"What are you doing in my room?"

Satoru asks, crossing his arms and leaning at the double door. Amusement fills his eyes as he gazes at Kira flustered on the ground, massaging the reddened neck.

His arrogant look stirs a wave of annoyance in her stomach; her eyes twitch. She pulls herself up, hands on her hip, challenging while temporarily forgetting the pain screaming in the abdomen area.

"Mahito is the one that is trying to have sex in your room first! I just…I just…wanted a place to sleep." - Her volume decreases as she realizes that she, too, is an intruder. - "Damn, is this entire building belong to the Gojo clan? Why did I pick this room, his room, Kami-sama?"

"Hn." - His gazes linger a moment longer before he disappears into the bathroom. It takes her a moment to regain her mental stability and understands that this is the queue for her to leave. Without further ado, she collects the dagger and retreats toward the door where she came in.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Hyuuga-san." - She flinches at the soft voice, completely forgetting about the second person. He looks young, maybe about the same age as Satoru she would say, but is taller and slightly more buff. He also looks friendlier. Hence, the warning does not sound very threatening. However, this is a lair of killers. Trust no one. He may look harmless, but who knows, the second you look away, he will stab you right in the back.

"Wait, did he just call me Hyuuga? How did he know?" - her takes a step back making his smile wider - "Who are you?"

"I'm his bodyguard." - He points at the bathroom, where Satoru disappears a moment ago - "Who are you?"

She immediately knows what he wants to ask: Who are you to Satoru that I hear about your name?

"We go to the same school." - She answers, deliberately being vague. Before the interrogation continues, Satoru returns from the bathroom with a first-aid kit and hands it to her, which she receives in surprise.

"Clean yourself up before heading down." - He glances at her again, lingering a bit longer than usual but not enough to make her uncomfortable, before closing the bedroom door, leaving an utterly shocked Kira inside.

As speechless and confused as she is right now, the pain from her abdomen and face yanks her back to reality as they scream for attention. Sparing another gaze at the door, she limps into the bathroom to tend to her injuries. Upon looking at herself in the mirror, she lets out a small curse at the disfigured person inside: her hair is messy like a bird nest, a small cut on her lower lip, her right cheek reddens where Mahito's punch landed, and her once elegant A-line dress now has a sizable hole at the thigh where her dagger was safely situated beneath the fabric before. She groans, thinking of a way to fix the mess in the mirror.

She successfully fixes her hair and conceals visible injuries with a lot of concealer and lipstick from her purse. Moving on to her dress, Kira decides to tear the dress from its hemline straight to the hole on her thigh, turning the A-line dress into a handmade slip dress. She is almost 100% certain that Mikoto would be furious that she ruined an expensive dress. She already hears her yelling among the line of teenagers/students and being sexy. She looks at herself in the mirror, nodding satisfied with what she sees before exiting the bathroom, where she is greeted by Satoru's bodyguard.

"I will escort you back to the Ballroom." - He informs.

"I can go back through where I come from. No one will know I ever stepped foot in here. I believe that's what our clan would want." - She smiles.

"Except, you have already been seen." - His voice sounds patient and light, but Kira can hear a hint of pressure. She does not have a choice here. Earlier, Mahito did not stop because he saw Satoru, only when Suguru arrived did he stop. If he scares Mahito, Kira would definitely not stand a chance, so she nods, agreeing to be escorted by the man.

"May I ask how you know Satoru?" - the Suguru asks halfway to the Ballroom.

"I already told you, we go to the same school." - She gives the same vague answer.

"You know that's not what I asked." - She bites her cheek, staring at Suguru's back while pondering if this is a test. In the Shadow world, one wrong word can lead to terrible consequences. If she gives him the wrong answer, it may affect her family and the entire clan. Then, she is 100% sure that Father will be more than happy to disown her or even kill her himself, something that he has been so itching to do.

