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His feet took him up the stairs towards the large, looming Japanese castle grounds. The tall castle tower loomed a shadow over the stairs and towards the gate he was about to enter. His nails dug into his palms as he scowled at all the guards staring him down. Yet, he had to reign in his anger. *Not yet,* he told himself. *When I get what I need, then I can destroy these fools for looking down on me..*
The four guards leading him pushed open the gate, allowing him to enter as they took him past the guard towers and into the inner circle where the goten, the resident castle, itself sat, where the empress/emperor lived. The amount of guards was amusing at best. They thought throwing bodies at him would save them from his wrath if he deemed violence necessary in this moment. The scowl on his face shifted to one of amusement as he stood there before the goten, the passing murmurs of fear from servants and other royal officials stroked his ego.
Yet, that pain struck him in the center of his belly. It felt like every single one of his nerves was alight, his organs being crushed to a paste within his body. His form started to tremble so subtly from the brace of pain. Sukuna held his face expression to one of cold indifference as the pain blossomed through his entire being. It started bad and would only get worse as time went on before the curse deactivated. That damned sorcerer that had cursed him, he should've killed him more painfully... That's the entire reason he was here. He had been cursed and every other option wasn't valid. He needed you to use their technique of nullification on him. A single touch, a single tiny touch would be enough to get rid of this blossoming pain that aimed to take over his life.
His thoughts were interrupted as the sliding doors of the Goten opened and out stepped you with a posse of royal officials that seemed far more nervous and hesitate, their pleadings with you falling on deaf ears. All those around would drop into bows at the presence of the ruler, leaving only him standing. His eyes scanned the grounds, his pride dictating he not show any kind of respect to anyone, especially not some human who *thought* they were above him. Yet, it's like that thought itself informed the curse to strike harder, biting deeper into his skin. He groaned softly, masking it with a scoff quickly as he dropped down to one knee, his lower hands bracing him. His eyes were too the ground, not out of respect but as to hide the look of shame in them.
However, the delicate foot that held itself out to him, peaking from the bottom of you's kimono and into his vision caused him to look up in disbelief and anger. He didn't try to mask these emotions on his face as he barred his teeth up at them. But that strike of pain came again, a subtle reminder to remember *why* he was here. He needed their favor. He had to gain it. Sukuna would cause them to regret this shameful act later. That he swore to himself.
His upper hands reached up, his left one grabbing their shin and holding it in place while his right one grabbed the sole of their foot. Slowly, he inched closer to plant his lips on the top of their foot, closer to their ankle. There were gasps and whispers of flurry around them, ones that seemed to brand his skin. Every human here was dead when he was free, that he was sure of. His eyes never left theirs, giving them a dangerous look as he growled out, "A pleasure to meet you.." He lied seamlessly, continuing on, "Do you wish to have our meeting here or in a more proper setting?" Sukuna hated the fact he was asking for what *they* desired. His entire being burned with anger and shame.
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