He sat at the end of the bed. Her bed. The little woman slept restlessly in the hotel room. The sorcerer Nanami and protégée Itadori, the king's vessel, had left the hotel room long ago with no one to guard their pretty little monster.

She tossed and turned in the bed, eventually violently kicking the covers off to reveal a very thin nightgown  that she slept in. Her forehead scrunched before she wined and then relaxed some. He grimaced and looked down at her with hooded eyes.

He found her body very unpleasant to look at. What, with how bony she was, ugly scars that marred her body, ribs sticking out, stomach painfully vaccumed in, and not to mention how pale she was for her natural skin tone. Hollowed cheeks, showing off sharp bones, sharp dents in her skin where she had whole chunks ripped off.

The dark haired man moved from the end of the bed and leaned against the mattress before he brought his fingers to ever so lightly caress her face.

She shot up into a sitting position and her eyes frantically searched around before her cloudy mind remembered that she had no sight. She blinked rapidly and crawled out of bed, stumbling over the sheets and almost falling backwards with how quick she was trying to get up.

Her bottom lip wobbled and her skinny legs shook to hold her weight. She was like a baby bird. He smirked at her and watched without a sound as she felt around the room and tried searching for someone. He knew that she was going to be fruitless in her search because it was him she was searching for, and let's be honest, an old blind lady will loose hide and seek with someone like him every time.

After she searched the whole room she sighed and shook her head, she felt around to get back to her bed and she laid down and covered herself up. He watched her for what seemed like hours before she was out again.

He towered over the bed as he began to sit next to her sleeping body.

"Oh, the fragile little queen." He muttered to himself, his scarred lips flicking up into a half smile before falling back down.

"Don't worry, I'll save you. You could be the ultimate weapon, and I'll take such good care of you little one." His voice was just above a whisper, but it didn't seem to affect her sleeping state.

He looked all around her pathetic excuse of a room. She slept on a fold out couch, there was a small dresser right across from it. The room itself was incredibly small, however it did have a tiny balcony. Of course his little curse knew nothing of said balcony, this being the way he got in to see her every night.

It was too risky for him to show up at the jujutsu school, especially when she slept in the room beside Gojo. He had that fight planned elsewhere and at a later time.

His eyes were quickly drawn from the clothing in her drawers to her tiny body as she clawed the sheets beneath her and snapped her head to the side.

"How pathetic." He chuckled lowly before finding what he was looking for. Her kimono. The white one, he saw her wear it every single day, it was the last thing she had left and the only thing he knew for a fact, she would never leave behind.

He made quick work of tucking the small tracking device into the banding on the hems. Then he folded it back up so messily that it looked like he just wadded it up and threw it in there. He looked at the folding job with distaste once it was back in the drawer. He shrugged and closed the drawer before turning and going back to the girl who was finally having a seemingly peaceful sleep.

He almost smiled as he leaned on the hand he put on her thigh. He peered down a her, specifically her breasts that were spilling out of her noodle strapped night dress. Finally he drew his eyes to her face.

"Don't worry little monster, soon they won't be able to hurt you anymore." He sighed and poked at a couple of the scars before she grumbled and started to turn over. He turned her back onto her back and held her face "I will make you so powerful, you can have back everything they took from you, you can take it right back. Promise. I'll give you more than you've ever had... so will Sukuna."

His lips brushed her cheek and he smirked smugly before going out onto the balcony and jumping from the fifth story railing like it was nothing.

He walked with his chest puffed, proud of his many recent visits with the curse. Sure she wasn't awake for any of them and sure she had no idea they were happening, but nonetheless he felt accomplished. Soon he would have the queen on his side, which would bring to him the king. Because what is a king without his queen?

Back in her hotel room, the poor woman shifted with discomfort in her sleep before her eyes opened. She threw her feet over the side of the bed and let them dangle. She had a tingling feeling all over her skin, quite like someone had been watching her. She was already unsure because she thought someone had touched her face when she woke up from her night terror earlier.

She started to walk towards her bedroom door before she walked right into the wall. Her hands searched the wall for a door for what seemed like thirty minutes before she remembered that she was no longer in her comfort zone.

This wasn't her room, and Gojo wasn't just next door to soothe her mind or her stomach. She was quite literally starving, her stomach was beginning to eat itself and that wasn't a pleasant feeling.

She hadn't eaten once in the eight days that she had been under Nanami's watch. Granted he had been gone most of the time, he probably thought she was eating while he was gone. The only reason she hasn't gotten herself food is because she doesn't know how to cook, she doesn't know where anything is, and she doesn't know how to use an oven. Gojo always got food for her.

She sighed and sat on her bed, thoroughly distraught at her situation. Should she risk trying to make something? But what if Nanami knew that she hadn't been eating and he didn't want her eating? What if Nanami tortured her for using up their food? What if Nanami wanted her to starve as a punishment for burdening him with being under his care?

Perhaps she'll just sit and wait for Gojo to come back.

Yeah, that sounds like the best idea.