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𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕕 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝒮𝓊𝓀𝓊𝓃𝒶 𝓍 𝓃𝒷!𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳⁱᶜᵃˡ|ᶠᵃⁿᵗᵃˢʸ ᵃᵘ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 ⅠⅠ

𝐀/𝐍 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 · 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢|𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚛𝚊𝚗? · 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟻.𝟾𝚔 · 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜 (𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜), 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎/𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜/𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜) ·

𝔹𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖!- 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕡𝕪/𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 & 𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

· 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

ℙ𝕥 𝕀 | ℙ𝕥 𝕀𝕀

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

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Silence.. not even the sound of their own breath or their heart that was thudding against their ribcage was sensed.. The floating sensation felt so calming and yet so uncomfortable, their senses picked up.. nothing… Before their mind could settle on what was around a new sensation appeared, a metallic taste enveloped their taste buds, ghosting over their skin a breath of cold air caused the hairs on their arms to stand up, this time they heard the shuttering breath of theirs, just before it was knocked out of their chest, by a pair of blood crimson eyes staring at them, making their stomach turn and tighten as if they forgot how to breathe.

Clack.. clack.. clack… Distant yet resonating though a space that felt so vast and open, they felt so terrified in the empty space, unable to look anywhere else but that scornful gaze above them, accompanied by what felt like tens of remote deer scares thudding in unfeasible synchronization. These sounds weaved into some sick harmony of repeated clacks, they felt mesmerizing… Working in unthinkable ways, like a cuttlefish hypnotizing its pray, the pair of ruby eyes unblinking stared through their soul, condescending leering, studying…. Then joined another pair, of the same sickly red eyes, opening right below the first ones, these eyes.. of… Sukuna

“Prove which one is worthy!!” CRACK- Then a scream, a pitiful cry of pain came from bitten raw lips of Seto-kun, his calf unnaturally bent in half as the brown mess of hair covered in dirt and blood fell to the ground, just then could Y/n see clearly, they seemed to stand on water, not sensing the wetness of the liquid but seeing it either completely black or rather, transparent in a completely black space.. Seto-kun fell to his knees before Y/n, a few meters separating the two. Before L/n could step any closer, from behind the student crawled out a curse, the same horrible monster they thought they had defeated, it was a splattered mess-

Or was it? The four eyes gazed from above at the scene, the curse circling the injured classmate before charging full force and biting into the poor boys stomach, with yet another guttural cry, Y/n looked away unable to watch the sickening scene playing out before their face, but instead of disgusting squelching of guts being bitten on, they heard a threshing of countless small wings, when their e/c’s opened they saw a cloud of crimson and gold butterflies, same ones that appeared from their paper sigil. The foul smell of beastly goo like blood filled their nostrils once again, mixed in with the smell of ground and sweat, with a blink they looked around and they were again in the same old torn and trashed gown, their white from pressure hand shook as it held the golden oak staff…

Their breath wavered, feeling adrenaline buzz through their veins and their throat burn Stop! stop.! Stop..! “Just STOP ALREADY!!” Their voice boomed through the empty space, their gaze through tears and what felt like sand under their eyelids caught the flare of dense cursed energy. Y/n’s head looked up, their body felt as if it was moving on its own, the staff was twirled behind their arm as they looked up and ahead right into the suffocating gaze of the Tyrant with pink hair. “Since most of the contestants have been.. disposed of..” L/n followed his gaze seeing Seto-kun laying on the ground, a curtain of black silk slid over his figure and y/n felt their head spin and tears sting the corners of their eyes…

When they moved their left hand to rub the uncomfortable feeling from their eyes, a black snake wrapped itself in two bands around y/n’s wrist before baring countless golden needle teeth and biting into the soft skin, the burning sensation like uncountable wasp stings spread to the area the snakes body wrapped around, when they looked at their hand again they saw the creature melting into two bands embedded in their skin.. The two- no, four ruby eyes of the snake disappearing in the blackness of the ink.. Y/n felt the burning of thousands red ants on their hand biting away at their flesh, but they weren’t really there, only y/n gritting their teeth and groaning softly at the pain.

