FAE

by Kauro

1

18. Sept. 2022

FAY.

Cold. Cold. Cold. Pain.

My butt, pants, sleeves, even my feet are wet. Am I sitting amidst a muddy puddle? Is my hair also wet by this dirty puddle water or by the rain pouring down on me? What a mess, Suguru, shameful, you weak bastard! Look at your silly, small brain, you lost it again. As soon as my energy floated through my weakened body, I was running the way towards the train station. Not to escape from the pouring rain, it rushed me to run every time it happened. I never knew why. When it started, they brought me to their incapable doctor. What was he at all, a pet doctor, maybe, or a laboratory rat? The heat increased inside. Every step speeded me up. The breaths became even and constant. Should I run to school, or ride train? I want to move. I'm running. I'll run back. Maybe I'll pier on my phone. Twenty something Satoruic messages, for sure. He can't shut up. One day I'll be dead and he will find a way to haunt me, pushing his useless thoughts in my mind, like a mixtape. He can't finish a sentence without have started another one while finishing. His brain was working on few levels, he needed a let out for such a raging torrent of thoughts. Thinking of him, makes me smile, small dusty sun rays warming my heart. Much needed. Why oh! Why do I endure this endless garland of stupid paper dolls, such as my thoughts. Why is this even happening?

Suguru's wet hand grabbed the phone in a stronghold, reading, while running like insane, the phone shouldn't land in the wet grass again. The display was already slightly cracked when he lost consciousness the last time, some weeks ago.

Geto Suguru, slim, muscular young man. Face of a forest fay – his grandma used to say this to him, cuddling him, stroking his cheeks. She left him too early, too soon. Was he ever loved by anyone, he asked himself few weeks ago, when a friend was buried. A close friend, who died in combat with curses, the leadership had somehow underestimated. Again. His rage immediately shot across his spine. He let it out into the ground, where the grass turned black, burnt by the fire flash. He dried his hot face with his wet sleeve, useless. Recalling his late grandma and this miserable situation of the rainy, spring day: Yu's family grieved so openly during the ceremony, especially his younger sister, who cried like a child for her brother. For the first time, Geto became aware, of how a family had a bond of love and showed their feelings about their bitter, irreversible loss. Even knowing, Yu's passing wasn't a permanent separation, he felt compassion with the family members. Afterwards he talked to the girl, reminding her of the Buddhist believes about the continuation of life, even when the body was destroyed, the unbreakable spirit and strong soul, would never be lost or immaterialize. He showed her, how to whisper to his spirit, to summon him in her thoughts. Luckily, they had these five minutes, before Satoru found him and dragged him aside, showing him details in the fence of the cemetery, referring about the metal the fence was made of. What he aimed to do, was, pulling him apart from the crowd and scrounging his cigarettes. Because he didn't know how to suppress his sadness, he searched for comfort with someone close. They smoked near by the gates of the cemetery. Satoru leaned on the huge tree. No more Sakura. They were blown by the cool spring winds couple of days ago. Geto lifted his right leg and started kicking the tree, close to Gojo, who seemed lost in thoughts. Three, two, one and a serenade of them would pour out like a spring rain. He pulled his dark glasses, fixing Geto's eyes in a strong hold. Geto thought of a slice of bread with strawberry jam. Irrational.

-This mourning family made me think about you. – Gojo's voice sounded calm. Geto chuckled; He projects his sadness on me, what a perceptible diversion. It made him stop the kicking. Absurd became a twin. Wait, maybe they are even three.

- Why? I'm ok! – Oops, he said that too fast. Too eager to present himself in a flawless condition.

- Wasn't Your last family contact at the funeral of your grandmother, and you talked to that girl.

- Satoru, don't start! Why are you talking about me, when your situation is similar? Using me again to talk about your condition. – Geto interrupted edgily.

- Using? Condition? You can't recognize kindness. I worried about you. And you react like, like… He pointed holding the cigarette towards Geto, who turned slightly aside, to hide his smile and his anger. The fact stupid Satoru was expressing emotions towards him, warmed his heart too immensely; he had to smile. This smile overtook him too fast and was far out of his control. Quick, produce a shield to hide whatsoever was left of my pride. Faster, idiot.

I am polite! – He heard his own voice sounded like a record. This was – eh – too puny slice of bread, no strawberry jam, instead: old tuna paste, fishy smell. One bite and you throw up.

He kicked the tree strongly. Satoru pointed at this, shaking his head. The next kick landed on his leg, where Geto's shoes left a print on. The kick was returned. After kicking their legs until it hurt, they stopped. Geto's hair turned messy, he took off the gum and began to gather his hair, to tie his bun anew. Gojo watched in silence.

The paths alongside the water, were free of cursed energy, therefore he liked running alongside that dike. Some invisible fence separated, the over populated, huge city and this area, where there weren't many people. Compared to Shibuya, the streets aside the dike, were more airy and cleaner. No clouds of aggressive energies in the corners, no essential curses that needed any attention, just the usual dust, or balls of negative thoughts. It can't be compared to the meta clouds hanging over some areas of the city. Whole buildings stood in cursed energy clouds, right next to amiable places.

His body was energized, warm, even his clothes began to dry, although it was still raining, his body temperature, the heat he produced from within, dried the cloths.

Every time he fell out of consciousness, his body heated up afterwards. Though the pain after waking up was immense, the energy that grew inside him instantaneously, contained a power of a tsunami.

When he trained martial arts and archery, in addition to those physical exercises, sometimes the monk, would let him read, mysterious and very longstanding Buddhist writings, translated from Sanskrit, Tibetan and Chinese, as a reward for his hard work. Their meaning would remain undisclosed for the common brain. Especially one, has captured his attention for some time now, describing invocations on energy summoning. He understood the processes, not much by his physical brain or thought flow, but by a deeper knowing, exterior to his mental understanding. This happened as often as he wished to, the more he let it in, the more force his body produced. One day, after a meaningful conversation, his aikido sensei, took the scripts away, locking them up. Then, he pressured Geto again, to vow in written form, to never talk about these ancient restricted practices, which were made as cultivation exercises for the Lieges of ancient civilizations. Geto became even more apprehensive. He wouldn't give up on something, that has captured his attention, exercising his intentions. Geto found a way to steal one small booklet of handwritten scripts, too easily, driven by a curiosity, to get to the core of the matter. Nothing would escape the capacity of his comprehension. He had to hide the script and look for another occasion, which would bring him further.

Running was the fastest way to balance his over–energized body and ease his mind. The last time he ran alongside the dike, heading towards the city, running through the streets instead of riding the train, that certain day, his life had changed in the most unforeseen way:

A Flashback

The rain had stopped when he finally made it back to the jujutsu college´ living area. All lights were lit, the sticky aisles smelled delicious of dinner: rice and vegetables cooked in soy sauce. His hunger pulled him directly towards the dining room. Pleasantly sounding voices, enjoying the dinner, cheered him up. The friendliness of their sound warmed his heart. One voice rose always too clearly above all other. A pair of diamond eyes always shone over all else's, even when covered.

Suguru! Many voices welcomed him. Shoko appeared out of nowhere taking his bag. He just noticed his bag was still over his shoulder. Pushing him towards the washing rooms, chattering nonsense he didn't understand. Their eyes met in the mirror of the washing room. His shirt was hanging out, covered in mud splatter, greenish spots on his pants, his hair a mess. He looked like a meadow ghost. She kissed him, stuffing her tongue deep inside his mouth, sucking his tongue. Her taste of dinner, as well as her own, relaxed his over tensed being. She kissed him every day. He liked her kisses.

Wash your hands and face, I'll get you a tablet. – She walked out.

Two bowls.

Sure.

They were emptied before Kento had finished his first. His manners beat even Geto's smugness. Usually, they both urged everyone to manners when eating, walking, working. Satoru kicked them off daily for their gallant behavior and called them painted peacocks. In the past, those exchanges of niceties ended with bruises. But not these last few months. They all seemed more mature, calmer.

For Satoru, this way changed, the day, Geto first fell out of consciousness; he will never know.

Did you fight cursed gnomes? Gojo picked on his clothes, disturbing him to devour the plate. Shoko brought some buns and fruits. Geto swallowed the buns and grabbed a banana, pushing Satoru's big hands away from his clothes. Nodding yes, to be left in peace to eat everything that was available within his reach. Satoru started a story of how Geto fought the Gnome King, Parsley, down by the stream. They fell into it, while Parsley was about to win the battle, he suddenly drawn and was eaten up by the river ghoul. When he didn't get the usual attention, he pulled Geto's hair, unintentionally too hard. Next thing, his nose was bleeding.

Satoru, you're the kitchen service, make yourself useful! - Nanami called out on him, while Gojo moved towards the sink to wash the blood away, laughing cheerfully, too cheerfully to hide the pain and anger. And the embarrassment! He was wondering about his own behavior, why he was eager to touch Geto's hair. He knew a part of him, wanted to bury his face into Geto's hair and cry there for hours, until the pain inside him disappears. But why Geto, he asked himself frequently?

Shoko's hair was short, he couldn't hide his feelings there and cry. She was a friend to keep closer, for sure, he liked her in his own way. Her small, thin figure, her clear mind and sweet face, was treacherous, for she was powerful and skilled jujutsu practitioner. They had slept with each other, once, and he didn't want to remember the embarrassing experience at all. They were first year students and nowadays the situation was negligible and insignificant.

While he worked on cleaning up the kitchen, an idea grew inside him, energizing some strong excitement. He would bring Suguru some leftovers and say sorry for pulling his hair. He would ask him, to touch his hair once. No. He would apologize and leave. He will ask. Leave. Ask. Leave. Ask.

-You remember when we watched porn?

Geto answered with an icy arrow:

- In a second you'll be dead! - Bright laughter spread, filling up the room. Instead of hitting him, Geto closed the window, remaining to look out, scanning the area: treetops, the cold yard beneath, the stars visible through the fast flying, thin, clouds.

- Satoru, I want to sleep; he pointed at the door with a slight movement. The air moved by it, touched Gojo's face. Now he noticed, his glowing skin. Luckily the lights were low, just the night lamp and the white candle in the glass, were lit. He was hoping, his pale face didn't reflect the heat he radiated. Geto's impatient expression made him lift his long body from the bed, where he had spread out naturally. Gojo walked small steps near the door, digging his hands into his pockets, crushing some foil inside. Geto turned his back on him, standing calm at the window.

No sound of a door was to be heard in the next few minutes. Nothing but a low crumbling noise reached his ears: unwrapping, plopping, sucking. Geto took a deep breath, ready to throw him out. The moment he turned around he froze. Satoru was leaning on the door, lollipop in his mouth, the white steal sticking out, hands on his face, looking down, hanging shoulders and hair colored like soft, spring-blossom honey. Awkward stillness filling up the space enhancing the odd situation. Geto felt too much all at once. All at once! He couldn't take his eyes off of Gojo's head, his towering figure appeared defenseless and innocently open, for the first time. The urge to attack come over him, which he easily converted. If he speaks, he will break the awkward stillness. But he couldn't. He felt easier than usual.

