Chapter 5: Cookies and Dookie
Warning: (M) Contains Gore, Explicit Language, and Death.
Rating: (T-M) Not for kids. At all.
Pairings: For now? None. Kind of a Gen-fic.
A/N: Also, Kakashi kind of looks like Shoko (with the mole and tired eyes and all) so I'm wondering if I should make people mistake Kakashi for Shoko's kid in this verse.
Also! I know I said I'd bring Tsumiki in this chapter, but I decided, let's talk about suicide! Yay! Oops. Also? I have no idea how the fucking power works like I worked my ass off researching the curse stuff (Like, ten minutes.) so, I dunno how this is gonna go. I did say (probably?) I'd make Kakashi OP. Somewhat. Bruh just read my story im sad
Trigger Warning: Mentions of Suicide in this chapter.
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"His ghost likes to haunt me. And by a ghost, I mean his farts. He may look pretty, but his noxious fumes are anything but." - Probably Kakashi.
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Chapter 5
Cookies and Dookie
[. . .]
"The kid's suicidal."
The air in the already stifling room became impossibly tense with both shock and frustration after Gojo uttered those morbid words with his not-so-cheeky expression.
The two occupants in the room within the strongest sorcerer's company—trusted Shoko and burdened Nanami—were sharpened with abrupt silence. The eyes of the former businessman appeared sickened, clearly surprised with an edge of something perspicacious. The Doctor bordered on the more frustrating side, expectant of the revelation. It didn't sit quite right with Gojo.
"Makes sense," Shoko was the first to cut the silence, tipping her head back for a drink, drawing attention. "He came here in a near-fatal state," She swirled the glass around, "And he didn't even give a shit when I asked, just said he was left outside and did his job like a good little kid." Her nonchalance might've been mistaken for just that by anyone else, but the individuals present with her could detect the anger and worry.
Gojo's bandages moved with the raise of both his eyebrows. "Wow," He stated with what sounded like disappointment. The others mistook it as a disregard for the child's safety, but that wasn't the case with Gojo Satoru. He was disturbed, instead. Disturbed that a child wanted death, disturbed that it had been obvious and he hadn't seen it—that though he accepted that the child would be better off gone, it wasn't something he necessarily wished for. Or expected.
He sure as hell didn't like the kid. It was just... Well, when someone looked like him, was quite a little shit like him, and tended to radiate dead arrogance of obvious power... It was hard not to see himself and hate that. A liability born as a responsibility he had enough of. Two, already, and a third one would kill him. Kami.
This one surely could, though, and so young. Probably, if Gojo was as sick as those old gasbags.
But... that wasn't exactly his entire point (even if it was).
It was just disturbing to find out that the child—his own, no less, wanted death.
Perhaps he was thinking too much into it. Perhaps the kid was joking.
His eyes didn't lie, though, and it was evident that his child was not so inclined to live. Hell, Gojo was a little alarmed that the kid hadn't hit the bucket already. He wanted it, his eyes not so unlike his own were yearning for that taste of freedom? Death.
And now Gojo was further pushed to make a change before things got into a stupid kind of fucked up. A tragic kind.
It was like a parasite on his side that he didn't want to get rid of, now, with that divulgence.
Kakashi was that parasite.
A weakness in his immune system; the last option that could leave him with nothing to keep and yet everything to complete if he played his cards right. It annoyed the fuck out of him. (Because there was a hope he had for the boy to take some of that burden of the strongest off his chest, that if he ever came to lose his life, there'd be someone out there to keep the world safe. Someone strong to protect. Someone worthy.)—Peculiar, because Gojo was just fine carrying that by himself. Yet, yet?
What was so grand about having a burdened child? A child in danger from the moment of birth? Why keep him?
Because his child was more than he'd have ever thought him to be. The notion of parenting wasn't lost on Gojo; he still had Megumi and his sister to take care of from time to time. But... his own flesh and blood? Part of him was revolted.
