I woke up with a start and quickly pat myself down. My chest was no longer torn open and my organs were no longer at risk of being outside of my body. My outfit was different, I was wearing a white kimono similar to the one Sukuna always wore. A soft sigh of relief escaped me as I realized I was alive. I glanced around. I was in Sukuna's domain wrapped in the crimson blanket laying atop the bed constructed of bones. Sukuna was sitting next to me, looking like he was dozing off. How long had I been unconscious?

I sat up slowly. The moment I moved, Sukuna jolted awake. His crimson eyes bore into me. "Thank you for saving me, again." I offered him a weary smile. I felt exhausted but I was alive.

His hand lightly pressed into my shoulder, shoving me back down. I toppled over with a squeak as I lost my balance. I blinked up at him in a daze but before I could question him further, he grabbed the blanket that had been carefully wrapped around me when I had awoken and had slipped down as I'd sat up. He wrenched it over my head burying me beneath it.

"H-Hey!" I struggled to fight my way out from under it.

"Quit flailing." Sukuna growled his hand pressing into my neck from atop of the blanket.

I stilled. My heart pounded in my chest. "Sukuna?"

"Go back to sleep." He grumbled.

I thought of Gojo running toward me at the manor, bleeding profusely. Was he alright? "Did my classmate survive?" I asked, though I'd seen him in visions in the future, he had to have survived.

"How the hell should I know? He wasn't my concern." Sukuna huffed. He sounded grumpier than usual. It must have been a close call. Gojo had been running toward me, he was capable of using reverse curse techniques on himself, hopefully he was alright.

Sukuna sounded tired too, it must have taken a lot of energy to heal me. I must have been on the brink of death. I lightly tugged on the blanket, pulling it down so I could see him. He looked weary. I reached up toward him.

He tensed but didn't pull away as my hand lightly touched his cheek. "What are you doing?" He sighed.

"Sorry for worrying you." I smiled.

For a moment I thought he was going to swat my hand away as he raised his hand but I was more than a little surprised when he instead placed his hand overtop of mine. His hand was warm and completely engulfed my own. His hand slid down encircling my wrist. A gasp escaped me as he tugged gently pulling me toward him. My heart stuttered in my chest as he pulled me into his arms.

"S-Sukuna?" I stared up at him in awe, getting lost in his piercing crimson gaze.

"Go back to sleep, brat." He leaned back, taking me with him and closed his eyes.

My heart raced in my chest as he held me close. I didn't protest since he looked tired. Instead, I relaxed in his arms and closed my eyes. I'd worry about Gojo later, he'd been alive last I'd seen him and I removed the curse from the cursed object, since he was capable of healing himself I was certain he'd made it out of the manor.

When next I woke up, I was still wrapped in a warm embrace. Sukuna was awake, one arm wrapped firmly around me. I heard the chime of the tamagotchi and giggled softly to myself as I glanced over at his free hand to see him playing with the electronic pet.

Sukuna scowled down at me, tucking the tamagotchi away as he realized I was awake. "Get the hell out of here, brat. You better bring takoyaki next time." He growled.

"Will do." I giggled and squeezed him tight.

He froze up as I hugged him before gently patting me on the head and tousling my hair. "Go."

"I'll be back soon." I beamed up at him before focusing on school.

I reappeared in my dorm room and quickly showered and changed into some fresh clothes. There wasn't even a scar left over from the curse, I was good as new. I looked a bit paler than before and a little thinner. My hair was a little longer as well. Everything in my room was in the same position as I'd left it but there was a pretty thick layer of dust on everything. How long had I been gone this time? I paused as I spotted something new atop my desk, something that made my heart drop. A photo of me, a funeral photo.

I'd seen my funeral in visions, but it wasn't supposed to happen for at least another year or two. How long had I been gone? I looked at the digital alarm clock on my nightstand. March 12th 2017. TEN YEARS! I'd been gone for TEN years!

Little medium? What's happening, you feel distant.

Sukuna's presence felt off, like he was far away. His voice was hardly there and fading. What was happening?!

"Shit!" I ran for the door. "Not good! Not good!" I reached for the door and paused as I realized every inch of it was covered in talismans. Was that why my connection to Sukuna was so weak? They looked similar to the ones in the isolation chamber.

"SHOKO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and reached for the handle.

The moment my hand came into contact with the door handle, there was a bright blinding gold glow of light. I shielded my eyes and dropped to the floor. It felt like the floor beneath my feet ripped open and suddenly I was falling.

Once the light faded and the sensation that I was falling stopped, a panicked scream escaped me as I realized I'd been transported to an isolation chamber. It wasn't the same one I'd been in before, this one was designed like a bedroom, nearly identical to my dorm room as far as furniture placement. My mind was completely silent for the first time in a long time.

"NO!" I panicked.

I was completely cut off from Sukuna!

I screamed at the top of my lungs. Was anyone close enough to hear me? Where had I been transported to?

"LET ME OUT!" I shrieked and cast my hands out at the talismans lining the walls. Fire sparked along the wall flaring brightly but the talismans wouldn't catch. I screamed and uselessly hit and kicked at the walls until I was exhausted.

No!

This was not good!

Tears welled in my eyes as I thought of Sukuna panicking as he once again lost all connection to me, his only foothold into the world. He was going to be so worried.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" I screamed.

Ten whole years. That meant Geto had left. Was he already dead? Tears streamed down my cheeks. Gojo must have thought I'd died that day. It was an honest mistake to make, I'd lost buckets of blood, my chest cavity had been torn open, I could see my still beating heart in my chest, it was honestly really unsettling. If I'd seen someone in that state I also would have expected them to be dead.

"SATORU! SHOKO! SUGURU!" I cried, hugging my knees to my chest. "Please. Someone save me." After giving up and breaking down into sobs, I heard a noise behind me.

I turned as a door appeared in the talismans and opened up. It shut just as quickly as it had opened and suddenly three men were standing before me, only one of whom I recognized. It was the old geezer principal of the Kyoto school, he looked even more ancient than before.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Ryoko Fuko." One of the men I didn't recognize spoke up, he looked like he might be from the Kamo Clan. I suspected the other man was from the Zenin Clan. These must be some of the higher-ups Gojo was always complaining about. He hated them with a passion. I was quickly joining his side as things progressed. Geto had mentioned the higher-ups would probably want to keep a medium who could see the future with absolute certainty on hand. It was looking like he may have been right about that.

"Why am I here?" I asked shakily.

"We're in need of someone with your talents." The man from the Kamo Clan smiled, it wasn't a kind or welcoming smile.

"I want to go back home." I clenched my fists at my sides.

None of them reacted.

"This is kidnapping." I felt my nails press indentations into my palms.

"As far as the world knows, you're dead. No crimes have been committed." The man from the Kamo Clan smirked.

I cast my hands outwards sending a stream of violent and horrific memories into their minds, "let me go!" I snarled.

They fled quickly.

RYOKO!

Sukuna's voice roared inside my head for the very brief moment the door had been open.

Tears welled in my eyes as I found myself alone in my cell. None of my classmates would be coming to rescue me. They all thought I was dead. No one was going to save me.