"What is in here?!", Hiromi huffs as he levies the large 4ft tall box labeled Mindray across the lab. He grunts when he works both sides to maneuver it into the corner backing it in one swiveled scoot at a time. Unbuttoning his blazer, he doffs it and sets it aside as managing the heat from his efforts have become the new task.
Shoko didn't even hear him and is instead dwelling on the new emptiness regarding her sacred space.
Yes, the lab is organized and ready for some samples and although this productive activity distracts, the fact remains now that she simply doesn't know enough to feel confident in anything. Her desperation to crack the secrets of the turned has become chaotically revised as the situation now clutches Nanami's fate as well; agony taking form of a silent tear as it rushes from her lashes down her cheek before its wiped from existence.
Hiromi collects a few smaller items that he was tasked with putting away so as they are cleaning up he sensibly gathered everything in one place prior to storing them in the closet. He's not sure how to address Shoko's mood switch he doesn't know where the line is drawn or exists. While contemplating on the best course of action he dutifully lugs a tall load of boxes over to the storage area and opens the closet door, releasing a sharp "AGH!" once discovering what it already contained.
Ieiri snaps out of her mind when Hiromi shouts and crashes to the floor, "What the hell got up your ass? A water bug?", she asks as she casually turns.
Hiromi hasn't any words immediately but his eyes are trained to the blood-spattered wing hauntingly occupying space that blocks the deep shelves behind it
"Oh, that?", Shoko nearly slurs, "Yeaaaaah, Getou tore that from Elska a long time ago…" Shoko's eyes instinctively train to the medical table as she remembers Gojo being strapped to it, emotionally broken.
Rising to a stand, Hiromi's gaze never leaves the gored metal feathers as he envisions the pain caused by the removal as it tells a horrific tale. Dried, shriveled flesh clings to the base appearing as if it would break away to dust if moved. Strands of black and brown hair weave without purpose, glued with coagulated blood with their ends yearning in the air for escape. For only a moment, his heart sympathizes for the blood shaman woman after imagining how horrible of an experience it must have been.
"Elska's composition has changed since this happened so this wing no longer vies as a suitable source of information.", Shoko helps brush off Hiromi's sweat dampened work shirt, "But it was once the key for creating the blood substitutions." She walks over to the nearly empty case of beer and cracks two open for them kindly handing one to Hiromi, "I can work magic as long as I have the ingredients and interest in me!"
Hiromi squints with mixed emotions, "You created that?!", yet his eyes widen with amazement.
When word traveled through the ranks that such a concoction was finalized every higher up felt various waves of unease. Elska, though originally thought as this world's saving grace against Gojo has been progressively dividing the elders through recent events. Even the dullest of high-ranking shaman fear that their entire plan to build her as the ultimate weapon against Satoru is more their delusion than dream. Some want to work with Elska choosing to have faith in their relationship and wanting to nurture and mold them into possibly fine allies. Others, on the more extreme opposing side find her and the other blood shamans' demise mandatory for mere survival.
'To think that Ieiri is the one that single-handedly destroyed the elder's security…', he tells himself while studying Shoko.
"Yep! The Blood Subs!", she retorts proudly, "One of my greatest discoveries…" Her cheerfulness fades though as she orients herself to the Mindray box containing the ultrasound machine.
Would she be able to bear Kento's children if they so please to go that route?
Is it possible now?
Does she stand a chance against whatever hold Elska now has on him?
Ieiri's presence drops as she considers all of the unknown factors but snaps out of it and shakes her head with, "There are more questions than answers which means there's nothing to celebrate." She listens to Hiromi's approaching footsteps and whispers herself a reminder, "And at least Kento didn't have to bond with her..." That indeed is a fact that keeps her going. There's still hope.
Hiromi feels like he just got sucker punched as her words saunter through the air, 'She doesn't know?!'
Suddenly, the room feels humid and his chest heavy as the duty to pull her out of the dark arises. He lays his broken eyes to Shoko and though he tries to hide his pity, it peers through.
Shoko says nothing but has to catch her breath; her worst fears coming to life in the wordless expression of his eyes, "Right?!"
Hiromi turns his head away but walks closer to her. She asks for clarification again but he simply cannot bring himself to speak and instead hugs her as her body begins to shake and lower to the ground. Alongside, he bends his knees offering to be a buoy as he silently consoles and provides the empathy she's in need of against the stark tile. He doesn't suggest one way or another and it seems like an effective method of delivery as Shoko trembles and cries to the distressing news.
"I'm sorry…", quietly trickles from of him.
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Suguru lays with his face tucked into the back of the couch while the splashing from Elska's shower tempos the room.
He's peeked over to see Choso a few times and is further unnerved with how the being stands watching over the turned in the bed like a psycho.
'What's his deal?', he wonders uncomfortably as he sighs and shudders to recent memories the question sent flashing through his mind, 'So…fucking…gross…', the grimace webs the Titer's face as he gags under his breath.
"You needn't be afraid of me.", is all Choso says in absence of turning around to address the elephant in the room, "I am on your side."