And fucking guilty.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
It wasn't... his fault. But it was.
Now the kid had to be burdened with all of his obligations, all of his work, a legacy forced upon him—
He'd never allow it. And yet here he was, one day after leaving him out to die, discussing his health, his documents, his life...
Another weight. Another responsibility.
He didn't fucking want the kid. It was a weakness—he had enough of those already. Enough people to care for.
He didn't want to care for Kakashi. He didn't want him. At all. (He didn't want this kid to live as he had. To consider death the only escape, if ever. Because Gojo wasn't parenting material. He could barely care for Megumi, for Kami's sake.)
Now, the choice to have sex had killed the mother and left the kid at his mercy.
The choice to have sex gave him no other option but to keep the kid. He couldn't just throw him away. Minds were manipulated. The kid could get strong and kill him and the world if someone else molded him into a weapon.
He had to keep him.
As dismissive as he was of the boy, though, he wasn't necessarily cruel.
He was a real douche at times, yes. He'd admitted it to himself already, cultivated it in his soul, and planted it enough so that everyone knew that fact. He was an asshole, through and through. He didn't care. He was raised that way, he thought that way, and that was how it would remain.
But children?
He thought they were annoying. Very much so.
But he was also twenty-four, an adult—did he care for it? No. Absolutely not.
Children could still be saved, though. And as an adult—as shitty of a person he was—he'd allow one form of sentimentality.
The satisfaction to teach youths how to be better than him. Strong.
Worthy.
"You're fucked up," She shot him an unimpressed look. Nanami looked like he was ready to strangle him.
For once, the playfulness in Gojo's stance dissipated to indifference. It was not pity, not a concern, but it was something else—a look both occupants in the hospital room knew to be an effort of care. An ounce. "Wow," Gojo said again, but it was stern. "I—"
"You left the child outside?" Nanami questioned, building up fury.
Gojo crossed his arms. "Couldn't leave him inside. Place was infested."
"A place you chose to take him to, without my permission?" Nanami scowled outright, outraged by Gojo's behavior. Did this man truly hate his child so much?
"I scoped it out, first," Gojo said, not at all perturbed or guilt-ridden from the accusation. "I wouldn't take my own kid to some curse brothel. Give me some credit," He huffed. Nanami saw the brief tick of annoyance that fretted through the mirage of blankness on the man-child's face.
He decided not to argue. It was true; Gojo may be careless, but it wasn't to an extreme extent as Kakashi told. (It was. Gojo was as unhinged as they came. Children were likely the only exception Gojo ever had, regarding the limit of how fucked up things landed on.)
Gojo finally scowled. Uneasiness swept through both Shoko and Nanami—the only time they'd ever seen him that way was with an old comrade long lost to misleads and curses. A serious Gojo was never a good sign. Nowadays, it seemed it was becoming the norm. "The kid's powerful. Curse magnetism, how the hell did he even get that?" Came the random question from the powerful sorcerer's mouth.
Shoko's eyebrow twitched, and irritation took over the confusion that hid beneath a layer of questions as to why Gojo was so intrigued by what they already knew. "I told you about it the day you picked him up—"
"Yeah, yeah," He waved her off, "I know. It doesn't make sense at all."
Shoko blinked slowly at him. As did Nanami.
Gojo tsked. "Big dummies, the both of ya," He waved his finger in front of their faces, waning his scowl. The tension in the room reduced slightly. "Listen, listen. Get this. I removed all the curses hiding in the block and the next block over. He brought 'em over, and then they merged. Merged, people. Merged! He didn't just attract them to him, he combined them."
"That's nothing new," Nanami disclosed, over with whatever shenanigans Gojo seemed to be trying to waste their time with now. "There are cases where curses combine from the mixture of negativity in the area—"
"Keyword," Gojo interrupted. He sounded impressed. "He. It was his curse energy. Him. He wrapped those babies up together into a pile and bam, juiced them up!" He mimicked an explosion with his hands.
