The Escape
The Escape (Gojo x Reader- Part 5 of The Marriage)
Author’s note: Hey guys. Another chapter of The Marriage for anyone that’s reading. I rewrote the ending to this chapter and while I feel a little more confident with it I’m still a little unsure about this one. Any feedback you guys could provide would be really helpful. I didn’t really want to dedicate an entire chapter to the final showdown (this fic has always been from the pov of the sidelines). So the next chapter will be post battle trying to navigate a new reality. I’d like to do a timeskip for reader and Gojo but I’m not sure if there will be one or two more chapters after this. I’ll see how it flows. Enjoy!)
Warnings: blood, sexism, childbirth, manga spoilers, canon divergence (because daddy’s home), minors dni
Another piercing scream ripped through you. It was agony, dragging you down and holding you in its talons. The pain was excruciating, worse than you could have imagined. No amount of books or classes could have prepared you to give birth, at least not alone. You and Satoru had concrete plans set in place. A duffle bag packed away, the quickest route to the hospital marked. He should have been by your side through this. Holding your hand, kissing your forehead, and encouraging you to keep going.
Now you were here, in some cramped bedroom, two strangers looming over you.
How long had you been in labor? You’d lost track of the time.
Uraume, checked between your legs for the umpteenth time.
“Still not dilated enough. You know prolonging this won’t work in your favor. Lord Sukuna grows hungrier each day. Any longer and he’ll rip that brat out of you himself.
“Fuck you,” you hissed.
They just smirked. “Does it hurt? I hope it does.”
Yes it did hurt. You had no pain medication to ease your suffering, so you were forced to bear it.
Kenjaku opened the bedroom door.
“How are we doing?”
You threw your head back against the pillow in agony.
“She refuses to cooperate,” Uraume griped.
“Now, now Uraume. We mustn't be impatient. We will wait for (Name).”
~
Satoru clawed against the sharp mountain of bones in a manic fit. He didn’t even flinch when they cut into his skin and spilled his blood. He only raised his wounded palms up and slammed them against his head as he clenched his teeth. The skeletons tore at his clothes and dug their boney fingers further into his flesh. His blindfold had been lost, leaving him overexposed to this illusion.
“Satoru,” one of the skeletons whispered.
He halted and looked up to find it mutated into the beast he had seen before, Sukuna. In his arms, he held you.
Your unconscious body was pummeled and bloodied.
“(Name),” he choked out.
Sukuna looked down at you, limp in his arms, and smirked.
“This offering is one of many,” Sukuna murmured. “And what a beautiful offering it is.”
Satoru lunged towards the display only to be forcefully shoved to the hard ground, dislocating his jaw in the process.
“Let go of her!” he ordered in vain.
Sukuna just chuckled.
“Fear not Satoru Gojo, this is only a preview of what’s to come, either her demise or yours.”
Satoru just screamed, all he could do was scream.
~
“Kenjaku, she’s losing a significant amount of blood,” Uraume informed.
They had stepped into the hallway momentarily to discuss your current state.
“Bleeding is completely normal.”
Uraume just shook their head. “No, it’s far too much. She’ll die before the baby is even delivered.”
Kenjaku just sighed. “If she dies, she dies. If our buyers say anything I can just pull out another curse to keep them in line.”
Uraume halted and stared at him in disbelief. “But what about Sukuna? I wanted to bring her to him alive.”
He waved his hand. “Sukuna will have his fill with the culling games players. Maybe that lawyer or the failed manga artist would be a nice appetizer.”
Uraume clenched their teeth at his laid back attitude.
“Kenjaku,” they warned. “This wasn’t what I agreed to when I enlisted my services to your cause.”
He just sighed, enraging them even further. “Uraume, let me spell this out for you. If you don’t get back in there and deliver that baby, I’ll release Satoru Gojo and after he kills me, he can tear your precious master limb from limb. Now, do you want to keep wasting time?”
Uraume said nothing and dutifully returned into the bedroom where you groaned.
~
Everything started to slow down, the movements of your hosts, their bickering voices. Your excruciating pain washed over you in a state of euphoria as the final moments of labor loomed over you, their predatory gaze pressing you down.
~
In the mix of screams and grunts the cries were soft, sounding a world away, slowly approaching until you were pulled back to reality. Your baby. You and Satoru’s baby. With a final exhaustive push they had entered the world.
