His Revenge

Megumi is still unsure of how to react to Satoru right now; he's never seen this side of his sensei before.

'Gojo can't seriously mean to murder everyone…'

Megumi's nervous dark green eyes shift to Toji while attempting to understand what's going on. His view snaps back though when Gojo stomps an energized foot into the already broken foundation; sending the appendage about 6 inches deeper into the amalgamated concrete mess.

"What of Zenin, huh? And Choso? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"

Gojo isn't even trying to hide the assumed betrayal while plotting against the entire world but indignation becomes a narcissistic injury when a stray fact arises.

"Getou fucking got both of them…"

Satoru hunches over on the ground, sitting to his toes now with her metal reminder in front of him.

Toji hasn't been able to say much but continues to scowl at Elska's disfigured wing. He perceives his colors that blend into her feathers through her recent transformation but couldn't feel more dislocated from her than he is right now. Nothing is certain to any of them but the giant has a hunch on something share-worthy.

"I don't know what the fuck is happening over there right now but there's no way Naoya had a hand in this, Gojo."

It wouldn't makes sense for Zenin to be apart of it since Toji is well aware of his interest in Elska despite the Zenin's history. The giant begins to feel his hands shake once connecting a couple of dots.

"I knew something was wrong…I could feel it!"

Toji turns to Megumi to reference the recent mission.

Distance was kept but Toji was always within reach while the junior shaman proved his abilities yet again. He cheered advice related to tenacity and form as if he were giving a real-time lesson; cackling to himself when Megumi would swear to his lecturing but heed the wisdom.

Right as Megumi was finishing off his target however, Toji found himself dropping to his knees in mental agony for a series of seconds. The pain felt wasn't localized so he had no way of immediately connecting it to Elska's wing but he was hyper aware of his master being in distress. With intuition taking the wheel, he snatched Megumi up and for the first time attempted to fly.

Megumi rubs his shoulder and recalls what it was like have his body drag along such a coarse structure.

"Yeah well the only thing I felt was the rooftop..."

It took Toji a few tumbles with the boy in tow to get the hang of it but once he got it down, the massive wings took them to Elska and Itadori's location.

Satoru scoffs, uninterested in anything other than his revenge.

"They all fucking die."

Gojo gives birth to another furious attack but orients back to his original view of the city. Corrosive thoughts harass his sanity, compulsively occupying his mind to the point where rationality has become a foreign concept.

'None of these worthless cunts deserve to live.'

Misplaced animosity and unwavering obsession ignites a flurry of amplified energy through Satoru's technique causing their entire area to radiate sharp shades of blue.

Megumi notices his sensei's directional switch and becomes alarmed by his aiming for the city again. Without thinking, the junior shaman runs and jumps to kick Gojo's arm aside.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS GOJO! THEY'RE INNOCENT!"

The boy is wide-eyed upon landing and realizing that he just attacked Gojo. Reluctance pulls his chin down against the faltered pride that raises his head up to those stormy, exacting eyes. His entire body solidifies when Satoru's lip curl down in obstinate annoyance.

Megumi doesn't know who this man is before him but he fears there's no blending resemblance to the sensei he's grown to love. He holds his breath when Gojo eerily smirks and asks a daunting question.

"So you think you're big shit now? Tough enough to survive me?"

Satoru draws his arm back to swing with eviscerating energy.

"Come on then Megs. Let's see what you can do…"

The silver shaman's eyes narrow and Megumi prepares for impact all while his eyes glue to the inevitable destruction heading his way. The hit never lands though because Toji grabbed Gojo's arm and started countering.

"What the fuck you do you think you're doing?! Why don't you pick on someone who can stand against you?"

Toji was already distraught over the brutal abduction but watching Gojo trying to pull this shit was it.

"Megs, call Nanami and stay the fuck back!"

Toji launches himself into Gojo attempting to use physical strength to subdue him; the desperation showing through protruding veins throughout his scarred arms and face.

Gojo warps out of his grasp after struggling sufficiently enough to want to break free and ends up standing over Toji from behind.

"We're back to this now, are we big guy? Did I not kill you hard enough last time?"

