One in the Same

"Love…"

As Satoru positions himself back onto the bed with a heavy heart, he wonders how long he'll be without her voice.

Elska lays there unconscious in king-sized sheets a few feet away from Naoya who is in the same condition but in a separate bed. The room on campus that Satoru mentioned to everyone before has become their new quarters but with his own personal flare.

The five walls are a deep blue-grey, the trim a dark red, all decorative furnishings either that same red or oddly enough, a bright light blue. The bedding both of the sleepers are wrapped in resemble the color of passion as this was all designed and put together as a surprise, but things haven't exactly gone as planned.

Situating himself next to Elska, Gojo finds that he desires the comfort of her heartbeat. Laying his head on her chest, he relives the horrors of when he and Choso arrived and found them; weighted with guilt over having become too distracted by his personal ventures to focus that day.

'What did they have to go through? What happened to them?'

Gojo can only imagine after having seen the scene himself. Although he wasn't particularly bothered by the gore, Choso's reaction said it all as a normal healthy individual would easily have been mortified. Gojo's heart also sinks from the sin of dealing with the woman who gave birth to him, even if she was monstrous herself.

----Earlier that Day----

"LOVE!"

After warping to the their location, Satoru's eyes dilute into storms. With the Zenin right next to her, he calls for some kind of confirmation.

"NAOYA WHAT HAPPENED? IS SHE ALRIGHT?!!

But the Zenin doesn't move.

"FUCK."

He sprints as fast as he can to Elska while fearing the absolute worst. Satoru swears to seeing her eyes shut but his vision and assumptions cloud with tears the moment his mind registers the blood drenching her skin and dress.

"Come on, love!"

Dropping to his knees next to them paints an entirely new scene of agony however for its the moment Satoru can see the spear piercing through Naoya's flesh.

"Oh shit! Z-Zenin! HEY!"

The Silver Shaman's eyes flare open when Naoya fails to respond.

"CHOSOOOOO!" 

Satoru furiously screams for his companion. 

"CHOOOSOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The being hasn't been able to move. He's stunned by spine-chilling aftermath of what one would describe simply as hell. 

'Did the Titers really...'

Choso merely cannot fathom the disregard for the life of innocents but more than that, he's having a hard time stomaching what's left behind. Every single direction his eyes nervously glance to in order to escape entrails, he's presented with lone mutilated limbs or the river decorated with human appendages; all cased in a thick, billowing fire that carves them into a hellish peninsula. 

He raises his hands to shield his eyes but as his fingertips begin occluding his sight, Gojo's desperation finally reaches him. 

"CHOOOOOSOOOOOO!!!!!"

The hybrid apprehensively searches for Satoru as he can tell by the tone that things are about to be even worse.

"GET THE FUCK OVER HERE! NOWW!!!"

Choso's able to zone in on his Zenin friend first but the lightening bolt of terror that strikes him back to reality burns each vein as it travels. He too notices the spear and it couples with a deeply pitted weight that adds mental burden with each second that passes.

"N-Naoya! Elska!"

Gojo cradles Elska in his arms but also profusely grips the tattered shirt across the Zenin's chest. By the time Choso finally runs over, Satoru finds that he's lost his ability to coherently.

"Choso...she won't wake up...Naoya...he's...he's got a...fucking hole..."

The being whimpers to their condition and although he's also experiencing a whirlwind of emotion, he quickly understands his role and starts healing them both. 

Satoru watches Choso's technique searching Elska for a wound. The black energy cascades around her body, circles it, dives in but it does not stay. 

"W-what the fuck, CHOSO?! HEAL HER TOO!"

The being flinches and shuts his eyes when Gojo yolks him up by the collar.

"I-I-I AM!!! I SWEAR!!"

But Gojo feels cheated when the Zenin alone becomes encompassed in the hybrid's aura. 

"FUCKING FIX HER NOW!!!"

Choso wonders if he needs to prepare for a punch but instead of swinging, the being feels Satoru's arm slump off him as if it had withered. 

"Choso..."

Gojo sucks air through his teeth in an attempt to fight the uncontrollable things swirling his trembling chest.

"They're fucking hurt...bad..."

But the being notices something odd happening.

"CHOSO WHAT THE FUCK!!! NAOYA...HE'S BLEEDING ALL OF THE SUDDEN!??"

Although the hybrid's energy is indeed working to save Naoya, he can't ignore that it's being directed to solely push the spear from his friend's chest as if that's all there's left to do.

"Woah...Naoya's energy is different..."

Satoru rips off his jacket one arm at a time while still holding Elska but swiftly applies pressure to Naoya's wound. 

"Don't...don't die loverboy..."

Gojo wipes the hair from Naoya's clammy face but in a rush of insanity, brutishly slaps him as well. 

"WAKE UP ZENIN!!! YOU...you FUCK!!! YOU CAN'T JUST FUCKING DIE!"

"Don't hit him, Satoru!! PLEASE!"

Choso wipes the tears from his face and does his best to focus with Gojo falling apart. 

A small explosion from inside the building brings a new gust of heat blowing past them with embers stinging his skin as they land. 

'I have to save them, fast.'

Choso resolves to try something theoretical, something he feel he may be capable of under these circumstances.

"Satoru..."

Gojo darts menacing eyes and can only resemble a monster with a broken heart.

"There's something weird going on here. My energy won't go to Elska because she doesn't have any injuries...I don't know why. But Naoya's body is telling me this spear needs to be removed immediately."

Gojo gasps and looks down to Elska.

"She's...she's not hurt?"

Satoru doesn't comprehend this at first due to the amount of blood she's covered in but as he feels around her body, he settles into relief when he discovers that it's true.

"Satoru, can you hold Naoya up for me? I need to try something..."

Gojo shivers once understanding that means he'd have to put Elska down, something he doesn't want to do but he knows that Naoya definitely needs their help. Twisting to his left side, Satoru uses his hand to brush away debris from the deck. 

"Okay. Let's fucking do it."

