Chaos

Inefficaciously, Elska sighs.

"I am going to get the hang of this if its the last thing I do!"

That's the least of her concerns right now though and has to admit that she loves how endearing the prince is when he does it for her anyways.

Naoya chuckles and finishes tying her obi.

"Yeah, we'll see about that."

There's still laughter resonating in his breath as he finishes the bow and brushes down the fabric to straighten it all out. He walks around to the front of her to see the end result, elated over how she wears his Zenin blue.

"Perfection!"

He smiles while stepping near, gracefully extending a hand that intertwines their fingers.

"Choso and Itadori should be here any minute now; I've already messaged Toji as well."

But Naoya grimaces after mentioning it since he's still noticeably on edge about having to go face his cousin after the wing incident. He hears a knock on the door and without moving from Elska offers them to come in.

"El!" 

She's wrapped into Naoya when the door opens but Itadori's familiar voice finds her and causes her head to jerk upwards before her feet excitedly usher her towards Yuuji. Elska benevolently smiles to Choso but opens her arms for her junior as they collide.

"Itadori! I am so glad you're alright!"

She hugs him as if he was still a teen and then places her hands on his shoulders.

"Same...because I heard about what happened."

Naoya perceives Yuuji's attention switch to himself, cautiously looking him over as if to pass judgement. He would usually scoff at this but the Zenin understands why and actually finds himself happy that the greener shaman isn't so naively trusting of others.

'Good kid.'

Itadori looks back to Elska but lowers his volume to inconspicuously investigate into a whisper.

"El, has he hurt you at all? Toji didn't seem to think that guy was a friend last time."

Stunned but comprehending the issue, Elska giggles and clarifies that not only has Naoya only been good to her, she's positive that he wouldn't harm her either.

This warms Naoya, the confidence she holds in his feelings. There's this uncanny sensation of peace and finality that engulfs him whenever he's met with the sensitivity that Elska brings him to. Its as if he were once steel that has since been melted down and reforged, transfigured. Instead of being a blade, Naoya has been refashioned into a shield.

The tension diffuses once Itadori accepts Elska's words for truth, granting the Zenin the ability to release a small portion of his anxiety. The two continue catching up while his amber eyes now switch over towards Choso.

"I will begin mapping the portal whenever you are ready."

Naoya smiles and nods, grateful for his new ally that could be mistaken as a lotus flower as they currently dwell in the murkiest of swamps

"Thanks, Cho."

Before comfortable enough to embark Naoya makes his way back over to Elska, inadvertently interrupting, and gently grabs her hands. Her features seem to glow, cascading the Zenin in a shadow of shame as he gathers being reunited with Yuuji probably could've happened sooner than this. Everything about this situation and his involvement of their capture continues to eat away at his conscience but further urges him to make things right.

"I will be back as soon as I can baby…don't forget what I said about the wall."

One of his hands reaches for her chin as they bend into each other for a simple but sensual kiss. Once they pull away, Naoya stares into her for an extended period of time and mauls over his concerns over leaving her behind. Having her escape wouldn't be good enough though.

They have to kill Getou to create her safety.

He brings her fingers to his lips.

"You two, please take care of her while I'm gone…" 

Finally, he turns to leave but doesn't release her hand until he steps away far enough to break their connection. Choso's energy swirls into a floating focal point, brandishing them all with a breeze as the two dimensions interlock. Knowing he's seconds away from facing Toji, Naoya's nerves begin to bundle up until Elska's voice cuts through the chaos.

"Tell Toji I said karaoke."

Naoya isn't sure of the significance but accepts the message anyways. He takes his last glance of everyone in the room before orienting towards the dark portal and proceeds to step.

 "Naoya, wait!"

He stops moving when she says his name and sighs for the efforts he's having to exert into leaving but turns to her regardless of it layering his reluctance.

"Please, be careful."

Elska's concerned eyes remind him of the importance of strength, forcing himself to recompose confidently.

"I will be, I have my princess to return to after all."

Seconds after saying this, he heads through the portal and they all watch as it siphons to a close.

Elska heavily sighs.

She knew she'd miss Naoya but as soon as his presence could no longer be sensed her entire mood dropped. These four walls that they have come to share register to her as the middle ground needed to finally see each other clearly but she knows she needs to get out. Their little royal fantasy also cannot exist beyond this room though and so she sits with the developments of Naoya planning an exodus with mixed emotions.

'How is this going to work when we're home?'

She has no idea how the dynamic will turn out as far as Naoya, Toji and Sati will go so the pit forms in her chest with growing concerns over Naoya's heading to her beloved as they breathe.

'Will they understand?'

Choso has been silent as he feels awkward overseeing Itadori and Elska's reunion. They haven't seen each other since they were abducted and can gather that they're pretty close as they continue exchanging stories. He smiles to them both and clears his throat as he thinks of a quick excuse to give them at least a few minutes of privacy, already trusting that they're all on the same side.

"Ahem."

Itadori takes notice to the being first and asks what's wrong.

"Nothing at all. I just remembered that I left something out of place in my office. I will go correct this error."

Even his words were awkward.

Yuuji grins with a thumbs up.

"We'll be okay for a few! I'll stay put."

Elska chimes in.

"Go do what you gotta do!"

"Alright, I'll return shortly."