Gojo's voice and laughter is maniacal as he brings an attack to the back of Toji's head.

"I won't make that same mistake again."

Using his wings, Toji throws Gojo off balance which causes the attack to sing past his head into a broken wall a few feet away.

Too close.

"You're fucking losing it Gojo!"

Toji places one palm against the rubble beneath, knees bent while building up in energy in the other.

With all of his new additional strength and the ability to finally harness cursed energy, he's tormented that it seems to make no difference when it comes to Gojo. Without his weapons, Toji still can't break past his infinity and with Megumi nearby he can neither risk Satoru's reckless abandon.

Composed to do whatever he can, Toji sculpts his fury despite all else and aims for the malevolent villain Gojo has become. He thinks about Elska and Itadori. His growing affections for her and this new bond they share make it impossible for Toji to rationalize with not knowing what kind of condition she's currently in, they can only assume the worst after viewing the hack job evidence. Itadori is his son's friend and although he's easily annoyed by the kid, he's also fond of him and can relate to his shitty hand given in life.

Gojo begins stalking Toji as if the giant isn't preparing to launch a massive amount of energy into his direction. Unmoved, Satoru smiles and taunts with his eyes, carefully stepping each foot as he nears the winged beast that's clearly serious about challenging him. Satoru summons his own energy once again with a single message running repeatedly in his mind.

'If I kill everything, nothing will come between us.'

All of Toji's swirling thoughts and felt helplessness harvest to form a physical rage. As he releases his energy at Gojo, his fangs rip through and trigger the illumination of his eyes. Toji felt something different when he unleashed that attack but assumes it left Gojo unphased like the rest until Satoru ceases to move before him, surprise coasting his face.

"…huh?"

The silver shaman stands there and tries to understand.

Gojo brings his right hand to his shoulder to feel dampness and then a stinging pain. His eyes drop down to his hand to see the blood collected from his wound. He stares at Toji as if he's waiting for some kind of explanation but when he wraps his fingers around that shoulder, he can feel the deep hole burrowed through him from Toji's attack.

"W-what the fuck?!"

Satoru darts his eyes to Toji again, dazed by how this could have happened.

Threatened now that it has.

In an aggressive wrath Gojo hurls energy towards Toji, knocking him back into the remnants of a crumpled wall. Toji now sits slouched over, unable to catch his breath as the dust from the further broken walls bury him.

Gojo's slowly sauntering towards the folded giant when he hears Megumi's contribution.

"D-domain expansion..."

Satoru sighs but turns his attention towards his former student and patiently allows him to finish.

"Shikigami Shadow Maze!"

Gojo's instantaneously enveloped into Megumi's domain.

Megumi stands before Gojo with all seriousness as he doesn't plan on idly standing by either.

"Gojo what is going on with you? Why are you doing all of this!?"

He's frantically trying to reach his sensei but there doesn't seem to be a budge in the shaman's cold expression or presence.

'How do I get through to him?!'

Fully oriented towards Megumi now, Gojo raises his hand to cover the left side of his face as he cackles insanely.

"HA HA HAHHAhaaa Megumi."

Satoru's grin widens and his eyes deepen in color.

"Have you learned nothing from me?"

He nonchalantly swats at a loyal Shikigami as it forms and tries to wrap around his arm.

"I am the strongest."

Gojo removes the hand from his face and warps next to Megumi who's too stunned to react.

"You should've thought this through a little more…"

Gojo hits Megumi in the back of the neck hard, bringing the junior shaman to his knees before nearly echoing.

"Domain expansion…"

He drinks in the fear Megumi's eyes.

"GOJ-"

"Infinite Void."

Megumi is unable to move, unable to think. He stuck in the position of a defeated man, feeling the unending hopeless amount of information overrun his brain, causing a rush of internal panic in the process. He hears Gojo and can see him he's just still unable to understand why he's viciously fighting them, fearing the end result.

Gojo walks around to the front of his broken student but takes a few steps back as he summons his blue technique. There's no current explanation that could give reason to his ruthlessness, none other than perhaps his new task in life.

"I have to find them. Understand, Megumi."

