Harry sighs, slumping into his seat as Gojo Satoru leaves to finalize their arrangements for letting Yuuji be able to act like a normal Jujutsu sorcerer. He leans against his palm and watches the shadows on the wall as Yuuji sleeps. His mind replays all that he's learned since he arrived.
He is in a world similar to his own yet not at all. A world where there is a whole hidden society that runs off the whims of corrupted old folks. They have clans, which similarly to the houses of the wizard world have more sway than the regular people of their society. Only three clans can claim to have enough political power to be one of the three heads of the council, or the elders as they call them.
The Kamo clan is the weakest of the three, a factor playing in that they are a more passive clan compared to their violent and aggressive counterpart the Zenin clan. This clan, unlike others, they instead of having a set ability or theme, like how all of the Kamo's innate techniques are blood-based.
The Zenin have a variety of abilities woven into their blood, a product of their obsession with having the best sorcerers. Harry likens the innate techniques to be like that of the family Magic of the blacks, and parseltongue, even animagus could be considered.
He is disturbed by his thoughts upon hearing a familiar pecking.
Turing Harry is pleasantly surprised to find Hedwig fluttering indignantly at the closed window, too lazy to get up he waves his hand causing the latch to click and allowing the window to slide open, momentarily forgetting that he's not supposed to be able to manipulate his magic inside these seals.
"Hey girl," he says, holding out his arm, feeling her talons carefully curl around him as she lands and peck his cheek when he brings her closer.
"Ouch, okay, sorry it's not like I meant to leave you alone, kinda got distracted." He nods towards Yuuji.
She hoots, and he laughs, "I know we're idiots, it's why we're lucky to have you." He says caressing her feathers still not believing he has her in front of him.
"Do you think Gojo will bring us some food?" He whispers like it's a conspiracy.
"Ugh," Yuuji groans, and Harry turns to see him rubbing his face as he groggily looks around before brightening upon seeing Harry.
"Hari!" He says as excited as one can when just waking up.
Yuuji sits up much to Harry's displeasure, but he can't be a hypocrite and keeps silent as the other looks around the room more coherently, "If you're here then that means I'm still alive," he says before looking back at Harry.
"Uh, where is here' exactly?" Yuuji asks, stretching his arms over his head.
Harry shrugs and says "Some school that is dedicated to teaching people who have abilities similar to a Megumi," knowing the more simple he says it the easier time Yuuji has to grasp it.
The buff teen is more action-oriented than academic.
"Huh, and what's all this." He says pointing to the wrappings and seals pressed onto the walls and over the bed.
"A bloody crap job at trying to conceal what they fear," Harry says, and waves of Yuuji's confusion.
"Don't worry, you know I won't allow anything to happen to you." He says with an intensity that makes Yuuji look flustered for some reason.
Yuuji looks to the side and rubs his head, "You don't have to, I can take care of myself you know."
Harry shakes his head, "You misunderstand me, it's not about me believing you can handle it or not. It's about me wanting to because I can."
"You're not alone, and I won't leave your side unless you want me to." He says reaching out to squeeze Yuuji's hand.
"Don't make promises you can't keep." Yuuji counters weakly but threads his fingers through Harry's and pulls it into his lap staring at it like a lifeline.
"I don't," Harry says, struggling not to flow red and doesn't think he'll ever get used to the ease Yuuji has with physical affection.
"Soâwhy, and how is there an owl inside?" He turns to see Gojo standing inside the open door.
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Gojo leans back, setting down the file he managed to dig up, tapping the top of the vanilla folder absently, "So you are registered to the database, though it's odd how little information is available about you." He notices Hari tensing and keeping an ear out for Megumi and Yuuji who are busy trying to outdo each other in Mario Kart.
The Owl is settled on top of Yuuji's head, but the teen doesn't seem too bothered or seems to be losing cause of it.
Returning his attention to the tightly coiled Kitty he wants to coo at the adorableness of it all.
"Relax," he soothes, waiting until the skittish little kitten finally looks at him, "You can trust me if nothing else." He says sincerely. Satoru waits for a second seeing the other trying to get a good read, and slowly pulls his blindfold off looking into Hari's gaze.
He is delighted to see the other finally see that he is serious and doesn't waste time saying things he doesn't mean.
