A/n: This is my first story for this fandom...let's see how this goes, shall we? ':D
1990:
The only one in his clan, the boy with the bluest eyes. The only one with Limitless and the Six Eyes. The other clans promised his parents to take care of him while he's young due to their respect for the Gojos. However, that doesn't mean they respect the son himself. No, instead, they're wary of him and some are even jealous. Yes, jealous of a snot-nosed brat like him.
Makoto Asa(English spelling/position: Asa Makoto) was the one tasked with watching over the child. In turn, the clans promise to take care of his wife and children. His wife begged him not to leave the family, but he had no choice. Or rather, he didn't want to make a choice against the clan. "The Zenin clan took me in, and treat me as one of their own when my family abandoned me," he reasoned, "it's the least that I can do. Besides, how hard can it be to raise one boy when I've raised three boys and four girls all at once?" He joked at the end.
Famous last words.
Right now, for the fourth night in a row, Makoto is sitting on the ground next to a shiny gold crib with his face in his hands. Some of his hair is tightly grasp in a vice like grip by a screeching baby, Gojo Satoru. Makoto barely did anything wrong. He fed the baby, changed the diaper and clothes, and put him in the crib when the baby was seemingly asleep. The moment one of his feet steps out of the bedroom, all of a sudden, the baby is awake and is making Makoto's ears bleed with all that screaming and wailing. "How am I still alive after one year? Maybe I should've listened to Miki and stayed home. What a mistake I made to accept this job.." Soon, the wailing stops and the tiny fist lets go of his chair.
Makoto removes his hands from his face, revealing dark bags under his eyes. He looks up at the baby's piercing blue orbs and smiles when the baby smiles and starts to giggle, clapping his little, chubby hands. Makoto faces the baby and maneuvers around to go on his knees without causing pain to his strained ankle. Which he got from chasing the brat a few weeks ago. "Are you going to go to sleep now, little one, hm?" He asks, reaching over the bars and gently combing his fingers through the mop of white hair. Makoto remembers one of the pacifiers that was given to him and he takes one out, cleaning it a little with a nearby wipe pack. He then reaches over the bars again and puts it in the baby's mouth.
"Ahhhhh...AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The baby screams before giggling. It only increased when he sees Makoto's annoyed expression. "You are too loud, child. Go to sleep, or else you won't get ice cream tomorrow." All the fun escaped the baby once he hears that, as if he understood the older man's words. The baby lays down and closes his eyes almost immediately, waving the man off.
Makato chuckles and combs his fingers through the baby's hair one more time before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
The next morning, Satoru came back with a vengeance. "Come on child, please eat your breakfast. We have a meeting to go to that we cannot be late for." Makoto pleads, he even goes on his knees beside the high chair that the baby is in. Satoru shakes his head and presses his closed lips even more closer. Makoto sighs, growing even more annoyed. "I hate my job..." Satoru hears this and glares at him. "Aba daba dooooo! Bah Bah BAH!" Makoto glares back, "Like I said, we cannot be late to the meeting. So eat your breakfast already." Satoru rolls his eyes, but decides to do as he's told for once.
"He's quite the character, so this is the child that is taking your time away from us. Your real family."
Makoto turns around in shock, seeing his rather angry wife standing there at the entrance of the dining room. He turns to look at Satoru with a stern look, "Stay," he then refocuses his attention on his wife and gets close to her. But she takes a few steps back. "Look at his eyes, all piercing blue, like an alien." She snarls in disgust. Makoto does a booming clap with his hands, startling her a bit and gaining all of her attention. "You do not insult a child. He may have both the Six Eyes and Limitless ability but he is no monster. Nor are those abilities currently activated. This boy did not ask to be here, he didn't ask for these abilities and to be hated. So you and anyone else who talks bad about this boy should be ashamed of yourselves and watch what you say. You may regret it one day. So, stop this nonsense and state your business. Do I make myself clear?" His wife stays silent for a few moments before letting out a slow, deep sigh.
"Yes, I understand, my sincerest apologies to you both." She bows slightly to Makoto and does the same to Satoru before turning around sharply and walking out of the home quick. Makoto sighs and turns around to face the baby, who now looks guilty. He smiles, which grows wider when he notices that Satoru finished his food. He unbuckles the baby and takes him out of high chair. "Turn that frown upside down, child. I'm fine, you can see that." Satoru looks to the door and points.
"...Bah..."
The older male chuckles softly, "She will be fine, we'll be fine. Don't worry your little head about it." He tickles all over the baby's full and pudgy belly, loving the warm giggles he soon hears from him. Music to Makoto's ears.
Even if his wife does decide to leave him, he will be okay.
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1994:
"Makotooooo, look! Look! I did it! I got the moves!" The now five year old Satoru yells out as he runs back home from the garden next to the building of most clan meetings. He just perfected one of his techniques that Makoto helped teach him. The sun shines brightly on the boy as pride swells abundantly in his chest. There was a meeting that Satoru was suppose to be at, but it was too boring, so he skipped it per usual.
When he got close to their shared home, he started to feel that something was off, really off. Satoru approaches the door and slowly opens it, seeing that most of the lights were off except for one near Makoto's bedroom. "Makoto? Makotoooo? Are you in your room?" Usually the radio would be open, playing American music from the 60s or 80s, with a few songs from the 90s like 'Step by Step' by this group New Kids On The Block. He finds the song to be very cheesy, by the way. However, the radio is now silent. Which is really unusual for Makoto to do.
Small creaking steps continued on as he approaches the living room first, nothing unusual except for the light. Then he goes to his room, same thing. But then part of him felt like checking the kitchen, so he does. The more closer he gets to the kitchen, he more uneasy he starts to feel, especially in his stomach. It doesn't help that all he could hear is his shaky, quick pants. Satoru arrives to the kitchen and looks inside.
His blood grew cold. His eyes see almost every single part of the room, red. Bloody red. Something must've happened. Satoru looks down and finally notices the blood trail next to his feet. He turns around and carefully follows it to the bedroom. Where he opens the door and looks inside.
Satoru lets out a loud, piercing, blood curling scream. So loud that everyone around the area and a few miles from there can hear it. There in the room, lies Makoto. All for torn apart and mangled except for his face. Though it was also damaged with deep scratches, knife cuts, and stab wounds. He slowly looks to his right and notices a skinny but still monstrous appearance of a woman. The two lock eyes and it lasts for a few minutes. Then, the figure snarls loudly and leaps forward.
"RAAAARAUGHH!"
"EEEEEEEEKK!"
Satoru dashes out of the room and soon out of the house, with the being close on his heels. Soon, voices call out to the boy and to each other.
"Satoru, what happened?!"
"Are you okay? Where is Makoto!"
"Get to safety quick! Reinforcements are coming to get rid of the curse!"
"You better not have done anything to cause this boy! Because I swear if you did-!"
"Wait a second...the curse is Makoto's wife! Someone who is not busy and is brave enough, get your weapons and go inside to check on Makoto!"
Satoru soon trips and falls down a hill, sliding at a rapidly fast pace." He start to hyperventilate after he gets to the bottom of the hill, near a river. He ignores the sounds of scraping of grass and dirt heading towards him as his lungs start to feel tighter and his heart beating too fast to the point of it becoming painful to bear. Secure hands were place on his shoulders.
"Satoru...calm down, you're fine. Take a deep breath. Breathe in...good...breathe out. Let's do it again. Breathe in...breathe out...breathe in...breathe out...breathe in..."
Satoru passes out.