Shoko gasps, "Are these burns?!!", as her eyes well with tears; the street light guarding her car removing the shadows that lie underneath Nanami's frayed button up. He gives no answer and is still behaving as if he's mute so Ieiri's mind is left to imagine the worst as she assumes of his battering.
Hiromi quietly holds out his hand as they near the Subaru Forester suggesting her and Nanami to rest against it.
"Give me the keys.", his voice wrapped in steel as he will not accept anything other compliance with this point, "You're in no state to drive."
He doesn't mean to invite himself but also on the contrary, he's not leaving Shoko alone with Kento until they can comprehend what the fuck is going on. Quivering, she digs through pockets but Nanami slumps forward which causes her to jerk towards him in fear of his falling. Only the keys hit the pavement.
"FUCKING COME…on...", she sniffles and ducks her head to hold back a sob while Hiromi kneels to pick them up as she's relaying, "I'm sorry."
Her blurred vision lands back to her broken man and the agony dancing behind those discriminating red eyes.
'Is he searching for her?', Shoko dares to wonder after she watches Kento's mini glowing blood moons flicker over towards the direction in which they came; her studying Kento as he's beginning to present with apprehension over leaving. When Hiromi unlocks the door and twists around to open the back one from the inside, the misting skies embellish into sprinkles. It's as if the sky is crying with her as she provokes herself into denial.
"Come on Kento, watch your head…", Hiromi assists the compromised man into the back seat covering the top of Nanami's skull with his own hand and inspecting him intently as his eyes illuminate the floorboard and cupholders. The sun is rising but they're covered by clouds and shrouds of translucent haze all of this adding to their dreary reality. He gently shuts the door before his gaze befalls to Shoko. She's a fucking wreck.
"Hey…", he reaches towards Ieiri only wanting to dry her sorrows but knows by judging that vacant expression she wears there's nothing he can do that will really help.
The rain picks up gradually dousing the two of them further while he finds the right words and Shoko clings to herself. Her lab coat becomes matted against her body, that long pretty hair of hers as well, 'We can't stay out here…', Hiromi reminds himself. He too wishes to put distance between them and the campus.
"We should get out of this weather, Shoko...", he grabs her shoulder and squeezes carefully, "Let's get you home."
Inside the humid car, Nanami cringes when Shoko wails; the dampened sounds still reaching him over the pattering small drops pecking the roof of the white SUV.
"Ieiri…", he winces, "I'm a piece of shit!"
Shoko has always been in his heart he's loved her from the sidelines for years. They haven't been official for that long but he's even already delved into the idea of marriage. He knows he wants Ieiri, that she is the woman of his dreams but now she's bawling in the rain because he can't seem to remember any of this when it mattered the most.
'This…bond…', he thinks to himself as he laments over his tormented heart, 'Oda.'
He doesn't understand it but when he imagines not being near Elska, suddenly his chest tightens to the point where it at least feels like no air can be inhaled. His hands flop out in his lap; the very hands that viced Elska and the recent memories crawling through his consciousness trigger a moment of sheer alarm.
They're taking him away.
Away from his Master.
"No.", growls Nanami with a revamped purpose unlike he's ever felt before, "I...", his fingers curl into a clenching fist, "…have to stay...Oda."
'Master', hauntingly echoes in Nanami's mind like whispers being spread through an impatient crowd.
Hiromi's eyes widen when they take in Kento squirming and rushing across the back seat where he then falls out the other side of the car. Hiromi's about had his fill of this game. Without thinking, he plants a quick kiss to Shoko's head before telling her to stay put, not even realizing what he'd done.
Shoko stands there in the absence of Hiromi's arms who she hadn't even noticed was effectively helping until they were gone.
"Did he just…?", her immediate bewilderment saves her a few seconds of torment as the higher up gallops his top speed to catch Nanami.
It's beginning to feel as though they're trying to catch a wild animal, one that's too smart to lure with bait but rather requires strategy and clever contraptions. A wild human animal.
The excitement of the morning takes its full toll, her lowering to the ground and covering her head, a position reminiscent of someone participating in a tornado drill. Shoko's mind is so overstimulated that she can't even decide if she wants to chase after Kento or remain as she is and cry.
