lokyra

"Mu's butterfly is often distracted by trifles." Imu leaned over, a gloved hand brushed against yours. He had yet to join you in bed. "Are you going to take this stupid disguise off already?" You said, accentuating your idea by tugging his glove off. "Thou art lacking patience, dear." Despite his words, he did not waste time in unveiling himself. Long white hair cascading over his face, locks separated by a set of horns, and a face you could not help but fall in love with each time.

Your impatience grew. Unable to wait any further, you reached for the man, pulling him closer. "You stole me from my trifles and now expect me to be patient?" Moving a strand of his hair to the side, you leaned in, capturing his lips into a kiss he melted into instantly.

The heat intensified, urging him to push you back into the pillow and cage you beneath his body. The first to break apart was Imu, as he rested his forehead on yours for a moment before trailing pecks down your jaw and throat, towards the collarbone. A rather hungry bite of his made you gasp and twitch. You could feel him smile at your sound, tending to the forming bruise with a soft kiss akin to an apology. "Thou art awfully expressive tonight." His bare hand slid lower, until you released a shiver. Imu quit his movements once the tips reached behind your undergarments. "I must deprive thee more frequently..." His pause caused a whine to escape you, which only elicited a sly smile in return.

"You—" He withdrew his hand. "Thou shalt take what I offer. Being greedy, will not make thy wish, the truth." Your brows knit as you force yourself to swallow any insults towards the man. "Do not look at Mu like that..." Imu coped your face with the gloved hand, plastering on a sympathetic expression. "Open." You were quick to follow his command, parting your lips for his thumb to slide past them. "Is it not better when thou obeyest thy God?" He then made quick work of the rest of your clothes. Leaving you in only your underwear, your body visible for his eyes alone.

Imu's hand brushed over the length of your legs as he moved to the bed's front side. And knelt. He grabbed you by the ankles, pulling until your, very much soaked, panties were dangerously close to his face. He placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh, then pressed his tongue flatly against your clothed cunt, causing you to reach and grab onto his horns. "Please..." you mewled, trying to nudge him closer. He obliged. With a finger, he hooked your panties to the side, going directly for your clit.

He maintained a punishing pace. Adding into the mix his fingers, now coated with your slick and nearly scratching you due to his sharp nails. Your moans and whines bounced off the walls, accompanied by the filthy sounds rising from between your legs; not even concerned about anyone hearing you, as the room was far beyond anyone's earshot. You were close. So close. Yet Imu was aware of that fact, and just as you were about to finish, he had deprived you of his warmth.

"You're cruel." You cried, shakily holding yourself up on your elbows. "Am I? How shameful of Mu..." With a smile, he rose to his feet. Mindful to bring your feet up to his now bare shoulders and placing a kiss on your ankle. "Thine annoyance shall persist." He said in a hushed tone, kneading your body into a mating press. "I will do what I desire." His words were a whisper against your neck, accentuated by the harsh thrust that intertwined your bodies and tore a raw scream from you.

The movements were rough, each thrust leaving your body weaker than the previous one. He was all over you. A hand steadying you by the waist, the other moulding your breast, and his mouth leaving deliciously painful marks on your neck. It was all too much. "Imu..." You whined, hands attempting to no avail to grab onto something—anything—yet he made you feel so weak. With a strained moan you had come undone, but to your dismay (or delight) he was not finished with you.

Imu continued with the same vigour, not missing a beat. And you? A mumbling mess underneath him. Having way too many orgasms ripped out of you, but everything just felt so good.

His gaze moved to you alongside a quiet laugh to your misery. He was as proud as ever seeing you so drunk on him, so good for him. "Thy beauty is comparable to a Goddess..." He sighed out praise, a sign of him nearing his peak. "One worthy of Mu." He captured your lips into a messy kiss as he finished deep inside you.

The two of you laid there for a while. You were breathless, eyes fighting to not give up; Imu was next to you, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "A bath is in order. I will get it ready." He whispered and you nodded weakly.

It was no surprise that when he came back, your sleeping body was the only thing he found. Still, he cleaned you up. Afterwards, he gently moved you to lie properly on the mattress and joined you in your slumber.

   Morning arrived quicker than you would have wanted it to, with your mother’s excited words disturbing your peaceful slumber. Now, lying barely awake in bed, you focused on the clock on the wall—6:00. With a sigh, you sat up. Your mind started to clear, and the muffled words of the woman outside the bedroom finally began to make sense. “Sweetie, get up, it’s late!” She exclaimed, softly knocking on your door. “It’s six in the morning, mum…” Despite the grumbled complaint, you still managed to get out of bed and complete your morning routine.

