If curiosity didn't kill one that night, it would kill two birds with one stone.
The pile of fresh meat overflowing with blood that dripped between the corners and edges, slipping and losing the shape of a piled volcano to fall to the bottom of the box made of black stone. In the center lay Satoru's blood running down the palm of his hand cut by himself, by the cursed energy-covered knife Yaga had passed him.
— Never lose the image you want the curse to have, at any time, otherwise... —he swallowed hard, passing a hand over his forehead. Seriously he couldn't believe he was doing this—, otherwise it won't work. You will create a monstrosity without form or consciousness.
It's not as if the principal had preferences for helping a student with something like this, they were just curiosities and responsibility, anyway, sooner or later Satoru would do it. The sweat ran down his forehead, he thought he was crazy for doing this a second time after denying him the true origin of Panda, but it's not like he could deny himself that he also wanted to see this one again and with a different method, he was really anxious to see what would happen.
He explained everything down to the smallest detail trying to stay calm under the stress of being discovered. He at no time did he bend down to touch something, he simply observed from above and in detail, while Gojō executed each thing meticulously without making mistakes, even he had never seen his student pay so much attention before.
The strange procedure, not to smooth things out, had taken a long time, leaving the muscles tense and breathing to a thread so as not to lose concentration. When all the steps were finished, he sat cross-legged in front of the black box to close it, ignoring his persistent bleeding wound on his hand, while keeping his blue eyes fixed on the dense color of the container, he looked as impatient as a desperate toddler for the Christmas presents.
— Good —he looked at his watch, giving a slight breath of relief when she saw that the hardest part was over—. It's time for you to bury that box.
Satoru pulled the bandage out of his pocket that he took last night to wrap his hand around and stop the dripping. Things were organized by the director and him a few days ago, so he had enough time to collect each material for the process, also to avoid all evidence and collateral effects that the protection of the school could bring, either alerting others or even worse.
Both left the room where Yaga sat to sew his dolls with thread and needle, the older looked around him with serenity while the younger held tightly the heavy black stone box that sealed and preserved the future curse. They went straight through the trees and under one in particular; it was the first and only tree that received light in the morning.
— How long? —he asked, shaking his nose as he saw the sunglasses slide down the bridge of his nose. His hands and nails were covered in dirt and blood as he dug the hole, wide enough for the box to drop deep.
— Four months exactly, not one day before, not one day after. At the end of the fourth month during sunrise in full sunlight, you will need to remove and open the box.
He looked up at Yaga from the corner of his eye—. What if it's not what he expected?
— Only time will take care of revealing what you were really thinking about —with his index finger he pointed at his temple—. Never stop thinking about what you want, you and that curse from now on will be connected from the beginning to the end.
With that said, the countdown began, he had to be patient, it was only 120 days, no more, no less, even so... He ate his head thinking of something else to do, more than just completing his solo missions and ending up in a simple snap of the fingers. Until in the vague memories of him he remembered that face that could never be removed from his memory and that was anchored to a name; Megumi.
Since then when he finished thinking about the matter, he deigned to go with his head held high instead of going with his tail between his legs, to meet the child...
Damn! It was an exact portrait of his father, maybe I'm exaggerating, it was quite similar... Very quite the same and that brought out more than a mixture of a grimace between astonishment, disgust and a strange feeling that could not be explained.
The boy had a cold and bored face, like the pile of words that the tall white-haired man spat in his face, while the boy with the backpack on his shoulders calmly looked at him without saying a word, but as soon as he was turn of the child, left quite surprised to the contrary.
He didn't care where he was or what his father was doing, he was never in his life and now he cared more than anything about his sister's happiness. That is why under Gojō's understanding, he would take over his guardianship, he would find a way to make things right for both boys and not fall into the sale of the Zen'in family, this being the case, Megumi would accept with so that the strange man who appeared out of nowhere complied with what was said, in a simple deal of words.