What kind of hope can she hold onto now that Nanami is sprinting back to Elska?
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"I swear to God Naoya is like a spoiled prince that neglects his duties all because he feels like it's his birthright!", Maki twirls the umbrella always having liked the magical way the water spirals out as she used to pretend the pattern was the cursed energy she barely possessed. "I can't believe he still needs babysitting at this age and he's older than me! I promise you though, Naoya is getting it this time. Of all times he chooses to go AWOL."
Yuta can't help but chuckle though he's right to expect that fuming look shot back at him.
"What!?", he throws his hands up and they stop, "You know I think you're extra cute when you're pissed."
Maki rolls her eye but refreshes her face with a smile, "That is until you're the reason for it." She takes a step forward again, the rundown building off the edge of the campus becoming visible, "They're living in that shit hole?"
"Don't leave me in the rain! I'll stop laughing, I promise!", Yuta jogs a few feet until they're both back under the umbrella, snagging her hips into his own.
"I swear not a single one of you men are capable of keeping focus. I don't know if it's the whole dick and balls thing or what but…", she hushes herself as the familiar yet different sensation of Nanami's energy accumulates towards them rapidly. She squints through the haze to see but before she can even share her thoughts with Yuta, he's already dashing towards the scattered manager.
"I see the reports were true then…", Yuta draws his katana while running forward, "Poor sensei. He would never carry himself like this if he were in the right mind." Maki and himself have already been debriefed.
"KENTO!", Hiromi shouts with sheer aggravation, "STOP THIS!!"
He's so close. He gained some footing and can almost snatch the loosened shirt dangling from Nanami's back and attempts it even but its just out of grasp so he's left with no choice but to attack, to somehow subdue the relentless turned.
While gathering his non-lethal form of cursed energy and concentrating a katana flashes into view and strikes Nanami into the ground.
"Oh God no…", Hiromi skids to a cold stop feeling a starkness caving into his heart as Nanami collapses hard into a puddle. After about of second of panic, unsure of who else is with them he now builds an attack towards the assailant.
"Make another move and I'll cut you in half."
Hiromi stumbles to a pause and only inches away from the end of a long sword that leads to a very recognizable woman in dressed in black. 'America really is lost…', he surmises from previous private correspondence after noticing how she now bears scars all along her neck and face, arms as well accompanied by a single open, working eye. She doesn't harness much cursed energy but that weapon is extremely enhanced and difficult to use, though you probably wouldn't guess it by how she employs it with ease.
Her counterpart is a well-known shaman who usually handles all of the Gojo-scale missions abroad. Yuta, the wielder of the katana has been noted to harvest extreme hatred towards the elders and most secret societies and can also be incredibly volatile but luckily believes in protecting the weak so he fights curses. These factors added into him being next of kin to Gojo riddles Hiromi with flight or fight.
Separately they're both forces to be reckoned with but this forebodes a dismal outcome since they're apparently working together. Hiromi's eyes dart between the younger man and Nanami, then back her, "You're…"
"Why did you have to hit him that hard!?", Maki grumbles as Yuta bends down to roll Nanami over to his back and out of the puddle. He merely clocked him with the dull side of the blade.
"No offense sweet cheeks but uhhh…", Okkotsu jumps his eyebrows, "…our sensei here was about to cause some problems." He looks up to the man that was chasing Nanami and blatantly states, "And you must be the higher up dog that's been keeping tabs on this I guess.", Yuta's eyes dull, "You reek of that soiled elderstench."
Hiromi grunts to the insult and goes to move forward but meets with the point of Maki's sword, hearing, "I said don't fucking move." It's clear by her tone that she's distrustful of him already.
He balls up his hands, "We were only trying to get Kento away from here. This is not the place for him, he's not safe around them."
"Them?", Yuta cocks his head to the side, playfully exuding a threatening tone. He's been away for a while now but is well aware of the fates that have met Naoya, Gojo and Nanami, all people he holds dear. "What could you mean by that?", he's wishing that the right yet wrong thing will follow because after the shit they just went through slicing any limb from the organization would feel like justice.
Hiromi gulps down air, hands still frozen above his head. The strange response from the pair insinuates his need for caution enough that he refrains from uttering out the words he had to clarify, 'blood shaman'.
