"Wake up dick head. We need to talk.", Gojo hears the deep voice that's followed by a sharp kick to the shin. That would've hurt.
Satoru opens his eyes but doesn't raise his head he merely remains slumped over in this chair that he's bound against, not looking at any one thing in particular. He doesn't care to while entrapped within this hopelessness. He just feels so useless, defeated.
"I met your sweet little girlfriend recently and I must commend you on your choice of woman.", Naoya lingers for effect, "She was delicious." The arrogant Zenin relishes in the moment Satoru's eyes widen from alarm.
Gojo snaps his head up bear a sinister glare for Naoya, unable to speak; unable to otherwise move and break the Zenin's fucking face in. 'What the fuck does he mean by that? Where is my love?! What is happening out there?', The Silver Shaman's forced to imagine the worst.
Naoya squats down a few feet in front of Satoru, meeting that ominous scowl with his own satisfied expression. "Tch.", Naoya's grin over seeing the all-powerful Silver shaman wrapped up in talismans from mouth down, trapped and at their mercy in this small stone room; it's fucking fantastic. They would never be able to kill or physically hurt the godlike man but they figured out that they could seal him with curse magic cancelling talisman, which is the plan they executed flawlessly. The Titer clan has their gratitude.
"I can understand now why she is so important to Getou aside from her breeding possibilities." Naoya is purposefully exuding a taunting tone, "She's cute too!" He has always hated Gojo for being the strongest and so effortlessly at that. Naoya also despises his brutality and psychopathic nature, the very thing that gave Gojo the drive to commit so many atrocities. "What makes you think you deserve such an important woman...", Naoya mocks with a seedy undertone, "When you've never shown interest in our society in the first place?"
The Zenin clan was supposed to be on top as they had been for hundreds of years before but Gojo here threw everything off kilter just by being born with the abilities he wields. 'Twaty shit head...', he thinks with automatically narrowing amber eyes. As Naoya is the next head, ensuring his rule to be a dominating and absolute one is his upmost priority and he'll do anything to obtain that kind of power.
Gojo's glare intensifies as he's forced to listen to Naoya drabble on with audacious interrogation, thinking of all the ways he was going to tortuously murder this fucking bastard.
Zenin, Getou and Toji.
All of them and anyone else that had a hand in this. Satoru is going to be merciless.
Darkened eyes befall Nayao while Gojo considers, 'These fucking cunts forgot about who I really am apparently seem to have decided that I've gone fucking soft…', but he definitely hasn't. The sweet Satoru is going to fucking slaughter them one by one and has deemed the first strike to be that of slicing off their eyelids so they're unable to turn from the horrors he'll grant. He's going to carefully explore their anatomy, carve his way through understanding, break through the bones that show their hearts and bathe in their blood; perhaps literally.
What did they do to his Elska? Where is she?
"You should've seen the way she was squirming beneath me, begging me to not stop." Naoya lies, "I've never had a woman take me so well and that mouth…GOD that mouth Gojo, did it feel that good for you too? …oh and look at this!" Naoya holds up the underside of his wrist to Gojo's face leaving only inches between the two. Naoya's aware that he's heavily exaggerating about the sex but figures the marks left of his wrist would be enough proof to make it seem believable. He just wants to hurt Gojo
Satoru winces at the sight, replaying Naoya's words as he studies the scabbing puncture wounds. The Zenin wouldn't know to show that if it's a lie but then Satoru's mind wonders, 'Wait, why didn't she heal them shut afterwards for him though? She always does that for me so I don't scar.', unable to speak the doubt into Naoya's childish looking bitch-like face. He wishes he could. 'Still though, that means he had contact with her and knows about her bite. FUCK.', this cracks him like fallen a cinder block as he dwells in the fact that he can't fucking do anything about it from here. 'Why didn't I ever create a back up plan for this? None of the others may even know what's going on right now…', and he has no way of reaching out to any of them, 'God fucking damnit.'
"Don't worry, you'll be able to see her again soon, we have plans for her. I…", Naoya's lowers his tone, "Have plans for her.", his expression being that of a sexual deviant. "Don't you think she'll look good in the Zenin blue?", He continues as if he's just carrying on a normal conversation with an old friend, "I find that her complexion will be complemented with contrast..."