Choso innocently nods as he heads out of the room; it'll only be a few minutes and he really wants them to be comfortable.

Elska watches the door shut and hears Choso's footsteps gaining distance. She really had the wrong idea about him before when she feared he was something awful. His presence, though there is something instinctively foreboding about him, now brings her ease as she feels safe around the being.

"I really like him Itadori, I'm glad you have him in your li-…"

But before she can finish turning around Elska feels something cold tightly cinching her neck which sends her hands up to pry it away. Another hard substance entangles her wrists, quickly hoisting them above her head, rising until her toes are barely making contact with the floor. Elska fights for control over her own limbs until a ravenous growl enters her ears, temporarily paralyzing her as she recognizes Sukuna.

 "I was promised something and I'm here to collect…"

His voice is raspy and lingers as he circles to the front of her suspended body. She's unable to speak, he's made sure of that but the absolute shock on her face tickles him to where he can't help but grin as he watches her struggle.

"You have your silver shaman to thank for this..."

He licks his lips as he sends his hands around the curves of her body not caring as he shifts her yukata around.

"I've been extremely patient."

He rips the front of her robes open trying to see her bare again like before but they're fastened together under the obi pretty well.

Sukuna's rough use of hands violate her skin but she's also fearful that Itadori is also present somewhere inside being forced to witness this against his will. She's able to muster up some noises of disapproval and squirms to his presence on her skin but his larger than normal fingers wrap around her forearm where he fleetingly pauses.

Momentarily hazed by grokking, the King of Curses laughs madly upon apprehending that Elska's skin remains flawless of burns.

"Compatibility."

Elska can only view him with wide eyes as Sukuna studies her and mumbles under his breath about how he was right about her all along. The pressure of having all four of his eyes trained on her though sends her into a bout of flight or fight.

She chooses to fight.

He stands back to marvel at the scene he's created and is overly excited about having this experience. Her terror to his mere existence puzzles him however since it would prove that she's no closer to understanding her purpose than she was when she was a merely hopeful thought.

"You have no idea still, do you wench?"

"F-uck...you!"

Sukuna grunts with enthusiasm before rushing to hover over her with his elongated nails at her neck.

"I don't think you understand your situation very well. Your fangs, wench. Use them and feed from me or I'll make it where you don't have a fucking choice."

He loosens the chain around her neck so he can hear her cooperation but all she does is thrash around and struggle more.

"I see."

Elska yelps when he begins to pierce the skin of her throat with his claws. 

"It seems like you want to do this the hard way…"

His laugh grows to new menacing heights as his eyes witness the spilling of her perfect blood.

"That's fine with me."

Sukuna applies further pressure into her and moans with pleasure when her eyes tear up. He bites his bottom lip and reaches down to hoist her left thigh to align his body.

Elska feels him cutting into her but she's unsure of how she should retaliate. In no way shape or form does she wish to cause harm to Itadori but she's also quickly losing this encounter and hardly has any options.

'Why does he want me to feed from him…and what does Sati have to do with any of this?!'

She shuts her eyes, refusing to bite Sukuna; not wanting him to know everything that comes with it's penetration. His hand is scratching her lifted leg, slowly but deeply raking the skin away as he plans to bleed her into desperation.

'How did this even happen? Why now?'

Feeling completely overpowered and frustrated Elska releases a strained cry that ends up taking the form of Naoya's name.

Suddenly she feels a gust of wind and hears a loud dense crash before her arms fall from overhead limply to her sides. Elska drops to her knees and attempts to heave in air while her widened eyes are stuck on the floor. She hears Sukuna struggling somewhere behind her a few feet away and tears up as she thinks Naoya really did save her. She's so relieved but upon looking up with a loving smile, a cold chill floods up her spine as she comprehends that the man before her is actually Getou.

"I have no idea what you're even fucking doing in here Sukuna...but I like the way you think."

Suguru kicks Elska in the chin hard causing her head to fly back and land into a supine position. He sits down over her and takes in her disheveled appearance, tugging her yukata open more as he seethes.

"Little Naoya isn't coming to your rescue…"

He's feeling pretty happy with how this day is going now as he's been dying to get his hands on Elska again. She's still coming to from the impact of his assault as he lowers himself over her and licks up her chest towards her collar bone.

"So soft."

Getou hums pleasantries while slyly reaching back into the waistband of his suit pants to brandish a uniquely golden knife.

"I am also very curious about this feeding process. Do you steal the souls of men? Control them to do your bidding?"

Suguru can only assume the unimaginable after noting the changes in Toji and Zenin.

As her dazed eyes meet his, he raises his eyebrows and arm slowly in sick anticipation while grinning widely as if to convey its all a sick joke. Once accumulating Elska's confusion, Getou stabs her in the left shoulder but takes it a step further and twists the blade into her flesh to worsen the wound.

"Are you going to answer me, you worthless whore?"

Elska roars at him so viciously that Getou ducks his head back in surprise as that noise does not sound like it should leave a woman.

"So fucking defiant!"

Pissed, Suguru pulls the blade out of her left shoulder and slams into her right one but this time it pierces through Elska and into the floor so he's unable able to freely wrench it around. Her body arches to the pain regardless but he's shocked when she only seems to become angrier instead of weaker.