Lights glare upon them all and tires can be heard screeching to a stop. His heart races as he feels Shoko's energy and wishes she would've remained behind and out of harm's reach. The only thing he can do to regain control of this situation is to use that of which is he forbidden to. For her and Kento though? He may be willing to do so.
"What the hell are you kids doing?!!!", Ieiri slams the driver's door with her motherly voice on full scale as she beelines for them all. She spots Kento and twists up with despair while he lies on his back, unconscious next to Yuta.
"Sh-shoko?", Maki stammers as she lowers her weapon. She glares at Hiromi but offers, "I guess this changes things…you're lucky.", and sheaths her sword before helping with the lifting of Nanami.
As they work together to move him to the back of the car, Maki can't help but feel utter confusion. 'He's a spy…', she thinks about Hiromi, 'I don't understand his involvement with this. The elders are planning to eradicate the turned so what's his fucking angle with helping Shoko?'
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"Doll…", Toji titillates as Elska now bends over the bed in front of him invitingly. His eyes dance over to Naoya, wondering why his cousin hasn't complained more about how he's hogging her but it leaves his mind when the words, "My beloved", creep into his ears. While on her spreading feet, she leans back against his chest and draws nails against his scalp. The sheer pleasure from that alone sends a tremor through his body, one that reverberates into her as well. He grabs the base of himself and drags his flesh into her crevices, stirring the surface layer of her arousal before pressuring his tip back up and into her rear. They both moan as the first inches submerge again and bury in, his lips having no choice but to find her own as he turns her head.
Naoya strolls from the end of the bed and around them to reach the other side. He couldn't help but curiously peek at how Toji and her are connected and even watches some as she's split into submission.
"Baby…", he taunts as he sits on the spot next to her sending his hand between her condensing thighs.
Toji growls territoriality but doesn't try to stop the blonde from fondling her. There will always be a part of him that feels he's her only turned but since those are days of the past he can't ignore that Naoya adds to her happiness as well. He's simply out of sorts and in need of the reassurance their bond blesses him with. That conversation with Gojo and Megumi about Sachiko reopened wounds that he reckons will never truly heal but knows that Elska is the one person that can ground him in the beauty of the current. Her sweetened voice breaks with bated breath, the melodies she carries painting a picture for how much she needs him right back. He works his hips carefully trying to dig in deeper until he reaches her soul.
"Mmmmmm…", Naoya hums as her body receives Toji and briefly tenses. He glides his saturated fingertips to her abdomen and smiles widely as he feels their child. There's nothing that can bring him down right now, not even Toji sodomizing her. He chuckles to himself directing his hand back down to her clitoris where he rubs pressured circles before flinging his wrist rapidly to base her in stimulation.
Elska whimpers and melts in Toji's arms as Naoya concentrates on her reactions to make it as unbearably wonderful as possible. This feels so perfect and the anticipation of her prince's more aggressive involvement has her motioning back into Toji, taking more of him in. Her beloved's groans of satisfaction tingle against her ear transgressing into goosebumps that envelope her skin. The pressure within that stems from Toji's massive size makes her want to be at their mercy more than ever. Her turned are incredibly intoxicating and she is desperately wanting to feel that high.
Orao breathes heavily on the other side of the door siphoning all that sexual frustration through his nose to stay concealed. He's astonished by this display because by his very own eyes he's discerned that Elska isn't be forced like they were informed at all. They're not brutes with her, they don't hold her down to take her as she screams and she's certainly not starved. She's healthy, strong and thriving with these new men.
'This doesn't add up…', he thinks while gripping his pants-covered erection, 'Why would Genghis lie? What can he gain?', but Orao's ears are cursed by the next verbal exchange they intercept, his veins steaming by the very audacious possibility that she's here of her own will as her voice whispers, "I love you too."
A cold gust tears through the missing wall and nearly swings the unlatched door open but he was quick enough to end his streak of bad luck and keeps it seemingly unaffected. Perhaps that icy air is what he needed though because his jealousy surged at the prospect of Elska siding with these alloyed dilutions over the royals; those of whom with she actually belongs.
