AN: Hello, fellow readers! Welcome to my first official story published.
I present a crossover between two great franchises, Crazy Rich Asians and Jujutsu Kaisen.
Enjoy reading! Feel free to leave a review. The more reviews, the better!
Disclaimer: I do not own either franchise. Crazy Rich Asians is owned by Kevin Kwan. Jujutsu Kaisen is owned by Gege Akutami.
Chapter 1: Prologue
2009
The group had arrived at the Calthorpe Hotel in London after an extremely long travel journey from Japan. The group had taken a flight, but after landing, it was settled that they would walk to the hotel instead of calling for a cab. Now this would not have been considered a huge problem if the Calthorpe Hotel wasn't nine fucking blocks away. Not to mention that the weather was also not in the group's favor.
It was pouring rain!
Satoru Gojo was not his usual happy camper self at the moment; He just wanted to check into the Lancaster Suite he reserved at the Calthorpe and get some well-needed rest and forget about the long day. But noooooo, Suguru just had to make them walk.
Just as he felt his legs about to numb out from the walk, Gojo could see the hotel entrance. Well, just need to check in and I can finally get some sleep, Gojo thought as he entered the hotel. He was trailed by Suguru Geto, his best friend since high school.
If you had told Suguru Geto that Satoru Gojo would end up becoming his best friend in five years, Suguru would have laughed at that prediction. Geto was very closed off in school, opposite of Gojo who had no problem fitting in, introducing himself to any and everybody, and showing up to school every day with designer sunglasses over his light blue eyes. Suguru never imagined that he would be friends with a guy like Satoru. His playful and kind of cuckoo personality was a bit too much for him.
Satoru and Suguru had started to interact more after working on a class project with another classmate; Shoko Ieiri. At first sight, the three of them were not expected to have done well on the project, as they were complete strangers to start, given the fact that they rarely had spoken to each other outside of school, but it resulted in the three becoming close friends.
They started to hang out more after the assignment was completed. It got to the point that they would cut class and end up going to the movies or hang out at the mall. Within the next few weeks, the trio had become a well-known friend group across Jujutsu High.
After graduation, Shoko focused on her passion for becoming a doctor, and left Japan to attend medical school in New York. She was also quite the smoker, as she would always have a cigarette in her hand. Suguru sometimes even carried a lighter just for her. Gojo, however, wasn't a big fan of that crap. Mochi and other sweets were just fine with him.
Suguru was not the only person who accompanied Gojo; they had also brought Tsumiki Fushiguro and her younger stepbrother Megumi Fushiguro. Satoru had known their parents for a few years now and often would work as a part-time babysitter for the Fushiguros during emergencies. They had allowed their children to accompany Gojo on the trip.
The Gojo clan was well-known across Japan, and they were on the top of the food chain when it came to the greatest want and desire, money. Since Gojo had been an only child, he was next in line to claim the royal inheritance! Although he was considered crazy rich, he never let greed take over his mind.
Tsumiki and Megumi had no problem with Gojo acting as their guardian; he was a very calm and fun person to be around. Also, those totally not expensive birthday gifts that he bought them to get on their good side also may have played a small part.
Brushing those flashbacks aside, Gojo continued to stride into the lobby until he was greeted at the check-in desk.
"Good evening, sir. How may I help you this evening? Just so you are aware, this is the Calthorpe, a private hotel" The attendant said, emphasizing the word. He was eyeing Gojo and the others suspiciously, thinking that people like them couldn't possibly be staying here at Calthorpe.
"Yo. I'm Mr. Satoru Gojo, I made a reservation for the Lancaster Suite. I even called to confirm over the phone yesterday." Gojo had used his usual laid-back tone to reply.
The attendant had looked over the reservation book, and while he had seen the name Satoru, he pretended not to and replied back "I am sorry, Mr. Satoru. It seems we do not have your name on file." He looked disdainfully at Gojo after that statement.
Gojo was glad to return the glance. He was thinking who that bastard was to look and talk to him in a manner that implied that he was some type of freak. Okay, to an extent, he may have been an extremely tiny bit of a freak, but there was no way in hell that he fucked up the reservation for the Lancaster Suite at the Calthorpe Hotel. He most certainly was not going to back out now! And he was not pleased with the thought of having to travel back on another long ass trip back home.
No fucking way, Gojo thought.
Just then, the hotel manager walked out. Ah, great. Another one. Gojo could tell that this guy was going to be even a bigger pain in the ass than the attendant.
Gojo talked to the hotel manager, keeping the same tone he used with the attendant, and repeated: "I'm Mr. Satoru Gojo, I am here to check in for the Lancaster Suite that I confirmed over the phone. Me and my guests have had a long flight." He emphasized the word just like the attendant had a second ago.
His patience was running on thin ice and these dickheads were just trying it.
He needed a room to sleep in.
And he needed it Now.
The hotel manager gave him a fake smile and replied "My deepest apologies, Mr. Satoru. The hotel is fully booked. I am sure you and your company can find another place to stay. How about Chinatown? " The manager, some Mr. Potato Head looking guy named Reginald Ormsby had told him.
Okay, great, not only were these assholes disrespectful, but racist as well.
Suguru had overheard that comment too. He could not believe the nerve of the staff. Honestly, it was too late for this shit.
