Toji is drawn from slumber when whispers disrupt the silence.
"Hey...Elska, wake up!", the voice is urgent but compressed.
Toji groggily opens his eyes, expecting to see maybe Gojo or Naoya disturbing the peace but when he distinguishes Getou in the dim light leaning over Elska with hands placed upon her body, he shoots into a protective rage. Instantaneously, Toji launches from the bed and into Suguru, forcing the Titer into the floor, "What the fuck do you think you are doing, Getou?!", he gruts impatiently, suspecting that his slight trust in the former enemy was misplaced.
Suguru struggles under Toji's weight and immediately becomes defensive when he realizes that he has no way to explain his current purpose without giving away his affiliation to the manipulation issue. When Toji's hand begins squeezing his throat with sheer ferocity, he panics and does his best to pry it away.
Toji lifts him by the neck a few inches and slams Getou back into the floor, "I asked you a fucking question, Titer!" His emerald eyes dart over to Elska, making sure there's nothing wrong with her before bringing his gaze back beneath him, "What were you doing?!", he asks once more, savagely glaring as he reduces his hold to allow Getou to speak.
Suguru coughs out,"Cho-so!", but Toji squints his luminescent eyes as if to question the relevance of blame. Getou knows that he needs to think of something fast, he can sense the domineering nature of Fushiguro and how much the giant is not fucking around. Shoving Toji's hand away, he considers on telling at least some of the truth, "Choso synced to her too, Toji. He's in her fucking mind right now!"
Toji ducks his head back and gives the expression that he's not buying it, "Choso is still out cold, you lying sack of shit! Tell me what you were trying to do to her!"
Getou exasperates with vexation and slinks to his feet. Toji lets him shuffle away but that's because he plans to rip his throat out if the Titer tries anything funny.
Suguru wrenches his neck with a dissatisfied face, "I know what this looks like but I swear I wasn't doing anything nefarious! I'm trying to tell you that he-...that CHOSO is connected to her! He appeared when we synced up this morning and tried to remove me from the conjoined space…" Toji looks back to him with conical eyes but actually seems to be considering this possibility.
"Hm."
"Toji…I'm serious! Choso is corrupting her dreams as we speak.", Suguru points to Elska while she sleeps, "And he's not the same man we all knew...I don't know what happened to him! There's something wrong with him, Toji! Choso has become something else."
Toji takes a deep breath while mulling over this information. He considers that there are many things he doesn't yet understand about the Titer's techniques or about Choso's full capability, but, "What do you mean by corrupting, Getou?", he hesitantly questions.
Suguru cynically sighs and places his hands together for emphasis, "He's obsessed with her Toji. He's doing things to her while she dreams. My guess? Choso's trying to facilitate her acceptance of him…", but its no guess. Getou knows that for a fact for he was trying to do the same thing.
Stressed by the insinuation, Toji impatiently huffs, "What things, Getou?" But doesn't know why he asked since he has a pretty good idea based off of the implications but one would want to be sure. 'Choso isn't like that though…', he thinks to himself, having known the being for many years now.
"You know...thiiings...like...sexua-", Suguru presses his palms into his eye sockets and nervously hollers after being reminded of what he saw, "He's fucking seducing her, Toji! She doesn't know though! He's literally tricking the shit out of her!", Getou tucks a stray strand of hair behind his ear but brings his frustrated eyes to Elska, lowering his voice, "I'm telling you, he's different now…"
Toji cusps onbeing convinced by Suguru's urgency, to his own dismay. Hoping that Suguru is on drugs or something, the giant sits down next to Elska on the bed and decides to wake her, just to be on the safe side.
"Doll?", he sweetly calls while running a hand through her hair. Elska doesn't respond though and the smallest part of him begins worrying, so he tries again, "Doll?!", this time lightly jostling her until she stirs. A smile creeps over his face once realizing that she was merely in a deep sleep.
Elska opens her eyes and stretches, "Hmmm…", she hums, half yawning with a smile. "My beloved, were you touching me while I was out?", she playfully asks after becoming instantly aware of her own arousal, lingering effects of stimulation putting her into a transient, licentious mood. Toji gives her a weird look but she assumes he's being coy or shy, "Explain this then?", she asks while guiding his large rough hand under the sheets, between her legs, whimpering when his thick fingers gently swipe.
Toji's mouth opens a little from shock before he's snatching his hand back after feeling how ready she is. In this moment, he understands that this is either a really weird coincidence or Suguru is telling the truth about Choso's incomprehensible mischief. Before Toji can figure out what's going on though, Elska sits up with glowing eyes and begins making out with him. He loves her enthusiasm but pushes her away to bashfully inform, "Doll?", but she isn't listening, "We…", his instincts betray him when their tongues touch, "…have company."
Suguru clears his throat, side stepping to be more in her view and awkwardly waves.
"WHAT?!", Elska shrieks with embarrassment, wide-eyeing them both. She thinks to hide under the covers but instead stands up as if trying to play that whole thing off like it didn't happen, "Umm...heeey! Ge-Suguru!" While standing and collecting her pride however, Elska happens to catch Suguru's face twisting into a devious grin; his eyes hungrily scouring her.
Toji barks, "DOLL!", his tone causing her to jump and glance down which is when she finally recalls being completely naked.
Elska shrieks again but actually dives under the blankets this time, tucking herself away from the idiocy that she feels is herself, "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?", her frantic voice obstructed by the think bedding.
Toji scowls at the satisfied Titer, "You didn't deserve to see that…", but crawls onto the bed to comfort her. "Doll, I'm sorry about startling you like this…but something might be wrong."
