Sukuna x Reader

○<《Chapter 17》>○

《Chapter 17 - The Recording》×÷×+××÷×+××÷×+××÷×+××÷×+×
I hold onto the recorder in my pocket.

I didn't get to have a look at the full portrait or Sukuna because I was hiding behind the door.

But I finally got what I needed.

Yet a twist of doubt is knotted in my stomach, I haven't seen Rose lately.

×××

I sit at dinner with Sukuna and Itadori, only us three are in the dining room.

I ask while playing with the vegetables on my plate "What happened to Rose?"

Sukuna replies "She left" he sucks down a glass of wine, I say "You don't usually drink wine..."

Sukuna licks his lips and says "I told her you're my bride and she left, apparently she has almost been screwing your 'boyfriend' in the past before he found out she was a prostitute".

I almost choke on my food and take a glass of juice beside me clearing the pathway in my mouth.

I put the glass down and say "Itadori is here-" Sukuna says while eating the meat off his fork with sass "Do I look like I care?"

I smirk and say out of the blue without thinking "You're so screwed soon..."

Itadori struggles to eat, his height is a great disappointment for him as he stands in his chair to eat.

I get out of my seat and pick Itadori up, sitting down in his seat and setting him on my lap to help him eat.

Sukuna says in a bored tone "You stupid girl, you need to eat".

I say in retort "I'm full, I am just doing the job you couldn't do to achieve of being a good parent".

I feed Itadori, Sukuna watches us blankly and asks "Do you... Need help?"

I look at him with a confused expression and mutter "No I think I'm fine..? Since when did you care?"

Sukuna goes back to eating and replies "I don't".

I decide not to press anything and ignore his odd question.

×××

I play the recording over and over again trying to get as many clues as possible in my closed room.

The door opens without warning and I struggle to turn off the recorder, I smash the shut off button and look up to see Sukuna himself.

He is frozen at the door, he relaxes and closes the door, he growls "I knew something was up, you recorded me talking about my dead wife".

I reply "No, I just wanted to hear you voice", Sukuna grabs my phone, ripping it out of my hands and says "You're planning on giving this to the police aren't you?"

I try to deny, his black nails dig so hard into the recorder I hear the sickening cracks of the plastic.

My stomach knots, I say "I wasn't- please don't!"

I try to grab it off him, he shatters the recorder into pieces with a clench of his hand and pressure of his sharp nails.

I fall onto my knees in pure shock seeing my evidence hit the floor.

Sukuna kicks me in the stomach and says "We will be having final preparations for our wedding tomorrow, you will get to try on your dress, how exciting is that?"

He rams his foot harder into my flesh, I hug his leg and say "I know I've failed, just... Go easy on me today".

I burst into tears, he scoops me up and lays me down onto my bed, he says "Not likely" Sukuna cracks his knuckles.

×××

My eyes open in the morning...

One more day till the wedding...

My body aches, Sukuna hovers over me breathlessly after countless hitting and punching.

He snaps "I can't believe you managed to pass out late in the night when I was working on those scars".

I don't reply. Sukuna gets off me and exits the room silently.

I've failed haven't I? That sick bastard has won.

I feel too sore and too numb to move. This feels worse than the last time he tried abuse.

Itadori, the son of Sukuna, slowly walks into the room terrified.

He climbs onto the bed and says "Mum?" He shakes my arm fearfully.

I wave my hand weakly and say "I'm fine... I am just tired". Itadori starts crying, clinging to my shirt.

A flicker of anger swirls in my soul, not towards Itadori, towards the monster that destroyed the recording.

That flicker fades, I am simply too weak right now, I close my eyes feeling tiredness sweep over me.

I hear Itadori whine while pulling at my shirt "Wake up!"

I mutter "Stay..." before drifting to sleep.

×××
《Itadori's POV》
I let Mum's shirt go, I do as she says and guard her.

I wipe my eyes angry with my Dad. She doesn't need this.

I look at the door then look at Mum. I grow angry, I really want to fight Dad for hurting her again, but she said to stay.

I climb off the bed and run down the hall.

×××

I beat up Dad's leg, Dad picks me up by the leg, I hang in the air and shout "Stop hurting Mum!"

He says "Stay out of Mummy and Daddy's buisness". I yell "She's hurt! I hate you!"

Dad's eyes glow red, he says "Why are you on her side? You have my blood, you are my son!"

I kick with my other leg and punch the air, I say "I hate you! She is my Mum!"

Dad puts me on the ground and says "You don't know anything, you are just a child".

I yell "You loved my real Mum!" He says "I didn't, that bitch of a Mum you have now resembles her so much it agonizes me!"

He says to me "I'm glad that bitch is dead!"

I look at him feeling sad, but as I look at Dad he looks sad too, he looks hurt.

He says angrily "Get out!"

I walk out feeling confused, I say "But he hates her..."

I close the door and walk back to Mum's room.