becoming a lifeless corpse, never to call to on her again. She can't take it.
Suddenly, energy gathers behind her and she recognizes this so she anxiously gets up and turns around to see what is being shown. As the image forms, Elska wipes her eyes and searches it for signs of her hybrid.
There's a young boy, perhaps 4 or 5, sitting at a table with a bowl of cereal in front of him. The window flickers inconsistently like an old film making it difficult to ascertain all of what or where the place is but she can tell that the little boy is throwing a fit for some reason.
"I don't want it! I want the marshmallow one!!!", the young dark-haired boy demands unapologetically.
"Now, now sweetie…", presumably the mother says, "That's not how we get what we want. Where is this attitude coming from, my little one?", she seems genuinely surprised. Elska notices her long flowing black hair but her natural beauty is what sticks out the most. She notes the woman's pretty brown narrow eyes and her thin, perfectly shaped nose all adorned with a gorgeous light grey and golden silk yukata.
A dark-haired man with a matching attire, though bolder in shade, enters and tries, "If you eat all of your breakfast then we can go to the festival, isn't that what you've been begging us about for weeks?!" He glides his arm across the woman's back who sticks out her cheek for a pec. The man obliges with a smile.
"I SAID I DON'T WANT IT!", the boy now flips the bowl over spilling its contents across the table, floor and his lap, leaving him to scream.
The father runs over and pulls him from the seat while the mother tackles the mess, "What is going on with him today?", he asks rhetorically as he places the back of his hand to the boy's head, "Are you sick, Suguru?"
Elska's eyes open fully. This is about her beloved missing Titer. Palming the invisible window and pressing against it, Elska years to be near his energy again.
Little Suguru begins thrashing in his father's arms and erratically screaming like he's in pain, throwing everyone into disorder. The visual before her momentarily cuts out and then proceeds to flicker, adding a sense of horror that shouldn't be.
"SUGURUUU!!!", Elska screams, "SOMETHING ISN'T RIGHT!!"
But her warning goes unheard and this becomes apparent when the scene's begins resembling strobe lights following Getou's adult voice erupting from the boy, "NOT AGAIIIININ"
Oddly however, this clear transience of time doesn't seem to disrupt the consistency of the scene, like she's the only one that's aware it even happened.
"My Titer?!", she beats again the window pane twice, sensing that something's really wrong.
'What is going on? Why can't I get to him?!'
Before Elska knows it a blinding light sweeps over it all and she's abruptly feeling his gravity at work but for the first time ever, she's elated to endure that haunting force. It doesn't knock her down nor does it compress her into the floor though, signaling that this isn't over.
By the time she can bring her eyes back to what is being shown Elska is shocked to find both of his parents pulped into the ground like wads of nearly liquid flesh.
"SUGURU!!!!", she cries from the depths of her soul scratching at the glass as the young boy is left to wail uncontrollably. She can't bear to see this; his pain is all too real and this brings her to barbarism as she flings energized attacks into the window.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING TO EVERYONE!?", she's so desperate to reach the crying boy as she knows that's her Titer behind there, she feels him.
As if to answer her prayers the window lifts, no longer dividing them. She sprints over as the scene evaporates into dust and is carried upwards, simultaneously displaying grown Suguru in his turned form; his stunning brown and gold wings cradle his body as those monstrous roars erupt from behind his lips.
She tackles him and frantically searches for any signs of physical distress, bending down to embrace him obtusely from above, "Suguru…how long have you been in here?", she asks with a shaky voice.
He screeches wildly in response and even without the proper language, she can sense his sanity deteriorating. She squeezes him tighter, "Oh my God…", she inhales shakily as he continues to expel awful sounds. He's losing it and she comprehends this.
"We have to get out of here!", she peels herself away from him to gain footing and reaches down to help him up. He accepts this, so she thinks until he's crushing the bones of her hand and slamming her into their ground.
As she's reeling from the surprise of his attack, Getou snakes his way over to her body and licks her leg. She quickly sits up, ignoring her broken hand to apprehensively view him but he lunges at her and slams her head back down.
Dazed, she lies there for a second and writhes while he climbs on top of her and bears his fangs.