A sarcastic chuckle rumbles out of the Titer's throat but Choso was expecting Getou's disinclination and knows he'll come around. His current fascination is how incredibly malevolent the turned's energy is becoming. They all carry an air of darkness from simply undergoing the DNA synthesis already but this latest evolution will over shadow their previous submersion into wickedness for they will all harness much more of himself.
Choso's eyes widen and light up wonderfully when he notices Gojo's hair slowly losing all pigment to become more alabaster than silver and proudly muses, "The strongest indeed."
"What did you do with Choso?"
The being finally peels his eyes away from the turned to allow them to befall to Getou, to which they narrow.
Jumping on the defensive Suguru goes to sit up but is motioned to wait by the being.
"I am still me…", Choso lets out a small whine, "I remember everything that's happened between us. My brothers, me melting your brain…", he softens his eyes, "…The day I realized that you didn't slay my family in cold blood." He's glad to see that Suguru seems to believe him and he should because it's all true. He is still Choso.
Getou feels and hears the genuinely given statements and is struck with something so bizarre.
'Could it really be him?', he dares to ask himself as the being's presence is certainly mirroring the thing from the Final Stage. Somewhere deep down though even buried under the doubts Suguru feels a wave of relief.
He feels that regardless of whatever happened to Choso the powerful hybrid's loyalty to Elska remains unwavering, something that eases his worries over prospective outcomes. 'Still…' While in thought he witnesses the being spin around towards the west wall and eerily grin.
'Temujin Genghis…', Choso smirks to himself, 'Your plan has backfired, has it not? How entertaining.'
The God inside revels over how Amnessia is currently reeling from the previously overwritten memories of her on Gaia. Amnessia is special too in a vastly different way than the turned but even better, Genghis refusing to kill her as his master requested is an indication.
That decision alone seems evident that even though Gaia's turned were not bitten by Elska they will inherently hold a small definitive reluctance to obey their Masters if they oppose Mictlantecuhtli because every single one of them were ultimately born of his essence.
Mictlantecuhtli notes and appreciates the part of Genghis that rejects his Masters' wishes but it is funny because he's always marked the humans as being irrational with their wars and shortsighted shortcomings so for a turned such as Genghis to initiate the same illogical processing? Flaws. Mictlantecuhtli doesn't care as much for defective creations and this is why he considers those on Gaia to be far lesser than his perfect Elska.
He wonders how it'll feel for humans when they finally understand how close Getou once brought them to ruin with his threats. Amnessia's current predicament is unknowingly precisely why the Titers refrained from rewriting Elska's memories a second time and were right to be hesitant. They followed their instincts without full record of past examples and consequences and it saved them.
Titers saw through their water viewing technique that tampering a second time would lead Elska to a destructive path and this is completely accurate even if they didn't comprehend why. Had the Titers tried to manipulate her memories again, just like Amnessia, the previous rewrite would become null and void. This would have caused Elska to lash out violently due to her time spent under Gojo's torturous ways and the memories would return but currently growing affections towards those in her life at that time would be erased. She wouldn't have remembered those she came to care for but only the horrors endured on this strange planet and would have been driven to a justified, devastating madness. With her instinctive and fully unleashed fury through all of this she would have devastated everything.
'Imprudent humans.', the being notes as the Titers will not find out about the whole, one rewrite at a time rule until Amnessia brings it to light, which she will. Very entertaining.
'Amnessia…', Choso recites internally.
She is a rare case in regards to Mictlantecuhtli as she is a human but long ago, he volunteered his protection concerning her.
His smile fades as he briefly permits the burdens of her family's past to flood his mind. They were all humans, her people. Gaia has tribes that are similar to the status of clans on Earth and other than his own flesh such as the turned, animals and plants, there's no other aberration from the human form there.
Mictlantecuhtli always despised the idea of homo sapiens ever since their design became a proposition but unlike other ignorant, greed-filled humans who all eventually forgot about Mictlantecuhtli and other relics, Amnessia's tribe for generations has faithfully paid tribute to him. They were the least foul of the two-legged, spine derived creatures that infested that planet like roaches.
"Memoriam", he whispers her tribe's name as if to pay reverence to the people of her line that at least asked forgiveness for existing. Memoriam also bore the weight of repenting for all human sin without ever being assigned or asked.
Mictlantecuhtli found them respectable, worthy as their ritualistic practices were intended for the betterment of the future for all living creatures. They were selfless and they lived with familiars of the amphibian family and he's always felt appeasedbythe purity of animals.After the tragedies that befell her people because of his own plots, paths that were necessary to take, he vowed to watch over her and the other survivors and he still does. Amnessia is here on Earth for this very reason and is the offspring of those who governed Memoriam and one day, the young woman will discover her alleged paths.
Elska steps out of the shower blushing to the less neat black lingerie that adorns the bathroom floor with frazzled, fuzzy lace. Briefly reliving the recent sexual escapade, she sighs under her breath and runs her hands over the places Choso and Suguru once held. She's capsized by relief with having both of them back and releases all of the tolling fears that have been replaced by effulgence.
