May 11th is worse is April 4th.
Way worse.
It started off regular, decent even.
Satoru had just finished his seventh overseas mission that day, his last one of that week. And then his phone blares, a text bold and centered.
There is no greeting, no opener, not even a glad you're doing well. Instead, city coordinates are written, stupidly bland directions under a contact picture of a dinosaur.
Ugh, Yoshinobu Gakuganji, great.
Amazing, supercalifragifuckinglistic.
Satoru didn't even need to fully look at the coordinates to know where the old coot was sending him.
Kyoto, Jujitsu High West.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
Jujitsu High-West campus is this large traditional sorcery school in Kyoto. It's one of the top spots for aspiring Jujitsu sorcerers and witches alike. As a graduate of its rival Jujitsu High East, Satoru's never been keen on giving the place a visit. He doesn't have too many good memories in Kyoto, much less at that school.
Plus it's now run by the grand turtle Gakuganji.
That man..well let's just say he's not Satoru's biggest fan.
Hell, the man's probably closer to being his biggest enemy.
So why the hell is he calling him?
What in the ever fucking fuck could he want?
One part of him thinks it's to relay some message from the Higher-ups, ever the dutiful little bag of bones.
Another part believes it's to reprimand him for the extra damage he's been causing on a few missions…. let's just say he needed to blow off some steam.
Most of him thinks it is a mission. One the skeleton is just dying to push off to someone. It makes sense that he would call Gojo, Satoru has been taking missions nonstop since Miwa's birthday.
And no, that had nothing to Utahime or their stupid argument.
Either way, Gojo's not super ecstatic to be Gakuganji's newest call boy and has half a mind to ignore the message altogether.
He had it all planned out too.
He was gonna goof off a bit, enjoy some sightseeing, maybe even send a pic or two so that the old fart would know just how much he isn't one of Gramp's little dogs.
But then Yaga texted him, and then Suguru texted him, and fuck they even got Shoko to text him.
So he beams over. Shit must be important right.
When he gets there, he is fully prepared to deal with Gakuganji's and the Higher Up's shit. More than prepared for whatever mission or message they got for him.
He was not prepared however to see his ex-wife.
Not again.
"Stalking me", he immediately teases, putting on his best I don't give a fuck front. Smiling as if he was actually happy to see her. As if they both hadn't been actively avoiding one another since Miwa's birthday.
As if it didn't hurt, not one bit.
Utahime doesn't answer him, she doesn't even look at him, as she motions over to Gakuganji. Her face pinched into a small smile that would look real to anyone except Satoru.
She didn't want to be here anymore than he did.
"Aye Gramps, any reason you spamming out invites", Gojo demanded, this time directing all of his attention and every bit of his anger at Gakuganji.
The skeleton growls, always annoyed by Gojo's very presence, "Boy, mind your tone and language. At least pretend you have an ounce of respect. If not for me then to our guest," Gakuganji hissed, unsubtley motioning to the well-dressed man and woman to the left of him.
Gojo just rolled his eyes. Guest? He's supposed to care about some school teacher chick and a frowned face sorcerer why?
The guy might have a bit of cursed energy but the teacher psssh, she'd barely make grade four. Neither one of them are very interesting.
And with Utahime here, he really couldn't care less who they were. She always had a way of stealing his focus and fuddling his mind. Especially when she was ignoring him.
So it's no surprise that he ignores Gakuganji altogether. Not even a shocker to either of the two guests that he doesn't bother introducing himself.
It's not like they didn't know who he was.
The school teacher even proves that theory. Opting to immediately go to his side with a lopsided grin, "Gojo! Wow, this is so exciting. I can't believe I'm meeting you! Like you're the top of the top, the most famous sorcerer ever. OMG! This is like a dream come true! Oh umm my name is Tsumiki Morrow do you mind if I get a selfie? I've always wanted to meet you!", she beamed, completely giddy and starstruck.
