AN: I was so blown away by the response this fic got, that I wrote another chapter lol. I'm not the best at explaining lore, but I hope you will like the chapter anyway!
Tsuna facepalms as the bloodlust and killing intent pour out of her family at Gojo's words in the blink of an eye.
"Dammit, Satoru," she groans, rubbing her temple. She feels a headache coming on. Not even a minute, and he already pissed them off. Why are the people surrounding her are such idiots and little shits? Ah, yes, because they are Vongola, and one of those shits is Gojo Satoru. She needs new friends, stat. "What have I told you about context? Now they think I'm pregnant!"
"Huh?" The bespectacled dumbass is completely ignorant of the murder vibes sent his way, and has the audacity to look surprised. "While it's hilarious, why they would think such a thing? We are not in that kind of relationship."
"Oh, I dunno," Decimo drawls sarcastically. "Because you flirt with me constantly?"
"That is no reason to jump to the conclusion that you're pregnant with my kid!"
"Which is why I told you about context!" she reminds him sternly. "That's it. I'm gifting you a dictionary so you can look up the meaning of that word."
"I know the meaning of that word!"
"Really?" she gestures to her Guardians and Reborn, armed to the teeth, and ready to tear Satoru apart. Kyoko, Haru, and the kids are too busy gaping at Gojo to join in on his mutilation, thankfully. "The current situation suggests otherwise."
At that, the idiot finally takes note of the predicament he ended up in. "Oops?"
"Oops?" she repeats, incredulous. Is he for real? "That's all you have to say? They are about to kill you!"
"Then prevent it! I can't leave the kids fatherless!"
"Kids?" her Storm chokes out at the plural. "Are you pregnant with twins, Tenth?"
"No!" Tsuna denies feverishly, waving her arms. "I'm not having twins. I'm not even pregnant!"
The murderous aura abates slightly at those words, but they still don't lower their weapons. "You have five seconds to explain everything," Reborn tells them ominously, "before you see why I'm The World's Greatest Hitman."
"Geez, quit with the threats, Reborn-san," Gojo doesn't even blink as he casually waves the threat away, which makes Tsuna envy him a little — Lambo too, from the way his emerald eyes glint. Very few dare brush away Reborn like that and get away with it, but apparently, Satoru is one of such people."I'm planning to adopt, and asked Tsu-chan to help," he hums thoughtfully. "So, that makes her a parent too, I guess; just not in the way you all thought."
Everyone lets out a collective sigh of relief at the answer and finally lets go of their weapons, settling down in their previous positions. Gojo rolls his eyes at that.
"Trigger happy much?" he comments, tone deadpan as he takes a snack into his mouth. "I would've expected that from Hayato, but not from you, Takeshi! I'm removing your friend privileges, hmph!"
"Haha," her Rain Guardian lets out an embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, Gojo. You nearly gave us a heart attack with your announcement and we jumped to conclusions. Why do you want to adopt, though?" he asks with a furrow of his brows. "No offense, but you're the same age as us, why would you need to adopt someone? With our help even?"
As Takeshi voices the question that had been on her mind ever since Satoru arrived at her house after months of no contact, Tsuna watches Satoru closely; she sees how he pauses for a second, swallowing ever so slowly; she sees mirth leave his expression, turning it deathly serious, and then he says the strangest thing she ever heard him say since their friendship started: "Tell me, have your ever heard of Jujutsu?"
Heard of what now?
As he expected, Tsuna and others are in the dark about his world, though he sees Mukuro's eyes flash again and Reborn titling his fedora. His interactions with Reborn were few and far between, but him, titling that hat? Is the sure sign the man knows something, he gleaned that much from those encounters.
It's Haru, who voices everyone's confusion.
"Jujutsu?" She asks hesitantly, effectively breaking the silence that fell following his question. "Is that some sort of martial arts, desu?"
"No, dear Haru," Rokudo answers before he can. "It is the mystical arts, though they use martial arts sometimes." He stared at him with a smirk that is starting to get on his nerves. "Not that you need it. Isn't that right, Six Eyes?"
