VRRrrrrr.

"Gah!" Denji screamed slightly as he was jolted awake, revived, and immediately felt a small chainsaw jutt out his forehead. If he had more blood then he would've fully transformed, but when he was low on blood the transformation was only partial. "Ow fuck, that stings..." He mumbled as he opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar room.

It was plastered with creepy symbols and unfamiliar writing. When he tried moving, he realized his arms were bound behind his back and he was stuck in a kneeling position.

'Darn, did I get caught?'

He tried recalling what had happened that led him to this situation. He had been held up in a mall with people supposed to protect from assassins after his heart, something, something, ah, and then he stepped on a nail and his body started floating. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain and his body was ripped into by invisible fangs, then he died.

'Great, some jackass probably caught me when I couldn't fight.'

"Yo, you awake?"

He was startled by the voice, because he couldn't see anyone, but after blinking away some of the blood that spilled into his eyes, he noticed someone standing right in front of him dressed in black.

"Hey! Let me go right now or else!" Denji yanked at his bindings, but they didn't budge. "Come on, untie me and fight me fairly. I'll kick your assassin ass." When he realized he couldn't pull his body forward, he swung the half-formed chainsaw on his forehead about.

"Wow, your friend wasn't lying. Just by pulling the cord on your chest, I brought you back to life." The man had white hair.

'Friend? I was sold out? Oh wait, fuck, Power.'

He suddenly recalled that while he was floating, Power had been nearby him and was cheering him on, she even hopped on his body as if she was steering him. "After I kill you, I'll kill her too."

It stung a bit to be betrayed, about as much as a spicy curry. He thought him and Power were at least following the same rules of cooperation, but still she was a Fiend and she wanted to suck his blood until he died, so he wasn't too shocked that she would sell him out if it benefited her. He would definitely have done the same.

"You know, it's funny. If the higher-ups could see the difference between you and the vessel, they would probably reconsider a few things." The man chuckled.

"Stop speaking nonsense and let me go! Why do you even want my heart that badly? How 'bout you take a punch instead, or a kick!" Denji threw his body back as hopped on one foot and swung his other foot out, his shin was caught on something before it could make contact with the assassin.

The blindfolded man laughed some more. "Well, whether or not you were half as behaved doesn't really matter to them, but fortunately your friend made a good case, and they eventually placed your executions on hold for now."

"Ehn, hun, hufn." Denji tried wriggling around and kicking the man some more, but eventually the words he just heard registered. "Wait, huh? What?" The idea that Power would sell him out made sense, but he couldn't comprehend her convincing a bird to fly. And it didn't even make sense that she would sell him and then save him.

'Executions?'

He realized that the man had used a plural.

"Maybe I should explain some stuff, but honestly, verbal teaching just isn't in my cards. It's just such a hassle." Although reluctant, the man explained what had happened.

While the man, Gojo, was out helping his student and recruiting a new one, Denji and Power suddenly appeared nearby. She was laughing uproariously on his corpse and screaming about her grand escape.

Apparently, they had been from another world and time, and this world didn't have Devils or Devil Hunters, but it did have Cursed Spirits and Cursed Spirit Hunters.

Gojo had thought Power was a Cursed Spirit possessing a corpse, but he realized his mistake when he noticed she didn't have much Cursed Energy. She went on a groveling rant about how she and Denji were Devil Hunters, and they were from a special division that employed Devil-Human Hybrids.

She explained how Denji had the heart of a Chainsaw Devil, and she had the heart of a Blood Devil, but they were still technically humans. The technicality had been enough to earn them the same treatment here as they were used to, they could hunt or be hunted.

Denji couldn't really comprehend a lot of what the man, Gojo, was talking about, but he did know that Power had definitely tricked them. She was quite literally a Devil possessing a corpse. But, he guessed she did kinda save him or something, so he would keep his mouth shut.

"Why should I work for you? I already have a boss, and she'll come get me sooner or later, and she treats me nicely. She feeds me, gave me a room, and I can take baths, oh and we'll be going to Enoshima when I get back! I'm a faithful person, I won't betray her by teaming up with some old man."

"Ah yes, I was told about her." Gojo rubbed his chin as he faced the roof. "Well, until she appears to take you back, we'll provide you with food, a room, and access to a bathhouse. Oh, and a few magazines, I'm told you like big boobs."

He regretted sharing his stuff with Power, mainly because talking about sex stuff with other guys was messy. It wasn't as big of a deal as clashing dreams, but he was definitely ready to throw down if someone criticized what he enjoyed.

Aki had almost started a fight, claiming that the things he was looking at were filthy and had no place under his roof, but he relented and told Denji to keep it in his own room or else he would throw it out. He knew Aki wasn't that much different from him, but he still rode a moral high horse.

"Whatever." Denji flopped limply. "I guess I can work for you until Makima gets here." He wasn't sure how she would get here, but he had gotten here from what was probably an assassin's Devil Contract, and he doubted it would be too difficult for Makima to make a similar deal along the same lines.

"Great, now I have collected a total of five first year students, I must be like a super teacher or something, but first there's something we have to do."