“It’s a girl,” Kenjaku cheerily announced as Uraume held the screaming newborn up. For a moment they almost disappeared from your view, leaving you alone with your daughter. She was beautiful. You choked back a sob, completely overwhelmed. She had a little tuft of white hair accompanied by identical lashes, the resemblance to your husband was uncanny. Your joyous relief was abruptly interrupted by Kenjaku’s unwelcomed voice.
“What a beautiful girl she is,” he insincerely cooed.
Uraume swiftly cut the umbilical cord and went into the bathroom to clean the newborn in the sink.
Kenjaku waltzed in front of you and inspected between your propped up legs. “My my (Name), Uraume was right. You're still bleeding.”
You said nothing.
“C’mon, where’s that feisty woman I met two months ago? Doesn’t she have anything to say?”
Again you said nothing.
He just sighed. “Childbirth never does you women any good. The one thing you should excel in, and yet you’re left as nothing but a shadow of your former self.
Kenjaku briskly retrieved a small shopping bag from the corner of the room and pulled the contents out for you to see.
It almost was enough to pull you out of your stupor. It was Satoru’s Hugo Boss coat.
“While you were passed out, I thought it was imperative to make a small trip back to your home.”
He walked up to your bedside and held it over you.
“You see (Name), contrary to what you and the others think of me I’m not entirely cruel.”
Uraume exited the bathroom with your daughter in their arms. Her cries had subsided to tiny whimpers.
Kenjaku continued his self congratulatory dribble.
“I brought this coat to wrap your daughter in, that way she’ll have a keepsake of her father.”
“Who she’ll never know,” you spat.
He sighed and handed the coat to Uraume, who used it to swaddle the baby.
“Say what you will. But time doesn’t pass in the prison realm. So in a way I’m the most humane don’t you think?”
You scoffed with what strength you had left.
“Humane? How is robbing my daughter of her life anything but cruel?”
He smirked. “You jujutsu sorceres are so hypocritical. Tell me, how are my actions any different than those that you take with your students? Remember your precious friend Yu Haibara? Wasn’t he robbed of his life?”
You clenched your jaw.
“How dare you say his name you bastard.”
He ignored your insult and continued.
“If his parents will never see their son grow, then why should you have the privilege with your daughter?”
Before Kenjaku could finish you off he abruptly staggered backwards, the look of glee he sported was quickly replaced with a mortified one.
“No, no, don’t,” he cried.
Then he shook his head and clenched his jaw in irritation. “I’ve already told you to stop interfering. Even in death you refuse to lay dormant.”
His complaints proved meaningless as his right hand shot straight into his chest, failing to severely impair him.
He let out a bitter laugh as he pulled the bloody fist out. “You are by far the most disagreeable host I’ve ever had, Suguru Geto.”
Uraume roughly grabbed Kenjaku’s arm. “Stop this. These games of yours are only stalling our goals.”
He sighed in defeat. “I suppose you're right. I got a little carried away.”
Kenjaku turned to face you.
“I suppose this is the last time we’ll see each other. If you die before Uraume can bring you to Sukuna, I’d love to have you as one of my cursed spirits,” he admitted.
“I’d rather be eaten by that devil,” you weakly grunted.
He gave you a small wave and headed out the door. “You might just get your wish. Goodbye.”
You shifted your gaze to Uraume.
“Let me hold my baby,” you demanded.
They just wrinkled their nose. You’ll only contaminate the potential of her cursed energy. I’ll be preparing her for our departure. When I come back, I hope you’ll be dead. I can always find Lord Sukuna something more refined to eat.”
~
“Stay here for a while, Uraume,” Kenjaku ordered. “I want to record her time of death.”
They sighed at the request, wanting to return to their masters side instead of play nurse.
“Alright.”
~
“Satoru,” you scolded. “This is serious.”
You swatted him away as he tried to go in for another kiss.
The two of you sat in bed together, trying to pick a name from ‘100,000+ Baby Names.’
“I am being serious,” he argued as he kissed your shoulder. “I already have the name I want.”
You rolled your eyes at him.
“I already told you we’re not naming our baby Bert. He’s not a sixty year old man.”
Satoru looked at the page you had stopped on.
“Mari’s a pretty name,” he mused as he pointed to it.
You hummed in acknowledgement.
“And if it’s a boy we’ll name him Bert,” he concluded.
“Well for the baby’s sake I hope it’s a girl, because I like Mari too.”
You smiled despite yourself and kissed his lips.
“It doesn’t matter what their name is. We’ll love them no matter what,” you confirmed.
~
Mari, your daughter.