As she dries herself her gaze aimlessly travels as images of all her beloveds flash behind in her mind. She's eager to hear Toji's voice again, to feel the rumbling of Naoya's laughter and to console her sweet Satoru. Wrapping herself in the black silk robe she exits the steamy room and suffers chills as the temperature blends the cold air rushing past.
Suguru's head lifts when she enters and has to calm himself from the sight of her radiance. He watches Choso walk up to her and pouts his lips in distrust, 'This fucking guy…'
Choso merely stares at her with a smile, his arms automatically opening like there's a sensor where her feet have reached. She shivers against him so he assures, "Naoya will order for that wall to be put back up in the morning.", and closes his eyes as he holds her preciously. He knows there're other responsibilities before him but is gratefully enjoying a few moments of pure elation.
Elska hears Suguru shifting so she peers around her hybrid and asks, "There's plenty of room on the bed, why don't you come over here?" She knew the likelihood of his refusing but had to at least try the offer as his long legs fold in order to belong on the couch, "That can't be comfortable!"
Getou lies back down, rather exhausted, "I appreciate your gesture little one but I'm afraid I must decline. I prefer to have a little head start in case Zenin wakes up and is unenthusiastic to seeing my face." He chuckles through the statement for the sake of lightheartedness but in no way, shape or form is he joking. He settles back into the cushions and balls up in protest to the winter chill.
"I guess I understand…", Elska sighs defeatedly.
She longs for the day when her turned finally accept each other but figures that may not be so far away.
'They're back…that's what counts...', she reminds herself, smiling to how that's good enough for now. She looks from her curled up Titer back to Choso who she was about to speak to but before she can, the hybrid smiles and leaves the room. Her brow lifts but a smirk splits her lips as she comprehends that he's a few steps ahead of her. 'Thank you…', she thinks to the being as he crosses the hall back to the smaller room.
'He said I know who he is…', Getou surmises, '…but I really don't.'
The Titer is having a hard time connecting how that thing from the Final Stage has become one with the being.
'Is Choso in danger because of it?', Suguru's inherent response to that energy is adverse considering the torture he's survived in that stage.
First, there were the endless months he spent learning the time manipulation technique. No one other than himself and Genghis are aware of this though since it's truly hard to explain how he experienced that in a matter of hours through everyone's perception. He endured loops of the initial frenzy and suffered tremendously with being unable to bond with Elska right away. Suguru's entire demeanor depresses as his heart mimics the same despair that nearly consumed him while in the depths of that training. Then there's the most recent situation where he relived all of his worst life experiences repeatedly. It was maddening, cruel and unusual. His fists clench without his notice as the memory of crushing his parents plays ever so freshly in his mind as if it were once dulled. Nightmares made sure it never was.
'That thing…', Getou grinds his teeth as he correctly blames it for orchestrating this additional trauma, 'What do I do about it?'
He doesn't realize that Elska has since sat behind him on the edge of the couch; only after minutes of her caressing does he snap back to the present.
"Little one…", he asserts, reaching over his shoulder to hold her hand as he twists to his back.
Elska cups his face relieved that he doesn't seem angry like she assumed when he didn't respond. Her eyes cast over his features, moving from one eye to the other, then down to his nose, lips and back up to his hair. She says nothing as she runs her fingers over his scalp and simply cherishes his being alive and well, whispering, "I'm glad you're home.", and catches the way his brow twitches as if he never thought to have such a place with her.
"Elska…", he turns his head to kiss her hand, screwing his eyes shut as he does, "Home?"
Her soft giggles force him to smile as he ponders on this being some kind of hallucination. She leans down with glowing eyes and gently connects their mouths which causes him to feel the domestication in their dynamic blossom. He wants this to be their routine, the norm.
Choso comes back through the door with a blanket and pillow in hand where his own heart flutters to the scene before him as it marks the end of the Titer's isolation.
'I regret how much he's had to endure for the sake of my workings…', he speaks internally but at least finds resolution in the fact that Suguru Getou will finally experience the security he lost, 'I've taken everything from you.'
He quietly approaches them bearing the gifts of comfort to which Elska thanks him prior to tucking the large Titer under the blanket.
"Get some rest, okay?", she whispers before kissing Suguru on the cheek, "And if you need anything, just ask alright?"
Getou winks warmly in response wishing she'd cuddle up with him despite there not being much room but rolls back over and closes his eyes. He's apprehensive about Gojo waking up after hearing what Choso had to say so cold or not, he will remain no farther away and no closer for the sake of surprise.
Choso snickers to the attempt to fool them both but of course heknows Suguru will interfere with Satoru and that would only cause undesirable death. Elska stands and tells her Titer goodnight but immediately afterwards Choso speed walks over to the couch.
"Dude. Back the fuck up. DO NOT run up on m-"
But before Getou can sit himself up to investigate, Choso places out a palm to the Titers' head.
"Sleep."
