'My child! My child! I can't find my child!'

She scattered like an ant, with paths blocked either way. Hands frantically stretched out almost as if she was faintly remembering her hands felt pressed against her child's cheek. Distraught was an understatement, her eyes bulging from her head; beady little eyes screaming in pain for her loved one to come back.

Her daughter was stomach down in a pile of dirt in the alleyway. From her right cheek stuck a ruby red heel impaled into the skin. Eyes rolled back and from them seeped a singular tear.

You smiled.

Your hands cupped your cheeks greedily, your feet dangled in torment as ants scattered away screaming for the hellish nightmare to end. The clutter of steps as they black clay tiles hit leant forward hitting the one below. No fool ant would do anything like that, a sorcerer perhaps? Yet the steps were too large, ones that you could faintly hear those who had been massacred as the smell of death fluctuated your nose. Your soft smile turned into a toothy grin.

'Woman.' He grunted, a jerk in his voice, one that sounded as if he didn't even want be there though you could feel that he wanted to deep down.

'My Ryomen.'

You stood up, and spun around to stare at him. Your hands brushed against his face, fingers tracing soft parts of cheeks. His features and everything. The tips of your toes placed against the titles, shoes nudging him. His eyes downturned, bright red the color he tore from innocent lives scattered across the streets, crawling on walls where children used to live.

'Are you using your foolish powers on me, woman?'

You smiled as you stared up at him. His eyes beading in each direction, screams of laughter from different spirits wrapped around the two of you.

'Why would I use my powers when you're already fallen for me?'

His face boiled, as you turned your head around. Your back pressed against him, arms crossed and eyes harsh as they stared down upon hearing the cries of those who lost loved ones in the mascare. Love was a funny thing; in reality not that many people ever experience the good love, written in novels and other such things, peoples parents weren't good examples of love either. Arguments and fights, screams of hatred over dumb issues, unrequited love, hate to someone they love - this is what threw you over the edge, carved you tooth and nail till you were perfect of all the horrible feelings that follow love.

'Woman,'

A soft puzzled sound escaped your lips, his fingertips drew upon your skin, pressing softly before pain stuck. His fingers duldged around your skin, gripping it till his knuckles turned a ghastly white.

'Woman!' he shouted in anger

Your body tossed as regard was thrown out of the window. Yet it wasn't- his face a brittle disfigurement of concern. The small blood that squirted out of his body seemed to be a slow film rolling slowly. Sorcerers drew behind him, perhaps he already knew his face, a slow arm reached out towards you- eyes stayed upon you as death rather eternal imprisonment took its toll.

'SUKUNA!'

'Sukuna?'

That name has not slipped your lips in many centuries though it played in your mind everyday, he was always the thing you dreamed off. Yaga stared at you, his sunglasses slowly fell off the bridge of his nose both in concern and worry for both your sakes.

'A boy is his vessel, right here in the school. Unlike you,' he paused, 'you got a fresh corpse to reincarnate into.'

Your fingers scrambled through the fur of Panda, his body laid between your legs, eyes closed as the animal instinct of loving scratches still drove through his blood.

'Is he here?' you questioned bluntly,

He was much dearer than anything, you would give your body over and over for him. You would betray anyone for a kiss or just to wrap your arms around his fair cheeks and stare into his eyes with love yet it was just another part of being brought from evil emotions of love, that you. Yourself could not even be with the man you loved.

'Y/n.' he paused,

'Where is he!'

Your voice churned with feelings as you stood up and left. The grounds weren't as big, you knew them like the back of your hand. Your shoulder brushed against a pink haired boy as he entered the room a aura felt warm around you-

'Woman,'

You paused in your steps, your feet laid upon the ground. Your heart skipped and your head turned around.

'Woman.' your heard his chuckle,

His eyes glowed viciously in the light, his head cacked to the side and a grin upon his face. He wasn't your Ryomen, but you smiled.

'Seems I pulled the lucky straw out of the both of us.'

You moved forward towards him, your head pressed in the nook of his neck. You lifted your head, placing your temple against his own. Your hand, placed softly around his. Hearing him mutter your name for the first time in centuries. You smirked when you brought his hand to your lips, kissing his skin.

'Shut up woman, Still up to your old tricks of trying to make men fall for you?'

You smiled and brought his hand away from your mouth, 'I've waited centuries for one man.'

You felt a soft shift. Then he was gone. Your head snapped towards him. A flustered face of a boy who was not a man stared at you. The boy you had pushed passed earlier, you untangled yourself from him,

'I'm glad that I didn't have to meet you in death, my Ryomen.' you softly whispered,

You left with a grin upon your face, the feeling of his cheeks in your hand, the soft fleshy skin still imprinted in your hands.