Is all Satoru elucidates while looking down on his former student in a malicious rage. He aims the attack at the fallen young man in front of him but twitches in a moment of clarity that reminds him of his fondness for Megumi. As Gojo falters in decision, he ignores his domain cracking.

Megumi is still motionless and trapped in the void, unable to entirely process any one thought or action which leaves him completely useless to defend himself. He feels as though this may be it; that after all the enemies they've made he'll sadly die by the hands of his mentor. His and Gojo's eyes widen though when it becomes apparent that Toji is using his incredible strength to break in.

"THAT'S MY SONNNN!!!"

Toji's barrage of powerful waves were able to shatter a point of entry into the domain. His anger flows along his skin in the form of energy and is unable to remain restrained within his body. Toji takes notice of Gojo's stance immediately and comprehends that he was really going to try and kill Megumi.

"I THINK NOT, CUNT!"

Toji's fangs hang from his lips and his eyes glow a deeper red than Elska's have ever been.

The first blow he throws by the head, Gojo dodges but Toji was simply setting him up for the second one. As his opposing radiating fist makes contact with Gojo's stomach, Toji's able to rock the silver shaman so horribly that the domain disintegrates around them completely.

Gojo falls backwards while clinging to the hole in his abdomen, coughing up blood that speckles along his chin.

Toji takes in the almost innocent features of surprise on Gojo's face when he drops to the floor and loses consciousness. Gojo's presence decreases and loses that wicked aura but he knows Gojo's reverse energy technique is likely to already be healing him. Steadying his heart, Toji rushes over to his son.

"Megumi!"

He quickly lifts the boy up in his arms.

"Did he hurt you?!"

Megumi is still in a daze from narrowly escaping his sensei's wrath and is also trying to regulate his brain's processing after being hindered in Gojo's domain.

He looks up to Toji with watery eyes, unexpectedly overwhelmed by the visual recognition from his father. He's known who Toji is for years now but never was able to find the correct way or avenue to approach the subject. He even began to fear that there was something wrong with him that would lead to Toji's claimless attitude. This moment should have been sweeter but the longing of acceptance that sauntered in his heart has been answered. 

"I think I'm okay…dad."

Toji probably expected this to go a little differently, wanted to keep his cool demeanor but instead wraps his arms around his son tightly.

"I'm so glad Megs…I couldn't bare it if anything happened to you…"

The giant turns his head to see Gojo comatose and bleeding.

'How did I do that?'

They hear a car engine closing in but Toji remains there holding his son and watching the silver shaman.

Making sure he stays as he is.

Nanami's voice enters his awareness after doors slam shut.

"What happened here? Are you guys alri…"

Nanami halts and looks down at Satoru in complete bewilderment.

"How..?"

The confused manager then looks to Toji and Megumi with a furrowed brow.

"How…did you bring him down?"

Nanami is staring at Satoru in disbelief but is now more shaken with the fact that he was defeated by Toji to begin with for it's not certain as to what it could mean.

"I'm not completely sure about everything myself but Nanami, he fucking lost it. The fucker left me with no choice."

Toji points to Elska's wing with sadness as he cannot bring himself to look at it again.

"Gojo found it. He then went after Megumi...trapped him in his domain. They took Elska and Itadori. We were fucking careless about this whole thing."

Nanami's expression calcifies.

"God damn it Satoru…don't make me do this…"

Kento looks back to Toji and Megumi with remorse in his eyes.

"I've always hoped that this would never be the case but…"

Nanami can only imagine what Satoru's reaction was like and knows that he can be extremely volatile.

"Prepare yourselves. We are going to have to seal him too."

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Elska's a bit groggy, clashing with laziness to open her eyes but what she sees takes a second to register. She's in a large, unfamiliar room without windows. The walls are a dark blue; the bottom and top trim different but neighboring shades with metallic sheen. The floors are a rich golden wood but she wouldn't know how to determine what kind.

She starts to lift her arms to stretch but feels they're being held down and that's when she realizes that she's wrapped in larger ones. She remembers asking Naoya to stay with her, not wanting to feel his absence nor be alone.

