"ENGLISH/OTHER LANGUAGES"

"JAPANESE"

"THOUGHTS/THOUGHTS"

"TEXTING/CALLING/TEXTING CALLING"


Itadori Yūji was too young to remember the entire incident. She was barely two years old and couldn't even remember her parents' faces. Her parents were arguing with her grandfather–about something that happened to her. An attempted kidnapping or an actual kidnapping, she couldn't remember.

She remembers holding her twin brother's hand. She remembers hiding behind her older brothers with her twin. She remembers her grandfather picking her up. She remembers her grandfather trying to pick her twin brother up as well.

Everything else was a blur. Next thing she knows, she's in a car without her brothers and leaving with her grandfather. She goes to America and starts to live with her grandfather, cut off from the rest of her family. She didn't mind though.

At 8 years old, Yūji is brought to–forced to be a part of–the American jujutsu community. Even if it's her grandfather's fault, she doesn't blame him. He had a debt and when they found out he had her under his care, they wouldn't accept anything other than her life.

It wasn't bad really. A bit of ostracization, discrimination, maybe a bit of torture disguised as training, a couple of attempts on her life every year. Other than that, no one really bothered her or her grandfather.

At 13 years old, her grandfather dies of a sickness–an illness that those above her grandfather had given him she's absolutely sure–and she is brought into the care of an old family friend who she suddenly realized never really acted like an old family friend. At that moment, it all gets so much worse.

She already had to bare through watching normal American politics as she grew up. Now, she had to be a part of American politics. Unfortunately, it wasn't just the normal politics of mostly corruption. It was jujutsu politics. Jujutsu American politics.

Somehow, someway, Yūji managed to live her best life. It was starting to get better too when Yūji turned 15. She was actually well-liked at the high school she attended. She was pretty popular in the city she lived in because she always lent a helping hand and her athleticism was off the charts. Yūji was even slowly starting to make friends with a few jujutsu sorcerers her age.

"This has to be a fucking joke." Then, more bullshit happens.

Yūji held a paper in her hands, glaring up at the American jujutsu higher-ups with wide eyes. She clears her throat at the glare her guardian, Nathan Horne, gives her at the cussword.

"Are you–I don't have the skills required to be an–an ambassador. Fuck, I literally started a war between two families when I was sent to help resolve a misprint in a scholarship!" Yūji exclaims, waving the paper around. Nathan coughs loudly, making Yūji's ears flush.

"S-sorry, but–"

"But nothing, Yūji. We are severely short-staffed at the moment and can't afford to lose any of our sorcerers!" Tiffany Villanueva, the principal of Jujutsu Spencer Institute–and the bitchiest hag to ever walk the face of this Earth–sat closest to Nathan. "Besides, you're the only person in this community who knows Japanese. Fluently."

"Fucking bitch. Even Horne fuckin' knows Japanese," Yūji growls internally. She places a hand on her hip and glares back down at the paper.

"Maybe we shouldn't have gotten cocky and killed one of their sorcerers in the first place!" She hisses under her breath before crumbling up the paper into a ball and throwing it at Nathan.

Yūji flips off the higher-ups as she turns around. "Fuck you. I have homework to finish."

"The number of curses in the world have doubled in the past month alone." Yūji stops walking at the revelation. She turns her head slightly, but doesn't look up at the higher-ups.

"The international jujutsu community can not afford two branches going to all-out war. If we do not resolve this, we will all die," Tiffany says with a snarl. Yūji snorts slightly before turning around.

"Yes, I understand that. I ain't stupid. I also understand that I am your only "expendable" sorceress. Please don't go into your shitty lectures about it," Yūji says before anything else starts. She glances up at the higher-ups before sighing.

"How long will I be this ambassador for?" The pink haired teenager asks. She really didn't want to do this.

"Indefinitely," Nathan answers for the higher-ups.

Yūji feels the hair on the back of her neck rise. "You mean permanently."

"Yes," Tiffany smiles slightly and leans back, "or until you die."

"...you never wanted me out of the country before," Yūji states with narrowed eyes. She glances around before fixing her posture.

Fightorflightfightorflightfightorflight

"We can't afford one of our more... valuable and more qualified members to take this mission. The Japanese higher-ups will most likely try to kill whoever we send as ambassador," Camden Rowe, the assistant principal of Jujutsu Spencer Institute, says with a sniff. Yūji takes a small step back and relaxes her shoulders.

Fightorflightfightorflightfightorflight

"So this is a suicide mission."

"Hm... yes," Tiffany states with a smile. Yūji glances around once more and sees a small flash from the window. She turns her head and stares straight at it.

"And things were getting so much better..." Yūji sighs with an eye roll. She glances back up at the higher-ups and gives a small shrug.

"There's nothin' for me here, and I've always wanted to get out of this fuckhole of a country," Yūji says, mostly to herself.

"Before you cart me off to Japan to die, can I ask for something?" She sighs and rolls her neck. "Two things, actually. I want to bring Luci with me and I want to visit Grampa before I leave."

Nathan scoffs and gives Yūji a sneer. "That monster is not going anywhere with you. It's–"

"It's unfortunately bound to Yūji for eternity and will only listen to the girl. And, we already know what that thing does when Yūji is gone for a week without contact," Camden interrupts Nathan with a small glare. He sighs heavily and rubs his forehead before waving a hand of dismissal.

"Fine, whatever. You and that thing aren't my problem anymore. The Japanese higher-ups have been informed and all of your information has been transferred–or will be transferred tomorrow. You will be attending Tokyo Jujutsu High School as a first year, now go. I want you and all of your family's filth out of my community by tonight," The man says with a huff. Yūji smirks and sticks her tongue out at Nathan.