The roar, the roar of live flame deafened the h/c haired apprentice, the sudden heat from behind of them made their body whip around with the golden oak staff gripped in defense position, there they saw the giant ball of flames around the warrior, on his back, from his right shoulder blade stretching down his side to the left of his back glistened the steel dragon surrounded in flames that danced over the skin, but the man didn’t transform, he didn’t collapse into flames just to slither out as the dragon pierced into his flesh, rather, the flames that twirled in ink of the warriors skin, bursted live, the skin bled but the blood bubbled out boiling the man from inside out..

Y/n was about to look away, their staff dropping to the ground with a splash.. The shock, the terrific sight, the sounds between the roars, the sickening bubbling of blood and the scream, oh that cry for mercy as the warrior clawed at his arms and back trying to get the tattoo out of his flesh as the fire consumed greedily from hair to the fat, boiling the sweat and blood into steam, the burning smell filling their lungs making them gag.. But something or rather.. someone stopped them, two hands with black claws held at their wrists stopping the oracle from looking away, they would try again, to turn their head but a third hand came around their jaw in painful grip holding it turned to the flame.. Then fourth hand reached to their side the black talon like nails gripping on a scar which felt reopened again, the hot blood spilling from their side and dripping, mixing with the liquid below their feet.

The warrior or rather somehow alive charred half turned monstrosity, with an arm of a dragon, deformed face and skin flaking off revealing the bubbling blood and boiled flesh, fell right at y/n’s feet. Their e/c eyes stung with tears before their cry was squeezed tight in their throat, as the charred creature turned its head, a face of Seto-kun replaced the one of the warrior, still deformed and barely recognizable, burned to crisp with bones white sticking through the disgusting flesh “Worthless scum.. should be disposed of..” The sickening rumble came from behind the h/c haired apprentice, their stomach tightened feeling the nails dig deeper into the reopened wound, their blood crimson as the two pairs of scornful eyes, that were laughing at the weakling, which fell to the ground… · · · ·

With a gasp that banged against their throat y/n shot up, the sudden motion agitating their throat resulting in a coughing fit that forced tears to the corners of their eyes, their hand clutched onto their nightgown, the two black bands around their left wrist healed, as if the tattoo was done decades ago. A soft creak of the wooden floors came from behind paper sliding doors, the room was dark, dim but warm candlelight illuminated a silhouette from behind the thin fabric “Y/n? Can I come in? Is everything okay?” The familiar figure of short hair and broad shoulders waited for a reply.

Y/n cleared their throat with a small groan and sighed wiping the small tears from the corners of their eyes “Come in, Nanami..” Their voice was roughed up, whether it be from the coughing fit or the possible screams through their sleep, it didn’t matter as the thin door rattled open, a blond haired male with thin eyes but sharp gaze stepped in, holding a bronze candleholder with a honeycomb candle burning atop. The man slid the door closed behind himself and walked up to the smaller figure sitting up in the soft sheets of their f/c futon. “I’ve heard a lot of commotion, what happened?” Nanami asked, his gaze seemed just the tiniest bit softer than usual as he sat down on the straw floor with a creak, he set down the beeswax candle as the tall, calm flame illuminated the area softly, his features were sharp and his hair in complete mess, that only the closest of Kento could see.

Y/n felt the shiver of air around, that felt ice cold compared to the warmth underneath their sheets, they pulled up their gown that had slipped off of their shoulder exposing the warm skin to the nights breeze “Just.. a nightmare.. I’m sorry if it woke you up, it’s the middle of the night-“ Nanami’s head tilted a little, in some kind of gentle gesture, before he offered his hand to the h/c, who took it and pulled themselves into Nanami’s chest, the embrace felt safe, his soft blue nightgown shuffling as the male wrapped his arms around the distressed figure, his right hand even though calloused from years of hard work, gently brushed through the deranged mess of h/c strands “You can talk to me about it..” His voice was quiet, like the softest of purrs from a gentle cat.