"And too much spunk…"

Usually this kind of rebellious behavior would purely agitate him by now but he just finds far too much pleasure in Elska's suffering. He removes the blade to encourage her bleeding and anxiety, adding to it by broadly licking the side of the knife with salacious eyes. His horrific smile eerily vanishes when he tastes her blood though, discovering something imperative.

She feels dizzy but is not willing to give Getou the satisfaction of seeing her falter. Unfortunately though, it doesn't take but a single glance to understand that the fiend has gained awareness about her blood's healing properties. The distinguishing pheromones simmer to a boil within as she's lost a lot of blood but that's also another thing she refuses to let him discover. The way his caliginous eyes inspect her forces Elska through an emulsion of emotions; all of which motivate her with hope.

'If I can get from underneath him maybe I'll have a chance to make it to the wall!'

Elska's determined eyes flash over to where Naoya once pointed but she immediately returns them to the monster above.

Getou's raising the knife overhead again and seems to be on a mission to make her submit, leading her to wonder how much more blood she can really lose before everything falls apart. She tries lifting herself underneath him but he's a tall man and barely budges. The knife is set down about a foot from her head but solace is scarce when he grabs her wrists to pin above her head and forcibly places himself between her legs; resistance only slowing the process.

'Naoya…'

Her heart breaks when she thinks of how Naoya will feel knowing this occurred while he was gone. As she remembers his warmth and sweet gaze, she's brought back to the first time they met. The Zenin was different back then but when he was hit with the pheromones, she was put in a similar but much less disastrous of a situation.

'Maybe I should bite this fucker…'

She glares up to Getou as he seems to be making himself comfortable between her thighs.

Sukuna, after having expelled some of the gravity technique, shouts his offense to the growing debacle.

"That's MY fucking bite you piece of shit T-…"

But Getou's attention immediately is sent to Sukuna to increase the force over and plunge him deeper into the wall. His core becomes lodged so far that only hands and feet are left viewable.

"ITADORI!"

Elska cries for the shell of her cornered junior shaman that is no longer able speak or fight back.

"I have fucking HAD IT WITH YOUUU!!!!!" 

She screams into Getou and uses all of her strength to buck her upper half up under his weight and calls for her wings.

The white and grey-tipped feathers rip out of her instantaneously, again.

Getou strikes her in the face causing her half-elevated body to sway over to the left but Elska smirks through the sting as this gave her wing enough clearance to curl around her and into him. She concentrates on their transformation and when they take their sturdier form, she aims one straight for his neck.

"Can't even save your own life..."

Suguru, staying true to never underestimating her predictability, perceives the tip of Elska's wing that struck through his chest and although it hurts, he laughs in amusement.

"You must want me to take this one too!" 

Suguru's eyes narrow to her excitedly, figuring she's not thought this through and activates his gravity technique on her. He's tugged forward as her wing is snagged out of him and she's crushed into the wood but his smile returns while he gradually increases the pressure until the bones of her wings audibly snap like a pile of twigs. Elska writhes in pain but pays it no mind as he dips down and licks the blood painting her semi-covered breasts from the knife wounds. He cackles lowly to himself while drinking in her essence as he can already tell his chest is starting to heal.

Elska's pain is beginning to subside but its because her physiological make up is sheltering her in preparation for the pheromones. She's extremely weak now and is unsure how she is going to escape this as Getou's tongue and lips travels all over her. Tears leave her eyes that have reached a glow; she can see their hues through her blurring vision. Next, her body begins to heat up rapidly.

"No…Please…No…"

She sobs to herself as Getou seems to be able to sense them already judging by how he's inhaling deeply by her ear.

"I fucking knew it was you."

Getou huffs the slight scent into his lungs, impetuously feeling that same antagonistic urge to conquer her as before.

He releases the gravity over her as he can tell she's too injured to fight now but in this same breath, confesses his sadism.

"I wish Naoya were here right now too actually…"

Suguru whispers into her ear before biting her lobe and fumbling with his pants.

"I would love to see the stupid fucking look on his face while I rail his precious little princess."

Elska desperately wants to correct him and explain that she would shred his dick into pretty little slices but not before dismembering him so he can helplessly watch but her eyes are no longer under her control and begin to roll back.

"I don't think so bitch."

Getou open palm slaps Elska to prevent her from losing consciousness.

"I want you nice and alert..."

Suguru's mental state continues to devolve over the madness from the hinted scent.

In a lustful craze, he grabs himself at the base and leans his hips down, pushing his tip in.

"You are all mine now…are you ready to break for me little one?"

She cries for Naoya again but then Satoru as well; both expressions enthralling a thrill through his body.

Between her strange energy and the unusual scent, Suguru's beginning to understand why Elska's held in such high regard with his clan. He moans over her as he progresses through his intentions, prodding her most delicate areas like a tourist with zero self accountability.

Her face still stings from where he struck her but she wishes she could just not be aware for everything going on. He's edging in. Her entire being revolts to his touch when she feels the demon slowly force himself through her.

"Get off… of me!"

He doesn't seem phased by her plight, he actually seems stimulated by it.

"Why would I do that when you're surprisingly tight?"

He snickers while trying to make eye contact but she turns her head away and tries to focus on anything else; desperately squirming with all of her remaining might. Her chin is pulled back towards him though and his cold eyes excitedly take to her until they suddenly widen. Getou's monstrous features wash over with fear before his scleras are turning completely black and he starts choking on nothing.

