When a cursed girl is transmigrated into JJK
Warning this Fanfiction contains mature themes such as: blood, abuse, toxic relationships, neglect, and sex.
Chapter One: A Ritual Gone Wrong
Kamo Shiori was a pitiful girl.
Being born into the Kamo family, one of the great three sorcerer families in Japan, Shiori was considered useless. Not only was she born female, but Shiori could only see weak cursed spirits and did not awaken any blood techniques that her family was known for. Being the youngest and only daughter of the main branch only made her life harder for her.
To her mother, she was a disappointment.
To her father, she was practically a waste of space.
If Shiori didn't have the potential to be married off in the future to elevate her father's power in the jujutsu world, she suspected her father would have gotten rid of her long ago.
Shiori met the man for the first time on her fourth birthday when her self-worth was evaluated. Shiori remembered her first impression of her father being that he was a proud and cold man. When Shiori had shown to meet the man's low expectations, her father walked out of the room without so much as a glance back at her.
Nevertheless, he was Shiori's father so she did everything to earn back his approval.
Shiori only really knew of her father, Kamo Takehiko, through rumors and her mother's ramblings. He was of questionable moral character and was known even among other clans to be neglectful of his wife and children in exchange for fooling around with his numerous concubines when he was not occupied with his clan duties.
As a child, Shiori had hoped that if she showed proficiency in other areas he would come to acknowledge her as his daughter. Blood was thicker than water was it not? So at the ripe age of four Shiori threw herself into her classes.
She learned the hard way that it didn't matter how hard she tried, she would never be good enough. Whether it was math or art, Kenjutsu or Taijutsu, Shiori could train herself until she vomited blood but it would never be good enough for her parents.
It didn't matter if she got good grades or was decently proficient in the Kamo family martial arts, she had no cursed technique, and that made her practically a monkey in her parent's eyes.
Shiori vividly remembered her mother's face when Shiori had not passed her clan's divination methods. The clan elders had told her mother should have known better than to place her hopes in a daughter.
She distantly remembered having good relations with her mother before she was four. That fateful day when she failed the test to display any talent for being a sorcerer, her mother's attitude towards her took a turn for the worse.
Smiles became frowns, compliments into insults, and head pats became slaps.
Shiori over time became a tool for her mother to verbally and physically abuse as an outlet whenever she was in a bad mood.
The most Shiori could do with her blood was create talismans and seals. A skill any sorcerer could do really.
It was considered one of the most feeble abilities in the Kamo family by far. Only the Akakami, the lowest and weakest branch family, were dedicated to studying such techniques.
Even so, Shiori poured herself over the scrolls, books, and journals left by her ancestors. Shiori would practice her calligraphy until her fingers bled and often stay up late in her pursuit of affirmation.
When she created her first curse-warding seal, she had been so proud of herself. She had presented it to her mother after successfully testing it out on a grade-four curse. Shiori had thought she could finally make her mother proud and show her mother that she wasn't a completely useless daughter.
Instead, her mother had taken the paper-warding talisman from her hands and ripped it apart in front of her eyes.
With condescending eyes, her mother had simply said, "I don't need such garbage from you" before throwing the tattered pieces of paper at her.
It took everything in eight-year-old Shiori to hold back her tears. Kneeling on the ground Shiori picked up what was left of the talisman that had taken a year for her to make.
Her mother only scuffed at her before leaving the room with a swish of her Kimono sleeves.
The maidservants followed her dutifully opening the shoji doors for her departure. Under her breath, Shiori could hear her mother mutter as the doors closed behind her -
"I don't need a weak daughter".
After that Shiori's personality became wicked.
Whether it was a self-defense mechanism or inevitable being born into the Kamo family, Shiori made the lives of those around her turn into hell.
Shiori didn't trust anyone but herself. The people around her would only hurt her, so Shiori would hurt them first. The only person who would look after Shiori was her alone after all.
So she became the most selfish and willful child in the clan, a title only rivaled by her brother.
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If servants looked at her wrong she would have them whipped.
If they made a mistake she'd make them beg in apology before having them kicked out of the main house.
Shiori had even taken to using a cursed whip on the servants. The cursed whip she used cursed any injury it made on its victims to deeply scar. However, she didn't limit herself to just the whip.
Though Shiori was a Kamo with no curse technique, she was still the clan head's daughter and that gave her many privileges. One of them being, having access to the family's cursed item inventory, barring anything first or special-grade.
From incense that caused hallucinations to shoes that could make its wearer dance to death, Shiori would use them on servants to amuse herself whenever she wanted.
And so a cycle of abuse was created.
Her mother would call Shiori to her private quarters to vent onto her. Shiori in turn took all the hate and sorrow she got from her mother into anger that she unleashed on any poor servant who was unlucky enough to cross her path after.