-What were you saying? – He asked. Satoru looked up in a dreamy way, sucking lightly the lollipop, looking kinda naively. Again, the awkward silence spread around, even stronger.

-You mentioned the porn we watched when we were kids, so?

- I did it with Shoko; we tried out, what we saw there… ahem …

Geto turned away to stare out the window, again.

- It was embarrassing, I wasn't good performing it; we both said, we don't want to do it again. I am sorry.

Geto didn't move, nor he responded. After a while, waiting for a reaction, Gojo stepped closer to him: I want to say: sorry.

Stillness.

-I know it is pathetic, I'll go now. - Gojo turned away to leave. A bright laughter interrupted his movements, turning him into a bewildered statue. Geto's cheerful laughter took him by surprise, twisting his insides, whirling his mind around. Gojo felt helplessly exposed. He wondered if his body smell like burnt, the way he felt: struck by a lightning. When he reached out for the door handle, he still couldn't open it and leave.

-I'm not laughing at your experience; we were what, fifteen? How could this be a thing? I don't laugh at you. I find the situation extraordinary… compelling.

-Guess so! - Gojo smiled foolishly.

-Thanks for telling me? - Geto didn't sound arrogant, but surprised enough.

-I mean, I am sorry to have pulled your hair so hard, earlier.

-What?! How is this connected to the porn and you and Shoko having sex or so? What is…

-I wanted to tell you, to not sleep with her!

-You, can't tell me what to do and whom to sleep with, are you brainless?

They already talked against each other. Gojo raised his hand. His back still exposed to Geto, looking at the door.

- I know, I know!

Geto didn't expect this. Something new was about to appear from who knows where, like a long-expected letter, you believe would never actually be in your mail. He hesitated.

- Satoru…? He asked calmly, still nervous. - I heard your apology, it's ok. I'm very tired today.

- I will go in two minutes; I want to ask you for a favor.

- Ask!

- May I touch your hair? His voice was so low, Geto heard the words and believed he didn't hear anything. Spurts of a mysterious element were spreading inside him.

-Touch… my… hair? - He said slowly, surprised, stunned, and not surprised, not stunned instantaneously. Gojo took a deep breath in, exhaled, and was ready to leave; in this fragment of a moment, the presence of his friend emerged close to him. With one hand, Geto let his hair down, standing still, calm, gentle. Eyes closed. A slight movement, long fingers ran with cautious touch through some strains of his hair, a hand bone dashed his cheek so slightly, it might have been imagined. The long fingers played softly through his hair for countless moments, letting fireflies explode within his mind, spreading out across his body. It ended too fast. The soft fingers disappeared suddenly.

-I; – rest well. – Gojo was about to leave. Two strong arms, wrapped around his body, a warm closeness leaned silently against his back.

-Stay. They stood in this embrace for several minutes in a sound hold. Gojo stretched his arms to embrace his friend, not moving his body, he simply placed his arms over Geto's, sensing his warmth.

-I want to stay. - Geto loosened his hold. Gojo turned around to face him. Geto pulled the lollipop out of Gojo's mouth it was quite tiny, sticky and sweet, blue colored. Gojo's lips were blue, parted, he stared too openly, foolishly, amiably. Geto put the lollipop in his mouth, staring back, holding Gojo's eyes in a sound response. With his right hand, he vaguely touched the tips of Geto's hair, wrapping them around his finger. This was the only movement he managed to make. The rest lollipop got crunched leisurely. Gojo stared at the moving lips. Next moment the stem flew on the floor, some sharp teeth crushed against his, with speed, hurting his lips and teeth. The tongue went deep inside whirling around his mouth with electricity. He pulled against with his tongue, trying to get rid of the violent thing inside his mouth. In vain. Geto pushed inside, pressing his lips with power. Both his hands held Gojo's shoulders in a strong hold. He could obey, and give in, but a strange resistance spread inside him, too fast, his movements, he pushed Geto intently away; who stumbled backwards, balancing out with an irate, stupefied expression.

You mad, Satoru?

As mad as you! He answered dryly, touching his lips: It's hurting.

While saying this, he noticed Suguru's uncertainty. Still, he approached him again:

No kissing than! Touch my hair! - Suguru whispered, his voice soft and sharp, sending electric strikes into Satoru's body and mind. This kind of energy made him almost immovable, laming his mind. An irresistible magnet pulled him in a strange place of cravings and desires beyond his understanding. Geto's head leaned slowly on his shoulder; he could berry both his hands in the soft, strong, black hair. Not just his hands, but with his face, he leaned into and breathed Geto's hair in. Warm hands gently moved between his legs, upon the insides of his thighs, pulling the zipper down, pulling the pants down to befree him for the closest touch. Burning and sliding. The roughness of his touch, was cleared off by gentle movements. Geto knew how to touch for sure.

Let me. - Geto whispered. Gojo didn't answer, he simply couldn't. His blood was already steaming, any moment he could explode into his very own particles. His breath was fast and humid as the air in the room, he felt an immense heat all over. Suddenly Geto stopped. Nothing. Few moments of yearning were built up to parish into an empty space. Then he heard Geto's voice, closer than before, breathing in his ear, spreading inside him.

Let me. - The energy, that erupted out of those two words, and the next movement of Geto, made him crave his own death. Geto went on down, before him, touching again, softly, he took his penis into his mouth, softly, slowly. Every move, Gojo felt: Intense pleasure, was a crave to die. Nothing in this world to be compared to, he wanted, wanted, wanted, more. Shortly he was done, peaking the heights of his existence with a loud moan.

Geto spit on the floor, wiping off his mouth, with a quick movement, he jumped up, opening the door behind them, pushing Satoru out with a strong push, smashing the door, locking it up. Satoru stared at the door before his very eyes, immovable, processing what had just happened. Tears streaming down uncontrollably. Did he ever cry in his whole life? A powerful hit produced a whole in the robust, old wood, shouting first without voice: Suguru! Damn Bastard! – then finding his voice: Suguru!

Geto heard him, he rubbed the mess away with his running shoes, which he just put on, staring out the window, breathing heavily, fighting back his own tears. Burning! Too strongly, those fucked up feelings were destroying his insides. He needed air, and movement. Geto opened up the window, he climbed out the window, throwing himself, brainlessly towards the rain pipe, his hands slipping aside, crashing into the pipe, but managing to clutch onto it. Next moment his body slid carefully until the height was reasonable, to jump off and ran away. Geto ran out of the school area into the streets of Shibuya. At some point he reached a safe place he knew well, a bar, who's owner worked with the jujutsu organization, or was one of them, disguised as a civilian. When he entered the dark, wicked space, he was greeted immediately by the tough looking man, behind the shelf. Scars covered his left cheek.

There you are! I was expecting you! The guests on the bar stools eyed them with natural curiosity. Geto was surely the youngest person in this sticky, filthy place and wearing a uniform jacket, didn't make the situation better. He greeted in a polite manner, bowing more than anticipated. The owner himself looked quite wicked. He pointed him to sit down, acting innocently, he handed Geto an envelope:

Give this to the sensei and deliver also my polite greetings! He smiled in a slimy way. Geto nodded.

So, now you're here, what would you like to try out? - the bar owner asked smugly.

Beer! - Geto answered in the same way, though his voice was stronger, more powerful. The guests around, all more or less boozy, middle-aged men, and two of those women, laughed at the situation, commenting some encouraging words. People around weren't the moral examples of society anyway. Geto became his beer and two shots from the guys who found it interesting to muck around a young man. Little did they know, he was able to wipe them down with a movement. He drank and left with a dizzy head, not as much as he may needed it to be, to forget though. No, there wasn't forgetting. He wanted to see what will happen next. But never, ever would he tell Satoru, how much pleasure he felt in satisfying him.

Next morning, Satoru showed up late in the dining room, just before class. He wore his sunglasses and a black eye was visible! His face, as pale or grey as the rainy sky outside. Geto was sitting and talking in a cool manner to Shoko, who sat on his lap. His arms were around her. Yu stood next to them, seemingly shy about their leis fair.

Satoru! - Shoko called on him. Geto looked at him almost without expression, which changed the moment he saw the black eye. His quick mind went through all options, but he couldn't accept him, being the responsible one for this jumble.

What happened? - Shoko called on Satoru, who walked by.

Nanami, who stood in the kitchen turned slightly away.

What happened? - Shoko asked again. Yu moved towards the door, but changed his mind and stood there to watch the situation. Nanami and Satoru spoke in low voices, while Nanami handed Satoru a cup of tea, putting breakfast: udon on his tablet. Satoru placed himself with the coolest manner he could always cold-bloodedly produce, at their table, answering to Shoko by pointing at Nanami with his chopsticks: Ask him!

Nanami shook his head: No need you asking. I won't answer. - He turned around to finish the cleaning up. Satoru ate, eyeing Geto pressing Shoko closer to him, whispering something, making her smile.

We also want to hear what's funny! - Satoru barked. His coolness began to leave his aura. Both, Shoko and Geto looked at him.

Nothing! - Geto replied.

What did you do, to provoke our calm angel? - Shoko asked with an easy tone. Satoru grabbed the situation, to change the way he – himself felt and divert it away from his person; he called out on Nanami: Calm Angel, what did I do to you? Hear that!? - He's the black eye! I hit him.

Nanami left, followed by Shoko, who jumped quickly from Geto's lap to shadow on Nanami. Yu remained at the exit, still hesitating to leave, looking a bit nervously.

Gojo pretended to concentrate on his meal. As his bowl was empty, he stuffed a bun in his mouth, in a gracious way. Geto was eyeing his movements with the corner of his eye and he knew that. He also eyed Geto under the black glasses. In a moment, Geto grabbed the genmai cha bottle infront of Gojo leading it to his mouth, taking a sip, pausing to swallow, looking at Satoru's perplexed expression, he licked the top of the bottle, leading it into his mouth, repeatedly. Satoru turned away. Yu left. Geto held the bottle close to his lips, waiting for Satoru to gift him his attention. When he turned back, he managed a cold face and gesture, pointing at the bottle, to be returned to him. Naturally he was ignored. Again, Geto licked the top of the bottle. Next moment, Satoru stood up, hitting the bottle in Geto's mouth. It cut through his flesh, and landed somewhere. Geto jumped up faster than a lightning, in the same time, Satoru flew, jumping over to the counter, sliding the bowl away and racing out of the room. Geto was few steps behind him, reaching out to grab his jacket, when the sensei Yaga appeared out of nowhere, breaking between them, yelling. Satoru went to the classroom with undefined words. Geto was sent to the bathroom to clean his bloody mouth. He spat some blood, washing his face. Shoko already stood at the door. Let me see! - She commanded. He opened up his mouth. It's a scratch! – she said sweetly.

Yep! This fucker. I'll kick his ass later. He put his head on her shoulder. Shoko kissed his ear lightly. - I know what happened to him, the black eye.

What? - Geto asked, still on her shoulder.

Yu told me. Nanami had hit him.

Geto looked at her amazed: Hehehehe!