"YOUR LIFE ENDS NOW."

Choso was able to grab the back of Getou's skull and unleash something of his own as Suguru was too preoccupied with his malicious administrations to even notice him.

Black energy tightly wraps around Choso's arm from the now waving line across his face as he rips Getou's head back by the hair, forcing his body off of Elska. Getou's unable to move or probably even comprehend what's happening as Choso climbs over him and places both hands on his head, sending more of the black energy into Getou.

"YOU WILL HURT NO ONE ELSE."

With his fingers digging around the back, Choso exerts pressure into Getou's frontal lobe with his thumbs.

"MY BROTHERS."

He's raging by this point as the black energy begins to rapidly swirl, engulfing them both into an constantly changing, incomplete sphere.

"THAT WOMAN."

Getou begins seizing and foaming at the mouth underneath, convulsing as Choso's energy violently liquefies his brain. The being's broken voice can go no higher in volume as he continues to scream over Suguru's now motionless body.

She's fading in and out but she sees Choso over top Getou but is shaken by how brutally ominous Choso's presence is. It's terrifying how the being seamlessly overpowered him and the reaction is only multiplied as she studies the effects it had on Getou's body.

"Cho-so…"

Elska tries to reach out for him while he continues to scream over Getou's now still form. The once admittedly somewhat handsome villain's skin has become something akin to waterlogged; discoloration of purple and brown blotches breaking sections of skin. Her eyes meet Suguru's lifeless ones but they look as though they were about a second away from popping out.

Bewilderment pushes her to cry out for Choso again but it's as if he's stuck in that moment and unable to relinquish himself from it.

"Holy shit!"

Sukuna is now free from the wall and healing himself effortlessly.

"That's pretty a pretty interesting technique you've got there hybrid..." 

Sukuna inspects the broken being and drinks in the absolute rage exuding from him.

"Cuhtli..."

Too many things are lining up to be coincidental now which gives Sukuna even more evidence that support his suspicions.

Getou gurgles from releasing air and his mouth pours spittle, blood and foam.

"I haven't seen anyone with this guy's gravity technique since I was a wee curse…what a waste!"

'Is it truly though? Is what I'm seeing a waste?'

His focus switches to Elska who seems to be slowly trying to crawl towards Choso and figures it's probably to feed so he kneels down next to her and hoists her into his lap.

"Come here…you poor thing."

He mocks through his teething grin as he wraps his arms underneath her to hold her still.

"There is still a deal to be met."

Choso, who is not himself, breathes heavily with shaking hands over Getou's body, black tears falling from his face staining the man below him. He notices Sukuna pick up Elska and with absolutely no patience remaining, charges over and places his palm to the curses head.

"SLEEP."

The tattoo marks fade from Sukuna; Itadori takes form and falls backwards into the floor from his knees.

"I'm sorry brother, I had to…"

Choso laments over having to bear force over his brother while lifting Elska's broken and wounded body, struggling with her wings.

He feels an immense wave of failure as he thinks about Naoya and reaches for his phone.

"Elska, stay with me, he'll be here soon, I promise."

He dials his phone and sets it down on the floor in speaker mode as he begins to heal Elska with his technique.

"Cho what is it? Is something wrong?!"

Naoya is already aware that something is off.

"I'm sending a portal, there's no time to talk…just get back here as soon as it opens."

Choso's still battling that immense hatred he's kept bottled neatly inside for so long but also is able to push it aside since he needs to act fast. 

With worried and still blackened eyes, the being tries to pick Elska up but her wings are smashed and fractured causing him difficulty. When she groans, he urgently dips his head and arms lower to get a better grasp around her, unable to fully close in as she's slippery and covered in blood. Choso's bottom lip trembles once considering all the pain she must be in, cursing himself for not having considered Sukuna as a possibility.

In the process repositioning Elska though, she instinctively sinks her fangs into him and the shock alone initially destroys his concentration on the portal and healing. The warmth that cycles through him now seems to melt away all of the fury that consumed his heart minutes before. Choso's eyes are half lidded and rolling in the back of his head as he's not experienced anything even remotely close to this; fighting back the sounds that try to leave his lips. His mind takes to when she fed off of Naoya in front of him.

Choso understands his reaction now.

She moans into his ear as she suckles and Choso doesn't know what to do other than heat himself into a fright as the pleasure circulates through. A whimper escapes him, now fearing that this is far too intimate as he thinks about Naoya and refocuses to creating the portal.

He closes his eyes as he navigates the route but he crosses the threads when she licks his neck and then whines pleasurably into him.

"This is bad…"

Choso takes notice of his own arousal and starts panicking as he remembers that he just needs to get Naoya back here for her.

He closes them once more and creates the routes to Naoya but burns the threads generating a wrong intersection when she whimpers herself. He's gasping involuntarily once he feels her weight resting into his ever-growing erection.

"This is really not good."

He can't deny that he's feeling things that are confusing him right now, being that they're about Elska but he's also not so easily bent to act upon them. She mumbles Naoya's name so he decides he needs to keep trying but first looks down to see if he can see any improvement in her wounds. Her left shoulder looks significantly better but he's curious as to why she's not healing as fast as she did when feeding from Naoya. His eyes then linger as he gathers the straining visual of her hands resting against his chest and how her legs have ended up on both sides of him. His eyes widen before he shuts them hastily as he's reminded of her and Gojo from the time he watched them using his Observer's technique.