   The living room awaited you with a basket filled to the brim with a vast array of exotic fruits from your land alongside some sweets prepared by your mother. “That’s what you will bring to that man from yesterday.” Her voice made your head snap towards the woman, ready to voice your objection, but she beat you to it. “Do not even think about it.” She mother said, looking up from the book she was reading “You are going.” After hearing her words, you just gave her a defeated look and grabbed the basket.

   Regardless of the foggy, early morning, few royals from across the world were discussing the matters of this year’s Reverie. Even though it is starting in a week's time, people have yet to arrive, making your walk towards the Pangaea Castle quiet, lacking the drama your parents divulged to you after each past reverie.

   After a few minutes, you were now almost at the castle’s main doors when the guards stopped you in your tracks, informing you about the restricted access to the public implemented by higher authorities. Then, as if luck struck, a fairly important looking person was approaching. He looked old. An odd haircut resembling a four pointed star could be seen from the front profile. Saint Figarland Garling, Supreme Commander of the Knights of God. So without further ado, you went up to him. “Excuse me, sir. May I please ask you a question?” You tried your best to sound polite, hoping to raise the chances of the knight hearing you out. “I have no time for peasants such as yourself.” Without so much of a glance, the rush of wind from his cape was the only thing he left behind. Asshole. So you tried the only thing you could think of.

   “It’s about Imu—!”

   The moment his name left your lips, the scenery in front of you changed at an inhumane speed—from the clear view of the sunrise, to the backside of God knows whose house with a sword to your throat. “State your name and your relationship to the Great One. Now.” The basket was long gone. Fruits and sweets scattered all across the street, you could not even take a breath and realise what was going on before the blade began to leave a nasty wound behind. “Speak before I make you my personal slave. I would love to change the current one.” You told him your name, voice coming out frail. “He…helped me yesterday. I got lost…and he guided me to the exit—!” Garling’s hold on his sword was still as firm as before. “And you expect me to believe that?” He laughed. “Take me to him…! If he denies ever meeting me, then I’ll be your slave. Or die. Anything you wish of me, I’ll do!” You did not mean a single word of what you just said, but you were indifferent to it. All you cared for right now was to get out of this alive. “I’ll have so much fun with a fair, young one like you.”

   You were now inside, chained up and dragged along like a miserable dog. Nothing was left of the gift you had planned to come here with and to make things worse, your clothes were now ruined by your own blood. At that moment you swore to never attend a reverie ever again.

   Outside of the same doors you were at not long ago, Garling made his presence known. “Great One, excuse my intrusion, but I have put my hands on an interesting case.” Tugging harder on your chains once an opening, wide enough for him to pass through with you, appeared. Inside of the room, you could note the amount of greenery presented, and not to mention the gorgeous butterflies wandering curiously around.

   “This disrespectful, uneducated, and unsightly,-” that made you stare daggers at his back despite feeling like you have already been impaled by some yourself. What a prick. “-peasant, dared speak of you as if you have met each other.” Clearing his throat, the chains constraining you were yanked. Forcing you to kneel. Being visible in this vulnerable state to the masked man, you could not dare look up. Not like this. But in the next second, those same chains held by the commander fell near you with a heavy thud, and the man quickly exited the room with a shaky “Excuse me.”

   What followed was a daunting silence. Then a gloved hand cautiously lifted your head by the jaw, making you meet his gaze for only a second. “Thou oughtest not to step inside of Mu’s castle again.” You could see his stare flicker from your eyes to follow the trail of blood left on your top up to the fresh wound. “It is not suitable, nor safe, for thee.” He raised to his feet and you followed suit. The chains, that once constrained you, slid helplessly from your body. “I will summon a knight to care for thy wounds and aid thee in cleaning.” You thanked him profoundly, “My mother… she insisted I come here and bring you a gift as gratitude for helping me the other day.” he turned his back to you “Mu’s knights can often be such brutes.” and with that, a door creaked open.

   “You called for me, Great One?” A woman, seemingly in her twenties, with long blue hair stepped inside of the room. “Who is that!?” She yelled once she laid eyes on you. “Pray, be silent, and make thyself useful by aiding this one to look more presentable. Guide her outside when finished.”

   The lavatory you were brought to was huge. Featuring a strip window high on the back wall letting the morning light inside and a built-in bathtub with gold lining underneath. To your left, there was a wide vanity with a sink close to the bathtub. The woman asked you to sit there while she stepped out to get a first aid kit. Once back, she quietly worked on your neck. A furrowed brow and slightly squinted eyes showed her deep concentration. You wanted to talk, but you did not know if she felt up to it. Given how your last encounter with a knight went, you hesitated, not want to risk it again. “You want to say something. Say it.” Her voice was not soft, but it did not hold any hint of malice either.