The strange thing is, Nanami had found him hitting on things and the wall in the isles, and when he tried to intervene or so, Satoru had hit him first, but Nanami had blocked the hit and I don't know how, he punched his eye, accidently. No one knows why Satoru was furious.

Stillness. Geto flattened his uniform jacket, made his hair with a nonchalantly manner and smiled at her narrowed eyes, aiming out the door.

I can smell it's something between the two of you! - Her arrow pierced his insides.

Don't! - he whispered; playing it cool, his voice wasn't as cool as he tried to. Shoko could produce many narrowed eyes expressions, cutting through minds in a magical way. She was a strong, cold, mindful personality. He had always admired her way, even if she had moments of beauty, gentleness and on some days, she even was as sweet as a spring flower, he could not feel anything but a warm, friendly feeling for her. She did not reach his depths or produced any longings within him, like that certain someone, who easily tortured his blood circulation, either freezing it or letting it boil. Exposed between two extremities. Every feeling was extreme, the moment he gave into it, he was covered in goosebumps, ever since he looked into those cursed eyes for the first time, he felt cursed to the bone, to the bottom of his getanden[1], into the depth of his jotanden[2], in the deepness of his last, rotten braincell. A poisonous imprint of a black, cursed, star. Unbearable! His spirit had left him that one time and it was hard to summon it back, it seemed impossible. Being an empty shell was difficult as well. You are as vulnerable as the first inkling, that made its way through the snow, when the spring was approaching. If you are a powerful soul, but letting your spirit, leave your body, you may be targeted by another, powerful spirit, in search of a body shell. All has its celestial order, you may believe, because it's written in the ancient scripts, but aren't we here to break into new paths? There was no one to tell. No one.

In class, the sensei called out on Satoru, sending him unexpectedly away for few days by the end of the lessons, at noon. To Geto's surprise, he felt unwell about Satoru leaving, and them being in a field of loathing. He planned to play it cool and ignore Satoru for the rest of the day, but now, the circumstances had changed, he started to think of a different strategy. They managed to keep their distance, not without some help, of Yu, Nanami and Shoko, standing between them. They were used to it. Geto smiled inside himself, far more often than he showed on the surface.

All happened too fast. When noon approached and Satoru was about to leave, Geto surpassed, the barrier of their friends, who naturally got too bored, playing their safety guards. He had prepared the right words. One look was enough. Satoru showed him his middle finger, accompanied by those sugary words: get lost, weedy. Not the words were hurting, but the very different kind of energy, which hit him that moment unexpectedly, terminating his intentions. He was hoping for something like, Satoru's glee laughter, like he described it. Next thing, Satoru's chair was pulled away with a speedy movement, he landed nosily on the floor, jumping off his feet, grabbing after Geto, who hesitated to run away, because he wanted to grab Satoru's arm, to fight him, like so many times before. In few moments no one could tell, which arm belonged to whom. All four were mingled in a ball of wool. Yu and Nanami joined the party immediately. Shouting like mad gone hooligans all over the place, kicking, dragging, cursing. Shoko, utterly unimpressed by the havoc she had seen before, put her headphones in her ears and lit a cigarette, in the classroom, packing something eatable out. In this phase they were all left by the grace of the Kami Sama, no matter what, she thought. It was Yaga, again, who had to shout louder than the fighting ball of wool, forcing them to stop. Seeing his inability to intervene quickly, he grabbed the next thing possible, a broomstick, hitting some kendo moves, hard on their backs.

October 8, 2022

Geto could recognize the soft knocking on his door, which woke him up. He had fallen asleep, fully dressed. Swiftly moving his body and opening the door, Yu eyed him calmly. Geto nodded at him to come in. Closing the door with his soft manner, Yu stood around, capturing the situation they were in now. The room seemed messier than usual, books and papers were spread on the floor, clothes all over the place; which was unusual, because most of the time he had been in this room, it was more organized and tidier, then all of the other rooms. Shoko had the worst manners, when it came to order in a room. Nanami and Satoru were similar in their sense for order, either their rooms were very tidy or no one was allowed to enter, which suggested – trashy area. Geto emptied a bottle of water, pointing to the surroundings: it was like it was now. He set on his bed, offering Yu the chair before the desk. He accepted.

- Sorry for waking you up.

- No problem. What is it?

Yu hesitated, Geto knew him well, he would need some moments to speak his mind.

- I've noticed, you seem bothered recently; I came to offer you, to hear you out, maybe? - Yu always chose kind words for very profound things. Geto was evaluating the real meaning of bothered, Yu was doing this purposefully, checking the situation out eventually. How much could he have noticed, of what exactly? He felt very uneasy, sleepy as he was, he made a face.

- In which way I seem bothered? - Geto asked to win time, developing a strategy to get rid of Yu quickly. Yu caught his eyes and held them in a steady hold. Yu has the ability to produce so much uneasiness into anyone, if he wanted to. He never spoke openly about his abilities, he could see the energy bodies of people, identifying shadow-fragments and curses over them. As well as cursed energies in books and weapons. It was Geto's assumption about Yu's concealed powers, he believed Yu could influence energies and curses. Geto became these ideas by observing Yu simply, especially when they were extinguishing curses to practice. Even as a quiet, skilled fighter, he could dive deep in darkness, in a ninja manner.

- You look worried. - Yu said.

What a surprising answer, implying: let's keep it calm and I'll pull the words out of your mouth one by one.

- I worry! – Geto answered. Let's take the shortcut, Geto sensed it's better to be honest. Or play it. His mind had produced the script and he was prepared to deliver. Not even ten seconds had passed.

- Why not tell him how you feel?

A thunder stroke in the distance, far away, echoing … Geto didn't notice a lightning. Now what?

Telling him I worry? I need air! - Geto thought. Yu was too straight forward. How did he feel about that: angry because he was exposed; humiliated and annoyed or hopeful to be able to speak out his disturbance? Hmm, not tonight.

-Tell him, you like him! - Yu answered again too quickly, too directly, pouring oil into the fire.

- Sing a love song? You're making fun of me, go away, I have things to do! – Geto placed himself on his bed turning his back on Yu.

No sounds.

- I see. – Yu commented with a calm, clear voice.

Some time passed by, without any further noises. No movements. What was the best strategy to get him out without offense. Impossible.

- Your encounters, affect us all, besides, he may be eager to hear that.

- Why don't you fuck off?

- Why don't you, fuck? - The audible noises suggested: Yu stood up to leave.

- Not with you!

Silence.

-I'm sorry. You've been too insisting, if you believe it's helpful, I must say, it's not, find someone else to teach how to live their lives, if this is what you like to achieve. - Geto knew he was talking nonsense out of impatience, while mastering a new strategy to get rid of Yu without being too rude. Or give himself away so effortlessly.

- Your combats are interrupting the flow of your strength, which influences us as a unit, we could be more productive, stronger together. I see the bonds between you. The bond of faith is wrapped all around you.

- Who thought you that?

- My grandma!

- Tell her: Big Time! Great Thanks for that! - Geto sounded overly sarcastic.

- She's dead, but sometimes she visits, I will tell her.

Geto stood up, stepping close to Yu.

- I have to do something; I've heard you. Let me think about all of that! Be sure, I have our unit in my mind of interest, all the time! - By saying this, Geto opened up the door for Yu. His eyes moved to the book on the bed; Geto understood, he had seen the cursed energy of the old book. The conversation wasn't over, obviously. But not tonight.

- I wanted you to know that; because… Yu left without finishing his sentence.

Geto opened up the window, considering to climb down and run through the rain; but the heaviness of his tired body was stronger than the heat of his spirit, which drove him constantly to movements. He fell on the bed, kicking the acknowledged book aside; for a moment he thought, throwing the ancient scripts out the window; pointless action, it would fall on the yard of the college, which thought their scholars how to exorcise curses, anyone who would pick it up, would hand it over to Yaga, or keep it for themselves and … if weak, die.

The following day, Yu asked Geto what souvenir he would like to receive? Geto answered: something sweet, because he might share with Satoru, when the special grade jujutsushi Yuki Tsukumo appeared and asked them what kind of girls they would prefer. Subsequently Yu left to prepare for his trip, while Geto had a stimulating conversation with her … / JJK Manga 9th booklet;

Geto flew along the dike, considering these unpleasant memories which popped up in his consciousness, maybe because he had fainted while running home after training, again, or maybe of nostalgia, plus the subdued feelings which recurred at some point while he was running that path. The tragic ending of the situation; Satoru, who had returned quite exhausted, to almost burst with anger and grief about the loss of their good friend, the nicest guy in the jujutsu world they knew: Yu Haibara.

To Geto, Yu's death, had an immensity of its own depth. He couldn't move his thoughts and feelings over their unfinished conversation. The pain he felt, drained him greatly. The most grotesque fact was, he and Satoru, overcame their clash the very moment, they heard of Yu's death.

Once and for all.

Nanami's despair wasn't to be described, as they were best friends, complementing each other in every way: a fierce combat duo, to him, Yu was a good-hearted friend and the only one in their grade.

Geto raced as much as he could. Though it was still raining, his clothes were almost dry, because of the inner heat. Heading towards the train bridge, he saw a movement near the rails. Promptly he stopped to look up. A train had just passed by. A figure was skillfully climbing over the railing, heading fast towards. Satoru. Why was he appearing? Should he turn around and run away, what's the point in it all right now? Geto decided to face him.

T-that excitement was already aroused whether he wanted or not, he liked seeing Satoru unexpectedly. One jump and Gojo appeared in the middle of the road, before him. He wore the black uniform jacket and his dark glasses as usual. Just his hair had center parted by the rain. He spoke first with a friendly, casual voice:

-I wanted to bring you an umbrella.

Geto: suppress the smile, suppress the smile. Hope he won't hear my heartbeat; ah I was running, I'm safe, my hot face, my fast breath, all because I ran; that's the reason!

No umbrella; he's up to something, this prankster. Geto gestured "where is it".

They looked at each other for some time. Satoru analyzing subtly his appearance: mud splatter, grass… what's the point in pretending now. Stop the scanning.

-Is there a pizza under that umbrella?

Satoru's eyes sparkled. The next moment he changes his expression, looking awkwardly.

– Sorry… ate it. – he replied in a low voice.

Geto gestured: Whatever.

-Thanks! - Geto answered. - Should I take your arm, or carry it?

Satoru's answer was: to turn around and walk towards the bridge, where he stopped and stood.

The air was humid and warm from the late summer rain.

- Did you lose weight again? - Satoru asked casually.

- Maybe.

- The rain may continue, let's ride back?

- I'd rather run.