Satoru smirked, let's see if Utahime can keep ignoring him now.
Tsumiki Morrow was younger than Satoru, like a fresh twenty-three maybe. She was dressed in a bright pink pair of overalls and a pale yellow shirt with little suns on it. She looked like a kindergarten teacher, a kid's TV show character, an absolute ball of sunshine.
She was too cute for words, kinda reminded him of Yu a bit. Just so happy and cheery.
The exact opposite of Utahime.
As Satoru's eyes roamed over her, Tsumiki still stood off to the side of him, waiting patiently for the okay to invade his space.
Again Satoru smirked, he was always a sucker for a fan. Especially a patient, happy-go-lucky fan. Especially when said fan has finally gotten Utahime to glance his way, he paints on his best smile, "It's nice to meet you too Tsumiki! Feel free to take as many pictures as you want ", he chirps, gladly posing as Tsumiki whips out her cell phone and begins to snap.
He gives her some of his best faces, silly, serious, and cheeky. She eats each expression up, complementing and copying every single one. All while this happening Gakuganji is seething, the brown-haired guy is scoffing and Utahime well, she's just facing the other side of the room. Praying and pretending that Satoru and his mega fan will disappear.
She's good at that- pretending that is.
So good Satoru can't even tell if she's actually annoyed by the interaction or just him. He can see her curse energy slightly flaring, but he can also see her repeated glances at the clock.
"I'm sorry", Utahime finally says, as she moves in front of the brightly clad women's camera, "But surely you didn't call us both all the way to Kyoto for a photo op"
Besides her Gakuganji nods, "I'd have to agree with Miss Iori, our time could be better spent" he mutters once again giving Gojo the stink eye.
Satoru response? Another cheeky smile, this time with his own camera.
In the frame Tsumiki sheepishly smiles at the both of them, clearly more embarrassed than vexed. "Oh um sorry forgive my spazziness.. I'm a country girl. I ain't never been to the big city, let alone met a celebrity before. Plus Gojo just look so much like-".
"Tsumiki calm yourself", a gruff voice interrupts. It's the brown-haired sorcerer again, he's leaning on the door, but not slouched. His back is straightened, a military pose almost.
Feigned relaxation.
In that moment Satoru decides he doesn't really like him. He really doesn't trust him.
Granted he sucks with names, and he's never been one to claim to know everyone in jujitsu society but… he should know him. With that amount of cursed energy the guys exuding, Satoru should at least know his face.
He knows every other Grade 1.
Gojo opens his mouth to question the man, immediately try to grasp just who the fuck was this, but he was interrupted as Tsumki gasped once more, nearly knocking herself and Utahime into his infinity.
"I'm so sorry Kusakabe. I really didn't mean it", she spluttered, immediately bowing down and pleading.
This is when Satoru's eyes narrowed. He's not one judge, he's seen years and years of people bowing and pleading. It's been his life for as long as he can remember.
But Tsumiki wasn't pleading in a hopeful, prideful way. She wasn't looking at Kusakabe like people looked at Gojo.
She wasn't in awe of him.
She was scared.
As if she read Gojo's mind, Utahime curiously peers up at Kuskabe, "I'm sorry I don't believe I am as acquainted with your name as I should be", she muttered, keeping her voice classy as she further surveys Tsumiki and Kusakbe.
She never did like seeing people bow down. One of the few traditional ideals she loathed.
She also could sense the shift, she heard the pitter-patter of Tsumiki's heart.
It was the same sound her mother used to have with her grandfather. The same sound she had with her father.
A sound that made her wonder just what kind of man was this Kusakabe.
Unfortunately, she doesn't get to question him, in that same second Gakuganji reenters the conversation, "Perhaps now would be the best time to discuss the mission, Agent", he muttered, already sensing the brewing fight.
Satoru rolls his eyes, leave it to Gakuganji to try and spoil some shit.
He wanted to know who this guy was. He wants to see Utahime get in Kuskabe's ass, her anger was always a turn-on to him.
