A/N: The good news about this chapter is that it was very easy to write on a whole. The bad news is that my original plans for this work jumped off a cliff with this chapter. It's a case of a story using you as a vessel to write itself in a manner that you never would have considered but are now going with because it's just what the story wants to do. Those of you reading this who are writers know what I mean. I love working on this story. It leaves me flabbergasted a lot though. JJK brain-rot is real. Don't let no one tell you any different. Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy this chapter. I had a good time writing it...even with all the angst I packed into it...because of course there's more angst instead of fluff like I wanted. Such is life. Best wishes and God bless you all!
Disclaimer: Jujutsu Kaisen was originally crafted by Gege Akutami. This work is merely a Fanfiction...and a wild one at that.
Warnings: Where do I even begin? Expect gore. Expect grief-stricken angst. Expect a little spice. Then watch in amazement as I actively throw a grenade into this plot with a manic smile on my face. JJK fans think Gege is evil? Ha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahem. Reader discretion is advised. Enjoy the chapter!
Side Note: This chapter is named after the song Bad Dream by Lexie Liu. Definitely check it out if you feel so inclined. It was a huge source of inspiration this time around.
Crystal Gate, the Domain Expansion once bound to the Cursed Spirit known as Cosmos, holds unique properties that set it apart from any Domain held by the Curses and Sorcerers capable of using them. It is not a technique that adheres to the individual user as other Domains do. Rather, it is an ancient realm of memory that acts as a chasm between dimensions for wandering spirits.
Accessing this independent Domain at will requires mass amounts of Cursed Energy. Cosmos strained to maintain her continuous link to it in her weakened state, which is one of the primary reasons why she had hunted humans so emphatically over the last three decades. The energy output from the use of her Soul Bind Technique, whether it was successful or not, was just enough to keep the realm from slipping out of her grasp.
Losing her connection to Crystal Gate meant relinquishing her hope, so she held on to it until her guilty conscience devoured her resolve.
At no point was she ever able to use the full potential of the Domain, regardless of how much strength she gained.
Targeting Satoru Gojo was a last-ditch effort to find a compatible candidate to fuse her soul with, but she never entertained the idea that the plan would work in her favor. He was too strong, and she knew from the murmurings of other Curses that he thoroughly enjoyed tormenting his victims.
He is a monster among monsters.
...
He would never listen to the despair of a Curse, and Cosmos had accepted this as a fair consequence for ignoring the wishes of her victims.
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She didn't deserve a second chance.
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That's why…
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With the successful completion of the spirit's Soul Bind Technique, control over Crystal Gate has been transferred to Miharu Kelmendi.
Her ability to absorb and distort the Cursed Energy of others, including Satoru Gojo, has completely eradicated the issue of maintaining a link to the mysterious realm of memory. Just a fragment of his power inside her body was more than enough to unlock the hidden depths Cosmos could never reach.
However…
I can't control it.
The Domain Expansion Cosmos left me with is one that would, in theory, make it possible to see everything that happened to my sister before her death in the parallel world she was transported to nearly three decades ago.
Unfortunately, the knowledge of how to access it is beyond me, and even if I wanted to ask the Curse about it, I can't. Whatever might be left of her consciousness was sealed within the sword I inherited after our souls finished fusing…if that's what even happened. I can't say for sure. Cosmos certainly amped up the drama about the process being this highly dangerous, ceremonial thing that would make me wail from the sheer agony of the merger, and considering how nearly every other human she used it on died, I was prepared for a whale of a story to tell in the aftermath...and only if I was one the lucky ones to escape with my mind and body intact.
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Instead, during the supposedly perilous ordeal, all I ended up feeling was a small pinch in my chest. Frankly, that could have just been indigestion from all the running around I did after eating those doughy Dango rolls.
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that my expectations were subverted here, but what the heck am I supposed to tell Satoru? He hasn't outright asked me what happened, but the poor man is practically dying to know the full extent of what Cosmos did to me. He's expecting a wild, transcendent story of how I was changed or a soliloquy about how my soul is not just my own anymore, but the truth of what happened turned out to be a very simple, anticlimactic sequence of events. She touched my forehead with a bony index finger, our bodies glowed, she gave me a final warning concerning memories of hers I might see in my dreams, and then she…disappeared.