Choso begins wedging his hands under the Zenin's arms to maneuver him easier but he also catches the way Satoru delicately handles Elska. He lays Oda down on the cleared ground but carefully positions her body against it as if she were glass. To the being, if he didn't know any better, he'd say the scene looked like a demon caring for an angel. 

"Love...we'll save Naoya, don't worry..."

Gojo bows all the way to the ground just to plant a kiss to her forehead, pretending he's tucking her in. He can't stand that her eyes won't open, that he can't hear her saying she's fine or cannot feel her calming arms rocking him back into sanity. Nonetheless, he reluctantly leaves his lover to save her other. 

Choso strains to lift Naoya to his knees but once Satoru is there, the job becomes much easier. He passes his blonde friend off and helps drape the Zenin's limbs over Gojo's shoulders to help support the dead weight. 

"Okay...Satoru...I'm going to try and expel the spear with a burst but be ready to clog his wound again once its gone. Unfortunately, it won't be instantaneously healed but I can at least begin once it's out."

"Come on lover boy...stand up with me..."

Kind words used by Gojo to help himself feel better about Naoya's condition but facing his bloodied friend doesn't lessen the surreality of their predicament.

"Okay Satoru...on three."

"One."

Gojo exhales concentration and plants his feet.

"Two."

In his mind he pretends those ambers eyes flutter open to show life; it would at least mean they wouldn't have to be doing this.

"THREE!"

Gojo watches over Naoya's head as Choso exerts an assiduous amount of energy that shoots into Naoya's back. The sound of the metal spear rushing through the Zenin's chest is awful but Gojo is primarily perplexed when he loses his breath and falls backwards.

"SATORU!!!"

In an instant, the spear was ejected from Naoya who now bleeds but the tip somehow found it's way into Gojo's stomach.

"Sss...SON OF A BITCH!!!"

Satoru experiences the sharp pain of an foreign object making a new home in his abdomen. He coughs a little bit of blood which initially startles him, but the taste of iron makes him realize the irony. 

Gritting his teeth, Gojo bends his neck to try and lift some of Naoya's weight off of him.

"IT FUCKING....AHHHH!!! GOD DAMN THIS IS UNCOMFORTABLE!"

"Satoru! Hold on!"

Choso hurriedly rolls Naoya off of Gojo to understand what just happened but also puts two and two together after seeing how Satoru has been impaled.

Another small explosion wafts unpleasant scents across their nose but even in the midst of all this chaos, Choso discovers the bloody smile of pink teeth across Gojo's face.

"I get now...just fix him Choso..."

The being gawks at Gojo's gut wound but instinctively addresses Naoya's bleeding.

"OH MY!"

Satoru places a firmly pressured hand to his own stomach but tilts his chin back and sighs outwardly when his reversed technique automatically starts healing him. 

"Satoru! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean or think that-"

"It's alright Choso..."

Gojo wiggles around so he can view both Elska and Naoya but continues to elucidate once he can at least latch to her ankle.

"There's only one explanation as to why I am currently bleeding..."

Choso's eyes light up as if he was on this same trail but wasn't sure. 

"At some point, Elska was able to turn Zenin. Only her energy can do this to me so that has to be what's going on..."

"YES! I believe you are right, Satoru!"

On his back, Gojo waves a hand in the air as if he were shooing someone away. He takes a second to breathe, feeling that his chest had shrunken within the last 20 minutes.

"That little shit..."

Although Satoru sounds agitated, Choso studies how the shaman shades his eyes with a forearm. When Gojo's lips quake, the being feels like he's fallen into an alternate reality for he understands in this moment exactly how much Naoya must mean to the famed monster as well. 

"We...we should get back Satoru..."

Gojo wipes his face and slowly sits up to his knees, not needing to apply as much pressure anymore. 

"Yeah, let's get them out of here..."

But upon scanning their environment for the last time, Satoru's eyes happen to notice a charred, dark grey feather and it annihilates the hopeful atmosphere. 

The being sniffles out a little cheer now that they figure the Zenin is likely going to be alright but his joy melts to ashes with the prompting of one simple question. 

"Choso...where the fuck is Toji?"

----Present----

 "My love…"

Gojo's voice is breaks from emotion and abandonment.

"Please...come back to me."

He's been informed by Nanami and the others that Toji once found her in this same state but it took six days to wake up previously. This information doesn't comfort him however.

'And we still haven't found him yet...'

Satoru knows for a fact that if she wasn't mentally compromised from the attack, not having Toji when she wakes will most certainly destroy her.

He positions her arms to lay over him, as if she's wrapping them around his own. Gojo reels from his own experiences that day on top of everything else. The heartache that dwells within him after killing his mother plagues him as if she still existed, only differently.

"Love, I didn't know it would hurt."

A tear spills from each of his darkened eyes, remembering the vexation that woman caused him for his entire life. There certainly wasn't any love lost between them but a piece of him certainly died with her and he can't explain why.

Right now, he only needs to be held by his love; the one who gives him purpose.

As he listens to the rhythm in which her heart pumps, he feels like he's brought to a point of necessary, although temporary ease. Bringing her even closer lowers him deeper into inviolableness, feeling safe and nurtured by Elska's touch alone. Her and Naoya have only been sleeping for roughly 18 hours at this point, leaving him to also dread how much more time he'll be without her.

 **KNOCK, KNOCK**

Without moving at all, Satoru calls for them to enter and sighs as he feels close to losing his composure; ultimately being unable to hide his despair for lack of current ability.

Choso quietly strolls in and takes in Satoru's depression. He's apprehensive about how unstable Gojo's been since coming back to the academy but also appreciates how much the man is going through. A slight grin appears across Choso's face though as he looks over Gojo's clothes; they're both wearing their group-matching pajamas.

After approaching Naoya, Choso pulls back the covers to further evaluate him, wanting to be sure all wounds were healed. 

"You are one fortunate man…"

The being smiles while pulling the sheets back up.

"Not even a scar."

