"…and on the 5th day of Christmas, my true lo-", annoyed by himself Toji silences.
It really is a day to celebrate however, a day to dance and sing for...if he were into that. He's merely eager to drive over to that stupid fucking apartment and collect the thing he's been wanting the most for a long time, a very sweet little thing. Images of Elska's bare, soft-looking body flood to the forefront of his mind, causing him to stop mid step as he was about leave through his door. He takes a deep breath as if to realign his chakras.
"Today is the day." He tuts confidently, shutting the door behind him to turn and walk down the stained hallway with broken lights. His emerald eyes dart to the ceiling to note how 70% of the ones that still shine light flicker incessantly around silhouettes of roaches.
Leaving out of a back entrance to the parking lot Toji pushes the door open excessively hard and lets it slam behind him, not caring who it disturbed. When he gets to his car he releases the brake and begins applying his left foot to the clutch, now turning it over. He guides the shifter down, right and down again in a fluid move as his left hand grips the wheel. He turns to look behind him while backing out, internalizing, 'That'll be the only time I pull out of anything tonight', chuckling at his own words as he presses the gas with his right foot and then applies the left oppositely to find the sweet spot that frees the vehicle's restriction.
"Wish I could just fucking teleport anywhere." He mumbles under his breath. Toji takes this moment as he waiting for traffic to realize that on the contrary, he is actually glad he's not like Gojo; especially glad that he's not Gojo. He lights up a cigarette after reaching a point where he knows his speed will be pretty consistent, giving him use of his right hand again. The only shifting he was thinking about as he pulls a drag from the menthol tube hanging out of his mouth was in relation to her insides anyways.
He grins.
Toji can see it now. His large stature towering over hers, his big calloused hands feeling every inch of her body as she just stays there and takes it, loves it even. He would then probably want to hoist her up on top of him and fuck her into oblivion. He's also always wanted to wrap his hand into that pretty brown hair and bend her over the edge of the big comfy bed she shares with Gojo. His pants begin to tighten as the thoughts of completely destroying her in the solace of their home plays out. "She's so small compared to me, she'll probably struggle to take all of me in!", he hopes.
Oh, the options.
Jolted by the sound of a blaring horn behind him, Toji realizes that he has enjoyed a prolonged stop during the green light. 'Get it together, man.', he thinks as he quickly maneuvers his limbs to speed shift, wanting to get away from the area; embarrassed that he was called out for not paying attention. He wasn't that far now though and his mood continuously improves as the 4 wheels of his shit wagon feel like that of a golden chariot.
While manually rolling down his window a few more inches he begins to rehearse what he was going to tell Elska in regards to Gojo. He was a little nervous about that part admittedly. He's going to have to be careful and not let anything slip either. They've worked too hard on this plan and as long as he gets what he wants, he'll do anything to ensure it's success. He's hoping that she'll be so deprived and starved that she wont necessarily be worried about the what's and who's; just be sane enough to slide on his cock while he exposes his neck and offers himself up.
"I'm going to make sure she won't be thinking about Gojo.", he hums quietly in a salacious tone. His imagination staves off every fleeting sensation of morality.
Toji's never felt her bite but he's been given a description of the bliss that intrudes the victim once pierced. That smug fuck Gojo always loved to explain how intoxicating and sense rendering it is.
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"The whole reason I was so excited to have her feed from me in the first place was because I hoped it would be a new kind of pain…", the sadistic Satoru trails off as he loses himself in the recap he's playing in his mind. "Honestly though, it was the best, and I mean the best, feeling I've ever experienced." He tilts his head down slightly and beams a bright eye from behind his sunglasses to Toji who is trying to not show that Gojo's words are affecting him. "I'm not sure how I ever could have defined desire before. How dumb was I?" Satoru then pushes his glasses back up along with his head as he wears that arrogant fucking grin.
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Toji is brought back to the present as he passes more roads, closing the distance between him and Gojo's home. He imagines her saying his name out of pure pleasure and it his sends chills down his spine. 'Toji' sounds so much better than 'Satoru'.
'What a dumb fucking name for the guy. The kanji is supposed to be written and translated as "all knowing" or some shit…' he retorts in his own head, "But the poor fuck doesn't know a damn thing."
Otherwise Gojo wouldn't be in the situation that he is in now.
Perhaps Toji would be better suited for that name, he knows a lot…too much. He knows everything Satoru has tried to keep hidden from Elska and everyone else. He put the pieces together himself actually and yes, through ill-obtained manners. He may have been following the both of them on and off for some time now.
Toji is kind of special too but in a way different than Gojo. Toji's specialty is not being sensed but having incredible senses himself along with unimaginable physical strength.
