Quick A/N: I forgot to mention this but the first some 10 chapters will be centered around the Cursed Child Arc/Jujutsu Kaisen chapter 0 which may not be canon.

Chapter 2

Seeds of Conflict

Within a darkened room somewhere in Tokyo, four men sat behind curtains of paper. All of whom surrounded the center limelight where no one stood.

"So the shinigami have made their move," one of them spoke, clear distaste etched in their tone. "Have we made contact yet?"

"Not official, however, it is noted that Gojo Satoru was sensed and seen next to the shinigami a few moments ago. It is unknown if they exchanged words."

"Gojo Satoru..." the one who spoke the name said it with disdain. "Speaking of him, did thou not call him to meet with us?"

"I did, but he is late per usual."

As the person said his piece, the doors of the room opened as the subject of their discussion strode in. "Yo!"

"You are late," the first person that had spoken intoned with annoyance. "I- We hope that your tardiness is the result of you organizing your notes, Gojo.

Gojo merely smirked. "Let's roll with that."

Ichigo scratched his head as he looked at his phone, the screen displaying the balance of his bank account. He then turned his attention back to the plethora of packaged food of ramen, onigiri, teriyaki, curry, etc.

He felt his mood dip as he finally came to terms with his reality: he really needed to find a job here.

He grabbed two small onigiris and a small carton of milk from the refrigerated section. He then made his way to the counter and laid the items upon it.

"That'll be 310 yen please," the cashier said with a tired voice.

Ichigo grabbed his card and was going to insert it into the payment machine until he felt someone move onto his left. Turning his eyes to face the person, Ichigo felt his face scrunch up into a frown.

"Let me pay for it," the person said with a disarming smile. "310 yen, right?"

"Y-"

"What the hell are you doing?" Ichigo incredulously asked with a clear annoyance etched into his voice. "And who the fuck are you?"

The person, a man with long black hair slicked backward but messy at the mane, looked at Ichigo in the eye. The man's charcoal eyes expressed amusement with his uncanny smile stretching across his face. The man shifted his priestly robes to reveal some 310 yen.

"I am a kind man paying for the meal of a struggling college student," the man cheekily said. "A saint you will."

"Saint my ass," Ichigo retorted as he inserted his card into the machine only to pause as the sound of money being handed and plastic bags reached his ears. Turning back to the cashier, he gave them a befuddled stare. "Really?"

The cashier in turn merely shrugged. "Not my problem. Here are your groceries and gave a great rest of your day."

Ichigo stared at the bag before looking at the smug monk. He then turned back to the bag and grabbed it. "Do you want to talk?" he inquired as he casually inserted his hand into his pocket.

"Wait," the cashier spoke up before the man could respond, "please take it outside."

Ichigo observed passively as a tint of anger and indignation flashed on the man's face at the command from the cashier. Great, an obnoxious, self-centered asshole, he thought in annoyance. "Got it, let's take this outside, hm?"

Striding out with the groceries in hand, Ichigo sent a glance at the monk. "You coming?" he asked.

"Lead the way," the monk smiled.

Thus, Ichigo walked towards an isolated alleyway by the convenience store. The smell of cigarettes wafting the air.

When he reached the chosen alleyway, he found a group of hooligans smoking their uniforms signifying them as high school students. Their eyes immediately glued themselves towards him, distaste glinting within them.

"Scram," he said as he moved into the alleyway with the monk in tow.

"Screw off! This is our place!" the seemingly lead delinquent shouted out.

Ichigo sent a glance to his guest before looking back at the group. 4 guys, 1 girl, he noted as he scratched the back of his neck in annoyance. "Don't make me say it again," he threatened, his pocketed hand removing itself.

A standoff began between him and the group.

When the group stood up and seemed to ready themselves for a fight, Ichigo grabbed a pipe from the ground and held it before them with his left hand.

The group tensed in preparation, expecting him to use it as a weapon.

Only for him to crush the pipe in an instant, shattering it into two. "Fuck off," he said crudely, his hand opening to reveal the shards of the part of the pipe he crushed.

"Hey... Let's go guys, this guy looks like the real deal..." the girl spoke up, tugging on one of them. The others relented and ran out of the alleyway through the other way.

Throughout the ordeal, the monk held a frown on his face. His frown hiding the seething emotion welling up inside of him.

Ichigo sighed as he tossed the shards away and put his hand back into his pocket. "So what do you want?" he asked.

The monk's frown instantly turned into the same creepy smile. "My name is Geto Suguru, but you may call me Geto," he said, introducing himself.

"And? Get to the point," Ichigo said impatiently.

"I want to see if you would like to join my cause."

He looked into Geto's eyes, trying to discern any deception. "Not interested," he said simply. That god damned smile is fucking creepy as hell.

Geto's smile strained at Ichigo's answer, his teeth seemingly clenched underneath his lips. "I had not even explained my ideals," he reasoned, "you might-"

"As I said, I am not interested in your group," Ichigo rebutted, interrupting Geto's dialogue. He then discretely grip his shinigami badge in his left pocket. If the monk made any sudden movement, he will be ready.