Well, that basically confirms Rokudo's awareness of Jujutsu World. "So you know who I am. No wonder really," Satoru wrinkles his nose, waving a hand as if smelling something foul. "I'm famous, and you smell like a curse, bleugh!"
Rokudo's smirk turns crooked as his eyes burn with hate. "You can thank Estraneo for that."
"Time out!" Ryohei cuts in on their exchange. "I don't get what you're saying!"
"I agree with Sasagawa," Hibari spoke up. "Elaborate before I bite you to death."
He and Rokudo share an eye roll, but elaborate all the same. "As I've said, I come from a Jujutsu society. We are very… old-fashioned and have clans. But the most that stand out are what we call are the Big Three: Kamo, Zenin, and Gojo."
"So, you're the big shot heir," Hayato notes with a scoff, though his eyes show an undeniable glint for knowledge. Gokudera usually acts like a delinquent, but he's a genius in his own right and loves to learn new things, and this isn't an exception. "What's that got to do with pineapple head calling you Six Eyes?"
"He's getting there. Gokudera-kun," Tsuna-chan chides softly. "Don't interrupt."
"Sorry, Tenth," Gokudera murmurs apologetically.
"It's fine, Tsu-chan, questions are welcomed; I'm telling you this for a reason, after all," Satoru reassures before turning to Gokudera, who was sitting across from him. "To answer your question, Hayato, it's the name of my power."
"Power?" Kyoko parrots. Satoru nods.
"Yep!" he says cheerfully. "All Big Three have inherited techniques: for Kamo, it's the Blood Manipulation; for Zenin, it's the Ten Shadows and for my family, it's Limitless and Six Eyes, you saw the demonstration when Kyoya-kun couldn't hit me."
"Two techniques?" Tsuna wonders with a frown. "Isn't that kind of cheating?"
"You will consider this further cheating, Setsuna-chan because he inherited both, kufufu," Mukuro informs everyone gleefully.
What a pest.
"Hey, you can't cheat at genetics!" he puffs up in mock irritation. "It's not my fault I was born this awesome!"
Everyone chuckles or rolls their eyes in amusement in response to this, Satoru laughing along with them.
They seem to be receiving this well. have been accepting since the beginning, but it's still a relief to see this acceptance.
Not that he will say it out loud, of course.
"Gojo," Hibari speaks up after their mirth subsides. Satoru hums in question to show he's listening which prompts Hibari to continue, "From what I've understood, your society is secretive?"
"Sorta," Satoru makes a "so-so" gesture with his hand. "We don't really interact with non-sorcerers beyond saving them."
"Non-sorcerers?" Chrome inquires softly.
"People like you and others, Chrome-chan," Satoru clarifies. "You don't have those techniques and means to use them. That's when us, Jujutsu sorcerers, come into play. "
"And yet, Mukuro knows about you and your society," Hayato comments with a suspicious look towards Mukuro.
"Reborn too," Tsuna adds, having noticed the lack of surprise from her tutor at the revelation like Satoru did. "You knew from the beginning."
"Yes." The man confirms a fact they already know. "Flame users and Jujutsu sorcerers usually don't interact, but it happens from time to time."
So, that's what Tsuna and others call themselves: Flame users. Makes sense, given those cocoons of theirs seem like fire, albeit in the rainbow colors, and don't feel like Cursed Energy. Good to finally have a name, at least.
"Plus, Gojo Satoru's birth shook the world; not only that of jujutsu, but the flame of users too," Satoru returns his attention to the subject at hand as Rokudo continues his tale; his lips crook into a hateful parody of a smile, and his kanji eye burns with hellfire. "Estraneo were especially curious to see if they could combine Cursed Energy and Flames."