Rather than being born a shaman that has the ability to wield the cursed energy that allows shaman techniques and power, Toji harbors absolutely none after his clan placed him under what they call, 'Heavenly Restriction'. This is a binding that is held upon a shaman child that restricts their use of curse energy in exchange for other heightened abilities; thus giving the child, no, the clan the opportunity to wield even more power. When Toji's took, he lost all of his innate cursed energy which is something that's actually unprecedented and his would eventually lead to him leaving the Zenin clan and changing his last name to Fushiguro. The Zenin had no use for him if he could not wield their inherited techniques and there was never a day he was not reminded of this fact.
That may be one of the reasons he always gunned for Gojo. Toji simply feels he could prove something by one-upping the silver haired god and all of his might. Toji also harbors hatred for the clans and the shaman world in general, having seen the darker parts of it for far too long. He sleeps soundly with this darkness now though.
Toji's physical abilities and senses are at their absolute peak and there is no other human out there that can compare in this regard to him…except the almighty Gojo of course.
They may never be able to kill him.
A mischievous smirk now creeps across Toji's face, 'The time is almost now.' He parks his car and hops out, almost forgetting to apply the brakes. "That would've been fucking dumb.", he chuckles quietly once crisis is averted.
With an unordinary pep in his step Toji walks through the front doors of the lobby, smiling at the desk clerk. She seems surprised by this and wears a face that states 'That guy's usually a dick.' She's not wrong.
Toji takes his heavy feet into the polished elevator and pushes the 9th floor button. He's watches it light up and is surprised he doesn't see "Gojo" written over it since he bought out that whole floor. The silver shaman claimed it was for the safety of Elska and others but Toji knows that cunt just likes to have it all. ,"Cock.", he curses, now gazing up at lights on the ceiling only to notice how every single one is lit and clean. There's not even dust collecting between the surfaces, let alone bugs. He's suddenly irritated.
*Diiinig*
The doors open and his agitation fades instantly, replaced by a big shit-eating grin as he reminds himself that he's about to finally take pretty little Elska for himself.
'It's actually going to happen'. He thinks while steadying his breath, not usually so riled up over women. He knows it's ok though since she is otherworldly after all, it makes sense that she would be different. A groan flushes out as he's just ready to cup that ass into his hands, eager to stick his tongue down her throat while he grips her pretty little neck to slowly push her to her knees. His mouth salivates.
Toji turns the last corner approaching the door, a slight bulge being displayed. It's a good thing he won't be worrying about that for too long.
He reaches out for the handle but stops to listen. When he leans into the door, he hears voices from the other end of structure. 'At least 1 man...', he iterates internally, but that's when he hears the screams; a mixture of sexes this time. A loud crashing thud lingers heavily as it rings into his ears and shakes the walls around him.
"ELSKA!", he screams too, "Shit!"
Toji kicks down the door without hesitation and what he sees on the other side is completely mind boggling.
There is blood…everywhere. So much that he's unable to identify the separate scents at first, the metallic smell overwhelming him for the first 20 seconds or so; mixing with a god-awful aroma of burned flesh. He searches the dark room for the owners of the voices he was hearing prior, searching for them and for her.
"ELSKA!!!" he bellows, the tone sounding almost desperate.
He can hear something that's moving fast, something small. Too small.
'Is there a curse in here?', the thought scaling him with hostility once recalling that his worm is ingested and he didn't exactly want to approach her tonight with his katana so he's unarmed. Elska is still one to be wary of in case she decides to make him an enemy so he didn't want to seem threatening in the off chance that she wasn't in the stupor he'd hoped for. He's also aware of her potential as well and though he may deem himself stronger its out of the simple fact that she's got a lot to learn about herself.
The noise grows softer, 'I'll just rip it the fuck apart with my bare hands...', darting down their long hall towards the kitchen before it manages to escape.
"What the...", Toji begins distinguishing feathers splayed on the walls, ceilings and floor. "Tell me these aren't...", they cling to the surfaces with the blood they're spattered with in a coagulated display.
Her feathers.
Toji's approaching the small, soft pattering sound that led him to the room and discovers with horror that it's actually her heart. He sees her lying on her side in the fetal position covered in blood, her back is about a foot and a half away from the wall. A shelf crashed above her, dusting her already battered looking body with shards of glass, the trinkets and books that were once supported decorating the tile. His eyes fix on her as he slowly approaches with visible hands, just being thankful that she is alive.
"Elska?"He sees that her wings are out still which is not good for anyone that isn't her. The white feathers encircling her have mainly detached from the wings themselves leaving her look like she was plucked but with huge bundles at a time. All of this, all of her, lying in a pool of blood.
"Elska who did this to y-…", he was crouching a couple feet away in front of her, scanning over her body and looking for injuries when his breath becomes hitched in his throat.
Body #1
Toji originally feared that she was not in the best mental state which is why she was just lying on the floor like that but no, it's more like she couldn't move. Pinned between her back and the wall was a man that he vaguely recognized although it wouldn't do much good for the fella now. His body was impaled by her wings in at least 6 different areas from what he could see; once in both shoulders, through the jaw and exiting the back of base of his skull, then 3 in various spots of his stomach and chest.
