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Drowning... Drowning is very very
painful
A -10/10 experience he does not recommend...
All that water filling your lungs, the painful sting just clinging to you.
Your body doing what it can to fight back trying to live
Forcing you to inhale even more into your lungs instinctively
He didn't want to die, he was just curious, it was only meant to be a fun outing. Just like always, where he would explore a place he found interesting
He should have realized that the years of abandonment made that bridge fragile and easy to crumble like a dry badly made cookie.
He could remember the feeling of the ground disappearing from his feet, he screamed.
Soon enough, he felt at peace. His brain calmed down accepting its fate... It hurt badly.
He didn't want to die
He hadn't finished high school yet, he wanted to live still he still had so much left.
He tried to inhale only to have more water rush into his throat
He didn't want to die...
He had a story back at home he hadn't finished, he wanted to be hugged by his parents again like they did last time so many years ago
He doesn't want die
He doesn't want to
Please anybody..m
Save him..
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The sounds of sobbing surround the room, like a gong of a bell.
She cries along with them in relief
Letting go of the blankets she had been clutching so tightly in her grip, her arms like wet paper. She coughs trying to sit up before a hand is placed on her chest telling her to stay down.
She looks at the two bundles of screaming.. Sobbing children..
And her heart sinks into her stomach like a dip into a lake in winter, Twins.. She had gotten twins. She looks up to her husband's face, a disappointed look on his face, disgusted even,”Such a shame, I liked you”.
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A few weeks later she's left with two babies in her arms dropped off in some random mountain, thrown away like an old, dried out flower.
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Sukuna sneezes, “eugh...” spring was not.. The kindest to him. A slap on his back, “...i told you not to go out” his brother, wasuke scolded. "and what did you do?"
"i get it geez..." Having a sibling was a new experience, like a new puzzle he didn't know how to solve. He wiped his teary eyes and blew into a rag,”sorry... “ he muttered softly, he watched as his brother sighed annoyed at him.
His brother's annoyance did remind him of the maids who used to take care of him, he didn't really remember which one. He let out another sneeze, the pollen was horrible. “Here”, Sukuna was confused until he saw his brother cover the windows of their little hut with fabric, dimming the room,”the outside is the problem righ...?” he huffed.
He felt warm all of a sudden and nodded, his face still teary and his nose still full of snot. He tried to give his brother a hug, “Ew! you look disgusting don't you dare try to touch me...” sukuna laughed before backing off, His cursed energy spiking at random points in time. He let out a sneeze again, this time letting out a spark near the fabric, And lit the thing up on fire.
A few minutes after he's reprimanded again, it wasn't even his fault,”I need to hunt, don't set everything on fire before I get back...” his brother glared at him before leaving, he rolled his puffy eyes.
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With his brother gone and left alone with his thoughts, he's stuck remembering that their mother told them they were at least Six before she left them last summer. Not a good age to leave your children out to die in the mountains but then again this was the heian era and also because the life expectancy of humans in this era wasn't very...long.
He stares at his hand, he doesn't quite understand cursed energy, his techniques only coming out when his cursed energy spikes and his mother barely taught him how to use it despite being from a sorcerer family, not a clan but definitely related to a sorcerer...
He let out more sneezes, he was starting to get annoyed the windows were covered why was he still sneezing. He sighed, he looked at one of the mushrooms his brother left for him, Holding it in his hand he tried to figure out how to work out Dismantle. Sukuna's technique was something he always thought of as cool. His technique being so simple yet so destructive was so cool in his eyes but it was far from his favorite cursed technique from jujutsu kaisen.
His favorite being the Mahito’s, because while the curse was annoying he did like to see the creative ways he used it. He huffed looking at the mushroom in his hands, shitake if he remembered correctly. His mother in this world cared to at least teach him and his brother proper survival skills when she left.
“Cleave.” he mumbled cringing at the words, god that felt embarrassing to say.
Like an edgy teen... He always saw on those skits.
He looked down at the very much not cut up mushrooms and sighed maybe next time it would work.
He shoved the mushroom in his mouth, his brother probably cleaned it. He always nagged about properly cleaning and making sure they weren't getting sick because of dirty food or water. He was not dying because of some sickness, modern medicine did not exist here.
He sneezed, he grabbed his rag wiping away the snot blowing into it. He adjusted his mother's kimono, he and his brother used their mothers clothes, not having any of their own.
He laid back down on his resting place
He'd figure out how to work his technique. He doesn't want to burden wasuke. It made him chuckle a bit, his brother was Wasuke, he was brothers with a fictional character that never got to be Ogkuna's brother in the first place. He's at least glad they were brothers, the images of Sukuna's anatomy lingered.. from what he had heard Sukuna's anatomy probably left him with agonizing back pain with how his second pair of arms were placed.
The amount of video essays he had watched about sukuna always talked about how being an isolated person wasn't good or something along those lines,He doesn't remember them that much. Nor did he really care too much.. The effects of isolation aren't that bad, just over exaggerated.. Not that it didn't intrigue him that, that was how people viewed it.
What he did remember clearly was lobotomy kaisen, he laughed inside of his head as the image of fisherman sukuna popped up. He kept daydreaming the more he ignored the fact his nose kept clogging up because of spring time pollen the better.
He soon drifted off to sleep, he'd need to experiment how to work out how cursed energy worked later. Having something as interesting as that, would be a waste not to learn about. He giggled in his sleep silently worrying a Wasuke that just came back home to a giggling brother who was supposedly asleep.