She gives a dramatic bow to the higher-ups. "I honestly hope that each and every one of you dies a slow and painful death. Good day."

Yūji turns around and leaves with a flip of her hair. When the doors close behind her, she snarls and kicks the potted plant next to the doors. It shatters by the impact and her foot goes through the wall.

"Motherfucker!" Yūji runs a hand through her hair before storming off. "All of them, motherfuckers!"


"See? And when you swipe, it makes a rainbow line!" A young woman exclaims brightly, showing a young toddler something on her iPad. Yūji smiles softly as the toddler squeals loudly in delight. She glances up when the bus stops.

"Wanna make a flower?" The woman asks curiously.

"Yeah, yeah!" The toddler exclaims while clapping their hands. Yūji stands up and walks over to one of the doors.

She gives the bus driver a wave as the doors open. "Thanks Mr. Micah!"

"See you around Yu!" Micah Riddle says cheerfully, giving the pink haired teenager a wave through the rearview mirror.

Yūji steps off the bus and messes with the straps of her backpack. She sighs heavily and stares up at the cemetery sign hanging above the entrance. She trudges forward with a blank expression.

A sigh leaves her mouth as she stops in front of a somewhat new tombstone near the entrance.

Wasuke Itadori

A loving grandfather and friend. Anyone who cries in front of this tombstone owes him $50.

Don't go cussing now that I'm not here, Yūji. Say hello to your brothers for me.

"I didn't bring you flowers since you seem to hate them, Ojīchan," Yūji speaks in a calm tone. She crouches down and stares at the words on the tombstone.

"The higher-ups are sendin' me away to Japan. It's for a suicide mission, obviously. I'm a fuckin' ambassador now," She continues with a small frown. "Have any advice?"

"Don't fucking cuss Yūji! No one's gonna marry you if you keep cussin' them out!" Yūji imagines her grandfather scolding her with a soft smile.

It was completely silent in the cemetery. Yūji laughs quietly and runs a hand through her hair.

"They're lettin' me bring Luci though. And I'm practically free from 'em now. I'm going to be permanently stayin' in Japan indefinitely or until I die, so you might be seein' me soon." Yūji looks up at the sky as the wind blows her hair into her face.

She brushes back some of her hair and sighs. "I'm probably gonna see them again. Any advice for that? I'll try and be on my best behavior, but... you know."

"You know my thoughts on your parents, Yūji. They deserve whatever hate you give them, but you better give your brothers a chance." Yūji remembers his soft voice whenever he talks about her brothers to her. Tears form in her eyes as she touches the tombstone.

"I know you don't like me cryin', but I can't help it. It's been... It's been so long and I miss them so, so much–I miss you. Gods, so much. You... you weren't able to see them before–" Yūji cuts herself off with a small growl "–before those fuckin' assholes made you sick."

The anger is quickly pushed aside and Yūji runs a hand over her face. She sighs heavily and rests her head against the tombstone.

"You better watch me Ojīchan. I'm either gonna fake my death or I'ma actually try and succeed in this bullshit of a mission. I hafta stop a war. A fuckin' civil war," The pink haired teenager whispers with a sigh. A small laugh escapes her and she opens her eyes.

"I'll cause some chaos too. We still have that bet goin' on," Yūji kisses the tombstone before standing up, "and don't worry. I'll bitch slap your son for ya. If he ain't already dead for you to bitch slap him yourself."

"Love ya Gramps." Yūji smiles slightly and rests her hand on the tombstone. She turns around and starts walking back towards the entrance, placing two of her fingers to her lips.

PHU~UWEET

Yūji whistles loudly before clapping her hands. "Luci! C'mon! We gotta plane to catch!"

She hears an echoing bark before a large shadow appears next to her. Loud demonic screams of anguish echoes throughout the cemetery from the shadow portal before a black Chow Chow shrouded in shadows, five times the size of Yūji, jumps out with a loud bark. Yūji holds out her arms and giggles loudly when a giant tongue licks her entire face.

"Oh Luci! It's good to see you too! Come to Mama!" Yūji gives her pet hellhound a beaming smile while clapping her knees. Luci barks again and leaps towards Yūji. Right before she lands on her owner, she shrinks to the size of a Chow Chow puppy.

Yūji laughs loudly and instinctively holds Luci in her arms. She raises her head slightly when her hellhound starts to lick her face.

"Let's get goin'!" Yūji takes a left once she leaves the cemetery, heading straight towards the hospital. A helicopter sat on top of the hospital, ready for take off.


Itadori Yūji is the youngest daughter of Itadori Jin and Itadori Kaori, and the only granddaughter of Itadori Wasuke. For 13 years of her life, she lived in America with Wasuke because of some family shit she doesn't really care about and now she's forced to go back, officially abandoned by the country she's called home. Not that she really cares, not since her grandfather died.

So, here's Itadori Yūji's guide to not giving a flying fuck about the world as she gives a fuck about the world. A bit contradictory, but Yūji doesn't care. Okay, maybe she cares a bit...

Or, I–the author–has decided to completely destroy the canon world of JJK by creating my own entire world of Canon divergence. This is either going to be great or a giant dumpster fire. Who knows.


Hey! So I'm writing another story. I seriously have no idea where I am going with this one. I just–had this idea and it just grew (or devolved) into this.

So main points:

1: I have no idea if there'll be any pairings or ships. I haven't thought that far ahead.

2: This might get darker than I intend. Please heed this warning.

3: This might actually just be a dumpster fire, but I'll try my best to make it work.

I hope you all like the new story! Also, sorry about how... rushed(?) this first chapter was. With loosely planned plot I have, there really wasn't a starting point anywhere. Bye!

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