   “Who exactly is he? Imu, I mean.” You asked, nervously holding onto the chairs handles. “God, The Devil, depends on who you ask.” An honest, but confusing answer was all she gave you. “Those two are quite different to be interchangeable…” Voicing your doubt only made the woman sigh. “Not to him.”

   ”What do you think of him to be?”

   She turned to close the first aid kit, now holding it. “Everything he thinks he is. Are you able to shower on your own?” You assented, getting up and nearing the bathtub, “Why was he nice to me?”. You could not help but wonder. “None of us but him can answer that.” You nodded, a sigh escaping your lips. “You could become a knight. He doesn’t seem to hate you, that’s an amazing start.” All you could do was stare at her; fighting was not your strongest suit. While yes, you knew how to fight, it is not even close to their level and becoming a knight would mean seeing Saint Garling again. Ugh. “That’s a huge commitment…” To which she agreed. “And he said to never come back here again, so…” You added. “If he wanted you gone, you would’ve been gone." Her reply felt more like a threat than just a fact. “I’ll let you think about it.” She then turned to leave the room, giving you her name—Gunko— before closing the door.

   During your time alone, thoughts allowed themselves to wander aimlessly inside of your head whilst warm water nearly engulfed you whole. You did not find yourself shocked at hearing who he is— at knowing someone such as himself exists— knowing he should not. His existence alone feels taboo. A secret. Yet you felt drawn to him, drawn to unveil him. Then thoughts of your parents erased any others for a moment. What will they think once they see you with a bandage around your neck? Different clothes? They will demand answers. Make complaints, possibly during the reverie. Why do you feel the need to keep his existence from everyone else? News like this would go rampage.

   You came back to reality with an uneven breath, deciding to finish up your bathing and change into the spare clothes the woman brought for you. Exiting the room, you found Gunko waiting impatiently. Upon seeing you, she grabbed your arm and almost dragged you towards the exit. “Did I take too long? I’m sorry!” You apologized in a rush, but she did not respond.

   The woman brought you to the entrance in record time, and shoved you out just as fast. Meeting. with closed door once you turned around. “What the…” Confused and distraught by her sudden odd behaviour, you remained there until you regained your composure and ultimately left.

   “Who was that, Gunko? Secret looover?” Killinghams hooves dragged along the shiny flooring alongside Shamrock. "Yeah, not mine though. Too young.” Gunko responded. Rolling her eyes once her colleague’s brows knit, knowing a pet rock would be more useful than whatever his brain produces. “Shamrock are you into age-ga—” His words were cut short as his head was met with the back of a sword, forcing out a pathetic whine. “Don’t be gross.” Shamrock groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

   “What are you three dilly-dallying about, we have orders!” An older knight walked up to them. "Yo Sommers, do you like younger—Fuck’s sake!” Killingham was once again met with a blow, this time from Gunko, who went on to inform the man of the other’s antics. “Are you implying that someone in this castle has feelings for a… commoner?” He sounded almost disgusted at such a thought. “I’d bite my tongue if I were you.” That piqued Sommers’ interest and elicited a laugh. “You’re not saying he, of all people, likes their kind?” The woman only shrugged, “Ask Commander Garling who saw it first-hand. He was shaking coming out of that room.” Sommers shook his head. “He sees her as property. He just doesn’t like when others play with his toys.”

   “Were the orders I have given you, to hold a dispute on Mu?”

   Back to the house, subsequently to a mouthful from your parents about the importance of safety, you were now seated at a small desk illuminated by the sun. Holding his vivre card. You kept in with you ever since he gave it back the other day. Why? You were so out of it, not even able to perceive your father slipping inside the room. “What is that?” His hoarse voice startled you, causing a cough to escape your throat. “Nothing important.” The paper disappeared from sight, now being crumpled by your fist. “Seemed important enough to get you lost in that head of yours. Whose name is written on it?” He asked. “No one’s.” He gave you a look you knew all too well. “I saw what happened this morning outside.” You remained still for a moment, startled. “I am not going to pry in your business, dear, but I’m afraid this matter might exceed you—” Your sudden leap made the chair screech against the floorboards. “You won’t say a word about that!”

   Silence. The only sound audible was your heavy breathing.

   “My goodness, what happened to you…?” You could not answer, feeling your body slowly but surely giving up on you.

   “Pledge thy loyalty to Mu and become a Knight of God. It is what thou wishest, yes?”