Just like my sister…
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Just like…
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Whoosh!
The furious rustle of wind and a snaping of tree branches compels me to direct my gaze to the vibrant foliage above my head in search for the source of the clamor. Less than a second later, a shadowy figure lands on his feet a few paces in front of me in this courtyard littered with small buildings proudly modelling traditional Japanese architecture. Such structures are typically tied to the various historical shrines and palaces throughout the country. Most people would assume this is one of the larger and newer ones built for religious purposes, but with how the buildings are laid out and how secluded the area feels, I suspect this place might actually serve as a private university campus.
I would have liked to have examined my surroundings more closely to be sure of that, but I'm distracted by a blur of motion. The ensuing wind current rushes through the courtyard so fast that it knocks me off-balance.
"Gah!"
My body crashes against the tough terrain. The impact is more surprising than painful, so, blinking fast, I try to gather my bearings and stand up just as another explosion of noise sends vicious tremors through the ground.
"You know what? No."
Shakily, I sit right back down. Staying still is obviously the optimal choice in this scenario because in less than a second yet another deafening screech erupts through the air and down into the earth. This time, I'm calm enough to direct my gaze at the bright, azure sky.
There, I catch the briefest glimpse of the figure's visage.
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Black hair.
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Dark, apathetic eyes.
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There's a large, purple worm draped over his shoulders, a detail I barely catch as his body violently whizzes backward to crash through the tile roof of the building closest to me.
"Who is that?" I wonder silently, quickly scooting back when he breaks through layers of plaster to land in a crouch next to me. The force of his momentum throw up enormous clusters of rocky debris that would have easily crushed me if any of this were happening in real life.
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Luckily, this seems to be a dream.
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No. Maybe not. This vision feels like it might be more concrete than that.
"Heh…interesting."
With a low chuckle, the dark-haired man withdraws a glimmering, inverted blade from the mouth of the worm as he dashes away.
My eyes follow his movement at first, trying to discern the chaos of his actions, but that goal leaves my mind when I catch sight of a familiar person standing beneath a crimson tori gate just beyond the lush forest.
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"Satoru?"
Blinking slowly, I take in his appearance as he stands waiting for the dark-haired man with his hands curled into tight fists. Locked in the fleeting quiet of a fierce battle, his presence is a siren's call that lulls my hammering heart into a slower rhythm.
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But something's off.
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The black school uniform is the first oddity that rings alarm bells even though his height is roughly the same, give or take an inch or two. It's difficult to know for sure about that detail from this vantage point on the ground, but what I can see easily is that his hair is shorter and a touch spikier. There's a faint trace of baby fat around his face too, the sort that doesn't really disappear until someone's a few years out of high school.
On their own, those details paint a pretty clear picture of why he looks so strikingly different, but more than that...
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It's his eyes.
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He looks young.
Too young to have that splotch of scarlet staining the front of his uniform and too young to wear such a tense expression while anticipating the reappearance of an opponent aiming to kill.
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A cold dread grips at my heart.
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Because this isn't just a dream.
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It's a memory. His memory.
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In no way, shape, or form did Cosmos warn me that this was even a possibility. My expectation was to either see the memories of an eldritch monster or my sister in the aftermath of everything that happened just a few short hours ago, but here I am…watching my boyfriend, as a teenager, deftly conjure a massive whirlwind of energy that glows in the same way his eyes do.
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"What is going on?"
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Satoru weaves his arms in one fluid motion that directs the concentrated orb of energy across the courtyard in a wide encirclement. The surrounding buildings, a portion of the forest, and any other particle of matter caught up in the current of his relentless pursuit is eviscerated in less than a second.
And just like before, the debris safely passes through my body, leaving no room for me to think of this as anything but a very realistic dream.
I'm not really here. This isn't really happening.
Even so…
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The subtle motions Satoru took to dismantle everything around him are a terrifying, all-consuming display of raw power. He could blink and that would be more than enough to shred my body down to a molecular level, but knowing this isn't what scares me as he stands in the center of the gigantic crater he created.
What terrifies me is how his mouth twists into that arrogant smirk I've seen over and over, even before officially meeting him.