He was not letting the bag of bones ruin that.
So he starts to tell the turtle to shove it, starts to question Kusakabe himself but then Gakuganji's words truly set in. A mission, he was called here for a mission, with Utahime?
Hard pass. Not happening. Fucking impossible.
"I help you with the mission, but she stays out of it", he declares, keeping his tone flat, final.
Like everyone had to bend to his whims or something. Like he was a fucking god.
Utahime can't stop herself from snapping, "No you stay out of it!" she fumed, finally ridding herself of that traditional princess persona she had painted on since his arrival. Because why the fuck was he always speaking. Always in the way. She desperately wanted to be promoted.
He knew how much she wanted to be promoted.
Her teeth bared, her eyes narrowed, he was so fucking annoying.
Satoru doesn't meet her glare, he doesn't even shy from it, he just smiles, reveling in the vision of her true self. She noticed instantly, straightening her back, and fixing her face before she, glances back at Gakuganji,
" Please forgive my outburst", she murmured, putting herself in the most perfect apologetic bow she could muster. Satoru almost can feel her embarrassment from it, he knows how much she hates bowing. How billting she finds the whole thing. He also knows her traditional manner are engrained in her, an awkward programing from her childhood.
To make matters worse and maybe to make her back off, Gojo starts to tease her about it, highlighting to her and everyone else in the room just how much of a 'good girl' she is. How 'polite' she is. It's infuriating, she can't imagine having to deal with him for another minute let alone hours. So again she turns to Gakuganji and regretfully bites out, "I think it probably be best if we were not partnered, sir".
She hates Satoru in that moment. She really does.
Gojo just smirks, he'd rather have Utahime far away from any mission. Especially one that requires his services.
Let her be mad at him, good, he was kinda of still mad at her too.
But instead of agreeing as they both assumed Gakuganji would, the old man just regretfully shook his head, exasperated by the both of them, "Unfortunately my dear it's out of my hands, this mission is not from the Higher-ups", he murmured, clearly upset with that detail himself.
Time stills for a second. Neither Satoru nor Utahime makes a sound.
Not from the higher-ups? Every mission is from the Higher-ups. Has been since the first war 400 years ago. If this mission isn't from the Higher-ups, then who was it from?
Instantly both of their eyes snap back to Kusakabe, then to Gakuganji.
What the fuck was going on.
Before either of them questions him further, the Gakuganji shakes his head and excuses himself. Apparently, the mission was so private even he couldn't hear it. When happy-go-lucky Tsumiki follows him out, Gojo frowns.
Just what the hell is so secretive? What was wrong?
"I guess that's my cue", the Kusakabe, murmurs once both Gakuganji and Tsumiki are out of earshot. "Names Agent Atsuya Kusakabe of the CCB".
"CCB", Gojo repeats, scratching his head and his brain. He didn't understand, he had never been given a mission that wasn't from the Higher-ups. Never heard of it happening to anyone else either.
Just what the hell was the CCB?
And what do they want with them?
He steals a glance at Utahime, she looks just as puzzled, her head tilted and eyes narrowed.
The CCB huh?
This can't be good.
Atsuya shrugged his shoulders, he expected the confusion, "Curse Control Bureau. We're a human government program. Our focus is combating curse energy output and protecting humans".
"Human program? Like non-curse users?", Utahime asked, always one for details and clarification. Cause surely Kusakabe misspoke, there is no need for a human program. Jujitsu society has been protecting humans for centuries. Why would they have a program?
That wouldn't make sense.
But to her horror and slight misbelief, Kusakabe nods, pulling out his badge as if the shiny piece of metal made this whole scenario any better.
As if it made it any less questionable.
"The Higher-ups allowing this shit for giggles or something", Satoru scoffed, always an elitist at the worst moments.
A human-led organization. What the fuck were they gonna do, shoot the curses?
Puhleasee, if anything their just giving him more grief by putting more people at risk.
