Warning: VicariousUpstream on WebNovel wrote this. If you don't like freaky shit, or read chapter 115 of Adaptive Quincy on Webnovel (as this is a continuation) and you didn't like it, leave, fuck off for your own sanity, as this is a cognitohazard.
[Seeker] hid inside a theater, as he darted off from his lustful pursuer, seeking refuge in the set of chairs that wasn't completely mangled from the battle at Shibuya, as he laid low amongst the chairs, his heart skipping a beat in fear as he saw someone with blond hair approaching him, before he sagged slightly in relaxation.
'Ah, hot dammit… It's the queen of salty runbacks…' [Seeker] thought, as he was greeted by Saki, his body relaxing slightly.
Saki, the abandoned scion of the Rindo household, and Fukuoka's strongest sukeban looked at the staggering and beleaguered black man, as she spoke in a condescending tone. "Hey… I know you're new to Japan, but you were running away from a thot… I know you probably aren't-"
"I'm perfectly aware of that, unfortunately…. My head hurts… To make matters worse… There might be a curse… or several in here… They're popping up like whack-a-mole… I feel so damn weak…" [Seeker] groaned
"You can't die here… I... I need my get back." Saki said, her voice trembling. She may have wanted to defeat him, but not let him get killed or diddled.
"I'm not gonna! But… I genuinely don't have the energy…. After Shibuya… AND using my Reality Mar-... Domain on Sukuna especially, I'm utterly wiped."
"Well, the hell do you want me to do?!"
"...You're right. Just... Go. I should be fine… But before you do… The… "thot"... She had the same scars as that Geto guy… I should be fine, my ally should be returning soon and Parwane-sensei is… Dammit… My body is legitimately-" His body collapsed, leaving her alone with an uncertain choice.
Abandon her ally and leave him a sitting duck, or stay and become two sitting ducks for whatever Cursed Spirit is present.
To abandon an ally, or die alongside said ally.
Fortunately the choice became rather easy, as his body immediately seemed to twitch, a sigh of relief exiting her lips as his own started to move, resisting exhaustion.
"My Serv-... My ally… S-she should be coming soon…" he said, as he tried to force himself upright against the wall, fighting the urge to pass out again. "Don't worry, Rindo-chan… I'm still a superstar, I'll live… forever…"
Saki begrudgingly left [Seeker] behind, and headed into the belly of the beast, remaining vigilant as she had to venture off… into the abyss.
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The room was yet another sobering reminder of the carnage displayed, the walls adorned with so many fractures, that an onlooker would've assumed the building was already left bereft and dilapidated.
Of course, everyone else in Shibuya who lived (not many) would've known better.
As Saki walked through the glorified carcass of what used to be a building, she found her foot laid overtop of something else. Not something as tough or brittle as the chunks of concrete and drywall on the ground, but something… softer. She looked down to find that… she hit the slightly inflamed hand of a dead body. Her eyes widened, and she subconsciously backed away in a mix of confusion and slight horror as the realization had been made.
In the middle of the room lay the corpse of Suguru Geto, face pale, body cold and rotting, hands reddening, and slightly puffy, but above all else, his head was split open, the rattling sound of bone on bone, his face made into a mockery of a peaceful sleep.
'What the hell…? This makes no sense… He was the guy who masterminded the whole disaster at Shibuya, right…? Why's he already de– Did he just…? Nah, my eyes are just messed up from earlier… Right?'
As her eyes focused even more intently on the body, the hand started to twitch again, his body jerking up with an unnatural form of stretching, the arms stiffening as his phalanges remained crooked, while the rest of the body, arose in a manner unbefitting of a living being, as his stiffened arms positioned themselves in a 'W' shape.
Meanwhile with Kenny, prancing through the ruins, (s)he's listening to Kendrick Lamar, while hunting a black guy.. "...At first, I did love you….♪ BUT NOW I JUST WANNA FUCK! ♪Late nights thinking of you…. UNTIL I GET MY NUT ♪[...] When I get signed, I'mma act a fool, hit the dance floor, strobe lights in my room, snatch your little secretary bitch for the homies, blue eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey~ Found him. Huh, my old Edo era friend was right, the thrill is sweet~."
(FLASHBACK)
"Kenjaku. You said you wanted to show me something?" a man with a topknot approached the most wicked Sorcerer in history, mild confusion on his face
"Ah, hello, Jane Juliet… You're early."
"That's not my– never mind, you said you had some… dessert? Can't stay long, my wife's getting suspicious."
"Yes, behold this milk!"
"...Milk? Doesn't seem like…" the man sipped the milk only to light up. "Huh, it's actually really… sweet. Where'd you get it?"
"Cambodia."
"...From what though? Cows? That one kind of tree nut?"
"Cambodians."
A dark pause filled the air, as the topknotted man tried to wrap his head around the implications, before Kenjaku spoke again.
"Say, maybe you can just use your hair for Cursed Energy discharge? I've heard of these 'firearms' in the West… Just turn your hair into one."
(Flashback over)
Kenjaku smiled as (s)he entered the theater. "Nowhere to run now, Tyrone. Just let me rock that body…"
(A/N: Options for [Seeker]'s Servant for you guys: Snake Woman friend, 8 Flourishes, or the Sun. Or I can just stop, since this is an AU of the actual story. This is my side account for weird shit, and I prefer to release the actual story for y'all to read in the next 5 years. It's not as freaky, I promise)