"Hey, you slut. Wake up..." Yūji slowly opens her eyes, only to clench them shut at the bright candlelight around her. She groans at the pounding migraine practically splitting her head in two.
"...what..." Yūji clears her throat and coughs loudly at how dry her throat was. "Fuck..."
Yūji blinks away her grogginess and tries to move her hand to rub her eyes. Something rough stops her hands from moving. She suddenly becomes alert and turns her head. Multiple thick ropes with talismans hanging from them were tied around her wrists and arms.
"Took you long enough slut. Your phone has been annoying the shit out of me with its constant fucking ringing," Sukuna snarls angrily. Yūji glares tiredly at the seal covered wall in front of her before she starts moving her hands.
"Do you even know what a phone is?" The pink haired teenager asks with a small frown. She feels the rope start to burn her wrists as she maneuvers one of her rings.
Yūji feels a weird tingling sensation on her left cheek before Sukuna speaks up, "I have been sealed and spread across the world, but that doesn't mean I can't become aware when a disaster happens. There was a devastating earthquake not too long ago, yes?"
Yūji jumps in surprise at the sudden statement spoken out loud and glances down at her cheek. A mouth grew out of her cheek, smiling.
"Um... W-well, yes. Hold on, is there seriously a mouth on my cheek or am I hallucinating?" Yūji asks, a little bit weirded out by the mouth. She hopes it was a hallucination.
"It's real, slut. Did you honestly expect me to not be able to do anything to this body of ours while we're sharing it?" Sukuna asks in a mocking tone. Yūji frowns, but ignores Sukuna's taunt to focus on fiddling with her ring.
"Hold on one second," Yūji says before twisting the ring she moved. A small blade pops out, pointing towards the ropes. Yūji sticks out her tongue in concentration as she slowly starts to saw off the ropes.
"What is this place? Do you know?" She asks curiously. The first few ropes fall away. Sukuna scoffs loudly before growling.
"Sorcerers today are all the same. They're arrogant enough to think that a room like this will be able to keep me complacent," The curses snarls. Yūji releases a breath when the remaining ropes at cut off, freeing her hands. She brings them forward and starts to rub her red wrists, putting away the small blade.
"How long have I been out?" Yūji asks, rubbing her temples to try and alleviate the migraine. She feels another tingling sensation on her cheek before the mouth disappears.
"Your phone has been ringing constantly. It's around 6:30," Sukuna says before Yūji hears something heavy slide. She glances up and sees a section of the cement wall moving away.
Satoru walks with a wave. "Yo! It's good to see you awake!"
"Gojo-san," Yūji greets with a small smile, bending down to cut the ropes from her feet.
"Oh? How'd you get out of those? They suppress curses energy!" Satoru asks in curiosity and excitement. Yūji raises an eyebrow before holding up her hand. She twists one of the rings and a blade pops out again.
"It's rope." The pink haired teenager goes back to cutting the rope. "You know, you could've at least told me you were going to knock me out before doing so. I could've brought my migraine medication."
"Sorry, but you said so yourself! You wanted this to be like we never discussed anything," Satoru points out, making Sukuna growl and Yūji hum.
"That's true..." Yūji stands up once she finishes cutting the rope and starts stretching her sore limbs.
"And I needed to make sure it was you waking up and not Sukuna," Satoru adds, his cheerfulness dimming slightly.
Yūji blinks up at him in surprise before she fixes her high ponytail. "So, what do the higher-ups say?"
"They wanted to execute you immediately, which is why you're in here. I managed to convince them to wait until after we find all of Sukuna's fingers and have you eat them before you are executed. So, you have a choice. Die now, or die later!" Satoru states with a smile. Yūji frowns slightly, stretching her arms.
"I told you before. My death is my death, but I'll choose the dying later choice." Yūji takes out her phone and checks the time. "Let's go. The funeral will be in 20 minutes."
"Alright!" Satoru holds out one of his hands. "Grab on and hold on tight~!"
Yūji raises an eyebrow, glancing at his hand. She shrugs to herself with a sigh, raising her hand and gently placing it in Satoru's. The white haired man grins before Yūji feels a sickening pull in her stomach.