Elska sporadically kicks her legs along the mattress, "Yeah I'll say!! I woke up wet and now and beginning to truly question WHY!" She whines in humiliation, progressively becoming uncertain about how strange both men are acting right now. Shutting her eyes, Elska attempts to calm herself but then flashes of Choso caressing her body return to her mind and she begins to remember, 'Whaa?? Choso?!'
Suguru turns his back to be respectful, although he'd rather not, "Elska, I need to ask you some questions if that's alright. It's very important." He hears Toji coddling her, trying to coax her cooperation.
"Doll, I know this is weird but please…", rubbing her body, he smiles when she peeks from the sheets, "There you are…", he chuckles lightly, "I'll get you something to cover up with." He leans down to kiss her forehead, hoping that there really isn't some strange situation brewing with the hybrid.
After hearing Toji shuffle in the drawers, Getou asks while staring at the fake window, "Elska, have you had any dreams about Choso by chance?", waiting while she internalizes the question.
Elska's heart stops and face flushes instantly, almost like she'd been caught shoplifting or telling a lie, "Uhh…", she starts, not feeling comfortable with explaining the nature of the ones she's starting to collect memory of. Now that she's thinking about it though, she's had quite a few about the being and they're all inappropriate.
Toji hands Elska an underwear robe, "It's okay, doll, you can tell us.", he assures after seeing the wild expression on her face. 'No fucking way…', eerily sweeps his thoughts while turning to face Getou, 'Is this really happening?!'
Elska grabs the robe and begins to don it as Toji holds up the sheet to shield her while she does. "I umm…", she mumbles out, "I don't know if I should say anything you guys…", perplexed by how weird the air feels. 'How am I supposed to tell Toji that I dream about sleeping with Choso?!', she panics while discerning.
Suguru hears Toji state, "She's covered now.", but when he turns around, he still finds Elska alluring since the underwear robe shouldn't be for all to see. Burying his groan of desire, as he nears her he remembers that he's wanting to make this as painless as possible for everyone. "Toji's right, Elska, you can tell us. We need to know and will not be angry…", he gifts her a reassuring smile to emphasize on this.
Toji can't help but notice that Getou speaks as if Elska would care about his feelings. He narrows his eyes on the Titer once more, wondering when this familiarity transpired between them. He wants to ask but keeps his silence to observe as he's positive he's not reading into it too much, there's definitely something going on there.
Elska side sits with her bent legs resting against Toji's. She glances up to him but immediately looks away feeling unnerved about the content they are asking her to share. 'Why does this even matter?!', she wonders while clutching the sheets between her fingers.
Getou kneels down to the floor in front of her, "If you're afraid to speak because the dreams are erotic, don't be Elska. We already know they are and I do not believe that is your own doing…" He lightly rests a hand on her thigh, merely to support that he's being genuine.
Elska sharply inhales to his words and commences by asking "How did you kn-…", but then trails off after flashes of Suguru's passion from the forest bewitch her thoughts with incredible confusion. She has to ask herself, 'Am I imagining this?', as she locks her eyes onto the Titer's robes, trying to depict the fuzzy images. Comprehending that they're waiting for her to speak, she cautiously whispers, "They are. They all are…", referring to the explicit natures of the dreams with the being.
Witnessing her embarrassment causes Suguru discomfort too but he's glad to know that Elska would choose honesty regardless. Placing a hand back on her knee, he gently rubs it while saying, "I think Choso has somehow been inserting himself into your subconscious, little one…" but as he's about to conitnue explaining, Elska randomly falls over to the side while sitting which causes him and Toji to both throw out their hands, fearing she's collapsed.
"Doll?!", Toji kneels down now too, cupping her cheek, "What's wrong?" He darts his eyes over at Suguru with concern as soon as her energy begins to amplify and darken, "Shit…"
Elska mutters out, holding her head from the returning pounding migraine,"She…wants...", but then her tone lowers, "No...I want Choso…"
The giant's face scrunches with disbelief, scoffing, "What?", wishing he could disregard her changing voice until Elskaabruptly screams, "IT HURTS!"
Twisting to lay on her side, she inadvertently kicks Suguru across the chin.
Suguru direly climbs onto the bed, Toji following suit on the opposite side, "Elska!?" He does his best to grab her arms and see her face but she curls up into a hypertensive ball. Horridly eyeing Toji, Getou figuratively kicks himself, "I should've considered this…", wondering if the exposure to Choso's energy is causing her to switch, "She's about t-" but sure enough, Elska's body relaxes into the mattress, no longer straining and her pain also seemingly gone.
Elska's dash-filled, illuminescent eyes shoot open and with her beloved and the Titer before her, a wicked smile splits her face. As if nothing happened, she sits up and caresses Getou's cheek while he hovers, frozen in place with fear. She grabs the back of Getou's bun, pulling it towards her and with that lowly voice taunts, "Too bad he kicked you out…", biting her lip to the fright that crosses the Titer's face at the mention of his involvement. She hears Toji growl with jealousy and continues, "My poor beloved doesn't like this…us.", but proceeds to send her tongue into Suguru's mouth, whimpering when he exhales with restraint through his nose.
"What are you doing?", Toji irascibly asks, infuriated with her for enacting that and let alone right in front of him. She turns her head into his direction and leaves the Titer gasping for air, golden robes partially draping her with gold. The colorful dashes in her eyes shine brightly, her lids fluttering as she unforgivingly whispers for Suguru to touch her. "Stop this shit Elska, right now.", Toji tapers his eyes, refusing to allow this to continue and wonders, 'Why is she being like this?!'
Suguru is unable to pull away as Elska's fingers are still laced into his bun. He jerks his head back though, feeling nervous about how menacing Toji's expression has become but then she turns to him, forcing their lips together once more. Getou of course wants this but he's also a little weary of this side of her despite how she openly longs for him in this state. With logic unfogging his thoughts, the Titer reluctantly commands into her lips, "Let me go.", which earns him teeth that painfully nip his chin.