Gojo turns his gaze back to the floor, 'The first chance they slip up...', reverberates through his brain but his face is frozen in despondence.
"Next time I'll make sure fill her with my seed as well.", Naoya rancorously divulges to Satoru, "She looks like she'd have a tight little body...", meaning every word that he speaks. "She will be bound to me soon enough Gojo so I suggest you adjust. Her purpose is carrying my children…", Naoya tilts is head up in arrogance as he chuckles to the helpless man below.
'FUCKING COWARD!', Satoru is seeing red, internally losing his shit.
"I'll bring her in here and perhaps even let you watch!", Naoya teases, standing up and smiling widely down on the silver-haired man while patting himself on the back for being able to inflict this pain. He then walks over towards the wall and simulates how he'd fuck Elska into it, floating his hands over what would be her waste and throat. He cannot contain his smirk when he notices those cold blue eyes most certainly plotting his end.
Satoru callously notices that he seems familiar with her build but does his best to mask the concern.
"Oh Master Naoya, please… yes right there" Zenin imitates in a higher, more feminine voice, "I am yours to take!", laughing to himself afterwards.
Gojo is just staring straight ahead unwilling to watch Naoya's little performance. He's thinking about how he's going insert a hand through the Zenin's stomach and fucking rip his intestines out and make him wear them like a scarf; might even strangle him with them too if he's still alive at that point. 'Actually, I'll ensure he's still alive for that.'.
"I guess I should stop…" Naoya sighs and turns to face the door, less amused now that he's reminded himself of how he didn't get to sleep her and begins walking toward it. "There's no need for me to improv here, it'll all come to fruition here very soon", He grabs the handle and spins himself out into the hall in a boisterous manner, with his dark blue robes encircling him. "Just get comfortable and relax your majesty. My conversion of our Lady Oda will begin soon!", his words venomous but tinged with a high scornful pitch.
And with that, he leaves Satoru alone again with his thoughts.
Gojo is viciously trying to move, his brain commanding his limbs to rip apart what bounds him. No luck however, not even a fucking twitch.
He throws his head back as far as he can and wants to scream in rage and frustration. A small muffle of a sound is all that he can produce…or maybe he just thinks he did. 'What the fuck am I going to do? How do I fix this? Does anyone know that I'm even missing?'. He's supposed to fucking protect her… his love…he's the fucking strongest. But he's also at his weakest.
He begins to sweat at the thought of them getting their hands on her, on his Elska. What they would do to her, what they would make her do. The satisfaction they'll feel inside of her as they tame her, if they can. He knows they'll fucking try. They'll force her until she's willing, or worse.
Memories of his own that mirror the situation play before him, but he replaces himself with Naoya and adds Toji and Getou into the picture. They surround her with gravitating hands and famished fantasies, pulling at her body in every direction to truly conquer his galvanizing love. They'll nip her, taste her...tear her apart with their flesh; the scenarios emulsifying his stomach. He just might to vomit. He knows all too well the depths of depravity that can be explored in a situation like that, specifically with her.
Because he did it too, she just doesn't remember.
'I can't let this happen…' he dwells as he begins to tear up. 'Elska…I'm so sorry for all of this.' He drops his head back down, anchored and sunken by more than these mere talismans, 'My love…'
That's when the door opens again.
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After the recent reports of the kidnapping gone wrong, embarrassingly wrong, it was decided that maybe he should check her out himself. He does not like it when mistakes happen, he does not like looking like a fool and he'll be damned if that occurs again. He's figured out a basic but perfect trap for that little bitch and he won't even have to lift a finger, Naoya is more than willing. He finds that strange but wonders if maybe the pampered psycho just isn't used to being around strong women. He figures it wouldn't hurt to let Zenin have a little fun.
Elska is roughly 2 blocks away and is walking with 2 others, younger men. "Interesting…" he says as he brings his left hand to place in a thinking pose under his chin and lays eyes on the boy in the middle. The young man in question is clearly Sukuna's vessel, he fits the description of the soft pink hair and red hood on his shaman uniform. Another target they're aiming for. Maybe he can make their bond work to his advantage. The boy inhabiting the ancient curse seems like a fucking child though, so carefree and weightless in his presentation…the complete opposite of what is Sukuna. 'How is he able to keep the immense curse suppressed?', the confusion daunting. The other boy, also in shaman wear he's never seen before but is the tallest out of three with messy black hair and carries himself in a more aloof manner. He's sure he doesn't recognize the kid but something about him is extremely familiar. "Very interesting…"
He puts himself into position with a paperback novel, sitting on a bench about 60 ft into the park where his scouts reported her frequent use to cross through. Hopefully they split up about half a block from the park like routine shows, he'd hate to be wasting his time on this. He's waiting for Elska to enter and pass him which is when he will make his move. "Here kitty, kitty." his smiles hides behind a black, stray bang.