Yūji spits out the toothpaste foam from her mouth, heavily leaning on the public bathroom sink. She takes a deep breath before cupping her hands underneath the water. She bites back her disgust and drinks some of the water.
"He knew that was going to happen to me," Yūji thinks, mentally scowling. She swishes the water before spitting it out.
Sukuna chuckles and forms a mouth on her cheek, Yūji able to see it through the mirror. "You should have known too. Teleportation isn't that rare of a sight."
"Well, teleportation isn't exactly something people tell you to look for when it's something that shouldn't even be feasible in this age," Yūji points out sarcastically, glaring at the grinning mouth on her cheek. The mouth disappears before someone knocks on the bathroom door.
"Yūji-chan~, who're you talking to?" Satoru asks loudly, opening the bathroom door. The pink haired teenager gives him a small glare before rolling her eyes.
"Sukuna." Yūji answers simply while she fixes her suit before walking out of the bathroom. She fixes her hair before sighing heavily when she sees the all too familiar silhouettes of the paparazzi and reporters.
"Hm." Yūji takes out a pair of sunglasses from her suit pocket and puts them on. "I hope they aren't too cold-hearted today."
"Itadori-sama! Is it true that your grandfather died? Is the funeral today?"
"Itadori-sama, people are still wanting your answer on the Conrad Osaka* photo. Are you willing to answer today?"
"Do you have any comments of Emperor Akihito's* statement on his retirement in 2019?"
"All so annoying!" Yūji pushes down Sukuna's sudden attempt to control her body. "They'll be grovelling at my feet the moment I reveal myself!"
"That would happen–if you were remembered. Oh, but... those sorcerers made sure that hardly anyone did, right?" Yūji ignores the growing migraine she basically caused from Sukuna's angry shouting and the paparazzi not relenting their addiction for new gossip. She glances up at Satoru and gives him a smile.
"You wouldn't mind if we stopped by the hospital after the funeral, would you? Just for a moment? I need to make sure Sasaki-senpai and Iguchi-senpai are being well-taken care of," She asks with a hopeful expression.
"You really care about your friends. What are you gonna tell them?" Satoru states with a wide smile. Yūji's falters just a bit and she averts her gaze slightly. She sighs in relief when the guards posted outside the crematorium stop the reporters and paparazzi from following them.
"...I need to apologize first... it was my fault that all of this happened to them," She says softly. Yūji clenches her fists at her side and bites the inside of her cheek.
"I could feel something off with that box when I found it," Yūji explains after a long moment of silence, a small scowl on her face.
The pink haired teenager sighs heavily and relaxes her hands. "It's in the past now, but I still need to apologize. I'm glad they weren't injured worse–or killed."
"They were incredibly lucky. This kind of life, most, if not all, cases you'll be given will have less fortunate people killed in horrible ways. It's considered lucky to even be killed without being mutilated," The white haired man explains softly, looking up at the sky. Yūji blinks and stares up at him with a curious gaze.
"I believe that every sorcerer has to have some amount of crazy to be in this life and continue living in it willingly," Satoru continues, smiling down at Yūji. "It isn't pretty, and you'll have to do a lot of stuff that'll question your morals. Even question your life."
"How crazy are you?" Yūji asks, stopping in the middle of the path. Satoru stops a few steps ahead and turns around. The blindfold over his eyes stops the pink haired teenager from meeting his gaze, but she continues to stare up at him anyways.
"Oh? I should ask you the same question, Yūji-chan. Unless you're suicidal, I don't think anyone with any amount of sanity would jump into a curse's mouth to save someone clearly at death's door." Yūji's mouth twitches at the mention of what she did the night before and she chuckles quietly. She glances up at the sky and smiles.
"...that curse wouldn't have killed me," Yūji answers eventually with a small shrug. She starts walking again, putting her hands into her pockets.
"So, I'm going to become a sorcerer?" She changes the subject as they get closer to the crematorium.
Satoru hums with a grin of amusement. "You'll be training to become one. After your little meeting with your lawyer, we're going to the school you'll be transferred too. You'll need to pass the principal's evaluation, but we'll talk more about that later."