Elska has become bored with their hesitation and offers, "If my sweet Sati were here, he'd fuck me in front of you both.", giggling as she scoots to the edge of the bed to stand. "That is a man that knows no bounds…", she shivers after saying this since Gojo's depravity is especially satisfying.
"Fuck Gojo. What are you about to do, doll?"
She ignores the annoyance from her beloved and announces, "I'm going to see my hybrid.", walking out of the room, seemingly uncaring if they follow or not.
"LIKE HELL YOU ARE."
Elska turns her nose up and aims down the hall, following Choso's energy, "Yes…where are you my hybrid?", dragging her fingertips along the clay as she leisurely passes multiple doors. She senses Toji and Getou following though so she quickens her pace, finally reaching walls where the being is practically leaking through.
Upon opening it, Elska is hit with a rush of desire. Just knowing that she can see Choso in the flesh again leads her to practically drool when she finds him sleeping in the bed. "Mmmm…", she moans to herself as she lifts her under robe to climb onto the bed without hindrance.
Once beside him, she bends her body over and gently kisses his lips, whimpering, "Tomorrow isn't soon enough, I wish you'd rise now…", bringing herself to straddle him and lift his shirt. "You are so heavenly, my cursed companion…I can sense him in you. You are so special.", running her hands from his shoulders down to his abdomen. When Toji and Suguru walk in with noises of abhorrence and confusion, she rolls her eyes and turns her body around to face them while still in a promiscuous position over the being.
"What the fuck has gotten into you, doll? What is this shit?!", Toji scowls, anxiously muddled over her behavior.
Suguru doesn't move but he interjects, "I already fucking told you, Toji!"
Reaching his wit's end, Toji grunts with angst but then puts his attention back to Elska to ask, "Are you not aware that Choso has been manipulating you!? Get ahold of yourself!" He's almost certain this side of her should be well informed but the way Elska smiles to them while rubbing her bareness against the slumbering half-curse makes the giant realize that somethings different and really off. Taking action, his heavy feet bring him over to the left side of the bed where he plans on pulling her off but she jolts her body away and glares. Astonished, all he can come up with is a deflated, "What the fuck, Elska?"
"Leave. Me. Alone.", she warns, now curling up to Choso's left side, putting her in the middle of the bed where she whispers, "I need to feel him…", sending her hand into the being's pants, wishing his eyes would open. Getou tries to corner her too, angrily approaching on the right side of the bed but they both look so concerned that it compels her to laugh, "You really believe that I would be swayed by anything against my will?" While keenly stroking the being, she quietly releases, "I thought so."
"Please, don't do that to Choso…", Suguru pleas while glancing to Toji to see his input on the matter. "Elska, don't you see? He's made you want this!", but she only condescendingly giggles in response. Getou asks himself,'What am I missing here?', half afraid that it's too late to make her understand, that Choso succeeded in his plan.
"Ridiculous.", Elska seethes, "You have it wrong. I will not have my hybrid blamed for this nor he will not be reprimanded in any way."
Toji clenches his fists and shouts, "WE'RE TRYING TO TELL YOU THAT HE IS TO BLAME HERE!"
Suffering from lack of entertainment, Elska sinks to kiss Choso again but then sits back up to elucidate, "I am the one that's manipulating him, you fools."
Suguru's brow creases as his stomach swells into a knot, "Wh-what do you mean?"
Elska fondles her own breast while explaining, "I was enigmatically drawn to my hybrid after that first taste. His flavor, no...his blood resonates with me. He's meant to be as he is now, my beloved, he's very special. His yearning...he was so curious, so eager to learn the ways of physical affection too…", Elska swallows upon recalling all of their dreamscape excursions, "Mmmm...and what an avid scholar he turned out to be." Running her fingertips down Choso's left arm, she proceeds in her lowly voice, "It took more time than I care for but it was worth it in the end and he is now mine. My manipulations were entirely necessary."
Toji's brow bends downward, admitting how it was strange before that there wasn't a clear explanation as to why Choso was slowly developing an attachment for Elska. He shakes his head protest though, eyes dashing up to view this imposter that wears the skin of his doll. Originally, Toji figured this maybe all occurred because the being was newly exposed to sexual behavior but as he watches the veracity of Elska's words plague his eyes with her current actions, he understands how twisted this side of her is,"Hold up...do you mean…"
Getou's lips part and finish the giant's sentence, "The consent…"
The revolting reality of the situation knocks Suguru in the gut so hard that he nearly blacks out. Breathlessly and with a tight chest, he mutters with clarity, "For some reason, you needed him to want you.", but grinds his teeth, "God damn it…" Anguished, Getou realizes that he's not felt this kind of fury towards Elska in quite some time but finding out that she's the one who changed Choso instead of the other way around is simply diabolical. Hurt, he glares at Elska with disdain, no longer wishing to deal with this nasty side of her.
"Exactly. Smart and sexy...", she taunts, shifting to her knees so she can latch her arms around the Titer's neck. Nearing Getou's face she stokes, "It's only natural that we would be able to connect…", she ghosts her lips over Suguru's, "In many ways, my hybrid and I are equals." Loving Suguru's reluctance, she drags him onto the bed and hazardly advises, "Do not fight me."
Toji viciously snarls, not knowing how to release this anger that cages around his doll. He watches her pull the stiffened Suguru down on top of her and mysteriously mutter, "Let's see if you can handle this yet?", and before he's able to communicate anything, it's too late to be taken back.
The pheromones rip through the room and Toji's lungs suddenly fill with the scent. He staggers having to lean against a bed post while thinking, 'Why is it so powerful this time?!', recovering his mind until he hears Getou groan. In his lustful daze, Toji yells, "GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!", and stampedes over to them as the Titer undoes his pants. He reaches for Suguru, "GETOU!" but Toji's soon pinned into the floor, crushed by an invisible pressure.