Y/n inhaled, their breath shaky as they nuzzled just a bit closer into the safety of their fathers embrace.. Nanami was an adoptive but a parent nonetheless and he cared for the ones closest to himself, even if they were found barley born into this world, crying and left on the doorstep of his workshop in the dead of night… “Was it the test?” His voice like a calming melody brushed through the messy hairs of y/n, as his chin gently rested atop of their head, which after a moment gently moved in a nodding motion “It.. Seto was there..” Y/n’s breath wavered as their throat tightened with grief, this classmate wasn’t very known by them, but the fact they had somehow bonded over the sparring just before the exam, the fact that they had this contact before the boy was killed..

“The curse too.. It, killed him again.. and there was.. Sukuna” When this name fell from y/n’s lips Nanami shifted “Sukuna? Why?” He asked gently nudging his child into telling him more, these late talks did feel therapeutic, with the tiredness pulling their voice cords, at this hours no one lied, not like the two had any big secrets.. well maybe besides a few, to keep from each other. Y/n inhaled to speak again, their lips dry were dampened by a small lick before they spoke. “His words.. He called Seto worthless scum-“ They spoke with throat tight which affected their tone considerably, the blonde gently moved one of his hands stroking their back in a soothing motion, trying to relax the tension that stiffened Y/n’s body uncomfortably, but the words began to spill, telling the sad and scary tale of their minds creation, hoping that this one won’t turn to reality... · · · ·

As the golden sun rose to the sapphire skies, the clouds fluffy and white scattered around the horizon, as the morning bird song mused through the crisp morning air, as the soft breaths and shuffles slowly arose in a small room on a f/c futon, where two figures laid close.. Calm gaze fell from one of the countless papers hung on the thin walls, a familiar pattern, a prototype of the beautiful butterfly sigil, that came from y/n’s careful, skilled hands, to the sleeping figure cuddled to his side. Y/n was truly something else, their path, or rather, their fate seemed so clear Nanami was told that from the day they found them, that they were special, that little h/c bean he held bundled up in his arms, fated to be taken care of by him, to be taught and lead into the arms of success..

Who would’ve thought that this day, the day his sweet little bird would take flight and leave the home nest, would come so soon? Nanami could only watch, help and support as his dear little y/n grew stronger and stronger, their power growing tenfold, their creativity so strong one could swear they saw flowers bloom down the path that y/n had walked down of. The blonde haired man sighed softly feeling the h/c haired chil- young adult, apprentice of the oracle master, shift.. They no longer were the small child, the sweet little hatchling with potential of a dragon king, no.. This was Y/n L/n, the oracle, Nanami was sure would become something special, the stuff of legends to come..

“Y/n..” His voice brushed above their head “Y/n, you have to get up, we have to eat and pack your things..” There was a hint of sadness, bitterness even, he didn’t want to let his little bird go out into the world, having build such a bond with them, having raised them as his own, having them close and caring for them through their failures and successes. Nanami gently pulled away and got up from the futon, making Y/n groan at the loss of warmth and the safe embrace that kept them calm through the night. Their h/c locks messy fell onto their face as they turned and groaned, slowly lifting their torso up, turned away from the morning rays of sun, which burned their half asleep eyes.

“Dress up and come to the kitchen, when you’re ready.” Nanami spoke, his voice tired and gentle, just like the tiniest of smiles that slipped through his façade, he leaned down and placed a single, small kiss on the top of the barely awake figures head, their shoulders slumped for that small moment. When the blonde moved away and left the childhood bedroom, that belonged to Y/n, they moved their arms above their head and stretched, leaning back till their wrists touched the futon behind them, their bones and joints popping with a satisfying sensation. Y/n groaned softly after ‘rearranging’ their joints they slowly got up and changed into their casual gown, after wrapping their chest with two big rolls of bandages, they pulled on tobi styled pants alongside a wrap around kimono styled shirt and a haori to tie it all together, simple and comfortable choice for y/n to wear on their moving day.