"The fact that Mahito does not react after seeing Satoru must be because he does not know who Satoru is. However, he recognizes the bodyguard, which means the bodyguard performs activities outside where he encounters Mahito. If the servant's identity is open while his boss's identity remains a secret, Satoru must be an important member of the Gojo clan. Telling the bodyguard I saw him in the alley may not be the best idea. Hm. But don't all Gojo heirs have signature white hair, Satoru doesn't. Why? Who is he?… The Gojo clan doesn't always show up at these Festivals…Hmm..." - Smoke rises from the top of her head; her brain may explode if she thinks any harder. She completely ignores Suguru and the stern expression slowly spreads across his face.

Only when her face makes contact with Suguru's back that she break the train of thought.

"We are here." - Suguru smiles and opens the door to the Ballroom for her.

"Ah, thanks." - She walks past him, thanking Kami-sama that she does not have to respond. However, her thinking in the last few minutes now occupies her mind completely. The question of who is Satoru rings by her ear, refusing to give her peace.

"Kira, where have you disappeared to?" - Natsume seems relieved when he spots her - "And what's wrong with your face?"

He holds her face and examines it carefully, drawing attention from the crowd.

"Nothing, I just took a nap somewhere and touched up my makeup." - She slaps his hand away, his touch hurts.

"Tsch, who did you fight with?" - Natsume's sight moves to her handmade slip dress - "Did someone rip this?"

"No, I ripped it because moving around and sleeping in it was hard. How about you worry for yourself and satisfy some fangirls with a dance, hm? Go go! Chop Chop." - She pushes him in the back, hurrying him away so she can find another quiet, hidden area to hide. But her plan fails quickly as she spots Mahito, drunk, and his entire killer gang while making her way toward the balcony. And unfortunately, he spots her as well. "Wait up, cousin. Let's play."

"Oh fuck my life." - She turns the other quickly, limping her way through the crowded dance floor full of drunk people. She must have napped for a while for this many people to get drunk from champagne.

"Wait up…" - Mahito's voice is still close behind her. She speeds up and slams into a body made of bricks.

"Well, hello." - The body turns back, glancing down at her. The scar at the corner of his lips accentuates as he smiles. She swallows.

"I'm sorry, sir." - Cold sweat pools on her forehead; Mahito's voice drowns behind her - she bets he stops approaching because of the figure in front of her - "I was..um…I was…looking for someone."

She doesn't know why she lies. Or maybe she does. Fushiguro Toji, a remnant of the past Zennin's Assassin clan, hates people who run away from a fight. If he knows she is running from Mahito and his gang, he may just help Mahito kill her or just kill her himself.

"Oh. Who?" - he asks, now turning his entire body to face her. She looks around frantically, trying to find Natsume. Instead, she finds another person.

"Him." - She yells loudly, pointing toward Satoru who is speaking to someone at the edge of the dance floor - "I'm looking for him. Goodbye!"

Without waiting for a response, she sprints in Satoru's direction. As if sensing someone coming, Satoru turns in her direction.

"What.."

"Shut up and pretend we need to talk about something, please! I will pay you back." - She cuts him off, smiling awkwardly. His eyes travel past her and land on Toji. He understands the situation.

"Sure, let's dance." - He grabs her by the waist and guides her into the dance floor.

"Wait, what?" - she panics as they start dancing to the Waltz - "I said speaking, not dancing. Ya, I don't know how to dance. I will stomp on your feet."

"My feet are pretty tough, you won't break it." - He offers reassurance and they silently dance. Even though they both are teenagers only 2 years apart in age, Satoru is built like a grown-up man. He is almost a head taller than her with a broad shoulder and a lean yet muscular body that she only realizes when they are this close. In a few moments when she dares to glance up at his face, she is taken away by features that are so well-defined with sharp angles that will make any girl drool. Throughout the whole dance, he does not look at her nor touch her. His hands always maintain a tiny distance from her skin. But in rare moments when their skin touches, it sends shivers down her spine and takes her breath away. Her dream flashes before her.

Finally, the music comes to an end, and the Waltz completes - "See, my feet are still intact and you do know how to dance."

Assassin or Yakuza, all clans attending the party are considered noble. Therefore, it is obvious that Kira knows how to dance. But throughout the years, she hardly danced with anyone as no one wanted her.

