"Are you sure?" Jogo withholds a sneer at the benign tone in the cursed user's voice, the monk wannabe thinks so highly of himself. The only reason he even tolerates his presence is because Mahito insists this is the best route to their victory against the sorcerers. Sitting beside Hanami he watches as the annoying blonde Curse sorcerer preens like a bug under a microscope at the attention of 'Geto',
Said blonde nods, the ridiculous markings under his eyes catching the light as he does so, "Yes, I was there. And totally would have done something if I had the chance." The flea lies.
"I'm sure you would," the monk replies with a serene smile.
'Geto' shifts from his spot standing and delicately dusting the sand off his robes before musing with a note of disinterest, "Fortunately I don't foresee this new addition to be much of an issue as I'm sure that the council themselves will eventually try something of their own."
"Mah, who cares about those shitty sorcerers, 'bout you just let me get a hold of that pest and be done with it." His de facto leader and comrades sang from his position under the umbrella, his stitched arm morphing into different shapes at his will.
"And be done with it like so quick? Where is the fun in that," 'Geto' says as if speaking to a child which is pretty accurate when describing Mahito.
Jogo isn't the oldest curse he knows but he's been around for a few centuries and likes to think he's one of the top dogs, as the humans like to say.
Mahito pouts, "fine."
"We'll do it your way." His dear friend relents with reluctance.
"Is there any other way," the arrogant ass replies.
See, such a punchable face.
Sitting cross-legged in the center of the room provided by his husband, something he's still reeling over, he tries to relax and lets his thoughts drift away in favor of reaching for this strange newfound power he's gotten.
He doesn't want to sound cliche, but going throughout one's whole life without spiritual power, only to arrive in a new world under strange circumstances, with said newfound powers. It's only natural that he has a hyper-awareness towards the new feeling flowing throughout his very soul.
Sinking further into the plush bed with pillows propping his back, he finally allows himself to let go of any lingering fear slip away.
After a moment or an hour, he doesn't know, but soon he is met with the familiar sensation of falling, but without the adrenaline that accompanies it.
Kenji sits in awe as he finds himself landing gently upon a grassy soft ground.
Looking down at the small meadow surrounding him, he lets his fingers sink into the grass's softness marveling at the purplish hue they have. He can't see that the night sky is casting a constant shadow. He blinks looking around in surprise as he realizes he is in his mindscape.
His eyes dilate and his breath catches as he takes in the sheer beauty that is before him.
He sits on a small island surrounded by a lake filled with pink crystal-like lily pads scattered throughout the surface varying in sizes. He suspects that by their sturdy appearance, they could hold him, and at the thought, they seem to shift into a path leading towards the shore across.
He can also make out amethyst-colored rocks peaking out of the lake water mixing in with the sky's iridescent glow
'Amazing!' He thinks not very eloquently for he is too stunned by the beauty before him to truly articulate what he sees.
Looking beyond the lake he can just make out a vast forest of towering trees so dark that they seem to be dipped in a black hole, it's only a silvery outline that gives them each definition. The darkness contrasts greatly against the all-encompassing spiraling galaxy coloring the night sky.
However, what truly catches his attention is the enormous full moon hovering just above the tree line.
He has never seen the moon glisten in the sky like this, though he supposes that makes sense since he is in a formerly fictional world and is now unwittingly (but not complaining) married.
Does he get cuddle privileges? 'Cause that would make everything he's gonna deal with worth it.
A Twilight-like pink color flickers in the corner of his eyes drawing his gaze from the giant celestial body and his inner turmoil to admire the way the shimmering petal sways gently onto the ground.
Looking behind him finds the source of all the petals falling around him, and he is stunned by what he sees.
Kenji shifts onto his knees inching closer as he takes in the behemoth of a Sakura tree that stands before him. But it's no ordinary tree, for the whole thing seems to be made out of some type of crystal that mimics the galaxy that sits high in the sky.
Kenji feels anticipation as he reaches with the tips of his fingers to touch the trunk of the tree.
Knowing deep in his bones no harm will come to him. As his fingers meet the surface of the tree a strange sensation jolts through him at the same time the area he touches lights up from the contact before pulsing like a heartbeat. It then creeps along the trunk like vines continuing until he draws his hand back and the light proceeds to slowly recede.