   Darkness surrounded you. Every attempt to find the origin of his voice was futile.

   “Thou shalt not see Mu. Only listen.”

   Unable to move, you mustered up some courage and asked. “Where am I?”

   No words back. “How are you talkin—?”

   “Thou art incredibly impatient. Connection by such unruly means demands much from Mu. As well as from thy body.”

   A pause again, though this time you did not dare to speak.

   “If becoming Mu’s knight is truly thy wish, I shall meet thou before the Empty Throne at the time of the Reverie.”

   You awakened suddenly, heaving and looking around. Still your room. A nasty headache settled within you; bringing a hand up to your face to check the temperature, you saw it. His vivre card. Picking it up, you noticed the burnt corner. “So it wasn’t a dream…” You muttered.

   “Sweetheart, you are awake! Thank the Gods!” As your mother rushed to the bed, you shoved the paper quickly under your pillow. “How are you feeling?” Her tone made you wince. “Just a headache, nothing bad.” You answered. “You have been unconscious for three days! We were so worried.” Three days!? You gave her a small “Oh…” not knowing what else to say. “The Reverie is starting the day after tomorrow, we can send you home if you are not feeling well.” You shook your head. “I want to attend.”

   The rest of the week went by in a blur. Most of your time was spent reading any books you could find in the tiny bookcase that every commodity provided. All were boring and generic.

   Then the Reverie began. Each head-of-state attending has to make a pledge before the Empty Throne to prove their allegiance to the World Government, usually alone, one by one; since you were next to rule, your father was granted the permission to bring you along.

   “King Cobra! How long has it been?” Your father grinned upon seeing the man. Nefertari Cobra, king of Alabasta, and your father have been good friends for a long time, helping each other in any and every dispute, including the latest issue with Crocodile, one of the Warlords. “Old friend, I have been great. And your daughter,” he said your name. “how have you grown. Is your family doing all right?”

   As the line to the Throne Room decreased, your father and Cobra appeared to have a great time discussing fairly random topics you were not interested in. You had your own thing to worry about.

   “I shall meet thou before the Empty Throne.” His words repeated in your head like a broken record. You cannot tell your father about becoming a Knight of God. About him. But you want to become one, though. Do you not?

   It was now King Cobra’s turn, leaving you alone with your father. “You seem awfully tense, dear. Relax. That throne will not bite you.” He laughed and you joined in with an awkward chuckle. “Yeah…”

   Chills ran down your spine as you stepped inside. In front of you stood Warrior God of Justice, Saint Topman Warcury, one of the Five Elders. Behind him were rows of swords leading to the Empty Throne.

   He said your father’s name. “Please proceed.” Then he motioned for you to stand and watch in silence. The voice of your father faded as your eyes stuck to the throne. Something felt wrong. You did not know what exactly, but you could not shake off the feeling, and before you knew it, your name was heard.

   “Since you are the future Queen, there is policy to inform every new head of a kingdom about certain procedures one must follow during the Reveries.” Warcury looked to your father. “You may step outside.” You gulped once the huge doors closed shut upon your father’s exit. “Forgive my rudeness, but you must be aware of why I deceived him, yes?” You nodded. “Please step towards the throne. The Great One will be here shortly.”

   Careful to not accidentally touch the blades, you made your way up the stairs and stopped in front of the tall throne. A minute went by until you heard footsteps coming from behind, then the feel of Imu’s hand glide down your back as he passed you. Choosing to stand face-to-face instead of sitting.

   “Knights of Mu’s do not get chosen as thou hast. I believe thou art worthy of the exception.” He spoke, taking your left hand in his. “What specific part of thy body dost thou wish for Mu’s marking to be?” A step back. “Marking?” You asked. “The Depths Covenant. All of Mu’s knights must partake in this process. Alas, it will inflict some pain.” He pulled you back closer. “Or hast thou changed thy mind?” You shook your head. “I haven’t. My left arm will do.” You nervously raised your arm for him to begin the ritual.

   He was right. You cursed under your breath, observing the black symbol below your shoulder. It hurt like hell. “I shall summon thee after the Reverie to assign a knight for thy training. Thou art free to go now.” You gave a nod and left.

   “Quack!” “Oh my God!!”

   A shriek followed by your name made you turn, but before you could see the culprit, your head had met with the floor. “I missed you!” Once your eyes opened, you could see Princess Vivi and Karoo stare at you wearing a bright smile. “Vivi, I missed you too. You as well, Karoo.” “Quack!” She wrapped her arms around you, both of you giggling uncontrollably. “I want to introduce you to some people. They’re all friends of the Straw-hat Luffy I’ve written to you about!” She beamed, tugging on your left arm which made you swallow a pained gasp.