The sweet smell of breakfast lead the h/c figure into the kitchen, a room with a few pillow seats, a fireplace with a chain hanging from the ceiling and a pot hung from the end of it boiling miso soup most probably. Y/n smiled softly though still feeling tired, there was this anxious adrenaline infused buzz, the influence of excitement seeping in their veins, for a moment they forgot about the final exam, for a moment they could feel at peace, sitting on the porch with their father, with Nanami and a tray of delicious breakfast, listening to the early birdsong and watching the late sunrise as Tokyo slowly like a mill stone rolled its way into work. Y/n looked at the backyard, the green grass, the sand patch with beautifully raked in swirls, the stoned off patches of decorative flowers, bushes and the big crooked cherry tree, that had an old swing still tied to its thickest branch… · · · ·

The birdsong was everywhere, the soft, warm wind twirled pink cherry blossom pedals as they fell, like a fairyland rain, down to the flower littered grass. With a creak of an old rope, yet another sweet giggle erupted from a h/c haired child, holding onto the swing with the widest and most angelic smile. A blond haired man, in a blue and yellow kimono gently pushed the swing, his eyes showed a glint of exhaustion, but what overcame his features was a loving smile towards the child dressed in f/c kimono their size. The child suddenly jumped from the swing making their guardian gasp “Oi, y/n be careful!” His voice seemed gentle in its warning, as the child rushed to one of the bushes, which bloomed from top to bottom in beautiful white flowers, and on one of them sat a breathtaking butterfly.

Its wings a beautiful crimson interlaced with black lines.. The little creature sipped on the sweet nectar of the flower, its wings slowly moving up and down as two, big, e/c orbs stared in awe. Nanami huffed softly, he made his way over to his little bird and gently brushed his big hand over their hair as not to startle either, the butterfly nor y/n. “This is an Asian red lacewing, y/n. I can teach you more about them before dinner, would you like to?” He asked glancing to the pretty creature as its wings fluttered and it flew to another flower for its sweet nectar. The h/c locks, messy, twirled with excitement as y/n turned their head to their guardian “Teach me! Teach! Please dad!” The child exclaimed causing a cloud of countless, different butterflies, bees and other pretty insects to fly off of the bush and scatter between the pink cherry blossoms that enriched the air.

Y/n jumped at the blonde haired male which caught the little rascal and hugged them to his chest “Careful, what if I feel and got hurt? I wouldn’t be able to teach you” Nanami spoke with a small grunt, having almost fell back from the sudden jump at him. The apology and a worried pout from the child in his embrace was enough to make Nanami’s heart swell with joy and teach y/n about all the butterflies they found interesting. After dinner too, the two spend all afternoon looking for and identifying different pretty butterflies, a monarch sitting on y/n’s face almost scaring them, almost, as the swirling colors seemed to calm the small rascal and stand with lips parted, gazing at the pretty wings.. · · · ·

“Y/n, the carriage came, can you pack what you need?” Nanami asked, his hand placed on y/n’s shoulder pulling them out of their daydream, they already ate, the tray was already taken and everything woke up, it was time for them to get up and pack, leave their home.. Y/n looked up to their father who gazed to the same swing they did just a moment ago, their hand went up to the much bigger calloused one on their shoulder and gave it a small grip “I’m not moving to another prefecture dad, I’ll be just a walk away..” A sweet smile, just as angelic as when y/n was a small, little bird in his arms, tugged on their lips. Kento sighed softly his eyes going back to the h/c figure, which now moved to get up. “I know songbird, I wouldn’t let anyone take you away” He spoke, this little nickname was usually intertwined with y/n’s name by the blond.

Y/n smiled gently dusting off their legs from any possible dirt on the porch and then looked to the door, they were cracked open and there waited a carriage with a few familiar faces, Nanami’s coworkers, horse owner which sat on the carriage holding reins of a pretty brown horse. They turned to their father once more “Can you help me carry down the bags?” They asked with a gentle tone, they knew Kento wasn’t too keen on letting them live somewhere else, even the last few years in school dorms were such a pain for Nanami, he visited y/n every weekend or asked them to come down from the mountain school just so they could go somewhere.