He then takes the Zenin's hand with relief on mind, understanding that Naoya will probably be elated at the fact that he was turned. Choso had reservations about this but they were never strong enough for him to speak on.

Megumi now enters and walks straight over to Elska on the opposite side from Gojo. He's still in a state of shock after being filled in on the aftermath and is in a foul disposition with not knowing where Toji is but is further upset with how messed up her and Naoya looked upon being retrieved.

"Elska..."

When the junior shaman reaches out to take up Elska's hand though, he's swatted away which causes him to lower deeper into his anger.

Gojo growls from Elska's chest.

"Leave her alone."

Satoru immediately feels bad for snapping at Megumi but that was the only warning he was capable of giving. His former student says nothing but the hurt displayed on Megumi's face prompts him to sit up a little.

"I'm sorry Megs, I just… she's mine."

Megumi is feeling disheartened by his current fears on his father's whereabouts and feels almost completely alone as he drowns in his thoughts. All he wants is to feel like something is okay but the territorial stance on Elska pushes him too far.

"She is her own person! You're fucking delusional, Gojo!"

As his breath catches in his throat, he waits for Satoru to respond maliciously but becomes confused when he doesn't.

"I just want to make sure she's okay! THEY GOT FUCKING WIPED AND MY DAD IS MISSING!"

Choso walks over to Megumi and nods as if to reiterate there still are things Megs is unaware of.

"Please let Satoru have time with her, he's been through a lot…" 

Choso sees the discontent on Megumi's face and can feel the boy's presence fluctuating so he continues cautiously.

"We will find Toji, I promise you. He loves you, you know…"

He watches Megumi's eyes gloss as he tries to fend off the tears but to encourage understanding, Choso hugs him.

"I'm sure he's alright, we just have to get to him. Imagine being the enemy and having Satoru Gojo on your trail."

Megumi usually wouldn't accept the embrace but he feels so incredibly small and useless. He finds Choso's need to comfort him endearing though and only now wishes he'd been kinder to the being in the past, knowing now how well he means.

"I…I miss my dad…"

Megumi meant for it to be a statement but the clarification is muddled by the sorrow in his voice and it only strengthens as Choso continues to try and soothe him.

Satoru doesn't make eye contact but his voice is genuine.

"Just come back later Megs…I know you're worried too but I just need to be with her right now…"

Gojo curls back up into Elska and sighs deeply.

"She would be angry if I kept everyone from her…"

Satoru knows this is a fact but is still not budging on the current meeting.

Megumi wasn't expecting Gojo to offer time up at all though so he doesn't know how to respond. With a fake scoff he replies harsher than he means to and then heads for the door.

"I will then."

Before leaving he stops and turns around to face them once more since his visit also had meaning.

"Shoko is awake now and she wants to see you, Gojo."

Megumi proceeds to shut the door behind him.

Satoru is aware that they have a prisoner underneath the school and that Shoko likely has important information to give to him; he just hasn't the motivation to move. He buries his face into Elska further, wanting to escape his current duties and pretend they're just napping together.

"Love. Please come back."

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Choso exhales.

"Well, I'm glad Shoko's alright. I can't believe we didn't notice that situation sooner though..."

It truly is disturbing. One of their own was abducted right under their noses and was forced to comply.

After being teleported to the location of the Titer attack, Choso had to carry Elska back through his portal while Gojo grabbed Naoya. Choso immediately finished healing Naoya after they returned to the academy but they were soon met with Nanami who requested him to treat Shoko's head injuries as well. The look of damnation of Nanami's face said it all. Whatever he did to get Shoko back must have bothered him but the relief exuding the manager must also have been worth it.

Delving into this memory also makes Choso recall that while he was navigating through his shadow realm, Elska's energy once again lingered behind them and even seemed to stain some of the surroundings. He's always been curious as to why hers behaves differently than everyone else.

'What is it about her that my shadow realm wants to keep?'

His fuzzy previous dreams enter his mind now.

'The girl from the forest kind of feels like that too...'

While lost in the endless array of thought, Choso's jolted back to the present once Gojo begins bawling next to Elska.

"Satoru…"

Choso was caught off guard but feels he needs to allow privacy since he isn't sure on what else he can do. The terrifying Silver Shaman condenses before him, leaving a new wave of misery to engulf them both. Choso's still shaken up by the events that took place with everyone and due to diligence, has yet to properly deal with the emotions flowing through himself. He glances over to Naoya for a second and then internally declares he will return later but when his feet go to leave, Satoru's voice prompts him with patience.

"We…We have to find Toji, Choso."

Satoru discovers that he's worried about the possibilities that could be his friend's fate. 

"Please, please search for him. Toji needs my love...and as strange as it is to say, she needs him too."

Gojo looks down at Elska who has yet to show signs of waking but directs his words at the hybrid.

"For both of their sakes, we need to get him back. We also have no idea what they are planning to do with him. Whatever it is...I won't fucking allow it."

Satoru flashes storming, empty eyes to back to Choso.

"I will kill whoever I need to. I will fucking explode every last one of them. This is what they deserve for what they have done. I'm sick of this shit!"

Satoru's eyes callous as he thinks of who this Genghis guy is and how that man is likely holds responsibility in organizing the horrific event. 

"I never did like the fucking Titers..."

Choso experiences a chill crawling down his spine after listening to Gojo.

'He very well means it.'

The being would conventionally be disturbed by this kind of proclamation but he's actually reinforced by the statement because of his own revenge that occupies a similar goal. He straightens himself with resolve, slowly lifting his head toward Gojo.

"Satoru, we will find those accountable and we will end this."

Choso now brings his gaze to Elska and interestingly discovers the dark thoughts simultaneously fading from his mind.

It's almost akin to relief but the longer he ponders on her ambiguous state, the more he feels the hands of irrationality digging into his concern for Elska's wellbeing. 

'How could Getou do this to them? Enemies or not, this entire ambush was completely out of line...'

Choso now imagines how the two of them must have grappled with insanity when everybody around them started dying. It compels the being to clutch his chest with the highest remorse as he knows Naoya and Elska to be extremely kind and sensitive individuals. 