They ran towards the city, alongside winding streets with cozy houses and tiny shops. Despite their speed, they easily avoided to collide with the sea of umbrellas. Satoru pulled Geto's arm aside on a crosswalk, next to the entrance into the Shinjuko Park[3], dragging him through the alleys. They stopped at the amiable and peaceful Kumano Shinjuko Shrine, where time stood still. The contrasting skyscrapers, overhanging behind the shrine, didn't inhibit the sacredness of the place. Because of the rain, not many were walking around. Inevitably the range, they entered, was much calmer and clearer of curses. None of them could enter the sacred area. This place was extraordinary guarded by its powerful Kami. Satoru stopped at the temizuya, to wash hands. Geto followed him. After cleansing, Satoru dropped a go-en (five-yen coin) for luck, into the saisen-bako (offertory-box). He stood still with a serious expression. Geto rang the bell, fold his hands to pray for whatever he wished for, sensing Satoru's eyes on him. They finished their prayers with the two bows, two handclaps and one bow. When Satoru's stomach growled, they were brought back into the worldly reality of hungry young men.

- I'm starving. – Geto said.

- I know a good place nearby.

Geto stood with a low-spirited expression infront of a very inviting Italian restaurant. The mouth-watering aroma of delicious foods had spread out on the narrow street. Satoru was eager to jump inside, but for some extraterrestrial reason he turned towards Geto:

- Let's find a classic one. – He already pulled Geto, grabbing his sleeve for the third time this past 2 hours they've been on the way. Geto beamed inside. Not only about the Japanese food.

They walked back, near the large park of Shinjuku, where some narrow side streets, disguised some Japanese restaurants. A slim, ally of Gingko trees brought them to a hidden old-style building. Again, delicious food-aroma spread outside through the open doors, they stood infront of a restaurant in a ryokan inn. Gojo eyed Geto, under his glasses. Geto nodded. When they entered, and were kindly greeted by a thin, sweet lady, dressed in a colorful yukata, she remarked kindly they were the first guests this rainy evening. They discerned the meaning of her words. After all, even as good-looking young men, wearing some uniform jackets, they presented a suspicious appearance: untidy, red faced and smelling. Both felt the uneasiness.

A sporty young man in a dark jinbei, appeared infront of them, bowing lightly. They bowed in return.

-Welcome, we offer you dinner, provided, you change your clothes. We have rooms and clothes. Do the fellows would like to stay?

They looked at each other questioning almost everything in this extraterrestrial situation. One thing was clear for both: the immense hunger. Geto was ready to sign with his blood if needed for some food.

-Please, lead the way. We are lucky to find this adorable accommodation. You are offering everything we were looking for; do you serve in the room as well? Is there an onsen?

- I must disappoint the young master, we don't have an onsen, but a very spacious bathrooms, we renovated shortly and built in the newest design. We may serve the food in your room as you wish. – He bowed again, opening the door to a spacious room, lit with golden lights of two identical paper lamps.

- The cloths are in the wardrobe, as well as the bedding. My wife will come shortly to ask for your decision on where to dine. – He left after a bow. Finally, they could let the stowed laughter out.

-You have any money? - Gojo asked. Geto opened his mouth and closed it.

- Satoru! You took all this with idleness and ask me now how to pay the luxury? Idiot!

- Aaaah! I have money. - Satoru sighed.

- Me too.

Satoru began to undress.

- I'm first in the bathroom.

Geto stretched out on the floor, taking his wet socks off, casting the ball of them in the corner. Satoru kicked them back on him.

-Where do you want to eat, baka? – Geto replied, kicking the socks into the other corner.

- If we stay here, we won't need to dress up, I mean, I won't need to wear cloths of strangers… so.

- But wearing the muddy things isn't good either.

Sigh!

- Hurry up I want to shower too.

- Let's eat here, Sug! - His voice came out of the bathroom. The little knocking on the door interrupted their productiveness. Geto answered, they would like to eat a lot and asked kindly to eat in their room. The woman smiled sweetly, pointing at the table, that needed to be prepared.

- O, yes, but we could do this too. Please bring us sake and beer too. - He towered over her, to project his maturity, so she wouldn't question their age. Merely his over starved brain forgot their traitorous outfit. She smiled sweetly. When she left, Geto approached the bathroom door.

- She smiled at me, when I ordered beer and sake, guess we're unlucky. What did you pray for at the shrine? Did you forget the sake and the beer?

- I was sure you would guarantee for them.

Silence.

- Suguru, - the voice came under some splashing waters; - come in, we could save time and be ready when the food arrives. This track had a Satoruic continuation:

- Here is enough space for both of us, it's really spacious, here's so much space and its quite wide, everyone has its area…

- Thank you. - Geto joined within twenty seconds.

- O! ◕ヮ◕

- A slap ( ͡° ͜ ͡° )╭∩╮?

One set of jinbei was black, with some white embroidery of flowers, the other was just blue, naturally targeted by both. The faster one would…

Geto was wearing the blue one. Satoru's long fingers touched softly over the embroidery and praised the art of handcraft.

This song went something like that:

Its silk, some silky threads, skillfully embroidered, for many hours, while sitting dutifully, with some tiny macha cup, taking in small sips, in a house, similar to this one, by a little, soft, white hand of a beautiful maid. She sang while sewing, thinking of her lover, who was fishing out in the stormy seas, she worried and embodied her gentle feelings into the white flowers… will he return safely to tender her with his strength…

-It's made in China! (ーー;)

(ーー;)

But… - Geto was expecting this. Where was the promised food and the beer?

And it went something like this:

But… in China, there are similar maidens, and maybe even fishermen, in the countryside, who are more traditional, then the industrial boom in Shanghai or…

A knock on the door, announced the salvation, let the Kami Sama be answering their prayers. Delicious food, and Beer, jugs with sake! Grateful to the core! One part of their wish was fulfilled. The bowls of miso soup, kitsune-soba for Geto, tororo- soba for Gojo, tempura vegetables and prawns, fried beef, tamagoyaki, rice and of course four portions of a variety of wagashi, (sweets). They very much enjoyed the banquet, especially the beer and sake. Gojo drank one cane of Asahi, while Geto drank two and few of the tiny cups ozeki sake. His tries to win Gojo for a sake were ignored, or better said, replaced by the sweets, which he ate together with the main dishes. Geto pointed at him, grinning. He answered by raising his hand, stuffing beef and mochi to his delight. When the win-win situation was over, Geto proceed to the reception, to ask kindly for more sake. Some more guests set around, eyeing him with the corner of their eyes. Whatever he wore, his face couldn't be overlooked, nor his height as well his strong presence. Even if he would walk noiselessly, his vibes would make people turn around to see what's moving the air, a cool breeze, a sunbeam, or? The lady of the house, brought one more cane, when she hurried to clean up the table, Geto lend her a hand, helping her carry some pottery with a bright smile.

To his surprise Satoru was smoking on the veranda, since he didn't close the middle door, the smoke was spreading in the room. Geto closed the door loudly, kicking Satoru's leg, while lighting a cigarette himself.

- Un-considering, Satoru! The room is full of smoke.

- So?

Geto shook his head, letting his hair down, shaking it off, touching through it.. Satoru's eyes brightened up.

- I should have washed my hair.

- Feel free … Satoru pointed towards the bathroom.

Geto smoked silently, inhaling the peaceful evening, the roughness of the curses seemed far away. Was it ever this beautiful and peaceful, maybe it was the first time in his sensible life. They looked upon the greens and bushes of the backyard, the garden lamps went on, giving the surroundings cozier atmosphere.

- I like the lights on the lilies.

- Ha?

- Those white flowers there, are lilies. - Geto pointed at the flowers among the bushes. Lit by the lamps, amidst the twilight, they appeared, silvery and golden.

- So fragile. - Satoru said. Geto expected a rain shower of comments, but they stood out. Geto took one step closer to Satoru, leaning his head casually towards him, his hair moved, touching Satoru's shoulder. Again, his eyes grew wider. He refrained from breathing. The ash of his cigarette dropped. Swiftly Gojo went inside the room walking around. Geto stood at the entrance. His silhouette edged by the low, yellow lights outside, his face was hardly recognizable, was he smiling?

- Satoru, … wanna fuck?

Open door, outside some noises… enough that makes you go crazy. Satoru approached swiftly, holding his eyes in a steady gaze, one of a kind.

- Humiliating! - he said into Geto's face.

- No. - neutrally cool.

Instead of talking, Satoru kept gazing at him. Geto turned away, sinking his head.

-Sorry. - after a long pause, he added: I am sorry, about… that time.

Silence.

-I like you. - Geto stated trying to sound cool, but he didn't sound the way he aimed it to be.

- You … like… me? You don't like yourself; how can you possibly like me? I mean… you… you …

- What?! What, what… I? - Geto dropped the cool. Satoru pointed at him:

- I know you absorb curses; you're full of that; Damn! I know you pass out; I know you read too much bullshit!

- So what? I am strong and by doing so, every day I AM BECOMING STRONGER! We have to be it! How would I?

-What!? You would what?!

- Protect you?

- Me! …? As if?!

- You, … you run around, brainless!

- I may appear this way, but I'm not!

- Humor me, since the Zenin clown, pierced you, how often? 3 times? You died, … you prankster!

- Sug, let's smoke! Let's forget; You've seen my actual skills, I also train my abilities…

- Yea, better to not ruin the only time we have.

They smoked in silence. When the half of the cigarette was burnt, Geto leaned his head on Satoru's shoulder, just like that. Satoru's hand was already in his hair. He leaned his head on Geto's, continuing to touch his hair, inhaling it, placing subtle kisses onto it.

- Let's fuck, Satoru, if we start now, we could do it few times and still get some sleep.

- You developed a strategy?

- Yea, but I wanna hear you out, I want to do what you wish. So?

- Aaah! - Satoru chuckled. - Then, what's your plan? Let me hear it…

- I let you fuck me first, then I'll fuck you, then we can repeat it, the way we wish it.

- How romantic!

- Ah? You… we had a shower and a nice dinner... What more?!

- Shut the fuck up, Suguru!

- I mean it, I like you, I want this really …. Geto's voice changed into a melodic tone, he was aiming for the obvious slay. Satoru pulled him to his body, holding his hair firmly, his lips found Geto's, his tongue aimed inside, uncompromising, tasting the sweetness of Geto's lips and tongue. To him, he tasted same as the sweets he craved. The softness of a kikufuku mochi, this was Geto's tongue, the softness of his mouth, the saliva, the teeth, everything he felt circling his tongue around, was more than sweet, it was a bitter-sweet desire to dissolve into this mouth. Satoru stated Geto's taste as the most unique of all sweets he had eaten so far. He didn't let go until Geto repeated the tongue movements himself, until his roughness, of clashing his teeth into his, turned into a soft kissing and sucking of tongues. Geto dived so deeply in this experience, licking passionately Satoru's lips and sucking his tongue, his head went spinning and he fainted for some seconds. Satoru felt the passing, hugging him close: - - Stay with me! –

Geto responded: I want to.