Suguru is cognizant. He understands what she's doing, what he's doing too but he's struggling to contest against the carnal instinct the scent signals. He licks up Elska's neck and rubs into her folds with his fingers. When she gasps pleasantly, his thoughts become split down the middle since he wants to bed her but also grasps the fact that this probably isn't the way. His digits sink in though, him greatly exhaling to the amount of arousal coating him as he wantonly threatens, "I am going to make you wish that you never released it…" Snatching her throat with his other hand and pressing her into Choso's lap, Getou snaps his wrist through her core,"You should not…", he pants in to her neck, "…have done that."
Elska rolls her hips against Getou's hand and demands, "Fuck me, Titer."
Prompted by the murky passion, Suguru instantly jerks down his pants, hissing to confliction as he grabs himself up and massages her with it all while pure anger rivals his typically handsome features.
A moan is pulled from her when she feels his tip entering her, the only thought on her mind is of turning him. "I will bite you and you will be mine forever…", she whispers as Getou groans with satisfaction, his response being, "Do it, Elska...do it."
Suguru seems to have given in but as her beloved roars next to them, the fog fades from the Titer's eyes and he hastily disengages his gravity and jumps away. He's in a sort of stupor, staring at Elska with shock and actual repugnance.
She roars too, unhappy with being rejected and furious at them both for ever humiliating her and not obeying.
Toji picks himself off the floor and lunges a hard right across Suguru's face, knocking the Titer out cold, "Didn't want to have to do that!" He then turns his scorned eyes to Elska, yoking her up by the throat, "ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT! BRING HER BACK! BRING HER BACK NOWWWW!"
Toji pins Elska against the bed, completely enraged by the shit she was pulling in the disguise of his beautiful doll, "NOW GOD DAMN IT!" He belts out another wild call when she bears fangs, the red of his own eyes glowing against her skin but as he continues screaming into her, Elska's malicious energy decays and she beings weeping in her normal voice.
"T-To-Toji!", Elska desperately claws at his wrists, alarum catapulting her with questions as he squeezes her airways. Tears stream down her face when everything comes back to her though; what she did, why he's become so furious. "I'm s-sorr", she attempts an apology but his grip is incredibly brutal, "To-ji! I'm…sorr…y!"
As as he registers Elska's return, the barbarism vanishes from Toji like a chalkboard being rinsed clean. Distraught, "Oh shit…oh shit…doll…", his whole demeanor cracks and he crumples to his knees, beside himself over his violent reaction. "Doll…I'm...", his eyes begin to blur as he's unable to bring himself to look at her but to his surprise she's toppling over top of him, remorsefully sobbing. They lie on the floor, curved into each other inches away from Suguru's unconscious body while they both attempt to shift back into reality.
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"Yo, Loverboy? What's up with all of the fruity shit?", Gojo asks this while carrying even more bags now as they leave the liquor shop, the sounds of clinking glass surrounding them.
Naoya scoffs mid stride, "Tch. You sound just like Toji! Perhaps I just like to enjoy my alcohol…not like you weirdos with that hillbilly moonshine crap.", he smiles widely, "Plus! I want my princess to have options!" The Zenin proudly lifts his chin but the sound of silence has Naoya noticing how Satoru seems distracted since he's not dishing the normal amount of insults. "Gojo? What's up with you?"
Satoru's eyes become cold, "Shh…", and he turns his head to the right with a flattened hand behind him, indicating that they should be still.
Naoya looks around and even tries to sense alarming energy, "You're fucking spooking me!", but doesn't move from behind Satoru, trusting something is afoot.
The street lights and businesses accompanying them along their city stroll darken all at once. Naoya whimpers and jumps towards Gojo, beginning to ask, "What the h-"
Satoru quietly assures, "There's a lot of shaman nearing us…", but soon as the words leave his lips, he finds himself tackling Naoya out of the way of an energized arrow, allowing it to only scratch the Zenin's arm as it shoots past.
"Ow! Fuck!"
"GET UP!", Gojo snatches Naoya to his feet and puts their backs together while searching the darkness but not finding anything out of the ordinary, yet. "Cunts…they're pretty decent at hiding themselves...but not good enough.", Gojo seethes as he teleports them about 30 feet away and looks away when the liquor store is surely demolished by various cursed attacks, "Those were meant for us."
Naoya sets the bags aside, "Did they just att-", and with a hint of annoyance asks, "I'm guessing someone wants their fucking dicks kicked in?!", unraveling his robes to hang over his pants to avoid ruining them, "Fine by me.", before tilting his head up and calling for his wings. Naoya braces himself as the bones shift through his back, the pain only subsiding once they break through his skin and take form.
Sparked and ready to fight, the Zenin's attitude dissipates when the cashier from the store exerts blood curdling screams in the near distance. His entire body lurches forward, ready to interfere.
"Stand your ground, Zenin."
"Wha- But! We have to help him!", Naoya's legs take him three steps before another barrage of attacks are blasting into the remainder of the storefront and the cries of agonies disappear. "FUCK!", Naoya clenches his fist, a slight wave of panic threatening to overtake him as he's force to endure flashbacks of the Titer attack, 'N-not again…'
Gojo feels them closing in, "Get ready, Naoya…", he counsels while racking his brain to figure out who would be attacking them like this. 'Getou? Would he be behind it?', Satoru doesn't dismiss it completely but it'd be a desperate move and plus, there's another, more probable possibility that strikes his core.
The King.