'And what about Toji?'

The being won't say it out loud but he fears the giant might be severe danger.

'What purpose would the Titers have to take him other than to learn more about Elska? What are they willing to do to acquire the knowledge? Do they even value Toji? Is it a trap?'

All of this uncertainty resonates with Choso who has since obtained this completely visceral knot that tells him to remain near Elska but he can't justify the notion.

"I'm going to try some mapping but I'll be nearby if needed…"

The being now reluctantly opens the door and leaves.

Snuggling back into Elska, Satoru closes his eyes and tries to steady his breathing.

"Everything's so fucked up, love."

Needing to be even closer to her, he now takes Elska's right leg and hoists it over his hip. Not being enough, however, he pulls down the front of her slip to feel her skin against his cheek.

"They will pay for this…"

He seethes as he thinks about the new trauma her and Naoya had to live through at the hands of the Titers.

"Genghis and Getou…"

His partnered enemies.

"Perhaps it's time for more experiments...it's been far too long, apparently."

Balefulness is replaying the screams of your hundreds of victims yet still concluding to how it's simply not enough.

"I stand by my original threat, love. Their women, their children and their elderly...you may not have been there to hear it but they keep doing this to me...to us. I have to stop them."

Satoru exhales his anguish. The momentous amount of sheer failure he felt the day her wing was left for him is still unlike anything he's ever experienced.

"They're too clever, love. They're a problem unlike most clans."

Nuzzling into her chest again, he stretches his lips to barely bat her exposed breast.

"They're different. They're dangerous."

He sighs.

"The older teachings from my ancestors, they warn of Titer capabilities and how much control they truly have, love. It's not a myth, never was. I killed them before to avoid something like this but...I guess I left too many alive."

Lifting his head, Satoru stares into Elska's while she sleeps.

With those same metaphorically stained hands, he cups her face and snickers when she dazedly moans.

Initially, he quiets down rests his head again in order to not disturb her but almost a second later his eyes jolt all the way open.

"LOVE?!!!!"

Slowly she begins to stir more, moving her legs and arms to in an attempt to regain awareness. Satoru hurriedly sits up and peers down to her with endearing hope.

Elska is coming to already and as soon as she opens her eyes and spots his silver hair, she grins.

"Awww. My sweet Sati…"

She raises her arm to hold his cheek only to giggle when he sighs emotively into it.

Gojo gently clasps his hand around hers. He has so much to ask and even say but none of the words are forming so he merely holds it there and heaves in air.

"Sati?"

Elska is only now detecting his anxieties but for the life of her, she doesn't currently comprehend why. His tearing eyes dash around before they land to her again but when they do, they seem starkly regretful.

"Love...I'm so sorry I wasn't there! I should never have let you go without me. I knew they were up to something but I-"

Gojo lowers his head in shame, perpetually losing his composure all over again but when Elska stiffens, he reflexively shuts his eyes.

As the ominous memories play back in her mind, she's instantly screaming at the top of her lungs and sent into a hysterical state. She doesn't even know that she's flailing around until she feels Satoru anchoring his body onto her.

"THE CHILDRENNNNNN!"

She struggles against him and continues to wail but her cry rips through Satoru when understands kids must have somehow been present during the attack.

Satoru whimpers somberly and holds her while her heart breaks. As her sorrows echo the otherwise silent room, he feels his own shrinking out of pure hatred.

"My love, I'm so sorry…"

He rests his chin above her head to help her settle although her sobs are still incredibly fierce. Her breath can be felt against his chest and neck as she heaves air in and quivers from the nightmare. He squeezes her tighter and prompts her with a reminder.

"I'm here love, I'm here. You're safe now…"

He begins to tear up too though when her voice goes silent and strains to make a high-pitched, fading squeak. The fact that she's as broken as he assumed absolutely wrecks his confidence on the matter but he repeats his words and kisses the top of her head.

"You're safe now."

Elska's presence surges for a moment which makes him think that the whole campus should be aware of her waking.

Choso heard and felt her so he runs back into the room.

"ELSKA!"

He continues his pace to the side of the bed where Megumi was and sits down. The sounds that leave her compel him to place a hand on her side as she's still overlapped by Gojo but is clearly needing reinforcement. She seems to respond to him and calms down slightly but with wide and teary eyes the being glances to Gojo who's just as unsettled by her torment.

"They made Toji…kill. They crushed…Getou…he crushed the children…"

With this clarification, a tear falls from the beings face. Getou has no qualms with killing innocents, but he keeps this information to himself while deciding he should eventually share the tragedy of his brothers.

Elska is slowly recognizing that the horrible sights behind her eyes are of the past but she's riddled with mourning. Understanding that the men have no idea of what all happened, she forces herself to compose the best she can and tries to sit up. 

She remembers everything from the attack which is different than how it's happened when she switched in the past. With weary and swollen eyes, she looks at the two before her.

"People were trapped...there was a leg."

Elska places a hand on her ribs but doesn't feel any remanence of pain.

"T-they tried to kill Naoya!"

Biting her lip to control her expression, she glances between Satoru and Choso as the fear of losing her prince reclaims its stance.

"His heart actually stopped. He blocked the spear that was meant for me..." 

 Choso can see her apprehension as her eyes drift to Naoya

"He's right there, Elska."

Watching her check her own reality is bizarre but he grabs her hand as he can only imagine how terrifying the ordeal was.

"I'm happy to report that Naoya is stable and with new energy."

Elska's eyes glow red but then become watery when the worst of all hits.

"But the Titers took Toji with t-them. I couldn't protect both…"

Choso feels his lips quivering when Elska, again, deteriorates before them. Moving his hand to her leg he brushes the spot to provide additional security.

"Knowing that helps, I will find him Elska. I promise you."

Satoru feels Megumi and Itadori approaching the room.

"NOT RIGHT NOW!"

He's satisfied enough when the junior shaman pull back so he leans towards Elska and grabs her shoulders.