His entire demeanor, though caught in the middle of a frenzied battle, screams, "You think you can touch me. Nothing can touch me. I'm unbeatable."
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He calls himself the strongest. He probably is, physically speaking.
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But it doesn't change the fact that here, in this memory I'm seeing, he is a child with an evident bloodstain on his chest.
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Springing onto my feet, I hurriedly make my way across the jagged earth to the raised platform of concrete Satoru waits on.
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From faraway he looks untouchable, but the closer I get the more I see that he's not as invincible as he would like everyone to believe.
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Even with a fat grin on his face, a thin bead of sweat rolls down the side of his head and past his cheek to drip off his chin. Beneath his eyes are hints of dark circles...an indication of sleep deprivation.
He calls himself the strongest now...but here in this memory...
"No…"
He's just...
"No. No. NO!"
A kid. An overconfident, overzealous, and bratty kid in the middle of a fight without any awareness that he could die.
"Satoru! Get out of here!"
He doesn't move an inch, which is about what I expected. I know he can't hear me.
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This is a memory. Nothing I do will change whatever happens next.
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But I…have to try anyway.
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Because I just…
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"Not again! I can't go through this again!"
Thousands of demonic flies spring into the scene, shrouding out the radiant sky.
RUN!
Hearing Angelica's voice spurning me on now makes me feel as if my feet are being held down by metal shackles.
Something terrible is going to happen to him. I know it.
Be brave, Miharu! Be brave!
Terrible things always happen to the people attached to me.
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You are not the main character.
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I don't want to see this. I want to wake up. I want to wake up now.
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You are not the main character.
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But…
"SATROU! RUN!"
He pivots away just as I climb onto the patch of untouched stone. An instant later, the man with black hair reemerges with his own smirk.
I don't wait to see what the man does next. There's no time.
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You never should have existed!
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Throwing my body between Satoru and the other man doesn't change anything.
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I'm not harmed physically, but a blindingly hot sensation still races through my bloodstream as the foreign object goes through my back and out of my chest to force its way past the barrier that's normally invisible to my eyes.
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See you tomorrow, babe.
Ack! How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?
At least another thousand times…or until you agree to look into that modeling agency I told you about.
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I belong on the ice. You'll see that for yourself soon enough.
I'm not so sure. Seems to me that you only skate to run away from your feelings.
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Sorry. That was out of line.
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Yeah. It was, but I'll forgive you if you buy me a box of donuts after the exhibition.
Consider it done, babe.
STOP! You know I hate that!
Uh huh. Sure. We can argue about it when I get back tomorrow, okay.
Fine. See you. Be safe.
I will. Call you when I land.
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The strange, inverted blade sinks through the center of Satoru's throat.
I grasp his shoulders to keep myself upright while burgundy blood pools out past his lips.
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Even with my body flush against his, nothing changes.
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I can't save anyone.
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You are not the main character.
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If that's true…then I should have been written out of this mangled plot-line of a life ages ago.
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I'm still too weak. I'm always too weak.
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"Stop it… Stop it…"
The blade continues its path down his torso, ignoring my pleas.
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With each jagged cut through his flesh, shock and horror blossoms into rage.
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And for a split second, I don't see Satoru anymore.
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Instead, I see the face of my first love.
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Chocolate brown tresses, sun-kissed skin, and eyes of liquid gold.
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"Nikolai…"
An entire wave of crimson splatters against my body when the weapon is finally extracted from us both.
I see flashes of gold and blue. White and brown.
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Miharu…have you…seen the news?
Hmm? No. I've been in town all day trying to find a gift for Nikolai. He mentioned that he wanted to improve his painting skills, so I'm looking to see what materials he would need to practice beyond a canvas and expensive paint. Got any ideas? I could use some. I'm really at a loss here.
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What? No chastisement about the last-minute shopping? That's not like you, Sara.
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Sara? You okay?
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Come on. You're starting to scare me. Say something.
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It's…about Nikolai's flight…the one coming in from Russia.
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What about it? Did it get delayed or something?
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Miharu…the plane crashed earlier this morning.
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Nikolai is dead.
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I feel sick.
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Experiencing this memory of Satoru's is an egregious invasion of his privacy.
I don't want anyone to have a front row seat to my most vulnerable moments, and if I had known Cosmos' Soul Bind Technique could result in this, I wouldn't have agreed to it.