"Ah. I kinda wish I broke your feet." - She huffs - "Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors anyway? Isn't it obstructing your vision?"

"This," - He touches it - "This is a special sunglasses. It can see through things."

His gaze travels to her chest area; he chuckles - "and through fabrics."

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"…" - She is speechless as her face flusters heavily as soon as she understands Satoru's underlying meaning and where his gaze is. She plans to send a punch right to his abdomen, but the bruises stop her attack. She hisses in pain, hands over her abdomen.

"You alright, love?" - he reaches out but stops midway, his hands awkwardly hanging in the air.

"Love?" - is she hearing it right?

"Child, there you are! I have been looking everywhere for you." - Mikoto's concerned voice catches her attention - "It's time to go."

"One second." - She responds, steadying herself. When she looks up, Satoru already vanished.

"What is it?"

"Um…It's nothing, let's go, Mother."

With that, the Autumn Festival concludes with Kira only obtaining a few cuts, a very bruised face and body, and another failed attempt at killing.

Underworld, Judgment Room

"Any progress?" - A stern, uninterested voice echoes the empty grand judgment room of Hell.

"What's with the hurry? Why not let them have a few more peaceful years before I tear them apart?" - Satoru blinks slowly, yawning and tugging his hands casually in his pants pockets.

"They are asking, so I'm asking you." - The Lord of Hell clears his voice and points upward.

"Well, tell them to wait, or they can do the job themselves." - Satoru grumbles and walks away - "One day up there is 1 year in the human world. You said I have a month, so tell them to stop complaining."

"Oi, brat! They said this time, they will tell you where she is." - Satoru halts in place, speaking after a long pause:

"They were supposed to give her to me the moment we stepped through that door. We were supposed to be together eternally, that's the deal, Izanami!" - Despite the bubbling anger, his voice remains cold and calm.

"Oi…oi…" - the Lord of Hell taps on the iron desk - "Who do you think you are, huh? Just a mere soul I kept because of your ability. But don't make me regret my decision, Satoru. I can throw you down to Hell anytime and let you suffer for eternity if you keep up with that attitude. Everything can be replaced, remember that. Plus, you are not particularly innocent to have received such punishment from Heaven."

"Tsk. If you really think so, you would have thrown me in Hell a long time ago." - He smirks and continues his steps toward the grand door into Hell.

"Hn. How arrogant! Well, make some progress, you ungrateful soul." - The Lord of Hell yells after him and returns to the mountain of papers pilling on his desk - "Next case!"

The door to Hell opens; a scrawny white spirit escorted by a Shinigami enters the room as Satoru walks out.

"Please help me…please help me…sir..sir" - the spirit grabs onto his pants but he kicks it coldly.

Tokyo, Gojo's estate

"What does he want?" - Suguru asks, following Satoru's angry steps to his room.

"Progress."

"Hm…a day down there is a year here, why the rush?" - Suguru rolls his eyes, pondering if Satoru is indeed angry because of this. He recalls the event from yesterday, the girl at the mansion, Hyuuga Kira, and Satoru's recent random unfocus moments - "Oi, Satoru, it's just another face, another similar name. We have been through this before."

But Satoru already slams the door shut in his face. "Tsk, brat…"

Once alone in the dark, Satoru lets himself fall onto the king-sized bed, feeling heavy per usual after every meeting with the Lord of Hell. Every time he walks through the heavy doors, it reminds him of her. About how Heaven stole her from him.

Ever since Gojo Satoru was killed, Kami knows how eager he had been to reunite with his lover, Uchiha Kira. When he finally had the chance to be with her for eternity, Heaven tricked him - giving him the punishment of suffering until he completed paying back all of his "sins." It was a trap to bind and send him on "missions" to "construct" different Worlds in different dimensions.

As powerful Jujutsu sorcerers, both Satoru and Suguru were unwillingly recruited along with other powerful beings from other Worlds that they did not even know existed. From time to time, the same face with the same name would appear in the World where Satoru was doing missions. However, one encounter after another, none was the Uchiha Kira that he had been looking for.

"Where are you?"