Surely, something similar isn't about to occur?

She shifts her weight over him and sends a hand through his hair, grazing her nails along his scalp. 

"AaAhh…"

Choso's whole body shudders in response and he finds himself panting while rocking his head to follow her touch.

"El…Elska, it's me…"

She grips some of his hair and tugs his head back as she leans against his chest more. He releases a long and deep groan while catching himself with the arm outstretched behind him into the floor to bear their weight as she cages him in.

"I'm…I'm Choso…"

He vaguely hears her say Naoya's name again and jolts with purpose before closing his eyes to map for the third try. Being extremely determined, he's finally able to thread the paths correctly and releases a huge sigh of relief as he just has to wait about 30 seconds before he's sure to see Naoya walking back through it. Elska continues to pull from him but Choso does his best to platonically melt in her hold.

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Naoya is still apprehensive about meeting with Toji but knows this is for the best.

He exits the portal into a dark room, wondering if it's the wrong one until he's stiffening to Toji's novel presence from the shadows. He turns towards his older cousin but is gifted with only a silhouette accompanied by red glowing eyes.

"Y-you have cursed energy now?"

Naoya asks this rather calmly but stands there feeling a little unnerved by Toji's silence. He hears him take in a deep breath and then grunt before noticing that he's moving closer for Naoya to have a visual.

"If you're alive and well then WHY THE FUCK DID WE RECEIVE HER WING?!"

Toji is already on edge from not having fed and his body is screaming through his cells to fix that. He was not doing so from Gojo however even after being offered daily by the twisted cock and Shoko simply needs more time.

As he nears Naoya, Toji picks up on the aroma lingering around the pampered blonde and becomes instantly triggered by it. He grabs Naoya's throat and shoves him back into the wall.

"YOU SMELL JUST LIKE ELSKA."

His eyes illuminate and his fangs form as he belts out an animalistic howl that Naoya flinches to. Wired by thin strings of patience, the giant hones in on Naoya's face, glaring as he speaks.

"She's fucking all over you…EXPLAIN YOURSELF."

Toji is assuming the worst after seeing Naoya's physically fine but hasn't heard of her condition at all. He thinks the younger Zenin must have forced himself on his doll since he's watched him try once before already. The very thought of her being taken advantage of ramps his adrenaline up a notch.

"What did you DO TO HER?"

His voice fills the room while he simultaneously pushes Naoya harder into the wall.

Naoya is allowing Toji to pin him, feeling he deserves at least this much. He can't even bring himself to be spiteful to the reaction since he knows well enough that what happened with her wing will not be so easily forgiven. He's not sure what to say out of fearing it will only sound like an excuse and he's genuinely wanting to level with Toji over this but he also knows he's short on time.

"To-ji…we have to get…them out of there."

His constricted throat is making it hard for him to communicate.

"We…have to…kill Getou."

Toji releases his neck but Naoya's coughing as he attempts to regain his respiration but after a few moments, he looks up and apologizes for ever taking her.

"I shouldn't have stayed with Getou, regardless of my reasons and I shouldn't have brought her around him…"

Naoya's beginning to feel a little sorry for himself when he assumes that Toji must find him to be pretty fucking pathetic but he brushes that aside to stand upright with poise.

"Her and the kid are in danger, they need to get the fuck away but that won't be enough! Help me defeat him!"

Toji growls, crossed by the hand being dealt by Zenin's decisions.

"Oh I'm going to slaughter that fucker don't you worry…"

But the giant also retracts his arm and connects a hard right to Naoya's face, sending the so-called prodigy sliding backwards down against the wall.

"Right after I deal with you…"

Toji is unsure why he's feeling so incredibly violent right now but as Elska's natural scent fills the room in her absence, tortured is the only way to describe how desperately he wants to see her.

'Master…'

These past days have been excruciating for him. He's remained alone in fear of attacking others all while drowning in the inadequacy felt over losing Elska and Yuuji.

"Toji, we don't have time for this PLEASE…"

Naoya raises his fists to block himself.

"You can do whatever you want to me later just please, talk to me!"

The pleading blonde receives an upper cut that he doesn't even have time to dodge and stumbles backwards over the short coffee table. As soon as Naoya's back hits the ground though, he's swiftly rolling away from the furniture to regain footing. Frustration mixes with anxiety; every minute he wastes here is another minute that Elska is at the base without him.

"GOD DAMN IT, TOJI! LISTEN TO ME!"

"WHY DO YOU SMELL LIKE HER, NAOYA?! TELL ME!"

Toji's scowl deepens as he waits for the answer but grows tired of the lack of one and accumulates energy to send into Naoya.

His cousin's amber eyes glaring back at him convinces Toji this was just the fight he was looking for. He's blinded by Elska's scent and rage when he hurls the attack in Naoya's direction; it feels like she's screaming with him. Toji sends another aimlessly out not understanding why he's so disconnected yet ferocious.

The mental anguish he's experiencing as he hears her, senses her but cannot see her is driving the giant mad.

"Do you not CARE?! ELKSA NEEDS OUR HELP!"

Naoya uses his projection technique to end up behind him, sending his own cursed energy infused attack into Toji's back.