Finding out how my sister lived her life isn't worth this.
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A normal person couldn't survive what Satoru did.
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How much pain has he endured?
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A cool breeze shakes through the air as the landscape of the dream transforms into a beach beneath a series of cliffs.
Drenched in his own blood, Satoru lays at my feet with an eerily vacant expression.
That same substance has seeped through my clothes and into my skin.
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What I saw...is a vision of what he experienced.
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And if something like this happens to him again now…it'll be my fault.
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Just like it's my fault that Angelica and Nikolai are dead.
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Even the man I once called my father…is gone because of me.
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"I'm sorry."
Lowering myself into the sand beside his body, I shakily reach out my hand toward his face.
I warned you that this path wouldn't grant you peace.
I don't bother to respond to Cosmos's voice. There's no point in communicating anything else to the wraith responsible for placing me in this horrible position.
You blame me…and rightfully so. However…
"S-shut up."
With a trembling breath, I gently gather this version of Satoru into my arms.
I can't feel his breath. I can't feel his heart beating.
His birth is the only reason I was ever part of this world. His death would substantially weaken Curses like me…
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
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"Parts of my life would have been a wreck regardless of your charitable contribution," I murmur weakly, cradling his head against my chest. "So just drop your ludicrous insinuations about his existence being at fault for my misery. It's not. He didn't ask for the cards he was dealt at birth…and neither did I."
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"We're going to make the best of it together now. That's the end of it."
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I apologize, Miharu. Please understand. I'm just concerned about your attachment to him. It isn't safe for you to…
"Enough."
The strength of the whispered word hurls me out of the nightmare and back into the waking world with a loud gasp.
My entire life has been flipped on its head…again.
I should be used to it. I thought I was used to it. Whether it be a change in career, a change in living arrangements, or a change involving demon cats eating half their weight in food, my general response has been to simply adjust and move on.
But now…
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Laying on my back like this, the first sight that registers is the expanse of scarlet and orange hues through the skylight above me, and that view is swiftly intercepted by him.
Satoru Gojo…alive and well.
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"Thank goodness that's over," I muse inwardly, forcing out a trembling exhale while raising myself into a sitting position. Satoru wordlessly scoots back along the mattress to give me a little more space while I try to regulate my breathing, but I can tell he's examining me more closely than normal.
"W-where's Tuna?" I ask to distract us both.
He slowly takes hold of my hand. I can feel the tremors softening within his grip.
"Fatty scampered out into the living room about an hour ago. Whined for a bit for food, then fell asleep on the kitchen counter next to the cans of Fancy Feast you brought."
Nodding, I press my free hand to my forehead. "Of course he did. He's completely addicted to that stuff."
"But you'll keep buying it for him like the little enabler you are," Satoru murmurs, a teasing lilt to his voice as he leans closer to me. "You okay? Bad dream?"
Glancing at him in that moment wasn't my best idea.
"This guy…"
Satoru is sporting the same arrogant smirk he had before I watched him get filleted like a fish, and it makes me want to vomit and sob simultaneously. What's worse is that I can't even be mad at him for being so mindlessly full of himself all the time. He could wipe out all of humanity in a breath if he wanted, and if anything else in his past is as awful as what I just witnessed, it's no wonder why Cosmos and Curses like her are terrified to even whisper his name.
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But regardless of all his power, then and now, he's still a human being.
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I can't understand why a child was left alone to fight a madman to the death.
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The same man that guided me, supported me, and trusted me through that entire ordeal with Cosmos…doesn't have anyone to do the same for him.
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I had a feeling that was the case already, but having such blatant confirmation is…
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By the time Satoru reaches out to grasp my shoulders, my entire body is shaking.
"Miharu… You need to breathe…"
"I-I can't… I c-can't…"
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Some traumas are unspeakable.
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He's been dying to know the full extent of what Cosmos did to me. That's evident, even now. I'm sure he expects a wild, transcendent story of how I was changed or a soliloquy about how my soul is not just my own anymore.
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I was changed.
I know now that my soul isn't just my own anymore.
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But neither of those facts have anything to do with Cosmos or her Soul Bind Technique.