"Take your time baby…", Naoya coos while brushing the hair from her face as she now straddles him. His deep voice mauls out an audible breath as the grace of her walls squeezing his length is always the most glorious sensation. She bends forward and their lips lock passionately, his hands contouring around her small frame to keep her in his immediate vicinity.
Toji exhales as he stares into the withstanding proof that she can adjust to his size but allows Naoya a few minutes of intimacy like he cordially was granted moments before. A smirk stains Toji's face when his cousin successfully removes her tank top, the expanses of her skin finally revealed for them to visibly devour. He groans heavily while observing them and then looks down to his own member wishing he would've waited to dip into that cave so he could've felt her juices too. The mere sound of her excitement around Naoya's girth around causes him to pout his mouth to the side but instead of being defeated, he walks into the bathroom to clean himself up. Toji is a man of solutions.
"You're so fucking hot princess…", Naoya gasps to his goddess as she uses her motions to create long, fluid strokes that has him losing his mind. She takes her time when lifting her hips but as soon as it feels that he may slip out, she crashes her thighs down with haste. Such joyous torture.
"My selfless prince…", a lush smile creeps across her parted lips as Naoya's reddened face screws with a wanton expression. She increases her rhythm and braces herself against his chest until he culls her motions into more dramatic ones with the guidance of her waist. She shuts her eyes and loses some of that stature as his length searches deeper.
Naoya lifts his hips into her and is rewarded with verbal confirmation of her enjoyment. He bites his lip, reaches up to her hair and grips it by the root to tilt her head back, "My pretty princess just wants to be handled…"
All within seconds he pushes up from the bed and rolls over on top of her, spreading her legs widely to enter her again. He loves it when she rides him but currently he refuses to have any space between them. Naoya layers her body with himself and anchors back into her walls but seals her voice with his lips. His tongue circles hers and their shared gasps only encourage him to cage her more. He goes to grab her arms but finds they're already being held over her head.
Toji hovers his freshened shaft over her gathered wrists, expecting Elska to pump him with both hands maybe but instead she uses one to massage his testicles. He throws his head back and ponders on how nice his life truly is and thanks to passion, berates himself for ever having forgotten that.
She's panting out moans and squirms while Naoya lays his pipe but her eyes flash up to him. Toji can almost taste her lust while her devious expression calls him back into the trance. When Naoya sits up and folds her knees back into mattress lifting her lower half more into the air, the slight scent releasing from her pores causes Toji to seductively demand, "Let us have it doll."
Naoya too can sense it and is also itching for the release. He's noticing that she seems to have more control over her pheromones this time and if he's being honest, it irks him.
What happened to the days where he could touch her calf and get smacked in the face with a wave? When a simple kiss could cause catastrophe? He levels into this mode of pure determination and decides that he shall leave her with no choice.
Elska's weight shifts to the comforter when Naoya gets off the bed and glares her way. She attempts to get up to check on him but when his maroon eyes flash above her to Toji, she gathers that she's not going anywhere.
"What's going on?", she asks as confusion betrays the truth.
Toji keeps hold of her wrists but slides onto to the bed next to her head and offers, "Should've listened doll.", he winks for her to play along. The excitement in her eyes almost brought him to a hearty cackle, the way those dim dashes lit up when she caught on, "Guess where going to have to do this the turned way."
Naoya confidently lifts his head and calls for his wings, 'She always likes it when Toji does this!', but inadvertently immediately freaks out when his blueish black metal feathers impale the room, one scratching his cousin's arm.
"You little shit!"
Distraught and with wide eyes, Naoya wheezes, "WHAT THE FUCK?!", grabbing at his own wings with remorse, "Holy shit! Are they metal!?" , trying to release them but because of his rampant train of thought, "THEY WON'T GO AWAY!!!!" Indeed, they only flail and flap because of this.
Elska snickers and rolls to her side facing Toji who also failed to disperse his amusement over Naoya's reaction.
"Calm your tits boy, we were enhanced this last go-round.", Toji cracks up while rubbing Elska's arm splayed across his knees but thinks to her 'Doll, did you see his fucking face!?'
"Yea well now I'm glad one cut your ass!", Naoya folds his arms turns his nose up while they finish up with their giggling. He finds it all funny now too and lets this be known when he slacks his stance and warns, "My pride has been destroyed and now I must ravage a beauty to feel better about myself!" With this he launches from where he stands and playfully roars as he wrestles the squealing Elska back against the bed.