"We need to work together you stubborn old dick!"

Naoya can tell he's even more irritated by that quick little exchange when Toji tilts his head up and cries out to form his wings. Watching the bones claw through his skin forces Naoya's eyes to widen but is finally shaken enough to step back when their size is revealed.

"Shit."

"Listen here boy…"

Toji tackles Naoya to the ground and uses his mass to hold him there while, snarling above him.

"You're going to give her BACK."

The giant's angry beyond reason since the chaos within him threatens to infect and then split him at the seams like an overstuffed plush.

His eyes are still glowing but they soften when Toji senses are relieved by Elska's lingering God given perfume.

"Give her…"

The truculence turned nature he now abides by coerces his need to feed but Toji tries to reason with himself and clarify that Naoya is beneath him, not her.

"GOD DAMN IT ZENIN!"

The tribulation Toji feels from refusing his urges burns him alive from the inside causing his wings to flail frantically around them.

"Fuck…"

He breathes in the air over Naoya's body and his brow furrows hungrily.

"I have to…"

Naoya wheezes defensively.

"You have to WHAT?!"

Naoya's anxiety shoots through the roof over Toji's sudden switch in demeanor as he can tell he's struggling with something. 

"What the fuck is going on with you, Toji?!"

The Zenin tries to push himself up from the floor but Toji merely reinforces his weight over him.

"Hold the fuck up! What the fuck are you about to do?"

Naoya's eyes are nervously wide and reluctantly observe Toji's glossy, half lidded ones meet his.

"Cousins! WE ARE COUSINS!!"

Battling himself on whether or not to attack again, Naoya disparagingly discerns that he's left without a choice if he wants to protect his literal ass but before he can do anything, Toji dives down into Naoya's neck.

"OW WHAT THE FU-.."

Naoya's in a state of shock while his brain flounders the registration that he's become a meal.

Terrified, he's struggles to imagine how this will play out with Elska being his only reference for this situation. The fear itself motivates him to violently squirm when Toji moans in between gulps; the air he exhales flaunting across the skin of Naoya's throat and ear.

"Y-you are NOT FUCKING ME!"

The Zenin so scared that he doesn't immediately notice that Toji's fangs were not pleasurable at all to him, they actually hurt.

Becoming progressively more skittish by the sensual vibe radiating from his cousin, Naoya again attempts to remove Toji from over top of him. In response however, Toji slams his massive palm into the floor so ruthlessly that it smashes through it right next to Naoya's head to warn his annoyance.

Now feeling extremely defensive, the petrified blonde begins to build up energy in his hands to forcefully eradicate him but the doors kicked through and who Naoya sees haloing in light from the hallway fills him with even more dread.

"MY-FUCKING-LUCK-I-SWEAR-TO-GOD!"

"Ahhh...see, I thought I sensed my favorite Zenin…"

Gojo meant to make a grandiose entrance but finds himself somewhat speechless when he notices Naoya trapped on the floor beneath a feeding Toji. He laughs his confusion while flipping the light switch to gain a better understanding, unable to withstand also dishing a dash of jealousy.

"So maybe its not me! I had no idea Toji preferred to keep it in the family!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP MAN!"

Satoru proceeds to giggle over how helpless Naoya is as he nears the pair though he's annoyed with how the giant continues to ignore him. He squats down beside them with a pensive expression but tenderly brushes Naoya's bangs from his eyes.

"You're lucky I like you so much otherwise I'd just let him drain you dry."

Naoya, suspiciously not feeling great about Satoru Gojo saying that to him prepares for a witty rebuttal but he's left without words when Toji groans and shifts his weight for accessibility. He wails with a cracking voice.

"GOJO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GET HIM OFF OF MEEEE! THIS IS FUCKING WEIRD!"

Satoru can easily tell by the Zenin's face that he's feeling a bit woozy meanwhile Toji's intensity feverishly grows.

"Hmm...well, since you asked nicely…"

Gojo stands up and walks behind Toji and grabs him by the wings.

"Come on big guy!"

His tug procures Toji's savage aggression that produces sounds similar to what a rabid dinosaur might have sounded like. Satoru thought it this was some priceless shit at first but now he's actually concerned.

'What exactly is going on here?'

Gojo tugs again at Toji's wings to give Naoya enough space to slink out from under him but the giant flaps them around until Satoru loses his grasp. He glances down to the paling Naoya who's eyes speak another quiet but desperate plea.

"Alright, that's ENOUGH."

Gojo kicks Toji off to which the newly revitalized man is finally knocked out of his trance and falls over.

Naoya hurriedly scrambles away and engages his projection to dash away before placing his back against the farthest wall possible.

"I can't b-believe..."

Holding his neck to slow the bleeding, nausea sways the bewildered Zenin from how much Toji took. His blurred vision finds Gojo who he then breathlessly nods his appreciation to for the assistance but the lingering uncertainty over their actions remain plaguing.

Toji goes to stand up but falters initially.

"Doll..."

Those same massive but kinder hands are running down his face, his mind coming to terms with him causing something unnatural to take place.

Naoya points to his cousin but frantically addresses Gojo.

"Is he even alright?! Why the fuck did he just fucking do that?!"

The giant shakes his head, still rather dazed but embarrassingly glances back to Naoya with his natural green hue.

