AN: It's been a while hasnt it. Im not

even going to try and make an excuse for why I havent posted a chapter, except that I tried making it longer, and failed

Hope you like it though!

Also, a random guest tried to tell me to stop writing this, if you don't like it, don't bother reading it!

As we slowly made our way back to our home, Satoru and I both agreed, in order to avoid getting in more trouble to not mention a word about the unfortunate accident. When our mother, Akane Gojo, saw the large, purplish lump that rested on my reckless brother's head, she looked at me, and in a sickeningly sweet tone, asked me exactly why, my brother was in that state.

Our plan to not say a word instantly fell apart from one look.

That earned both of us a 2 week grounding.

POV: Toji Fushiguro (3rd Person)

As Toji Fushiguro walked throughout the busy street, donned in a form fitting black shirt and ripped blue jeans, a man, dressed in a dark blue robe, followed him, expertly maneuvering around the packed crowd.

However, Toji wasn't the former best bounty hunter for no reason, noticing him and moving into a dark

alleyway, waiting for the man to follow. As soon as the the robed person took a step into the alleyway, a hand wrapped around his throat, dragging him in.

"What do you want?" whispered the father of Megumi Fushiguro, annoyance clear in his low tone "And if your answer doesn't please me, or comes to slow, I'll make sure your death is a slow one."

"Peace, peace," said the cloaked man, looking unbothered despite the fact that he had been caught.

"I simply wanted to...buy your services."

"Services? Don't you know I've given up on that life? If that's all you have to say, say your last words now."

Oh? You've given up that life? Well, I'm sure I could convince you otherwise...You are in a rather precarious financial situation, are you not? Because the bounty for this particular person is2.5 billion yen."

The black haired man blinked in surprise."Interesting...who exactly is this person?"

"The boy's name is Kānryo Gojo, and I require him alive. Make sure his eyes are unharmed, aside from that do whatever you want. Now, then, when you have the boy, come to this location." And with that, the man disappeared, leaving a note behind.

Picking up the note, the Fushiguro patriarch snorted and walked away, with the note tucked securely in his pocket.

Kānryo (POV)

I stared intensley at the tree. And I stared more. And I stared more.

You're probably wondering why I'm staring at the tree, aren't you?

Well, to answer that, I was trying to replicate the feeling i got when Satoru was unconscious. Now that the entire fiasco was over, I could look at it from a detached point of view, and realised that there was something off abouth the entire scenario, and was attempting to do it again. I did it, but not in the way I expected.

After what felt like hours (but in reality was only 10 minutes) of glaring at the tree, I lost it, amd with all my strength -which wasn't much- slammed my fist into the tree, and succeeded in splitting the skin of my fist, and not really harming the tree at all.

However, that wasn't what I was focused on.

No, I was focused on the fact, that in my rage, I had managed to reactivate that ability once more, where everything slowed down, including me. Now that I had regained my memories, I had an inkling of what it could it be. But to confirm my thoughts, I slipped back into my room (which Satoru had turned into a mess, again) and stared at my bedside mirror.

And in my eyes I saw a single tomoe circling lazily around a black dot in a sea of red.

I saw the Sharingan.