Stupid if ya ask him.
Kuskabe hums, he already can tell Satoru Gojo is not gonna make this easy, "Unlike you, humans don't answer to the Higher-ups", Atsuya mutters, hoping his slight insult will at least end the argument where it stands.
Obviously, he had never met Gojo.
"You don't really believe that bullshit do you!?", Satoru chuckles, taking Kusakabe's obvious anger and dislike with a grain of salt. Cause honestly who was the brown-haired brute kidding? Satoru is one of the last people to ever take up for the Higher Ups, but seriously, he's not gonna pretend humans haven't been their literal puppets for years.
They damn near lick the old farts' crusty feet every New Year.
Kuskabe rolls his eyes, he is a little annoyed by Gojo's constant laughter, and to make matters worse Utahime isn't stopping the idiot.
Clearly, she must at least agree with the fool.
He was right, this isn't gonna be easy at all.
"I'm not here to argue, nor amuse you. Let's get back to the issue at hand", Kusakabe grumbled, hoping that he wasn't the only one in the room with an ounce of maturity.
Unfortunately for him, Gojo was never really associated with maturity. He laughed, damn near wheezed as he felt the man next to him get more and more irritated.
Humans fighting curses, a fucking sham if he heard it.
When it became clear Gojo's laughter was running on longer than Kusakabe's patience, Utahime elbowed him. Well, she would've, if infinity wasn't up. Still, her clear discomfort and obvious blooming bruise was enough to gather Satoru's attention.
And her demand that he shut up and take this seriously was enough to settle him down, just a little.
After a few more seconds, his giggles stopped, and he turned back to Kusakabe with a playful smile, "Sorry sorry, so you called us here to recruit us for the CCB thing right", he asked already more than ready to give the offer his most respectful rejection.
Would be fun to fuck with the Higher Ups joining the shit. But joining this organization seems like he'll get more nuisances and casualties than allies.
Plus, as much as Utahime gets under his skin, he still shudders when he thinks of her going on a mission. As if he'd let her join some shit he doesn't have pull in.
Kusakabe sighed, "I'm not trying to recruit either of you, just asking for your assistance".
"Our assitance? Are you sure", Utahime asked, cracking her knuckles as she surveyed both men.
She still didn't trust Kusakabe. She's not sure if she trusts Gojo. Neither man seemed very cooperative, and she's almost positive she wouldn't be promoted from this.
None of this seemed worth it.
Kuskabe grumbles, clearly sensing Utahimes hesitation. "Trust me, only the two of you can help me with this mission", he murmurs, he then flips his phone out of his pocket and pulls up a holo-file. It's of several people, men and women dressed in these large white robes, "Recently the CCB has been having an issue with another organization. A cult of sorts".
"A cult?", Utahime murmured, now glancing at the file with apprehesion. The last time she dealt with a cult was…bad. Really bad. She hasn't even fully dealt with the issues it gave her.
"They call themselves the Suns of Shiro. They align to neither human nor jujitsu society", Kuskabe added, thankfully pulling Utahime away from her thoughts. She nods, then glances at her ex-husband.
He looked bored.
"So they're curse supporters, not exactly new", Gojo muttered after a yawn, he felt Utahime glare at him but that only made his slouch deeper.
What was she so angry about?
She had nothing to worry about. He would protect her just like last time.
He'll always protect her.
"That's not the case. The Suns of Shiro fight whomever they deem unworthy. Whether that be a jujitsu sorcerer, human, or a curse. The Ryomen has not even been able to squash them. One of them got into a hefty fight with The Cursed King and survived", Kuskabe added, once again shifting his phone to pull up another file.
Again Gojo yawned, "I've got in a few fights with Sukuna, what's your point".
"My point is you're not six years old", Kuskabe huffed, watching as both Utahime and Gojo stood up a bit straighter.
A six-year-old, fighting Sukuna, and surviving? Impossible.
