"Yes, the will reading will be tomorrow. I again apologize for the incredibly late call," Yūji speaks into the phone. She hears a loud yawn from the other side of the phone and then a hum.
"No need to apologize, Itadori-sama. I will inform the legal and mead teams immediately." The call ends and Yūji sighs quietly. She rubs her forehead before grabbing her mug of coffee and gulping it down.
"Alright." Yūji sets down her empty mug and looks towards Satoru. "To summarize, Sukuna is a little over a 2,000 year old curse, which gave him the moniker, King of Curses, and because he was so strong, he couldn't be fully killed. Jujutsu Sorcerers in the Heian Period managed to seal him before exorcising him. He has 20 fingers across the country–possibly the world–and as his vessel, I will be forced to find and eat all 20 fingers before being executed to stop him from reincarnating. Is there anything I missed?"
Satoru raises his hand with a childish grin. "The higher-ups will most likely try to kill you now, because they're cowards and because the moment you ate that first finger, they don't consider you human anymore."
"Why are humans always so idiotic?" Yūji ignores Sukuna's insult while giving Satoru a deadpan expression.
Yūji rolls her eyes and leans back, resting her arm on her knee. She glances to the side and stares out of the opened living room, inspecting the vast expanse of her estate. She rubs her forehead and sighs once more.
"Asai-san," Yūji calls out tiredly. Chisato immediately walks into the traditional living room and gives a bow.
"Yūji-sama."
"Asai-san, how many of my connections are connected to the Jujutsu world?" The pink haired teenager asks, looking away from the scenery. Chisato straightens from her bow with a small frown.
"Shimizu-san, Yukimura-san, and I are the only ones who have any amount of connections in that world. I don't know about anyone else outside of the servants," She answers after a few moments of thought. Yūji makes a small noise in slight irritation.
"I want you and Shimizu-san to tell the other servants about the Jujutsu world. I want to know who knows about this world and who is connected to it, but I don't want them to know I am a part of this world yet. Please tell Yukimura-sensei about what's happened," Yūji says, earning another bow from Chisato.
"Of course, Yūji-sama." Chisato turns and bows towards the bemused Satoru. "Gojo-san, Fushiguro-san." She turns and leaves.
Yūji leans back and crosses her legs. She stretches her arms before cracking her neck.
"Gojo-san, can you do a favor for me?" She asks tiredly, gazing at the white haired man. He grins and leans forward, resting his chin in his hand.
"I don't do favors." Yūji chuckles at the statement and nods.
"You can call in the favor at any time in the future." Yūji starts to write on a new sheet of paper. "I have no intention of being executed. My death is my death and no one else's."
Yūji sets down her pen before folding the paper and glances up. "Fushiguro-san, do you want me to be executed?"
"What?" Megumi asks, a bit startled that he is suddenly brought into the conversation. The pink haired teenager starts to undo her braid, letting her curled hair fall down to her lower back.
"Right after I stopped Sukuna from ripping my favorite hoodie apart, you were about to exorcise me. I don't blame you for that. From Gojo-san's surprise about me being a vessel, I can assume that this hardly ever happens. Now that we've at least discussed what happened and me being a vessel, do you still want to exorcise me?" She clarifies calmly. Megumi blinks once before turning his gaze.
"I don't want you to die. It's my fault you were dragged into this," The black haired teenager states. Yūji smiles before bursting into a fit of giggles.
"I'm pretty sure I dragged myself into this. You just don't know how to stop my impulsive moments yet, Fushiguro-san," Yūji teases brightly before focusing back on an amused Satoru.
"I don't know if you want me to be executed or not, Gojo-san, but I want this discussion to be kept secret from the higher-ups. That's what I'm asking of you." The pink haired teenager grabs a folder from the corner of the table and opens it up.
"Oh? A secret? Have some evil plans you want to act upon?" Satoru asks with a childish curiosity. Yūji laughs before shaking her head with a grin.
"Even with this enlightening discussion, I'm going into this world blind," Yūji explains. "I don't want a bigger target painted on my back until I've at least got the hang of things."
Satoru's grin widens, edging the line of maniacal and sane, before he chuckles. "Sure. I'll try and keep you from being executed! I do need to take you with me, though."
Yūji hums with a small sigh of disappointment. She smiles slightly and stands up first.
"Can I take a bath and freshen up a bit before you kidnap me? Asai-san will have my head if she sees me leave without even changing into something more professional," Yūji asks, running a hand through her hair. Satoru shrugs with a smile before standing up as well.
"Sure, but I thought you wanted to keep this discussion a secret," He states, making Yūji grin.
