So this is my second ever fanfic. JJK just took me by storm and became my favorite anime out of the blue so I choose it to write about as my second one. The main character oc of mine is Shohei (Show-Hey)Gojo. He's apart of the Gojo clan obviously and rather than this chapter I'd like to explain his cursed techniques only a few chapters ahead. I'll start up the background of Shohei and his relationships with the others real soon. I hope you enjoy reading. All credit to Gege Akutami and his original work.
Satoru and Shohei Gojo were roaming around the city, on their off time and enjoying the afternoon bustle of the busy people.
The two stood out rather strongly in the crowded streets even from their rather tall heights alone.
Satoru wore fully tinted black glasses that were a sharp contrast to his cloud white hair, along with a black sweater and white pants for his street clothes, rather than his uniform that he was always in nowadays.
Shohei's black hair freckled with white dots was hanging low over his forehead and eyes, completely masking them. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a JAXA sweatshirt.
"Are you hungry, cause I could eat," Satoru drawled to his 16 year old little cousin, nudging him out of a blank faced daze.
"Hmm? Oh, sure. I could eat," Shohei replied, slipping back into reality.
"Well what're you feeling? I could go for something sweet right about now."
Satoru had pulled up his phone to look for a spot to eat nearby, but he got no response from Shohei who was already staring off in the distance at the sun that had finally begun to fall behind the tall buildings of Sendai.
"Earth to Sho," Satoru said, tapping on the boy's head. "We need to get you some attention span training."
"How do you think Megumi is holding up with his mission?" Shohei asked.
Satoru had rolled his head back and let out a massive sigh.
"You've got to realise he's more capable than some grown sorcerers. I'm sure he is doing fine. All the cursed spirits he might run into are little bugs scraping for a power up from the cursed object anyway," the older man said.
His phone went off soon after and Satoru answered.
"Gojo here," he spoke into the phone in a sing-song voice.
"You're probably right. I only ever worry because he never communicates what he's thinking so I don't know how to help his angst riddled butt."
Shohei crouched down and wallowed in the fact that Megumi rarely ever talked about his feelings with him through their entire shared childhood.
Satoru had been on the phone for quite some time without even saying a word seemingly because the caller apparently had so much to say.
He began to tap his foot impatiently, waiting for the caller to let him speak.
"Okay okay. I'll go check up on it. I've got some sightseeing to finish first here in Sendai, an appetite to curb, and I'll need to change, but then I'll head straight over with Shohei too."
"Higher ups?" Shohei asked knowing it was.
"They call so much they're making my data bills rack up," Satoru spat, hanging up the phone.
"Your paranoia might be well placed actually. They called about the Cursed Object Retrieval Mission Megumi was on. They say it's taking longer than they expected and are pondering if Megumi is capable of it."
"They don't know what they're talking about!" Shohei rose up in protest.
"Of course Megumi can handle it. He can handle it better than their dusty asses could do."
"Big talk for the worry wort who was sweating over if he could five minutes ago," Satoru said, brushing off the boy's rebellious claims and continuing to walk down the street.
"I said we'd check it out after we were finished checking this place out. Come on, let's go get some goodies from Kikusui. It's just down here."
"Sure, but let's make it quick. I don't like shopping districts," Shohei huffed, hustling along to Satoru's side.
The two sorcerers made it to the Food market and quickly began strolling through and examining what they'd like.
They quickly skipped over everything that wasn't particularly sweet and tried to sniff out something to calm down the older man's sweet tooth.
"Here's some kikufuku, Satoru. It's supposed to be one of Sendai's best foods," Shohei shouted and waved across the space.
"That sounds perfect actually. What flavors are there?" The man asked, perking up and speeding over.
"Umm. Green tea, whipped cream, and roasted green tea," Shohei said, trying to sniff some through the packaging.
"I don't like roasted green tea flavor. Lets get some whipped cream ones," Gojo said, sticking out his tongue at the roasted green tea ones and pulling out his credit card.
"Only if you actually share this time," Shohei said, slapping the slightly taller man in the back of his head, making him bite his tongue.
Gojo senior stood back up straight and cursed the younger boy while smacking him back.
"Let's hurry up and get out of here and change into our uniforms," Satoru muttered through his throbbing tongue.
The two returned to Tokyo high, the home base of all sorcerers stationed in and near Tokyo, to change into their uniforms.