There are few people who have fought Sukuna, fewer who survived.
If this kid fought Sukuna and lived, that means Sukuna wanted the kid to live.
But that's not even the biggest problem.
Utahime is the first to speak, her voice pointed and careful, "The Suns of Shiro use children to fight", she asked, though by her tone she really didn't want to know the answer.
This mission is already shaking her, too much of it is hitting close to home.
She steals another glance at Satoru, she can tell he knows how much she's bothered. He's peering at her like he always did. Like she needed fucking protection.
She glares at him, she hates it when he does that. She wishes he would stop.
He doesn't.
Kuskabe watches the exchange but says nothing, keeping his professionalism as he pulls up another file. This one is of a child, he is small, the cloak almost hanging off of him, his hood up, mask on. He was surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, all of them dead, " Their organization uses children and adults.", Atsuya confessed, motioning back to the video where the child sweeps over and pulls a black blade through one man's chest. " But my focus is this one".
Gojo bitterly chuckles, the kid must be good, it's sad that he's already been made into a killer, "Dangerous as he sounds, I won't fight children. I'll bring him to you if that's what you want", he replied, already standing up and readying himself to warp. He is in the middle of a lunge stretch when Kusakbe holds up his hand.
"No need, I already apprehended the child and put curse-blocked cuffs on him. Despite his many escape attempts, he is no longer a threat", Atsuya reassured, though by his tone Gojo was not sure if the agent even believed that.
Still, he decided not to question it, and instead asked, "Then why call us".
And for the first time that day Kuskabe paused, mulling over his next words before he said them."You see while the child, Fushiguro was in our custody for two months, he refused to share any information about the Suns of Shiro. When my superiors started getting creative in questioning the child, I relocated him. As far as the bureau knows he's escaped".
"You saved him", Utahime whispers, glancing back at Atsuya with even more puzzlement.
She really didn't understand him now. He was an enigma. scary, angry, broody, and…. kind.
A mystery if she ever saw one.
Atsuya winces, almost as if he were ashamed. "I relocated the child to Miss Tsumki's home, she runs a kinship care facility down in the countryside. It's not well known, very isolated. No one would look for him there", he explained, again looking ashamed but resolute.
He was a traitor somewhat. He helped a fugitive escape, he's keeping that fugitive hidden away.
No wonder he was so hush-hush about it. It's not like many people can know about this.
This makes Gojo wonder, why exactly is he telling them.
He doesn't want them to fight the Suns of Shiro he already said his focus was the kid. He already removed him from the organization's cell too, so this isn't about a jailbreak. The kid's already in a kinship care.
Wait. Kinship care.
The orphanages for children with volatile curse energy. Sometimes hell holes, sometimes decent. One of the places where Geto adopted his twins from.
…..and they want him and Utahime to work together.
"We're not into adoption", he abruptly declares, instantly shooting Kuskabe his dirtiest glare.
The fucking audacity. Their fucking grieving parents for fucks sake.
Beside him Utahime fumes, "Gojo, speak for yourself", she mutters elbowing his infinity once more and sending Kuskabe an apologetic smile.
This only makes Gojo's glare harden, why the fuck was she being so nice to him all of a sudden.
Whatever, she can be mad all she wants but he knows Utahime could never take in another child, it wouldn't feel right without Megumi.
It shouldn't feel right without Megumi.
He frowns again, grabs her hand to wave her bare finger along with his own in Kuskabes face, "We've divorced also, so if you were trying to find a kid a home you're kinda looking in the wrong spot", he utters, more than annoyed as Utahime snatches her hand back.
Ugh, she is so dramatic.
"I'm not too sure about that" Kuskabe mutters, once again pulling another file up from his phone. It's of the boy in the white cloak fighting again, only this time he's pulling out shadows from the ground, wielding and forming them into weapons. He even made one shadow turn into a fucking owl. One with lightning emerging from its beak.