"My beloveeeeeeeed!", she pleas for Toji's help while Naoya licks her neck, purposefully tickling her with his breath, "Save me from this horny man!"
Toji is already standing by now though and calls for his own wings. The gust from their larger dimensions stir the room adding a fleeting chill that causes Elska to shiver under the make-believe blonde villain.
"Toji's not going to help you princess…", Naoya threatens as he settles back into the mood and takes on a more productive role, "You're just going to have to take it." Her brow furrows when he pierces her core once more, his own voice fading into what seems like disbelief as all jokes are put aside.
"I like the sound of that…", Toji shares while folding his wings to crawl back onto the bed. As soon as she registers that he's joining, she initiates rolling over while Naoya hums approvingly. Once she's on all fours, Toji tenderly holds her chin and asks, "Want me to open this up too?", rubbing his thumb across her lips with a smirk that bends his scar.
Orao leans back from the door and holds his breath with wide eyes as he continues to gaze at the floor.
'Sustainedmetal?!'
He doesn't understand what he just saw. Last he knew, not even Elska could keep them in that form so how the fuck are her turned capable of this?
'What the fuck is going on here? Why are they so advanced?!'
There's no way in Mictlan he'd stand a chance against either of her turned in that room. 'And those guys…', he instinctively looks behind him towards the door leading to the foyer as he recalls Satoru Gojo and the excessively violent one, 'Who of these beasts are the father of this child? Which one is the fucking Zenin?'
Another cold gust blares through as he's consumed by the idea of this all being a terrible mistake. He's on his own here and is facing foes that are tiers higher than they're supposed to be. His hands shield his ears as the blonde turned pumps himself into Elska. Orao cannot stand to see her so fucking elated with these rejects and this irate jealously begins to twist him to mirror similar negative traits he exuded when she was with the King.
'Why them?! WHY?'
It's like Elska never even gave him a chance when he matched her personality far better than Bengill ever could. Better than any of them ever would. He would've never asked her to change or try to convince her she should.
His eyes peel away from the floor to study them all again but his focus strains onto the blonde whose bond with Elska is currently irritating him the most.
A differing scent slips into the room and though the trance would typically dilute any distractions, Toji's atypical senses are ruffled even as Elska begins to bob her head over his shaft. He shakes his head and looks around the room now heightened to a strange presence lurking very, very close by. Naoya and his doll are completely unaware and this remains obvious as the blonde pounds into her while seething compliments about her existence. But then the door creaks with Toji catching it immediately.
Naoya grabs up Elska's wrists and secures them behind her back while rolling his hips, glancing over to Toji who's crossing the room but then turns his attention back to her. He takes one hand to grab and spread her ass while he strokes through her walls, eyes glued to the slick painting his length.
"I'm going to make you release it alllllll, baby…", he taunts while massaging his thumb into her second entrance; her cries of satisfaction making him feel as though he's the most important man in the world.
"Oh yeah?", Elska pants and arches her back gripping the sheets as Naoya's pace only intensifies, "Try y-...your best-mmm." Her bluff is called as the masterful side of her prince surfaces.
Naoya slaps her ass and folds over top her, snaking a hand to her throat so she lays flat on her stomach, "I'm going to fuck you so well that you'll release five." He traps her voice, smiles and whispers, "And then I'll pleasure you some more." When she moans his name he anchors down into her, completely bottomed out, "No, princess…", he thrusts hard but weighs into her, "You know what to refer to me as…"
'He acts as if he owns her...', Orao begrudgingly acknowledges the sensuality that exists between Elska and the blonde but in no way does this create a healthy situation. He's already had it with these turned.
'We have to fucking kill them, obliterate them from existence…undo what these freaks have done...', this reminding him of something else that Genghis mentioned.
Apparently, the council or Elders of this planet have already taken steps necessary to help quell their turned problems and although these measures are aimed at Elska as well, Orao nor the King plan to let her slip into that fate with her beloveds. Can he really trust this information though? Genghis has been wrong about every aspect of this situation aside from the marauders being turned by her. If this bit is correct though that means they can at least rely on assistance when the time comes.
"Please Master!"