The two didn't comprehend why that was anything to gawk at. Sure, a child of his age shouldn't have been able to do such an ability, but things were already past the normal spectrum with that thing. He was Satoru's flesh and blood, for Kami's sake. Anything about the shaman was considered god-like, and that child seemed to have been blessed with knowledge and all else. It was creepy rather than worship-worthy. Also sad.
Gojo wasn't finished. "He absorbed them too," He revealed.
The room startled.
"Absorbed?" Nanami asked. Shoko narrowed her eyes. What was next? That the kid was a reincarnation of some god from another world? Ridiculous.
"Same way he created that curse that killed his mother," Gojo rubbed his chin, thinking. "Kid's overabundant on curse energy. He hasn't released it at all, not since we first picked him up, I think. Little Shit soaked up Mami's killer too! Combines the curses, and soaks them right back up. I found residue of another curse he likely had no idea he put together either, by a playground." Like Geto, an echo reminded Gojo. Except, Geto ate curses and Kakashi... What does the kid even do?
"And you decide to mention this now?" Shoko whizzed, rubbing her temple in irritation.
"This is grave news that should've been informed right away, Satoru," Nanami's stern reply followed.
Gojo shrugged. "The kid hasn't gathered enough curse energy yet to become a problem," He said honestly. There was a pause. "And that's not my issue, right now."
Shoko and Nanami were reinstated into blankness. "Right," Shoko mumbled, sighing.
"It's one of many," Nanami glowered, crossing his arms. "The boy is a danger, and your care has already landed him twice in the hospital."
"Twice? The first time was of pure coincidence," Gojo mumbled, but he didn't object to that statement. Nanami was right on some level.
Nanami regarded Gojo sternly. "However... regarding your son's condition..." His mouth tilted to the side the slightest of ways in vexation. "I'm afraid I also suspected," He clenched his jaw, noticing Gojo's nuanced tilt of dismay, "But not to that extent. There were times he seemed lost in thought, and he hardly heard me when I spoke. I assumed he was devastated after the loss of his mother as any child would be."
Gojo scratched the back of his head. "He's screwed in the head, that's for sure," He said casually. "He's more than sad." Obviously, Gojo's irksome subconscious battered.
Nanami shook his head. "Your reluctance to allow him any freedom might've motivated his negative thoughts more," He growled.
"He hasn't taken him outside?" Shoko prompted, staring at Nanami in a carefully controlled deadpan.
"No. And the child has hardly eaten," Nanami listed off. "Gojo tends to stray and forget."
"Do not! I'm busy!"
"With women, and not your son?"
"At least I get women..."
A vein pulsed on Nanami's head.
Shoko scowled at Gojo. "Why didn't you mention any of this shit in the check-up?"
"I did," Gojo whined. "You were too busy telling me to, and I quote 'fuck off!'"
Shoko sighed again.
Nanami closed his eyes and imitated a similar sigh to Shoko's. As much as he wanted to berate Gojo for his irresponsibility and questionable treatment of children, they had no time for that now. They needed his check-up done now. Not to mention a plan to keep the kid from killing himself.
Resigned that Gojo must've at least known how wrong he'd treated Kakashi, the blonde considered the doctor in the room with a steeled air. "And how are the results coming by? Has there been any difference? Anything life-threatening?"
Shoko set the empty glass down on the counter closest to her. "So far the physical turned up fine. He has a mild case of malnutrition, surprisingly, but anything other than that? The kid is okay. There are still more tests I need to do when he wakes up, so the good result could change depending on how things go." Her lips pursed, thinking. "His... left eye is weird, though. Fangs are also a thing."
"Fangs?" Gojo looked disbelieving.
"Left eye?" The more professional response came from Nanami. He'd worry about the dog teeth when the time finally came.
She nodded.
Nanami furrowed his brow. "...Was it red, or swollen, by any chance?"
"My semen has fangs?"