After laying out the futons and the bedding, Geto dropped the two jinbei pieces, placing his beautiful, naked body on the blankets. Openly erect. Satoru kneeling before him, touching his thighs, gently but firmly, stroking upwards, cautiously touching his penis, bowing down, licking the top of his member. Geto watched in awe, stunned by the gentleness and smooth care of the one he adored desperately. The soft tongue thrilled his rough senses, turning them into softness. Being sucked by this angel, he lost his coldness in a hopeless deliverance. Satoru stopped, looking at him with a smile, unsure how to proceed. Geto moved upwards, pushing him down, leaning over Satoru's marvelous body, smoothly kissing his neck, inhaling his scent, licking downwards with a sharp, wet tongue, touching his nipples, licking them until they hardened and turned red by his sharp tongue. His hand smoothly touching Satoru's penis, letting him moan out of breath. Geto took him in his mouth, more gently, than the first time, few months ago, additionally moving his hand smoothly while sucking him. Satoru himself, gave in into this pleasure too fast, he reached his peak just so. Geto sensed him coming, and was eager to see this happen. Satoru moaned loudly, letting it out. Geto swallowed, grinning about the stunned expression of the diamond blue eyes. This face he won't forget. Ever.

-Compared to curses, this is the best one I ever had! - He said sweetly. Satoru smiled. His intimate area was wetted and soft. Geto touched the space between, pushing one finger inside, very slowly. Satoru relaxed his muscles, letting it in. Another finger joined soon after. Touching the soft entrance, moving his fingers inside. Satoru closed his eyes, letting the new feeling of excite longing grow inside him. Geto kept moving for some time; he kindly whispered:

- Turn around, let me do it; he pulled his fingers out. - Satoru followed. The most beautiful body, skin of pale marble, was within his reach, tamely bending down and opening up. The entrance was wet and soft of the sperm, which had dropped, when he ejaculated few moments before. Geto's hand stroke the marble butt, caressing the soft skin, touching again the entrance, pushing again his two fingers, to make sure, he won't hurt the one he adored so much, it ached his heart, even now, in the moment of bliss. However, his next movement, brought inevitable pain. Geto pushed his penis straight forward, pushing as deep as he could, pulling and pushing. Satoru moaned by the pain and held his breath. Geto continued to move. His senses were indescribably vivid. A strong energy of fire built up inside him, spreading all over his body, infiltrating his mind to craziness. He continued, eyeing the body before him, the silvery blond hair, the mixed-up moans of them both, drove him crazy. He felt himself losing to this, losing to him, to creation of life, to reason for existence. The next toss killed him, he died, letting it out, inside Satoru, sinking his body in defeat and ceaseless pleasure. He placed himself next to Satoru, watching him, unaware of his own expression. Satoru watched him with such goodness, he never had seen in any living being. Geto replied to it with two tears running down his face, tears he had subdued for ages. He wasn't the crying type, but this moment of grace overwhelmed his mind, silencing him. Satoru brushed one tear away with the top of his long finger, touching gently his cheek, moving his hand to mingle it into his hair. He leaned over to kiss the one and only, he ever felt closer, then anyone else, ever. He kissed his eyelashes up to his hair, down to his soft, red mouth. They kissed long, with new desire inflaming within them. Satoru turned Geto over, pressing his body over him, grabbing his butt and his hair, kissing deeply, braver, desiring to take the pleasure of this moment all in.

Geto lead Satoru's hand from his hair, to his face and lips, taking the forefinger and the middle finger in his mouth, moistening them. Satoru, kneeling before, pushed the fingers, firmly one after the other, almost simultaneously, letting Geto moan of pain and pleasure, instantaneously. He had opened up, lying before him, his obsidian eyes showed calmness and desire, he couldn't await to feel Satoru inside himself, the nearest closure he desired. Satoru moved his fingers, faster, pleasuring Geto already, sensing his own pleasure growing too fast, he bent over, pulling Geto's legs wider.

- I should turn around? – Geto asked in a low voice.

- Let me see your face, please.

Yearn.

Satoru pulled his fingers out, to immediately aim through the softened entrance, inside Geto's butt, pushing unintentionally too hard, causing Geto to almost cry out. Instantly Satoru pulled out. Geto turned aside, laughing through the pain. He turned around and bend before Satoru:

- Come on! It's easier this way, we can try it afterwards again. - Satoru's hands moved over his butt, stroking gently, he pushed his penis again inside Geto, a little slower. When he started to move more easier, he grabbed Geto's hair, making him moan for more.

-Deeper, Satoru! - those words were hardly perceived, thrilling his aroused senses to such a painful desire to let it out. The muscular, slim body, of his one and only, smelled of a garden, it has never appeared so soft before him, he wanted it, feeling this close to him, the crazy one, drove him to insanity. Was it even real?! Was Geto letting him, this close, was he really inside him, feeling the soft warmness of his innards, filling him up with himself, leaving his marks inside, forever, this was, what he wanted. The blast of senses and his thoughts killed him for-real. With the next four thrusts, he let it out in an outburst like never before. Filling up Suguru, with himself.

October 16, 2022

Overwhelmed he pressed his hot body on Geto's, whispering in his ears: You're my one and only. Some undefined word was muttered as a reply. Was he silenced for once in his lifetime? One could not possibly let him fuck oneself, to silence his needs to express his feelings or soul - conditions by talking like a running river.

Damn, this body burns up, too soon, again, under Satoru's body, the lust arose instantly. Maybe kick him away to cool down, before the second round.

- How about a cool shower? - Geto suggested politely, lifting his upper body to move Satoru aside. He naturally rolled down, stretching up delightfully, like a large, white cat. Unfortunately, he fixed Geto's gaze with his sweet, boyish stare. This expression, was the most - innocent he would ever see in his friend's face, till the end of his life. Pure innocence, though just taken away, by bodily violence, his soul celebrated this situation. Who would resist?! Geto kissed his lips, by pressing his, to leave his mark on them. One second, he considered to kiss his forehead, and changed his action quickly, it might have caused some disturbance of the erotic.

- Yes, let's shower, some water would be good to clean up, we should smell fresh, and not dirty the sheets too much, it would be embarrassing to know, the houseworkers would see our semen dried up on the pretty sheets. They would know we're not just friends. They would know, ah, I would give them false names and pay cash, I hope the money I have would be enough, but you've said, you have some money too, so if it's not enough, you would help me out. I'll return you the amount, once we're back tomorrow. - Geto kissed him again, barely managing to refrain from laughing. A perplexed Satoru bent his head to one side. Geto kept kissing, stuffing his tongue inside Satoru's mouth, sucking, smacking, smiling. The kiss was returned greatly. Noticing Geto's erect body, the heat his body emanated, the pressure in his hands, who held his face and shoulders. Satoru's insides caught the same fire, letting him respond with accessibility. In few seconds, Geto's penis hit his entrance, two, three, four times, he slid inside, thrusting slow but steady. Satoru moaned heavily. Every slow movement went deeper and deeper. A vibrant spot in an unknown area, was hit, sending an electricity shock all over him, and out of his body to the voids. He believed this spot existed only in his mind, an imaginary sanctuary. Not so when it was hit again. And again.

Sug! - When Satoru whispered his Name, Geto lost his mind, exploding on the spot. He rolled aside, trying to catch his breath and summon his spirit back from Satoru's void. The next moment he fell asleep. Satoru waited for some time, watching the most peaceful Suguru imaginable, and proceeded leisurely to take a cleansing shower. When returning, he pulled the sheets, covering Geto and himself. Laying on his back, he couldn't close his eyes, watching the sweet face next to him, pleasured him in a one-of-a-kind way, unknown to him or anybody, ever. Geto's usual mischievous or tough expression had turned into a calm and handsome face, of dignity and bravery. Especially his chin and nose were elegantly shaped, he always looked like a foreigner, so far-off. This exquisite face, was surrounded by dark, silky bangs and hair strings, he loved to touch. He would leave the lamp on, to observe just for a little while.

- You smell fresh, Satoru. - Some unexpected comment chilled his soul. Geto continued to sleep, turning around to lay on one site. Satoru moved closer to him, inhaling the scent of the one and only, he adored too seriously, but also too irresponsibly.

Since they were living on the edge of fatality, what is there to be delayed or not make happen? Life wasn't guaranteed. So many had died last year … and … this year. Most ordinary people didn't understand death. Merely those who died, understood it. They revere the value of living like no other.

Waking up to an empty space, after falling asleep to the one you want to, is such a thing. Where's Sug? - A sleepy Gojo walked towards the bathroom; empty. No sounds around. He walked to the veranda, the sliding door was maybe a millimeter open, the sun had risen already, hiding somewhere behind the buildings, it was not even seven. The early morning colours of sky shone in a pale blues and pinks, birds were twittering, some distant cars of a busy street contrasting the soft air of the garden. This peaceful situation filled up his senses, mostly because: there he sat in a graceful meditation, near the left ending of the long veranda, next to the bushes and the lilies. Gojo walked back inside. He noticed, Geto had cooked tea already, by the tea cup on the table. Gojo poured new water into the water heater, to cook fresh tea. The beautifully ornamented wooden tea box offered, coffee as well and some variety of teas.

- Coffee please! - Geto walked in. - Good morning!

- Morning, coffee then! What about breakfast? - Gojo asked.

- Ordering! - Geto walked out to organize the much necessary food.

When he returned, he drank his coffee too quickly, eager for to take a shower too, before the food arrived. This house knows how to treat their guests, giving them the comfort of cherished family by plenty of quality foods and cozy contentment, Geto thought. The breakfast, was half traditional: rice, grilled salmon, steamed vegetables in soy sauce and the other half: some European delis, like croissants, scrambled egg, orange juice, crepe and baguettes with varieties of ham and cheese.

After the celebration of this kingly breakfast, Satoru stretched out on the floor happily satisfied, holding a monolog about the food choices, especially the chocolate cream. Luckily, he didn't add jam into the soy sauce this time…

-Satoru, how about staying another night?

Immediately Gojo came up to sit with a smile on his face:

- Really? Are you serious? Do you really mean that? - Geto made a face: half annoyed, half bored, haft the Getoish - terminating stare.

- We could go watch the fireworks tonight, and let's buy some clothes when the stores open. And until then, we can fuck the way you want to. Satoru stood up, faster than a lightning:

- I'll go to the reception. - He was almost out the door.

- No need!

Gojo turned around in awe.

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Geto shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing special. Satoru looked around:

- So then ... the stores open in three hours … He pointed three fingers at Geto, who smiled in return, shaking his head in disbelieve or not really, he suspected, Satoru would have a natural talent for sex practices. He rose up to face Satoru, radiating a kind of tameness, though it was hard to suppress his smile over the excitement to what was about to happen. Satoru pulled him in a strong hold, for minutes he didn't let go. His hand buried in Geto's hair, the other, gliding all over his body, touching every bit of muscle, soft skin, rough skin, pulling his nipples, turning them hard; his lips almost in Geto's ears, his breath in closest proximity. The hand stroke Geto's member with gentle persistence, making him moan for more. The fingers wandered to his entrance, slowly gliding inside, moving with equal persistence. He went down to take him in his mouth, caressing, snuggling, fingers and tongue, unbounded indulgence. Geto let loose within seconds with a strong moan. He was almost out of breath, leaning his forehead on Satoru's shoulder:

- I want to make you come. Actually, I want to swallow you if I could; - he smiled.

- But then I'm gone, who will then do it with you?

-I'll be satisfied with you inside me, so no need for anyone else.

