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“What do you want, Megumi? You’ve never asked me for anything like this before.”
His son in all but name looks at him and he can see madness dancing in sharp green eyes (a perfect mirror to his toji’s), in the way that he seems to bleed into the shadows themselves, and isn't it funny how children are so like their parents?
“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” Megumi says, and doesn’t mean exactly what he says because he says what he means.
“Megumi,” Satoru says, a warning. Megumi presses lightly into his hand, the closest thing he’ll ever get to an apology. “I want something that’s mine.”
Well, Satoru has never claimed to be anything good, is too wrapped up in what he considers his for that, is too powerful for good to ever be a factor that matters to him.
“Toji, what the fuck is wrong with our son?” He hears the way his lover laughs over the phone, the sound like whiskey and smoke. Satoru sighs at the thought of his lover using that voice in a different context, his hands on Satoru’s-not the time.
“He’s our son,” Toji says lightly, “isn’t that enough?”
((He remembers when all Megumi wanted was Tsumiki, was his father, was Satoru himself. He thinks absently of jealousy but in the end Megumi is always going to be his first.
(“Anything,” he promised all those years ago)
He promised anything for a reason))
“Who the fuck are you?”
A snort. “I'm Fushiguro Megumi, you?
“Kugisaki Nobara.”
The boy with forest green eyes and a too sharp smile looksher up and down like she’s prey, like she hasn’t clawed her way here, alienating everything in her path. “What’s your fucking problem?” she snaps, and does not see the way that he laughs
“I ‘ve just never met anyone like you,” he says and she takes it as a compliment instead of insult. “Of course you haven’t,” She says like it’s obvious and it is. Nobara is something all her own, is the first of herself, carving herself a place in this new world that doesn’t know her like the old one did. She thinks of everything that she left behind in the old world and she can not find it in herself to be sorry.
So softly, she barely hears him, “Call me Megumi,” and she doesn’t even think to ask the question, never notices that it’s the first day that she feels like she’s being watched.
There is something sacred about first names in a sorcerer’s world, an invoking of their very being, and to give your name is to give a little piece of yourself up.
(Nobara doesn’t know
Yuuji isn’t warned)
In the middle of the fight, Sukuna freezes.
“What are you?” he says, teeth bared, a smile lopsided on his face.
The shadows crash into Sukuna, calling him home, telling him to bend, telling him it’s better if he breaks.
They sit down on the grass together, both of their cursed energies flowing around them, mixing, questioning, making new together.
“What are you, Fushiguro Megumi?”
“My parents’ child.
“What does that mean?”
“What do you think that it means?”
“You’d have been a vicious enemy born in my time.”
“Why?”
Sukuna can’t help his laugh, this vicious child that seems to understand much more than what actually is. “You are stronger than you let the brat see. You are stronger than you let the girl see.”
“I am my parents’ son.”
Realization, in a split second.
“You are that idiot’s son, adopted I think, because your technique speaks of the Zenin.” Fushiguro Megumi laughs like the child he supposedly is.
“You’re correct in both senses Sukuna-san. I am of the forgotten Zenin and Gojou Satoru, at least, in all the ways that matter.
“What does that mean?” He purrs, because this is actually getting interesting, because he has a good feeling about this.
“It means that I am here to offer you an alliance Sukuna-san, a way to stay alive after the twenty fingers are collected.
Oh he was right, wait until Urame hears about this one. “And what can you offer me?” He murmurs, tilting his head at Fushiguro Megumi
“My parents want to take over the Japanese Jujutsu world and you’d find a pretty good place with us.” He can read between the lines, Fushiguro Megumi is offering him power for power.
“And would I get you too?” He murmurs, thinking of how lovely the brat and Fushiguro would look together, both perfectly his.
“I could tell the brat,” he murmurs, and Fushiguro Megumi tips his head into Sukuna’s lap, shining green eyes laughing.
“I know you could Sukuna-san,” This beautiful, cruel thing says lightly, “but I know you won’t”
“Have you met my older sister?” Megumi says casually. Nobara shakes her head and a beautiful girl smiles at her.
“I’m so sorry, my brother has no manners. I’m Fushiguro the Elder, and you?”
“I’m Kugisaki Nobara.” she says (and does not notice the way that Fushiguro’s eyes shine like the sun crashing into the ocean).
She’s been damned since then, completely, irrevocably damned.
Sukuna fucks him in his domain sometimes, hands around his hips, making his body a mosaic of bruises that never appear when he’s awake. (sometimes he wants them too)
He never thinks about it, but when Sukuna’s fucking him, when Sukuna’s carving bloody red sigils into his chest (never any of it with his permission) he sometimes wants it harder.
(Sometimes he begs for more, begs to cum, begs to stop cumming, begs for Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna (In these moments he belongs)
He does not think about when he wakes up but sometimes Megumi has this smug smirk on his face that makes him wonder what he knows. )
“Really Devil child?” his father says after he comes home one weekend, lax on the couch as he only ever is around them
He smirks, a perfect mirror of the man in front of him, “you always told me to go after the things that I want in life.”