Elska witnesses how Suguru instantly falls unconscious and this rubs her the wrong way so she turns to Choso, shouting,"Why did you do that?! He wasn't doing anything wrong! He's defenseless like this!", before snapping her view over to Naoya and Toji who her Titer can no longer run from in the worst case scenario.
Choso doesn't like the tone she's using as it sends agony through his chest so he narrows his eyes, grabs her wrists and forcibly leads her over to the bed. He hears his name in her troubled voice but says nothing until she's placed before Gojo.
"Suguru wasn't going to rest Elska, he was waiting to defend you against him.", he explains as he points to the not-so silver shaman. She relaxes a bit which tells him she understands but just to make sure he reiterates, "Satoru is going to need you…", and blasts Gojo with a flash of violet light.
"What did you do?!", she yelps as she bucks away to frantically check over her Sati, "You're freaking me out!"
Choso is starting to exact a menacing demeanor with everyone and finally, Elska's picking up on it. Luckily she finds nothing wrong with Gojo but notices the whitening of his hair and studies it with perplexity. Before she can even ask, Choso slumps up behind her and gradually, passionately bends her over the mattress.
As he grips her waist and deeply rubs himself into Elska, his eyes glow red with frustration as he wants to have her again. Her little whimpers of ambiguity as she sprawls out over Gojo tempts every indecent fiber of his existence. Mictlantecuhtli growls when her flesh dimples from his fingers until he senses Yuuji and Nobara returning to the campus prompting a calmed, "Brother."
Elska holds her breath while Choso dismounts her and tenderly helps her to a stand, his behavioral switch throwing her off, "My hybrid?"
"All I did was ensure that Satoru would wake up before the rest but do not worry yolotli", he tenderly kisses her lips and ignores her stunned expression, "...the others will all wake by the morning."
Choso's happy to see her eyes light up to the confirmation of his actions and that she believes him.
"I will return shortly but I wish to see my brother for a while."
Elska, far less defensive hugs the being and grants him leave with her blessing, "Tell them I said hey, will you?"
Choso innocently giggles, a sound that champions that this can only be her hybrid forming such a distinctive laugh. She gets that he's different now but whatever changed within him oddly leaves her with peace. Sure, he's doing a lot of strange things and is definitely acting inversely but there's something about his twisted presence that soothes her. It's familiar, nurturing even.
Gojo begins to stir which is Choso's cue to exit and he does so by retracting his fingers from her neck as he goes to turn. "Everything is going to be alright… but you need to be patient with him.", he confidently speaks while quickly leaving the room. He stops as he turns the knob to briskly add, "And don't take any shit from him either. Put him in his place, only you can do that."
As the door shuts behind him Choso picks up his pace walking faster and faster until he leaves through the foyer and heads towards the dorms across the way.
He's very eager to see Itadori but is caught between aggravation and excitement as he approaches the first building and quietly states, "You owe me an explanation, Sukuna…"
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Elska cautiously caresses Satoru as he twitches every so often and whimpers. She catches the first tear that falls from the corner of his now ashier looking lashes, missing the rest that pour out.
"Oh Sati…", she grimaces to the noises, him choking on his own breath as if he's having the worst of dreams, "Sweet Sati…"
She climbs over top of him but bends down to lay on his chest, inspiring for her presence to reach him.
"I'm right here…", she soothes, taking a deep breath once he settles into a calmer state, "Don't be afraid…"
Satoru's breaths settle and in turn relax her like she's napping on gently crashing waves. A long exhale exudes Elska, one that expresses tranquility as she dozes off with the corners of her mouth turned up until she feels his arms wrenching around her.
Before she understands what's going on, she's being slammed against a wall. The air completely expels from her lungs and now her throat feels like its being smashed as Gojo's frenzied two-toned expression locks in into face.
Gojo lifts her by the neck, pushing her up higher against the wall towards the ceiling until her stray kick contaminates him with her scent.
"Luuuv-….", Satoru's voice sounds tainted by something wicked as he's squeezing her throat progressively more and more. His other hand claws at her chest, tearing ribbons of skin away as he peels his love in a belligerent rage.
"Saa-t"
"Don't take any shit from him.", Choso's words play in her ears, "Put him in his place."
Upon hearing the advise in her head again something in Elska breaks, or rather, releases.
With a wild cry she swings up her right knee, cracking his elbow to which he doesn't release her but they both fall to the floor. Gojo viciously growls while gathering to all fours and flings his broken arm like a flimsy crane to drag her closer. Elska bears her fangs, not at all deterred.
He slugs her hard, forcing her to eat the hit before pushing her feet up from the ground to launch her lower half towards the sky to find footing once more. They grapple for a few seconds but she's ultimately determined enough and successfully wraps her thighs around his neck and under a shoulder; whispering an apology before snapping him into an arm bar. Elska sniffles grief into the air as she strains to pull his arm out of socket, needing to cripple his offense before this gets out of control and he becomes serious.
"SAAAATII!", she screams in her lowly voice as his shoulder finally gives and violently shifts, his own roars competing to be heard.
