"ENGLISH/OTHER LANGUAGES"
"JAPANESE"
"THOUGHTS/THOUGHTS"
"TEXTING/CALLING/TEXTING/CALLING"
* = Information in A/N
Yūji stares at the sliding door in front of her. She hums a small tune under her breath as she waits to be called in. It's been around 30 minutes since Satoru first walked in and she's actually starting to get worried.
She jumps with a small squeak when the door is slammed open. Satoru walks out with a cheerful grin and tense shoulders.
"We're ready for you, Yū-chan!" Satoru exclaims brightly. Yūji blinks before narrowing her eyes with a sigh.
"God, please just–just kill me now." The pink haired teenager stuffs her hands in her skirt pockets and follows after the white haired man. She straightens her shoulders at the suffocating atmosphere. Yūji forces a bright smile on her face and steps a bit to the left.
"...this is a child." Yūji's eyebrow twitches at the insult. "They sent a child."
"Yū-chan wasn't lying! And she fits the description they sent over," Satoru says with a shrug. He was still incredibly tense.
"A child for an ambassador? And a girl no less," A young man with light colored hair fading to black tips, sharp black eyes, and fair skin states with a sneer.
The smile on Yūji's face tightens a bit. "I go by Yū. I look forward to working with y'all." She gives a tense, but perfect bow.
"This is a spit in the face. A little girl can't replace a Grade 1 sorcerer. Is your little community trying to start a war?" The man asks rudely. Yūji laughs quietly and places a hand on her hip.
"I am, on official papers, an E Rank Special Grade sorceress. As a 'placement for the person who's unfortunately killed, I'm sure I can keep up with y'all," Yūji says calmly, still smiling. She turns her smile towards the sexist man.
"Though, I do understand why you think it's insultin' for a little girl to be stronger than you. You're a misogynist, yeah? A female stronger than ya, mus' be a fuckin' hit t'your toxic masculinity. Ya do know that toxic masculinity's dead, yeah?" Yūji continues as she shrugs her shoulders before turning to a heavily amused Satoru.
"Isn't this supposed to be a higher-ups meeting?" She asks in confusion, making Satoru stifle a laugh.
"The Zen'in Clan is the family of the sorcerer who was killed," Satoru informs simply. Yūji snorts with an eye roll and ignores the withering glare sent her way to focus on the entire group.
"The American jujutsu higher-ups're buncha fuckin' shitheads to their sorcerers an' don't tell 'em shit, so I know's they not tellin' you shit 'bout me," The pink haired teenager changes the subject as she pops her knuckles.
She holds up her index finger. "One: I'ma student by day, sorceress by night an' on weekends. Sorceress durin' breaks. Two: I'ma AP student–advanced placement student. Don't know how your country's ed'cation goes, but I ain't dumbin' myself down to a level 'low me if you don't got AP. Three: I'll do whatcha fuckin' ask but I ain't gonna give any respect to anyone who don't deserve it. You be nice t'me, I be nice t'you. Four: my Gramps'a tal'sman master. I picked it up from 'im, so's I exper'ment. Feel any 'xplosions of cursed energy from my room, tha's me. Damage t'people only happens in my room."
"You are in no position for any conditions, Yū," An extremely old man sitting in the middle of the group states calmly. Yūji groans slightly and rubs her temple.
"'course they didn't tell you that shit. Fuck!" Yūji furiously rubs her face before lightly slapping her cheeks. She rolls up one of her hoodie sleeves and holds out her arm.
"Damnit." Yūji closes her eyes and focuses her cursed energy on her arm. A mark slowly appears from her left ring finger and slowly makes its way up her arm. Five shimmering skulls appear up her forearm as the black line ends on the left side of her jaw.
"A binding vow!" The old man states in surprise, lifting his head to reveal intense eyes. Yūji rolls her eyes.
"First thing I said's the third bindin' vow they forced me t'take. It made this mark on my skin. Can't change it, 'lieve me I wish I could if I'm able. I break that bindin' vow, I become a catalyst to a whole load of bullshit that you can't afford." The pink haired teenager lowers her arm, the marks fading back to normal skin.
"Let's all get one thing straight. I don't wanna fuckin' be here. You guys don't want me here. That don't change the fact that I'm forced t'be here now, so either take advantage of this opportunity of bein' given a special grade sorceress on a silver platter, or fuckin' give me a headstart before ya go after my head." Yūji turns around and gives them all the finger. "Also y'all need to work on your 'timidation skills. They fuckin' shit!"
"This place is such a fuckin' upgrade!" Yūji cheers by jumping onto the incredibly old and small, but still usable, bed. A huge amount of dust flies up and chokes the pink haired teenager, making her cough loudly.
"Oh man! There's no mold, no weird smells... just a buncha dust and some broken furniture. Hell yes!" Yūji thinks in triumph as she stops coughing. Luci barks and jumps onto the bed, landing on Yūji's stomach. She groans at the sudden weight before smiling when Luci starts licking her face.