"Love I am going to fix all of this."

He lifts her chin to him and with complete determination radiating from his eyes he elaborates. 

"Everything is going to be okay because I will not being showing any mercy. This is going to stop."

To Gojo's shock, she seems to be consoled by the malevolence exuding him because of how she eases back into his hold.

Elska feels like his dark nature is somehow nurturing her very soul. In a strange wave of reassurance, the calamity within her lessens, allowing her to finally taste the familiarity of subtle relaxation. Once closing her eyes and taking a deep but jagged breath however, a familiar voice ricochets through.

'FEED FROM THE HYBRID.'

Elska's eyes jolt open and she slowly turns her head towards Choso who's still sympathetically rubbing her leg. She questions if she should act but understands there is a reason she's being prompted to do this.

'YOU WILL SOON BE WHOLE'

 With a mousey voice, she calls Satoru's name.

"Sati?"

"Yes, my love? What do you need?"

Elska takes a deep breath before stringing the strange sentence into formation.

"I think I need to feed from Choso."

Satoru tenses up. He's afraid of repeating history so his hesitation should be understood. He's adamant about making things better, not worse.

"I don't think that's a good idea love, why would you say that?"

He looks over to Choso who shares his reluctance so he eyes the being in a way to assure that it isn't going to happen.

"I-I don't know..."

"Love what if you lose control?"

Gojo doesn't understand what she could be thinking but fears it doesn't matter as her eyes begin to glow.

"Love…wait..."

But Elska merely adjusts herself to her knees to hold her own body.

"I think the other me is me!"

When she looks up to them both she can tell they're confused by that but it's not like she has any greater understanding.

"FEED."

"I have to do it, Sati."

Elska launches herself over top the being and pins his arms down against the bed.

"Choso, I'm so sorry!"

She sees that Satoru has warped to her side in an attempt to reach her but all she can think to do is growl. He seems to be hurt by what she's trying to accomplish so out of desperation, she screams.

"JUST TRUST ME!" 

It's not until Gojo accepts her odd behavior and pulls his hand away does she feel less anxious.

Choso's in shock beneath her, not being sure as to why this is happening or if he should fight back or not.

"I-is th-this really okay?!!"

He darts his jittery eyes to Gojo fearing that this wouldn't go over well but is confused when the Silver Shaman retracts and allows it all. Choso squeaks.

"B-but don't you think this is a little inappropriate??!"

Muddle forces the being's view onto Elska where his bewilderment peaks to her apologetic features. 

'Wait...was this why I wanted to stay near her?'

Out of nowhere, a wave of ease relaxes Choso's muscles.

Gojo apprehensively folds his arms.

"Love...I don't know what it is that you're trying to do..."

"Trust me, Sati."

Elska offers the being a kind smile to show that she's still herself before proceeding.

Choso meekly nods to her and lays back down into the bed; his grasp of the sheets pulling fabric to his fingers.

"O-okay, Elska...I'm ready..."

The being takes a deep breath and releases a nervous giggle but then her fangs pierce him immediately afterwards.

Choso instantly moans and latches on; one of his bent legs on the floor kicking out reflexively. There's nothing he can do but squirm when she whimpers near his ear but even that fades with every suckle she draws out of him.

After a few seconds, her hand laces into his hair and grips the strands to pull his head more to the side; Choso closing his eyes and complying. She soon is grinding against him, grafting pleasurable noises which would have been his main focus if her presence wasn't darkening so rapidly.

Gojo is cautiously monitoring the situation but feels he should stop it when her gestures become sexual. Hearing her moan seductively into Choso leaves a bad taste in his mouth but he remembers that he unfortunately chose to trust her.

"I think the other me is me."

These haunting words bring Satoru into a new state of contradiction as he thinks about how he'll handle this if shit hits the fan.

Yes, of course Elska was different when they first met. She was kind of vicious and perhaps a little wild but because of the woman she is today, he has difficulty blending the two. He's standing by dutifully to chaperone but as soon as her free hand sails from the hybrid's hair to between his legs, Gojo freaks.

"LOVE!"

Elska grabs Choso's member and squeezes it.

"AhHhH! That's my thingy!"

She hears the being yelp but hums to his growing. Despite the conjecture being spewed, she can't help but touch him in him real time until prompted to close he punctures.

'FOCUS.'

Sitting herself up over Choso, her hand wipes his wounds away but she inhales deeply before looking down.

"Hybrid. It's incredible how arousing your blood is…"

Reading Choso's flushed and panicked expression only excites Elska more though.

"…but it makes sense I suppose."

She can sense that Satoru is reaching out behind her so she quickly grabs his wrist and flings him overhead onto the bed next to Choso.

"WooAH!"

She relishes in the shaman's surprise to her strength and chooses to praise him with her lowly voice.

"Mmmm...my favorite human."

Elska grinds on Choso again instinctively but completely means the gesticulation for Satoru.

Before either of them can say anything either way, Elska begins.

"She is right, we are one in the same…"

Overcome with desire, Elska takes Satoru's left hand and forces it upon her breast and whimpers when he grabs it. His agreeability to this salacious proposal makes her mouth water but that annoying little voice regulates her train of thought.

'FOCUS'

Elska pouts but successfully abstains from Satoru's wonderful touch in order to grant the elucidation needed. With hands propped against Choso's chest, she garners their attention with her unusually low tone.

"They took my beloved but they were originally meaning for me. I became too confident and played with the Titers. I was having fun."

She feels the anger race across her expression once considering her own carelessness but when Gojo's curious eyes feed her with questions, she starts answering.

"When our mind was repressed we split into two in order to salvage as much as possible, she would've slowly gone mad otherwise. Was I so deplorable when I was out before, Sati?"

Elska darts her gaze over to her white knight; the evil silver man that's helped her form into what she is right now. Neither he or Choso are adding any input though so she takes the floor and stares down in the being.

"You and I are almost exact, we have similar energy patterns. I am half curse as well."

Choso's eyes widen to this as many pieces fall into place. Her energy that lingers, her ability to sense the darkness within him, the fact that his blood fuels her.