Shiori could only endure her mother's moods. The abuse ranged from tongue lashings to canning her shins. As long as it didn't leave a mark on Shiori her mother would do it. Servants turned the other way whenever her mother "disciplined" her. Such sessions usually happened after her mother was summoned by her father or clan elders.
Even so, Shiori never spoke up about it. Shiori pitied her mother who seemed to be cursed to bear children who carried no cursed technique.
While the Kamo clan held patriarchal values, if Shiori carried a cursed technique, her mother could have pushed for her to be a viable clan heir.
Shiori's conception had happened after six miscarriages. While pregnant Kamo Orihime prayed every day that her second child would inherit the Kamo clan's cursed technique.
When Shiori proved to be a failure, her mother turned her back on her and focused on supporting her older brother, Kamo Junichiro, to groom him to be the next indisputable heir.
While it was still a secret to outsiders that her elder brother held no cursed technique, his weakness couldn't be kept hidden forever.
Her mother could only keep a close eye on her son and use dirty methods to keep her husband's concubines in line. Shiori's brother had become self-centered and spoiled over the years from having both his mother and the servants cater to his ego as a result.
Shiori didn't like being in the same room as her brother. Most conversations ended with them fighting with each other. He never failed to shove in her face how he was the clan heir and their parent's favorite child. If she didn't obey him, he would make sure to make her life miserable when he became clan head, he had once threatened.
In retaliation, Shiori had slipped a cursed mirror into his room that made its reflected viewers break out in acne whenever they used it. The more it was used the worse the acne got. It was perfect to use against her vain brother.
Her brother was a spineless person who had no talent for jujutsu. It always infuriated Shiori that her brother always got better treatment from everyone simply because he was born male.
It took him three months to realize the mirror was cursed. Her brother had even worse talent than her when it came to sensing cursed energy and servants around him had been bribed by Shiori to keep their mouths shut.
In the end, her brother's pride didn't allow him to tattle on their mother. He could only keep Shiori at an arm's distance lest she use another curse item to turn him bald next time.
And so before Shiori knew it, days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months.
Shiori had built a reputation among the servants for being a curse reborn in a nine-year-old's body. She found that laughable coming from a sorcerer's family. She made sure to whip any servant who was caught spreading such rumors half to death for their insolence.
It was the only way Shiori knew how to calm down the anger that built up within her whenever someone shamed her for being born a girl, for being a fool to think that she could be more than a tool whose only good use was her ability to procreate.
Her father's negligence, her mother's resentment, and her brother's ignorance.
Shiori secretly wished that one day she would be swallowed up by a curse so that she didn't have to pretend to be strong anymore.
The final straw for Orihime came when one of her spies reported that her husband had planned to give the position of clan heir away to one of his concubine's children. A boy who went by the name of Noritoshi.
She was caught blindsided and unprepared. The child's fourth birthday was still months away but her husband had decided to go behind her back and test him early.
Even though the news of the boy possessing the Kamo clan's iconic blood manipulation technique was still under wraps, Kamo Orihime's worst fears were coming true.
Her husband planned to strip their son of his status. Possibly remove her from the position of wife and replace her with one of his whores.
Orihime was desperate, so desperate to keep her place in the clan that she had crawled her way up to and fought for. The sins she committed while fighting to be the clan matriarch could not be taken back.
Despite her argument over the years that being clan head was beyond being a good sorcerer, Orihime received no end in defamation about her son's lack of power.
Orihime was sick of people talking behind her back, sick of her husband blaming her that their children were useless, sick of having the clan look down on her for not keeping her husband's attention, sick of the elders pressuring her to step down as wife, sick of having numerous miscarriages again, and again in hopes of conceiving another potential heir with the clan technique.
To lose it all to that low-class bitch and her son made Orihime's vision turn red from anger.
A part of Orihime already knew her husband would do this to her one day.
So Orihime only did what any other woman in her position would do.
Orihime, with the forbidden special-grade cursed book in her hands, would bless her son with a jujutsu technique. The book had been passed down in Orihime's side of the family for generations, but it had remained locked under layers of seals that no one in her family had been able to disable.
The techniques used to make the seals had been long lost in the dredges of time. Her grandfather had kept the book under lock and key and forbade anyone in the family to so much as talk about the book. After he passed away, Orihime's family had planned to cremate the book with his body, as per her grandfather's dying wishes. Before the book had been lost, Orihime had secretly pried the book from the dead man's hands and replaced it with a fake before she was sold off to the Kamo's.
Orihime reverently caressed the unnamed book in her hands in which a river was embedded into its worn leather.