"He's a Zenin", Utahime murmurs, her voice taking on a strange tinge.
A Zenin? Working for a cult? Wouldn't be the first time.
Kuskabe looks as if he doesn't want to nod, "I was told the Shadow technique was a Zenin trait"
Gojo snorts, poor kid, he's fucked in the family department. "Probably should leave the kid with the cult. He might be better off".
"Shut up, Gojo", Utahime seethed, she hated it when he talked about her family. Even after everything, even if she isn't welcomed, they're still her family.
He should have an ounce of respect.
But Gojo doesn't, waving off her irritation with another bitter chuckle, "Hey, I'm just stating facts. Neither one of us can take him. One the Zenins' will declare war on the Gojo family if I do and two they already denounced you from their family. Letting them have the kid will probably fuck him up more than he already is and I'm not sure if the killer kid is gonna be a good fit with little miss Sunshine," he replied, acting as if he knew every fucking thing.
Oh, how Utahime hated how he thought knew every fucking thing.
"I can take care of a child Gojo", she insisted, her face coloring a bit as she waited for him to disagree with her.
Satoru wasn't trying to disagree with her, but she was wrong. This kid was a killer. He didn't belong anywhere near Utahime.
His scoff was instant, loud, and annoying as usual.
It shouldn't hurt Utahime as much as it did.
She wants to snap at him, but instead, she ignores him, pretends he isn't there, pretends he never spoke. She knows how much he hates that.
Kuskabe does too, if the redness of Gojo's face is anything to go by.
Atsuya breaks the tension with a reluctant sigh, "It appears Fushiguro gets along quite well with Miss Tsumiki.", he begins, his voice a drawled base of regret.
He half expects Gojo and Utahime to catch on. But they don't.
Instead, they both bite out a plethora of greats, goods, and perfects. Obviously trying to one up one another on pleasantries.
Kuskabe nearly groans at the display, he knew this wouldn't be easy. But damn.
They bring out the worst in each other.
Amid the fifteenth pleasantry, Atsuya once again tries to explain. Again his tone was regretful almost mournful. "Listen, Fushiguro in his stay with Tsumiki has let some information slip. Information pertinent to Suns of Shiro and the childs birth family" he starts, pausing a bit to make sure both Utahime and Gojo were listening to him.
They looked annoyed, but they also looked focused.
That should be good right?
It did little to help Kuskabe, he sighed once more, this wasn't in his job description. He wasn't the best at emotional conversations.
How is he supposed to tell them this anyway?
"Fushiguro mentioned that he grew up amongst the Suns of Shiro and his parents were absent from his life", he begins, slowly announcing the words and watching the expressions on both of their faces.
Neither one was getting the hint.
Utahime eyebrows furrow, just why was Kuskabe beating around the bush, what exactly was he trying to say, " Do we… know his parents or something", she asked after a moment.
Kusakabe winced, " I believe so", he confessed, dragging his own hand over his hair and pulling out a cigarette. When Utahime frowned at it, he placed it back in his coat and sighed, might as well rip this off like a bandaid, huh.
Finally, after seconds pass, he looks at Satoru, "Fushiguro has six eyes, it's not as strong as yours, not always active but it's your technique, I'm sure of it".
Gojo shook his head before he realized it, "Can't be", he attested, his eyes fixed, mouth tight. His friendly facade was gone. His petty moment with Utahime was gone too.
He had no time for games.
This kid can't have six eyes. He can't.
It wouldn't make sense.
Six eyes? And the Ten Shadows?
That's impossible.
There would be no way this kid had a Zenin and a Gojo power unless he came from both families. And that hasn't happened in years. It only happened once.
It can't be.
Utahime gasped the minute she understood, the second it clicked she nearly lost her footing.
The only reason she hadn't hit the floor was because Kuskabe had caught her, he looked remorseful as he continued. "It was a small slip-up, not sure why but the kid has a soft spot for Tsumiki. He told her about his six eyes, called it his sore eye power. Tsumiki didn't even fully understand, she mentioned the six eyes similarity to me in passing, gushing about how much the kid looked like you-".
