Disclaimer: Jujutsu Kaisen isn't mine but, this wonderful piece of art belongs to Akutami Gege

Summary

Throughout her life, she'd be born with that damned name, 'Erina.' But in this life, she didn't want to live under that same name. She sees two worlds, the waking world where people roam and the dangerous one where cursed creatures lurk in the deepest corners of negative human emotion. A writer is driven by her desire to read a "good book." Most importantly, she can perceive death.

In terms of pairings: It is possible to have her pair with a character but I don't have any plans for it(mainly because I tend to get iffy on my ability over the subject of Romance.)

Warnings: For those who watched/read Jujutsu Kaisen, you know it's not all about unicorns and rainbows. It never has been. Gore and violence up ahead readers. I can be merciless...

Beta: No one

Edited:21/6/2021


Expecting the unexpected was how I got through life. Or—er lives?

At the current moment, it would seem that I have gotten myself into quite a troublesome situation whereby I would always encounter a misfortune daily.

How pleasant.

Earlier on, I was genuinely having a pleasant midnight stroll. But, since luck did not exist for a person as unfortunate as myself, I'd, of course, had to have a run-in with a cursed spirit. It had a grotesque appearance that almost made my eyes cry blood at seeing such a horrendous sight.

"Just great! And it's a 2nd-grade curse," I grumbled, sensing that the creature before me wasn't the typical cursed nuisance.

It was not that I couldn't deal with the curse myself. I was sour because the curse had ruined my mood by gracing me with its repulsive presence.

Another day, another struggle.

I'd very much like to walk away, but I can't just let it go on freely and randomly kill civilians. With the way it is now, it already had the revolting stench of blood coming off of it.

"It is such a lovely night. Wouldn't you think so?" I began.

It mockingly tilted its head with an expression of glee.

I grasped for my tantō hidden at my back by my haori. The sheath remained as I took out the tantō, facing its sharpened edge at the creature.

I had a brief mental check to make sure I wasn't wearing my glasses. They were already put away on my person, which made me sigh in relief.

My grip on the tantō's hilt tightened as I activated the Reaper's Eyes. Crooked red lines came into clear vision under the dull atmosphere. My lips curved into a devilish smile as I ensued the impending hunt.

At least, this could make for a good stress reliever for the frustration of translating those lengthy texts this morning.

"It'll be perfect for hunting prey!"

In a split instant, I was behind the hideous creature. The first to strike will guarantee the kill of the prey. I strike off all of the red lines I could see and feel on its body with upmost precision and ease.

Scattered body parts decorated around the cold concrete ground. They remained there on the floor until slowly dissipating.

And so, the cursed spirit was quickly disposed of by my hands. I wouldn't go as far as to say I had exorcised it, no that wasn't the right word. But I did 'kill' its output of cursed energy.

A cursed spirit does not have a life, so I can't take its life. However, I can 'kill' the variable that allows them to exist, cursed energy. It's hard seeing formless things such as cursed energy, but it isn't impossible to 'kill' it.

My eyes are special. I possess an ability that is capable of seeing and feeling 'death' as lines. Under normal circumstances, a human cannot have such an ability as it is only exclusive to Death. Nonetheless, I was able to have such power due to already having a natural affinity with 'death.'

The distorted red lines that I see are the weak points where everything and anything can break apart. Rather than "tracing the lines of the object to fall apart," it is "ending the lifespan and killing the object." In this case, I had to 'kill' its output of cursed energy to end its lifespan.

It was a fruitless choice for me to take on the curse as I don't get anything in return for taking them out. Civilians can't see them, so they are more prone to get killed or injured fatally by them. I would have ignored the curse and went on my merry way unless it provoked me. Yet, I'd have to burden myself for letting such a being off the hook with ease.

Damn you, Eliza for, influencing me to be like this.

Although, I do find that letting such an existence live on is unacceptable. Curses manifest by the continuous leak of cursed energy from civilians. They are beings that sprout from negative emotions and lurk around places where many people tend to have negative sentiments.

(Note to self: you are going to encounter a curse if and when wandering in an abandoned building.)

If I don't kill every curse I see, I'd probably received one hell of a time carrying an awful burden = on my back. Besides, I'm already bearing such a responsibility. 'Death' is precious. That is why I can't permit a curse to live if it's going to kill randomly.

Mindless self-indulgence is unacceptable.

By this point, I had shifted my focal point from seeing those lines back to their normal appearance, looking at the world as to how I usually would(not perceiving the death lines).

As if like a sixth sense, I knew I wasn't alone in that place. I knew well to thrust my intuitions. Someone was eyeing me from afar. I looked around the room before my eyes settled to linger at a particular corner to where the stranger's gaze was.

Seeing that there was no need to drag the situation out any longer, I marked the concrete floor with my formulated seal, the hiraishin.

"I'll be at a cafe somewhere along Shinjuku-Dori street tomorrow. If you do bother finding me, that is..." I announced to the stranger before finding myself back to my apartment.

Deciding to retire for the rest of the night, I immediately went to bed. As I envelop myself in its comfort, I thought of what to do about the person observing me earlier and if I should play detective to find out about that person's purpose for spying on me.

How about not.

I would probably meet that person sooner or later if fate allows it.

If not, then I won't bother.


¬Where the hell are you?!¬

"Relax. Rin, you sound like an old lady collecting overdue rent. Don't worry. I pay all my dues. Also, I've already finished translating the books into Japanese and told the old man that I'll be going on a break until further notice,"

¬You really are a mystery. I envy you... No one else in the department has the guts to stick up to Mr 'pig face' as you do. It's also so unfair that you get to have a holiday whenever you please!¬

"I'm awesome, right!? The reason I can speak back to that old fart is that I don't care. Fire me, but who was the one who commissioned the department to translate my story? Besides, you should know that in life, it is not supposed to be fair. You're assumed to live with the unfairness. That's one of the common things all living beings have..."

¬The only people who can say that are people who have nothing to lose. What's with your tone? You sound old...¬

"Ha, ha, ha! Maybe I am old. I quit the job too, by the way. Anyway, you don't necessarily have to work on translating books anymore, so feel free to bask me with praises in emails for taking a load from your work. I've already told the old fart to divide my share of the profit equally for you guys. So~ I won't be seeing you anytime soon, goodbye!" I said in a lively tone before I mercilessly punched the button to end the call.

I placed my phone on the table. I lifted the warm cup of coffee, taking a sip of its lukewarm bitter taste. Nothing can compare to a cup of freshly brewed coffee in the morning(in terms of breakfast would be chicken nuggets).

I mean, there is no other coffee better than Sunshine's Cafe.

"What to do, what to do, what to—" I mindlessly muttered while chanting the words like a mantra.

I went on chanting those three words, in deep thought. Since I don't have to go to work now, I don't have anything else to do. Hunting curses at night is a side job, I don't bother getting profit. Besides, I already have a large sum of money, so I don't particularly have to work anymore.

What else would be fun to do?

Hmm

"What to do? You can start by telling me your name first," A man with white hair sat on the chair opposite me.

This life really is expecting the unexpected.

The man before me was clearly a pervert. He had a blindfold kink which I could infer as it obviously emanated in the air.


Dear readers,

I decided to discontinue my JJK fanfic.

What brought this on, was the fact that I remember starting this off without any concrete plan. Like I half-assed my way while writing it and now, I am suffering writer's block for writing this specific fanfiction.

In the foreseeable future, I may think of picking this up again and revamping what I had originally laid out and having it more structured.

Until then, I'm starting a new fanfiction you all might be interested in^

Your's sincerely,

Erinetvies