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This brat is infuriating.
Sukuna flexes his-- Itadori's-- their-- fingers, studying this body with detached curiosity. The essence of souls never ceases to intrigue him. Its fascinating, the realization and undeniable proof that two souls can reside in one-- admittedly sturdy-- vessel, and for all intense and purposes, thrive.
"Shut up." He mutters to the open air, sitting on the bed. Itadori only panics more, the kid demanding to know when and how he took over.
"When you were asleep." Sukuna replies, a nasty smirk beginning to force itself across their shared lips. "Relax. I killed no one." The yet it unspoken and Itadori knows it, his soul desperately pushing against Sukuna's. But he's prepared for the onslaught this time, and for once, since being incarnated, he's able to keep the boy at bay. "If you keep questioning me, I'll slaughter all of the children in this school, slowly so that you may watch. I will smear their intestines along the walls and floors of this building and then take over this body while you cower in fear."
His voice deepens with the sheer weight of his bloodlust-- held back only because he fed on the sorrow of the brat's grandfather dying-- words dripping with unbridled malice as they flowed slowly, like molasses. "Calm down boy, this is my final warning. I only wish to know the limitations of this vessel." Sukuna swings the legs over the side of the bed, begrudgingly approving of the toned limbs, and impressive body, completely capable of handling his current power level, and likely even more of it. "Don't defy me and take comfort in the knowledge that if I wanted anyone dead, I would have done so already, regardless what your precious sensei claims about being the strongest." he hisses, sneering at the ground in utter distaste.
That man had been unbelievably dangerous and his power was something strange.
"You're just mad because you know you can't do shit at your current power level."
The sudden sensation of having his soul pushed back is jarring, Sukuna blinking his eyes with a surprised expression, before giving a snarl. "Haha! So I was right, wasn't I? You're just scared of Gojou-san." his own voice laughs without his consent, except it isn't his voice, its the brats, who's somehow managing to gain partial control.
If this is how it will be warring with Yuuji Itadori's soul, then Sukuna has half a mind to rip out the heart in his chest and let the arrogant idiot die. It's much too risky though, at his current strength, and as much as he loathes to admit, even in his own mind, he needs the brat.
If Itadori dies prematurely, then nothing will stop Gojou Satarou from acting with severe violence and despite wanting to create a blood-bath out of the white haired man-- frankly that isn't something he can afford right now. He thinks of Megumi, and the curious aura that boy procured and smiles, remembering how the scent of rot, death, and servitude shrouded the teen. A cold king reigning over an even colder castle, cursed energy swirling around him like devout slaves to its master.
Megumi is interesting and Sukuna wishes to keep an eyes on him. There is no such thing as too many puppets. A king that boy may be, but what is a king to a god? And Sukuna has been worshiped for many centuries.
"Oi! Are you ignoring me? Don't ignore me!" Itadori says, quite literally stealing his mouth and he is once again reminded of his immediate problem. I've never encountered a person so aware of their soul.
Yuuji Itadori. Basic and primitive, with hardly any understanding of how the world works. Clever, yet foolishly naive. Completely undeserving of his attention in any proximity. Simple minded, but open and aware because of that simple mindedness.
Megumi. Interesting. Dark, and useful.
Gojou Satarou. A royal pain in the ass. Cold and calculating, a ruthless man who hides behind a facade.
Sukuna grins, chuckling growing louder, wildly manic and he tosses his head back, letting out a bellowing laugh. So many interesting, dangerous, entertaining people.
He is going to enjoy his time at Jujutsu Tech.