- Grotesque imagination! I prefer it this way, because I… - Satoru caught himself on time.

- Because you? - Naturally Geto would pressure him. His dominance to make anyone talk, things they would never dare to, was one of a kind. Sometimes he overdoes it.

- I'd rather have you this way. - Satoru answered, his lips finding Geto's, sinking inside him to taste his weakness to the point of no return. He pushed Geto at the Wall, lifting his leg, to open the space, to enter him right away. His intimate area was soft and wetted, by the sperm, he had just released, which made the gliding easy. Satoru thrusted eagerly, in an energetic way. The pleasured face of his friend, pleasured him, too quickly, he exploded within seconds with a loud moan.

- I… I … need this one more time; Satoru continued to move…

- Go on! - Geto managed to speak just two words, the energetic thrusts he received were dynamic springs of life, he thought he might have been connected to a power station. This power came from the universe, precisely it meant: it was infinite. Both moaned in pleasure, running more and more out of breath, but not of stamina. Satoru loved to see his friend being pleasured by him to such extent, that he lost his common sense again and again, exploding in a louder voice, letting them both laugh about that. The mess went dripping down Geto's legs, dropping on the floor; more reason to laugh about.

- Are you satisfied? – Geto asked. Satoru kissed him, moving some of his bangs behind his ear.

- Yes, I could eat something sweet now. - he gave him a meaningful look.

- We could go now to have crêpe, let me shower quickly the mess away. Satoru nodded:

- Me too.

Geto stopped him with his Getoish- commander expression.

-Not a good Idea, we'll end up fucking and you won't have your crêpe for some time. He moved too fast, locking up the bathroom.

- I can move through walls!

- Yea, but you pay for the wall.

After enjoying five stuffed with all kinds of sweet varieties, crepes, they proceed to the department store to buy some clothes. Walking around in their unclean uniform, wasn't that enjoyable right now, it didn't support the vacation day, they reveled into. Both of them were in an elated state of mind, they chose to ignore few vile curses, hovering in the corners of the streets, behind some individuals or even the slimy one in the department store.

- Purge? - Satoru asked his opinion.

- No, I would say, text Yaga to send someone, it's not a demon's work.

Satoru texted. Both tried some soft chinos, joggers and jeans on, stuffing all of them in the fitting room. The grey soft chino, looked and felt as comfy as a jogger, both decided to take one, but different colours. Geto suggested Satoru takes the navy one, while he would pick the dark grey. First, Satoru unpacked the CK underwear, a sixpack of black, grey and white ones, they both eagerly changed into, stuffing the worn away, at the bottom of the bag. New socks, T-Shirts, and shirts. Satoru was made to choose a baby-blue, while Geto ran for the standard white one, no objections. Despite it was an act of stupidity, they both insisted on buying the same black short sleeved shirt. Looking at each other in an easy to deal with way, in the fitting room, an untrustworthy smile appeared on Geto's lips, flashing also through his eyes. Satoru couldn't resist to not smile back. He thought the same. But he had some objections.

-Let me! - Geto insisted. Both laughed.

- Come on, that's a good opportunity, who knows when will the next time be? Let me…

- But we just put the new things on!

-I'll swallow every drop. Let me! - Satoru didn't answer, but kissed him passionately, it became a long, insisting kiss. When Geto was released, he was burning with desire.

Satoru went down, pulling the new pants down:

- Since it's your special wish, I will swallow every drop. - Pointing at him, in a way, he had seen some times before, but in a very different context, he didn't even try to protest. Satoru was a power station and a natural leader. The anyway erect Geto, was easily done, sucked with attentiveness and pleasure, he was sent straight to the moon orbit to do whatever he felt to.

- Next time, I want a real fuck!

Satoru stopped suddenly in the middle of the street, making a face under his black glasses.

-You mean, this wasn't real?

- Oh, mmm, no, it was real, I loved it; I mean your dick in my ass! - Geto, a master in countering.

They both laughed.

-You'll have this when we return.

- I want to return now!

- Now I'm hungry. Let's eat first.

- How about this Italian, you showed me yesterday?

- Really? You would? Really? You're not just making fun of me? Eh?

- Of course! I want to please you, to keep you satisfied in every possible way. Why even ask?

- I want the same for you, too.

-Then …

While waiting for the meal in the restaurant, some song situation emerged naturally:

-I think it's a great idea, this additional vacation day, even if it's Saturday, I see it as a special day to us, we are in this kind of … whatever, we are now, this way, so we have to be like … we are, most of the time, so I don't mind if they condemn us or, I don't care at all! We're good, we bought the same shirts, even if you don't like the idea of buying friendship rings, or bracelets or pins ...

Exhale! Why is Pellegrino not a wine sort? (-_-;)

Satoru continued while stuffing bread in his sugary mouth, few crumbs aren't a silencing obstacle:

I think it's a great idea, this additional vacation day! And the fireworks, it's cool! Can't wait to eat the candies there: a candy apple, many kikufuku mochis, soft ice cream and a dango; oh, but last year we went with Shoko, but I don't think we should ask her this evening. - He stopped suddenly, looking sheepishly. Geto leaned toward him in expectation of the continuation of this. Some time passed.

-What's with you? - Geto asked, unprepared for what was to come from who knows where.

- Don't kiss her anymore! And don't kiss anyone! And don't fuck with anyone else!

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The fireworks exploded over the shores of Yokohama in a most amazing splendor imaginable. The summer hanabi tradition, kept for many years, wasn't just a ritual to help souls ascend or cast the evil spirits away, exploding loudly with their diverse colours and loudest rumblings. During those summer nights, lovers were bond to one another. Many hands found themselves holding, countless lips sealed kissed, hearts swore their faithful dedication.

Satoru stood in a powerful manner, like a marvelous statue, carved by a skillful renaissance sculptor, made to endure through the ages. Geto lost his senses watching him, more than the beautiful fireballs explosions before them. The back of their hands touching lightly. His lips were red from the candies he ate with devotion. Geto imagined licking them to his heart content, once they returned back. Their last night of vacation, but certainly not their last night of sleeping with each other. Sadness spread inside his heart, for no reason, spreading its wings like a shadowy bird, emerging from some unknown depths. Could it fly away or was it flightless. He didn't know, why he felt the fear of losing so suddenly, during this spectacle of fireworks. He should be happy, fulfilled, satisfied. But what was it? The voice in the shadowy parts of his soul, pulled him to some wasted lands. What about Love?

- Satoru. - Geto whispered – he didn't react.

- Satoru… if something happens to me…

Gojo looked at him openly to hear him out.

-If something bad happens to me, I want to you to promise me one thing!

Gojo changed his expression into a worrisome one. Unexpected the way Suguru talked just so.

-I want you, to end me.

Satoru looked at him without showing any emotion, not moving, not breathing, he simply nodded. Suguru looked at the fireworks smiling with relief.

Satoru's hot lips tasted as imagined, of candy, of sugar, of breath, of a reason to stay awake through the night. Geto licked his nipples, caressing the scars on his chest, touching his penis firmly. Gojo's hands were already inside him, gliding, softening, opening him up, desiring to enter him to the closest and leave his marks. His long fingers did their magic with his body in a way, he couldn't have imagined, even if he dreamed of this so often, the reality of it all surpassed his imagination. Geto sat on Satoru's lap, lifting his muscular, exquisite body, letting Satoru's hands hold his butt, to slowly glide inside. Geto moved him in a way like soft ocean waves, pleasuring him, more and more. Satoru stared at the beautiful face, which turned serener and softer; he lost his mind watching Geto over him. Suguru, himself was the jujutsu; Satoru held his breath in awe. Geto changed his movement suddenly, leaning closer to his chest, his hair spread on Satoru's face and shoulders. Geto's eyes fixed him, he dived into them, he was telling him something, what was it, his soul opened up to hear him out, a violet flame appeared within Geto's eyes, again and again, with every thrust, with every movement with every moan. Satoru's hand went on Geto's penis, caressing him firmly. They found their song naturally, reaching the gates of heaven simultaneously. Losing to pleasure and pain, the pearl and gem of full satisfaction. Satoru leaned back, finding his breath. Geto remained onto his lap, striking his hair away. Gojo watched him full of sweetness. Until a strange thought crosse his mind. Unwelcomed.

-Sug, what's the reason of telling me, if something happens to you …

Suguru didn't react, he kept taming his hair, touching Satoru's chest.

Nothing.

-Sug? - some lit, azure blue eyes blinking at him; - unfair, this murky schemer. Geto began to move again, he felt, Satoru was still hard inside him. Slowly the pleasure reverted. Even if it hurt, as they had done it, maybe eight times this day and some times of yesterday. No escape, he sensed it already. Geto smiled, for he was also a master of influence and secretness.

- If I … become … bad, end me… - Geto moved faster, while saying those insignificant words. Satoru moved up, pulling him in a strong hold. Not letting him move. He was that strong.

- You are as strong as me, Suguru, you are more considerate as me, I need you with me.

Geto shook his head lightly.

- What do you mean, Sug? - Satoru's soft voice, became cold, icing through Geto's mind, but not reaching his soul, as it was well hidden, he assumed.

- Tell me!

- Let me, I will tell you! - Satoru let lose. Geto began to move again, increasing the desire of them both. Leading away from their rough encounter. Satoru enjoyed the game, trusting his friend fully. The desire grew within, but the words didn't come. Satoru, holding Geto steady, turned him around, pressing his body over him.

- Say it, Sug! – the response was a deep breath, caused by the unexpected movement and a vague smile.

-If you don't tell me, I'll fuck you so hard, you will pray for telling me instead. Geto's violet flame flashed through his eyes. He was thrilled like never before. This kind of using power was exquisite. He dared to challenge Satoru and he did. Satoru towered over him, grabbing his hair, he thrusted hard and fast.

- Tell, me, Sug! I want to hear it! Every word was shoved inside him.

- I… love…

Satoru froze…

- Go on!

Stillness.

-Go on!

Nothing!

-I love … what you're doing, you're hitting some spot inside me.

- SUGURU! - Gojo began to thrust the way his friend wanted, making Geto moan more and more heavily. Satoru moved too fast, too deep, they both reached their peaks simultaneously, transferring into some distant galaxy, everything around them went dark; they both fell asleep on the spot.

No worldly human could understand the exchange that happened between them. The places their souls dwelt weren't to be reached by everyone, but only some may see the graceful plains of the jujutsushi.

The last time I talked to Nanamin for a long time.

Nanami is powerful. He's skilled and powerful. The fast moves he performed, after I showed him the basic kendo strikes. It seems he's eager to continue. I hope sincerely he would stay.

Geto had taken Nanami for a training unit at his place. He's been seeking out this Dojo place for the past three years, since he moved to Tokyo, being scouted by Yaga. He left his parents' house in the mountainy backyards of the tiny village they lived.

Considering Nanami, he sincerely wished, he would change his mind.

They sat on the wooden floors of the veranda, watching over the garden, until the Sensei declared the session for finished, sending them away, they bowed estimable and left.