"So...you're like...me?"

He breaks his gaze with Elska to turn to Satoru who seems to be thinking but isn't sharing his true feelings on the matter. Her presence increases rapidly again though so he quickly looks back to her and becomes afraid when she licks her lips. 

"If Sati wasn't here, I'd take you right now, hybrid…"

Choso cowers as her hand caresses the side of his face but he holds his breath while trying to figure out exactly what she meant.

'Wait...'

'Does she mean…'

The beings looks down at his lap right as she sinks her weight into him.

"ELSKA! NO!!!!"

He cries out and tries to flee but but feels himself being pinned by her again.

"Love. Stop it."

Satoru is not sure as to what is going on but knows he should tread lightly with his disgust of her harboring secret desires for Choso. She looks to him expressionlessly but the attention is enough.

He could get angry all day but the fact remains that if he'd not tried to manipulate her mind, things would be very different right now.

"…Love, I'm sorry for doing this to you."

Gojo feels the shame in his heart and almost as if she can read his mind she replies curiously.

"This was a war waged far before you were born sweet Sati. My ancestors and those of the Zenin and Titer clans started this centuries ago. Quite a tragic tale, honestly."

While still remaining her eyes on Satoru, Elska sinks her weight into Choso again but only because they're being dangled before her in the intimacy of this closed space. They have everything she craves.

"A Zenin heir once loved a woman from the Oda clan but their union was rejected for her clan's lack of status. Oda's were not inherently shaman and suffered in servitude to the major clans for this and many other reasons relating to general weakness. Nothing about their worlds were fair so in the very humanistic way, she decided to challenge fate. An intelligent and unusually empathetic curse heard their plight and decided to offer them a deal. The Oda's would evolve, allowing them capabilities of harnessing cursed energy but also a wickedness that is far from natural. The heartbroken Oda feverishly accepted without understanding what would be waged and allowed the curse to manifest itself into fragments to take form in every single Oda."

Elska smirks.

"The curse's stipulations were for the Oda's to end humanity by turning them into similar but lesser beings which, when reproduced enough, would eventually allow the curse to take physical form once again. The Titers, then one of the major clans, saw this as a threat and manipulated the time continuum to relocate the Oda's to a place where they would not have to fear their dark powers. They succeeded."

Gojo is left in awe by this explanation as he recalls Gaia but the mention of Oda's ties to other clans also has his head spinning.

'A Zenin?'

Instantly, Satoru snaps his head over to Naoya and contemplates on the unexplainable connection Elska has always had with him. With words merely trickling from his mouth, Gojo informs her of the changing times.

"The Zenin's want you apart of their clan this time though…the Titers as well now."

Satoru corrosively thinks back to his mother's words that confirmed the Titer's intention of breeding.

"Yes, Sati, but they foolishly misunderstand their place. The Titers never have and never will be able to control me. Their thoughts otherwise on this are contrived."

Elska now thinks of Suguru.

"I drank from Suguru Getou and learned a great deal; he's merely their powerful puppet. I believe I placed enough doubt in his mind though and if he's worth anything he will realize his own will."

Choso and Gojo both wear expressions of mortification that she ignores.

"If he ends up agreeing with his clan then I'll be forced to act however. They do not properly comprehend that their fate rests on my whims."

Elska's mildly maniacal expression fades.

"What they've done however, I will require lives to pay for it."

She looks over to Naoya and winces to the reminder of his suffering.

"My prince will soon awaken. His DNA synthesis rapidly took course and it was unlike anything I've ever seen…"

Merely gazing upon her blonde lover quells her strength so she peels her aways away.

"Naoya Zenin has an adverse effect on my existence, he drains me of my ability to stay in this form."

Her radiantly red eyes land onto the being.

"…which is why I need to become whole. It is my understanding that you somehow can make this possible."

Gojo is trying to make sense of this new information and is categorizing his brain for this purpose. When her eyes meet his own again though, he's pulled from the walls of his mind and into the present.

"My sweet Sati, I will have you too if I can. You're a variable in all of this. The Gojo's certainly have never had a turned amongst their ranks and with your innate power, I am hesitant to expose you to this needlessly. In theory, I will be your master but your soul particularly is already so darkened that I am forced to question what your nature will be."

Satoru has never discussed becoming like her but a small part of his heart is mended knowing that he's not left out of her collection.

"Love, I would be willing if you saw fit.

He removes his hand from her breast and brings it to her face. She seems to like being addressed this way which cements the fact for him that they really both are Elska.

'She refers to me as Sati too.'

Elska abruptly dips back down into Choso's neck and bites him again. The being pleasantly whines while his cursed blood reanimates through her veins; gifting her more time and strength. The thought of wiping out the Titers and rescuing her beloved mix with the sensations of the being's blood. compelling her to breathlessly moan. She feels him growing more underneath her again and smiles into his neck; wishing she didn't need his permission to make him hers.

 'HE IS NOT READY YET'

Despite her current ecstasy, she yanks her head up and huffs with annoyance before closing the being's wounds.

"Sometimes, I grow fucking tired of your voice."

'Who is she talking to?'

Choso feels his brow furrowing as he recalls the other times she seemed to speak to no one.

He's reading that Elska's now agitated for some reason and wonders if he shouldn't make a break for it soon. Nothing about this is comfortable for him because he can only think about Naoya and Toji and how they would be losing their shit if they were witnessing this nor does he want to be at the receiving end of Gojo's wrath either.

"You need not run, hybrid…"

Elska sighs to the obvious hesitation from Choso and maneuvers herself off of him and stands.

"I will not turn either of you right now for our efforts should be placed into retrieving my beloved."

Gojo warps behind her and spins her around in order to collapse her in his embrace.

"Do you not fear me, Sati?"

Satoru chuckles into her hair and is surprised when this dark Elska relaxes into him.

"Oh I fear you…I just love you as well."