I know what you're thinking, 'Her wings impaled that guy?' Toji thought something similar before he saw their adaptable destruction. 'Even Gojo has been cut by those' he reminds himself with care, wishing they weren't a factor.
Elska's wings are very peculiar. If she is in a dangerous situation or is able to naturally concentrate well enough, she can modify the composition of her wings for a short period of time. She doesn't have free range of any element, her ability to shift them actually only seems possible within the realm of metals. Shoko is still studying this phenomenon; she is a curious doctor that is completely enthralled by the implications of possibilities.
'She changed her wings to kill the bastard but probably didn't have the strength to untangle from him once they softened to feathers again…' he's deducing this to himself all while sinking to the consequences of his greed.
Toji left her weak and alone on purpose. He wanted to manipulate tonight as much as possible in his favor for he's cognizant of her devotion to Gojo. He had no idea she would be attacked like this though.
"What have I -…" he breathes out, his own guilt shocking him, "Jesus...", can only be muttered once it all sinks in.
Toji glances over the room, abruptly realizing that the male voice he heard when he was outside couldn't have been the poor holy fuck soiling himself behind her now. 'No, that guys been dead for a minute...', he swivels his head slowly in the dimly lit room, preparing to strike whatever moves but that's when he sees it.
Body # 2
Perpendicular to Toji's original view, the direction Elska is facing, are chunks of thigh and torso seared into the overhead cabinets along the back wall of the kitchen. Bits of torn skin, adipose tissue and muscle lay chaotically across the stove and white countertops below, draping their red stains into a thick fall. 'That explains that fleshy smell…', he decerns.
"Holy shit Elska, and here I thought I was going to have to save you." He looks around, still utterly impressed at the disaster that was once her and Gojo's apartment. Reaching down to lift her in order to help push the body off of her wings, he wonders why she didn't just release them in to that weird vaporized like substance they turn into. The dumb fuck that tried to subdue her slides off onto the tile with a slick and flattening thud, his mass lifelessly slapping into the thin layers of gore. He leans down to help her sit up which is when he sees the knife pushed into her abdomen.
"FUCK."
Toji drops to the floor and lifts up her chin to make sure her eyes are still showing alertness but they're very dull and aren't attracted to anything in particular, they're just there staring blankly.
"Elska, can you hear me?!" He's still eye level with her, waiting for her to demonstrate some kind of response. After a few seconds, her eyes lazily shift gaze to him. "Ho-…", he voice chokes in his throat, "Doll, hold on!".
Toji leans back to rip of his jacket, then his shirt. 'This is a weird dream', Elska thinks, currently not having the full cognitive ability to understand what he was doing or why he keeps yelling at her. She just wants to sleep. She's so tired.
'…so…tired…'
Her eyes fasten and she begins to fall back.
Toji catches her before she hits the ground, her wings simultaneously disintegrating as his arm wraps around her back. He begins to panic, fearing he took too long.
"What have I done…", he lets out the smallest defeated cry while cradling her in his arms.
In a maniacal attempt, Toji finds a shard of glass nearby and cuts into his neck, blood slowly beginning to trickle out as it splashes against his bare chest; some joining the puddle on the floor. It really is everywhere. He hoists her up onto his lap and places her head on his shoulder near his self-inflicted wound. She lies in his arms, limp and heavy. He whispers into her ear as he's struggling to mentally sift through his emotions, not having felt this kind of magnitude in some time now. "Elska, doll, please drink…you need to feed." He's calming his voice as it reaches out to her in hopes it will help her listen.
She's brought out of her dazed state by the scent she was so close to now, the words she berating her to move and she does. 'Sati?', her careless mind wanders while the world sets into reality again. She lifts her head back though, away from the warm chest she was leaned against and who she sees is not who she expects. "To-ji?" His expression is priceless as his eyes gleam for just a moment once he realizes that she's ok. She knows what he's offering and knows she has to accept, she's really hurt. The tint of his skin hues red in front of her as she's trying to warn him of her inevitable strike.
Toji watches her eyes look at his neck and then back to his own and they begin to glow with speckles of red. He goes to open his mouth to repeat what he said previously to her but before he can manage the words, he's instead letting out a deep and unoppressed moan. He throws his head backwards with his eyes shut, all seemingly instinctively. He doesn't understand the sensation flushing through his body, branching out from where her elongated teeth pierce him. He's forced to correct his breathing that was sent haywire from the sudden intrusion of her fangs, not even thoughts properly forming.
She bit him even though he'd already cut himself. Toji 's heart ponders on what that could mean.
'So this…', he gasps, 'This is what he was talking about…' rendered immobile, Toji closes his eyes and secures his arms around her, finding himself relishing the moment while swirling in her bliss.