Orao snarls viciously as his eyes narrow and finds offense in Elska referring to the blonde with such honorifics.
'HE IS NOT HER MASTER!', he feels his cover evaporating due to the hateful heat of his soul that burns in sun-surfaced temperatures. Though he's been met more cruelly by Satoru Gojo and that violet turned beast most of his hatred accumulates for this deep voiced man that is literally living the life he deserves.
'Wait…', Orao begins to panic as he realizes he's lost sight of the larger, muscular turned, 'Where did he go?!'
He slowly stands up so he can try to gain as much visual through the sliver as possible but before he's able to make sense of the horrific sound huffing near the wall the door swings open to show the missing turned that holds an expression of brutality.
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Gojo senses a spike in Toji's energy in the distance and hopes that its just due to a really good orgasm.
He's been following Choso on foot this entire time steadily going deeper into the forest. This already brings back terrible memories but with the knowledge of that stupid fucking body guard showing up too, he's simply in a foul way. He's antsy, nervous but also resigned to see this through.
He asks Choso up ahead, "How long are we going to do this? Create or portal or let me teleport us."
"Be patient please…", Choso spots the area intended and sighs, "I wouldn't have to go this far out but we will be interrupted soon." He now stops trekking and stares at a small patch of land he was searching for and whispers, "My yolotli…"
"Is this interruption going to be a problem? Like someone we need to act inconspicuous around? Because we look suspicious as fuck.", Gojo questions as he approaches the right side of Choso to see what he's staring at.
Within seconds, Gojo's head fills with flashes of his awakening and the images scorn his very heart once he gathers that this is where he killedElska. He feels himself darken as he snatches Choso by the shoulder and demands to know, "Why the fuck would you bring me here?!", with tears brimming in the edges of his eyes.
"Quell your rage Satoru, this place has more beauty than you recognize.", Choso offers with a small smile, "This was the very moment our victory was assured."
"I fucking tore through every single person that has ever been good to me here. How the fuck can you expect me to not be angry?!" Gojo whines under his breath and staggers to hard plop against a mossy patch in the earth. He flattens his hand and brushes his fingers through nearby cloves while his respiration becomes harder to perform. "My love…"
"I am sorry that you had to experience all of this, that your life was as it was…", Choso sympathetically pats Gojo's head as he continues, "But you were critical to this whole equation and I needed to ensure success." Gojo peers up to him curiously which causes him to smile, "You're more important than you'll ever understand Satoru Gojo and I need you to know your role. It is imperative that you and only you remain ahead of most all."
The time has come to receive his answers perking Gojo's posture as he leans into Choso's hand that's still playing in his white locks.
"Explain to me then buddy, who else is in there with you Choso? And why did you lie to me about Nanamin…"
Choso takes a seat next to Gojo casually sprawling out his legs against the morning dew but he faces the shaman and elucidates, "I'm glad to see your eyes have improved, that you could tell. It's rather lonely since I can't fully explain it to anyone…"
"How long has this been going on Choso? You can tell me."
Choso snickers, "Not long. I took in our friend last night believe it or not. I died in that explosion after having absorbed Naoya and Elska's energy but it would seem he's been watching over us this entire time. He planned that."
Gojo scrunches his face, "Last night, huh?", he shivers once recalling the grave injuries, "Yea…that shit wasn't fun." He looks back to Choso, "But do continue. I want to know why we're here."
After a sigh Choso proceeds being glad Kento was not brought back up, "There's a dimension that I'm connected to, my shadow realm and that place is the source of all of my power. Not even my brothers could obtain this even though we were created roughly the same way. This dimension wasn't designed for me however, it was more like I was designed for it."
"Still lost but alright."
The most innocent giggle escapes the being which infectiously attacks Satoru who is seemingly less tense than before, this giving Choso relief.
"The dimension mentioned is the home of the…I guess you can consider him a deity, it always has been since he was banished to it far before the conception of time or even the sprouts of tangible life in this universe. He knew the humans would turn out to be problematic for all life and wanted to persuade the other Gods to halt in the birth of humanity but was overruled and hence sent away because of his ability to cause imbalance. He swore to destroy the humans out of pure spite and as retribution."