Before he can investigate further he is drawn out of his mindscape by the feeling of two hands squishing his face, as he recedes from his mindscape he is met with the sight of Satoru, as the man kept insisting he call him.
Oblivious as always to others' emotions and thoughts. He didn't realize until later that Satoru wanted him to call him a pet name too.
Poor Satoru, his first love went batshit crazy and murdered a whole village then made a death cult, only to eventually (not that Satoru knows) become a host to an old freaky man who is willing to take back shots for his ambitions.
Honestly respect.
Gojo grins at the startled look in his husband's pretty eyes and squished cheeks, taking a deep breath he yells unnecessarily loud "Sparkles!" He leans forward
"Glad you're back!" He says, swishing his hubby's cheeks enjoying the soft feel, having let his infinity down, those glittery little buggers that filter throughout
His hubby's body seems to have deemed him a lack of threat as long as their host (as he so cleverly calls Kenji) trusts him at most, and is just using him for protection at the least.
"I was gonna kiss you if you stayed in there any longer." He purrs feeling relaxed in a way he hasn't in a long time. Maybe it's the fact that the younger man is just so honest with his feelings and responses that it's refreshing to him.
He is delighted to see a flush creep up his doll's face, which is still held between his hands. His knees are feeling the awkward position he is in, but the squeak and gaping face of Kenji is worth the slight ache.
"Oh well, maybe next time." He winks standing up as if he didn't just invade Kenji's space and cause an existential crisis, reaching he idly threads his fingers through his husband's and tugs the stunned little doe along.
"Let's go meet your new step-son! He's gonna love ya, I promise." He says not looking back at his prisoner to see the dumbfounded look on his face as he stares at their entwined hands.
"You're taking this marriage thing seriously." Gojo hears Kenji mutter and he simply squeezes the other's hand, letting the other come to terms with the fact that he belongs to Gojo on his terms.
Gojo knows how unhinged he is.
He knows that his attachment to the smaller man is unhealthy and probably overbearing for his little love, but Gojo has always taken what he wants. And he wants to see that sparkling shy grin directed at him for all eternity.
If he has to kill a few old men to protect his little love, then that's what he'll have to do.
And he'll do it with a smile of his own.
Megumi stares.
"I'm sorry," he says, not sure if he is hearing right. The new guy gives him an awkward smile, to which he feels his lip twitch despite himself, fellow awkward's unite and all.
Turning his towards his father figure, though he'll never let Gojo know that, or the man would never shut up, he asks in a deadpan tone.
"You're married?" He repeats just to make sure that is what the blindfold-wearing asshole said as he walked into his room like he owns the place.
Technically Gojo does own part of it, but who's counting?
"Yup," Gojo chirps, hooping his arm around his poor victim.
"Meet your new daddy!"
"I-" he pauses, his brain short-circuiting.
Why is he seeing dark spots?
"Eh! Megumi!"
'That's it!' He thinks feeling lightheaded, he has to be in some sort of strange curse's domain!
Shakingly he raises his hands.
"Woah! What are you doing megumi-chan…" he hears the imposter sensei ask, as the chant enters his mind.
'With this treasure, I summon-' Fortunately for everyone, he doesn't get to finish the thought before succumbs to the shock.
"That could have gone better," Gojo muses as he catches his unconscious student from hitting his head with his infinitely.
"You think," He looks back to see the deadpan expression on his sparkles' face, oh how he loves the lack of fear and reverence, but how he feels seen.
Pushing that thought into the back of his head he lets out a mad cackle while dragging the unfortunate man along as he takes Megumi back to bed.
"Shame, I wanted to have our first family playdate too!"
An:
I had this in my head and had to get it out.. sorry if it's stilted(I need to stop whining about my insecurities with my writing)
So… what do you think of my attempt at a description of a mindscape? (It's so hard because I personally don't really 'see' what I think, it just is. Idk how to explain \_(ツ)/)
No he doesn't have a complete domain, or more accurately can't utilize it until he gets more in-tuned with his new ability.
The next chapter should be the start of the plot and the introduction of both our sweet Cinnabon' Yuuji and chaos personified Sukuna!