   Outside, Vivi introduced you to Princess Shirahoshi of the Ryugu Kingdom and her family, along with Lady Rebecca of Dressrosa and the Tontatta tribe. Time flew by, and the group increased in size as other acquaintances of Vivi’s and Luffy’s joined. Everything went great. Up until a celestial dragon by the name of Saint Charlos decided to try and abduct Shirahoshi.

   It caused an uproar. Everyone was against it, yet no one dared defy the words of a noble. “This is insane! No way no one’s doing anything about it!” Both you and Vivi tried to step in. “Hands off, will you!?” You broke free from the hands of whoever was holding you with newfound strength. Must be the Covenant. You remember Imu telling you about the abilities you gain by giving your loyalty to him, but also about what you have to give up for it.

   You marched up to Charlos, utterly pissed off by the man’s behaviour; however you were stopped by a woman wearing all white. “You shouldn’t go against the orders of celestial dragons.” She was not aggressive, at least. “You are okay with this!?” You found yourself bewildered. How can someone stand for such cruelty? “What I think of it cannot change the outcome. They rule this world.” You scoffed at her words and decided you had heard more than enough.

   Pushing past her was nearly useless as she launched to kick you, still she was taken aback. You saw the attack coming and dodged. This was new. Even though unaware of what this power might be, you welcomed it with no complaints. You turned to move on, except a punch to the face, which you had failed to see, launched you into the nearest wall. What a reliable power… A man with with a pigeon on his shoulder was approaching you.

   “You know this isn’t right! Do something about it!” Vivi stepped between you and the man. “They are descendants of Gods. No one is worthy to defy them.”

   “This is enough!” The deep voice of King Neptune, father of Shirahoshi, erupted. His fist was ready to give Saint Charlos’ a hole in his head. “Thank you to all who tried to help, but it was foolish of me to believe fishmen and humans could coexist on the surface!” Yet before he could do anything, another noble had hit Charlos across the yard with a spiked metal bat and went on to calm down everyone. Donquixote Mjosgard happened to feel indebted to Neptune and the fishmen due to an incident regarding their Queen, Otohime, a few years ago.

   As the tension between everyone relaxed, you and Vivi went to check on Shirahoshi. “You were so careless!” Vivi whisper-yelled to you. “I’m okay, though.” You said, to which she squinted her eyes. “Somehow! It’s a miracle your face is still in one piece after that.” She crossed her arms, eliciting a huff from you. “You would’ve done the same thing!”

   Seeing Shirahoshi, you noticed that Princess Mansherry of the Tontatta tribe had helped her heal. “Thank you so much!” the mermaid smiled, holding up the tiny princess. “I’m glad you are A-okay!” Mansherry beamed.

   Meanwhile, the Reverie had begun and King Cobra’s absence from the commodity given to the Nefertari family gave Vivi an idea. “Hey, dad brought along so many old things from home.” Vivi’s words made you look at her. “Do you want to look through them?” She had a mischievous smile on her face. “You bet I do!” And with that you and Vivi (and Karoo) excused yourselves and made a run to her place.

   Sly giggles filled the house as the princess dropped a heavy box on the floor, causing multitude of papers to fly out of it.

   The three of you laid there for hours, finding mostly boring history facts you already were aware of. “I thought this would’ve been more interesting.” Vivi sighed and Karoo gave an agreeing quack. “We still haven’t looked through everything. There has to be something.” You emphasized the last word. “Aha!” You yelled. “What?” “Quack?” Both her and and the duck said in union. “A letter!”

   …

   “That’s not that exciting…” Vivi grumbled, but she still moved closer to you.

   You moved away.

   “Huh? What’s wrong?” She asked. You have only looked at the back of the paper, where a date and a name were written. “Vivi, this letter is tracking back to the void century.” Your words stunned the girl. “What?” You nodded. “It’s written by Nefertari…oh…” Your words died in the back of your throat. “You’re worrying me here…” Vivi murmured. “Nefertari D. Lili.”

   “Nefertari D. Lili…” You dropped the letter. “Imu?”

   “Hah?” Vivi looked at you confused. “Did you say anything?” You shook your head. “No, no. Nothing.” You picked up the letter and gave it to her. “Here, you should be the one to read it.” She gave you an uncertain look and took the paper from your hand.

   “The poneglyphs must be protected. Bear the flag of dawn against-” A roar inside of your head made you groan and cover your ears trying to drown it out. “Thou shalt not listen to her!”

“Knights of God”…A title one would commit the most heinous of crimes to claim as their own. To have such position within the World Government, such power— would it be worth your individuality?