Because no matter how angry his father pretends to be, he knows the truth. Toji is happy for his new interest because they’re keeping him steady.
(It’s not the same as family, though, nothing is the same as his family is. Satoru may take and take and take but Satoru is Satoru. He remembers a once upon a time, before they trusted each other.
“Your father wants more for you and your sister then he's ever wanted for anyone, and by extension, I do too.” Satoru’s eyes had shone then, and Mrgumi so young had understood what the man was actually saying to him
You’ll never leave me, no matter how far you run.)
Megumi’s gone home to see his family today, hugging her gently and kissing Yuuji’s cheek in goodbye. It’s just the two of them in the dorms now, her legs over his and his hands on her waist. They’ve gotten to talking as they always do when it’s just them.
“Lately I’ve been feeling really uncomfortable at night,,” she says.
“I felt like that for a while but sleeping in Gumi’s room has really helped.”
Megumi, who is soft for both of them and she’s sure of this, doesn't seem like the person to sleep with at night when you feel like someone’s watching you.
Nobara says as much to Yuuji who shrugs.
“I don’t know Bara, Gumi is warm and feels kinda like coming home. Plus when I'm with him Sukuna doesn’t give me nightmares.” Not for the first time she wishes that she could beat up the curse inside of her best friend's head.
“I want to beat up Sukuna and watch his blood flow off of my hands,” she says lightly, relishing in the spike of cursed energy in the room.
In the days that follow though, after Megumi comes back, she doesn’t stop thinking about it, what it would be like to sleep in his bedroom.
(In the end it’s the three of them in the bed, curled up around each other, a curse watching over them while they sleep.)
“Do you trust Megumi?” Gojou-sensei asks him one day, signature smile on his face. The answer is easy (wrong).
“Of course I do, he’s Megumi,” Yuuji says cheerfully and Sukuna laughs in his head.
“You’re such a cute student Itadori-kun,” sensei croons, touching him on the forehead.
“Why does it even matter?” He asks, and Gojou-sensei answers.
There’s something about loyalty, something about trusting your teammates, something about something or other but it really doesn’t matter not to Yuuji when all he can think about is why wouldn’t he trust Megumi, loyal, loving Megumi?
“These flowers — they’re beautiful Tsumiki but I don’t recognize them. ”
“They’re kadupul flowers, and the Gojou clan’s official flower,”
(warning)
She smiles and takes the flower, putting it in her hair so that she can hold the gift with her for a longer time.
“You wanted to plan the date,” she says, because it's’ true, “so where are we going?” Tsumiki smiles lightly. “I thought we’d go to Ginza and for the day and then get dinner at Sukiyabashi Jiro together. Does that sound good?”
(warning)
She smiles at this girl who’s taking her to do her two favorite things, shopping and dining. “That’d be lovely,” she says.
Tsumiki’s smile is breathtaking, her wild ocean eyes dancing in utter delight. “I had a driver bring me here so we’ll go in my car, okay?”
Nobara doesn’t often lets anyone tell her anything but there’s something about the gentleness of Tsumiki, about her warm smile and gentle laugh that makes want to be gentle, that makes her want to be happy and warm.
(Listen to the warning!)
(Warning failed)
“You’re overworking.” It’s not a question.
“I'm just busy Sukuna,” he says, ignoring the way that the curse immediately feels displeased.
There’s the soft tug that lets him know that Sukuna is trying to pull him into his domain, probably for sex.
For once Yuuji lets himself fall, and does not think about the way that Sukuna smiles, the way that he tires Yuuji out until he’s asleep on the curse’s lap, hands wrapped around his throat like they belong there.
“What did you do?” Yuuji whispers like it’s a curse to say it.
“I helped to change the world,” Megumi says softly, a hand on Yuuji’s face. He looks at them like they’re his, like they’re something only because of him.
Nobara feels sick.
“How could you kill all of them?” she says and it’s not about what they did, it’s about the way Sukuna, Megumi, Tsumiki and Megumi’s parents killed them all.
“Sweet girl,” Tsumiki croons, “It’s alright, you don’t have to worry anymore, they can’t do anything to you now.” That’s not the problem here and she knows that Tsumiki knows it, but both Fushiguro’s have always been good at skirting around the truth.
There’s the sound of a scream and Yuuji freezes, makes a motion like he wants to go towards it but a hand catches him around the throat.
“Enough Brat,” Sukuna says firmly, in all of his glory, “Let the idiots have their fun.” Yuuji starts struggling and Nobara watches the way that Megumi, her sweet, gentle, Megumi knocks out Yuuji like it’s easy, like he’s a disobeying child instead of a scared teenager.
“Why Megumi?” she whispers, “Why Tsumiki?”
The siblings smile, “It’s time to save the world,” Megumi says, “and that means blood.”
Suddenly she knows what’s been stalking her, a monster of the worst kind.
A monster she called friend.