"Oh, I do," Yūji's smile turns mischievous, "but it's 1 AM right now and it'll take three hours just to get to Tokyo and I have a funeral to attend at 7 AM, a will reading at 8-9 AM, then a possible press conference around noon. Unfortunately, how I appear to the world does matter and I can't look like I just got into a fight."
Yūji claps her hands once and two maids, Yoshiya Sawako and Yoshiya Manami, walk in. "Sawako-san, Manami-san, please make sure Gojo-san and Fushiguro-san are comfortable while I get ready for the day."
"Of course, Yūji-sama," The twin maids speak at the same time before bowing deeply. Yūji nods once before walking towards the exit. She pauses at the door and turns with a kind smile.
"If you'd like to rest before we leave, Sawako-san and Manami-san can have two of the guest rooms prepared for you." Yūji turns back around and leaves the living room. She misses the bemused expression on Megumi's face and the amused grin on Satoru's.
Yūji stares up at the starry night sky with a soft smile. The silky black robe she wore billowed behind her, the intricate gold dragon embroidered on the back glittering under the moonlight. She sighs heavily and leans forward on the railing.
"Ojīchan, Obāchan, have you reunited?" Yūji thinks wistfully, her smile turning even softer as she gently places a hand over her abdomen. "Have you met him?"
"Yūji-sama, the bath is ready," Teresa calls out from the balcony doors. Yūji turns her head, still smiling softly, and gives her personal maid a small nod. Teresa bows silently before scurrying off.
"Thank you, Aomoto-san." Yūji fully turns around and starts walking back inside. She unties her robe, walking towards the large man-made spring in the middle of the room. The robe gently falls to the ground and Yūji stops right before the steaming spring.
Yūji rolls her neck and takes a step into the almost boiling water. Unbothered by the heat, she continues walking deeper into the spring until half of her body was submerged.
"Gods, I definitely needed this... what a shit show of a day," Yūji thinks tiredly, sinking into the water. She sighs heavily in relief and closes her eyes, leaning her head back. Yūji sinks even deeper into the spring as her tense muscles and sore joints slowly relax.
The pink haired teenager evens out her breathing and everything fades to the background. She doesn't move a muscle when the air above the spring turns colder. She doesn't move a muscle when she feels eyes glaring at her from somewhere near.
"It's later, you can continue your interrogation now," Yūji states without opening her eyes. She hears an angry growl before she senses someone standing behind her.
Yūji opens her eyes and stares tiredly up at a livid Sukuna. Instead of a normal hot spring, she was resting in a blood filled hot spring.
She sighs and feels her cheeks flush in slight embarrassment. "I apologize for basically calling you a toddler–and saying you were throwing a tantrum. Today has not been a good day and I'm just a little bit less petty to those rude to me on the best of days."
Sukuna continues to glare down at her before huffing in annoyance and looks away. He sits cross-legged behind her, all four arms crossing over his chest. Yūji's mouth twitches slightly before she closes her eyes and sighs.
"You're a weird slut. I'm the King of Curses and you're already going to be the first person I kill after gaining a new body," Sukuna snarls. Yūji snorts at the insult before sitting up straighter. She turns around to face the curse towering over her and gives him a small look.
"Like I told Gojo-san and Fushiguro-san. My death is my death. I will choose how I die, when I die, and where I'll die. No one else," The pink haired teenager states with a small eye roll. She leans forward and rests her chin in her hands.
"Besides," Yūji continues, "you're only a little over 2,000 years old. You may be the King of Curses right now, but you're likely not the first."
"Watch your mouth, slut!" The pink haired curse growls. Yūji smiles slightly and tilts her head.
"So me being your vessel, is there anything I need to worry about now so we both won't have to deal with it later?" She asks curiously.
Sukuna scoffs and leans back. "I'm not going to help the bitch who's insulted and ignored me."
"Well, we are stuck together for the foreseeable future. Might as well be on somewhat friendly terms." The pink haired teenager shrugs, not really bothered with what she just said. Sukuna narrows his eyes and glares down at her.
"I'm a cursed spirit, slut," Sukuna states the obvious. Yūji gives him a deadpan expression before straightening her posture.
"Yes. Does that truly matter in our predicament? I ate your finger to protect Sasaki-senpai, Iguchi-senpai, and what's mi–and to protect Fushiguro-san. I just so happen to be your vessel, which I don't really want to think about if it's the Gods messing with me or if it was just luck right now," Yūji answers bluntly. Sukuna stays silent for a long moment, making her sigh.
"I still won't let you have control over my body." Yūji stands up from the blood hot spring, not at all bothered that she was completely naked in front of a man.