Shoko rose an eyebrow and ignored Gojo. "His left eye has flakes of red, so, yeah, I guess. Under the right light it makes an odd purple," She answered.
The blonde was immediately attentive. "I thought I was seeing things," He mumbled, taking a glance at the cameras that held the boy resting in a room. Even from the crisp quality, he could still see the small crinkles surrounding the eye. It could've been from lack of sleep, but...
"Seeing things?"
Nanami turned to Gojo. He stood poised, but his posture was unmistakably tensed. Had the Shaman not known? "There was a brief... moment where I thought his iris reddened. I believed it was a trick of the light," He answered evenly, searching what he could see of Gojo's face for any subtle indication of anything.
As always, there was nothing but the swift tick of vexation before it disappeared completely. The shrug from Gojo was complacent. "Guess we'll interrogate the gremlin when he wakes up. For now..." There was a dramatic pause in his setting jaw that lasted two unbearable minutes before it replaced itself with something akin to his usual self. "I need mochi! I'm starving. And dying."
Shoko's eye twitched.
Nanami's irritation spiked. "The child—"
"Ub, ub, ub, shh!" The blonde was silenced with a pressured finger on his lips, which he slapped away the moment Gojo's filthy hands came in contact with his skin. Gojo's migraine-inducing behavior was back. "We'll take care of that when he wakes up after that drug Shoko illegally used on him filtrates through his system."
Nanami wanted to argue that it'd be best to plan Kakashi's get-better schedule now—
"I didn't use drugs, fucking idiot. And where are those papers?" She asked him, glaring slightly. Her eyebags pronounced further, giving her a dark look that did nothing to make Gojo uncomfortable. In fact, the man was smiling.
"What papers?"
Nanami crossed his arms, ticked off. "Don't play games, Satoru. The child's documentation. When will they be ready?" Nanami's eyes narrowed from behind his glasses.
"Soon," Gojo waved off. "Enough."
"Those documents should've been ready by today." Shoko scuffled, rubbing her eye. She was bone-tired, annoyed as fuck, and worried over the world's next saving grace. She needed a damn break.
Gojo's cheeky smile bothered them. "It's fine, see?" He whipped out his phone, efficiently swiping his thumb across the screen to unlock it. His index finger tapped a few buttons, and he eagerly presented the cellular device to his audience. "Ijichi's on the job—I got all that we missed. And what were we missing, you ask? Just his picture and his little-wittle thumbprint!"
They stared at the screen as he waved his phone. "I edited my eyes onto the selfie I took of Kakashi sleeping! And whatever you gave that kid was strong enough to knock him out for me to get a thumbprint! I used no toxins, promise."
Nanami stared. "You're unbelievable."
"Right? My editing is phenomenal."
"Shut up."
"I didn't give him anything," Shoko cut in gallingly, again. "He exhausted himself."
"Huh," Gojo settled down, seeming almost... chastised. "He must've used his curse energy again, then. Probably why his energy wasn't so pent up from when I first picked him up." Gojo rubbed his ear. He'd forgotten about that. The curse the child accidentally inhaled was washing out, if only slightly, from what the shaman could see. It's like Kakashi was a filter device.
Nanami eyed the camera in the corner of the room that a troublesome toddler inhabited. The little gremlin was sleeping away, quite fitfully if the constant shifting was any evidence to Nanami. He would've felt bad if he wasn't so cold from the unbelievable but likely revelation of the annoying sorcerer. "Have Ijichi prioritize those papers," Nanami told Gojo. "I'm done here. I need to get in contact with a therapist."
"Just put Megumi on the job."
Nanami recalled how much Kakashi avoided looking at Megumi. "No, cease your idiocy."
"His sister?"
"Satoru, so help me—"
"Fine! Fine. I tried."
"You will," Shoko pointed at him with a warning. "As soon as he's done here, you're going to sit him down and have a nice family chat."