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Unable to communicate anything else verbally for the moment, I carefully press my fingertips against his Adam's apple, the place where the inverted blade struck first.
"I-I need to become strong…to protect you."
Those electric blue eyes of his brighten with surprise.
"Babe…"
Something snaps inside of me at the sound of the nickname. I try to suppress it…because the last thing I want to do right now is lash out at Satoru, but a small fraction of wrath leaks out of my mouth despite my best effort to contain it.
"How many times am I going to have to ask you to stop calling me that before you listen," I question, struggling to keep a neutral and soft tone. "You keep a constant shield around yourself, yet you're absolutely terrible at respecting other people's boundaries."
A short but tense moment of silence follows my words.
I feel stupid. So stupid…
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Releasing a soft sigh, Satoru moves his hands away from my shoulders to cradle my face. He doesn't speak, but the brushing of his thumbs across my wet cheeks is an answer to my inquiry and a nonverbal signal to inform me that Niagara Falls decided to rush out of my eye sockets…again.
How pathetic.
"Sorry. I just…"
"Don't be," he cuts in, his tone more serious now. "But tell me, is there a reason why that particular pet name bothers you so much?"
The words come out before I can stop them.
"An ex called me that…and I don't deal with reminders of him well."
Satoru's expression darkens, his sharp gaze narrowing on mine.
"Did he hurt you?"
A bitter laugh rolls off my tongue.
"Not on purpose. Just got on a plane fated to crash." Laughing again I add, "He died and left me alone to keep living in a world full of deplorable people, present company excluded."
Satoru's lips part briefly. He had wanted to say something, but for whatever reason he stopped himself.
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"I...dreamed about one of the people that hurt you," I tell him after a full minute of silence between us.
"Yeah?"
I lightly brush my fingers down his neck.
"Yeah."
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"An effect of Cosmos' Soul Bind Technique?"
"I guess so," I confirm, still tracing the path the inverted blade had taken along his chest. "Her Domain allowed her to see through time and memory. After she used her technique on me, I didn't really feel any different. Wasn't sure anything had changed, but…"
He nods once, silently encouraging me to continue.
"I have access to her abilities," I explain, a shuddering sob tearing itself from my throat. "But I can't control them. She warned me I would see her past, so it never crossed my mind…that I would see anything from yours…or that it would tear me apart like this."
Satoru wraps his arms around me then, drawing me into a tight embrace.
"I'm fine, sweetheart" he coos softly, carding his fingers through my hair as I bury my face against his shoulder. "If you saw what I think you did, you should know that it wasn't…as bad as it looked."
"Yes is was," I argue, clutching at his sweatshirt. "Don't lie. You were basically on death's door, Satoru."
"Yeah," he admits, his tone a little brighter. "But what you clearly didn't get to view was my miraculous revival. See, at the point of my near death, I finally learned how to apply a phenomena known in my profession as Reverse Technique. Cursed Energy is negative energy, but when that energy is multiplied against itself it…
"Gojo… Please…"
"Huh? Is this not a good time to explain it?"
"No," I groan, suppressing the tiny laugh that wants to come out in response to his well-meaning foolishness. "I'm literally having an emotional meltdown here."
"I dunno. I think I see a hint of a smile on your face."
"You don't see anything."
Satoru immediately bursts into quiet hysterics. The sound fills my chest with a comforting warmth, and as that sensation wraps around me, I make the decision to share a part of myself no one else has ever been privy to.
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"Please tell me…that you killed that monster for what he did to you," I whisper, pressing my lips against his pulse.
His laughter ceases at the contact.
"Because if you didn't…we'll have to put our relationship on hold until I can collect his head for you."
At those words, a sharp jolt reverberates through his body.
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"I h-handled it," he breathes out huskily, tightening his hold on me. "No murder plots for you."
"Too bad. Would have been fun to get revenge for you."
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In the short silence that follows, Satoru carefully pulls back by a fraction.
Confused, I look up at him and am gifted with the sight of a breathtakingly genuine smile.
"I don't need you enacting revenge for me, Miharu." He gently tips my chin up with his thumb so I can't look away. "Don't need you crying over my well-being either, although it's incredibly flattering to know you love me that much."
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"I-I never said I loved you."
With a softening expression, Satoru closes what little distance remains between us.
