Juju Stroll: A Useless Technique

March 20th, 2014

"Hey, Gramps."

Looking away from his bowl of cake dough, Wasuke turned to find his grandson hovering below him.

"What do you want, Yuji? Shouldn't you be playing games with your friends? Azusa got that Xbox One for your birthday. I thought you would be enjoying it."

"Relax, old man, we are. I just wanted to know if you've gotten me anything for my B-Day," Yuji grinned, only to narrow his eyes as his grandpa sweated slightly. "And you've forgotten again."

"No, I just find the cake batter very interesting?" Wasuke grunted, stirring the batter before pouring it into the pan. "I…waasss…"

*Silence*

"..."

"..."

"Alright. I forgot to get you a gift, you greedy little brat," He sighed warily. "Just take some cash from my wallet, and we'll call it even."

Shuffling his feet briefly, Yuji said. "Actually, there is something I want to get. If you let me have it, we'll be even."

"What is it?"

"I want to dye my hair."

Shoving the cake into the oven, Wasuke raised his brow towards his grandson.

"Come again?"

Pointing to himself, Yuji repeated. "I. Want. To. Dye. My. Hair."

"I heard it the first time, but why? Why do you want to dye your hair?"

Rubbing his blonde locks, the young boy explained. "It just doesn't feel right," Yuji continued, unaware of his grandfather's twitching fingers. "I've had this color for eleven years of my life. I shouldn't be this uncomfortable with it, but I can't get rid of this feeling that it shouldn't be blonde. So, I'm hoping that dying my hair will help me find a more suitable color."

Staring at Wasuke with pure eyes, Yuji tilted his head. "So, can I dye my hair?"

Leaning against the kitchen counter, thinking hard.

"Fine," Wasuke nodded, much to his grandson. "Come to my room. I'll get you set up."

"You," Yuji reeled back, looking his grandpa up and down. "I don't think that will take the years of that face."

"Shut up, little shit," Smacking the brat upside his head, Wasuke led to his room. "I know what I'm doing. You're not the first to come to me about this crap."

After some preparation, Yuji sat on Wasuke's bed with a tower wrapped around his neck.

With a suspicious glare, Yuji muttered. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"For the last time, Yes."

"Alright, so I was thinking we should start with black and see how things go from there," Wasuke rolled his eyes at his request, walking over to his grandchild. "If it doesn't feel right, then we'll move onto-"

"False Life."

Snapping his fingers in front of his face, Wasuke watched Yuji's eyes become blurring before his head dropped.

Standing over his grandson, Wasuke stared somberly and recalled simpler times.

December 13th, 2006

A loud scream echoed across the house as a man rushed out of the kitchen, pushing the door aside.

Finding his wife standing petrified, the man grabbed her shoulders, shaking her gently. "Kaori! What Happened!? Is Yuji-" Grabbing her husband, the scarred woman twirled him around, and he screamed as they bore witness to the scene before them.

Nuzzled in his sleepy grandfather's arms, their little tiger giggled happily at their silly faces, his blonde patch of hair brushed against his tiger pajamas.

"He's blonde, Jin," Kaori stammered hysterically, shaking her husband violently. "My pink baby tiger is blonde. WHY IS HE BLONDE!?"

The most likely culprit was…

"Dad!" Jin shouted at his father, who slowly looked back. "Explain!?"

"Before I pull out my technique!" The Wife threatened as the decorations and furniture trembled at her voice.

However, Wasuke leaned into the white vibrated sofa, sighing happily.

"That undid some bad knots on my back. You should do this more often, Kamo."

"Dad," Jin said, glancing at his wife as Cursed Energy flowed out of Kaori. "Why is our son blonde?"

"Relax, I gave him… a little makeover."

"No. A makeover is a cute little hat or a shirt with a few sweet words," She snarled, pointing at Itadori. "This is dyeing a three-year-old baby."

"I didn't actually dye his hair. That would've to take too long," Wasuke remarked, tapping the couch as it changed from white to blue. "On my way here, I fought this high-grade Cursed Spirit, and you wouldn't believe this sh-"

"Language."

"-Dumb technique it had," He resumed, rolling his eyes. "It kept vanishing, so I thought it had an invisibility technique I was dying to have, but no," the old man groaned, shaking his head as Yuji's tiger pajamas went from orange to white. "No, No. It's a Cursed Technique thatchanges colors."

Blinking, Jin muttered. "That's…something."

"A Semi First Grade Curse with a Technique, and this is what I get," Wasuke said. "I guess what they say is true: Cursed Energy comes in many forms."

Clapping her hands together, Kaori tilted her head cutesy, smiling gently. "That's nice, but how about we get back on the topic of you fixing our baby's hair."

"Why?"

"Because the other parents will think we dyed Yuji's floof."

"Since when do you care what they think?"