"Are you not tired of humans pushing you around? You are undoubtedly strong and yet mere humans dare command you, standing above you despite their weakness. Do you not want to stand on top?" Geto asked, his smile growing wider as confidence brimmed inside of him.

Ichigo, meanwhile, stared at Geto with utter befuddlement. He felt his mind lose its brain cells from the sheer hilarious ignorance and stupidity of the monk's declaration. From that inquiry/statement alone, he could see that the smug monk had indeed not even attempted to do some research.

"You... You do know I am human, right?" he asked with growing confusion.

"A human?" Geto asked with bewilderment. "Do you honestly consider yourself a human? You hold within yourself the immense power of a shinigami, the power of cursed energy flowing around you is stronger than even the most prestigious 1st-grade jujutsu sorcerors."

Ichigo sighed as he started to walk towards Geto.

"Oh? You are finally seeing-" The monk cut himself off as the orangette passed him. Angered at this display of disrespect, he grabbed Ichigo by the shoulder. "I am-"

"I don't give a shit to your racist idealogy," Ichigo intoned with annoyance as he shrugged off Geto's hand. "And I sure as hell am not gonna listen to your shit." He then brushed past the monk. I wonder if he will shut up...

Geto remained idle as Ichigo passed him. Then, the monk turned around and threw an object at Ichigo.

Acting on instincts and anticipation, the annoyed substitute shinigami caught the object with his right hand. His whole body shifted as he led with his right side, his left hand now slowly taking out his badge.

"If you change your mind, come visit me," Geto said, seemingly now having infinite patience as he strode to the opposite exit of the alleyway. "I am sure the encroaching events your presence will bring will have you see reason soon enough."

Ichigo stared at the disgruntled monk before looking at the thrown object, a business card, and then to his badge. "Can I ask you guys to investigate this guy?" he asked the badge, obviously not expecting an answer.

"Not only has a shinigami entered our area of jurisdiction after 5 years, but a new special class curse attached to a human had appeared."

Gojo felt a frown worm upon his face at the sheer disgust evidenced by the speaker.

"Therefore, carrying out a secret execution on the special-class may be necessary to showcase to the shinigami that our power is strong and stable."

"Alternatively, executing a 16-year old boy may show to them your stoic pessimism," Gojo said, inputting his view. "Do you think that they are as senile as you lot?"

"Are you suggesting to postpone Yuta Okkatsu's secret execution?" The person asked, seemingly unaffected by his little jab.

He merely smiled at the old man's disbelief. "Yes, and if you let me handle him, I can ensure that he will be looked after and nurtured."

"Nurtured how? Are you suggesting we weaponize-"

"If," he interrupted, "the shinigami are as strong as what the legends tell then we may need him in any possible conflicts."

"Are you saying that you, with your power, will not be enough to take care of the shinigami?" The mocking tone in the man's voice spoke volumes of what he thought of Gojo.

Seeing the clear jab at his pride, Gojo merely smirked in response. "I am confident in holding my own but are you confident in your strength?"

At the clear implication of Gojo potentially abandoning them to their fates in the case of a war with the shinigami, the speaker shut himself up.

Gojo's smirk grew tremendously at his minor victory over the old men. "Then, will Yuta Okkatsu be in my care?"

A long silence brewed between him and the council until one of them said, "Yes," with clear bitterness.

"Good! Then I shall-"

"Not so fast, Gojo," another person intoned. "What are your impressions of this... Ichigo Kurosaki?"

Gojo allowed a clear look of surprise to show on his face at the reveal of the name. "Man, your poor secretaries worked fast," he whistled in minor astonishment.

"Do not patronize us, Gojo. Now tell us of your impressions of him."

"Jeez chill, you are all jittery all of a sudden," he said in an exasperated tone. "My impressions of him? I suppose the best phrase to describe him is: 'A moody college student'. I mean with an attitude such as his, how could he ever make friends?"

"And what about his strength?"

"Eh. I didn't see any abilities one on one, I will win."

"Not very descriptive." There was a clear distaste in the person's observation.

Gojo merely shrugged at the words. "First impressions are usually not descriptive," he countered passively.

"Do you believe you could at least take on 12 similarly powered beings?"

"12? Would hardly break a sweat."

A boy looked dejectedly to the twisted knife in his hands. A look of utter resignation and emptiness composed his facial expression and eyes.

Behind him, an utterly herculean monster clung to him. Its muscular arms wrapping around his shoulders and its chest clinging to him.

"Rika... Please..."

The boy, Yuta Okkatsu, felt the hole in Rika's chest pull itself deeper around his head.

Chapter 2 End

Er, dunno if I did good but I had set up two conflicts one directly addressed and one indirectly. I am sure you can find the latter...

Anyhow, with my acquisition of the Can't Fear Your Own World Bleach light novels, I hope to integrate more Bleach world-building alongside the Jujutsu Kaisen to build a somewhat coherent universe that will hopefully stay true to both. Though I am only half halfway through the first book, I do hope to integrate some light novel-exclusive characters into it as well.

Also, do you like the length of these chapters? If not, then what type of writing do you prefer? The way it is, my current writing but with more scenes, or more fluff to pamper the word count? I have been including more fluff lately so I am quite unsure if you want more.

SaveTheWeak, out.