Yūji sees a familiar face standing in front of the crematorium and smiles brightly. She rushes over and hugs her tightly.
"Masako!" From her sudden force, Yūji makes the older female stumble back with a soft laugh.
"Yūji, it's good to see you!" Shō Masako, Yūji's second cousin, exclaims brightly. Her smiles dims slightly as they break the hug.
"Otōsan had leaked the news. I barely had enough time to have guards posted here for you," Masako explains without waiting for the question. Yūji smiles softly and nods her head.
"Thank you, Masako." Yūji's smile brightens up and she turns slightly. "Masako, this is a new... acquaintance of mine, Gojo Satoru. Gojo-san, this is my second cousin on my paternal grandmother's side, Shō Masako."
"...Gojo, huh?" Masako says slowly. She wraps an arm around the shorter female's shoulders and gives Satoru a menacing grin. Masako's shirt sleeve rides up to reveal the heavily inked arm, starting from her elbow.
"It's... nice to meet you," She adds tightly. Satoru grins, a surprised laugh bursting from his chest.
"Nice to meet you too, Shō-chan!" Masako clenches her jaw at the clearly mocking tone of Satoru's. She gives him a to get smile before looking down at her exceptionally confused cousin.
"Uozumi-san is waiting inside. Gojo, you'll stay out here with me," Masako says as she releases Yūji's shoulders.
Yūji glances between her cousin and Satoru with slightly narrowed eyes. "I feel like there's some hostility here..."
"Nonsense, Yūji-chan! Proceed with the not-funeral funeral. Shō-chan will take good care of me, I'm sure!" The white haired man exclaims brightly, waving his hands as if to usher Yūji away. She glances between the two one more time before sighing heavily with an eye roll, turning towards the door.
"Please don't kill each other. I already have a migraine, and I don't need the added stress of paying off the police today," Yūji calls out tiredly. Masako and Satoru continue to glare at each other.
Yūji stares down at her grandfather with a passive gaze. He looked completely at peace, dressed in a white kimono. She gently brushes her hands over the Itadori Clan symbol embroidered in a silvery white thread on the kimono before sighing.
"Give Keigo a warm hug for me, okay?" Yūji says softly, voice sounding louder in the complete silence. She smiles sadly and turns away from her grandfather. Yūji gives a nod towards the cremator as she leaves the room.
"Itadori-sama." The cremator gives a small bow, standing next to the button that will ignite the fire.
Yūji sighs softly with a smile. "Thank you again for your discretion, Uozumi-san." She takes out an envelope from the inside of her suit and hands it to the man.
"You've done so much for my family Itadori-sama. If you asked, I would repay you with my life," Uozumi Naoshi says with reverence. Yūji smiles softly before facing the button next to the closed door. She takes a deep breath and raises her hand.
"Watch me, Ojīchan... I'll take this world by storm." The pink haired teenager presses the button. She takes a deep breath and straightens her shoulders.
"Unfortunately, I have a meeting with Ojīchan's–with my lawyers that I can't delay, so I won't be staying here. I'll be back in about two hours," Yūji says with a small frown. She didn't like her family's lawyers–all of them being stuck up little shits who think that kissing her ass will bring them her favor–but didn't have the time to thoroughly look for replacements.
"I'll make sure everything is ready for you for when you return." Naoshi bows one more time before taking his leave. Yūji stares at the door for a quiet moment before walking away.
"Could you curb your incessant grief? It's done and over with. All of this sadness is giving me a headache," Sukuna says with a growl. Yūji rolls her eyes with a scoff.
"I'll try, but it's hard not to grieve over the one you considered a father in your life," Yūji bites back, feeling her migraine grow even more. Gods, she can't wait for this day to end.
The pink haired teenager blinks once in surprise, staring at the scene she stumbles upon. Masako was only a few inches away from Satoru, glaring up at him with a seething expression and a switchblade in her hand. Satoru was just grinning cheekily down at the young woman, hands on his hips.
"Are you sure there isn't any hostility between the two of you?" Yūji interrupts the two, placing her hands on her hips. Masako whips her head towards her cousin with wide eyes. She takes a step back, face flushing slightly.