They made their way outside, making their final preparations to leave.
Satoru Gojo was dressed in an all black, purple tinted, high collared jacket with matching black blindfold and boots.
Shohei Gojo was dressed in a similar outfit, but more tinted dark blue and no blindfold to cover his own eyes, but just his own hanging hair.
Shohei and Gojo didn't make an effort to go on missions or errands with each other as student and teacher, but as cousins who acted like big and little brothers, they didn't mind going on one if either were called to and the other was around.
They were always on missions, usually by themselves, but they enjoyed each other's company no matter how brief the job was.
They did their best to let the other handle the work if it was their own mission however, but both knew that it was bad manners to get in the other's way.
"Can you just drag me along too?" Shohei asked Satoru, who was rifling through the bag of kikufuku.
"Sure thing, but you should really get used to traveling short distances like this by yourself," Satoru said, hooking his arm through the bag and Shohei's outstretched arm.
"I don't have your eyes that make stopping or even slowing easier. And why aren't you just leaving the kikufuku?" Shohei said.
"I'm bringing it so we don't have to use another bag if we choose to shop a little more. I'm taking your advice on recycling more, Shohei," Satoru informed, putting on a wider grin and light air of seriousness when talking about waste.
"Let's just get going," Shohei grimaced, tensing his body for the shock that soon followed.
Satoru Gojo had taken flight at supersonic speeds, dragging along Shohei who was seemingly as unfazed as Satoru himself.
Both their hair, clothes, and even bag did not rustle in the supposed whipping, stinging winds of such speeds.
The landscape below was blurred into one individual mass of streaking city and car lights and the darkness of forests and alleys for only a few brief seconds before they reached their intended destination.
"And here we are," the white hair man cheered happily.
The boys had landed on a small street several yards away from a large middle school, covered in shadows of the night time. The shadows themselves seemed to be moving from some otherworldly effect that was taking place.
"It's convenient and all, but I wish we could enjoy the stars while flying more," Shohei sighed, rolling his head and shaking out his limbs.
"You can do that when you choose to start flying by yourself. Until then, the need for speed is all I've got," Satoru teased the younger boy.
As quickly as the man joked he lowered and calmed his tone asking, "Do you feel the cursed energy already, Sho?"
"Yea, I do," he agreed. He had felt the dread in the air and ominous presence the moment they came to a halt on the ground.
"I can feel Megumi's energy right by where it's the most potent too."
"Then let's go do our job," Satoru cheered, jumping off into the night sky in the blink of an eye.
Shohei sighed in exasperation that Jujutsu sorcerer's missions go sideways so often. The boy followed Satoru's lead and jumped over the school's bordering walls and onto the building.
As Shohei came slowly floating down onto the scene, he quickly did his best to analyze it all before taking action.
There was a shirtless pinked haired boy facing an extremely battered and crouching Megumi who was in his, as known by Satoru and Sho, "Shit got serious" fighting stance with his shadows swirling around him.
Megumi Fushiguro was a fair skinned boy with a contrasting head of wild black hair. His green eyes were like jewels amongst the cold stone that was his face, stoic and often indifferent to any events occurring.
Megumi was a currently the only first-year at Jujutsu High and Satoru's student. Shohei was a second-year but often spent his time with either of the two as they were basically his family. Satoru raised Megumi and his sister alongside Shohei who was prescribed to the man by their clan at a young age for lifelong training.
"What's the situation?" Satoru asked, announcing himself and Shohei who were, until then, unnoticed by the others.
"Gojo-sensei?! Gojo-senpai? Why are you here?" Megumi asked, accidentally dispersing his shadows as he looked back at the two.
"Hey," the two Gojo's greeted with a wave to the black haired boy in his own classic, but damaged school uniform.
"We weren't planning on coming," the older Gojo said leaning forward to examine Megumi, "but man, you're roughed up."
"Honestly, when isn't he? For a second-grade you always end up bloody and ready to pull out all your final stops for a fight," Shohei said, walking up to the younger boy and lending him a hand in standing up.
Shohei patted the boy down and flicked his nose as a small scolding.
"You're always knocking me on my butt when we train, but how come you always end up more hurt than I ever am?"
"Maybe he'll learn from some minor embarrassment."