"I don't, but it gets tiresome hearing them go on and on about proper parenting," Kaori scoffed, rubbing her scarred forehead. "Telling me to do something about my scars. I'm proud of them and…quit changing the subject."

"You're the one doing that," The Itadori men thought as Jin chuckled softly. "She does have a point, Dad. Please, change it back."

Looking at his grandson, Wasuke grunted. "I don't think I will."

"Was-" "Why?"

"His eyes remind me of your mother," Wasuke confessed, silencing them both. "Those eyes carry the same fire she held back when she was around, and I couldn't see any uses for this technique, so…"

"A sob story isn't going to-" Kaori frowned, crossing her arms, only for Jin to lay his hand on her shoulder, looking over to find him covering his mouth. "I always forget how soft my husband can be over family."

As she sighed, Jin breathed deeply. "Alright, Dad. How about a deal? Yuji's hair can stay blonde until the end of the month. On New Year's Eve, you must change it back."

Waving him off, Wasuke said. "Fine, fine. See, no problem."

Turning towards his wife, Jin grinned as Kaori nodded, albeit annoyed at her father-in-law's sly smirk.

"Whatever. I might as well prepare myself for the day he may want to try hair dye. As long as it isn't tattoos. *Shivers* The thought of that disgusting ink on my baby. Gods."

Snorting, The old man jeered. "Know us. I wouldn't if this brat will get decked out in full body tattoos."

"NOOOO!" Gripping her hair, she shook her head and whined. "Don't say that!"

Awkwardly, her husband stepped away from his wife, looking from side to side.

"I don't think that would be a bad thing. We have to accept that Yuji will be his own-Ugh!"

Suddenly, Kaori lifted her husband off his feet despite his tone build.

"Oh no, you don't! Your father has already dyed our baby's hair. I will not tolerate tattoos," She snapped, shaking Jin around. "At least until he's 22."

"But, didn't you tell me you got a tattoo when you were 16? A bunch of cherries on your-"

Her face now bright red, she shouted violently, throwing her husband like a bouncing ball.

Amidst all this chaos, the culprit leaned back in his seat, watching the madness as his grandson giggled cheerfully, clapping his little hands at the sight.

March 20th, 2014

"Those were the good days," Wasuke thought solemnly. "I'd gotten too soft by then and forgot a vital lesson taught to all Sorcerers."

Kaori, Where is Jin?

Please look after Yuji, Father-in-law.

No matter what happens, know that we will always love you. My beautiful baby.

Everyone dies at any time for a vast number of reasons.

So many things happened at such a rapid pace that Wasuke had forgotten all about that promise.

Caressing Yuji's blonde locks, his Grandfather muttered. "Better late than never, I suppose."

"Cursed Technique Removal: Vibrant View."

Shaking his head, Yuji opened his eyes to find a mirror in front of him.

"All done, brat. Hope you like it because I'm not wasting another thirty minutes applying dye to your little head."

Tilting and turning his head, he examined the pink hair with a black undercut and smiled after a minute. "I'll like it. Told ya I'd look good with pink."

"Yeah, yeah," Wasuke smirked. "False Life manipulates the memories of anyone I choose. I love this Technique, especially when dealing with the boy."

"Hey Geezer, the cake is done. I had to pull it out, but I don't know-" The door opened to reveal Azusa as she poked her head inside, only to notice the child's new hair. "Yuji, that's…"

"Like it? Apparently, the old man is good for something after all."

"Screw off," Wasuke grunted as a thought crossed his mind. "Oh, and you're not allowed any tattoos before 20."

"Why would I want one?"

"Precautions."

Chuckling at their antics, Azusa smiled. "You look amazing, Yuji. Why not show it to Gina?"

"Yes," Yuji jumped, running out of the room. "YO GINA! Check me out!"

As they stood in silence, it was Asuka who broke it.

"Vibrant View?"

"Yep."

Tilting her head, she hummed softly. "I thought you hated that Technique?"

"As a sorcerer, it's fucking useless Technique," Wasuke admitted, but listening to his grandson's excited chatter, he smiled. "That said, even useless ones have their uses occasionally."

Azusa smirked. "Yeah."

They left the room, eager to continue the celebration.

And here is the Christmas short. I hope everyone enjoyed the Juju Stroll. I am considering creating these Strolls. Anywho, I plan to make two chapters in a row for King Throne as two-parters that will demonstrate how different KT is from JJK.

I've also reviewed the comments from these past months, and I'm happy to see all the feedback(both positive and negative), like how pointless it was to use Japanese titles like Juryuko due to subtitles. I'll admit I used these titles to avoid repeating the exact words too frequently, but I'm changing it anyway.

Remember, criticism is all right if it doesn't become too personal. I'm not afraid to delete comments if they're only here to trash my stories. If you don't like them, then don't read them.

Now then, you can hear from me sometime soon; goodbye.

Merry Christmas, Everyone.