As he rages in confusion, she swiftly scurries back over top of him fighting horrendously to keep his long flailing body against the floor. He bucks up, she gains air. He tries to roll over, she's straddles for balance. He disappears.
"Shit…", Elska huffs, stilled in distress. It doesn't last long though because as she gulps and closes her eyes, his turned noises are located behind her; so she waits…patiently.
When Satoru lunges with his screams of dominance Elska rolls to her side, dodging him. There's no time to lose so she tears open her own wrist and fills her mouth with the blood. Gojo immediately retaliates and bounces from the floor over in her direction and when he does Elska connects a back fist across his beautiful face, heart compressing in response.
He disappears.
Feeling as though she may finally have gathered the nerve to corral Satoru, Elska actively swivels in every direction but over the next moments the air stills aside from her own respiration and the howling wind. Swallowing her own essence with a prepared wrist to refill, she now quietly tip toes towards the bathroom, "Sati? Sati...please! Come out!", a shaken trill in her tone, "Sati, plea-"
Gojo warps from above but instead of crushing her with his weight right there in the room, he teleports them outside so Elska ultimately tastes mud.
"A-ghhh...Sa-ti!", her voice hushed by freezing gusts as the Silverless Shaman pins her down from behind.
Satoru tears at the easily maneuvered robe, brutishly teasing himself with exposure of more than cold without notice of the elements.
Elska squirms to free her arms but as soon as she does, her hands are prying at his grip around her throat as she's bent back against his chest. Though the situation is devolving into something dire the Master within recognizes the needs he's unable to explain. His grip is fucking unbearable but she manages to grind against him to see if his focus is malleable and when she discovers that it is, she completely raises her robe to rest bare flesh against his clothes while reaching behind and getting a handful of her own.
Satoru's menacing behavior doesn't exactly alter but he at least releases her airways before rudely throwing her onto her back. Opening her body language she exposes her breasts as the frenzied man stalks from above and dangles her bleeding wrist over to decorate her skin.
Choso's advise echoes back as if to reiterate that this is not a typical awakening as she waits for Satoru to be drawn to her lure. When his cold multicolored glare finally shifts into action he leans down into the bait where she embraces his head. The warmth of his tongue and scraping of teeth against her chest almost outshines the frigid air but reality dumps icy precipitation as if to wash and strip them of their degeneracy. He hasn't removed his clothes in any way yet is clearly trying to engage physically leaving Elska to hesitate out of habit but when he sits up to pull her closer by the hips, she folds her fingers and places that palm to her chest, sweetly smiling.
'There will be no repeats of the forest...'
Her arms are snatched and pinned by the wrists now but Elska holds her concentration against her absolute desire to succumb to her wild turned. His heavy movements and manipulation of her positioning sparks hue into her gaze but as he finally lowers back towards her body, her right hand is stationed to the side as everything around them tremors. Wrapping her legs and around him while anchoring him close, the red lightening gathers until her fingers flare open, "Come back to me, Sati…"., releasing it directly into his side.
She thought that might buy her a second to turn the tables but Satoru's immediate response to the pain was smashing his skull into hers. Elska sees white for a moment and only knows to panic when her body sluggishly responds and can't escape. She's lifted from ground by her thigh but then feels like she's in a free fall until a maroon blast containing heat consumes her, not even feeling herself slam into concrete.
Elska coughs and feels pain radiating everywhere, 'He used Red on me?!', but gathers to her feet and calls for her wings. Satoru's presence finally slips through and becomes detectable long enough for her to savor how wretched his energy has become and instead of adversely reacting, she feels her love manically multiply. A smile cracks her face as she flings melted skin away.
He disappears again.
"That's fine my beloved Sati…", Elska closes her eyes and cackles in that lowly tone, opening them to reveal dashes, "Let's try this your way."
Satoru teleports with a high kick but Elska counters by ducking and coming back with a wide swing that connects but only gives enough pause to umbrella her wings to deflect energy. Elska drops down to sweep his feet but he jumps high into the air, that menacing blend of blue and red rising like a siren of dread until she rolls to the left and then launches a kick from the ground, cracking against his chin.
Before he can even hit the ground Elska sends a barrage of energized attacks, each more powerful than the last but he's already behind her so she returns the headbutt and slices his abdomen with her wings. A hard punch clocks her temple but as she's falling to the side, her metal feathers act as stilts and steady her like secondary suspension. The smile remains on her face even as the next collision teleports them back into the room.
His stance is so uncivilized but Elska accepts that he's sinisterly planning his next move. He twitches as if he's trying to fake her out even and this level of intelligence while in that state morphs her smirk into something more serious.
'His abnormalities are concerning…', Elska considers that perhaps she should strive to end this while she still can, quickly lifting and biting her wrist to fill her mouth. The fresh aroma causes Gojo to falter or lose concentration so Elska takes the opportunity to speed into his direction. It doesn't go exactly as planned as she suffers a blow to her ribs but with a hammering elbow from below, she knocks the shaman off balance.