"I uhhhh…"

Toji puts his hands to his head and releases his wings while he faces the fact that he just fed from Naoya while imagining Elska.

He has no idea what his face looks like right now but if it mirrors how he feels then Toji figures it must look pretty fucking ridiculous.

"Yeah...you're not Elska. I'm…sorry about all that?"

Toji didn't mean to make it sound like a question he's just still very unsure of himself.

Naoya apprehensively squeaks to his words and backs into the wall forgetting its as far as he can go.

"What do you even MEAN? OF COURSE I'M NOT ELSKA!!"

The Zenin sharply inhales when a terrible thought crosses his mind.

"Oh my God…what if Gojo...what if Gojo hadn't…"

Naoya's running over terrible outcomes.

"…You know what? Never mind. No one answer that."

Toji walks directly towards him causing Naoya ram the wall again. He throws up both hands with extended arms to keep his space as personal as possible.

"I'M NOT ELSKA!"

Naoya screams when Toji brings his fingertips to the bite marks to close them but as soon as he comprehends what's happening a wave of incredible relief washes over.

"By the way boy, why the hell do you taste like a bag of sugar?"

Toji tone sounds agitated but its because he's also freaked out and clueless as to why he'd attack him like that.

Gojo bursts into laughter over the question, unsure of how this could become any more comical.

Ignoring it all, the Zenin focuses on settling his heart but wastes no time in trying to speak with Toji again.

"Will you listen to me now?!"

Naoya expected this whole ordeal to be rocky but never would have anticipated this train of events. He still can't shake the feeling of Toji unraveling on top of him; just the thought of it sends him into convulsive shivers.

"Jesus that was NOT COOL."

Gojo chimes in, playing on his own jealousy once more but surprisingly means no ill will.

"Well its probably because the last time he fed was when Elska was here and he refused my offers."

Naoya eyes them both in a way that makes it clear that he's questioning what kind of relationship Gojo and Toji share.

"Look kid, I could hear you before I just couldn't listen…"

Toji inhales deeply to regain composure but his senses start firing off all over again and officially ascertaining why his starving body did what it did. Squinting, he raises a finger, spitefully reinstating anger.

"And its because her fucking scent is all over you!" 

Gojo's presence darkens instantly, mutating the atmosphere.

"Hey...Zenin."

Naoya's cautious eyes meet his own.

"Did you fuck my Elska?"

Satoru gives the stunned man a moment to digest but can tell by Naoya's hesitancy to answer that it must be a yes.

"You think you can just fuck my love? What the fuck makes you think you're allowed to do that?"

Gojo becomes reacquainted with that merciless cold feeling that he's felt most of his life as he questions Zenin.

 Everything was fucking fantastic before he and Toji intervened under Getou.

Naoya's about had it with these two and feels leaving Elska was completely pointless as he's about to give up on trying to reason with them. Gojo repeats his question again but this time Naoya look to with resolve. Everything feels so fictitious in this moment but there is one thing he holds sheer assurance in so he relays it genuinely and with fortitude.

"Its because I love her."

The room falls silent but the tension could buffer noise regardless.

Gojo, slightly taken aback by the honesty strides a few steps closer to Naoya.

"So you thought you could fuck her, lover boy?"

The resentment in Satoru's voice swings to the forefront as he's aware of the undeniable chemistry between her and Naoya.

"I don't know what's wrong with everyone but you are aware that Elska Oda is MY WOMAN, RIGHT? MINE."

Gojo whines woefully since it's obvious more competition has entered the race.

"There are literally millions of other women out there so why the FUCK is everyone after MINE?"

Wild with emotions, Satoru reminds himself of the absolute despair he feels over his love's abduction and how he's positive that if he didn't have a few screws loose before, he certainly does now.

"If you twat waffles won't help me with Getou then I'll just have to do it by myself!"

Naoya's disheartened as he hoped that their love for Elska would have shown through their anger for him.

"How is sex all you fucking seem to be worried about? BOTH OF YOU?"

"Oh we're going to help alright…"

Gojo, mixed into emotions, takes the last few steps necessary to be within reach of Naoya.

"But first, tell me Zenin…and this is important."

Naoya swallows down, preparing himself for whatever may come to pass until the words leave Gojo and in turn, leave him mortified.

"Did you make my love feel good?"

Unbothered by the judgment, Satoru slinks closer with a hushed tone.

"You fucking better have…"

Naoya and Toji both snap back their heads to this.

"Excuse me?!"

Naoya can't tell if he's serious or joking but finds that Gojo's response makes his skin crawl.

"Gojo you sick fuck, this is not the time for your perversions."

Toji is disgusted by his attitude over the matter but shifts his gaze back to Naoya.

"Is she alright?"

"Yes. She is right now at least…"

Naoya tries to remain sturdy while the topic forces him to think back to Getou stealing her wing; shudders reflexively.

"Elska wanted me to tell you that she says 'Karaoke'."

Naoya witnesses them both light up and clings to another wave of relief, feeling saved from discussing their sex life with Gojo. The silver shaman's eyes retain a stormy appearance though which composes him to stay alert.

"You know...I almost blew up the entire city when I found it."

Gojo has his head tilted in a maniacal manner.

"I was going to kill everyone…still fucking might."

A malevolent grin takes over his expression as he walks his fingers up Naoya's arm to which the Zenin revolts and yanks his body away.