Gojo senior stepped up, pulling out his phone and taking a dozen pictures of the bloody Megumi with his flash on.
"I should show the second years. Face this way," Satoru said, getting all the angles.
"Send those to the group chat for me," Shohei said, looking over Satoru's shoulder at the photos with a small grin.
"We trust you in getting the job done either way Megumi, but the higher-ups asked us to so you know we've got to get involved, otherwise Satoru and them bump heads instead of letting it all slide."
"They shouldn't be so stuck in their own dying ways so much," Satoru muttered with no smile on his face, but then immediately put it back on.
"The high-ups wouldn't shut up with a special-grade cursed object gone missing," Satoru said as he kept going through the photos.
"We were sightseeing when we got the call so we finished up and came here," Shohei finished the retelling.
"So did you find it?" Satoru asked, looking up from his phone at Megumi.
"Umm," the pink haired boy spoke up for the first time.
He had a little blood on him too. The school behind him was utterly wrecked and Megumi did have up a fighting stance against him earlier, so Shohei wondered if he was a threat.
"Sorry, but I ate it," the boy said, a little reserved but calm, pointing at himself and waving at the group.
There was a slightly longer lul in the conversation after he said that.
"For real?" Satoru asked casually.
"For real," both Megumi and the boy said just as casually.
Shohei chuckled at Megumi and the thought of how weirded out the higher-ups probably will get after hearing that news.
Satoru leaned over almost completely sideways before walking up to the boy and getting right in his face.
The man kept silent and only made quizzical noises a few inches away from the boy's face. He appeared to be staring him in the eyes, but him wearing a blindfold looked like it puzzled the boy even more than where the two strangers came from or who they even were.
Satoru chuckled and leaned in even closer and said, "Damn, it really did combine with you. That's hilarious. Anything off with your body?"
Shohei thought this whole predicament wasn't going to be the best after the higher-ups called, but with a civilian eating a cursed object could have unknown and probably terrible consequences on themselves or anyone dealing with them from the Jujutsu World.
The most Shohei could hope for was no direct consequences for himself or Satoru to where that's all he'd hear about every time they saw each other.
"Not particularly," the boy told Satoru, rotating his arm and balancing on one foot.
"Can you switch with Sukuna?" Satoru asked.
At that immediate moment Shohei gave up all hope that nothing would affect him.
He didn't know the cursed object in question that the civilian ate was one of Sukuna's fingers. How could the most powerful cursed spirit's remains that are still flowing with fractions of his power not cause a stir in the entire Jujutsu community when a civilian just so happened to eat it, and probably get possessed or controlled by him.
Shohei hated his job sometimes.
"Sukuna?" the boy asked.
"The freaking curse you ate," Shohei said from next to Megumi, holding his hands over his face in subtle aggravation.
In the prime and Golden Age of Jujutsu sorcery, Ryomen Sukuna was an insurmountable force that every sorcery of the age attempted to overthrow and failed. In his death he because a cursed spirit from all the fear surrounding his name and power.
Shohei hated politics, especially Family blood and board influenced ones that pulled him into it.
"Oh… Yea, I think I can do that," the boy said to Shohei's surprise. The boy hadn't had the look or sound of shock the entire time spent on the roof.
"Well you're up Sho," Satoru said, waving along Shohei.
"You need the practice at hand to hand, so no attacking techniques. The King of Curses fresh out of the toe jam should be a good enough test to see if Megumi knocking you on your butt did you any good."
"Dang it," Shohei huffed.
He walked up to the pink haired boy and said, "I won't crush or tear your body. I'll probably just be evading the whole time."
"Oh no you won't," Satoru yelled as he backed up to stand by Megumi. "I expect you to land some punches here, otherwise I'll have you go back to wrestling Panda for training."
"Wait wait wait," the boy said, still calm. "Why are we gonna fight?"
"We aren't," Shohei said, motioning at the two of them standing face to face.
"You're gonna hand your body over to Sukuna for about ten seconds while Mr.Blindfold takes notes." Sho threw his thumb over his shoulder to the grown man grinning and taking a video like it was a school yard fight. "Don't worry. I'm probably second strongest in my grade, and Satoru back there is the flatout strongest. Nothing will get out of hand."
"Okay," the boy said, closing his eyes to concentrate.
Immediately, Shohei wasn't paying attention to him anymore, but rather focused on the stars that seemed to be shining especially bright at that moment.