One of his arms lie underneath her neck as she's on her left side, his chest against her back. His other is snuggly draped over from shoulder to hip where his hand tucks between her waist and the silver sheets.

"Naoya…"

She whispers to herself and smiles after she recalls how incredibly kind the Zenin was with her and the conjoined revelations she had for him the day before. She snuggles back into him and traces her fingertips across the arm she pins. The warmth from his body is so inviting and the way he quietly snores also brings her unrelenting comfort. She's almost completely relaxed again, dozing off and listening to his breathing until she something jumps against her backside.

Elska's eyes begin to glow, presented with the tint washing over his arms. She takes a deep breath, stifled by the audacity of self-control. She conscientiously forces herself to disregard it and prays away lurking desires.

When Naoya twitches against her a second time however, lust waves over ever inch of her skin and finds herself needing him all over again.

'Why would I fight this?'

She blatantly contemplates while adjusting herself to a specific angle. The way his body feels pressed up against her is almost too perfect but she continues to settle back into him with the intention of eliminating any space that existed between them.

"Please don't be upset with me, Zenin..."

The plea whispered under breath to enable her courage.

Elska reaches between them and directs his erection between her thighs so that it's resting against her leaking lips. The possibility of it maybe needing to be secured crosses her mind but he throbs again, leaving her with no choice,

"Mmm...Naoya."

She needs to feel him.

Elska's dislodging sheets and discreetly shimmying around to avoid waking him yet. She leans forward and lifts her right leg up, the knee dragging closer to her abdomen along the bed. Her hand snakes behind her to grasp and aim his tip in as she gradually pushes back into him. Elska moans to her own direction of his member, rubbing it along herself to inundate him more.

The way he squeezes to fit in initially makes her even more overcome with lust but as soon as his tip sinks in and begins to divide her, she's rattled by the telltale signs of her pheromones releasing.

Elska tries to fight it, wishing to hone in on this opportunity with him but the sonic like wave blares through the room. Her sounds alone should've been enough to rouse his slumber so she lies there with fixed lungs, wondering if she's busted. Naoya moans in his sleep but doesn't stir much more.

She's panting quietly, trying her best slide herself back against him while taking in his length in full.

'Why does he feel so freaking good?'

She feels a slight discomfort when her hips rest back into his own but loves the stretch that his member forces her to endure. Naoya actually feels right at home resting within her, there's nothing that could convince her otherwise now. She feels how wet she is and realizes that she's actually already making a little mess on him while he lays there unsuspecting.

Her right hand finds itself rubbing into her clitoris while he lay anchored in.

'I can't even help it…why?'

The first circular motion she makes feels so sensational that she can't hide the moan. She braces her left hand around the elbow of the arm that's underneath her neck to use it for leverage as she slowly begins to rock her hips into him.

"Oh my…Naoya…aaaaa…"

Her words are low in level but high in pitch. He feels so satisfying, too satisfying. Amongst this she's also experiencing the trickling concern that he may be upset with this but every part of her heart and body wants him dreadfully. The gushing from under the silver sheets fills her ears as she continues to awkwardly slide herself over him, her movements gaining intensity.

Naoya feels the act going on but is startled upon initially waking. Not understanding what could be causing this heat in his groin he recognizes the scent and becomes alarmed. His eyes unfasten and widen immensely once coming to and realizing that Elska is literally side riding him. In awe, he wants to say something but doesn't and instead takes a few minutes to appreciate her avidity for him.

His heart melts with a swelling grin in tandem to every eminent breath of hers. Naoya huffs the scent deeply while trying to avoid startling her; watching as she sloshes him around. There's a point where Naoya feels her touching herself but guesses the combination feels too good because she stops thrusting while doing so. When she clenches around him giving proof oh his assumption, it conjures a brazen groan, giving away the fact that he's awake.

Elska freezes, completely unprepared to actually handle the situation.

"Naoy…a! I'm just...I..."

"Mmmmm…Elska."

His baritone voice lulls but incredibly inviting.

He leans over her shoulder and turns her chin to the right, towards him. Naoya's entirety pulsates once met with her completely flushed face that illustrates a type of heat. He can't even believe his luck, the indescribable lottery-like win as he soaks in her love-struck demeanor.