'He doesn't recognize me…', she discerns as he snarls his way over her upper half, 'What am I supposed to do? I can't fuck this up...'
Getou roars into her face, striking her with familiarity and finally braves it instead of turning away, reaching a realization.
He's frenzied.
Elska kicks him off, hating for having to do so but then states, "I can help you Suguru!", as he charges and she braces for impact.
The collision was intense but she's able to control how she falls at least. When she jumps back to her feet though, he's already behind her hooking his arm around her neck to slam her back down. Bouncing off of the hard nothing, she winces and cries out unsure of how to fight back without hurting him. What can she do?
Getou screams violently as he climbs over her again but his tugging and clawing has turned into sniffing as something seems to have caught his attention. He's concentrating on it now and follows his nose all the way to her neck where the familiar redolent scent is most potent; jerking his head back with surprised, infuriated eyes.
"S-sugu-ru?", Bewildered, Elska quietly chirps his name in hopes of answer, but when his expression become crazed he mutters only one thing.
"Mictlantecuhtli."
Elska gasps, 'That name!', it registers with her but she doesn't understand why.
Slipping further away from rationality, this new development causes Getou to shrill at the top of his lungs before engaging his wings to hover over Elska.
She gawks above, fearing what comes next as she knows there's only one reason he'd create distance between them.
Sure enough, the gravity compresses her, stealing her air and cries. Feeling depleted, confused over Getou and broken over Choso, Elska demonstrates her sorrows through the action of surrender as she truly doesn't know how to resolve this.
'It's like Sati all over again…', she thinks and closes her eyes to giveaway some of their fluid.
They all say that she's stronger than Getou but what good is strength if you haven't the will to wield it? She can't hurt him! She doesn't even understand what's going on with him and worries that if she acts too hastily, he will suffer repercussions outside of this dimension. When his wild call erupts again, she does her best to relax knowing the technique is going to hurt regardless. She swears she can hear the whistling of atoms as it rains down with additional force.
"You must get up..."
The crushing weight never found her body.
Disoriented, Elska opens her squinting eyes to find a man with immeasurably long black hair standing in the way of her and demise as he effortlessly holds Getou's gravity in suspended animation with merely an overhead hand.
It takes her a moment to notice the crimson wings under all of that hair but that's when he turns to her with a peaceful smile.
"MY HYBRID!!!!"
Squealing, Elska calls for her wings and launches up to Choso, smacking him off balance enough for him to drop the gravity, it plummeting below with groundbreaking awe. She can't even contain her excitement as she kisses him continuously all over the face, hugging him and crying into him as she revels in the luck of his survival. They're met with another attack but Choso's able to deflect it all and keep them completely unharmed.
The being cradles Elska's cheek enamored by her concern and this seems to be when she realizes the difference in his eyes. He softens them for her and gently comforts her in his arms and shares, "I am fine, I promise…", but gets distracted by her fingers running through his hair.
He chuckles sweetly, "Can you help me get all of this cut later?", to which she gleefully nods and assures that she will.
When a second attack volleys in their direction though, Choso loses his patience and emits one back but Suguru wails horribly from it.
"Master…", he quietly calls as he assesses her injuries, "You have to defeat Getou as he is now if you want him to return. He's been pushed too far but this was the only way to keep him from fading out of existence."
"So, he's not frenzied?", she questions while looking down to her rabid Titer that feigns resemblance of a creature for a menagerie. He sure seems like he is.
"In a way, yes but he's past the point of nurturing back, Elska. You have to overpower him.", Choso hates that he's telling her to do this but he knows for a fact it'll work, "...And you must not hold back."
Elska clenches her fists until she painfully recalls the damaged right that Getou crushed, "O-okay."
As if Choso felt her injuries he lifts the swollen, discolored limb and gently brings their mouths together. She revels in his touch but is gathering passion didn't bring him to do this as viable energy courses from him into her. She gasps into his lips when the rejuvenation has fully realized for its radiation penetrates parts of her she never knew were real.
Its as if Choso himself has become the molecules tending to every single millimeter of her biology with such dedication, such love that she's able to physically recover all that she's lost. As he pulls away she finds the fading violet glow in his eyes that recedes past the red, this blowing her mind as her own ancient energy is mimicked before her. She hadn't even noticed that same light engulfing them through the entire process.