Despondently, Satoru's now hoping to God that he's wrong. They're far away from Elska, too far to protect her and this thought alone sends Gojo into a wicked flare. Those eyes darken to stormy shade, representing how the humanity he's accumulated over the past few years currently hides deep within his armor of treachery.
Naoya calls out to Gojo, "Fack! 5 in the front!", as black-hooded shaman rush him at once. Zenin dodges and hears, "7 in the back!", from Satoru and glances just in time to see the small but malicious grin exposing the silver shaman's teeth. "Gojo, do you want any prisoners?", but Satoru is quick to inform, "They lost their lives the moment they tried this shit." Naoya agrees and engages his projection, "Holler if you need help.", but Gojo huffs, "I am the strongest."
The first two that reach Gojo, he doesn't even give them a chance before he's covering them with his energy and twisting their bodies as if their spines needed to be wrung out to dry. Their skin tears open and gushes from displaced liquid pressure so Satoru admires the spots where the internal fluid build-up compromises the epidermis, shuddering pleasantly. "A classic!", he cheerily exclaims, always loving the gore.
The mangled bodies drop to the ground, not even resembling human remains but the other five shaman facing him, back off immediately and try to go around towards Zenin. Gojo warps, catching one by the wrist and while grabbing the guy's shoulder, sends his knee through their elbow. Satoru moans to the bones snapping, the wails of his offender cascading through his ears like a luxurious lullaby. He smashes them into the ground and with wide, maniacal eyes, jumps his eyebrows excitedly as he dances around and decimates their torso with a quick version of his red technique, "Haha why did you think you stood a chance?!"
Chunks of obliterated shaman flesh splash across Satoru's face and uniform but he's not grossed out by this at all because this is what living in the moment is all about. He even purposefully allows it to touch him almost as if it's a badge of honor. It isn't until Naoya shouts however, that Gojo realizes that the Zenin's becoming a little overwhelmed. Gojo observes the way he's personally being avoided like cancer and has to wonder, "Why are they only going after Naoya?", mid-step, he teleports to Naoya, blocking him from attacks with a poisonous aura.
Baffeled by the demonstration, one of the hooded shaman waves a hand to halt his team and speaks up, "Satoru Gojo, we ask that you walk away. We are only concerned with Naoya Zenin. We have no immediate strife with you at this time."
Gojo straightens up from his fighting stance, looks to Naoya and condescendingly grins while explaining, "Yeeeaaaah, that's not going to happen. This is my guy."
Naoya squints his eyes and mouths, "Your guy?", as if to question the meaning of terminology.
"We do not wish to fight with you, Satoru Gojo. Please, reconsider.", is all the hooded man says.
Gojo peers at his nails, seeing the blood that he'll have to scrub from under the beds, "Nah. That's too fucking bad because it looks like you're going to have to!", wickedly grinning as he knows they must be pissing themselves right now.
It's not that they don't want to challenge him, they can't.
"What the fuck do you want with me anyways?! You know my name, but do you know my reach?!", Naoya asks, wings fluttering as his anger grows. "Who are you?"
The same hooded man takes three steps in front of his team, "Who we are is of no concern. This is an execution. You are to be removed from this life to give way for the new chosen head."
The golden wave scales over Naoya after he listens to their words but then he also thinks about the photos found back at the estate and begins to question if the two are related. With a thunderous voice, he yells, "I AM THE NEXT FUCKING HEAD OF THE ZENIN CLAN!", and viscously darts towards the man speaking and tears out his throat with his fangs.
"Oh damn!", Satoru quietly claps his hands while watching the vicious brutality unfold, "Shouldn't have said that!"
Naoya can't help but drink from the drowning man; gulping down copious amounts of his blood while the rest pressure washes him. Something bothers Naoya though. His eyes open with bewilderment when the small bits he can decode about this man's flavor tell a tale of affection for the Zenin household.
The new speaker of the unknown group gasps and wretches to the sight of Naoya's barbarism and screams, "YOU'RE A FAILURE NOW TOO! YOU'VE BEEN COMPLETELY COMPROMISED BY THAT WHORE!", becoming visibly apprehensive by the Zenin's ferocity and not knowing how to pursue with Gojo's involvement either. Vindicated by severity however, he comprehends that there's no turning back and yells, "KILL NAOYA ZENIN!"
Gojo scoffs, "PFT! What pussies.", and acts like nothing out of the ordinary is transpiring when he turns around and casually hooks an arm around Naoya to excitedly whisper, "Now you can see it all from my perspective!", chuckling to the muddle that appears on the Zenin's face. "You'll see what I mean, Naoya...", Satoru slowly raises his hand, timing it so all of the enemy party members get relatively close.
"Domain expansion…"
Naoya's amber eyes anxiously burn red, "WOAH! HOLD UP! GO-..."
"...Infinite void."
Naoya instinctively yelps at first but is soon gawking in astonishment as he witnesses the ruthless domain but with the safety of Satoru's blessing. "Holy shit…", the Zenin has obviously experienced it before but not as a spectator; he could hardly even move let alone comprehend before. His glowing eyes shift to the bodies of their attackers, watching as they stiffen, lose function and realize the deep shit they're in. "This is kind of remarkable, Gojo…", he softly mutters as he contemplates how much more of a hassle these guys would've been had he been left to himself. 'That crazy twat stayed to fight with me…', Naoya reiterates this to himself while glancing over to the silver shaman.
Gojo hums before proceeding with, "Thanks! Now…let's see who's behind hood number one!", his tone completely relaxed but mixed with excitement as if he's revealing a grand prize. After scanning over them, he reaches for the shaman closest to him and sneers, "You're the lucky fuck!", snatching the cloth from his head. Light brown hair flares from snatched cover but Satoru doesn't recognize the guy at all. Within seconds though, Naoya gasps which prompts him to hauntungly ask, "Someone you know?"