"But let's at least come to a mutual agreement to at least tolerate each other and help each other out. We both find this situation undesirable, for completely different reasons I'm sure, but it wouldn't do either of us any good if we stay at a standstill," Yūji continues as she runs a hand through her hair. Sukuna's eyes rake over Yūji's figure appreciatively before focusing back on her face.
"You want a mutual agreement with the strongest curse there is?" Sukuna barks out a cold laugh. "You're fucking crazy! You're just a human. What do you have that can make this any better for me if I agree to your little deal, slut?"
Yūji smiles knowingly and gives the curse an innocent shrug, averting her gaze. "Money, political power, fame, I could go on."
Sukuna blinks in surprise, his cruel smirk disappearing. He really didn't expect that.
"I'll leave you to think about it. I don't want to be late to my own kidnapping," She adds, feeling herself wake up from her meditative state.
Yūji closes her eyes and opens them after a moment. She's back in her hot spring, floating with her head resting against the ledge. Yūji pushes off the ledge before sinking into the water.
"Yūji-sama, your towel," Teresa states while walking back into the room. She kept her gaze towards the towel she carried. Yūji stands up from the water, her hair reaches down to her upper thighs.
Yūji smiles softly and steps out of the spring. "Thank you, Aomoto-san." She grabs the towel and wraps it around her.
Teresa bows before leading the way towards Yūji's bedroom. Yūji follows after her, gently shaking her head. Teresa quickly opens the door for her master before shutting it once she enters.
"The moment the hospital had called, I had Irii-san dry clean your most formal suit." Teresa walks around Yūji to grab the undergarments. "I highly advise that you at least take some protection with you. Please."
"Aomoto-san, I'm willingly going along with my kidnapping. I'll be fine," Yūji says with a small giggle. She unwraps her towel from her body before wrapping it around her hair.
"But since you asked nicely, I'll take my rings," The pink haired teenager continues, making the young maid relax slightly. Teresa nods with a satisfied smile as she hands the incredibly expensive bra.
"Will you tell Gojo-san and Fushiguro-san that you aren't a boy?" Teresa asks. Yūji turns to face her personal maid and gives her a grin.
"Where's the fun in that?" Teresa giggles in amusement.
Yūji buttons up her vest before pulling on the slim fitting suit jacket. She inspects her appearance in the mirror one more time before nodding in satisfaction.
"You have outfits like these filling your closet, but you wear a cheap old hoodie to school every day," Sukuna insults with a heavy scowl. Yūji jumps slightly at the sudden appearance of the curse before rolling her eyes.
"The hoodie is sentimental. And it's comfortable," Yūji retorts, attaching the gold dragon cufflinks.
"Sentiment? Really?" Sukuna asks in disgusted shock. He chuckles cruelly in Yūji's mind.
She sighs heavily and glares at herself through the mirror, knowing Sukuna was seeing it. "I hardly ever wear it to school. The principal was giving me detention, again, for not wearing the correct uniform and it was cold."
"Annoying," Sukuna growls. "Punished for going against a dress code. It disgusts me how humans think they can rule over everything."
"Hypocrite. You ruled the world for over 2,000 years," Yūji states with a narrowed gaze. She glances away from herself in the mirror when she hears a knock from her door before it opens.
"Yūji-sama, the guests are waiting in the atrium. Should I tell them you will be a moment longer?" Manami asks in a deep bow. The pink haired teenager smiles at her through the mirror.
"No, I just finished getting ready. Is the car ready?" Yūji gives herself one more glance over, in case anything was amiss.
She wore a three-piece black suit, the silk vest having a black spider lily pattern woven into it with a darker black thread, black suede Chelsea Boots, a silk white button up shirt, a black tie, her gold dragon cufflinks, and a black belt with a gold belt buckle and design. Her hair was straightened and pulled up into a high ponytail, showing off the light amount of makeup Teresa had applied on her face. It was just a small amount of eyeliner and a nude gloss. She wore three black rings with gold designs on each hand, placed on her index, middle, and pinky fingers.
Manami stays in her bow while nodding her head. "Yes. Murata-san pulled the car to the front. Aomoto-san has prepared your bag for you and has stored it in the car."
"Wonderful." Yūji walks towards the door, pausing when she stands next to the maid. She gives Manami a pat on the head with a soft smile before she continues walking.
"Why are you even having this funeral, slut? I don't see anyone around here who looks like you," Sukuna asks, mildly curious. Yūji sighs slightly as she continues walking through her home, towards the atrium.
"There isn't really a funeral. Ojīchan refused to have one planned for himself. The public doesn't know that," She explains mentally before bringing her attention back to the real world. She walks into the atrium, tilting her head to the side to avoid a knife sailing by.