Y/n had a special bond with Kento, one that could only be formed by family, and the hangouts, they were never forced, the visits, never too much. Y/n loved spending time with their father, he was the smartest they knew, one that taught them everything before they were handed under the caring wings of the oracle school. Nanami was always there for them, always helped and taught, even through differences, arguments that did happen as they would, it always was resolved. Y/n’s morale, their loyalty to duty, their boundaries when it came to work and private life, it was all taught by Kento, who learned these things the hard way.. · · · ·

Thud- The last crate hit the wooden floor of a horse strung carriage, there was around 5 big crates, 2 smaller boxes and a lot of bags, most of which contained necessities and small trinkets Y/n wanted to have under hand, one of the bags was as long as y/n was tall, this was their staff, a precious golden oak staff gifted to y/n on their 18th birthday by Nanami, they had a few smaller staffs that were too short or broken already, but this one was special, engraved by the best craftsmen to withstand the force of normal fighting and the constant flow of cursed energy from y/n’s hands when wielded.

Y/n sighed wiping their forehead as they rid the skin of the last droplet of sweat “Is that everything?” One of Nanami’s coworkers asked, to which Y/n nodded and smiled “Yeah that should be all!” They announced as the group gathered themselves onto the carriage, to be carried across Tokyo and just a bit outside of the city, to the Ryomen Temple, where Y/n would be living from now on, well not forever, until they finish their learning that is, at least that’s how Nanami explained it to himself to keep his nerves at bay.

Before they left Y/n looked over the familiar street, giving it almost a forever goodbye glance, but they caught something, or rather, someone, or group of someone’s. Y/n saw a family grieving, all dressed in their simple grief gowns, walking down the road, probably to spill the ashes, down one of the cliffs the village was familiar with. Y/n saw the sketch, that one woman looked at, before she rolled it up and wiped away a few tears, their throat went tight again, the sweet morning bliss was swept away in a blink as they saw the family of Seto-kun.

Y/n looked around and rushed into the garden of their childhood home just for a moment, before rushing out with a small bouquet of white chrysanthemums, they tied it with red twine before rushing over to the family, their breath was quickened as they stood in front of the surprised group. “I- I apologize, I’m y/n l/n, I was Seto’s classmate.. I’m sorry for your loss.” They bowed to Seto’s parents and handed over the flowers, the older woman gave Y/n a small, sad smile before they thanked them and went onto their way, promising to mention them in the last goodbye to Seto.. · · · ·

The sound of birds, the dull thuds and creaks of the carriage accompanied the group as they went up one of the smaller mountains, halfway up was build The Ryomen Temple which was their destination. Y/n inhaled the late spring air with a smile pulling on the corners of their lips as a blow of warm wind ruffled through their h/c locks and the leaves of the abundant trees around them. “You excited?” asked the flyman as he held the long leather reins in his calloused dry hands. “Yeah-“ They spoke with a small gasp as they saw one of the first red gates above the road, while small pedestals with metal hearths, shaped like bowls atop, lined the road all the way here, these big arches with impossibly giant ropes, as thick as their torso, wrapped around on the top and papyrus charms hung from them, these gates appeared only close to the temple.

And they weren’t wrong, soon enough a clearing spread around a beautiful temple building, with four roofs arched, at each of their corners, upwards, four pillars on each side of the base floor, red, white and black accents played together in simple yet intricate design of the temple, which seemed to have three floors, two top ones smaller than the base and these had balconies with vibrant red railings. Around the temples base was a wide porch reaching the same width as the roof above to ensure the floor would be dry, a short but big staircase between two middle pillars lead to open wide sliding doors, inside wasn’t too clear from this far away. From this main building lead two roofed over paths and these, to two smaller buildings of the same style but these had only one base floors, one was over a pretty pond, y/n was sure it was filled with fish.