Naoya has definitely seen this man before.
With a hole burrowing through his heart, he solemnly informs Satoru, "He serves one of my brothers…"
Satoru finally understands what may be unfolding.
Naoya glares at the floor, eyes tearing up. He's never really gotten along with his brothers, him being the youngest always gave him the role of easy target practice. Never in his life would he think that one of them would actually want to kill him though. Satoru's voice reaches him, "How about them?", to which Naoya lifts his head only to become further trodden as he looks over the familiar faces. He wishes to ask them why they were trying to do this but by the glossed over, catatonic expressions they wear, he knows he won't receive an answer.
Gojo can sense and visualize the sheer heartache taking over Naoya and it causes his own irrational muscle to twinge. He's strangely offended by them upsetting the blonde, a surge of rage bubbling up his very being. Determined, he softly monologues, "I will make it better, Naoya…"
Satoru stands back over by his Zenin friend, "Please don't be sad!", he smiles, wanting to improve Naoya's mood but not knowing how to. It doesn't work in the slightest of course, its apparent that the Zenin is collapsing from the inside out. "These fucking cunts…", Satoru snarls out while looking over their worthless forms hovering helplessly within his domain.
Naoya's breath shutters, "Wh...why would he do this to me?"
Gojo wraps his arms around Naoya, genuinely hugging him with a frown, "You'll never have to see them again…", placing his vengeful eyes onto the shit stains that caused all the issues. Without any other outward vocalization, Satoru continues to embrace the Zenin as all of their enemy's heads start growing. Rogue emotions circulate through Satoru when he eagerly studies their disfigurement and how their faces continue to swell into shades of pink, red and then purple. When one of the Zenin men finds the ability to scream though, Gojo reels Naoya in closer and calmly whispers, "Cover your ears, Naoya."
The Zenin trembles with hesitation but Gojo wildly smirks and speeds up their attackers torture until their eyes explode and internal fluid gushes from sockets and ears. Satoru genuinely doesn't mean to but the excitement he experiences from the fountains of blood manifests into squeezing the Zenin and nuzzling his cheek into Naoya's hair.
The blonde could've vomited from the sounds alone but right now the implications of his brother doing this sink him deep into despair.
With random dropplets of victory echoing through the sphere, Gojo coos caringly to his friend, "How about we go see our princess? Have those drinks?" Naoya doesn't say anything but releases his wings so Gojo cancels his domain.
The nine bodies of the henchmen that were caught in the domain flop into the ground with a fluid like squelch. Satoru half smiles to his masterpiece, missing that feeling of insanity when fighting. He hugs Naoya tighter, "Come on…maybe we'll get Elska into some more lingerie!"
Naoya pushes Gojo away, chuckling even though he's about break down into tears, "You're a fucking pervert…", being beside himself with how protective the shaman was over him. He turns his head to see the remnants of their fight, kind of mortified by the familiar faces he'll never see again, "Hey…"
Satoru kicks one of the legs from the body nearest, "What's up buddy? You okay?", looking up with an empathetic frown. Naoya's eyes are puffy but he's clearly trying to hold back, "Families fucking blow, loverboy" He feels a sort of strength as Naoya takes in more of the scene but it's not the typical egoistical rush, more like warmth from wanting to save his friend.
"Just…thank you Gojo. I wouldn't have expected that from you.", Naoya sighs deeply afterwards, still reeling from this new information. 'Why would my brother do this?', the likely answer of power cracking the chambers of his heart. A piece of him is unfurling chaotically, his mind connecting dots that he hasn't enough proof to do with, 'Baby, does this have something to do with you too?', he worriedly considers with a heavy heart.
'Could he want Elska?'
Gojo walks back over, gasping dramatically, "I am offended, Zenin!! You've seen me naked and were practically besties. You are my guy!"
"I am not your guy.", Naoya's rebuttals automatically but with a hint of humor.
Satoru cackles deeply, happy for the slight smirk appearing on Naoya's face, "Listen cunt, if you don't perk up, I swear I'll fucking kiss you!"
Naoya's smile vanishes but offers in return, "And I'll fucking punch you!", but is yelping when Gojo pinches his ass again. The blonde raises his stiffened hand to perform the heartiest slap ever.
Satoru is cracking up even further now and catches Naoya's wrist in mid-action, genuinely saying, "As long as you're not depressed, I'm alright with that." He now releases Naoya to grab up some of their bags but turning towards the bodies again, he huffs and states, "I would leave them here to rot but that shop is toast now and authorities will be showing any minute. I should shoot Nanami a message."
Naoya's eyes water again as he's thinking about the cashier and is wishing he'd never been caught in the crossfire. As the thought hits him however, he rhetorically asks Gojo, "Why do this out in the open? They clearly were put off by you being here too, so why go about it this way?" He brings his gaze to Gojo as the shaman slides his phone into his jacket pocket, the text completed.
"That we will figure out.", Satoru agrees that it seemed like an amateur plan. "Did they expect me to bail on you too?", becoming sensitive to the new awareness that everyone thinks so little of him. "Let's go back and talk this out with Toji and my love." He sighs when Naoya's expression still shows sorrow though so he reiterates, "I will not let anyone harm you little Naoya, you are one of us now."
Naoya wholeheartedly smiles but the sweet moment is shot when he recalls, "Heeeyyyy...wait a minute! You were going to kill me not even an hour ago, you dick!", but leans over to grab some bags as well, not even thinking twice about sharing the load.
Gojo snickers, "Well that was different, even besties are bound to have tiffs, silly."
Naoya sighs and defeatedly whines, "I just wanted to propose to my princess…", knowing that Gojo will remain an obstacle in this sense. As upset as he was about it earlier though, he feels far less upheaval for it now because, 'He stuck by me when it mattered…', the thought making him jump his eyebrows as it doesn't feel quite real yet.
