Jujutsu Kaisen X OC (The Red String of Fate)

【 CHAPTER 10 】The Aftermath

Normal POV

Fushiguro stood at the ready, relief washing over him as he sensed the dissipating presence of the Innate Domain and the absence of the special-grade curse.

'Good. The special-grade is dead. Now we just need Inari and Itadori to—'

"Hate to break it to you, but he's not coming back," came Sukuna's voice from behind him.

Fushiguro turned to see the King of Curses materializing with a grin that could only mean disaster. "I killed the woman, so she's done."

Fushiguro's brain stuttered. "Wh—what?!"

Sukuna stretched his arms, completely unfazed by the horrified expression before him. "Come on, don't look so terrified. I'm in a great mood right now. Let's chat."

"You see, this brat thought he could use me without a pact. Tch. The audacity!" He flexed his fingers in irritation before his lips curled into something worse than a smirk—an idea.

Then, before Fushiguro could react, Sukuna plunged his hand into Itadori's chest and yanked out his own heart like it was a casual Tuesday.

Fushiguro choked surprised. "What are you doing?!"

"Taking a hostage," Sukuna responded, holding up the still-beating heart. "I can live without this just fine, but this brat? Not so much. If he switches back, he dies. Simple."

Fushiguro was still in stunned silence when Sukuna popped something else into his mouth. A finger. His finger. Because apparently, today wasn't bad enough.

'Of course the special-grade had one of his fingers.' Fushiguro thought bitterly.

Sukuna let out a pleased sigh, cracking his neck as the energy surged through him. "Alright, I think I'll kill you now. Just for fun. Now you can be scared!"

And with that, the battle began.

A Few Moments Later...

Inari's POV

"That's it?" Sukuna scoffed, easily dodging Fushiguro's attacks with a lazy step. "Are you even trying? Put some curse energy into it!" He landed a brutal hit on Fushiguro's face, sending him staggering.

With a sharp intake of breath, I charged forward and punched Sukuna square in the face.

Silence.

Utter silence.

Fushiguro blinked. Sukuna blinked.

Then, very slowly, Sukuna turned his gaze towards me, "Well, well... I must admit, I didn't see this coming," an eerie smile stretching across his face. "Either fate has a sick sense of humor, or you're just too stubborn to stay dead."

Fushiguro immediately looked away, probably realizing that my tattered clothes—ripped from my less-than-pleasant previous encounter with Sukuna—told a very concerning story. 

Bite marks and bruises adorned my skin.

I sighed heavily, stepping closer to Sukuna, my fingers trailing over Itadori's open chest wound. "Oh, Yuuji... you idiot."

Sukuna tilted his head, his claws lightly brushing against my cheek. "You... how? I killed you. I stopped your pulse." His lips brushed against my throat, his voice dropping to a curious murmur.

"Yeah, no, not really," I retorted coldly, taking a step back. "Megumi, shirt. Now." I asked hands extended towards him. He gave me his outer jacket without hesitation. 

Sukuna barked out a laugh as I yanked on the fitting fabric. "And to think, I had nearly come to lament ending you." he mused, eyeing me up and down like a predator.