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"Listen boys, I appreciate you for being so sweet and trying to cheer me up." Elska stops to turn to Itadori and Megumi before parting on their separate ways. These boys are beginner shaman that recently graduated from the privatized Jujutsu Academy where Satoru would teach at, if you can call it that due to his well, unorthodox methods. She's known them almost as long as Satoru, they've always been around since he was their sensei and she loves them like younger siblings. "You guys are very kind...", she's often marveled at their growth as fighters, both have extremely high potential; maybe even to one day be up there with their sensei. "But we don't have to tiptoe around anything alright? It only makes it more awkward when his name is brought up…", she looks down to the left and speaks his name in her mind even though she'd avoided saying it out loud.
'Sati…'
"El, I'm sure he's alright, this is Gojo sensei we're talking about after all!" Itadori excitedly ushers as he huffs out his chest and places his balled-up fists on his hips. "No one can touch him! They say he's unstoppable!"
"Yea, I know…", the sigh escapes her, "I hope so…", released softly while she holds back tears. Itadori is trying so hard to help but her insecurities involving the situation begin to surface.
What is she supposed to think?
It's been three months since she last saw Satoru; since she last kissed him, was held by him. Her whole world was flipped upside down after his disappearance and utterly lost herself underneath all of the turmoil that blanketed her being. The sensation could equisized to suffocation. There were times where she didn't even care if she ever fed again knowing that she could ease out of her agony if she'd just give up. Other times she finds this deep urge to scorch the planet and destroy anything or anyone that would be in her way until she finds him. More times than not, that strange darker side wins the battle of heart and logic.
She wants him to be ok, to be alive. Of course she does. Satoru is the love of her fucking life; a fairytailed knight in shining armor that gave her life the deepest meaning possible. If he's fine though, she just doesn't understand why he would disappear, 'I mean unless…I guess it's totally possible he just wanted out. Maybe our life together wasn't as perfect as I thought it was...' He was always rumored as huge player before she came into the picture so the possibility of his striving for freedom once again strikes her down.
"Gojo has been known to disappear every now and then when he needs a break from this life. He does not value his responsibility here and usually doesn't say anything to anyone until he decides he wants to come back. It's happened a few times before so I wouldn't take it personally Oda, ok?" She remembers the words that Kento Namami, a fellow shaman, flattened her with. She comprehends that he was trying his best to be comforting, he just wasn't very good at it…at all. Kento's crude attempt was almost laughable. She thanked him anyway with the sincerest smile she could muster, still stinging from his statement. 'If that's the case though', that same darkness swarms within her veins, 'Then I'm going to be fucking furious with him.'
Megumi, picking up on the fact that Itadori's words had the opposite effect intended, decides to interject and start the goodbyes. "Don't be sad Elska, when we get back from this mission let's make a big dinner with everyone back at the academy." He looks at her with a kind face, one that he hopes she receives for what it is, "And...ummm...", he chokes on his words but recovers, "If you ever need anyone to talk to, remember that I'm here...". Without a second to allow his fumble to linger, Megumi snatches the dense Itadori's arm and begins guiding them in a different direction than the park she's about to walk into.
"I'll bring the sakeee!!!" shouts Itadori as their departure becomes visible, all three of them laughing while their paths diverge. 'That does sound like a good time!', the prospect of them all having a gathering undeniably thawing the wretchedness trickling through her, "What great young men they're turning out to be!". She allows herself a small smile when Megumi's thoughtful words reached her, "Caring...just like his father."
She's currently on her way to her new favorite bookstore, Gena's Collections. She doesn't know if she was a big reader prior to 3 ½ years ago but she's loved the sanity it's helped her keep ever since Satoru disappeared. There're so many adventures to be had, distractions to abuse and tragedy to be shared.
