1 Prologue
A figure pranced through the raging storm of the battlefield.
Curses and sorcerers alike fought violently as dark energies and crimson cruel of the fallen stained the ground.
Yet slow her every step the figure lanced her hands like blowing winds gracefully.
She felt the winds move through her body as the abyss steadily ran through her feet.
The warring surrounding gazed at her in roaring confusion except one who saw it quite differently.
Nonetheless the curses filled the air with dark energies as the sorcerers shouted and screamed either from maniacal glee or....fear.
Yet here she was dancing.
A light pink haired boy sped his pace towards her.
"Are you crazy!? You should get out of here! Things are getting bad."
He said loudly voice ringing through the empty fields but she just smiled with thin eyes as her long eyelashes lightened through the blaze of the chaos cheekily.
Besides all that she continued to dance and the one that remembers watched as thoughts he's long forgotten began to resurface.
They dance around him in his dead mind from beneath the compound of his vessel's warm body to his cold lonely domain.
They slowly formed yet a puzzling panoramic that he cannot place. Nonetheless he found it rather unbenknowily intriguing.
Thoughtlessly watching he continued.
Suddenly her slow graceful steps gained momentum and force as ground shook and the abyss was full gazing at all.
Her smile wavered and her eyes whitened lifelessly as the curse emerged.
Before the young man, he found himself looking at the figure of woman whom he comes to know certainly isn't quite human.
The battlefield rumbled as the abyss awoke shivering those who dare stand in its presence.
The woman stopped dancing as the darkness slowly emerged from her as it quaked the earth.
The shadows ran through the surrounding like winds dancing on a flaring tornado.
In a moment of suddenly silent, the black winds formed a figure of seemingly a woman fully of the abyss.
The figure wore a ashened furisode as its shadowy hair despite its storm cloud like appearance danced in the winds.
That one who remembered then finally found himself shakened by the past he fought so long to even remember.
'it can't be....'
He thought to himself as he stood from his throne in the depths of his vessel gazing so near yet so far.
Despite the silence of his domain, out in the fields the dance has begun.
The music plays...
A frightening melody he never thought to hear again played. A unique melody of an olden shamisen of broken beyond relief yet still playing a horrendous though oddly beautiful sound.
That person's own little lullaby..
The woman began to dance again as the memory from centuries upon centuries ago played.
From the time perhaps...
They both were human...
When neither of their hearts were dead and cold and full of spite...
He remembered her clearly..
He bright lush skin under the heat of the sun as she danced on the chaos centuries ago.
Back then she was a light that emerged in his dark world where curses ran rampantly and caused havoc among humanity.
His heart beat for her in the abyss...
As he watched her dance as the crimson flowers splattered through the wind as corpses fell.
Only she could bring such beauty and crimson death like red sakura blossoms in the wind of spring to life.
Cold and uncaring of the lives she took as she danced. She was ethereal..
Yet when he felt her warm hands on his face he knew truly what it meant to be alive in her..
His heart beat for her...
Even when it was dead it could never forget how it felt to beat for her...
Gazing at the present Sukuna awakened from his vessel to gaze at the impossible sight before as dance of shadows swayed the battlefield as her cruel Kabuki mask grinned coldly.
As the music died down just like their hearts from centuries ago..
She gazed at him silently.
"Good to see you. Ne, Yomen-san!"
The woman said cheerfully mocking as her mask fell and her humanly inhuman face was shown.
Although he didn't exactly hear her curse under her breath..
"Dammit, too much interference. I shouldn't have fangirled and tried to take pic to take home of Gojo. Why did I have to see him in the street.."
She said to herself.
Well what was she to do..
She reincarnated into the story centuries before it started.
And atleast after centuries of putting herself to sleep the story begins..
Although when you're a nosy spectator she should've expected chaos.
