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The area surrounding him is dark. He feels nothing in his body, but somehow knows he is still alive. He feels discomfort, being in such an empty environment.
He walks forward, sure of his destination but unsure where to go. He gains pace as worry and dread fill his stomach.
He calls out.
Silence.
He calls out again.
Silence.
He is desperately running around calling out. He feels like he isn’t gaining progress. I’m taking too long! They need me out there! He continues to run around.
After a few minutes (potentially hours, he is freaking out and is lost), he sees something on the ground, or what he thinks is the ground.
He sprints toward it, hoping it’s what he is looking for. As he gets closer, he realizes it’s exactly what he is looking for, but not in the right condition.
He slows down and walks toward his destination. He pauses a few feet from it. He is shocked at the sight, not expecting the amount of dread to enter into him at his arrival. He stares at what he needs, unable to move or say anything, despite knowing he is wasting precious time. It’s smaller than expected or more expressive than he’s ever seen. He feels the feeling guilt wash over him the closer he is. It’s crippling, unwarranted. He finally gathers the courage to speak, but it is only one word.
“Megumi.”
Megumi doesn’t move out the fetal position. There is a white glow surrounding him, juxtaposing the dark environment encapsulating both of the teens. He can hear Megumi’s heavy breathing (Is he still breathing?), cut off periodically by sobs. He gathers the courage to speak again, pushing an uncomfortable feeling away.
“Megumi, please come back. We need you.”
He doesn’t think he has been more devastated by a response until now, even when his grandfather said his last words.
“I’ve had enough.”
Megumi doesn’t look up when talking. He is face down head laying the white halo that surrounds his body. The sobs wrack his body harder after the reply, like the admission of his truth has physically pained him.
“Megumi, I know how you’re feeling-“ The void under his feet begin to shake. Megumi’s head raises, but still faces the ground. He speaks in a broken monotone voice, but he can clearly notice the self-inflicted anger projecting onto him from the quivering boy.
“You didn’t kill your sister. You didn’t kill the strongest sorcerer. I hurt you. This is my fault.”
How hypocritical of him. He walks toward Megumi kneeling down in front of him. He reaches out to grab his hands (Can he feel my touch?), but Megumi flinches away. He is persistent though, and grabs Megumi’s shaking hands, eerily colder than they normally are.
“Megumi, it’s not your fault. You aren’t in control, Sukuna is. This is all his doing. I understand how you’re feeling.”
“No one will forgive me. I have hurt too many people.”
He lifts his hand to Megumi’s forehead and lifts his bangs. He presses a kiss to his forehead, leaving his lips mere centimeters from it after (Can he feel the love I have for him?).
“I forgive you. They will forgive you. Even if they don’t, you will always have me. Always.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He grasps Megumi’s hands to the point that he knows it is painful (Can he feel pain here?). He needs Megumi in the moment. “I need you to believe me. Have hope in me.”
“I don’t have any left.”
“Gather some up. I know you have bits and pieces in you. Do it for me, Megs.”
His voice begins to shake. The dread in his stomach is spreading and is forcing its way into his vocal cords and tear ducts (Can he see how much I need him here?)
“I need you, Megumi. You are all I have left. I can’t live without you. I can’t do this by myself. I will be with you the rest of your life and into the next one. You will never be alone. I just need yo-“
He cuts himself off when Megumi looks at him. He can see the depths of Megumi’s sorrow in his watery blue eyes, but there is a sprinkle of something else. He cups Megumi’s cheek with his palm, the other hand moving to hold his waist (Can you please come back to me?).
“Please come back to me.” He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against Megumi’s. “I’m begging you.”
“Okay.”
He pulls back and opens his eyes. He isn’t surrounded by black with a white halo accent. He is back in a crumbled city. Yuta is standing beside him, katana in a defensive stance. He can hear Rika growing beside him. He focuses his eyes in front of him, the pain in his fists distracting him some.
Sukuna (Megumi?) is standing there, seemingly dazed. He hears Yuta’a confused curses beside him. Sukuna twitches and emotions switch on and off his face.
Suddenly, Sukuna collapses to the ground. Yuuji runs over and crouches next to the body. The extra limbs and face piece disintegrate into dust, marks disappearing off of Megumi’s lean body. The only remaining mark of Sukuna on his body are the slits under his eyes (We match, sadly.).
He grabs Megumi’s body and holds him. Tears leak out of his eyes uncontrollably as he rocks Megumi’s body back and forth. Horrible sounding coughs erupt from his throat, the taste of iron appearing in his mouth from upholding the soul technique for too long. His chest is on fire. He ignores the bitter taste and pain and continues to hold Megumi like he will turn into dust if he lets go.
His mouth is rushed with blood and he spits it out, careful to not get a single drop onto Megumi. He feels Megumi stir into consciousness. He holds Megumi’s face in his hands, like the most precious jewel on the planet.
Megumi’s eyes open. Blue gleams in the sunlight, instead of red. Megumi reaches his hand up to place it on top of the hands on his cheeks. He leans down to press a watery kiss to Megumi’s chapped lips. It is gentle, yet holds all of their plans for the future in it. He lifts back up with a watery smile.
“Welcome back, Megs.”
“I missed you, Yuuji.”