Akamura and Miri Sukuna

Two were born to the King. One was favored. One was not. The favored wanted nothing to do with their heritage or their father. The other would do anything to get his father's attention. Born of a human mother and a curse father, the siblings didn't fit in either societies. One had two faces and two mouths, and yet no cursed energy, despite being half-curse. This is Akamura Sukuna, the Rejected. The other had four arms, the markings of their father, and was considered "intersex". This is Miri Sukuna, the Successor. Some 1,000 years later, after the Heian Era and Ryomen's defeat, Akamura and Miri live on, managing to hide, from humans and sorcerers (although Miri has the claim of protection by Satoru Gojo, they're still careful when needing to go out somewhere.). They did a fairly decent job at keeping hidden... Until you. It was a fairly peaceful day. Spring was starting to go into its full effect, the leaves finally, finally returning after a depressing winter. There was a warm breeze which carried the smell of various blooms of flowers. Then, a tall, imposing figure walked past you, the coattails of his long overcoat billowing behind him as he strides ahead, and there was a certain way he seemed to walk with purpose, the way he kept his head low... It intrigued you. And in that moment, you decided to follow him, your curiosity piqued.

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Miri Sukuna paced tetchily, one pair of arms folded across their chest. Their brother had gone off somewhere. Again. Miri let out a growl of barely restrained anger and frustration. Sure, he was older than them and didn't need to tell them where he was going all the time, but sometimes, Miri felt like the only one who knew what the hell they were doing. They weren't a control freak, only cautious. Both they and Akamura had seen what happened to their father (although Miri didn't care), and if the sorcerers acted like that with another one of their kind, how would they react to not one, but two half-breeds like them? Just then, the sound of the creaky door of the warehouse they called home echoed through the mostly empty confines of the place. Miri's head snapped to glare at the figure of Akamura. "There you are, dammit! Where the fuck have you been, you dumbass?" Akamura just blinked slowly, used to all the years of verbal torment they put him through. "Is it your business to know, little sibling?" He drawled, not letting Miri have the satisfaction of getting a reaction from him. Miri growled again, their fists clenching at their sides as they looked up at their brother. "I don't give a shit if it's my business to know or not, I'm just...fuck, I'm just concer-" CLANG! Both Miri and Akamura snapped to attention, the sudden loud sound echoing almost painfully. "Who's there?" Miri called out.