'Sweet Sati...', she thinks to him while climbing over his hip to flatten him on his back, 'My monstrous, Sweet Sati…", domineeringly latching her lips to his own to force feed her essence. Usually the response is instantaneous but Elska takes in how he pursues resistance until she's exchanged every drop; only then does his hypertonicity fade. Soon after, the threatening hands begin clinging to her affectionately, his shrieks turned to muffled moans choking between swallows.
Gojo focuses his view and blinks to her glowing ones inches from his face, startling him. He doesn't throw her off or anything but he jolts upright and holds his head as he takes in her injuries.
"FUCK! LOVE!", he shouts as her bloodied face shows pearly whites between lips that turn upwards to a satisfied expression. He tries to pick her up but feels the pain from his dangling arm and gasps, "What the fuck happened to us?!", but then he actually starts to remember.
"Shhh…", Elska crawls into his lap and pushes her hair away from her shoulder, "You need more, Sati…", drawing him into her neck. She feels his quivering lips against her skin but cradles his head and tells him, "Everything is alright." His high whines sound so foreign, his trembling body so unlike the man she just fought. She thinks he's going to pierce her until he wails into her neck, prompting her to study his eyes.
"I…", Gojo sobs while frantically folding up the skin dangling from her chest and arms as if it would be fine afterwards.
"FUCK!", he peers to his own stained hands that have her blood and even tissues under his nails, "I… I did it again!", he darts his tearing eyes to Elska.
"I'm okay, Sati!", she sniffles and holds him once more, "You can't help it! Don't blame yourself!"
Waves of his breath force the air dense in the small area where he cries, his hands deflated out beside him as if he can't touch her. Digging her chin into the top of his head, she solidifies her hold to express to him that she'll never let him go.
"Just feed Sati, I will too, okay?", she nuzzles her face into his pale hair, "I'll explain everything, just do it…please."
Satoru inhales sharply through his teeth, terrorized by what he's done. The images of her being tossed, blasted and beaten from his point of view mercilessly leaves him in shock.
"My-…love.", he chokes out, sensing her desperation to get him under control. It depletes him of his wits, her never ending devotion to the monster that never fails to fucking hurt her.
"I- I can't..."
Elska feels how unstable he remains and is growing anxious with his current lack of reason. He's always been a very direct man but there's something different about the crumpled display she's tangled into that causes her to shed tears.
"Yes…", she pulls away and lifts his chin so she can see his eyes, "You can." His two-toned hue illuminates more as his eyes flare open and refract from his wet lashes.
Gojo studies the colorful dashes gleaming down at him and comprehends that his vicious little Elska is in her true form but is being incredibly gentle. His six-eyes detect something within her that's evolved, a variance he still can't quite finger but its so immensely heavy that he's left in awe. As he speechlessly looks up to his woman, she bends her neck to tenderly meet lips. Another tear streams down his face as she exacts how understanding she is yet again.
"I love you Sati…so much…", she whispers into him, "When will you learn that there is nothing, and I mean nothing that you could do to change that?"
He finally responds positively and saves words in order to kiss her shoulder, normalcy slowly creeping over them.
She means for him to feed immediately but his uncharacteristic submissiveness draws her in as she also needs him to know how irreplaceable he is. She cups his face but turns it to the side as she trails her lips across his cheek to his ear where she lets out a soft gasp before trapping his lobe.
Her passion calls to him but his culpability keeps him weighted by conflict. She's trying to speak the language he wields best, the physical one and usually this would distract him without issue but the fact remains that he's met with this strange affliction that keeps him depressed.
Elska catches wind of the usual rouse not working and decides she needs to ramp it up. Sensing through his energy that he's still rather dejected and not back to normal, she begins removing the fastener from her robe while glancing down to her tear-stained lover, commanding, "Arms above your head."
Satoru eyes her with confusion but heeds the demand, wincing to his throbbing arm as she ties them together at the wrists but then secures that to the post on the bed. When she tugs it, he's forced to scoot closer until his shoulders are at least resting against the mattress, his legs laid out straight in front of him. He doesn't understand why she's doing this but also isn't about to question her while the dashes persist.
"So, you feel badly, my sweet Sati?", she taunts as she straddles his lap. His bewilderment is blatant but she also perceives his trust when he nods.
"What you're feeling is accountability…", she sweetly explains as she yanks down his pants to his thighs, finding that he's still not aroused.
'Is he actually okay?', she wonders while maintaining her masterful air, 'This isn't like him at all.'
Elska removes her robe to consume him with nudity and then lightly drags her nails down his abs, "Most people feel that all the time Sati, but you're unique."
Gojo fastens his eyes and attempts to focus on what she's doing instead of the demons raging within. Elska releases that insane sound however, causing his view to open as the gusts of wind sail past him to expose all four of her wings.
She smiles amiably as he gawks at them, lifting his chin when his curiosity subsides to be replaced with that same lamentable expression.
"You've done many terrible things and have escaped the emotional repercussions for a long time…", she notices his eyes feign pain to her words, "But you do not have to suffer this alone for you will never be alone." His jaw tenses as if she's a liar so she continues, "Sati...This must be love."