After being released, Denji was led to a pretty old fashioned area and met another weird man, this time a big guy playing with dolls.

"Want me to kill him?" He already had enough of playing with dolls, and he wondered if his creepy guy was a cursed whatever. "I'll need some more blood to take out my chainsaws, or you could give me an axe or something, shouldn't be too hard to whack this guy."

Gojo laughed again, he seemed to do that often. "No no, this guy is Masamichi Yaga, he is the principal here and you'll need to pass an interview with him if you want to be admitted here, so, good luck." He gave a playful thumbs up.

"Color me surprised, you're actually on time for this one."

"Yes, well I don't want to have three strikes on the same day. That might look bad on my record."

"Let's hurry up, I'm getting hungry." The idea of an interview seemed like a waste of time, Denji had to work or would be killed. So either try to kill or make him work, he would deal with either in a fitting matter.

"I understand, truthfully doing three interviews in a single day is taking up some of my doll making time so I sympathize. Let's get started, why are you here?"

"What, you got brain damage or something? I'm here for an interview, maybe you should write down your schedule if you have trouble remembering."

"No, I'm asking why do you want to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer. What are your reasons for willingly risking your life to fight Curses?"

"Oh this again." Denji grumbled and then he stomped hard as he stood up straight. "What's the deal with people like you!? A reason!? Why do I need a big fucking reason!? I just want to eat, sleep, and shit! I dream about having sex with Makima! I don't give a shit about justice or vengeance! I fight to accomplish my dreams! I'm a town mouse, I'll risk my life for the cheese or whatever!"

Silence filled the air. Goals, reasons, dreams, whatever they were, Denji didn't particularly care, he wanted what he wanted and he would do anything to get it.

Gojo was struggling to hold back his laughter.

The principal stared at Denji, the doll in his hands fell limply on the floor. "So this is the strength of your foolish conviction, huh? Miss Power wasn't exaggerating, you certainly are special. I see, very well, you pass."

"Oh, okay then, uh thanks for the interview, sir." Denji had been more than ready to fight to reinforce just how serious he was, but the sudden drop in tension was a bit awkward for him, he had been fired up and everything.

After that, he was led down a path into what was apparently the dorms.

"I know you don't have anything, so I sent for someone to buy a few essentials. Your room would be well stocked, but if you have a problem, feel free to talk to me about it."

"Oh, uh thanks." Denji still felt awkward, he was being taken seriously and was being treated kindly. It was a bit weird, but he could see a bit of Makima in Gojo. "Hey, uh, sir."

"Yes?"

"Sorry sir, but like, I'm only into chicks. I don't care how kind you are, it's not happening." He decided to set the record straight.

Gojo paused for a brief moment, and then he broke down laughing.

"Hey! I'm being serious, man!"

The white haired man continued to laugh as he held his sides.

The sound of a wooden door being kicked open echoed through the hall. "Denji!" Power took a few running steps before she leapt onto his shoulders. "Fly Denji! Fly Denji! We have to go back! They don't have 'Detective Magician' here! We have to go back! Fly Denji!"

"Gah! Get Off!" Denji struggled to keep his balance as his hair was yanked about and his neck was being squeezed between Power's thighs as she tried riding him to cross worlds. "I can't fly you dumbass!"

"Haa!? Whose ass is dumb? It's not mine cause I'm very smart, so it must be yours! Dumbass! Dumbass!"

"Get off or else!" Denji warned her, and when she didn't listen, he twisted his neck and chomped into her thigh with enough force to pierce her pants and bite into her flesh.

"Ow! Feral! Feral, you're feral!" Power swung about and toppled her steed over to the floor. "And you're dumb!" As her blood flooded his mouth, she formed blood spikes to explode out his cheeks.

"Agh!"

And she laughed victoriously over him, until Gojo grabbed her by the back of her shirt collar and yanked her up silently. "Uh, Denji started it!"

Gulp!

Denji swallowed the mix of his own blood and the left over of Power's blood, it was barely enough to recover from his own fresh wounds. "Nuh-uh, Power started it and I warned her, you heard me warn her right?" He stood up a bit woozy, but otherwise fine, if a bit pissed.

"I was just playing around and he bit me, like a feral animal. I think he has rabies, we should put him down."

"You're the feral animal! You eat raw meat!"

"Nuh-uh! I had vegetables yesterday!"

"You said it tasted like dirt and barfed it back up!"

"You ate barf! Barf-eater! Barf-eater! Barf-eater!"

"Uh, ugly! Bitch! Fat! Uh, uh, your blood tastes like coffee, bitter and gross!"

"Take that back! My blood is sweet! Take that back!" Power squirmed in place as she swung her arms and legs at him.

Before Denji could continue to insult the weak point he just found, he heard the creaking of a door being opened. He looked over and saw a boy with pink hair who stared at them in silence.

AN: Ah, I wanted to write a story with Denji and Power in JJK, that's all, there's no large plot or plans to expand the world a bit, just a bit of fun as these two chaotic forces try to survive in a new world and mess up a few plans as a result.