   “Thou art dismissed, Shamrock.” In not even a snap of fingers, the man left, knowing better than to displease the Great One.

   “Shit ton of orders again?” Gunko snickered as she passed by her colleague. “You look like you've seen better days yourself, Gunko. Go bother that new twig we’re stuck training.” Shamrock sneered, wanting nothing more than to catch a few moments of peace and quiet until he is, inevitably, summoned again. “What a crude company you are. Be grateful you're not the one getting possessed ever so often because someone's such a stuck up son of a—” “Gunko.” “Yeah, yeah, never talk down the Great One. Page 1, article 3. At the end of the day, you know I'm right.” Shamrock could only sigh at her words, retreating to his chambers without further entertaining the conversation.

   The heavy footsteps that echoed throughout the halls of the Pangaea Castle took you out of your thoughts. You've been lost in this damned place for ages, trying to find at least a guard willing of helping. As you hurriedly made your way towards the mystery person, the Gods— maybe Devils— made it their mission to inconvenience you. “Where the hell is that thing!?” you murmured, frantically searching in your bag whilst moving, for an, self-proclaimed, important tiny piece of paper you've came across in your time lost within these walls, with a name written on it.

   You've found the little runaway mysterious paper, which is perfect… but you've also not paid attention to the direction you were walking, and now, the only hope of escape vanished. “Amazing.” you groaned, having nothing else to do but examine once more the thin object in your hand.

   Nerona Imu was written boldly, and also slightly messily, right the middle with what you've concluded to be some unfortunate soul's blood.

   Just as you were about to shove it back in your bag, something caught your attention. The little piece of paper moved forward. You blinked once, then twice, then it moved again. Were you seeing things? You shook your head. Right when the, now somewhat and somehow sentient paper, moved again, you decided to follow its path.

   Knock, knock. You knocked on some massive doors the paper brought you to, in hope of some saviour to show up and guide you out of this prison. A minute passed, and you knocked again, then the doors flung open so fast you had to quickly close your fist to save the frail paper from flying away.

   “Whom are thee?” a man, fully covered in black with only his red eyes visible, spoke slightly irritated. You answered him, saying how you've been lost for a while and hope to find a way back outside. “Hast thou not seen guards patrolling the area? Thy presence is prohibited and highly undesired here.” his voice was stern, intimidating. “I do apologize, but there are no guards around…none that I have seen, at least.” You paused for a second, unravelling the magic paper from your fist. “As for the sign, I did see it, but this little piece of paper was moving towards your doors, so I assumed it might belong to whoever resided here.” You moved your arm out towards the man as he was looking down at the paper then taking it from you. “This belongs to Mu, yes.” he murmured looking down at the object, clearly annoyed at whoever lost it. “Could you, please, help me find my way out of here?” you asked quietly. “Follow Mu.” the man walked out, doors closing with a loud thump behind him.

   Walking with this man made you feel nervous, his presence alone felt as it could make most tremble, but you still dared attempt to satisfy a curious thought. “Can I… ask you a question?” your voice came out quieter than intended. “I shall indulge, speak.” he looked behind at you. “How does this thing work? It's like paper, but it moves.” you held out the paper which he let you keep. “It is paper made of ones fingernail clippings, resistant to elements such as fire and water, but it can be torn if one so wishes. If the owner’s body suffers, it will burn slightly…alas, if its owner dies, it will decay as well. Is thine intrigue cured?” he spoke with a softness that made your body relax a little. “Yes, thank you, uh, is your name the one written here?” you asked. “Yes, it is.” “With blood…?” “Thou shalt not worry, as it is not Mu’s blood.” you don't exactly find that reassuring, but you believe not voicing this concern is for the best. “Thank you for helping me out, Imu.” a slight smile accompanied your words and the man only gave you a hum in response.

   After a bit more walking, Imu has stopped at the end of a hallway. “I shall not go further. The exit is on the right.” he informed, fully turning to face you. “Ah, thanks a lot!” A sigh of relief escaped your lips. “I'll get going, then. Sorry for the inconvenience.” and just as you took the corner, a voice was heard from behind. Curiosity took its chance, ceasing your movements. “Great One!? What in the world are yo—” “Halt thy bickering, Killingham.” Imu hissed. “Thou art residing inside of Mu’s castle. If I so much desire to take a stroll, I will take one.” his word was final, forcing the knight to nervously gulp and retreat.