'Sati…'
She stops for a moment and shakes her head side to side before continuing to walk. She's always such a downer these days, not meaning to drown those around her in the same emotion as she merely struggles to exist. She feels the worst when she does it to Toji though.
After the attack that took place at her apartment months ago, Toji became very protective, almost like a body guard. She found it uncomforting at first, his constant hovering but she soon began welcoming his company. One day she realized that his presence, just someone being there for her, was the spinal structure she needed while going through the process of learning how to stand on her own again. This whole turn of events revealed that her legs prior to this were actually Sati himself. Really, the only times Toji wouldn't be around are when he says he has a mission, like today.
Toji has also given himself to her to feed from so she does that regularly with him now.
Goosebumps devour her limbs while on this pattern of thought.
There were times when she would struggle to suppress the urge to sleep with him while feeding. Her instincts are wired in a way that yearn for the completion of the ritual which consists of physical satisfaction and the quenching of thirst. She knows Toji has always noticed because he would find ways to make the idea more appealing by tightening his grip on her, breathing into her ear, place kisses on her head, or push his hardened self against her while she'd drink him. He was fine with that for a while but one day, his patience ran out. She's honestly surprised that he refrained for as long as he did.
The first time was tender and caring, probably exactly what she needed to be convinced for it to happen again. She recalls how his body casted complete shadows across her nervous, coiled form. Toji's build is obviously bulkier than Gojo's but in more ways than she ever knew, she came to the discovery that Fushiguro is all around massive.
'Will that even feel good?!'
Elska snickers to her previous fears upon seeing Toji naked for the first time, 'To be fair, that thing should be registered as a weapon...', but the humor fades and is transformed into the truth.
The way Toji caressed her, rubbed her, held her, fucked her; everything spoke a different language she understood. She knows he was being careful; careful with how he inserted himself into her daily routine, her mind, her heart, her body. Even with the pheromones present at random, Toji was able to control himself from their manipulative claws.
"Toji..."
The highs the giant gifts her with are indeed fulfilling and help sate her loss for a while but her heart always cries for Satoru in the end; even harder with guilt and unknowing. Her and Toji both are aware of that so she is never sure of what she is to him, or what he is to her.
'Sati…'
She's been deep in thought since entering the park but comes to back to reality and automatically scans her environment. Despite her insecurities they're all on high alert as Gojo's circumstance is collectively unexplained, she has to remain aware.
Everything in the park seems normal though, just empty. There are usually more people around here at this time of day but honestly the seclusion suits her current mood. Sighing, Elska looks up to take a deeper breath and remind herself that life is still beautiful. She closes her eyes and at this perfect moment the sun beams down, warming her face but it doesn't last long. Shade bleeds over and the temperature drops instead and continues to lower, fast. Her lids chaotically unfasten.
'Did someone just cast a barrier?'
She stands there keeping her eyes to the sky as she watches this translucent brown dome form around the around the park. 'Who's the caster? What the fuck do they want?', her entire body tenses as she mentally prepares for the fight that's surely about ensue.
Barriers are exactly what they sound like. Not every shaman has the capability to form one of these, but the ones who can use it when they want to fight or do something that would expose the shaman world. The barriers coat whoever is inside allowing them to fight and move freely without worrying about being discovered by non-shaman. If a non-shaman is on the outside of the barrier, it will look like nothing is out of the ordinary at all, they aren't even able to see the tinted dome it forms.
Elska drops her purse and kicks it aside not wanting to be restricted by anything; she has no idea who or what she is about to be up against.
"Where are you...", she growls with instinctive unease while searching all she can see.
That's when suddenly a man appears behind her. Elska whips around in a rage; having sensed him before knowing what hit her.
He's tall, almost as tall as Satoru but instead has long black hair that he has tied into a loose bun behind his head. His face is so smooth looking with a sharp jawline and dark, dark brown eyes. He's wearing an all-black suit and expensive looking leather shoes.
He can only be defined by her as devilish.
'Was it him that casted it?', Elska plants her feet but shifts her weight in order to move from that spot and dodge an attack if she needs to. His eerie smile and stoic darkened nature stalks her confidence. She doesn't trust this handsome stranger, something is very off about him regardless of the harmless face he's offering.
