AN: I had originally published a working draft of the story awhile back, but I deleted it so I could continue the story on AO3. I have decided to crosspost the story on both AO3 and . I'll be uploading all the chapters I have completed, and go from there.

Disclaimer: Jujutsu Kaisen is owned by Gege Akutami and Crazy Rich Asians is owned by Kevin Kwan.


Chapter 1: Prologue

2009

London, England

The group of four 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!

19-year old Satoru Gojo was not being 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 trip. But noooooo, Suguru just had to make them walk. He insisted that they'd reach the hotel before the rain got worse.

Well, he was wrong!

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.

If you had told Suguru Geto that Satoru Gojo would end up becoming his best friend in five years, Suguru would have laughed in your face. Geto was very closed off in school, opposite of Gojo who had no problem introducing himself to anybody and everybody. He also loved showing up to school every day with designer sunglasses over his bright 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, they 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 the project 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 go to the mall instead or play basketball in the school gym. Within the next few weeks, the trio had become a well-known friend group across Tokyo's 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.

Gojo also brought Tsumiki Fushiguro and her younger stepbrother Megumi Fushiguro on the trip. Satoru had known their parents for a few years now and often would act as a part-time babysitter for the kids 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, the money of the clan was all his! 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. After all, he was a very fun person to be around!

Brushing those flashbacks aside, Gojo continued to stride into the lobby until he walked up to the check-in desk. Suguru stayed behind to watch the Fushiguro siblings.

Megumi was wiping the loads of mud off his shoes, staining the ornate floor of the Calthorpe Hotel. Tsumiki giggled at the mess her brother was causing. Suguru lightly chided the two for their disobedience, but he couldn't help but find the scene amusing.

Once Gojo reached the front desk, the hotel attendant greeted him, "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 'private'. He was eyeing him and the others suspiciously, thinking that people like them couldn't possibly be staying here at such an elegant resort. Besides, they were kids! Those two grown men could not be any older than 20.

"Yo. I'm Mr. Satoru Gojo, I made a reservation for the Lancaster Suite. I even called to confirm over the phone yesterday." Gojo spoke politely with his cool tone.

The attendant had looked over the reservation book, and while he had seen Gojo's name, 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 disdainful look. 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.

Just then, the hotel manager walked out. Ah, great. Another one. Gojo could tell that this guy was going to be an even bigger pain in the ass.

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 specifically confirmed over the phone yesterday. Me and my guests have had a long flight." He emphasized the word 'long' in the same manner the attendant had done.

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 Gojo. The hotel is fully booked. I am sure you and your company can find another place to stay. How about Chinatown?" The manager, some bald guy named Reginald Ormsby, had told him.

Okay, great. Gojo scowled. 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 in Japanese about fucking bald headed assholes rotting in hell under his breath. He was about to intervene on behalf of Satoru until he gained his voice again.

"You know what? I think I can resolve this problem really quick." Gojo started sweetly, but there also was 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 for upper-class individuals to look at the lower-class with such disdain. 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 Suguru referred to the lower-class as "monkeys" on one occasion.. let's just say that was the last time he ever made a comment like that.

Jokes on them.

While Gojo was on the phone, that sack of shit Reginald had the gall to yell curses at him, telling Gojo that he and his company were to leave or else he would call the police. Gojo just viciously told him to fuck off 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.

The current lord of the house made great speed as he approached the young lad, "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 slight issue going on between me and your esteemed staff." Gojo informed him about the events of the check-in, and Lord Calthorpe was very disappointed after hearing in detail what his friend 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 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, my family's custodial history of the Calthorpe hotel is ending. The Calthorpes are stepping down as owners, and I am passing ownership immediately to none other than my dear friend, Mr. Satoru Gojo of Japan." He finished with a smile.

Victory. Gojo smirked triumphantly. Geto shared a smug look as well. Tsumiki and Megumi couldn't help but also have small smiles on their faces.

Meanwhile, the attendant and Reginald went pale at hearing that. They just knew they would get sacked at any moment.

Reginald was disbelieving at this new information, 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." Calthorpe said that last sentence under his breath, but the snickers from Satoru and Suguru indicated that they heard it.

Lord Calthorpe turned back to Gojo, "Once again, I am truly sorry for the past hour. As the new lord of the house, I am sure you can teach my former staff a few things about manners, am I correct Satoru?" He finished by glaring coldly again at Reginald and the attendant.

"Certainly." Gojo smiled.

"Shall we celebrate this successful transaction over some tea and mochi? They are filled with zunda and cream. I know they are your favorite." Calthorpe pleasantly told him.

Now Gojo could not say no to mochi! Zunda and cream? His favorite! He was excited just at hearing that!

"We'd be more than delighted to sir. Come on gang. 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. Suguru turned to Calthorpe and smiled before he and Tsumiki began to follow him. Megumi decided to stay 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. You wouldn't want more guests to file more complaints now, would you?" Gojo slyly said with a condescending smirk, referring to the mess they had made from walking in the pouring rain.

"Also" Gojo's voice suddenly became dark. He also began to take menacing steps towards both men "you should really 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 at the new lord of the house while remaining frozen.

After making sure those assholes got the message across, Gojo put his sunglasses back on and cheerfully clapped "Alright! Time to party! Come on, Megumi!" He grabbed Megumi's hand and made his way upstairs.

As the men were brought out of their shock, Reginald quickly told the attendant to get a mop. The attendant frantically nodded and ran towards the janitor's closet to grab it. At the same time, Megumi turned around and 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.


AN: Hope you enjoyed! Please review!