The foreign name, possibly Italian from the sounds of it, is unknown to Satoru, but it provokes the reaction out of his friends: hate and disgust roll from them in waves, he can practically taste them on his tongue, and he sees Chrome stroke Mukuro's arm in comfort, which the guy surprisingly accepts. He doesn't have to ask who those Estraneo are — or were, considering the past tense — their reactions are more than enough to understand the implications, so he just moves the conversation along. "Were their attempts successful?"
"Partly as you can see," Rokudo gestures to his red eye. "With this, I can perceive Curses, but I have no Cursed Energy, only Flames," Rokudo's expression turns grimly satisfied. "Still, it was more than enough to send them to hell."
"Good riddance," the usually kind Chrome says darkly, and Satoru finds himself agreeing with the sentiment. Others share it too. Some people really deserve what's coming for them.
"I have a question," Kyoko's voice cuts through the grim atmosphere, effectively dispersing it. "What is Cursed Energy and Curses? You've mentioned them several times now."
"Cursed Energy is energy made of negative emotions, Kyoko-chan," Satoru explains. "All people have it, but only those above average can perceive Curses. Also, Cursed Energy is what allows us to use our techniques."
"So, it's a fuel?"
"Yep!" Satoru nods at Hayato's question. "But it's also fuel for Curses."
"How so?" Ryohei asks with a frown.
"Hm," Satoru taps his chin in thought. How to explain it, so it would be easy to understand? He never put up an effort before, but for them, he wants to try. Ah! He got it! "Let's put it this way: what do you hate strong enough to curse it?"
"Those who dare to hurt, Jyuudaime."
"Being not strong enough to protect my friends."
"Those who dare to attack what I consider mine."
"Being alone."
"Being a burden."
"Yes, I've gotten the gist," Satoru says as he gets an answer from everyone, save Reborn. One way or another the response was centered around friendship and family, and he can't help but be in awe of these bonds. "Point is, if you curse something hard and often enough," Satoru snaps his fingers for emphasis, "poof! The curse is born, and it's up to jujutsu sorcerers to exorcize it."
"Sounds like a nasty line of work," Takeshi comments and Satoru snorts at the understatement. "Still, I wonder if we have an above-average count of Cursed Energy."
"Nah, you don't," Satoru says, taking yet another bite of food. "You are a normal person, save for a colorful bubble— Flame, you called it?"
All of them tense at that. "You can see our Flames even when they're not summoned?" Tsuna asks tersely. Clearly, those Flames are not common knowledge. Which made sense — he never saw this fire until this lot.
"Could since the day we met," Satoru informs, still chewing. "It was a blast, let me tell ya. My Six Eyes never saw something so intense."
"So this is why you wear glasses, " Tsuna murmurs in understanding. "Do they hurt now?"
"No, I've gotten used to this rainbow by now," Satoru replies truthfully, though he appreciates the concern. "And something tells me those Flames of yours and Cursed Energy can't be combined, given Mukuro-kun's story."
"Your intuition would be, right," a new voice joins in from seemingly nowhere, startling everyone. The fancy ring on Takeshi's index finger glows and a pillar of Flame similar to Takeshi's appears, soon revealing a person. It turns out to be a guy, dressed in traditional clothes — either he's from the Heian era, a shinto priest, or just a fan of attire — and has a strong resemblance to Takeshi. Satoru would consider them brothers if not for the glow around the guy–wait, glow?! Does that mean this thing is a… ghost?! Satoru blinks in quick succession, even pinches himself but the guy doesn't disappear.
Not the trick then.
That means one of two things: either Bianchi poisoned the food with her ability or he officially lost it. But Bianchi didn't even come anywhere near the kitchen, so it's definitely the latter.
Huh, imagine that. The Strongest going bonkers. Must be the Sorcerer Killer's fault. That's it. He's blaming this on Toji, doesn't matter that he blew the guy to smithereens himself, and therefore it shouldn't be possible. The fucker nearly killed him and now he's experiencing the consequences, he's definitely to blame.
Damn you, Fushiguro Toji!
AN: And that's all for now! Next chapter is Vongola's turn at explaining things. Untill then, Gojo is blaming Toji XD