"You didn't have to."
As much as I would have liked to protest his hypothesis about my loving him, the instant his lips capture mine, my arguments flee to the back of my throat and are kept there indefinitely by eager, passionate kisses.
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Things are happening too fast between us for me to reasonably call this love.
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But I want to love him. Desperately.
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"Did you see anything else," he questions, breaking away briefly.
"No… Nothing else."
With a nod, he closes those luminous eyes of his and leans back in for another deep kiss. The sensation draws an involuntary moan from my mouth and into his as he guides our bodies down onto the mattress.
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Day slowly breaks, illuminating the room while we run our hands in languid, almost timid patterns across each other's bodies.
Our clothing is the only barrier between us.
That flimsy blockade could have easily slipped away, but Satoru's careful touch clearly communicates what he can't bring himself to express verbally.
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This is as far as we can go for now.
….
He was projecting before. I think he's the one in love, but it's deeply frustrating for him to feel this way…about anyone.
I feel the same way about all this.
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We've both been alone for so long that letting go of each other simply isn't an option, but at the same time…bridging this gap of physical intimacy is too much for our battered souls to take in right now.
This moment on its own feels so perfect already. It'd be absolutely sinful to want more.
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But I definitely want more.
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"Sweetheart…"
"Hmm… What is it?"
He presses another kiss to my neck while sliding his hands beneath the white, long-sleeved t-shirt he let me borrow. His long, mischievous fingers set fire to my bare skin as he weaves a tantalizing trail up my back.
"I should probably tell you that I'm the primary guardian of that guy's son."
"Hmmm? W-what guy?"
With a devious, childish giggle, he drums his nails against the clasps of my bra.
"The one whose head you said you wanted to collect before we started this little session of ours."
With a growl, I lightly bite the corner of his lip.
"Whoa now! Easy there, tiger lady."
"Shut up…we're in the middle of something here."
Smiling brightly, he places another soft kiss against my lips before removing his hands from beneath my shirt.
"I know, and it's something we'll have to put a stop to for now, I'm afraid," he says, abruptly rolling onto his back to lay beside me. "Turns out your technique drains a lot more of my energy when we're engaged in intimate activities."
I raise an eyebrow at this revelation.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that you actually managed to tire me out."
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"Is that an achievement or something?" I ask, rolling onto my side to look down at his smug face. I'm not at all surprised that he stopped things from escalating further between us, but I'm not buying this excuse.
"I'd say so," he replies with an exaggerated yawn. "Even the most powerful Curses have trouble with that. Congratulations."
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"And we also had to stop…because I didn't expect to end up in bed with a beautiful woman when I went out to fight yesterday."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that I don't have any protection on hand right now."
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I blink at him once.
"You're serious? You don't have any here?"
It's his turn to raise an eyebrow at me.
"How sexually active do you think I am?"
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I don't want to answer his question because the general impression I've had of him since that first time he stole baked goods from me…is that he's the sort of man that gets around. A lot.
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He narrows his glowing gaze even more.
"Miharu…are you mentally slut shaming me right now?"
"What!? No! Why would you even think something like that?"
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Actively frowning now, Satoru reaches for his phone on the nightstand, checks the time, and then, after setting the device down, throws the covers off us both as he gets up to march his way into the adjoining bathroom. He flips on the light switch inside the small room, leaving the door open while reaching for a tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush.
It's literally the most mundane sequence of events I've seen out of him since we met, and he was pouting and rolling his eyes like a child through it all just because my first impression of him was that of a vagabond.
But I know different now.
There's so much more to him, and…I want to see everything that makes him who he is.
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"You were right."
"About?" he mumbles, his muffled voice barely audible over the running faucet as he brushes his teeth.
"Loving you. I do. Very much."
Satoru pauses mid-motion to peer at me, and though he tries to hide his feelings with a snort of laughter after a handful of seconds, it doesn't fool me.
We're so down bad for each other that it'd be funny if it wasn't so stupid.
"Told you so," he cheers, smiling around the toothbrush.
"MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!"
Sighing at the sound of Tuna's wails for Fancy Feast, I quickly get up from the bed and stretch while Satoru spits into the sink.
He doesn't have to say it back. Though it would have been…
"Miharu..."
