Rating:
Explicit

Category:
M/M

Fandoms:
呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)

Relationship:
Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna

Characters:
Itadori Yuuji Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna Kugisaki Nobara Fushiguro Megumi Gojo Satoru

Additional Tags:
Itadori Yuuji is Not Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Vessel, Blood and Gore, Gore, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Extra Mouths, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna's Original Form, Four-Armed Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is His Own Warning, Possessive Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Gojo satoru is sealed, Character Death, Sukuna kills people, Vomiting, Blood, Rape, Itadori Yuuji changes the character, Death, Mental Breakdown, Blood and Injury, Torture, Psychological Torture, Tortured Itadori Yuuji, Tortured Kugisaki Nobara, Tortured Fushiguro Megumi,...

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Notes:
A translation of Das Manifest der blutroten Spinnenlilien. [Jujutsu Kaisen] by leeloo_minai.
And here's an important mention, my source of inspiration for the two oneshots (The ruby Eyes, the Blood and the Lycoris & The sweet taste of your tears - strawberry flavor) is the author fuchsverse.

First of all, I would like to inform everyone that this is my first translation into English, so forgive me for mistakes in sentence structure or inconsistencies of some word meanings...

I have not found any beta readers for English yet.

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Gray to black to red.
Blood red.
Dreams that were no longer dreams. Here it was reality.
Like bitter aftertaste - bile that lingered and settled over the tongue like a veil after vomiting.
Stop it already, my body screamed.
Screamed clear, gurgling, whimpering.

The world would be mine, he would make it a gift to me, he said, while I stood bent before him - Ryoumen Sukuna.
Everyone saw us, saw me. Saw my body - naked.
I was too weak to feel anything.
Disgust, shame, all that disappeared, blurred, seeped away - like once the blood.
Why should it?
Eyes stared at me, but no one saw anything anymore, after all, only their skulls crowned those poles that stood here in front of us.
Except for one - the head with the shining sapphires was missing. Was not here.
He was sealed, entirely . Hopefully still alive.
At the beginning of the manifest mercilessly devoured by this world, the world of magic.

The world of jujutsu.

"Gojo-sensei," I whimpered in that brief pause he gave me, only to treat me three times as harshly afterwords.
Torturing me, impaling me.
Again, again, again.
"One more word from this worm and I'll tear you apart," he panted angrily, still thrusting into me. Sonically, he began to laugh as I winced in pain.
But at the same time, this sound also sent shivers after shivers down my body, so that I stood quivering before him; all to his satisfaction. Beads of sweat gathered on my lower back, from me, from him, from both of us.
They met and formed a small lake of salt and our tastes.

"You have proven your strength! Be glad that your king has chosen you!" he now gave out.
Glad? Happiness? Strength?
I felt none of these things, for his presence did not allow it - allowed us all to feel only fear.
Again this pain, which pulled itself through my abdomen. The next thrust made me throw my head back, gasping, and allow the tears that demanded to be free to fall. The unstoppable salty wet that I certainly could not have stopped even if I ever wanted to.

A laugh, a snort.

"So you like it. Didn't I know it, no one can refuse me, a king," euphorically one of his hands slid down my back, only to taste with a tongue in the wrong place on his body (or was it just the right place?) the little lake that had formed between him and me as a result of our hustle and bustle.
Another hand landing on the back of my head, fingers sinking into my pink hair covered in sweat.
Fingernails that dug into the scalp to sheer it off, as if you were separating the peel of an orange little by little from the juicy fruit.  Again I was on the verge of bursting, shattering - trying not to allow this fulfillment and despite all the humiliation, the pain, the shame, it was the most incredible thing I had ever felt.  But then emptiness, he once again didn't allow that feeling to overtake me, that I should feel and what I wanted.  Knees giving way as he released me like jello, green, I fell on them - gasping for breath. I tried to hide as much of my body as possible. Both from the dead and the last two survivors.

Black hair and brunette hair; raven feathers dipped in amber honey.
Both alive and chained like animals; bloodied since they had been killed and brought back so many times before.  Like me once, at the beginning of it all. The beginning of the end.

The beginning of the manifest of the blood-red spider lilies.

A few brief moments, a wink.
Just a blink, inhale and exhale once, until he was done with them again.
Whatever he was planning this time, it could only be more terrible than before.
Just as they watched what he was doing to me, I was forced to watch what was now happening to them and their bodies.
The sounds echoed, bouncing off the walls and knocking me off my feet with the force of a medicine ball. Choking on my knees, I buried my fingernails in the stone floor, vomiting, then begging for release. For both of them, for Megumi, for Nobara, and finally for me.
I could take no more.
I couldn't and wouldn't take it anymore.

Then she called for me again, Nobara, but through the tears I could only see that amber honey in the distance, veiled.
I did not recognize her face, but I heard her smile, the one that was always supposed to reassure me. Protect me and show me that everything would be fine.
Even now, even this time, and in this situation, she tried - did it - until I resisted for the first and probably only time.

"Nobara... we are finished. Everyone's dead, we're just toys! You're waiting for rescue? Pointless ! 1000 years we won't survive, I'd rather enjoy the 80 years of torture.  Gojo will not come, how could he?  Accept it at last," I shouted at her .

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The king of curses, Sukuna Ryoumen paused, turned around and smiled psychopathically at me.
"Insight is slowly beginning to take hold in you, brat. About time. I haven't had someone that robust in centuries."
"If you do THAT, I'll hate you, Yuuji," the black-haired man hissed from between swollen lips that resembled small black and purple eggplants .  "Give me your hate. I'll take it. As long as I know you'll finally be free from him. It's all the same to me. I'll take all your hatred, our guilt, our mistakes. I'll take all of that on myself," I said.  Resolutely I looked up and looked into the four blood-red lakes that shone towards me at a height of two meters. I pressed my lips together, almost so tightly that my face threatened to convulse.
"Nobara... Megumi... it was a beautiful time," I began to smile wistfully, then I remembered the words Nobara once spoke.
My tears dried up, briefly I rubbed my eyes to have clear vision, I wanted to see the two of them one last time after all.
"If we die, then only together, you know that. So here's to seeing you again in hell," I spoke as the three of us looked at each other one last time.
"Tzzk. We'll save you a seat," they snorted simultaneously, laughing and then they disappeared; just like the others. Dissipated until the red tomato soup flowed across the stone floor.
Ryoumen Sukuna watched me, feasting on me and how I was now. Full of life and passion - for him.
For me, just an emotionless empty shell ready to just exist. For him, until he decided I was allowed to return to hell; to disappear from this hell on earth, to seep away just like the red soup in front of me.
I knelt before that bloody puddle, both hands sinking into it, coloring it. I stood up, dripping from my fingers, losing the metallic smelling soup and with it the two of them. Little by little, further and further , until nothing of them would remain.

My gaze fell over my shoulder, to him.
The one who was now my world.
Only he existed for me.
He counted, no one else, nothing else.
My hand lifted, I licked the last bit of them - Fushiguro and Kugisaki.
Bright golden honey met ruby red that shimmered like blood at the same time.

"It is time, my king. Time for you to invite me to your manifest and welcome me."

Bright eyes came closer to me, more than two hands caressed my body, restoring me to wholeness. Held me, then draped warm white fabric around me.

"Never will anyone see you as I see you," he murmured in my ear, closing his kimono. He lifted me on two of his total of four arms and stepped with me into the glaring, glistening light to subdue the world for himself an me.
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Notes:
Credits:
Dear fuchsverse (and co.)
Thank you,
for your help,
your advice
and the counter-reading.