"The infamous Elska Oda…I am pleased to make your acquaintance." The mysterious man gives a formal bow and reaches to grab her hand. "Hmph.", he scoffs when she moves her arm back and away, avoiding his grasp. "Never mind that, my name is Suguru Getou.", he ignores her display of volitility, "It's a pleasure.".
She stares at him for a moment, judging him harshly but unable to shake the recklessly violent energy he exudes. 'Who is he and how did he know my name?', she asks herself to save fruitless communication.
A breeze blows between them as if the universe was trying to draw the line on this fiasco right then and there. "Wait...", that's when she smells something familiar; something that upon registration falters her knees, causing her to have to catch herself. Her eyes immediately blur from the intrusion of liquid from this sudden realization and she has to remind herself to breathe, "Why..."
She smells Sati.
Getou observed her reaction once the breeze laced around them. 'Too fucking easy' he thinks, 'How did our men have such a hard time with this girl? She's so stupid!' His eyes roam over her, taking notice to the energy she's building up but can hardly make himself feel concerned.
She'll want to hear what he has to say.
He abruptly closes the gap between them by leaning down into her ear and almost cackles through his torturing when she's too stunned to move, "We have your precious Satoru…" Straightening back up, he anticipates the horror in her reaction but she doesn't do anything particularly entertaining. 'What's with this bitch?', he ducks back, bewildered as she's just standing there, staring through him.
"Perhaps I wasn't clear...", Suguru coughs awkwardly, "Did you hear me little one? I sai-..."
His eyes widen, him doubled over and now grabbing his gut, 'DID SHE JUST FUCKING HIT ME!??' He's not used to anyone being abhorrently fucking ignorant enough to challenge him. A second feeling of force connects to the side of his face, cutting his skin open along his cheekbone.
She was always better with her kicks.
"Where the hell is he?! You say you've got Sati?! WHERE THEN?!" Half of her words sound enraged, the other half condescending and irregularly pitched, almost unrecognizable. She feels like she just snapped. 'After staring down and waiting for a response that he clearly wasn't going to give, Elska brings both of her hands together in front of her and raises them up, planning to collide it down on the back of his neck while he's kneeling over.
'Shit!', before she could bring her conjoined fists down, Getou swiftly thrusts his hand into her sternum, pushing her up off her feet and into the air. He huffs his malice while she squirms; he knocked the wind right out of her. She lay there awkwardly on the bench she fell into wheezing and gasping, trying to take in a breath and finally being successful after a few heaves. He sits down hard on her legs and crosses his own once he's seated, ignoring her thrashing next to and beneath him. Leaning back slightly with his arms folded, he turns his upper body towards her, "You're not very lady like at all." he hisses "You truly are a bitch.". He purposely expresses his displeasure while wiping the stinging cut on his face and then looks at the blood on his hand, "You're going to have to eventually atone for that one." He's irritated that he was made to bleed but also slightly impressed that she was able to hurt him. He would not be underestimating her predictability in the future.
She sit's up and begins to demand to know where Satoru is but before she can open her mouth, he motions her to close it again with his hands.
Suguru turns his nose up, "Come back here at midnight. Maybe you'll see your precious murderer then.", but stares at her whilst saying it and ends the sentence with a smirk. Seeing the hatred roam across her features enlightens him with her disobedient ways and if he were being honest with himself, it makes him want to break her. Getou doesn't harbor any feelings for this abomination of female aside from disgust but that's because of what the future brings. 'Unless I can change it...', his eyes narrowing to her skull once he considers on crushing hers in, 'And that might do the trick.'
Suguru doesn't feel that any world where he's told what to do is a just one. He'll be damned if he's not recognized for who the fuck he is. Right as his weakness takes control, his hand lifts with the intention of engaging his technique but is made to turn his head over towards the entrance, exacting, "Well would you look at that?"
Elska's eyes are prompted to look over in the same direction; the fear of it being a friend of his or something growing. Initially, she believes her vision deceives her.
"Toji!!!" She calls out, not realizing that she's actually able to get up and move now. Fushiguro is entering the park and looking around like he doesn't know where he was going, 'Is he looking for me?' The pressure on her legs has long dissipated so she's able to swing them off of the bench, crying, "Over here!'. She quickly halts though and does a full 360 trying to spot the long-haired man that was literally just on top of her. It didn't make sense though because he's nowhere to be seen.
He's gone.