"Here Megumi," Satoru said, passing Megumi some kikufuku to have. "We got them from Sendai, where it's supposed to be their specialty. We were gonna take a bullet train back home and have them then."
Shohei looked back and said, "Save some for me Megumi. Satoru never shares-"
The swipe of a clawed hand slashed past the area where Shohei's head just was. The boy had dodged and was crouching down on one knee.
In the blink of an eye, Shohei threw up a kick into the curse's chin and sent him flying into the already crumbling building behind them, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"For crying out loud," grunted a four eyed blur that came speeding out of the cloud in a different voice than the boy from earlier towards the already standing Shohei. "You sorcerer's are always trouble, no matter what era."
Shohei pivoted on one foot and twirled on the spot to behind the dashing Sukuna. The curse had gone to turn and throw a punch, but Shohei already threw a massive body shot into its back, echoing several cracks into the night air and sending the curse tearing up some concrete and skidding on the ground towards Megumi and Satoru.
The four eyed curse rolled onto its hands and feet and came face to knees with the other two watching.
It looked like the boy as if there was no possession or change, beside the two eyes sprouting on the boys cheeks under his original eyes. There was also an undeniable aura of malicious intent coming from the curse in the boy.
"Though that doesn't mean much to me," the curse said, spreading a devilish grin across his face as he threw a punch at Megumi.
Shohei's hand grab his chin from over his head to slam his mouth shut and throw him spinning back the other way before any punch connected.
The curse spun and landed on its feet to see Shohei already having closed the distance, winding up a large punch.
Sukuna grinned again and slipped under it and threw a punch at Shohei's wide open torso, hoping to stun him. Sukuna's punch had unexpectedly been parried by some cursed technique and gone diving down into the concrete roof, dragging him with it and throwing him off balance.
Shohei proceeded to land one final blow on the back of Sukuna's head, knocking him to the ground, and creating a shallow crater.
"Eight, nine, ten," Shohei said, exhaling a huff of air. "That should be times up."
Just like Shohei said, the eyes signifying who was controlling the body closed into thin slits under the boy's original set that seemed like dismissible birthmarks.
"Oh," the pink haired kid said very lightly, rolling over on the ground. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes it is," Shohei said, offering him a hand to stand up. "Are you?"
"Thanks for asking. Yea, I'm alright," pink hair said, appreciating the boy's friendly demeanor even after getting thrown around a building.
Shohei thought that he handled the fight and Sukuna all really well. Surprisingly well in fact, as he stood up with no visible lasting damage.
"Hey hey hey," Satoru said, walking over, sounding very impressed. "I'm shocked. You really can control it."
"He's kind of annoying, though," the boy said, slapping his head like an old TV or car. "I can hear his voice."
"It's a miracle that's all he's doing," Satoru said, coming up to the boy, holding up two fingers, and tapping him in between his eyes. His eyes went wide and then soon fell shut as he slumped over as Satoru caught him.
"You killed him!" Shohei screamed, wide eyes hidden by his bangs.
"What did you do?" Megumi asked calmer.
"Knocked him out," Satoru corrected. "If he isn't possessed by Sukuna when he wakes up, he might have potential as a vessel."
"I can't tell you if that's better or worse," Shohei said, calmer than before. "Why would we want the host of a reanimated Sukuna walking around?
"I have a question for Megumi first," Satoru said, looking up from the boy slumped in his arms to the one still holding the kikufuku. "What should we do with him?"
Megumi let out a breath and paused for a moment. "Even if he is a vessel, Jujutsu regulations demand Itadori be executed."
That was just what Sho expected out of the cut and dry Megumi he knew.
"However, I don't want to let him die," Megumi finished
"Oh?" Shohei voiced his genuine surprise.
"Your personal feelings?" Satoru asked, with curiosity in his own voice too.
"Yes," Megumi said directly and firmly. "Please do something about this."
"Now it's a request from a precious student," Satoru chuckled as he hoisted the boy onto his shoulder. "Leave it to me," Satoru reassured Megumi, giving him a thumbs up.
"Oh, it's set in stone now if Satoru is making it happen," Shohei said, patting Megumi on the shoulder with a small grin of his own. Megumi winced and Sho saw all of Megumi's wounds again. "My bad. Let's go back home and get you stitched up."