'She loves monsters because she is one too…'

He knows this thought would likely terrify anyone else but Gojo feels like a new bond has been created between them in this moment and reminds her of something imperative.

"I know you feared me but even after everything, you also never let me go."

He inhales her natural aroma and sways them in place.

"And that's because...you're my love."

He wonders as well who Elska meant that random statement to but doesn't feel the need to press her for more information as he's still working through what was just laid out.

Being so close to Satoru, feeling his body heat and breath brings Elska back to her arousal that she's been fighting for the sake of communication.

She bites his chest through his shirt and rakes her nails down his back when he whimpers but tasting his own excitement pushes her to the idea that enough has been said. 

Gojo feels himself being slung onto the bed but watches Choso jump up to a stand. Elska straddles him and tears her slip open before glaring down and giving a demand.

"Remove your shirt."

Satoru hastily does as he's told while admiring how frightening her mannerisms are. When she leans down to kiss him, she lifts her weight from his lap and growls.

"Your clothing is still in the way."

To which Satoru eagerly shimmies the waistband to his thighs, allowing his hardened flesh to make contact with her bare skin. He quickly finds Choso who is standing a few feet away with his jaw slacked open.

"Cho-…"

But Elska covers his lips and aligns herself with Satoru's erection.

"Do not concern yourself with him while I fuck you."

Not a moment later, he feels her wet warmth slide down his shaft and he groans into her palm as she feels fantastic. She pins his arms over his head against the mattress and proceeds to thrust herself over him passionately. Gojo lays there, panting in pleasure to the way he's being roughly ridden but when he notices the way she gasps to using him, a long-forgotten desire to tame her materializes.

Suddenly, Gojo experiences his own switch as she continues to bounce herself on him. He breaks an arm free and sends his hand to her throat, squeezing it as he pulls her face down to his. When she bites her lip with arrogant eyes, he understands that she's hoping he'd fight back for dominance and whispers into her lips.

"My love...I will have you begging me to stop."

Elska grins to the confirmation but unexpectedly finds that Satoru is no longer below her. She teases in her lowly voice as she recognizes his presence warping behind instead.

"Try your best, sweet Sati. You will not break me." 

Satoru smacks his lips and snaps his fingers.

"Choso, find me something to tie her up with."

"W-what?!"

Feeling the disconnect, Elska brings her eyes to Choso who seems to not understand why so she smiles.

"Do as he says."

Satoru now wraps a hand around Elska's throat again but pulls her back to where she's on her knees and he can feel his erection rubbing thigh. She tries to angle herself so she could slip him in but fails. She huffs disapprovingly but is soon met with his grith spreading her, leaving her crying out in lust.

"My love, is that what you wanted?"

He leans down by her ear while he seats himself completely and snickers as he rams her a few times.

Choso is finding the request made of him to be completely outlandish.

'She shouldn't be t-tied up!'

He now hears Satoru thrusting into Elska and feels cumbersome with witnessing it in person over using his technique. What he cannot ignore though, is his own throbbing as he scurries to find anything that can be used for restraints. While searching through the drawers he comes across a scarf and quickly throws it over to Gojo without looking at them.

Instead, Choso's eyes take to Naoya in the other bed and he frowns to the situation at hand but knows there's nothing he can really do to stop Elska. It's clear that she initiated and wanted to further down this adventure with Satoru but can't help but feel that it's somehow disrespectful.

Gojo pushes Elska down into the bed and brings her arms to fold neatly behind her back.

"Like old times…haven't seen you in a bind in a few years, huh?"

Wantonly, Gojo secures the scarf around her forearms and wrists. 

"So fucking sexy."

He nudges her body forward so he can sit on his knees behind her and admire her body as he postures himself over his love's legs. With his left hand he grabs himself up to rub into her folds, moaning to the visible evidence that he's going to be able to let loose. He vaguely notices Choso run out of the room and chuckles.

"I guess he didn't want to watch. Smart move."

He squeezes himself into her wonderful body but without warning, Gojo begins pounding her relentlessly and relishes while she moans into the sheets. He grabs her throat again with his right hand to pull her back towards him.

"That's right my love, you will take this dick and you will fucking like it."

He then slaps her ass with his left.

"I am going to conquer you all over again…",

Satoru hisses when he pulls on her waist to make sure there's not a single inch of him missing out. Her lubricious voice sirens which causes him to tighten his grasp on her throat from the high received as he delivers deeper thrusts. Whimpers fall from his lips when Elska contracts around him but it also pushes him to study her body's response as he proceeds through her orgasm.

"Already, huh?"

The accomplishment fills Satoru with pride and he expresses it by still crashing into her as she comes apart. After a passionate few minutes, he slows down to caress her internally.

"Mmmm…"

Gojo hums to how slippery her walls have become.

"Perhaps my love prefers to be controlled?"

He slaps her rear again before regaining his grip on her hip. Languidly, he funnels his length in but then drags himself along the side of her walls with slightly rotated hips.

It feels so good to Elska but his teasing is driving her crazy. Whenever he fills her, she clasps to the idea of ruining but each time, she's left to endure his slowed torture. He finally gives an intensified thrust that garners an unexpected moan but with her time in this form fading, she considers encouraging him.

"Sweet Sati..."

She gasps when he nails her again but this time she leans her head back into his chest.

"It would make me happy if you tried."

Letting out a depraved sigh, Gojo's hand is soon caressing her breasts from behind where he gently tweaks her nipples. His lips find her neck and then cheek where he seductively warns her.

"I am going to ruin you…"

Lathered in a questionable aura, Satoru decides to warp in front of her and watches her body fall into the mattress.

"So helpless..."

He grabs up some of Elska's hair and assists lifting her head while tilting his chin to the side. His mouth eerily forms into a daunting smirk when sends him alluring eyes.

"The scary Elska Oda…"

She opens her mouth so he happily sends himself down her throat.

"…gagging on my dick."

He works his hips into her as expected tears roll down her face. When he removes himself to allow her air, he sighs to her saliva-coated breasts that glisten like little treasures. To his surprise though, Elska concupiscently moans and ends it with a challenge.