"Babbyyy..."

"Naoya…please…I need you."

Without a second to spare, he grabs her jaw with his right hand and leans down for a deep and heavy kiss.

Naoya is not about to neglect her in any way.

He hums into her lips as he forms his words; also gifting a little nudge of his hips.

Elska whimpers when she feels his reciprocating desire and moves his large hand to her right hip.

"Baby…need no more."

Naoya chuckles through his kiss but seductively shares the words she's searching for.

"I will not deny you on this morning."

He keeps their lips locked as he administers a long, slow thrust into her. Elska shuts her eyes and throws her head back half into the pillow and half into the mattress. He doubles over at feeling how drenched she is for him, thinking that he must have died and gone to heaven because there was nothing else that could explain a connection as great as this.

He stabilizes them with her hip and deeply rocks into her as they both gasp and cry out for it.

"Na…Naoyaaa…"

Elska's absolutely melting around him. He looks down to see where they were connected, speechless for how they appear when works his way in and out of her. He's completely coated by her and there's evidence of her enjoyment all over his lap and all of this inexplicable serendipity write the breathless joke into her ear.

"I'm...not dreaming, right?"

Elska gasps into an open smile.

"I was wondering the same…ahhhh…"

She has more to say but can't focus on the articulation while succumbing to Naoya Zenin's touch once again.

As she lays there and takes him in she can't help but feel like she's never belonged anywhere more. He triggers something in her instinctively but she's beginning to understand that there is something about him that even more naturally, absolutely requires him. She's never felt this kind of love from a man; one that is not only genuine but inviolable.

She wasn't even aware of it being a thing!

Right now though, Elska's body conforms to him and threatens to be completely at his mercy but it's okay...she doesn't have to fear Naoya having the control.

She trusts him.

He's still deeply stroking into her when his hand reaches down between her thighs. He's at an less-than-great angle with her leg lifted but he continues to try and add to her pleasure anyway. When he begins rubbing her bundle of nerves Elska latches to his arm and cries out, the sounds sending blissful shivers through his entire being. Invigorated, Naoya picks up his pace when assaulted by her tightening reactions, wanting to give her the best experience possible knowing that they've never been able to finish with each other. Not once.

"Nothing will stop me from making you fall apart this time, baby…noth…nothing."

His passion spills over her, electrifying every inch of skin where his touch is applied, once again. Overwhelmed, Elska tenses up and inadvertently bites her bottom lip.

"Nao-ya…I'm gonna…"

He guesses she's trying to tell him through beautifully strained breaths that she's meeting her climax but he understood and is dying to be able to facilitate it.

The skin of their thighs clam together as the mixture of sweat and arousal grows. He keeps rubbing and pushing into her as she spasms around him, crying out in a heated manner while two more waves of pheromones ignite from her back to back.

This time, he's battling the scent.

Elska felt it all release.

Her nerve endings are going completely haywire as she forgets that she has to breathe. She thinks that its possible that she was close to blacking out from the rushes of all three sensations, not comprehending why that would happen when they were already in the act. She feels him shift to move over top of her, between her legs. His heavy body weighs down the space between her thighs and she shifts and slides down into his knees limply. She's coming back to her senses gradually but when she can focus her eyes again, they're met with Naoya's amber ones staring down into her.

"Naoya? Are you...alright?!"

He's still in control but is suffering from an immense wave of predatory urges. The thoughts are to subdue Elska and invade but he's confused because that's already what is going on. He shakes his head from side to side and grunts to wild instincts, having zero intention of hurting her. When she looks back to him though the coolness takes over and he feels relief from the chaos.

"I…think I'm okay now."

Naoya shows a weary smile before leaning down to kiss her, unable to stave off the curiosity in his head.

'What the fuck was that about?'

He can tell Elska appears rather unsure herself and wants to discuss it but when she wraps her shaking arms around his neck to sew them back together, it's no longer at the forefront of his mind. Still though, he feels like he must make sure and therefore sends her words wrapped in genuine apprehension.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

Relieved, Elska lifts her hips from the bed to rub herself against his slicked length. Tightening her hold around his neck, she half teases.

