Chapter 5 Yaga's Headache
Trivia #5: Later on when Nanami and Haibara finally come, Satoru would still hold his petty jealousy of not being able to be in one class with Kuma
Kuma shot a look of disgust as Satoru proudly presented her uniform. She didn't mind the white hoodie with those bear ears and oversized sleeves, no. But the damned black skirt he was purposefully swaying at her teasingly was getting on her nerves. And it was even a short skirt for goodness sake. Suguru did offer her a pair of black leggings for consolation and in case that she didn't feel comfortable enough to wear the skirt. And she just raised her eyebrows, arched so highly that one would think it's a reversed u letter.
"Get 'em boy." Immediately at her command, Catoru straightened up with a hiss. Its sharp claws glinted under the light as it jumped and ripped the skirt in shreds, coincidentally grazing Satoru's hands while it's at it. The smirk dancing on Kuma's lips as the white haired Sorcerer gently held his hand in pain was enough of a sign that she won.
Or at least until she figured out that Satoru came prepared and brought endless copies of the abominable skirt. And by endless, she meant infinite. Literally. Just in case she attempted to just rip through all of the skirts he displayed, she even summoned Amanozako to help Catoru and her. But the skirts just kept coming on with Satoru pulling them out of God knows where—
In the end she was forced to give up since they were running late to their meeting with Yaga. Grumbling as she retracted the goddess' summon, she begrudgingly relented and was about to wear the incarnation of the devil called a skirt. But before she could take the skirt from Satoru's hand, Suguru abruptly stopped her with a nearly apologetic chuckle as he whipped up a skort neatly wrapped to her. Kuma spent a good minute or so staring at the piece of clothing, unknowing whether to thank her savior or to burn him on the stake as a consequence of keeping it for so long.
Suguru rushed her in the midst of her decision making, saying they would be late if they didn't get going soon. So she simply abided and wore the skort, tagging along silently as they headed to the meeting. Catoru had pleaded to accompany them earlier, meowing as it snuggled to its owner's leg with doey eyes. Without a doubt, Kuma instantly gave in to the cute charm of Catoru and was about to pick the fluffy cat up. But Satoru had beaten her to it, grabbing the hissy white feline and threw it inside the house roughly before closing the door to lock it in.
Kuma gasped as she witnessed the scene, silver eyes widening in horror. The thrown cat wasted no time pawing at the glass door, letting out a trill of help to no avail as its owner was promptly lifted up and carried away by Satoru like a sack of potatoes. All the while sighing, Suguru followed suit behind them as he ignored the series of profanities Kuma was shouting out. The cat quieted down as they gradually faded from its view, its sharp icy glare never faltering from the transparent door. Perhaps it shouldn't have shown the human carbon copy of itself any mercy. The next time he came over, Catoru was going to murder him for sure.
On the other side of the school, Yaga couldn't help but feel 10 years were just stolen harshly from his life. As if Satoru and Suguru weren't enough, now the new recruit was also a troublemaker. In truth, it wasn't necessary for him to conduct an interview. But he was intent on understanding his students. The weak-hearted and lost ones have no place in his class, he desired no needless deaths that could be avoided from the beginning.
Though in this case… he supposed it was his dolls that were being massacred. He'll have to buy more materials and sew back the puppets later on. Bless him for his patience and hard work. He would've ordered the Strongest Duo to help him, but they're pure menace to his dolls. Meanwhile the cause of mayhem in question herself was also puzzled, a look of pure confusion as she clutched for dear life on Amanozako's back. The imaginary goddess was running amok, slicing relentlessly at any Cursed Corpses daring to attack her creator.
Kuma was just chilling in the corner with the pair that brought her here, blandly observing as Yaga's anger meter was shooting over the rooftop with how Amanozako was slicing relentlessly at his dolls. She hadn't even answered Yaga's question before the goddess had shot out of the black marking around her neck, Amanozako instantly retaliating with her sharp claws. And so the poor teacher was left with a headache not even a few moments later, waving his hands and motioning his puppets to stop before hinting the same to Kuma who complied. Correction, "tried to comply".
As one would expect from one of the most temperamental and ferocious goddesses, she made no move to stop clawing at one of the unmoving dolls. Kuma sighed heavily as she internally apologized to the teacher for the mess, fearlessly walking towards the Curse and casually tugging hard at her sleeves to make her stop. That slight tug was enough to instantly bring her crashing to the floor despite the strength of a Special Grade, garnering the attention of the other occupants in the room. Satoru spared no effort to hide his grin and nor did Suguru who subtly relished in Yaga's blatant surprise showing in his eyes.
"Behave." The unruly goddess settled down in a matter of moments, akin to a child scolded for the disarray they caused and sulking away the day. She shrunk herself, gently coiling around Kuma's neck before reverting back into her tattoo form.
Yaga was still staring at her expectantly for an answer, albeit hesitant to send out another one of his dolls in fear of it getting ripped again. As it stands, he already had a mountain of them to be repaired after all. The girl grinned sheepishly, unapologetic for what her created Cursed Spirit had done. Her gaze was crystal clear, not a shred of fear and rather confidence in place of it.
"But to answer your question uhh… Mr. Yaga was it? The reason I came to this school is simple. I had no choice since I was suddenly brought here and these two said I'd get executed if I didn't cooperate." She stated, pointing towards the strongest pair who were grinning mindlessly.
Her words were promptly halted as Yaga's frown became prominent, anger seeping through his tone. "So you're saying that you're only doing this to avoid immediate execution?"