Y/n’s eyes went wide, the temple seemed much more beautiful, surrounded by red maples and cherry blossoms in their full bloom, from behind of the building peaked out a garden, they could see a few interestingly shaped rocks and a lot of greeneries, some of which even from here they could recognize as herbs used in their practices. As the carriage rode up the stone path all the way under the door a familiar, and somehow distressing figure emerged. Y/n clenched their jaw seeing the crimson eyes almost glowing as Sukuna stepped out from the inside of the temple.. “Welcome, Y/n, Nanami.” The pink haired tyrant bowed to the two before nodding to the other men in the group.

“Follow me, to what will be your chambers, I shall show you around once you’ve settled and unpacked” Sukuna spoke, his hands hidden in the wide sleeves of his favorite Kimono, soft white with purple alongside all rims and layered, surely must’ve been expensive with the quality seen by a bare eye. Y/n gripped the straps of two bags, one containing their staff and the other being one full of their necessities, their e/c eyes scanned the area curiously, the entrance lead to one big room which seemed to be the main chamber, with an altar set up in the middle and another sliding door in far right corner of it, these seemed to lead to the herb garden they saw before.

Sukuna lead the group past all the chambers, on the bottom floor was the big prayer room and 4 smaller rooms which probably were workspaces, there was one more door they didn’t get to pass but saw, most probably storage of some sort seeing how small the room was outside. Y/n followed the tall man up a flight of red stairs, these were just as vibrant as the beautiful accents outside. The silence that followed the group felt weird, tense and yet not as much, when the tall figure stopped y/n almost bumped into the male, they were on the first floor, there seemed to be three big chambers, all similar in size from outside, two were on the left while on the right was a single chamber to which the sliding door were rattled open by Sukuna’s hands, which now not hidden underneath the wide sleeves were clear to observe..

It was Y/n’s habit of looking to persons hands as if to get to know them a little, this small observation usually lead to very correct statements of a person, the more taken care of were persons nails the more they paid attention to details and took care of themselves, if one had bitten nails they were quite an anxious mess or had some nasty habits, hands smooth or calloused, hand scarred of clean of any injury, all of these small things told a story Y/n was eager to know. Their e/c orbs took that short moment to take a look at the oracles hands, they were big, rough but not calloused, fingers were long and ended with long black talon like nails, which only reminded y/n of their nightmare.

With small gulp they looked over the rest, the hands weren’t the softest but they weren’t scarred, the fingernails were clearly taken care of, and as the sleeve slid down just a little, two black bands peaked out from under the soft fabric. Sukuna was covered in tattoos and these double bands seemed to be some kind of mirrored, repeating pattern for all body parts of oracles. Y/n was pulled out of their thoughts as the crimson eyes pierced through them. “This will be your chamber. I hope the space provided will be enough to store your things, some furniture can be added if the storage isn’t enough.” He spoke stepping aside, letting y/n walk inside.

The room was surprisingly spacious, not for long though. There were two sliding doors leading outside, there was a big closet, a chest and some kind of dresser, all in the same style made by hands of fine craftsmen, these were the things build with no usage of nails nor glue, the artistry was amazing. Y/n looked to the last corner and saw a futon laid out, this one wasn’t their favorite f/c but it would do, a color can’t change the quality of sleep, right? Soon the shelves and drawers were filled with Y/n’s things, they got one more drawer and a table inside of their room by the end of the unpacking. Y/n hung up a few of their favorite sketches over their futon and placed their staff against a nearby wall. · · · ·

By the time the sky turned light oranges and pinks the moving was finished, Y/n stood on the porch with Nanami and Sukuna while the other men packed up a few empty crates and whatever they had left, the moving process was quite time consuming but in the end it was all worth it. Y/n hugged Nanami one last time and pulled back listening to his 5th ‘last words, before he has to go’ “Whenever I have time I’ll visit, probably weekends, remember you’re always welcome back home or to visit the store or my office, If you need anything just tell me and I’ll have it ready, food, equipment, whatever will be lacking- don’t let ‘anyone’-“ Nanami said obviously glancing towards Sukuna, who with his arms crossed and hands hidden in the kimono sleeves pretended like he didn’t hear anything. “- overuse that kindness right? If anything’s wrong or happens you know where to find me, right songbird?”