"Do you want to stop?"

"Absolutely not."

Naoya delivered his response in such a hastened way it that makes her giggle until he nudges his way back in. Her mocking tone becomes that of an unraveling woman as he slides back through her, feeling incredible each inch of the way.

"Naoya...you feel amazing…"

Elska's voice trails off into a whine while smiling against her lips but also reminds her that he said the very same thing that time they were together in the park.

She feels his lips migrating down her neck as he reestablishes his momentum. It easy for her to tell that they're both being drenched by her; the sheets below them hint a coolness once left without body heat for too long. Naoya brings his mouth to her breast and begins to tease her nipple with his tongue and teeth. He suckles them slightly but as the suction becomes too much he laps and swirls his tongue around, softening the design of his oral exploits into it's the truly perfect mixture.

Elska wiggles around from his tweaking until he wraps an arm underneath her waist to angle their hips together better. Every time he's brought in fully her toes automatically curl; moaning his name as he meets her with his own deep and seductive sounds. Naoya locks their lips as he seats himself in, their eyes open and witnessing as the pleasure reaches the other.

Naoya's pumping into her now but with a quickened pace.

"Elska…"

He whimpers as their eyes remain trained onto each other and feels himself wanting to explode in the best ways possible. She cries out his name again as the new angle seems to be benefiting them both greatly.

He loves this, how they are. They are just so good together that Naoya can't imagine this disappearing.

He doesn't understand how anyone could ever want to hurt in the way that so many have. He would never be able to do anything to her that has been done. He finds Elska to be precious, a treasure without any numerical value as the number system simply cannot amount to what she means to him. His heart flutters as her eyes tell him something similar, them showing an extreme depth to which he resides within her mind as well.

She's tightening around him again, forcibly pulling him deeper and he feels the timing couldn't be better. He takes his other arm and wraps it underneath her back to support her as he lifts her on top of him. Now while on his knees he maneuvers Elska over his lap as he supplies his deepest and best thrusts possible; her throwing her head to his dominating aggression.

She wants him to have the control and loves how he took it and her.

Every time he lifts her up, Elska feels so small and malleable, loving that he can seemingly throw her around like such but still be so vigilant about it. He's panting into her neck as he rocks his hips and the way his moans vibrate against her send her just about over the edge. She's left with only high-pitched whines as he conquers her every physical desire, mirroring his traveling voice as he reaches his end as well. She attempts to communicate to him that she's about spent but words don't leave her, just rambling moans with mixtures of the syllables from his name. 

He was thinking to pull out for her comfort but when she looks down to him as he's coming apart, her eyes behold a future that keeps him inside.

As he fills her, their faces form into a furrowed stance, both understanding that they're tempting fate and pregnancy but neither caring. It was such heated moment that words were not needed to guide, they both know exactly what they're doing . Naoya can't help but speculate that maybe she was actually considering his offer of becoming a Zenin.

After their lustful glares fade and they mix into each other's arousal Elska pulls his head to her chest while she regains composure. Her lips travel over his two-toned hair while planting multiple kisses across him and filling him in return with the knowledge of her affection that warms his soul to no end. She keeps him there for a little while, him being completely fine with staying there however long she wanted to. Entranced, Naoya rubs her back while they breathlessly pant, her bare skin sending electricity or something similar through him.

"We finally made it without interruption…"

He laughs to his own words as she joins in with him, knowing that strange things occur when they're together. Bringing his head back, Naoya cups her cheek with his right hand and stares into her eyes, wanting to expose his feelings without hesitation.

"I am going to protect you with my very life, Elska. Our fates are tangled, it's undeniable now."

Her eyes water leaving him to hope that it's due to his sincerity. Soon though, he feels reassured when she smiles and leans down to kiss him with her hands on his cheeks now as well.

"Prince Naoya..."

She whispers into him as their lips collide again only to pull away and urgently add something of importance.

"Not with your life though, I need you alive sir."

Naoya smiles back to her widely, aiming in for another kiss after donning her with words that never felt more true.