Gojo's eyes widen, "Elska's purpose…"
"Yep!", Choso throws an arm around Gojo's shoulder, "Her ancestors failed to pay the debt of receiving cursed energy but their will was weak considering the deity dispersed himself throughout the Oda clan, minimizing his power. None before were ever supposed to be the generation that would bring his dreams to fruition…" Choso gently knocks his head into Gojo's and smirks, "But Elska is."
He gives Gojo a moment to internalize all of that but once its obvious the shaman is ready for more he adds, "He's here with us now but we decided I should speak to you first to ease you into the idea of it all."
"My love now wants to do this and I told her I would support her every step of the way.", Gojo shimmies his weight so his crossed legs won't fall asleep, "I'll gladly kill every last one of them myself if I have to, her heart is too soft for that kind of job…"
Choso leans away and studies Satoru with confusion as he's underestimated the depths of Gojo's understanding once again. He simply wasn't expecting him to say that about Elska.
"She is kind now Satoru but she's also the reason we will all know freedom. You must have more faith in her capabilities for she is the most potent replica of Mictlantecuhtli's ideals. You've seen glimpses of it before but do know that within that beautiful creature lies wrath like no other."
Gojo lies his back into the grass, "Ahhh, that's because she's perfect!", and smiles to himself while imagining her at full strength. Those glimpses play behind Satoru's eyes; the time when Elska obliterated the council, or when Naoya brought her back from Getou's hideout and shit hit the fan or even the day she killed dismembered that Titer at the mall.
"Yes, yes she is…", Choso concurs readily and with a tone full of love.
"Micki-land-ecu-what? I don't know if I can even pronounce that! What a name…", Gojo trails off as he breaks the word up to sound it out, still not having luck, "It's a fucking tongue twister. Kinda retarded."
"That's why I call him Cuhtli…", Sukuna strolls from behind a tree, "Much less pompous."
Gojo jumps and warps behind the curse, "What the fuck are you doing out with Yuji's body? Seems like you've forgotten about me…"
"Back the fuck off shaman-shit I'm here to help you understand the fucking situation.", Sukuna throws an elbow behind him but collides with nothing as Gojo warps back to Choso. He grumbles, "So fucking annoying…"
Choso stands between them, "And here's the interruption I mentioned earlier…"
"HEY! I'm here to fucking aid! Shits rare. Show respect." Sukuna folds his arms and juts out his lips.
"How the hell is this dusty cunt wrapped into all this?", Gojo beams his two-toned eyes at the King of Curses, "You know he wants to fuck my love right?"
"I sure do."
"Silence Ryomen, you're once again making this more difficult than it needs to be.", Choso sterns his face for the curse until Sukuna gives in and replies, "Fine, fine. Continue."
Gojo growls, "Cunt…", but orients towards Choso having lost his train of thought.
"That reminds me", Choso moves closer to Satoru, "That bodyguard…he is not to be trusted. He was recruited and rushed through the process by Temujin Genghis, who is a big reason we're talking right now. Choso basks in the flare of energy that circulates around Gojo at the very mention of the Titer's name.
"I should've killed that fucker twice.", is all Gojo mutters until he's made to ask, "How did he even survive the first time? I didn't use cursed energy when I cut his organs away so I can't comprehend how he came back. What's the deal with that fucking guy any ways? Something's off about him…"
Sukuna smiles waiting to relish in the bewilderment that's sure to be strewn across the cocky shaman's features. He then cackles as he thinks back to that first time at the compound where he was able to discern what Genghis really was once he used that strange technique that seemingly siphoned the oxygen out of the room. The manipulated atmosphere inadvertently magnified the Titer's energy patterns, thus giving him away.
Gojo waits for the explanation but prior to its arrival Choso undergoes a minuscule yet mind boggling energy switch that leaves his eyes glowing completely violet versus having the purple dashes.
"I saved him.", Mictlantecuhtli speaks and marvels at the way Satoru gazes at him, the shaman making sense of that familiar voice.
The liar.
"Oh fuck okay…", Gojo backs up and studies them both, "So you're the deity then? Mictlandacan?" A small breeze blows by and causes his towel to sway making Gojo grab his manhood and rub the itch created by the moving cloth.
"Gods…you're just going to touch yourself in front of us?", Sukuna frowns while his eyes dash between Gojo's face and his towel.
