Prolouge part - 2

Sukuna flexed his fingers, rolling his shoulders as he surveyed his new body. He could feel it, strong, but not nearly strong enough. It lacked the overwhelming power he once wielded, the raw, unshackled strength that had let him lay waste to armies.

"Tch. Garbage," he muttered, clicking his tongue in irritation. Still, there was potential. This brat had a solid foundation, fast, agile, and resilient, compared to most, atleast. If he worked him up properly, he could mold this body into something useful.

His lips curled into a wicked grin, a dark thrill bubbling inside him. "Yes... If I gather the rest of my body... then, I'll finally have a new vessel."

A low chuckle rumbled from his throat, growing into a twisted, almost euphoric laugh. He could already picture it, the screams, the blood, the sheer delight of cutting down women and children alike. The thought alone sent a shiver of satisfaction through him.

but... another thing

He closed his eyes, extending his senses outward. He felt no presence of jujutsu sorcerers, no one monitoring, no barriers, no familiar cursed energy signatures. Strange... He furrowed his brow. If this brat had consumed one of his fingers, there should have been a swarm of sorcerers descending upon him by now.

That meant only one thing.

"This wasn't one of their fingers," Sukuna mused, a wicked grin spreading across his lips before he let out a deep, echoing laugh.

The cursed spirits lurking in the darkness, still drawn to Subaru's presence, had yet to realize the shift in his soul. Their grotesque forms twitched and lunged, eager to tear into what they believed was still easy prey.

Fools.

Subkuna's (yep, that's what I'm calling him. fuck you if you disagree) eyes flashed a deep, menacing red. In a mere instant, he lashed out—his fingers elongating, nails sharpening into blackened claws. With a single, effortless sweep of his hand, the air itself seemed to split apart.

Blood sprayed like ink on a blank canvas.

The cursed spirits didn't even have time to wail before they were reduced to shreds, their bodies torn apart in a brutal display of raw power.

Sukuna lowered his hand, watching the last traces of the cursed spirits vanish into nothing. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Weak. Huh?"

A sudden pressure surged within him, an unseen force shoving back against his control. His smirk faltered, replaced by a scowl as his fingers twitched involuntarily.

"What?!" A flash of irritation crossed his face. "How?!"

A resistance was growing inside him. This brat. This mere child was fighting back.

"Tch. Damn it. This kid...!" Sukuna snarled, his very essence being forced deeper into the recesses of their shared body. His hold was slipping, his dominance fading.

Subaru gritted his teeth, his will pushing back with everything he had. He didn't understand what was happening, but he refused to let some old man take him over.

Sukuna's voice rumbled one last time, filled with begrudging amusement and irritation. "I need more strength. Fine, I'll wait."

Then, silence.

Subaru gasped, his knees buckling as he stumbled forward, his body once again his own. Then, before he could register anything, His body collapsed onto the cold ground, unconscious.

In the back of his mind, though, a presence was still there, waiting.

In the back of his mind, a presence still lingered, patient and calculating.

I guess I'll have to wait until he's mature enough. Strong enough. Sukuna's voice echoed in the depths of Subaru's subconscious. If I rush it now, I'll just end up trapped in this pathetic body. No... I'll wait.

A low chuckle reverberated through the void of Subaru's mind. And when the time comes... he won't even realize what's happening.

A/N very short, but I realised that too much prologue is bad, so I did a little. next chapter will be start of subaru cannon. aka convenience store.

also, sorry for being away for so long, got side tracked. played miside, did other fics. then got a lung infection. soooo... not the best. but, eh it's fine.

i hope to make a new chapter soon... maybe in a weeks time.