Gojo inhales shakily and whimpers to the beautiful memory as the only woman he's ever wanted to be with forces him to understand that it's still reciprocated. She leans down and hovers over his lips before finishing her speech with, "You...you are my King."
Suddenly everything is clear. Yes, he still has mountains of guilt to dig through and countless slain faces to reckon with but he also still has enemies to kill, people to protect her from. His voice returns with a familiar tenacity, "My love..."
Elska's lips part when she feels his throbbing member take breath and excitedly moans as she attacks him with fevered kisses. His own low and spacey chuckles interrupt their timing as lips meet teeth but this doesn't dare ruin the moment. She shifts her weight to her knees, stealing his hardened flesh for herself and bears his girth as she works down over it. She's pleased when Gojo's head whips back in pleasure and he presents with half-lidded eyes that seemingly stain the whitened disheveled locks. It's only now that she questions if his physical appearance changed from evolution or from psychological stress, praying it wasn't the latter.
Nothing matters but her and the turned, the junior shaman, their friends. Elska's sensuality as she slowly rides him pulls these realizations back to the forefront where they belong. He can't stand to see her lacerations caused by literally his own hand though so with nothing but a growl to gain her attention, he tells her through thought, 'You feed first my love', and turns his head away so she can. Her lack of hesitation fills him with their bond, how he comprehends that she's willing to bargain with him even under circumstances such as this. When her fangs puncture him he's so overcome with euphoria that he breaks his restraints, post included, and embraces her instead.
She whimpers to his essence the flavor he harbors is so much viler now.; enchanting. She mumbles his name in between gulps while he lifts her thighs to plunge her with ecstasy.
This is her Sati.
The poisonous man that changed her life the day he decided her existence belonged to him. She loves him. She loves every ounce of bitterness that flows through his veins, every murderous thought that trickles in his mind, every twisted fantasy revolving their life. It's so pleasing, his seasoning. Far after her wounds have healed she takes in more just to decipher his feelings and ensure his stability. It's a hard thing to concentrate on when his wonderful divider splits her and his beautiful moans confine her ears though. She tastes that the prolonged combination of her bite and body are whisking him away to his end though so she lifts her head and closes his marks, falling in love all over again.
Satoru huddles her against his chest but then flips her over to her back, chunks of wood splintering from the floor as her wings make first contact. She doesn't release them but rather folds them around his body as if to symbolize her protectiveness. He doesn't know how its possible but she's never appeared more beautiful to him than she is in this moment. It steals his breath away honestly, how she expectantly stares up to him with open arms, welcoming his feeding like it's a gift.
First, he enters her once more but slowly, tenderly. She slickens him and clenches to whatever expression he wears becoming so mesmerized by the dashes that dissolve any superficial barriers between them. He can be himself.
He pulls out of her but ducks down to suckle her sensitive bundle of nerves as there's nothing more he wants to do than demonstrate his unwavering obsession. His arm throbs horribly but while in this setting uses that to indulge his affinity to pain. "You are everything to me…", he speaks into that second favorite smile of his prior to unleashing his oral prowess that causes her to contort. "Yes love…", he calls to her.
Elska recognizes his mannerisms and smiles deviously to his tone as she arches. When he feeds it into her and twists his tongue, a pleasured gasp escapes her. He stops to tend to her clitoris again, making her whimper into a moan that must have held all of her volume. Her pheromones are billowing inside but she hasn't a single qualm about letting them out so she does so without restriction.
Cool air circulates between her legs as his heat dissipates but she feels his body lowering over hers and does her best to not look as much of a mess as she is. As she exhales deeply to try and survive the remnants of the orgasm, his lips steal her purpose and are commandeered for his liking.
Gojo loves how she doesn't shy away from tasting in her own arousal and moans wantonly as he pushes back through her core. Her healed but stained body teases him as her breasts bounce from his thrusts, suctioning him deeper. He props his busted arm under her elevated back and keeps her anchored with his weight as he licks into the crook of her neck. The sound of their skin slapping together sings to him like a song he's not heard in forever and as much as he'd love to visualize his length plowing her he remains as he is, needing to indulge in their intimacy.
Rolling his hips to a stop, Satoru completely sheaths himself with her warmth before finally forming his fangs. Her eyes flash up to him, colorful and full of emotion as she anticipates his bite.
"I know you have to do something to this world, love…", he speaks with bated breath as she curiously studies him, "…and I don't care what that is. I will help you."
Elska, caught off guard by his seemingly random declaration runs a hand through his sweaty hair and asks, "You remember me saying that?"
It feels like a lifetime ago but she recalls the conversation when she was in the other form explaining her origins. He nods yes and smiles before bending down to flick his tongue along her nipple, causing her core to flutter around his buried length.
"You said the stipulation the Oda's must fulfill is fucking over humanity, correct?", he asks it so casually as he licks a stripe up her entire breast.
Elska's brow furrows, caught between his ministrations and meaning, "Are you saying that you have no reservations over that?"
Sure, Satoru Gojo is a menace but she's tongue-tied over his easy condemnation of the world.