"I know Luci! You'll be able to sleep in your own bed!" Once I'm able to buy one...
Luci barks again and runs in a circle before plopping down next to Yūji, placing her head on her stomach. Yūji giggles and pets her hellhound.
Yūji yawns loudly and closes her eyes, taking in a deep, dust-filled breath. She sighs heavily and stares tiredly up at the dirty ceiling.
"Gramps... I'm back home, like you've always wanted... Like I've always wanted..."
Nine year old Yūji silently plays with her tiger plushie. A bright smile covered her gaunt face while her heavily shaking hands gripped her old but well-taken care of plushie.
She sat on top of an old hospital bed in heavy disrepair and had dirty old bandages wrapped around her arms, legs, and neck. Four walls surrounded the bed, slightly bending the frame from how small the space was.
"–ject is still just playing with the plushie. Anytime we try and take it away from her, the cursed energy spikes and releases a barrier around her." Yūji hears the end of the information as the door in front of her is opened outwards.
"Has the brat hurt anyone?"
"No. The barrier slightly burns anyone who touches it, but she seems to be able to control what the barrier does. I'm sure if anyone pushes further, they would be severely burned by it." Yūji starts to hum a small tune, making the plushie dance.
"Miss Lucy had some leeches
Her leeches liked to suck
And when they drank up all her blood
She didn't give a
Funny when the doctors
Had locked her in her cell–"
"What the hell is she singing?" Yūji rocks back and forth, hugging her tiger to her chest.
"–Miss Lucy screamed all night that they should go to bloody
Hello to the surgeon
With scalpel old and blunt
He'll tie you to the table
Then he'll mutilate your–"
"...I don't know... whenever someone she doesn't... like visits her, she–well she hums or sings this song... I don't think it's a good idea to figure out why..." Yūji smiles even wider.
"–come it's nearly teatime
The lunatics arrive
The keepers bleed them all until
There's no one left a
Lively little rodents
Are eaten up by cats–"
"Stitch her mouth shut. It's fucking creepy." A hysterical giggle starts to come between the lyrics.
"–we're subject to experiments
Like laboratory
Rats, I've dropped a teacup
How easily they break
I'm on my hands and knees until
I pay for my mis–"
"...what about Wasuke? If–if we anger him..."
"Then take out the fucking stitches when we give her back!"
"Take off all your clothing
We've only just begun
We have no anesthesia
It's eighteen forty–"
SLAM
Yūji stops singing when the door is slammed closed. She continues humming the rest of the song, her head slightly tilted.
"I didn't even get to finish the song..."
Yūji messes with the high collar of the gakuran styled jacket she is forced to wear. She makes a small noise of dissatisfaction before moving to take it off entirely. The white button up blouse she wore underneath was a size too small and barely had enough to tuck into her too small skirt.
"Stupid different sizing charts..." Yūji ties the jacket around her waist, trying to have something to cover the backs of her upper thighs. She rolls her neck, trying to get rid of the small ache, and walks out of her room.
She tugs at the black tights she wore as she walks towards the common room. "Where do I go to get my uniform replaced? This shit's too small."
"You'll have to ask Gojo-sensei. Did you put in your size correctly last week?" Nobara asks, making Yūji stare at her. She blinks before placing a hand on her hip.
"What'd you mean last week?" Yūji asks in confusion, tugging at the collar of her blouse.
"Gojo-sensei came to us last week that we were going to have a new classmate. The new classmate was the American ambassador," Megumi explains as he scrolls through his phone. Yūji stares at him incredulously before the information registers in her mind.
"Those motherfuckerin' cunts!" Yūji shouts loudly before groaning and rubs her temples. She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath.
"I shoulda faked my death. I'd not have to deal with their fuckin' tricks anymore," Yūji mutters to herself and runs a hand through her hair. She decided to leave it down today.
"We goin'? You two hafta deal with me a bit longer an' show me where everythin' is," She changes the subject with a small frown. Nobara grins and skips over, linking her arm with Yūji's.
"Fushiguro's too addicted to his phone, so I'll show you around. We also have enough time to stop for breakfast!" Nobara states confidently. Megumi doesn't show that he heard the ginger haired teenager. Yūji giggles and lets Nobara pull her out of the common room.
Megumi makes a small noise of surprise and whips his head up when the door slams closed. He sighs heavily and gets up to follow his two classmates while putting up his phone.
"I'm not addicted to my phone..."
Hey! Hope you all like the new chapter!
Also there's a headcanon Mrs. O'Leary from PJO is a Chow Chow hellhound. That's what I did for Luci. The song that Yūji sings is called "Miss Lucy Had Some Leeches" by Emilie Autumn. It's fucking whack.
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye.
WhovianWhoudini