"Yes I'm sure Yūji. Just some... previous tensions between our families," Masako explains vaguely.
"Oh... really? I wouldn't have guessed," Yūji states sarcastically. Masako puts up her switchblade, face burning brighter.
Yūji laughs while fixing her jacket. "Thank you for being here Masako, but you don't have to worry about me."
Masako frowns slightly. She averts her gaze with a small growl.
"I can't help it, you tend to do many things that worry me," Masako points out, making Yūji laugh sheepishly with her ears turning pink.
"Eh... sorry..." The pink haired teenager states, rubbing the back of her head. Masako smiles and shakes her head with an exasperated sigh.
"Just remember to be careful, Aneue*," Masako says with a playful eye roll. Yūji smiles before hugging her cousin.
"Of course! Now, go and continue on with your business before your father finds out about you being here," She says, giving the older woman a small pointed look. Masako laughs nervously, shoulders slightly sagging at her being caught, before nodding her head.
"Alright, alright..." Masako turns around, giving Satoru a seething glare, before walking away. She shoulder checks Satoru as she passes him. Yūji sighs with a small eye roll, a smile growing on her face.
"I feel like I'm just dragging you along. If you have some place to be, I don't mind going along with you," Yūji says, facing the white haired man. Satoru just grins and waves a hand in dismissal.
"Mah, I'm meant to be taking you straight to Yaga. I'm sure it's okay that we have a couple of detours here and there!" Satoru exclaims brightly. Yūji sweat drops at the sudden statement before giggling behind her hand.
"Well if it's a detour you want, there's a flower shop I need to run by before we head to the hospital." Yūji starts to walk towards the street. Etsuji should be here by now to drive them.
"Think we can stop by a bakery too?" Satoru asks with a playful grin, following after the teenager.
Yūji shrugs, glancing back to give the sorcerer a smile. "You're paying."
"Itadori-sama," The security guard posted on the first floor greets the pink haired teenager with a deep bow.
"Good morning, Itadori-sama!" The receptionist greets the moment he heard the security guard. He almost falls back down in his rush to stand up, giving Yūji a bow.
Yūji walks over, taking the last bite of the pastry she bought at the bakery. "Moritani-san, have they arrived?"
"Y-yes, Itadori-sama. They're waiting in conference room three..." The receptionist, Moritani Sakichi, nods his head with a nervous smile. Yūji gives him a smile before pointing at Satoru over her shoulder.
"Gojo-san is to be treated respectfully while I talk with my lawyers," Yūji says brightly before turning and giving Satoru a smile.
"Hopefully I won't be long," Yūji turns and waves a hand towards Sakichi, "but if you need anything Moritani-san can send someone to get it for you."
Yūji gives Satoru a smile before turning towards the double doors next to the receptionist's desk. She starts walking, expression becoming pleasantly passive.
"Ah, Moritani-kun! There is something that I actually need for now..." Yūji walks out of earshot and is quickly cleared a path when the employees quickly realize who she was once she walked past the double doors.
"Apologies Itadori-sama."
"Good morning, Itadori-sama."
"My condolences, Itadori-sama."
"Itadori-sama, good morning."
Yūji gives a small nod to her employees as she passes them. They all give deep bows before quickly getting out of her path.
"Now this is what I call respect," Sukuna states with a smirk. Yūji internally rolls her eyes while she bites back a smile.
"You're about to witness some of the most blatant manipulation and gaslighting tactics. Please at least stay quiet. I want this migraine gone as quick as possible," Yūji says before she opens the door to conference room three. The room, full of lawyers, quickly ceases all conversation when the door opens.
Yūji keeps her pleasant smile on her face. "Hello. I apologize for taking so long. It's good to see everyone again, even with the circumstances."
"Good morning, Itadori-hime–ah... It's Itadori-sama now, isn't it?" The familiar gentle voice makes Yūji's skin crawl. Her face twitches slightly before she walks across the conference room. Everyone had quickly stood and gave a bow to the heiress.
"Welcome, Itadori-sama." Yūji stops by the last chair at the end of the table and sits down. She forces her smile to stay stuck on her face.