"Ew... Like a meeting?" Gojo's nose scrunched up in disgust. Truthfully, however, he was already planning that. He wouldn't tell them, though. Because Kakashi wasn't ready, per se, for an examination. He'd have a chat with him, alright. A nice, informative chat about where his skills lie.
"Like a good parent," Shoko hissed.
The white-haired bastard looked to Nanami who was tapping his fingers repeatedly onto his forearm in agitation. Gojo groaned when he saw the wariness on his victim's face. "Ugh, fine. You guys are such bullies."
"Good," Shoko sighed, rubbing her face. "Kami. I need coffee."
Nanami eyed the glass he saw Shoko take three shots of and then checked the time on his watch. Almost six. He was beginning to lose it. "I need a drink," He gruffed, all the same, itching to grab the glass and swig one right now.
"You know what I need? Cookies."
"Shut up."
[. . .]
When Kakashi woke up, he met three pairs of intense eyes with matching energy. Included in the haunting sight of two disheveled adults and a sparkling one came unbearable soreness that made any minimal movement of his joints feel like rust.
His eyes also burned, especially his left. It felt like someone showered acid into them, and he deemed the need to close the worsened eye immediately, despite having the adults around. At this point, they should've suspected already. He wasn't even sure himself if he had it, but based on his second fight in this new body, the same rush of the famous Sharingan pinpointed into a spike inside him.
It was no coincidence that a vivid image of Obito was around too. He almost choked a breath at the reminder.
They noticed. How could they not? If Kakashi wasn't mistaken, they must've talked about him while he took a reluctant rest that Shoko had tricked him into by having him talk about his experience. Coming here was a mistake.
"Welcome back," Shoko greeted, tone laced with exhaustion. Her voice almost seemed mocking.
Kakashi looked at her for a few seconds, studying her lacking appearance he deemed pretty before deducing the woman wouldn't trick him again. His unblinking gaze roved over to Nanami afterward, observant with his lone open eye of the businessman's melancholy worry. Similar to all the other times he'd receive them, except, this one held an uncomfortable amount of understanding.
He decided he didn't like Nanami's caring face, so he came to look at Gojo, who was unreasonably silent. The face of the man who left him out to die felt better to look at. Made him plan murder instead of guilt-riddance parties. But the sight of his new father's face was weird now.
Instead of the jeering irritation, his face was blank. Completely blank. Behind the bandages, Kakashi sensed the intensity of his scrutinizing gaze too. There was no hiding, at least not for Gojo anyway. Kakashi could see right through him, almost.
And, jarring enough, Kakashi realized Gojo was sympathetic.
For what? It was clear enough to Kakashi that this man didn't want him. Maybe because of other motives, but he always sounded forced. And forced meant reluctance.
Kakashi wasn't wanted and that was fine by him.
So then what was with the feeling? What was it that made Gojo finally show what he'd been pitifully hiding? Because Kakashi hadn't done anything. Death by a supposed curse didn't count.
That was something he couldn't understand, nor would he bother understanding. There were pressing matters at hand, and hope. Maybe that's why he came to the doctor; after all, Kakashi finally found something of worth.
That boy.
(And how sad that it had been an illusion, so carefully orchestrated by the very same eye he'd been searching for in his buried memories.)
There was an intense atmosphere that lasted one full minute until Kakashi broke it by speaking. "I'm hungry," He stated in a squeaky hoarse. The sound vexed him—kid or not, the voice grated his ears.
Finally, some emotion transpired onto his father's face. A bothersome grin became true. "I'm not sharing my mochi, but Nanamin here has a salad!" The man spoke, lifting up a suitcase that smelled very much like Nanami.
By the utter irritation so palpably obvious on the blonde's features, Kakashi deduced that Gojo should not have been able to get ahold of the brown object. "No," Nanami instantly denied, snatching the case out of his fingers. "If I'm not mistaken, we agreed that you were to take charge."
Kakashi didn't like where this was going.