"My princess…"

They share an extensive moment of silence where so much is said until she verbally extends something that causes his heart to nearly burst out of his chest.

"My prince."

Nothing could assimilate or dream of recreating what they have together and Naoya's positive that they're both understanding this until their serenity is shattered by a cold, harsh voice breaking through the air.

"Aww...Is that so?"

Getou scowls sarcastically through his disgust upon entering. His hate-filled eyes take to Elska.

"It seems you're not going to die so easily…but I guess that's not a bad thing."

Getou is walking closer to the bed but around to the other side as he overlooks their passionate embrace.

"So, this is what you've been up to is it, Naoya? Getting your dick wet?"

Naoya's softened demeanor evaporates as a spiteful side takes the wheel right in front of her.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing in here Getou? Get the fuck away from her."

Elska's not sure if she should attack or wait; she doesn't understand anything about Getou's abilities other than the one he used against her before. She perceives the disdain on the villain's face and figures he's not above hurting Naoya as flippantly as he did her and doesn't wish any harm to come to him. She straightens her posture when Naoya covers her backside with his hands, her breasts still pressed against him. There is no escaping this volatile situation though and with that daunting fact in mind, Elska braves her view to Suguru.

"What is it that you want from me?"

Her voice came out far more collected than she thought capable but is grateful that it seems like her fear is astray.

Getou says nothing at first but rather is looking over her back and how immaculate it is, how she didn't even scar. The skin of her shoulders on either side of the talisman are completely flawless. He joins them and sits down on the bed, shifting to be within arms reach of them both. Naoya is clearly threatened by this and begins to move them so Getou speaks.

"Although I wasn't talking to you, I will divulge that my job is to make sure you marry this cunt right here…or at least a Zenin. You like the other one too though right?"

Suguru lowers his voice as he taunts about Toji and reaches out to her vicinity.

"It looks like things are going well here though so I don't know if I can justify beating the brains out you both right now…but I want to."

Getou glides the back of his hand from her right shoulder and aims down her back but Naoya snatches his wrist with impeccable speed before he can continue his caressing.

"You seem to forget who holds the power here. You are not to fucking touch her…EVER."

Naoya hisses as he brings them both to stand, not understanding what Getou is doing.

"What you did-…"

"So soft my lady…"

Getou's eyes narrow to her as she feels him thinking horrible things. She turns her view from him and into Naoya's chest whose arms are securing her. She doesn't look again until his attention is back on Naoya but this is also when Getou metaphorically solidifies her blood.

"I always knew there was something off with the girl. Care to explain to me what that mysterious aroma was?"

Elska's eyes widen as she recalls the three different waves she released while in Naoya's sensual grasp; tensing against his body.

"What are you talking about? What has gotten into you? You're acting weird as fuck right now man."

Naoya effortlessly spins the situation. His voice was so convincing that Elska almost believed him herself. His body language is still that of protection but he didn't even twitch before speaking it.

"Well, Little Naoya, that's precisely what I'm trying to figure out…"

Getou's still honed into Elska with a conspicuous gleam in his eye. He's getting a full view of what everyone seems to lose their fucking minds over.

Elska Oda.

Whatever her spell was, Getou's feeling this is the first time he was ever even remotely affected by it. She's noticeably thinner than his preference but for some reason he finds her extremely appetizing today, even with his immense hatred for her. He trails his eyes across her skin, imagining for the areas that Naoya defensively covers.

"Hmmm…perhaps you actually are fuckable."

Naoya rips the sheets from the bed and underneath Getou in a frustrated bout and wraps them around Elska.

"You don't fucking touch her WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!."

Donning his robes now, Naoya glares at Getou, not wanting to let him leave his sight.

"She is with ME Suguru, back the fuck off NOW."

Getou slinks from the bed, magnetizing Naoya into acting as a wall between them

Naoya's aware that the scent must have reached Getou and desperately hopes that he can convince him otherwise or straight up distract him.

"You fucked up yesterday and that will not go unanswered. How fucking demented does a man have to be to brutally trap and assault a woman like that?! WHAT LEVEL OF INSANITY ALLOWS YOU TO DO THESE THINGS?!"