She thought her family to be fools. Special-grade cursed books were already very rare. To destroy the book out of fear, such weakmindedness was the reason her sorcerer family declined despite having been acclaimed back in the Heian era.
Though Orihime could not find a way to remove the seals on the book as a young girl, she knew the answers would come to her in time. Lucky for her, she had married into one of the only sorcerer clans who researched talismans.
All she had to do was approach the Akakami branch head and promise the old bat a position on the clan's council. In return, the old women just had to break the seals on the book and unravel its secrets for her.
It had taken years but all of Orihime's efforts had finally come to fruition.
The Akakami branch head had painstakingly removed all the seals one by one over the years and had finally deciphered its contents. Orihime could only grin in glee as the ancient text's secrets were revealed. The book promised new untold powers to its users, powers that could unveil all the secrets of the jujutsu world. Her son could become the greatest sorcerer in history! Perhaps one even better than that Gojo heir whose birth had left her son in the shadows! And all she had to do was pay a small price.
There were risks and a lot of preparations Orihime needed to do. The book stated that to grant her wish she needed to make her son go through a ritual to implant the ultimate cursed technique into him.
The only thing she needed was a human sacrifice.
And she knew just who to use.
The Kamo clan prided themselves on being one of Gosanke that ruled the jujutsu world. Having existed for over one thousand years, their sorcerers possess an exceptional talent for jujutsu that has been passed down through the generations.
On the night of January 10th, 1998 at approximately two a.m. a domain appeared in the Kamo clan compound.
Kamo Takehiko had been asleep in his bed when the sudden burst of cursed energy shocked him awake. It wasn't just him, every sorcerer in the clan awoke from their beds having sensed the cursed energy.
Takehiko had only just put on his robe when his brother came pounding on his door in alarm. Was it an attack from one of the other Gosanke? The Zenin? Gojo? Only sorcerers of great strength could use an advanced technique such as a domain. Who were they up against?
After focusing their senses he and his brother realized the unknown signature was coming from nearby. The servants having sensed the disturbance in the air were all also awake and clamoring for answers and orders on what to do with the intruder.
Barking at the servants to remain in their rooms, he and his brother followed the cursed energy signature.
As quick as the domain appeared it had disappeared.
However, they had already pinpointed its source. A small shed that was hidden in the back of the main house's garden stood innocently in front of them as they approached.
Opening the doors to the derelict shed, no obvious intruder or disturbance was seen. Takehiko's brother sensing foreboding in the air warned him that they should wait for backup. The other branch heads were already on their way and there was safety to numbers he said.
His brother Eisuke had always been a coward. His brother was weak and would rather run away from any confrontation than engage in violence. It was that cowardly attitude of his that made their father choose Takehiko to be the next clan head over him. If it wasn't for his brother's difference and support in the battle to be heir among his now-dead siblings, he would have killed him long ago for being so weak.
While the domain appearing in the middle of the Kamo clan compound was a surprise, any experienced sorcerer could tell it was only a simple domain. The fact that it was dispelled so fast meant whoever had cast it had already reached their limit. Now was their chance to hunt them down.
Takehiko snapped his brother for not having deduced as much as he stormed into the shed. A quick search revealed a hidden hatch that was hidden under a dusty carpet. Opening it Takehiko saw that it led into the darkness that was the underground.
To think there was a secret room right under his nose this whole time? Who dared act so bold as to hide in his plain sight!
Eisuke the whole time kept warning him that something was off and that he should wait for the others. Takehiko shrugged off his brother's efforts and proceeded forward prepared to face what laid ahead of him.
Eisuke ended up following behind him sweating bullets. They walked down the stairs and ended up in the hallway that led to a single door ahead of them. In the darkness, they could see a red glow behind its frame.
Eisuke couldn't help but feel ill at ease. As they got closer to the door, Eisuke almost gagged. If he wasn't from a family who specialized in blood techniques, he would have already vomited from the heady scent of iron in the air.
As they approached the door, Eisuke could now see that the red glow he thought was from incandescent lighting, was actually light that was reflecting off blood that was spilling from under the door frame.
Standing in the empty hallway, Eisuke didn't hear any sign of life from behind the door. Reaching out his senses all he could feel was… His brother's wife and… Noritoshi? There was someone else inside but something felt off about their cursed energy...
Eisuke was one of the best sensors in the clan but even he couldn't put a finger on what he was sensing at this moment. Their signature felt split almost. A curse user technique?
His brother having come prepared had brought blood bags with him and released his reserves into the air preparing himself for battle. Eisuke too released his blood into the air, ready to back him up.
They were both first-grade sorcerers, if it was two on one then victory was assured.
Eisuke waited for his brother's signal before using his blood to cut down the door.
What Eisuke saw that day could only be described as hell.
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