"Yūji-sama! I absolutely forbid you to be kidnapped!" Haruki Raizo, the chef, exclaims loudly with his hands on his hips. Yūji rolls her eyes with a smile and grabs the kitchen knife embedded into the doorway.
"I'm wearing my rings, Haruki-san. I'll be fine!" Yūji states, walking over while she flips the knife. Raizo growls and grabs the knife from her.
"What if you tear your stitches?! Hm? Yîn-san told me about what you did! Like hell I'm going to allow my taste tester to bleed out and die!" The statement makes Yūji sigh.
She gives her chef a small look before walking around him. "I won't tear my stitches. Don't worry, I'll be back to try that new dessert you've been working on."
The pink haired teenager turns towards Satoru and Megumi, giving them a bright smile. She nods her head towards Chisato before walking out of the front entrance.
"Let's get this kidnapping show on the road!" Yūji turns around and starts walking backwards. "Can you tell me more about the Jujutsu world?"
"Why do you call this a kidnapping? You're coming with us on your own," Megumi asks with a bland expression. Yūji just laughs and gives him a shrug.
"Because it technically would be a kidnapping if I didn't come willingly. It'll probably be the most entertaining kidnapping I've been the victim of too." The pink haired teenager turns back around as they reach the car. A man at average height bows heavily before opening the door.
"Yūji-sama... and guests," Murata Etsuji greets in a prim manner. Yūji smiles and steps into the car first.
"Thank you, Murata-san," She says brightly before shuffling more into the car to make room for Megumi and Satoru.
"Ooh, let's stop by and get some ice cream before reaching the station!" Satoru exclaims with a bright grin. Estuji frowns in displeasure before closing the door after the white haired man. Yūji smiles back at him, just as bright and claps her hands excitedly.
"Yeah!"
"Yūji-sama, ice cream is not a healthy choice of breakfast," Etsuji denies the request. Yūji pouts slightly, staring at her chauffeur's eyes through the rearview mirror.
"But Murata-san~!" Yūji whines playfully.
Etsuji gives her a small look through the mirror. "You know that look doesn't work on me anymore."
"Hm..." Yūji smiles mischievously and leans forward.
"I hear there's a big race happening tomorrow... I'm sure the cops won't be at this one," She says in a sing-song tone. Etsuji shudders slightly as he's about to start the car.
"And I mean a huge street race! The biggest names will be there~" Yūji continues. Etsuji clears his throat and turns on the car.
"Any allergies, Fushiguro-san, Gojo-san?"
Yūji finishes off her chocolate ice cream before sighing in content. She wipes her mouth with a napkin before throwing it away.
"Thank you, Murata-san!" Yūji exclaims brightly as she gives her chauffeur a small nudge.
He gives her a small look before bowing slightly. "A simple repayment for your information, Yūji-sama."
Yūji glances around casually, watching Megumi scroll through his phone and Satoru steal bites of his ice cream next to her. Her smile slowly disappears before glancing back at Etsuji.
"Have they been contacted?" The pink haired teenager asks softly. Etsuji nods once, glancing down at his master.
"Of course Yūji-sama." Etsuji smiles sadly. "They won't be home for another three months, but they managed to make some time later today for a call."
Yūji relaxes slightly, tears forming in her eyes. She quickly blinks them away and nods, smiling softly.
"Security over there's still good?" She leans a bit closer while lowering her voice.
"I took it upon myself to double the security until they come back home," Etsuji answers. Yūji nods her head, frowning slightly.
"Yūji-kun, have you ever been to Tokyo?" Satoru asks brightly, leaning back against the bench.
Yūji gives him a so-so hand sign with her eyebrows furrowed. "Only for business, unfortunately."
"Well today's your lucky day! Megumi, Yūji-kun, let's go!" Satoru stands up with a clap of his hands. "But we'll need to get this out of the way first."
Yūji blinks in surprise when Satoru walks up to her. She stares up at him in confusion before he brings up two of his fingers.
"We'll make it in time for the funeral, don't worry!" Satoru exclaims as he pokes Yūji's forehead.
"What are you tal-talking abou..." Yūji's eyes roll back into her head before she collapses forward. Satoru quickly wraps an arm around her waist and under her knees before picking up the passed out teenager.
"Yūji-sama!" Etsuji takes a step forward with a hand in his jacket. Satoru grins brightly, cocking his head to the side to give his student a grin.
"I'll see you back at the college! Remember, stranger danger!" Satoru states before he suddenly disappears. Megumi sighs heavily with an eye roll and stares down at his phone.
"Idiot."
Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter! Next chapter will be much better, I couldn't really figure out how to end this chapter.
Also, I did change how Sukuna appears and it will probably be explained later. Maybe. If not, it's just me changing the canon even further.
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far (despite it being only two chapters long)! Bye.
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