Why not just piss him off? Naoya will happily deal with the castigating and gravity, every consequence rendered so long as it does not risk Elska's well being.

Rather amused by this cornered version of the Zenin, Getou strolls around the bed until he's directly in front of them.

"Exactly what will you do Little Naoya? How will you stop me if I decide to fuck your clan's plan to pieces?"

Getou's twisted grin is malicious as he stares through Naoya, where she stands behind him. He's sure Zenin picked up his meaning for this all when he licks his lips and rolls out a deep groan.

"So you're actually willing to find out then? You know that once this starts, Getou, there's no going back."

Naoya places a hand behind him and onto her abdomen, ready to push her away if need be as he proceeds.

"We'll tear down everything you've built, without a doubt. You're pathetic in comparison to the Zenin. You also fucking know this."

He feels Elska's small hand rest on his own and his heart sinks knowing Getou is only a few steps away from her. This can become dangerous quickly.

Getou's dark eyes dart back to Naoya's, angered and insulted.

"Mind your words, you can't be here all the time."

His insidious smirk reappears as he narrows his eyes to Naoya.

"There may be days where you're unable to feed her...days where she will have to be depend on me. I plan to make the bitch earn her keep."

Suguru's happily threatening Naoya with interference as he tries to gain sight of Elska again, needing to see her. He steps to the side and takes in nothing but the silver sheets, her being well covered thanks to Zenin.

Naoya doesn't care for his implications and is anxious about Getou figuring out about her pheromones and the bliss from her bite. He also is worried that Getou is fishing for information so he's having to word everything carefully so he composes himself against all odds.

"She is my responsibility; you are not needed…now LEAVE!"

Naoya's thunderous voice bellows through the room, he even felt Elska jump from it. She tightens her grip on the hand he has placed on her, her nerves being clearly bothered. He squeezes her softly to reassure her not to be afraid; that he will devoutly protect her.

"No fun."

Getou huffs in aggravation but knows he won't get anything more out of them at this time. He languidly walks to the door to test how long they'd hold their breath and stops to turn around to face them again. He expects Naoya's glare but to his surprise, he's met with two. Elska's eyes are so venomous and striking that he can feel them bore holes through his very existence. He smiles nonetheless before leaving, successfully acting as if that wasn't a shock to him at all.

'I am going to get to the bottom of this. What is up with bird girl?'

Suguru snickers but half in annoyance as he feels the undeniable need to relieve himself. When he enters the hall, he can hear Naoya verbally comforting her and the visual inside his mind sickens him.

'He used to be a real fighter, someone that could at least appear to be on my level but now…now Naoya's just an emotional pussy. HA! Zenin's a bitch too!'

Getou knows his plans have always been to dupe the Elders and and Zenin alike but once upon a time, he actually kind of liked Naoya. He's lost all respect now of course as the shit seems to have lost his brutality and only cares of the girl.

"That stupid fucking girl…"

Suguru's known origin is that of an orphan with incredible strength. The elders hired him to ensure the success of the Zenin clan receiving Elska as a bride in exchange for a spot at the top, to become an elder himself. They assumed so easily he only aims for so little but no one really has Getou figured out and that's the plan.

He's no orphan nor is he a man that can be bribed so insufficiently.

They're so far off.

So preposterously far fucking off.

Suguru Getou sells himself as a dream but in reality is nothing short of a living nightmare. He's vindictive, ruthless...inhumane. A man procured with purpose but cultivated in blood.

His clan will rise. His clan will take the girl and his clan will finally rule with their substantial capabilities that have been under minded for far too long. Him and his kin are already deeply seeded into this whole situation and have been for many years.

Getou doesn't want the girl...never has but she plays the perfect role in his revenge and will produce the necessary overpowered heirs.

'The Gojo clan will fall. So will Zenin and Kamo.'

Patience is a virtue and solitude is clarity. On his worst days of existence the only fragments tethering him to the cause and realm itself are the subsequent entities of chaos at play.

"They have no fucking idea what's coming…"

A hazardous smile breaks across Suguru's confident features.

"Enjoy her while you can Little Naoya…because you will have an idea very soon."