Nanami continued, "So stop being a meddlesome imbecile and do your job as a parent. Get this child some food."
"Ew," Gojo and Kakashi both said at the same time.
Everyone stopped and looked at him. Him? Who?
Kakashi was tired of being looked at. "I'm hungry," Kakashi repeated, sprinkling just a bit of demand in his tone. "You all smell." And it was true. They did smell. Like sweat and hospital and blood and worry—
Unfortunately for the boy, to the sorcerers, it sounded like a weak and sad call for help.
Shoko was the first to speak. "Here kid," Shoko brought out a cookie from Gojo's personal stash and handed it to him while dismissing said sorcerer's sudden protests. "That'll do for a little until Gojo leaves and gets you your food." She made sure to emphasize the words with a glare.
Gojo frowned. "Why me!? Make Ijichi do it," He complained. Nanami grumbled something about ordering the food here himself.
With tiny, shaking hands, Kakashi took it. He looked like a baby, with only his head and hands popping out of the blanket he'd been enveloped with by Gojo earlier on. His big, blue eyes stared innocently at her, and his mask was secured on, hinting only vaguely at a straight, grim line. Like a poker face. Why the kid didn't seem excited was plainly obvious, but the doctor didn't comment.
She was just checking something.
"Those are my cookies," Gojo complained, poking Shoko's cheek.
She missed her attempt to smack his hand when he retracted it upon seeing her evil intention. "So?" She crossed her arms. "The kid needs the sugar."
"I don't like sweets," Kakashi quipped, and it would've been cute if he hadn't thrown the cookie at Gojo. Well, it was cute because his little arm chucked it perfectly at the annoying Yeti, and not the other two sorcerers.
Gojo caught it. "Do not waste my food," He advised gleefully, shoving the cookie in his mouth. "Just for that, I'm letting you starve!" Crumbs fell from his lips, but because Kakashi had the grace of meeting Naruto, the disgusting sight had no effect on him. In fact, the twisted reality echoed a memory of his student he had no intention of welcoming. Thankfully, the image was fleeting.
The comment made the other adults turn a scathing glare toward the Yeti, which was preferred since it got his mind off it all. The sight made Gojo uncomfortable. "Kidding! Kidding. Jokes, people." Everyone was sure he rolled his eyes underneath the bounding cloth.
Carefully, Shoko took out another cookie and presented it to Kakashi again. "Eat, for Kami's sake," She sighed, tucking a stray strand of her brown hair behind her ear. Her tone of voice sounded mournfully pleading, and for a second, Kakashi thought he'd heard Sakura. His student had always been fretting over his health, and he'd always indulged her because, well, what was he to do? It was his kid—didn't matter if she was old now too.
She had always been the one worrying over him too much.
He missed it.
Politely, Kakashi accepted the new cookie. He stared at it for a little while, thinking of his student and then some.
The faraway look was caught on, and the adults had looked at each other knowingly, concerned. Nanami especially. It wasn't the first time he'd seen it. Gojo, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly agitated.
This kid made him itch—because why the fuck hadn't he been told this? The grand Six-eyes, and he couldn't even tell when a child was on the verge of death. Pathetic.
"It won't hurt you," Shoko said, carefully peeling him away from his distant memories.
Vacantly, Kakashi peered at her. "No," He childishly refused.
The woman wasn't deterred. "If you don't eat it, I'll force it down your throat," She said, and she wasn't kidding.
Another flash and it was Sakura again. But as quick as it came, it left. His gut churned uncomfortably. Kakashi didn't like that. "That's assault," He drawled.
"Not if it's for your own good," She shot. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought to herself, 'Am I really fighting with a toddler?'
Kakashi was having similar thoughts, albeit with a bit more wry humor to comfort the intrusive Obito reflections. He thought he'd gotten over those. Then again, he had always been such a self-pitying fool.
"Eat it," Shoko interrupted, nudging his arm.