"Is that all you've got?"

Satoru groans his lecherous desires but is soon parting his lips and tracing hers with his tip. 

"Oh love. I'm disappointed! You should know me better than that."

Playing along with their banter, Gojo proceeds to thrust into her mouth again. When she chokes on him, he throws his head back with furrowed brows, panting to how much he misses their solidarity.

"My sexy little Elska…"

Feeling his grip in her hair as he harshly stretches her throat fills her with exhilaration. There are reasons as to why Satoru is so special to her and this depravity he harbors is one of them; it mirrors her nature. She looks up to him the best she can as her muscles convulse to his motions, loving the dominating way in which he treats her.

'Nobody has ever been so brave.'

Thinking this as she gags.

He removes himself from her mouth again but drags his member along her face which makes her whimper with anticipation.

"I can't finish until I've opened everything, love."

Elska shivers to his voice as it is chilling but she at least now knows that he's going to take her in every way he can. He warps behind her again but is maneuvering her to lay on her left side. She tries to adjust in a way that makes her arms more comfortable but he slaps her thigh.

"Don't squirm now love, it's too late for that."

Satoru bends her legs up towards her chest on the mattress so he could have unobstructed access. Spreading his kneeing stance, he leans over her to grab her throat again while he begins to nudge her second entrance.

"You are mine to fuck and so is this ass."

His face twists with bliss and he groans down to her as he feels himself slowly making progress. He loves how her face creases into pleasure the deeper he goes but it also makes him wonder.

'Has she liked this all along?'

But he's is soon taken out of thought when she gasps to being further parted. He releases her throat to lean back and stabilize himself with her hip, wanting to watch himself submerge into her.

"Look at you love, taking me so well…"

Elska cries out heatedly while he bites his lip and backs out to start the process over. Silently, he drops some of his own saliva down where they meet and works himself in deeper, becoming completely swallowed by her body.

"Such a good girl…"

Together, they breathlessly whine when their wanton glares meet but he establishing their rhythm. 

"Take it all…"

He can literally feel her accepting him; manipulating her own body in a way that gives him less resistance.

"Fuuuuuuck..."

Gojo stealthily increases his force and rather enjoys how she smiles while enduring him.

"YES, SATI!"

He's watching her skin ripple and wave out from his impacts and it nearly makes him come undone. Holding the knowledge that she's enjoying this is a complete game changer for he no longer feels like he has to pretend.

Doused in infatuation, he pulls out to take in the sight of her mess and rolls her onto her stomach.

"My turn to ride you."

After guiding his way back in, he leans over her from above and hovers in order to continuously pound through her.

Elska is completely under his control and is thrilled by how rough his demeanor is. Through her moans she tries to tell him that it's coming but before she can, pheromones release into the room.

She turns her head and sees Satoru's face next to hers as he fills his lungs and moans against her shoulder, his motions halting while he does. It takes a few seconds but soon, Gojo's voice trickles into her ear.

"You must love it when I fuck you like this…"

Inspired, he picks up his pace again.

"I want more, Sati! Give it to me-e-e."

His ramming chopped her message but her eyes roll back when he gives her exactly what she's asking for.

She can tell by his breathing that he's nearing his end so she arches her back underneath him as if she were a pretty present all for him. He moans his appreciation and after that, each stroke is so full and penetrating all the way up to the moment she feels his presentation become sloppy. She's rolled onto her back but he swiftly enters her after spreading her legs. The look on his face is breathtaking and she can sense his relief as he slowly nudges through her a few more times.

While holding her ankles and leaning his hips into her, he brings his gaze from her face to where they're connected and grunts to how pleasing the sight is. He leans down to kiss her as he comes to terms with his affections for Elska as a whole.

"I love every single side of you…"

He leans back up so he can watch his contents spill from her after pulling out and moans when she's even more beautiful than he remembers. Rolling her back onto her stomach he reaches down to undo her binds and finds their lips meeting as soon as she is free.

She slides her tongue into his mouth and they moan into each other, again. When she breaks away she brushes her thumbs across his soft cheek.

"I don't have much time left like this but one day I will be whole. Let's see if you can overpower me then. I will be a blend of all attributes but I can promise, I'll want more of this."

Her eyes feel heavy now as she feels her state diminishing.

"I will have to sleep again but I will return to normal when I wake. Will you…"

Surprised by herself and these strange emotions, she hesitates before revealing a request.

"…will you bring me to sleep next to Naoya? I don't want him to be alone..."

She's taken back by Satoru's kind smile as he lifts her up into his arms. They sway as he uses his knees to bring them to the edge of the bed and they nearly fall over as he works to swing his legs out to the floor.

They laugh together as he awkwardly finds his balance but he feels Elska's sincerity as he walks them over to Naoya.

"You can rest easy love and I'll clean you up…"

He tells her this while lowering her down next to the sleeping Zenin. Her eyes are quickly losing their glow as she lays there and wraps her arms around Naoya's left one, so he unfortunately knows she's going to be out again here soon.

"Love?"

Elska brings her hazy gaze to him.

"We will find Toji, I swear it's my priority."

She sleepily smiles while burrowing a spot for her head.

"I'm glad to know he's important to you as well Sati. Please, locate my beloved…he needs me…"

While he forms his next words, Elska's closes her eyes and falls asleep instantaneously.

"Love, I will make this world work for you…"

After donning her with a simple kiss, he stands upright again to find something to wash their wonderful experience with. He wets the towel with warm water in the bathroom but while in the mirror, Satoru gazes at himself and takes a moment to aggregate some of their best times together. He never once thought that love was something he could obtain but every day with Elska shows him that its because she's the embodiment of it, not a mere concept.

"How did I get so lucky?"

After wiping Elska down he crawls in the bed and uses the slightest bit of space given to make his own spot next to her. He ponders on what she said earlier about the curse's will to replace humanity and smiles into her neck.

"I don't much care for humans either. Whatever your endgame is, love, we will make it happen. This world is our world."