The answer that he expected in that moment was perhaps panic of being caught or a gritted affirmation. Yet what he received in return was a smirk befitting that of the loose screwed Sorcerers he's met countless of times on the field, albeit filled with ire and subtle annoyance. It was an unspoken rule that one way or another, Sorcerers will always teeter between the line of sanity and madness. And it seems like the lady over here fitted that criteria perfectly. "Don't get me wrong Mr. teacher. I am not afraid of death. I have no reason to fear an inevitable matter. But you see… I'm one selfish person. I'm not really keen on someone else deciding things without my own permission."
The irk lacing her expression abruptly vanished without a trace, though Yaga could perfectly see the nearly psychotic glint hiding behind seemingly innocent platinum orbs. A wide grin blossomed on her lips, an overwhelming demand for obedience and power. "And so I thought… all I had to do was to be strong enough to stand at the top n̸̯̗͓͕̩̤̼̒̑̽̋͆̚o̴̞͖̻͆̋́͠͝? Teach me how to be the strongest. Enough to surpass anyone and do whatever I want in the Jujutsu world. So that I can selfishly be whoever and whatever I want without any restrictions. To a height where I can reach even beyond the strongest."
Satoru shivered lightly at her exclamation, excited at the prospect of a new rivalry blooming. Suguru was no better than his partner, lips trembling and failing to restrain an overly smug smirk. The Curse Energy in the room fluctuated ever so unsurely, the source being the silver eyed brunette cockily waiting for the reply she calculated. A raging headache pounded in the soon to be principal's mind at the conclusion he arrived at. He has once again opted to raise another monstrous force that would shake up the very foundation of the Jujutsu world.
"Very well… Takefuru Kuma. I acknowledge you as a student of the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical High School. The new batch of First Years are coming in a few more days so you can just attend with them later on." He feels sorry for whoever will be in charge of the new first years, but he already had enough on his plate with the two troublemakers and he didn't need a new addition to the lawlessness.
On the other hand, Suguru's smile has mellowed out as Kuma's admittance is finalized. His white haired partner was also rejoicing in a more flashy manner, dancing and cheering around childishly. Though one thing the Cursed Spirit Manipulator is sure of was that Satoru completely disregarded how Yaga stated the newcomer would be in a different class. He internally began a countdown to when his best friend would realize their teacher's implication.
And just on cue, Satoru snapped out of his happy little trance, whipping his head towards Yaga in pure disbelief and shock. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'LL BE WITH THE OTHER FIRST YEARS-"
Suguru could practically see how Kuma's expression scrunched up in distaste at the sudden loud scream, the same goes for his mentor who heaved a sigh and massaged his forehead. Bless their teacher with his patience dealing with the walking chaos of the Gojo clan. "It's just like I said Satoru. She'll be put with the new freshmen, you and Suguru are about to be second graders soon. It's too late for her to catch up and Suguru also suggested that we give her some time to adapt since she's...a little behind on Jujutsu knowledge."
That still didn't stop Satoru from letting out a deafening whine, tackling the unprepared Kuma and latching to her waist as they crashed to the floor. The girl was trashing on the floor, uncaring of her senior's complaints with them being in different classes and just trying to get free from the suffocating hug. "Get the f*ck off of me, Satoru! You're heavy wtf-"
"I don't wanna~ It's sad enough that we're in different classes- Aren't you devastated Kuma-chan!?"
"Who tf are you calling with a 'chan' suffix-"
"Eh~ but it's cute and it suits you-"
Honestly with how red Kuma's cheeks were, Suguru was torn between worrying that her air supply is getting cut off or Satoru is about to be murdered. The latter option was indeed tempting but he supposed they could save that for later since Yaga looked like he was done with their antics as always. So he resigned to pull his best friend off of Kuma, ignoring how his lips were pursed and he attempted to use his puppy eyes. You think he'd know that it wouldn't work on Suguru after how long they've been best friends but it's always worth a shot. Not that it'd work either.
Even with Satoru not hugging her so tightly anymore, Kuma gladly inhaled the air greedily as her complexion slowly faded from a bright rosy tint to normal. Nevertheless she laid on the floor lazily like a starfish. Suguru was kindly restraining Satoru for her. Though with how tall the Gojo heir was, he could still reach to her and was actually playfully poking her as if to see if she'll snap at him. Which she certainly desired to do if only she had the will and energy for it.
Letting out an overly fond scoff to the new addition to their school, Yaga silently thought that the girl would most likely still be dragged into the trio's shenanigans even if they were from separate classes. That or perhaps she'll be the one causing it alongside them, which… he hoped won't happen but definitely will. Oh the headache he signs up daily for the sake of his students, and out of the three only Shoko was manageable even if Suguru has his moments. And speaking of which, he picked up his doll making needles before settling back into his former sitting position with poise. "Shoko, you can come in now."
The door swung open, revealing a certain brunette who was casually smoking like she wasn't a student. Kuma instantly brightened up at the sight of her fellow female student, wasting no time standing up and accidentally knocking Satoru away in the process which left Suguru snorting. "Big sis! How long have you been there—?!"
The look in Shoko's eyes were placid as she puffed up some smoke, waving softly as a greeting for her junior student. "Yaga-sensei told me that you guys would be here and to pick you up once the interview's done."
"Take them away with you please. And also, I'll be leaving Takefuru in the care of you three until the new first years come around. Don't mess around causing chaos, you hear me?"
All four students flashed their own cheeky grin, a hint of warning for the mayhem that was about to befall the school. """"Roger!!""""
A/N:
Holaaaa! I'm back again after the not so short but not too long break— Am alive and finally found some proper motivation to write again without feeling dead— Probably doing somewhat well in uni(?) Well as long as I'm alive and surviving in university, I'll give props to that— Hopefully smooth sailing for updates await~
Also... I have absolutely no idea how to erase the previous hiatus announcement from my phone so... that'll have to wait until I actually open my laptop :)