"Yamamoto, let's get this all over with. The cremation will be done in about an hour and I don't want to be late," Yūji says, ignoring the greetings from the rest of her lawyers. Everyone quickly sits back down while the man who spoke, greying hair slicked back and cold eyes staring straight into Yūji's warm ones. An all too familiar smirk appears on Yamamoto Nobunao's face.
"You're taking so much pleasure in fucking up my plans," Yūji mentally growls towards Nobunao. Out of all of the senior lawyers she hated, it had to be Nobunao to be leading this meeting.
Satoru hums a bright tune, scrolling the information he found. He rests one of his arms against the back of the couch he sat on. He clicks on an image that popped up from the search.
"Oh?" Satoru hums in slight interest. It was a picture of a 14 year old Yūji dressed in a black furisode kimono*. Over his left left breast was a dragon crest embroidered with gold thread. The design was a snowy night with small lanterns speckled up and around to Yūji's left sleeve. His hair was pulled back into a high bun and a small amount of black eyeshadow surrounded his eyes. Standing next to him in the picture was Emperor Akihito.
"No, not he... her." A surprised grin grows on the white haired man's face. How did he not notice it before? Interesting...
Satoru looks up from his phone when he hears a door slam open. Yūji storms out with a heavy scowl, a suitcase in his–in her hand. He watches as many of the employees crowding the lobby quickly get out of the teenager's way, even giving him–her, but he may still be a a boy. Them–deep bows when they pass.
"Itadori-sama!" The boring receptionist rushes out from behind the floor's receptionist desk. "Itadori-sama, I have Toyota Motor on hold. They have–"
"Tell them I can't take the call today." Yūji grits out, strutting past the receptionist. "And I won't be taking any other calls today!"
The receptionist gives a deep bow towards Yūji's back. "O-of course, Itadori-sama!"
"That was quicker than I expected, Yūji-chan!" Satoru calls out, making no move to stand up. Yūji storms over and sits next to him, roughly throwing the suitcase she–they held onto the couch across from them.
"Yes. Quite an unexpected meeting, but I should have known it'd be quick. Yamamoto was the senior lawyer there," The pink haired teenager growls out. They sighs heavily and rubs their temples.
"Did something happen?" Satoru asks curiously. Yūji barks out a dark laugh, a cold smile growing on their face.
"Something? Oh, something did happen. Many somethings. Those arrogant, manipulating little fools decided that I can't be emancipated until I'm at least 16, without my grandfather's permission to go through with the rule. Forged his signature too! Gods, I can't wait to find adequate replacements for each and every one of them so I'll be able to bring them to their knees," Yūji mutters the last part to themself, waving a hand towards the suitcase. They sigh heavily before slumping into the couch.
Satoru took the time to look at them through his blindfold. It was so obvious now that he knew Yūji was at least born a female. Petite, a higher-pitched voice, delicate features. They were beautiful and their beauty will grow once Yūji matures.
"Sorry. This day has been incredibly stressful and I haven't been able to process anything that's happened." Yūji blinks and glances down at their cheek when a mouth starts to form.
"And you still haven't stopped your annoying grief, slut," Sukuna growls in annoyance. Yūji winces slightly and rubs their forehead.
"Moritani-san!" Satoru almost laughs aloud at the receptionist tripping over himself to rush over. "Bring me the migraine medication I keep in Ojīchan's–in my office. Oh, and a glass of water."
"Hmph. Absolutely useless," Sukuna comments when Sakichi trips and falls to the ground in his rush to follow Yūji's request.
Satoru leans his head back and pokes Yūji's cheek, right under the second mouth. "How long has Sukuna been able to do this?"
"I'm pretty sure he's been able to do it from the start. He pops up at the most annoying moments, but he just likes to make petty arguments," Yūji answers with a sheepish smile while covering Sukuna's mouth with a hard slap to their cheek before he could speak.
"Hm. Has he been able to do anything else?" Satoru asks, feigning curiosity. Yūji gives him a small knowing look before shaking their head with a chuckle.
"Nope. He's trying to, but this is my body. Even if we're sharing it now, I control it, not him." Yūji gives Satoru a bright smile. "With how much you're risking for, I'll be sure to tell you if anything happens or if anything changes. I put my life in your hands."