   Leaving the castle, thoughts about what you just heard were racing inside of your head. Great One? Your brows furrowed. You know of the Five Elders as the highest authority there is, and Imu does not look like any of them…Well, none of them have piercing red eyes…and neither are named Imu. With such a title, he must be someone close to the authority of the elders, no? He couldn’t possibly be higher than them, that wouldn’t make any sense… Unless the government is protecting his identity from the public? You shook your head. There’s no way. Thinking about this whole situation was only tiring you, so with a last look at the castle from the outside, you left to the room assigned for your parents. They brought you along for this year’s reverie as a lesson for the future ruler of their land, you. My mother is probably worried about me. You thought, deciding to walk with a little more urgency.

Gojo Satoru

• he's pretty confident in himself and his relationship with you

• but, just like everyone else, he does have his moments where jealousy is present

• he would try to keep your attention on him

• whoever tried to talk to you and managed to make gojo jealous won't be talking to you much longer

• they quite literally couldn't even if they wanted to due to gojo interrupting with extremely random facts that came to his mind

• such as: "Did you know? Dogs are one of the three deadliest animals in the UK. The other two are bees and cows" or something equally as stupid

• he does that every time the person tries to speak until they leave, annoyed

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Ryomen Sukuna

• he doesn't get jealous, at all

• if you do try to make him jealous he will play along (rarely)

• that meaning, whoever you tried to ignite a reaction out of sukuna with, will most likely become his dinner

• if he's not feeling like murdering someone, he just drags you away with a scoff

• it's a gamble most wouldn't take...

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Kashimo Hajime

• kashimo gets jealous, not often, but it does happen

• probably tries to fight whoever you're talking to or he'd make some very backhanded comments regarding the person (or both)

• he thinks they're not worthy enough to even breathe in your presence

• you'll have to drag him away before he actually starts throwing hands as he's very... passionate... about fighting, and wouldn't hold back

• complains a little about you not letting him "assess their value" but quits after you intertwine your fingers with his and/or give him a kiss

• part of him loves the competition though

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Ieiri Shoko

• she can't bother with that since she knows you wouldn't stoop as low as to cheat or indulge the ones who flirt with you

• if shoko, by some miracle, gets jealous, she wouldn't make it apparent

• you'd have no clue

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Geto Suguru

• much like gojo, he knows he's a catch he's confident in your relationship

• but he can and will get jealous at times

• at first he tries to keep his cool, not doing anything

• it doesn't really work

• geto doesn't talk to whoever that person is, his presence alone lets them know you're off limits

• definitely wraps an arm around you, intimidating the other person into leaving

Gojo Satoru

• you will have no clue gojo likes you until he confesses

• mf knows how to mask his feelings

• i also feel like he wouldn't act on a crush if you're not a (strong) sorcerer since he wants his partner to be able to handle themselves against potential threats

• he's either a complete mess trying to come up with a plan to confess or so oblivious you'd have to take the first step lmao

• definitely practices in front of the mirror or annoys shoko to help until she agrees with a heavy sigh

• his mental state the day prior to him confessing is hell on earth

• a lot of self doubt, suddenly he remembers every insecurity he has, whether it be about his personality or looks (all of the "job-mandatory" scars he usually hides underneath clothing)

• but once he hears you reciprocating his feelings?

• hes in heaven

• happiest man alive

• his confession isn't something over the top (contrary to popular beliefs)

• he most likely takes you out to a place you both hold dear (only if its a secluded place, he doesnt want to let his feelings out for the whole world to see) and waits until the right time to tell you how much you mean to him

Ryomen Sukuna

• oh boy

• he's a tough one

• i can't see this man confessing in any kind of traditional way

• if he finds you interesting he genuinely just kidnaps you and if you fail to keep on impressing him for about a week he slices your head clean off

• if you do manage to live though, you're in for a rough time

• he's completely unreadable, no one can tell what he's thinking about

• acts towards you in a mean manner, critiquing everything— the way you walk, talk, eat, sleep, breathe— everything.

• but he doesn't kill you which just makes things even more confusing on your end

• he's really just waiting for you to snap back at him, to show him some attitude, insult him a little

• once you do, his face finally shows you how he feels, he lets you read him, even if its for a little while, telling you he wants you to be his

• sukuna allowing you to talk back to him is his way of letting you know he likes you

Kashimo Hajime

• this man seeks love

• i totally feel like he's quite the romantic at heart despite his cocky exterior

• if he likes you trust EVERYONE will know

• by that i mean he's extremely annoying about it (poor hakari, he hates to see you two coming)

• he's glued to you, if he could merge your souls he would

• when he confessed he either did it outside while the two of you were stargazing, or inside after he prepared a romantic dinner

• he only confesses when he's 100% sure you like him back

• definitely plays the long game, dropping hints here and there, until he knows how you feel about him