"Well, when I went back to talk to the jeweler, I asked him to make us all rings too actually…" Gojo kicks his foot up a little with his hands in his pockets, wanting to have saved that as a surprise. "What's your ring size? I have to let him know soon…and we have to figure out Toji's too."
Naoya feels his face light up, "What kind of rings Gojo?! What are you trying to say here?!" The exhilaration in his expression being completely obvious.
"Let's just say that in a way, we'll all have her hand.", the silver shaman smiles widely with soft eyes, thinking, 'I'm glad he's cheering up, this is good.' He scoops up the rest of the bags, noticing how fewer he's assigned this time, silently appreciating how Naoya's actually helping.
As he's walking up to Gojo, Naoya experiences a moment of madness, fully coming to terms with the fact the Satoru Gojo is one of his closest friends and the silver shit literally defended him against his own family without fearing political reverberation. "Fucking weird…", Zenin quietly jokes but emptily announces,"Ready when you are! Let's get out of here…", grabbing onto Satoru's shoulder so they can be warped back to the compound.
When they come back into Elska's room, the men set down the bags but look at each other in reaction to the emptiness.
"Love?", Gojo calls out before checking the bathroom, "Toji?", receiving nothing. Satoru sighs, "Give me a sec, they're close I can feel it. He warps out of the room and into the hall, near Naoya's room which is where he hears Elska crying and becomes alarmed. Kicking through Naoya's door with energy already gathered into his palms, he sees her and Toji on the floor next to Getou. Confused, he tilts his head and asks, "Is everything okay, love?"
Toji sits up, "Yeah, we're good now…we just had a-"
"Sati, I switched again and…", with swollen eyes pointing to the floor Elska finishes, "…and I did some weird things." She snivels once, feeling Toji helping her to her feet.
Toji hugs her when they're standing and while looking at Gojo, says, "Doll, it's alright, we're okay now…" He's ashamed of himself for how he handled the situation, still not comfortable with even touching her as his contriteness tells him he's not fit for her love.
Gojo walks up to them, tangling his fingers into her hair and turning Elska towards him. When she dives into his chest, still unwilling to look him in the eyes, his brow furrows. "Love, what ever happened, don't worry about it. It can't be that bad.", he looks to Toji though, "Naoya and I were just attacked while on the street downtown."
Elska rips her head upwards, "WHAT?! SATI!? Where's Naoya?! Are you guys alright?!" She registers the blood on him now, what he left from whomever suffered by his hand. "Sati…", she speaks with a quivering voice, urgently wanting to understand, 'Why would he let it get past his infinity?'
"You really think either of us would be injured by a regular shaman?!", Gojo throws her over her shoulder, happily lifted by her sudden giggles, "Let's go back to your room love, The Prince and alcohol are in there!" He belts out laughter as he watches Toji's serious expression morph into an excited one at the mention of drinks.
"Fuck yea! Thank you for bringing some back.", Toji's following Gojo out of the room but huffs upon realizing that he probably shouldn't just leave Getou there. "Come on, you long, horny fucker…", he strains out while hoisting the Titer's body over his own shoulder, "Your face is going to hurt like hell tomorrow!", cackling deeply as he relives the satisfaction of decking his former boss.
"BABY!", Naoya shouts out as soon as they enter through the door and walks over to Elska with speed, needing to be near her. She shrieks when her eyes fall to him though, the amount of blood he wears is extremely regrettable. Her hands search his chest and back frantically, "I'm fine baby, I promise. It's their blood, not mine." He turns his head to see who Toji's carrying, "What the fuck are you bringing him in here? Put his ass in the hall…why is he eve-...you know what? I don't give a fuck."
Toji sighs, not being sure how to share everything that just happened. "It's a long story actually…", he lamentably states, his eyes shifting over to Elska instinctually, "But where's my drink boy? I fucking need one. By the looks of you, you guys do too."
Gojo is reaching into the chilled bags, harnessing his curse energy to twist off the tops while thinking, 'It's so much better when it's a body…', grinning to the warmth the death of his enemies brings him. He hands everyone a variant of fruit-based liquor infused bottles, "Naoya picked this out, don't look at me.", half laughing to the dissatisfied face of Toji's.
"Fruity prick."
Naoya drinks his down almost immediately, already reaching for his second one, "Toji…", his voice hinting reluctance, "Chonan has ordered my execution." Toji nearly stops his motion of swallowing and lowers his drink while connecting sorrowful eyes.
Elska slams her bottle down so hard that it shatters, spilling alcohol all over the dresser. Her head begins to hurt again as if she's suffering hypertension but she uses her fingers to massage her temples while asking, "Who the hell is Chonan?", not being ok with knowledge that someone has it out for her prince.
Toji is still gnawing on what Naoya said while also rushing to Elska, not liking the sign of her head hurting again, "Doll, just calm down…", but his concerned eyes meet with both Naoya's and Gojo's, "Her head bothered her before she switched…"
Naoya looks over at Getou passed out on the couch, "Tch…this fucking guy probably caused it.", narrowing his eyes as he envisions ending the Titer right then, "Fucking hate that guy."
"At least Naoya's here if she does…", Gojo quickly interjects while rubbing the small of her back, the only bit that isn't blocked by Toji's arms.
Elska sighs and moves from her beloved to grab a towel, wanting to clean up the mess she made before it ruins any of the furnishings. "I'm okay." Her eyes meet Naoya's, the serious ambers studying her as she wipes away the evidence while she visually rakes over his body. She doesn't mean to but she's inadvertently turned on by how beastly he seems while in his adversary's red essence but she of course tames herself as she can also see he's upset. "My prince?", she asks sweetly, "Who is this Chonan…and does he understand that he will die for messing with you? I will personally shred him to pieces."