For a moment, Kakashi considered. Starving himself wasn't working out on his end. His stomach felt like it was eating itself, but he made no outright reaction to it. He didn't think the adults could hear it as he could. The excessive sloshing was making him acute to all else around, like the muffled voice coming from the box Banana man talked into.
The little sounds were hurting his head, more and more—
"I warned you," Was all he heard before her hands were on his mask, pulling down both the cloth and his chin, grip vice but gentle enough not to bruise him. He would've clamped his mouth shut immediately if it wasn't for his surprise by her strength, so the terrible sweet went in his mouth anyway.
He stared at her with a more expressive face, mouth open with a cookie far too big. Teetering speckles of the cookie coated his mouth, scratching his tongue. Ew...
Her eyes bore deeply into his soul. "Eat," She warned.
He took her warning as a challenge. The cookie released from his mouth with a salivating 'pleh'. "No," He said cutely. He prepared himself to bite her fingers off if she tried that same stunt again.
She shrugged. "Guess I'll feed you using needles," She suddenly lifted a needle.
To his far left, Gojo snickered.
Kakashi didn't like that either. "Maa... I'll take the cookie," He reluctantly spoke, pouting at her. Sakura once again stood in her place, and he had to bite his tongue harsh enough to draw blood to remind himself that this wasn't her. It hadn't been, really.
Shoko's grin was almost scheming, and it was nothing like Sakura. (Except it was. But this wasn't her. For the love of God, this wasn't her.) "Good. Eat," She'd let go of his hands that he hadn't even known she grabbed.
He grasped the wet cookie and bit it, much to his displeasure and Shoko's glee.
At that pass time, Nanami had finished his call with Ijichi. The Blonde had specifically requested to have what was left of the unfinished documents (because Gojo had never been thorough) brought to him with the food.
By the time Kakashi had finished getting sweets—abuse—Nanami was attentive to them again. "I had Kiyotaka-san bring me the unfinished papers. I can't trust anything this idiot does," He growled, crossing his arms. Two shots weren't nearly enough to deal with this right now.
"Food?" Gojo asked. And wow, had that pole been quiet this entire time? A miracle.
Nanami fired a glare. "You are retrieving it for him, and you will have a chat with this child immediately. I am done here." He shuffled his coat on and took one last glance at Kakashi. "And you. Eat, we do not have time to deal with sick patients," He told the boy, but it was with none of the harshnesses he'd directed at Gojo. It was almost a plea like Shoko's had been.
Kakashi munched, blinking twice to indicate he'd heard but likely wouldn't listen to. Nanami was unaware of the last part, so the man left with an exhausted sigh as his last utterance of patience.
And now there were two.
Gojo spoke first. "Shoko-chan~"
As soon as he started, she put an end to it. "No," Shoko said. And just like Nanami, she gave Kakashi another warning stare and left.
Kakashi regarded Gojo.
Gojo hummed. "Guess it's just me and you, oh son of mine."
Is this Karma? Kakashi thought, thinking back to the stupid shit he'd said and done to his precious students. It must be, He concluded, seeing that the atmosphere of the room became considerably more ragged when it was just him and the siren-head.
Gojo grinned at him. The smile was fake. "Let's start with something interesting."
Kakashi swallowed the last of his cookie, feeling absolutely nothing. The energy was swirling inside his guardian as far as he could sense, but it was an intention of an inquisitive will rather than a malignant intent. By far, it felt like how he'd feel whenever he encountered any prodigious child.
"Your eye."
Kakashi understood what he was after immediately.
Innocent as can be, Kakashi leveled him with a gaze a child like him was cursed with. "What are eyes?" He asked, small and beseeching.
Gojo farted.
[. . .]
A/N: So, sorry about that. This chapter was supposed to be longer, but I decided I needed to post this as is. Spirit Guides were tellin' me that, I dunno.
And WOW did you guys see those NSFW Gojo Sculpture thingies?! I'm foaming at the mouth fr.
Toodles~
Ana.