Naoya has no idea what's going on with these two but he's picking up on some really weird vibes. Gojo seems even crazier than before as he still cannot fathom the lack of focus to the task at hand.

'Is he really even worried about Elska?'

Gojo keeps trying to caress him leading Naoya to feel like he's about to snap because of the way they've both behaved.

"What the fuck is up with you Gojo?"

His annoyance rings through the air as he's prepared to have to fight him after all.

"Gee I don't know, I'm probably unrepairable now since my love was kidnapped and brutally fucking mangled NAOYA."

Satoru's words are vengeful but he's still grinning.

"And then I find out one of the men involved has been sticking his dick into her!"

Gojo laughs loudly to this as if he's at his wits end, to everyone's dismay

"AND THEN said fucker comes here, without her…"

Naoya backs away each time the he takes a menacing step closer, somewhat satisfying a tiny slice of ego.

"How do you think you would feel, Naoya? Hmmm?"

Harnessing his red technique, Satoru 's smile widens while he looms over Naoya, enjoying the reciprocated glare.

"He's trying to get her back to us you dumb fuck."

Toji inserts his arms between them and pushes Gojo away while using his right arm to bring Naoya behind him.

"Gojo, don't do this psychopathic shit again, save it for Getou."

But then he trains his emerald eyes to his cousin.

"And YOU! Elska better be unharmed or I swear to God, I will fuck you up so badly…you'll wish you never met her."

"I would never wish for that."

Naoya said it in such a matter-of-fact tone and so autonomously that he didn't even think before it came out; it leads to more.

"I regret that I had a hand in what Getou did…"

Naoya's remorse is visible easing Toji a little after hearing it.

"That fuc-...he crushed us both…made me watch the whole thing…"

His voice trails off as he doesn't feel this is the time for an exposé and additionally, the guilt he feels knowing Getou did it because of his own actions riddles him with discomfort.

"I just want her to be safe."

Gojo scowls at Naoya, torn between his odd affection for him and wanting to remove his head from his shoulders.

"We all want Getou dealt with…but when all of this is done Naoya, you and I are going to have a nice little chat."

Naoya nods as if he's completely fine with this, striking Gojo as odd being as he actually believes he'll endure whatever.

It's clear to him that Naoya is serious about her, he just wishes that wasn't the case so he's refusing to acknowledge outwardly. He won't lie to himself, he knows he has a weird thing for Naoya now too because of how she's drawn to him but he's also enjoying how uncomfortable he makes Zenin feel. Satoru can't help but send the Zenin a little wink to watch Naoya's face scrunch in a mixture of distress and aversion.

Just then though, Naoya's phone vibrates so he quickly reaches in his pocket to grab it. When he sees the caller he answers immediately.

"Cho what is it? Is something wrong?!"

A pit forms in his stomach.

"I'm sending a portal, there's no time to talk…just get back here as soon as it opens."

That's all Choso says though so he waits for more but only hears muffled sounds from the other end so he hangs up.

'Did something happen?!'

Naoya's beginning to sweat as he fears something has gone awry. 

"I have to go back but we need to fucking talk about this. Where is the fucking portal!?"

Naoya's eyes search the room but there's nothing to be seen. He starts to sense Choso's energy and becomes a little less anxious until it fades away completely.

'What does that mean? WHAT IS GOING ON?'

Toji and Gojo are looking at each other as they watch Naoya slowly turn into a train wreck which alarms them as well. Toji clears his throat.

"What is it Naoya?"

The blonde turns to face them.

"I'm bringing them back today."

Fidgeting with his blood-stained collar, Naoya once again relaxes once Choso's energy funnels in again.

"Getou will retaliate. Can you two be ready?"

 Gojo smiles wickedly.

"Lead him right to us…I am eager to gut gravity guy."

Satoru's almost not sure which will be more satisfying, having Elska in his arms again or having Getou bleeding out at his feet.

"FUCK!"

Choso's energy dissipates again forcing Naoya to picture that something happened to Choso too and perhaps he's too hurt to create the portal.

"Cho…come on…you can do this."

He doesn't want to even imagine what Choso being bested could mean.

Toji is also familiar with Choso's presence and is becoming unnerved as well. Twice now the mapping was unsuccessful and he's never known Choso to struggle with that technique.

"Boy…are you sure you've got this?"

Naoya is now trying to recenter his thoughts, preparing to have to use his ancient technique upon arrival. His presence grows significantly as he focuses an enormous amount of his energy and even overhears Toji cackle proudly as a golden light continuously encompasses his body.

'I know you can do this Choso...'

The loose items in the room begin to swirl around them all and as his encompassing energy climbs, he senses Toji and Gojo move away.

'Princess, I'm coming…'

Toji stands back with a dropped jaw while enduring the magnitude of power Naoya's harnessing. As soon as he saw the golden light he immediately understood what Naoya is capable of. Toji knew he was strong enough to be the heir but had no idea he could use Scalar Warfare.

He quickly glances to Gojo who seems to be infuriated by this demonstration and deduces that the silver shaman probably miscalculated his abilities this entire time as well. Toji's eyes shift back to the space in front of Naoya as the portal finally comes to be.

"Be ready."

Is all Naoya says before he leaps through it and causing the portal to disappear.