"You're willing to trust someone you just met less than 12 hours ago with your life?" Satoru chuckles with a wide, amused grin.
Yūji giggles, their cheeks flushing to the same shade as their hair. "I heard Asai-san when you were fighting Sukuna. If the strongest sorcerer is wanting to keep me alive, for his own entertainment, agenda, or just for kicks, then why shouldn't I?"
Satoru bursts out into a laugh. It turns into a slight cackle at the end, earning suspicious looks from the employees that pass by. Yūji just giggles a little louder, glancing behind Satoru when they notice Sakichi running back.
"You're crazier than I keep expecting!" Satoru states with a slightly manic grin. Yūji playfully rolls their eyes before grinning mischievously.
"And you're much more serious than I always expect the more I spend time with you, Gojo-san," Yūji retorts playfully before Sakichi stumbles in front of them. A small amount of water spills out of the glass from the sudden stop.
"I-Itadori-sama, I have the migraine medication, and the water!" He exclaims before placing them on the table. He gives a deep bow, almost hitting Yūji's head with his own before running back to his desk. Yūji sighs slightly before grabbing the bottle of pills and the water.
"I'll call a cab. We can wait out the remaining time at the crematorium. Where the reporters won't harp on us," The pink haired teenager says as they tilt their head towards a growing crowd of reporters outside of the building.
Satoru hums in slight thought, keeping his gaze away from the growing crowd as lights start to flash. He leans forward, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on his head.
"No wonder everyone's clambering to get you to answer their questions!" The white haired man states in realization. He shows the picture of a younger Yūji standing next to Emperor Akihito. Yūji quickly tosses two pills into her mouth before downing the water before looking at the picture.
"Hm? Oh! I guess... Emperor Akihito had requested that no one barrage me with questions," Yūji answers while setting the empty glass down. A tight smile forms on their face as they continue to look at the picture.
"...we mostly meet for appearances sake. Our families aren't exactly... friends," They add before looking up at Satoru.
They take out their phone and quickly type a message to someone. "Asai-san had sent the news of my grandfather's passing to the remaining family. The reporters are probably clambering to get my answers after Hisanobu-ōji leaked the information. He wants to make everything harder for me."
"To become heiress? Or is it heir?" Satoru asks casually. Yūji glances up at him with a momentary expression of surprise before they pout slightly.
"I didn't think you'd find out so soon... It's heiress," Yūji says with a small slump to her shoulders. Satoru just grins, stretching out his legs.
"Don't be disappointed, Yūji-chan! Nothing gets past my eyes," He states confidently. Yūji glances at him in slight surprise before smiling slightly.
"Really? But you have a blindfold on. Why do you have a blindfold on?" She asks curiously. Satoru blinks behind his blindfold in surprise. There was no disbelief in Yūji's eyes or expression. No doubt. Huh.
"I have really good eyesight. It helps to have the blindfold on," Satoru explains simply. Stars appear in Yūji's eyes and she leans forward with an excited grin.
"Can you see through the blindfold? Do you have x-ray vision?! You're so cool!" Yūji bursts into questions, previous annoyance forgotten. Satoru just grins and answers each question with his own excitement.
Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter!
*Extra information*
*(1): Conrad Osaka is a real hotel.
*(2): Emperor Akihito is a real life person. PLEASE NOTE that the Emperor Akihito in this fic will be completely different. The entire royal family will be to. This is not canon, and it is not a non-fiction. Jujutsu Kaisen beginning setting is 2018.
*(3): Aneue is an incredibly formal way to say big sister in Japanese. It's an old and archaic way to say big sister. If you read Demon Slayer, Senjurō (Rengoku's little brother) calls him Aniue. Chichiue and Hahaue are father and mother. These terms were mainly used before the Meiji Period by samurai families and aren't used much anymore.
*(4): Furisode Kimono is the most formal kimono a young, usually unmarried woman can wear. They can wear other types of kimono, but the furisode is specifically meant for young women to be worm at formal events (weddings, Coming of Age Day).
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye.
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