He mumbled something about fucking potato heads rotting in hell under his breath, and was about to intervene on behalf of Gojo until Gojo had gained his voice again.
"You know what? I think I can resolve this problem really quick" Gojo started in a sweet, with a slight hint of warranted death, in his voice. "Let me just make a call to a friend who can sort this out for us in no time" He smirked at them, as he dialed a number on his iPhone 3GS. He would have asked to use the hotel's phone, but they probably would have refused and made him use the phone booth outside.
In this weather? Absolutely not. Gojo thought.
He waited for the person on the other line to pick up, ready to show these racist assholes what happens to those who mess with Satoru Gojo.
If there was one thing that Gojo hated about the upper class was their belief that they were allowed to be racist and disrespectful towards other people without consequences. He could tell that these guys definitely grew up privileged.
Although Gojo had grown up rich, he thought it was complete bullshit to have such attitudes towards the lower-class. What gives them the right to treat others like crap? Just because they weren't snobbish or pampered brats like they were? Yeah, right! When he had caught Suguru referring to the lower-class as "monkeys" on one occasion, let's just say that was the last time Geto would ever make a comment like that.
Jokes on them, Gojo thought bitterly.
While Gojo was on the phone, that sack of shit Reginald had the gall to tell Gojo that he and his company were to leave or else he would call the police. Gojo just viciously told him to wait and be patient, all the while keeping a confident smirk on his face.
Suguru and the kids were confused more than ever as they wondered who Gojo had called, but they just stayed to the side and continued to watch this drama play out.
A few minutes passed, and the sound of elevator doors opening rang in everybody's ears, and the newcomer who exited was a shock to nearly all of the guests.
He was none other than the owner of the Calthorpe Hotel, Lord Calthorpe.
Reginald tried to apologize to his boss for the disrespectful guests, but Lord Calthorpe's attention was not focused on him at the moment.
"Oh my goodness. Mr. Satoru Gojo, I had just gotten off the phone with you! I did not know you were here already!" Calthorpe said as he shook Gojo's hand. "How are you doing?"
"Been doing just great, Calthorpe my man. There's just been a slightttttt issue going on between me and your esteemed staff" Gojo informed him about the events of the check-in, and Lord Calthorpe was utterly disappointed after hearing in detail what Gojo had experienced.
Lord Calthorpe glared angrily at his staff and spoke in a disappointed tone: "How utterly cruel could you all be to treat Mr. Satoru Gojo and his guests in such a manner?" The workers said nothing in reply.
"Well Mr. Satoru, I guess there is nothing else left to say other than. . . sold!"
Reginald and the hotel attendant were confused. What did Calthorpe mean by that? Surely, he didn't mean...
"As of this evening, the Calthorpes are stepping down from the history of the Calthorpe Hotel, and I am passing ownership immediately to none other than my dear friend, Mr. Satoru Gojo."
There it was. Victory. Gojo smirked triumphantly. Geto shared the smirk. Tsumiki and Megumi were also quite pleased.
Meanwhile, the attendant and Reginald went pale at hearing that. They just knew they would get sacked at any moment.
Reginald was disbelieving, and he had yelled at Calthorpe "This must be some kind of joke sir!"
"It is most certainly not Reginald. Might I suggest refrain from speaking.. permanently, or perhaps, until you grow some hair on your head. I swear, I can see my reflection on your head more clearly each day!" This comment earned snickers from Gojo, Geto, and Tsumiki.
He turned back to Gojo "Once again, I am truly sorry for the past hour. I am sure you can teach my former staff a few things about manners, am I correct Mr. Satoru?" He glared back coldly at them again.
"Certainly" Gojo replied.
"Shall we celebrate this successful transaction over some tea and mochi? They are filled with zunda and cream." Calthorpe pleasantly told him.
Now Gojo could not say no to mochi! Zunda and cream? His favorite! He was excited just at hearing that phrase.
"I'd be more than delighted to sir. Come on Suguru, Tsumiki, Megumi. Time for us to celebrate."
Lord Calthorpe informed Reginald to get the Lancaster Suite ready for Gojo and his company before heading upstairs to celebrate. Geto smiled and grabbed Tsumiki's hand and began to follow Lord Calthorpe, while Megumi stayed behind to walk with Gojo.
Before Gojo headed up for some delicious mochi, he turned back towards the attendant and Reginald.
"Could you get a mop, please? The floor is quite wet. After all, you don't want more guests to file more complaints now, would you?" Gojo slyly said, referring to the mess they had made from walking in the pouring rain.
"Also, next time" Gojo's voice suddenly became dark. He also began to take menacing steps towards both men "be aware of who you are speaking to. Because, honestly, between you and me.." Gojo used this moment to take off his sunglasses and reveal his piercing blue eyes towards the staff for the first time.
"You're very weak."
Those three words were said in a cold, but relaxed manner that Reginald and the attendant could only gawk while remaining in their place.
After making sure those assholes got the message across, Gojo put his sunglasses back on and cheerfully clapped "Alright! Time for mochi! Come on, Megumi!" He grabbed Megumi's hand and made his way upstairs.
As Reginald had told the attendant to get a mop, Megumi looked back at the rude men with a small, smug smirk of his own. It was good to see his second father figure own pieces of shit like them.