He can see the other's form and energy relaxing.
"Okay," Harry after a moment of silence says, and Gojo can tell that he won't get another chance should he fuck up.
"So wanna explain to me from the beginning, I can only help you, and Yuuji if I understand." The council is wary of Hari's unknown status and Satoru wants to see how the old fools will react to a new addition to the game.
Harry looks resigned, "it's a long story."
Satoru shrugs, and gives the other a small teasing grin, "I like stories."
Is he using his beauty to his advantage?
Yes.
Does he feel bad for making the other fluster and calm down by being distracted by his embarrassment?
No.
Hari collects himself and gets comfortable, "I guess you could say it started before I was born."
"Oh, you're starting from the beginning, beginning." He says and sheepishly holds his hands up in mock surrender for interrupting, "Sorry go on."
Hari merely gives him a quirked brow before continuing, "My family was part of a secret resistance in a society hidden from the rest of the world."
"Ooh like us." He waved towards him and Megumi, the other two too far away to hear their conversation, is blissful to the world-shattering conversation. Hari waves his hand in a so-so manner and says with a shrug, "Sorta."
Harry closes his eyes, "I don't want this to leave this room if you would be willing to." He says and Gojo hums.
After a long look and Satoru's curiosity is too intrigued to care about the consequences of hiding anything from the others, he agrees, "As long as you don't intend to go on a murder spree your secrets are safe with me." He assures.
"I'm sure you're able to gather I'm not exactly from thisâ" he watches the other struggle to find a phrase.
"This dimension?" He shoots feeling giddy at the potential.
He's always seen the edges of alternate universes but never cared to venture out into that aspect. Too wary of fracturing his already unstable mind even more than the six eyes do.
Harry gives him a thankful look, "I guess, yeah."
Harry shrugs "My story isn't that interesting other than the fact that I'm not from here." Satoru can tell that is definitely not the case and will most certainly be dragging every detail about his former world.
"What is important is that as I told Yuuji, I am here for a reason, I don't know the reason, or what to do.
"Because Death is a bitch."
Satoru sputters at that.
"I- what! Death? You mean you died! Are you dead now!" He reaches out and pokes the other cheek, feeling the warm flesh of a person.
"You feel alive." He says internally grinning as Hari relaxes from the tense expression he had since he started talking.
"I meant the entity."
Satoru blinks, "Okay," then the words finally register and he coughs.
"You're gonna have to elaborate, 'cause what the fuck." He exclaimed in confusion.
Harry gives him a look of exhaustion, "I'm not entirely sure what it means, but I am the Master of Death."
"Oh, this is interesting,"
"Oh Shit, Sorry!" Yuuji cries as he tries to cover his cheek.
Satoru has to withhold his natural reaction of destroying the curse and instead waves off the Teens' words. "You can't help it, we're lucky that's all he can do." He assures while having to withhold a laugh as Yuuji is startled by his eyes.
Hari speaks up in a curious voice, "Have you heard of this title?"
The curse laughs mockingly.
"Perhaps," he purrs and then fades away with a smug smile.
"So that was not weird at all." He says just because he hates the silence.
"Merlin! I hate megalomaniac fucks and their insistence on being cryptic." Hari grumbles beside him.
"Well, I know something we can do!" He chirps
"What?" Hari asks warily and Satoru feels offended, he isn't that bad, is he?
Who is he kidding? He's the worst.
"We can get some Ice cream!" He doesn't bother waiting and reaches out to pull the other by the wrist shouting a bye towards the two playing games and proceeds to teleport away, with a Kitten in his arms.
Harry yawns as he follows behind Yuuji who insists on going to bother Megumi as revenge for slamming the door in his face when he tried to move in with him. Harry himself is just glad that there is enough room for him to have his own space, as much as he adores Yuuji, being crowded in teenage hormones and athletic boy stench isn't his favorite thing.
He had to deal with it with Ron and the others for seven years. Not again.
Harry picked the room next to Yuuji though, as he still isn't comfortable leaving him completely alone. The monitoring charms he placed on Yuuji along with the emergency portkey he gifted him in the form of a simple silver bracelet.
He may be a little overbearing when it comes to protecting the things he cherishes. At least he doesn't mark those he sees as his like a certain insane snake-faced dick.