"Yes, I am.", Mictlantecuhtli inspires, "And you are a very promising turned, Satoru Gojo, I've watched you your entire life." Satoru seems to accept the compliment but is hesitant at the same time, "I love you."
Gojo raises an eyebrow and cautiously glances over to Sukuna while thinking, 'Are they trying to bang me?!', wrapping his towel tighter with nothing to say in his defense.
"Look at him! He's actually scared!", belts out Sukuna as he presses an arm against the tree to support the hefty flow of mockery leaving him.
"Believe it or not I'm just not into dicks is all…", Gojo taunts back nervously but that's when he remembers being curious about Sukuna's true form and adds, "But yours I'm quite interested in now that I think about it!"
Mictlantecuhtli sighs heavily while Sukuna hurls homophobic insults, Gojo turning the tables and pestering the curse in a questionable manner. Mictlantecuhtli is far more impatient than Choso and this shows when he shouts, "TEMUJIN GENGHIS IS A TURNED!"
Gojo, in the midst of riling up the disgusted curse freezes and twists his entire body to view the deity, "What the fuck did you just say?" He now slinks back over to Choso's body, unable to recognize that ferocious gaze, "You mean to tell me that old fucking cocksucker knows my love intimately?", his voice venomously harsh.
When he's only inches away Mictlantecuhtli glares upwards towards Gojo, "If you'd just listen, you'd know that his master is not Elska by now."
It's so strange but fascinating the way Satoru Gojo can go from 0-100 and then back within seconds. Surprised by the lack of rebuttal he pauses before further explaining, "He serves the King's sister and always has. Genghis orchestrated this entire storm with his mind and actions alone, all for the sake of King Bengill's fall from grace."
Gojo bends his knees and bears his weight through the balls of his feet as his mouth heatedly utters, "I fucking knew it! I fucking knew it…I fucking knew it…I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Gojo pulls at his hair while replaying their most recent exchange, "That weird fucking variance in his energy…the way he stood away from the wall…his knowledge about her kind…his fucking perfect little fucking plan..."
Sukuna whistles with raised eyebrows as Satoru swirls himself into a fit, "Yeah, real stable one you got there Cuhtli…"
"Silence. This is a lot for him to take in.", The violet deity lowers down beside Gojo and speaks a calming tone, "Do not torment yourself over this Satoru, you were never meant to know for sure until now…"
"MY LOVE HAS SUFFERED BECAUSE I COULDN'T FUCKING TELL. I HAVE THE SIX-EYES AND I COULDN'TFUCKINGTELL!"
His new immersion into these heavily culpable feelings send Satoru spiraling as he thinks about Elska's torture at the hands of Getou, Naoya being impaled by a spear, Sachiko meeting her and then, Nanami being turned.
'If I'd only known sooner…none of that would have happened…'
"Shhhh…", Mictlantecuhtli wraps his arms around Gojo and rocks them in place, "Everything is as it's supposed to be." Gojo regains composure but is still shaking from rage bringing the deity to disclose, "Now that you have this information though you cannot harm Amnessia. She will provide you with less than I have and she's very dear to me as well. I want her to feel safe with all of you. That girl is the reason I saved Genghis to begin with. She belongs with my yolotli and the rest of us."
Gojo wipes his face, looks at Sukuna but becomes embarrassed and then stares back to his lap, "I don't want to hurt her. If I ever did, Megumi would fucking hate me…", Gojo tears up slightly, "And I've already done enough damage there."
Mictlantecuhtli hugs Gojo firmly, "You will make up for it in the near future. Your beautifully destructive nature has purpose and it will serve for the betterment of us all."
"This is getting really lame…", Sukuna mumbles jealously as Gojo gets all the attention. His eyes search aimlessly until they're aimed at the direction of Elska's home.
"And as for you Ryomen…", Mictlantecuhtli looks up towards him, "You too will be able to unleash your full angst when the war comes." He stands up and encourages Satoru to his feet, "You two will make a fine team."
"Psh.", Sukuna turns his head upwards, "As long as I get what I want."
Gojo cracks his knuckles, "Yeah? And what exactly is that?"
Ryomen grins maniacally, "I want the wench in my domain."