• he teases you a whole lot more than he does to others

• another possibility is you confessing first cs that man wont take any risks that could end up with him humiliating himself (getting his confession rejected)

• so either you wait for him to say something or you drag his feelings out yourself

Shoko Ieiri

• she's trying to drown her feelings in alcohol and cigarettes

• her work field is risky and will most likely not confess especially if you're a sorcerer (she cant handle knowing what outcome your next mission might have, and also hates seeing the ones she cares about getting hurt)

• and if you're just a civilian she still won't say anything since she doesn't want to bring you into this whole mess of a job

• until gojo clocks it and tells you about her feelings

• after that you'll have to go to her and have a talk, assuring her nothing is going to happen to you and her feelings are reciprocated

• she's still a bit skeptical about all of it but loosens up eventually

• she's the sweetest after, and actually tries to not smoke as much for your sake

Gojo Satoru

In the midst of the ruins of Shinjuku stood, bloodied, Gojo Satoru. He won the fight against Ryōmen Sukuna, but why does it seem so surreal?

Maybe it's the morbid scenery surrounding him. All of the damage he caused, wether it be material, physical, or mental. He can't think straight—no, he can't think at all. The only thing he sees is you, standing in front of him, wearing that heartwarming smile he fell in love with, but you're barely recognisable. Cuts, blood, dirt... everything that should've been on him is instead painting your body.

"I'll make sure you win."

You told him that before the fight, and he just laughed, playing it off as a personal offence to his whole existence.

"I'll win on my own, you don't have to worry your pretty head about a thing. I'm the strongest after all."

He said that knowing he will lose.

And somehow, you knew that, too.

Everyone was watching the fight from a safe place— everyone but you. Running all around Shinjuku, following his steps from a far enough distance to not get detected by either of them, but close enough to jump in if something were to happen. You were stronger than most special grades, strong enough to do something so reckless and supposedly strong enough for Sukuna to personally request a duel to death after he inevitably wins his fight with Gojo. That wasn't on your bucket list, though. You were there to make sure Satoru lives.

And you did just that.

That warm smile you flashed has long grown cold, your lifeless body hurriedly taken from Satorus grasp. "Is there any chance...?" were the only words he could muster up the strength to ask, his voice sounding uncharacteristically weak. "Only time can tell, Gojo." Shoko sighed "Go ahead and get patched up... It's been a rough day for you."

The 24th of December has now become a shared anniversary between the two people Gojo Satoru cared for the most.

Ryōmen Sukuna

Grueling hours of fighting passed, sorcerers upon sorcerers attempted to fend against Sukuna's relentless attacks, but to no avail— they lost. Yet, the monster does not feel complete. He doesn't know what is happening to him. Humane feelings have been a taboo subject regarding his person, truly believing he is unable of experiencing such things.

"Master Sukuna–" His servant Uraume began, but shut it down just as quickly as they followed Sukuna's eyes to the bloodied ground.

You were laying there, breathless, unmoving.

He tried to tend to your wounds, tried to somehow figure out how to use a reverse-cursed technique on someone other than himself, but it was all for naught— you never woke up. Yet he was not mad, no, he was distraught. Your power piqued his interest just enough for you to not only be considered by such monster as an equal, but even more, as his half.

Sukuna cursed the universe for playing this sick joke on him and for making him feel these weak emotions. Love, sadness, worry...you cursed him to care, so he'll curse you as well. And maybe he does so with a foolish hope that fate might just give him another chance at a life with you standing next to him.

Kashimo Hajime

Another day passed alongside tens of sorcerers who were naïve enough to consider this to be the day Kashimo fell to their attacks, but it was all a waste of time in both sides. As he walked back towards your shared house, something strange hung in the air, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"I'm back." Hajime announced, closing the traditional sliding door behind him, though no answer could be heard by the only other person living there, you. Such deafening silence was truly uncharacteristic, and so he bolted through every room in the house, frantically searching for you, until he barged into his bedroom, where your body laid underneath the sheets. "There you are..." He whispered to himself "You scared me." His body relaxed as he walked inside of the darkened room, not bothering to light up a candle.

Splat!

His movements faltered. 'What?' thought that led to him crouching, using his technique as a makeshift lantern to investigate whatever could've made that noise, and upon seeing the pool of blood at his feet, Kashimo stiffened. He was unable to do anything but stare for a few seconds, which afterwards brought a wave of panic over him. He ran to your side, shaking your body in dying hope, chanting your name over and over again as if it was a mantra— then he stopped, clutching so tightly at your sleeve it started ripping at the seams.