Pivoting on my heel, I turn back around to meet his piercing gaze.
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"How would you feel about marrying me?"
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This body will do just fine.
It has been said that one must strike while the iron is hot.
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Considering that Kenjaku will find himself hanging around a Special Grade Curse with a volcano sprouting from the top of his head, the irons of opportunity will always be hot, especially now that his reflection bears the strikingly handsome image of Suguru Geto.
Of course, he didn't choose to transfer his brain to this body for sex appeal, although he imagines it could be a bonus under the right circumstances.
No. Stealing this body for himself came down to one simple thing.
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On second thought, make it two things.
Firstly, Geto's Curse Manipulation Technique, brilliantly displayed during the beautifully named Night Parade of a Hundred Demons that shook through the streets of Kyoto and Shinjuku respectively, was one that would greatly aide him in his goals if he managed to snag it for himself. Throughout that entire ordeal, he had skulked about like a roaring lion, seeking to devour his prey.
And what luck! Satoru Gojo quietly executed the powerful Curse User without setting his body ablaze, giving him ample opportunity to dig up the leftover husk and all its benefits.
Speaking of the strongest Sorcerer, that leads to the second reason why taking over this body was such a brilliant idea!
Kenjaku gained access to all of Geto's memories, and thanks to this he was able to discern a massive crack in Gojo's seemingly impenetrable armor.
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At the end of the day, regardless of his power, he is still a human being.
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He has emotions…emotions that can easily be exploited under the right circumstances.
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Suguru Geto had been his best friend. Maybe his only real friend in all the world, and he murdered him for a society he doesn't even like fighting for. How tragic!
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This will give me a substantial advantage in the days to come. And, with any luck, the entirety of Jujutsu Society will fall to it's knees within a year's time.
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Unfortunately, Kenjaku's plan to use this body to seal the strongest Sorcerer away only works for the story we know.
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Here, time has been manipulated.
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Here, an unexpected development occurred, throwing off the original sequence of events.
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Here, all of Kenjaku's nefarious scheming will fall to ruin long before he can initiate his Culling Games. Yet another tragedy! That arc was so entertaining!
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And all this is because of the actions taken by Angelica Kelmendi on May 7th, 1991.
Without her sacrifice, Miharu would have been the one taken by Cosmos that fateful day, thus eliminating all the influence she would gain over Satoru Gojo's life.
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At present, the famed body snatcher has no awareness of the girl…and by the time he discovers her existence, it will be far too late. Oh! The horror for poor little, Kenjaku! But hey! With this the heroes of this tale might snatch up a happy ending! Won't that be great!? So many die in this tale originally. Maybe with Miharu, some lives can be spared! What joy!
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Except...there is no joy in a world like this. What? Did you assume that the inevitable demise of one Curse User would change that? Don't be so naive. A divergence in time creates a ripple effect you see, and its consequences can be felt across countless dimensions.
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Cosmos, a Curse born in my home world, has a whole host of enemies of far greater significance than this roach.
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Miharu better watch out.
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She better not cry.
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You don't know why? Come on now. Everyone knows this song!
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Fine. I'll tell you why.
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Cause Santa Claus is coming to town, silly.
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And this year…he's bringing mayhem and disaster to all the naughty Sorcerers and Curses breaking the sacred rules of time through one spunky and charming elf, me!
Who am I? Did I not introduce myself?
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Hmm…well, I can't make this easy.
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How about a riddle concerning my identity? Can you figure it out? I bet you can't, but think real long and hard for me. I'd love for someone to get it right!
Ahem!
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I am part of a story you may have read before.
A woman whose love was taken by the edge of a sword.
My heart was consumed by darkness. It never knew light.
All it heard in the end were screams howling in the night.
I play best when part of a team.
And my name starts with an E.
Who am I?
A/N: I don't even know what to say. I can't explain this. I CAN'T! But, we do have a plot now and a villain besides Kenjaku ready to throw some mess in here. That past mistake I made with the date of Geto's Night Parade...I told you I'd be using that to my advantage! Get ready for some shenanigans. You guys aren't ready. I'm not ready either! Stay tuned! Thanks for reading everybody! I really hope you guys enjoyed this one! Best wishes and God bless you all!