- If you would stay, I will be glad, you train here as well, are you leaving for sure? - Geto asked. Nanami nodded. Obviously not even this amazing training house, would change his mind. He had never taken anyone else with him, here, to his sacred field, his martial arts kingdom. Nanami didn't even comprehend the importance of him, being invited here. Geto felt an unkind emptiness spreading between them, suggesting there was nothing more to be said. Maybe there is one thing he could try, though it was too risky, until now, he won't talk about it to anyone, it's been his decision concerning the matter. But if there would have been a small chance to change Nanami's mind, would he risk it? Uncertainty took over his clear mindedness. The chances, for changing Nanami's mind stood 50/50 and it all could be turned against him. Geto took a deep breath. He was a warrior, a man of probability. He led Nanami into the next seven-eleven, buying two canes of Asahi (beer). Geto placed himself on the bench infront of the small store, which stood on the small backyard parking area, near their school. Leisurely he stuffed one cane into Nanami's hand and offered him a cigarette. The canes went open with a plop. Almost half of the delicious content was drunk away. Geto noticed Nanami didn't smoke like it should be. He showed him how to inhale the smoke when fuming, more properly. He understood, Nanami was obviously a natural talent for worldly pleasures. The easiness, after the tough training, was very welcoming, causing the atmosphere between them to level up.

- Listen carefully! I did some research on Soul repossession. There are ways to call in wandering souls back. - Nanami looked interested. Geto made a movement with his head at Nanami, to sit next to him. They put their heads together. Geto kept his voice very low.

- It takes a powerful jujutsushi, and even then, success isn't certain. Point is, the strongest jujutsushi dwell in the in-between worlds, for some time, looking for a returning opportunity, before they cross over. In my opinion, Yu is such a person, eager for living. Do you understand?

- Maybe.

- So, let's say, if someone suitable dies in an accident, like a car crash and the body isn't that damaged.

- Enough! - Nanami stood up, Geto stood up too.

- That's out of question! - Nanami turned towards Geto with a cold expression.

- Where is that from? - he kept his icy expression.

- Ancient scripts. There are many things, they won't teach us, out of arrogancy! - Geto insisted.

- Or because it's non ethical!? – Nanami objected.

- Ha! And the plasma vessel victimization is ethical? Sending us out to eliminate curses within people, which destroys them sometimes? Doing this work sets us above the collective moral codes and laws in some ways, Yaga said it. We all have killed already; we all have done mistakes while eliminating curses. – he paused shortly, weighing up.

- We are the powerful ones. Each and every one of us counts! How could we be treated as any simple-minded monkey, who walks around here, don't you see the importance of this work?!

- I know! I am disgusted by the same duality in choosing who shall live and who shall die. They don't have any good strategy or explanation to justify their ways. I wonder why not, after jujutsu exists since ancient times. Except concerning Master Tengen. – Nanami said.

- So, you understand me very well!

Nanami shrugged his shoulders as a "Yes."

-Stay!

-No!

- There are scripts of how a domain expansion could be developed, it takes a journey to some mountain in Tibet though. There's a master…

- No! No need!

They walked in silence for the rest of the way to the jujutsu college. When they reached their floor and approached the room, Nanami spoke first.

- Suguru, you are so clever, but your meanings are somehow … dangerous.

- What do you mean? Did I say something about my meanings?

- It's… Yu was admiring you; he watched close your moves; he told me about your change of mindset. And you just confirmed it. Does Satoru know?

- Know what?

- You scorn and despise people? – Geto smiled with a smirk on this well - defined statement.

- His mindset isn't much different.

- I don't think he's researching ancient necromancy.

- What about you?

- I think it's interesting, but I can't stand all of this, anymore. I hate it! Yu is irreplaceable! I don't want his soul in some body from the morgue. What if he runs into his parents some day? Can you imagine this? Can you imagine him not being able to see his family ever again, and what if? – a noise appeared around the corner, some well-known footsteps, interrupted their whispering. - What if, someone says it's Yu, but it's not him?

Satoru appeared, smiling all over, looking at them, touching Suguru's hair while greeting in a friendly manner. Suguru returned the smile. Nanami scanned them for some time; afterwards he gave them one of a kind smirk: meaning: you two have come closer than I would have ever made-up, being possible. Turning his back on them, he entered his room without a word.

He left the Jujutsu World for some years. Though, neither his mind, nor his senses ever came to rest from the world of jujutsu, not a single day, was he able to disconnect his spirit and to stop thinking about them.

What if he had stayed, would Suguru have done, what he did? Maybe he might have accompanied him that day, only three weeks later, to the haunted village. Would he, himself be still alive?

Nevertheless, not a single day he regretted leaving the jujutsu world behind.

-Take me with you, to your training domain! – Satoru said, while stretching out on Geto's bed. Geto kicked his feet, meaning: take off your shoes, baka! - with a bright, sweet smirk. Satoru did. They landed across the room in some corners. Geto prepared to leave for the bathroom, gathering his washing bag, a blue shower towel over his shoulder. Satoru caught his shirt, pulling it and making him stumble all over him. They laughed. Captured in a strong embrace Geto pointed out he was smelling of sweat, after hours of training. Satoru's face was in his hair, his lips on his neck, sucking with delight.

- Don't! - Geto whispered under pressure. Satoru's hands moved all over his body, touching him firmly, desiring.

- Take me with you! I want to restart karate, and what is that you do?

- Aikido!

Satoru kissed him – Aikido! And?

-Kendo!

Satoru kissed him again, - Kendo! And?

-Kyudo!

Satoru's hands were already in his pants and Geto used force to stop him.

- I want to shower first!

- I like your smell!

- Aaaah! (-_-;) You showered, right?

- Yep!

- Then, let me fuck you, then I'll shower and … you fuck me?

Satoru made a thoughtful face. He wasn't thinking, he pretended, just to gain some time.

-How come a famous family like yours hasn't forced their treasure into martial arts since infancy?

- Eh, I told you already! They did, I refused! Forcing me never worked for anyone! And; Why would I? - Satoru answered in his all sweetheart - Satoruic- way. Who could resist to begin with. - Geto smiled.

- Of course, the Strongest doesn't need martial arts … the way he spoke, made him realize again: the state of his social position, him being weaker, him needing to train, him being a child of a not famous and wealthy household. It hurt, it shouldn't, he should stand above the worldly measures of materialism, as Buddha thought, but he couldn't. This teaching of refusing and modesty didn't fit into society nowadays. Geto respected wealth and achievement. He had made this decision a long time ago: to rise above his narrow minded, cold-hearted family and more significant, above the collective sameness. He didn't fit into the masses. Just then his thoughts were interrupted by his friend's sweet voice.

- We are the strongest, Sug! Together! I won't have your smartness and strategic skills, even if I train them. - Satoru's eyes look at him in a kind and sincere way.

He really believed that! Maybe he was right, but did it satisfy my vision of myself? Hardly. The way I see myself was my faucal point. I WANT TO BE HIS EQUAL. And I want to be more, to offer him something, more than … Suguru thought.

- Let's go tomorrow, then! - Geto said.

- What happened to your effort to convince Nanamin not to leave?

- In vain! And we need someone like him! Damn!

- True. He's similar to you.

- Maybe … you should have asked Mei Mei to charm him or so.

- I did!

- Oh?

- She wanted me to pay her! – smirk.

Geto smirked conformingly. Satoru pulled him down, stuffing his tongue in his mouth for a very long kiss. Afterwards he was released to take a shower but he couldn't go immediately, because he didn't want to meet someone accidently, being erect. Chances were close to zero, but still.

As soon as he returned, which happened quickly, since he wanted too badly, to mess up with Satoru, his shirt was almost torn, his pants half dropped, Satoru was all over him, too fast, too rough, his fingers inside his entrance, his wet, gentle lips over his penis, hot and burning. Moved by an Outrageous desire to fuck something out of him. Satoru felt like this, like there was a shadowy sadness he wanted to fuck out of his Suguru, because Suguru belonged to him. Satoru moved too quickly, though he felt, he was hurting his friend, it didn't stop him, until he released his desire with a loud voice, which could be heard outside. Only there was no one. The shadowy sadness was gone. Suguru's body below him, felt someway lighter, softer. Despite the clearly defined muscles, he was relaxed to easiness. The light in his eyes was soft, his dump hair, too. They didn't want to disconnect their bodies.

-Turn around; - Geto said; Satoru moved on his back, holding him firmly. Now Geto sat on his lap, their lower parts were moist by the sperm and the moisture of their longing. It didn't matter at all. Geto moved with very light movements, reaching out for his smart phone on the window shelf. Satoru came up to sit; all buzzed, they took some pictures of themselves, connected in the most intimate closure for a human body. Again. They did this from time to time under dazzling laughter and kept the pictures for the days they were apart. Living with the indication, to die, every time they parted to purge curses, was a prodigious soul challenge of nameless fears, that needed to be controlled, but also a trial, which could generate tremendous powers. Not just because of their youth. But because they were sorcerers, old souls, who had lived many lives and not only in this world, reincarnated from unknown universal fields. The common mortals didn't understand the vastness and depth of the matter. Every moment counted and was seen and felt as extraordinary, for both. Looking at the pictures they took, made them smirk and laugh too loud with the risk to be heard, by whom though… Satoru munched something sweet, which was stored on the window shelf, next to the bed and within his reach. Lately all kinds of sweets were placed there by a fairy, Geto told him so, and Satoru didn't question it.

You look good, Sug! You know what, I was thinking about… what if we share a tattoo, instead of friendship rings or pins and such cringe trash… something, that would not be thrown so easily away when we're pissed off. Suguru stared at him, processing the extraterrestrial suggestion, which thrilled him too much, he almost would have fallen from Gojo's lap, if he hasn't been physically and mentally so well trained, to keep the balance. He managed to nod in agreement, wondering if he made a gremlin face or worse, some very cringy sort of Pokémon expression. Satoru, fully relaxed, kept his pace as usual: You look really good, Sug! I saw some cool tattoo examples in a secretive store, in Shinjuku. Only public figures or celebrities or such people know about that. Let's place it somewhere here, his long fingers touched gently Suguru's back shoulder. You look really good! – Normally Geto was a quick, sharp thinker, but this extraterrestrial situation blanked his mind. He didn't even open his mouth to breath out.

- Satoru, what are you doing in a secretive store for tattoos ?

- Researching of course.

Geto chuckled.

- You know, I can see your energy body. - Suguru hit his head lightly.

- You shouldn't cross my boundaries, baka! Hehe! I also see yours.

- Whad doya see? - Munched question, chocolate crumbles falling out of his mouth. Stuffing half of the bar, occupied him. The foil landed on the floor. Maybe the fairies would clean it up.

A violet contouring, a sphere of violet and something very odd… - Suguru grinned again. He wondered about himself, being too cheerful for unknown reasons whenever they have had sex.

- He he he! Define odd? - More grinning on both sides. Suguru draw something like the infinity sign over Satoru's head, as he didn't see it, he felt it and laughed, nodding and chewing.

-What about me? - Geto asked, picking some chocolate crumble from Satoru's lips, eating it off.