No! No ! No! No No!
This time Gojo nearly falls, his infinity flaring and cursed energy spiraling.
It can't be. It isn't.
Utahime is openly sobbing now, she can't make out Atsuya even if he is an inch away from her, "You're saying…. you think that kid… he's Megumi", she finally asked, pulling the forbidden thoughts that had been swarming through all of their heads out in the open.
Gojo so desperately wishes she didn't. Not when he knew how wrong this was.
"Megumi died", Gojo angrily mutters, stealing a weeping Utahime from Kuskabe's arms, and fixing his face in another glare.
Kuskabe doesn't even meet it, "You never found a body", he murmurs instead, trying his best to sound respectful for Iori's sake.
Gojo didn't think sugarcoating would help, "I found a piece of his jaw", he argued, more than annoyed with Atsuya at this point. He can feel Utahime fighting against him, halfway hear her telling him he's wrong, that she knew he was alive.
Oh god, not this again.
He wants to remind Utahime that she wasn't conscious when he found her. That she didn't see all of the blood and fire everywhere. He wants to tell her she didn't hear the curse scream and yell about how good the baby tasted.
He wants to.
But he can't he doesn't want to hurt her like that.
He can't.
Instead, he fixes Kuskabe with another glare, a look what you did scowl. The man actually has the nerve to look apologetic, as if this was hurting him.
Atsuya sighs again, "Look I understand this is far-fetched but I can't exactly pass all this off as coincidence. Fushiguro grew up with the Suns of Shiro, he was with them since infancy. Your son Megumi, was not even one year old when he disappeared".
"When he died", Gojo corrected, not even angry as Utahime smack herself free.
"Can I see him", she asked Atsuya, her eyes crinkling just the slightest. Her baby was alive. He was okay. She hasn't been this happy in years.
Kuskabe shakes his head, a mirror of Gojo disapproving stare, "I think it is best we hold off the meetings until we confirm my theory".
"You mean your bullshit", Gojo snarled, irritated enough that his cursed energy swarmed around all of them breaking Gakuganji desk, a chair, even his own fucking glasses.
"Gojo, shut up and calm down", Utahime commanded.
It was Megumi. She could feel it.
What good are his eyes if he can't even see that?
Gojo doesn't share her optimism. He doesn't have time for her illusion. He does however have plenty of time to glower down at Kuskabe. If he disliked him before. He downright hates the man now.
If Kuskabe wasn't who he was, if he hadn't had a smaller version of those blue eyes glaring at him for the past eight months, he probably would've shuddered. Instead, he shakes his head, and mutters out another apology, "I understand your hesitation but I would still like to do a DNA test on the remains of Megumi. Just to cancel out this theory", he tries once more.
Satoru doesn't even blink, "No".
"Yes", Utahime growled, fed up with him always speaking for her. Megumi is her son too, that is her son too.
It's a shame that through his anger Satoru doesn't see that.
"It's not Megumi, and I'm not gonna let you dig up my son just so you can figure that out", he raged, keeping his glare split to the both of them.
It wasn't Megumi, no matter how much he wished it was.
He steals a final glance at the holo-file still playing, the child in the white cloak that brought up so many feelings he had tried hard to bury. The parts of him that he thought he left with his son. He then vanished, hoping that the feelings and this conversation would never appear again.
Okay, chappie number two is donezo. I'm gonna be honest not exactly my most exciting chapter ever but eh were building the plot so yaah.
So like clearly Gojo and Hime are not in accord on the whole testing Megumi's remains thing but when are they ever really on the same page lol. Lots of miscommunication, tons of tension cause ya know our loveable duo just sucks at talking lol. How did you guys like Atsuya btw, I really enjoyed writing him. He's a ton of fun.
Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, please review and let me know what yall think.
Byeeeeeeeee