Harry scratches at his stomach through the shirt's material and resists the urge to yawn again.
Meeting Principal Yaga had been an interesting experience.
"Heyy! Fushiguro you're lookin' better!" He shakes his head and looks towards the aforementioned man.
The spiked hair almost rivals his for how untamed it spears, but other than that the shadow user -which is pretty awesome in Harry's opinion- appears brand new. Doesn't help that the black sweater on Megumi looks good on him.
Megumi shrugs, lowering his lazy wave and stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Nothing, a little rest couldn't help."
Harry has to withhold a laugh at the insufferable look he gives Yuuji as he slaps Megumi on the shoulder, most likely jolting a sore spot. Tugging the wild child back he gives the other a once over, this time making sure he's not trying to hide any bruises.
Yes, Harry sees the hypocrisy.
After not seeing any tell-tale signs of a hidden injury and knowing how to tell, he playfully says, "He just wanted to come to bother you," ignoring the indignant squawk coming from Yuuji, who most definitely was coming over to do that.
"I, we, were hoping you could take us to a good place for a hot meal, I've never been to Tokyo and I heard there are a few places close enough for us to get to?" He blinks up at the other, still miffed about being shorter than them both.
Megumi's face goes through a series of emotions before he scowls and looks away, muttering, " I may know a place." And then enters his dorm room and shuts the door.
He shares a look with Yuuji, "Okay..."
"Maybe he doesn't like to eat breakfast?" Yuuji offers, but suddenly the door opens and he sees that Megumi has changed into tennis shoes and has his phone and wallet in his hand.
"Well." He looks between them like he'd rather be anywhere else, and Harry lets out a laugh at the noise Megumi makes as Yuuji proceeds to drag him, like he knows where to go.
The first impression of her teacher and fellow students is testosterone.
She wants to shove her hammer up the pink one's ass for his comment about her country background, but before she can she sees the smallest guy of the group reach up to smack him across the back of his head. The spiky-haired one smiles and she can tell he's a secret sadist.
"Oh look, our final student is here!" And then she spots the dick-ass who promised her entertainment if she was to join the school of Tokyo Jujutsu.
"Yo," she says, waving her fingers up lazily.
"Kugisaki Nobara, at your service."
"Cool!" Gojo claps.
"Why don't you all go enjoy the day and do some team bonding, while I go and get some sweets- I mean check and see if there are any curses needed to be." Here he makes a throat-cutting motion and gallantly smiles off.
"Is he actually going to teach us?" She hears the shortest one mutter and feels vindicated that she might not be the only one who despises the annoying albino bug.
"No," the spiky-haired one says and offers the short one a cold drink, oh she sees how it is he isn't bothering anyone else.
"Yo!"
She almost jumps back as the pink one yells in her face, "Personal space dude!" She growls while leaning back and shoving his ugly mug away.
Unbothered by the hand on his face the pink one introduces himself, "I'm Itadori Yuuji, but you can call me Yuuji!"
"The vessel?" She can't help but ask.
He pouts around her fingers, pushing them away, "No, I'm Yuuji."
"YUUJI." He emphasizes, looking towards the shortest one.
"Tell her Hari!" He sounds like a child wanting his mom to say it's so.
The other's mouth wiggles before he speaks, "Yuuji is Yuuji."
He then gives her a welcoming smile and she has to withhold a shiver as the sensation of someone walking over her grave creeps up her spin as she meets the most haunting green eyes, "Hello, I'm Hari,"
"Just Hari?" She says jokingly, shaking off the strange feeling.
The other beams like she said something precious, "Just Hari," the other nods.
She turns to the last of them and is met with an indifferent expression, though his eyes hold a curiosity to them.
"Fushiguro Megumi." He offers before he turns his attention back to his phone.
'What an interesting bunch we have.' She thinks, sweat dropping.
A:n:
So, if it feels too soon for Harry to reveal.
It's just in my opinion that he knows that Gojo can see he is different and he's too fucking tired of secrets to bother hiding his status, plus he is curious to see if there is anything about his title in different universes.
With Sukuna, Harry would probably figure that Sukuna would learn it through Yuuji eventually and it's better to keep your enemies close.
I wonder what was so interesting about Yaga's 'interview'. :S