Silence engulfs them until Naoya's braves a voice to say, "He's my oldest brother baby…", the sadness in the Zenin's tone becoming painfully clear as he quietly wipes his eyes and reaches for another bottle.
Gojo grabs the towel from Elska and whispers, "He's really upset love, go cheer him up.", kissing her on the cheek while grabbing the hazardous golden fabric that sounds of glass. Toji leans to him closely and quietly says, "Gojo, we need to talk about Choso soon, there's something everyone needs to know unfortunately…", which sparks Satoru's curiosity.
Elska gradually sits next to Naoya on the edge of the bed, "Naoya, I'm sorry for saying that…I didn't know…", her tone somber but touch gentle as she runs her nails along the right side of his scalp. He doesn't say anything yet but instead leans back over to grab another bottle. The rate at which he's consuming these worries Elska but she also understands there's a lot more going on than she's conscious of.
Toji takes a few steps closer, pissed by hearing this, "What is that arrogant fucker trying to pull?", he knows Chonan well as they grew up together. Toji does not care for the prick though and vaguely recalls numerous times when the dickwad would gather other Zenin to bully him for his lack of cursed energy. There aren't any emotional strings attached to these memories but Toji will be damned if Chonan thinks he can go after Naoya.
Naoya heavily exacerbates, his head subtly moving to follow Elska's touch, "They mentioned that I needed to go to make way for the new chosen head.", he mocks in a rancorous voice, his pride being threatened like no other. He reaches up to hold Elska's hand, bringing the back of her fingertips to his lips, "But I worry this involves you too, my princess…Gojo and I saw something at my estate and there's no way this is a coincidence."
Elska crawls over Naoya's lap to stretch for another bottle, not being successful. A sharp smack lands on her butt which makes her yelp but when she looks up, she sees a familiar glint shine in her prince's eyes. She giggles to his masterful gaze and playfully adds, "Well I believe we've been over this, haven't we my prince?", she asks while sitting herself up, accepting the bottle that Naoya easily fetched in absence of her achievement. He gives her a brief expression of smiling confusion to which she adds, "You've already asked me if I would want an older version of you and I respectfully declined! You are my prince!"
Naoya's deep voice soars through the air, exhaustively cackling but with seasoning of relief as well. He pulls her close and hums as their lips meet, the mere feeling of her against his skin lifting him out of his despair. "And you are my sweet…", he kisses her again, "…but frightening princess." He decides to pull her to his lap, loving the way she looks at him when their eyes both start to glow. A sly smirk bombards his face, him now feeling a slight buzz, "Baby, did you know Gojo said I can't propose to you though? What kind of shit is that?!", his question ending with snickers as her eyes widen.
"Little Naoyaaaaa…if you don't shut up, you'll ruin everything!", Gojo warns, sipping his own drink that reminds him of a mango stand. When Toji squints his eyes inquisitively, Satoru deflects, "We have a lot to talk about you guys!", but Toji's eyes start glowing so Gojo turns around to see what's triggering it; taking a welcomed deep and relaxing breath upon understanding.
All he can see are Naoya's hands beginning to grip different parts of the thin robe Elska's wearing, the sight stirring and causing a needy whine to leave his lips. He nudges Toji, "We should definitely catch up to him and drink some more.", but when he goes near the end of bed to grab two more bottles, he lingers there to observe the tender way their tongues meet and how hungry Naoya seems. He simply holds out the bottle in Toji's direction but has no intention of walking it back over to him, so he can stay for a little show.
Elska feels Naoya's hands groping her rear while sneakily pulling the robe from where its tucked under her knees and over his lap. He breaks their kiss to look to his right and upon following his eyes she's met with Toji's and Satoru's patiently trained on them. She kisses Naoya's cheekbone as he raises an eyebrow to the two men, him hiking her robe up and exposing her bareness. When he faces her again this time though, he seems electrically charged; crashing his lips to her while whispering, "I love you so much baby, I'd never surrender you to my brother anyways…", the statement making her hot.
Toji downs his current bottle before raising his other fist to start on the one Satoru grabbed. His eyes trail over to the Titer passed out on the couch though which irritates him all while becoming hesitant because of what happened with her earlier. He goes to speak up about all of that chaos but she releases a wave of pheromones that he can't help but inhale in until his lungs have met capacity. "Doll…", he mutters with a half-smile as he exhales, the scent back to regular potency. He's actually welcoming this distraction now as he is still trying to mentally grasp her other side being the reason Choso has become involved, hating that he's also her turned.
Naoya unties the knots that keep the robe fastened with the tips of his fingers, soon dipping his hands under the fabric by her shoulders to slide the cloth down her body. One of his hands find her breast, lightly teasing the semi-hardened bud while she squirms, his tongue meeting with her collar bone and traveling up her neck. He hums again and then says, "Baby…", gliding his hand up to her head but heavily dragging it along her skin until his fingers lace into her hair. "I'm in a mood and want to do something different."
Gojo excitedly bites his lip being able to gauge by Naoya's tone that this will probably be kinky. He grabs two more bottles and set them beside the pair so they'd have it nearby while drinking his own with a bulge beginning to form. Satoru watches Naoya stand Elska up but spins her around so that she's now facing the same direction as himself and Toji. The Zenin brushes off the rest of the robes that clung to her wrists before sitting and guiding her over his lap again. "Yessss…", Satoru grabs Toji's arm and brings them both to stand in front of Naoya and Elska.
Elska gasps as she gathers what her prince is trying to do. She's made to lean against his chest while his hands pry her thighs apart, her lower half being put on display for the two men before them. She can't see his face but she hears Naoya ask through the loud silence of her own blushing, "Is that pink mouse with us by any chance?"