"Momma! Look at the pretty lights!" A child calls tugging on his mother's arm as he points to a kaleidoscope of lights pooling in a haphazardly fashion in front of the bench sitting next to the sidewalk.
"Yes, sweetie?" Said mother looks towards the direction her child is pointing with confusion at seeing nothing in front of her besides an empty pathway, but plays along for her child's sake.
"Ohh," she sings playing along with him while feeling silly for the actions as they make their way closer to whatever it is that caught her child's eye.
Her gaze is soft as she watches her child dance around whatever it is he sees. His happy giggles chirping through the air as he sways looking like he's plucking at a bunch of butterflies.
"They tickle," her child says with a laugh full of delight.
"Oh, do they?" She asks walking closer and leaning forward as if to peer closer and be able to see what he sees.
She closes her eyes for a split second basking in her child's joy.
Only for a second.
And during that second the same kaleidoscope of light seemed to buzz in agitation, to the observer it was as if they were tearing through the very fabric of space itself before it split open a vacuum that spits out an unconscious figure.
As she opens her eyes she inhales in surprise at the sight of a young man who seems to appear out of nowhere, her son ooh'ing in awe as the lights sprinkle down into the unconscious boy and seeps into his skin.
Her son turns to her with bright eyes, "Mamma did you see-"
To her horror her son's words are cut off as an invisible force seems to snatch him out of the air and suddenly all she can see is his legs dropping to the floor. She drops to her knees the unconscious boy the least of her worries as she helplessly reaches for the limbs as if it could help with the situation.
The creature she can't see, which some would say is a blessing as the grotesque beast greedily swallows the other half of the boy down its obese throat, the futile attempt of a struggle ceasing as the young boy succumbs to his wounds inside the beast's throat.
With a satisfied hum, it breathes out a plume of toxic pollution before it sets its sights on their next meal.
The creature slides closer to the shock-ridden mother who needlessly tries to get her son's limbs to move, her mind not able to comprehend the absence of his upper half.
It had initially been drawn to the area by the frighteningly powerful, but oh-so tantalizing pulse of cursed energy, and certainly isn't going to be mad at an extra snack for its troubles.
"Common on Hiko, get up. I-I'll let you eat all the chocolate mochi you want." She pleads.
"Please, this isn't funny Hiko!" The mother wails slamming her hand onto the concrete causing the unknown boy to jolt distortedly awake from the sound slamming near his ears.
There is screaming around him. Screaming of a woman who sounds in anguish, her voice horse from desperation as she calls out to a Hiko.
There is another sound of heavy guttural panting and the foul stench of garbage, opening his eyes he takes a second to let his eyes adjust, idly admiring the pretty sky as his vision clears.
He unwittingly tilts his head and blinks, not comprehending the outrageous sight before him. It's not helping that his discombobulated mind is already struggling to understand what has happened to him.
The sight of a strange toxic glob of smelly tar grinning at him makes him want to pass out in pure befuddlement.
"The fuck?" He mutters trying in vain to push his body up, but it feels like lead weights have been sewn onto every fiber of his being pinning him down with exhaustion.
"Hiko, plea-" The continuous repetition of the woman's plea is cut off as she is dragged into his view by the weird creature. She barely has time to scream before she is too chomped in half like her son.
The creature lets out another belch as it swallows the woman whose decomposition is accelerated by the curse's stomach acids.
It's formless hand stretching and dripping as it reaches for its main course, and hopefully key to more power.
Said main course feels panic weld up as the thing reaches towards him with malicious intent, her feels his breath quicken with dread as it nears.
"I don't understand?" He cries with fearful frustration, hoping this is some horrible nightmare. He closes his eyes trying in vain to force his tired limbs to move, but failing.
Tears of frustration weld up in his eyes as he watches his impending death get closer.
Up above a figure with the eyes of the universe and the power of a god peers down his head tilting like a curious dog as he watches the scene before him, he had unfortunately only noticed the curse after it had killed the child, and as horrible as it sounds Gojo felt it was a mercy to let the curse kill the broken mother.
Satoru reaches up to lift his blindfold in curiosity as a seemingly younger man whom Gojo is still not sure is a human or not, especially with the way his body looks like a shell containing an amass of cursed energy. If it wasn't for the pure lack of maliciousness he'd have chalked the younger man off as a curse.
His eyes can easily see all the things that make a human, a soul, blood, veins, and all that good shit.
It's just the energy simmering underneath his skin feels otherworldly, but not that he doesn't feel threatened unless he provokes the energy.
Kinda like what garbage patch bro is trying to do.
Gojo lets himself lower in case he needs to intervene, but with the way the energy beneath the younger one's skin sings with aggressive protection.
'Pretty,' Satoru thinks absently, taking in the way the boy's body seems to glow, to his eyes at least, with an ensemble of colors swirling like that dragon scale from dragon tails, one of his favorite American shows he watched as a child.
The perks of being more spoiled than an emperor at the height of his campaign.
Just as he is about to beam the pathetic creature he pauses as an assembly glitter like particles seems to tickle out of the other body and as it touches the curse, Gojo practically leans forward in fascination as he watches the dice around each particle seem to warp the area around it, small enough that anyone without his godly vision couldn't hope to see.
The creature lets out warbles of pain as the specks seem to cause it to start to deteriorate to the unseen eye, but Gojo can see that it acts almost like a black hole would, just on an insanely smaller scale.
Still, if that's its passive state, for it's just acting on instinct, then he wonders how powerful the draw would be if the younger focused with intent.
He lands lightly next to the younger noticing how pale he looks, Gojo leans uncomfortably close to the younger male, their noses barely touching, something he likes to do to tease others since they aren't ever truly close with his infinity active.
The first thing he registers when the other finally opens his eyes is the pretty pale yellow framing his pupils then bleeding into a cataclysm of blues and greens to give off a gray-green effect.
The second thing he notices is the soft murmuring of 'pretty', as he gazes back into Satoru's.
'Oh,' he thinks, feeling an emotion he hasn't felt since Geto and hasn't allowed since his… his whatever left him for some stupid grandeur.
It's the damned green eyes.
A/n:
This is a self indulgent fic, that I'll be attempting to take seriously.
For pairings I'll definitely have this being a GojoxOc but if I want to I'll be honest and say make it a (small) harem if the muse hits.
Don't worry I'll try to avoid making them lose their personalities or throwing away their ambitions simply because they meet the protagonist.
Protagonist is knowledgeable of the anime but couldn't give you a detailed byplay.