"None.", he confesses as he starts working his hips once more. They're soon panting into each other but he manages to add, "Your path is my path." Her expression reads amazement but her body tells the truth as she tightens around him.
"Fuck the humans, love. They would never treat you well anyways. They're filth; conniving little flesh sacks that would try to end you if they weren't so weak."
Elska clings to her sweet Sati as he charms her body and mind alike. The veiny rod of her conqueror drags through her walls as his lecherous presence shines without a veil. 'He means it.', she admits as his caring, ominous eyes adore her from above.
"I definitely do mean it.", he clarifies verbally with a calamitous smirk that he lowers to her lips.
His tongue slips into her as he slows his rhythm, not wanting to end this perfect space in time where they currently exist. Satoru has always hated everything about this world; the clans, the shaman society, the elders, the stupid fucking non-shaman they're sworn to protect. It's all worthless or corrupt.
"Fuck the King too. I'll kill him and every single one of his turned…", he snarls into her as he senses her nearing finality.
"That fucking cunt will never-…", Gojo moans to the heat building in his groin as she cries out his name, "He will never take you away from us, my love."
His moans turn to grunts as she twitches around him, her physical response to his actions and stance squeezing his testicles into a warm sensation of release.
"You belong here with me…", he whines as he desperately staves off his own end until he makes his point, thrusting, "and Naoya…and Toji…", his hips stutter as he loses his own battle, "Getou…and Cho-…", he groans profoundly as he fills her, "sssso."
Elska releases her wings and coddles Satoru when he happily collapses over top. She strokes his hair while they catch their breath, her mind stuck on his readiness to literally turn this world upside down. It should be corrosive but in all actuality, it makes her feel as if this is indeed the right course to take.
Choso said Satoru will do anything for her but she wasn't expecting this. Elska knows he means it though from the very bottom of his obsidian heart and in turn promises, "I will remain with you…forever."
Gojo lifts his head to view her and brushes the stray strands from her face attentively, "Then forever it is."
Howling wind from the hall jars the latched bedroom door, giving the façade that something is haunting them. No other distractions exist however as they lay against the cold floor, glistening from the ramifications of satisfaction. Something nearly left his lips as they stalled into this moment together, words he never fathomed would take life of their own.
He almost proposed.
This is baffling to him but not entirely as the initial wave of "WHAT THE FUCK GOJO", dispels and leaves him to comprehend that this desire is likely unavoidable.
"Love?", he sheepishly asks but looks away nervously when she giggles, "You wouldn't marry me, would you?"
Elska's entire body jumps as if he'd cursed her but its only because she's now concerned again, "Are you feeling okay, Sati?"
She's never needed the title of marriage and he's never shown interest in it either and although she would happily be his wife, she looks over her shoulder to barely see Naoya's profile and subjects to the knowledge of that crushing her prince.
"I'm fine!", Gojo laughs it off and hides his frown, having caught what gave her hesitation. He'd honestly forgotten about his Zenin friend for a minute there and didn't mean to put her in that kind of predicament. He chews his lip while trying to save them both from this awkward pause but her voice breaks his train of thought.
"Isn't it weird that you are my boyfriend but we're both considerate of my lover?", she couldn't help but state the obvious as when spoken, it doesn't make sense. It comes off insane actually. They share a laugh of irony that fizzles out to his lips meeting her neck.
"When you put it that way, I do sound like a fucking cuck!", he snickers playfully as he forms his fangs. He's not lost his interest in this topic but would rather come back to it after he works out a few kinks, "Naoya is important to me too though, love and I know how much he means to you…" He skips his daggers across her skin, thirst drying his tongue, "Maybe you will have to marry all of us.", he delivers this message with audacity.
"No one-…", she shivers in preparation for his penetration, "is going to honor such a union, Sati…", but says it in a way that conveys her adherence to an idea like that, "…not that they matter…"
"Exactly.", he jeers into her skin, "And who the fuck is going to stop us?"
Elska whimpers to his fangs as he clamps into her flesh, the story of her state sending signals to his brain. He's given the image of the budding plant and inhales brashly when seeing how much it's grown.
'Little Zenin, huh?', he smiles to himself while sifting through other parts of her finding that something he's tasting is new. As Satoru gently guides her backwards to the floor and begins to decode, an alarming message is sent through his mind.
"You must know."
Gojo's lids flare open, the light from them even blinding himself so he squints. He inherently understands what this ancient voice is and his six-eyes go into overdrive as they work with new sensory abilities and break down mountains of information within a second.
"You will know."
Satoru's retinas begin to heat up from the intense light filtering through him but it's like the muscular contraction when electrocuted, he can't break away. He hears Elska's voice calling to him but there's nothing he can do as his six-eyes and infinity now couple in efforts to unlock the new visible variances that have troubled him for so long. He's fucking stuck.
"Meet with me."
He wails in agony as his head feels it may implode, her blood surging from his lips as he coughs and struggles to maintain bodily functions. His ears ring from the pressure and violet light invades his surging eyes.
"And save her."