[Fic] some gentle storm this night (Jujutsu Kaisen)
- Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
- Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna
- Tags: Demon/Human Relationships
- Word-Count: 643
- Status: Complete
- First Published: 2024-02-14
- Disclaimer: I do not own 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) and make no profit from this—it is solely a hobby for fun, with no financial compensation.
Summary:
But Sukuna is still here.
Notes:
- For stridingseer.
Work Text:
There are no, Megumi thinks, ways out of this that don't end in blood.
"Fine," he says, then, cracking his neck just a bit and shifting to watch the rising sun over the top of the buildings, the way the orange spills out over the rooftops and streets, slowly bleeding its way out over the world. It is an especially good view from this place, and one not made worse even by the demon in front of him. "If that's truly what you want."
Raising an eyebrow, the demon known as Sukuna releases a sharp breath. "I want many things," he says, more musing than anything.
Megumi doesn't really have anything to say to that. To tell the truth, he's not entirely sure how things devolved this way; he is a hunter of demons, perhaps, but he's not the most powerful, not the most well-connected, not the most charismatic, not the most ingenious. He is, he suspects, rather like a lot of demon hunters are; out of his depth and fumbling for solid he can stand on long enough to survive just one more battle, and more after that, and possibly even another one after that. But it will never last long enough, he knows. There are always going to be battles that leave nothing for him; no recourse, no second chance, no ally, no epiphanies and no way out.
But Sukuna is still here.
"You are hurt," Sukuna says, and he doesn't sound particularly sorry about it, but he steps closer and holds out a hand. "Lean on me."
Huffing a laugh, Megumi rolls his eyes. "Did you pick that out of a movie?"
"Of course," Sukuna shamelessly brags, then tilts his head, considering eyes looking over him. He's not all that much taller than Megumi right now; a consequence of the demonic ritual that re-bodied him, but he is nonetheless an intimidating figure. Something in the way he stands, something in the way he looks down his nose at people he should be all rights not be taller than; something in the way the air hums around him, as if constantly trying to expel him from reality. He is a great big demon, an ancient horror coming back around to haunt humanity, and he is all the worse for it.
Because there's a causality with modern demons, isn't there? There's a train of thought that a demon hunter such as Megumi can follow. He can get from point A to point B even when they do horrible, grotesque things. But Sukuna is not of them, not of this time or this make, and he does not make sense. His re-existence is preposterous, a tear in the fabric of reality, and the way he looks at Megumi makes the least sense of all. Still. Still. Megumi has battles to fight, wars to wage, and he can not afford to turn away help so willingly given, can not afford to spurn attention might, might just give him a working chance. Just once, he thinks. He only needs one chance and he and Tsumiki can get out of this alive.
Just one chance.
So he takes Sukuna's hand. Allows himself to be pulled close, to be held tight for a moment before Sukuna relents to his squirming and lets him step back enough to walk on his own. The battlefield still smells of blood, corpses on the ground, and he wipes his hand over his chin, feels the blood dragging in its wake, and clicks his tongue softly. Sukuna laughs, the sound burrowing deep into his bones, and at Megumi's questioning look the demon only shrugs, no intention of explaining himself, as ever.
Exhaling softly, Megumi looks forward, and together with Sukuna, leaves the bloodied ground behind him. At least, he thinks, he still has plenty of blood to give.
Maybe that'll be enough.