-A violet contouring too, mingled with some rainbow reflections sometimes and … he made a dumb face. How to say it? Sometimes, all of this is like veiled, unclear or interrupted. Your face looks very sharp then, kinda scary. But you know, when we fuck, I always drive it away. - That being said, so casually, Geto's face dropped. He froze inside, but made an effort to hide this emotion. Naturally Satoru noticed Suguru's uneasiness, and touched his bangs to change the ambiance.

-I wanted to tell you about it, but I considered it to be too intimidating. - Satoru spoke calmly. As if he would hold himself from speaking out anything on his mind suddenly. – Geto thought.

- I don't know, Satoru! Come with me to the dojo center tomorrow, I'll show you everything.

Sometime later, when Satoru seemed to be fallen asleep, Geto opened the window to gaze at the starry sky. Satoru's words won't let him sleep for some time, tormenting his insides, twisting his thoughts. Was he surprised, letting Satoru this close to his soul, what was there to not be discovered? However, Satoru noticed more, then Geto himself was ready and willing to face, to begin with. What now? Could he comprehend the energy, which appeared out of the eerie depths of his consciousness? He couldn't sort out, the chain of thoughts, accompanied by very strong emotions about some things, himself. Fact was, when he communicated with this higher intelligence, he created a string of thoughts; for he compared it to a computer program he had access to, because it brought him comfort amidst the chaos of fatality and killings. All his life, he was able to see curses, entities and all kinds of energies. All his life, he was braving them. Not once he had cried, when he was little. Moreover, he was surprised to learn other people couldn't see what he could, when he was close to 3 years old and communicated his abilities to his parents. The day, the jujutsushi appeared was the best of his whole childhood, so he thought. Later, he was trained to listen to universal codes. Since he heard his own voice durung the communication with this particular program, which has been there for some time, and because his mindset remained clear, so he believed, he was forming his thoughts around this comforting program for his advantage. His feelings had ever been too strong, making him aim to control them. Though every time his eyes searched across the starry sky, they teared up, unreasonable. In the depth of his soul, there was a constant yearning, its origin he didn't know. A low noise of Satoru moving his leg, make him turn around and watch him. The long, slander body, relaxed, one arm under the pillow, the silvery hair on it and that angelic face. Satoru's face had tortured his insides in the last three years, too cruel. There was always light emitting out of it, this man was a power station, but even so, he wasn't invincible. No one knew how many evil vengeances hid in the darkness of the underworlds, desiring to eliminate this one. Sharp, unknown pain cut through Geto's chest: the recurring fear of not being able to control the circumstances. Geto feared to see him dying, again. The imprint of Satoru's wounded body, when he proved being the strongest, by reversing the curse technique and healing himself, or preventing his death, or resurrecting himself, still the deep scars, blood loss, caused by Toji Fushiguro, who killed almost both of them, and Rika… and … many more. This endless rage, which arouse inside him, was lively, whenever he thought about the situation. Geto wanted to maintain control, to be as strong as Satoru, so they both may see a different tomorrow, or have a future life.

There was infinite potential in power. The powerful ones, they should take responsibility, and watch over the weaker ones, or lead them!? Lead them! Being a leader was more natural for people like him and Satoru. out of the shadowy, secretly living, but… then… more enemies would appear. More people would want to mess up with them and someone might take him away, because they were better, then him. Geto shook his head about his strange, bad, thoughts. He was trained to discipline his thoughts, by being in the here and now.

A room, them alone, the starry sky, the late summer air spreading around, the cry of an owl, a cat in the yard.

Zen.

No thoughts about bullshit.

Zen.

Recite the heart sutra[4] or the easiest one: the prayer of compassion[5]. Geto closed the window almost soundlessly, laying down next to Satoru, covering them both with the blanket, which was crumbled in the corner, under Gojo's feet, with some sticky rests of their sex on it. Who cares. He kissed Satoru's shoulder, the closest to his face. Inhaled his scent, the warmth of his presence. The well-known desire boiled his blood immediately. Tame yourself, idiot. They were going to his fighting fields, tomorrow, this brought him additional excitement and urged him to discipline himself to rest now. Ah, sleeping is for the dead, maybe. Could he wake him up, could he tell him, how he feels, could he tell him what his thoughts were, again, like before, before they came this close, it seemed easier to open up. Since when, why was he fearful of hurting or loosing Satoru, would he lose him, if they were equally strong? The chaos of thoughts made him angry, Suguru kissed Satoru's head, decisively and closed his eyes to sleep. As soon as he drifted away, close to falling asleep, the same sharp pain cut through his chest again, solidifying his fear, raising his alertness, he couldn't understand why, as he didn't feel any threat. No noises, except the cats in the yard. Get yourself together, idiot! Suguru thought about himself. Calm down and sleep, or wake him up and let him tear you apart. He looked at Satoru's face, for some time, tempting himself, smiling on his unreasonable behavior. E, Satoru, I will maintain my powers and protect you, whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes?

Yes. You have to be the strongest yourself, to protect the strongest, more influential, more … more! I am. He said, he hates righteousness. I'm not righteous. There are paths, to maintain more power, it requires more bravery to reform the chaos around. Satoru wouldn't care about maintaining the chaos. I care. And I want him safe. I want a different way of living. What if the endless noises of the weaker minds, would shut up, stop producing more and more curses, who we need to purge at the cost of our lives. Its's been a treadmill as long as humanity exists. Yuki Tsukumo envisions also a different way of living. I want the control over my own life! Geto covered his face, his inability to silence his mind, drained him. Feeling his body heat wasn't helpful at all, on the contrary, it anguished him, too. He wanted to be torn apart, he would wake up Satoru. No. It's indecent, egoistic. Damn! Satoru turned around, sleepy whispering:

-Suguru, why are you so uneasy? With his long arm, he pulled his friend close to him, placing half of his body over him. I'm lost. Suguru thought. If not now, then, never.

-Eh, Satoru, I'm fucking scared of losing you. - What a humiliation. Kami Sama, take my life.

Nothing.

After some time, Satoru chuckled: If I die, I'll haunt you forever. He he he. It wasn't his stupid words, which brought easiness, it was the simple truth within, he really thought this way, this idiot! Their laughter created a comforting easiness, calming Geto down. He relaxed his body.

-You know… you're my one and only… tell me what's with you… You listen to me, now I wanna know what's up, Sug? Satoru reached out for his hand, squeezing it few times, ordering him to talk. - Kami Sama, what am I to tell him without losing my dignity. Geto sighed and started to whisper whatever came to his mind, he let his guard down, for the first time so openly.

- No one wanted to be close to me, like you! My parents were damn scared of me, they're just plain people. I was always alone, they rejected me; I was so fuckin' scared myself, at least my mother could have liked me. I… I simply want to be valued … whatsoever. I had to eat alone, play alone, whatever… but not having proper clothing, bought in a normal store, like everyone else, or going out into the park; I'm so angry! – he paused. Satoru breathed calmy, awaiting him to speak.

- They locked their door up at night. As if! One night I had a sore throat and very high fever, they didn't even hear me… or did they just hope I will … parish… So, I dragged myself to the hospital, at night, alone, a ten-year-old with pneumonia. Then my grandma stepped up but they refused to send me to live with her, because I was dangerous. I realized I have to leave this place, so I studied hard at school to increase my options and prayed and wished for it, wholeheartedly. I ran away finally… then encountered some weak curse somewhere on the train station, I don't remember where… but… soon after I was scouted by the jujutsu society. This brought some relief for me. I had almost given up hope. Till today, they reject me… the fuck with all of them damn monkey folks, Satoru. I didn't have a life as a child so to speak; I was a menace, until I came here…

- I'm sorry, Suguru. You are a very influential appearance. I may think of you, appearing scarry to normal people, but… what your parents did, was wrong …

Silence.

-Did something happen? I mean… - Satoru asked.

- Can't remember … maybe I did things which were strange, but how would I know… my grandma wasn't scared of me… she always hugged me and told me, I had a face of a wood-fae. – Suguru chuckled. Satoru moved up to look at his face, touching his ears.

- Yea almost … Thank you for trusting me, Suguru. I value everything you say. – he added simply.

Suguru chuckled, thinking of his thoughts, before Satoru woke up. He felt much easier now.

Silence. The energy between them changed. Energy rays flew between them, visible only for the stars, who watched from above.

Satoru's hand moved between Suguru's legs, stroking gently up and down, the soft, skin, gliding through the tiny hairs, touching all heated up spaces. He had sensed, Suguru being erect anyway. I'll do it quickly; - Satoru said, pulling Geto's pants down, letting him suck wet the fingers of his hand, then pushing them inside Suguru, shortly after, to soften him, to open him up. He pushed his member carefully inside Suguru, moving carefully, opening him even more up.

-What do you want, Sug? Geto sensed, the question had more than one meaning. How many answers would he give him?

– You! – Geto moaned.

-YEA? – Satoru thrusted deeper, faster. The Pleasures arising within them, could be found and kept in the starry sky above, in the silence of the vast space between the stars. Incomparable to what any of you know, had known, or ever will. Only the Kami Sama and the jujutsushi' have a presentiment, perhaps.

The End.

After words.

About three weeks later, in the middle of September 2007, when Suguru was sent to exorcise the special grade curse in the village, he rescued the wounded, little twin - girls, while becoming a curse user. Few nights before this incident, after envisioning a certain disastrous future, Suguru received a suggestinn from the comforting program: an infallible way to become as strong as Satoru, with the inevitable intention - keeping Satoru alive.

As you all know, Satoru and he, were separated, and are separated till today, except … one time, meeting up by chance on an island in Greece, four years before Geto's death.

Who knows …

Beach with scenic sunset:

Geto: This side of the sea is boring

… I've broken all forms I've built so far

Satoru: Life isn't about thinking, but about feeling

November, 9th - 20th– 29th 2022

Hi

my name is Alex,

please consider: English isn't my native language, this is a short story, which I wrote down with excitement and many strong feelings. The story I requested to be told, comes from Suguru Geto Sama and Satoru Gojo Sama, who gave their permission and clear rules. For example, I'm not permitted to write about the jujutsu technics. If you have objections, please turn to Suguru Geto Sama and Satoru Gojo Sama. I am allowed to point out, what I perceived: their Souls are ancient, they are living in the present time on purpose, which will serve humanity. The origin of them is far away and should remain mysterious. Also please think about the origin of Master Tengen, you may understand a glimpse, especially if you would read Japanese folklore.

All readers have been considered, means: it's recommended for people of minimum 16 years of age.

The original story is received and written by Gege Akutami, please buy her manga and honor her remarkable work. I feel deeply honored to write this short story, with love.

Appreciate your questions and thoughts. Feel free to dm me on insta.

Please, always do your Best!

Thank you very much!

Alex.

Instgram _geto_suguru_

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[1] Getanden or Seikatanden is the energy center below the navel

[2] Jotanden or Kami Tanden is the 3rd. eye

[3] In Shibuya

[4] Teyata gate, gate, paragate, parsamgate, Bodhi soha

[5] Om Mani Padme Hum