Y/n smiled with a small laugh, Nanami seemed to be going through it much worse than they did, Sukuna seemed slightly irritated already being way past dinner time and still having to show his apprentice around. “Sukuna.” This got the crimson eyed mans attention, who stopped picking on his sharp nails and looked up to the blond “If anything happens to her, I don’t care if you’re Tokyo’s takusen, I hope you know who you have on your hands right now, I expect no less from you than you did from the students last night.” Nanami’s tone was much colder and serious than when he spoke to his child. Sukuna rose his brows a little, almost finding it too amusing, but held back the cynical smile and nodded. “Don’t worry, they’re under my wings now, and we know, my title means a lot too.”

With this, Nanami bid his final farewell and got on the carriage, which soon enough left the temple grounds and the field of y/n’s view. They felt excited, this would give them so much knowledge, the practice, the things they were about to see, their eagerness must’ve been quite visible, as a certain hand found its place on y/n’s shoulder. “Calm down before you combust. I’ll show you around tomorrow, its already late, you can look around yourself though if you wish. I recommend staying in this building, the dinner will be served in a moment, I hope you’re hungry.” Sukuna’s voice rumbled from behind of the apprentice, who felt their stomach turn and a tingling sensation left on their shoulder.

Y/n was left alone for a moment, their mind buzzing between excitement and eagerness and the looming over them fear, their nightmare replaying the terrible scenes and feelings, the four arms, the four eyes, the snake on their wrist- E/c eyes flickered to their left hand looking at the two black bands and feeling a small breath of relief brush over their body. It was just a moving anxiety induced nightmare, nothing more- A sudden woodpecker noise startled the h/c haired figure into moving finally from the front porch. Their feet lead them through the inside of the temple. The prayer room, well every room, the outside too, were lit up with fires or candles in their lamps or hearths. Y/n took a deeper breath a soft smell of incense filled their lungs, relaxing their tightened throat, which they just realized how tensed up was from the reminiscing of the nightmare.

“Here you go..” The nearby voice of Sukuna caught y/n’s attention, they moved quietly towards the door at the other end of the big chamber, they were still open and a few outside lamps illuminated the area in warm flickering glow.. Y/n peaked outside, their eyes needing a moment to adjust to the slightly darker area where they saw the silhouette of the oracle move. Sukuna seemed to be crouching down by one of the herb bushes, their first thought was that maybe the oracle was watering the herb, but it was a little too late for that.. Their mind was brung back by a melodious purr like meow from.. a cat? Y/n frowned a little trying to focus their gaze into the darker spot just to see a tricolor cat nuzzling to the oracles legs meowing happily as the man brushed his hand carefully over the cats back, just as the cat turned did y/n notice the width of the fuzz balls stomach, was the cat.. a pregnant one?

Y/n smiled softly to themselves, for that small moment, seeing how gentle the pink haired male was with a cat, a pregnant one at that, feeding the animal and speaking to it with a surprisingly gentle tone, for that moment they thought that maybe that pink haired tyrant wasn’t that bad?-

“What are you doing here?” Sukuna’s cold voice startled the apprentice which by that time had turned away from the door “I- Uh.. Was looking for the bathroom?” Their weak excuse earned just a cold glance from the tall oracle, his arms once again folded as he walked towards the smallest chamber of the base floor “It’s right here, don’t take too long, the dinner will be ready in a moment.” With these words Sukuna disappeared behind one of the doors that turned out to be a kitchen. With the wonderful smell of food and the cold water that ran down y/n’s body as they cleaned their skin of the days dirt, y/n hoped that the scene they have seen was the true nature of Sukuna, that maybe one day, they would get to experience it themselves…

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