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48: Point Of Views

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"Why aren't you trying to get out?"

Long fingers brushed through the short strands of pink and black hair, fixing any tangled parts with care and softness like a loving mother's caressing her child to sleep.

Calm, smooth like honey and butter and rich like wine, her sultry voice was like a lullaby... music to the ears of whoever heard her speak, calming them in every inch of their body.

Her long flamingo pink hair had reached far in length, almost matching the long table she sat on with the tragic teenager's head on her lapㅡ fast asleep and unconscious, yet seemingly in distress with her brows creased... a bad dream, perhaps?

Her jūnihitoe had completely covered a portion of the table, the twelve layer of robes were undeniably heavy on the shoulders and back, but the woman had gotten used to it at this point... after all, more than ten eras in Japan had already gone by and she's been wearing the same type of Kimono ever since her passing more than a thousand years ago... to commemorate and honor her status amongst curses and cursed users she supposed.. higher than the king and queen in ranks of monarchial title. But she wasn't one to boast, she's a humble and motherly soul.

"Don't you feel claustrophic, Gen?" She asked, worry laced in her heavenly voice as she continued to go through the very much younger girl's hair with her fingers, occassionally massaging her scalp with her long black nails as the markings on her right hand and digits get caught in the lightㅡ a water-like screen glowing an aquatic blue as it plays what was happening on the outside of her vessel's body and the sphere they were currently incased in.

She raises her head, pays attention to the outside surroundings and situation as she pushes back a stray strand of hair to the back of her ear, horns on her head that serves like a crown for a bull and markings on her face made more visible as her four eyes glued to the water-like screen with her fingers continued to lovingly go through the teen's heterochromatic hair with a smile.

"Do you wish for me to get us out?" She asked, despite being completely aware that she wasn't going to get a response. She hummed and just barely visibly shook her head, "Maybe later... i'll let you rest for now."

In the very least, she couldn't help but to see the teen as a childㅡ her child... young, learning new things every day and admittedly a bit dumb at times, many people keep forgetting that the young Itadori is still a sixteen year old girl who goes through her own hard times in life... a bit more flawed and broken than others, but still a human and a child nonetheless.

Her grey eyes suddenly locks with shining turquoise onesㅡ complimented with the hottest colors a fire can be: blue, the flames that the holder combusted out of his bare hands and burning the arms of two young teenage boys, making them let out screams of pain.

Fire absolutely terrified her, but she couldn't help but to find it's blue color to be a magnificent sight.

And the villain's eyes... oh how she loved the turquoise beauty she continued to love these past thousand years; the calmness and love she saw in them a nostalgic feeling of home and family. Her smile slowly became strained and turned to that of sadness.