"Defeat him.", the being shares his confidence as well and then observes the fulgent dashes in her eyes become brilliantly reborn.
"He is yours."
Elska, refreshed and brimming with vitality nods to her enigmatic hybrid before aiming an aggressive descent towards Getou. The being reluctantly watches as she calls Suguru's name and torpedoes through the air. Right before she is able to actually make contact though, Getou sweeps his body low to the ground and snatches her ankles as they sped past his head.
Choso grimaces, knowing he can't interfere; that she has to do this on her own. That doesn't make the prospect any less brutal however because her cries of pain threaten to demolish his God-given role. He cannot abrogate.
"Get up!", he shouts from afar, "FIGHT!"
Elska spits out some blood, Suguru slammed her again and this time, she's certain her right femur is broken too.
'That's like the strongest bone!', she tells herself, surprised that's all she suffers. Hovering back into the air she caps her ascension to just above their ground to avoid catastrophe in case he uses gravity again.
'I have to get it together…', she reiterates while wiping her face to reveal her own fangs.
Choso grins confidently, "Yes."
"SUGURU!", she calls as he gears up to launch at her again, "I know you can't understand right now but are not alone!! You never will be again!"
Choso's view bounces between the two, his chin lifting with pride as this very moment ends and enters them between eras.
Elska sighs when Getou expectantly does not respond with intelligence in turn, invigorating her with purpose. With a final message, her voice projects into something unnatural' a mixture of her own tone and the thundering pressure of a turned, "I don't care what you've done Suguru Getou because...YOU ARE MIIIINE!"
Elska's calculated fall from above is acknowledged by Getou launching from his spot, bee-lining for her but right before the connect she lifts her hand and emits that flummoxing wave that rattles the nothingness around them.
"Yes…", Choso quietly cheers, "Now go for it…"
She swiftly swoops over to Suguru and uppercuts him as he struggles to stand. The wild Titer falls backwards so she topples him immediately and tries to maintain control of the situation by choking him. It's taking forever though and he flails so violently that she's unable to continuously mount such a steed.
When that doesn't work, Getou brings his fist down to her elbow and snaps it in the opposite direction but instead of faltering, Elska hones into him while determination. Amongst the struggle for domination he's able snatch her hurt arm and rip a chunk out it with his teeth.
Choso feels lightheaded while having to relive what he already knew would be. He wants to save her, to fight Getou himself but that won't work. It's similar but vastly different than a child who receives punishment. If its from the parent, structure can become the situation but if a stranger does it, the child simply feels abused. She is Getou's master. She is the only one that can make him submit.; he ascertains this thoroughly.
Elska further battered, relinquishes her attempt to suffocate her turned and flies higher into the black abyss.
'Should I use it?', she wonders about her technique, 'Will it be too much?'
She doesn't have a lot of time though because at any second she could be crushed. She makes her decision.
As her palm flushes against her chest, Choso sighs his pride.
Bending her fingers at the first knuckle, Elska takes a deep breath while studying her beloved Titer.
Aiming this at him twists her stomach but she knows she's left without a choice. She has to save him.
Getou pushes off the ground to counter in their sky but Elska's lightning is so time-altering that it strikes Suguru before he likely knew he was hit.
With held breath, they witness Suguru's limp body plop to floor without so much as a twitch. He lies there now absent of wild screams or raging roars while the culpability creeps into Elska's mind.
'Wha-what have I done?!!'
Choso sails to the front of her view and embraces her wholly while saying, "It had to be this way Master, please don't be sad.", but when this fails to uplift her mood he proceeds with, "You're a lot faster now, did you notice?", and reaches behind her to draw attention to her wings.
Elska shakes her head no, fighting back the tears and is overcome with a foreign sensation after the being strokes her metal feathers, "Huh?", she snaps her around and discovers that she now has four wings in total.
"Do you remember when you formed a set of wings while already having a set, even when it wasn't necessary?", he asks and seconds later, Elska's radiant eyes widen, "It's because you were always meant to have four but your mind and body weren't communicating. You needed to be more whole."
He smiles to her speechlessness pulling her broken body closer as Getou disappears from the dimension, "Now, let's go home."
Elska succeeded.