‘Satoru, I’m not sure if I can fulfill my promise and survive, but I’ll die trying.’
~
Your body was throbbing. It took everything in you to sit up. You just needed to get your daughter and take her to Jujutsu High. You were informed by Kenjaku some time ago that Ieiri had remained at the school under orders from the higher ups. If you could get Mari there, she’d be safe.
You trusted Ieiri to find a safe home for your daughter, in the event that you died. Just until Satoru could get to her. And he would get to her, you knew he would. You stood up, already feeling the blood oozing out of you. You ignored that, combined with the searing pain and made your way out of the room.
~
Uraume in the very dining room.
Their back was turned away from you as you crept up behind them, holding your breath. You only had one chance to disarm them. You were significantly weakened by Kenjaku’s blow, so your cursed technique was less likely to kill Uraume, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t temporarily disarm them. You just prayed you could muster enough strength. Mari laid on the table in front of them, still wrapped in Satoru’s coat.
‘I’m coming sweetheart.’
“Do you think Mommy’s dead yet?” they sadistically cooed.
“Why don’t you ask her,” you hissed.
They turned around to find your hands gripping their throat. Before they could lift their hand to unleash their own technique you released everything you had.
They twitched in your grip and pushed you back, causing you to stagger. Uraume attempted to grab you, but could only stumble and fall to the floor.
“You bitch,” they spat. “What did you do to me?”
You didn’t even bother to reply. You scooped up your daughter and sprinted. Pure adrenaline helped you to push past the pain that coursed through your body, your daughter’s crying, Uraume’s threats. You just kept going. Down the hallways, out the front door, through the courtyard.
“It’s alright sweetheart, Mommy’s here. I’m here,” you whispered.
You miraculously passed the gates, after two months, you had managed to break out. But now was not the time to celebrate, you’d do that once you were at Jujutsu High.
~
Gojo buried his head in his lap, mulling over the destruction he’s created around him. Multiple skulls lay shattered beneath his feet. Shards so sharp he contemplated picking up a piece and stabbing into his heart, his eyes, anything to stop this torment. He felt as if he’d been imprisoned for over a hundred years. What if he was released to meet some wasteland with only the ashes of his loved ones remaining?
He picked up a broken jaw bone with a jagged end, brushing his calloused thumb against it.
“This is pathetic,” a familiar voice scolded.
Satoru slowly looked up, his eyes widened when he came face to face with his former friend. His only friend.
“Suguru,” he mumbled in disbelief.
He looked like he did years ago, when the two of them fought alongside one another at Jujutsu High. The same uniform, the same hairstyle, the same knowing smirk.
“Okay, now I know I’ve lost it,” Satoru mumbled, dropping the jaw bone and letting it fall to the ground.
Suguru just stared down at him. “What do you think you're doing? Look at yourself.”
Satoru leaned over the edge of the small island of bones. His face was cut up and bloodied, with deranged eyes and a tattered coat.
“This is how the strongest looks in confinement? This is pitiful.”
Satoru stood up with a scoff.
“Big talk from the asshole who lost to a guy who couldn’t even use Jujutsu.”
Suguru should have been offended, but he just laughed.
“And you took in his son, way to honor my memory.”
Satoru wanted to stay mad, but he couldn’t muster anything up. He felt himself quickly settling into their banter with ease.
“What are you doing here? Are you real?”
“Not physically. But that’s not important right now. There’s not much time.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s (Name).”
Satoru went rigid. Images of Sukuna tearing into you came rushing back to him.
“She’s delivered the baby and is on the run in Kyoto. But Sukuna is about to reclaim his true form. And he’s using the Fushiguro kid as a current host.”
Satoru’s thoughts raced a million miles a minute.
You were alive but in danger, he was a father, and Megumi was being exploited by that damn coward.
“How do you know all this? Do you see what he sees?”
Suguru nodded. “And I can fight to take control. But only for short periods of time.”
Satoru briefly remembered him grabbing at his neck. Or Kenjaku’s neck.
“I need to get out of here,” he mumbled. “But I’m stuck.”
“Ieiri and the others are about to unseal you.”
He let out a boisterous laugh.
“I knew they could do it.”
“You can’t leave here looking like that,” Suguru scolded.
“Okay Mom.” he snorted.
But Suguru didn’t return his jovial tone. “How would it look if the strongest emerged from captivity broken down? Clean your face. Stand tall.”
So Satoru did just that, he leaned down over the small body of water and washed the blood from his body, the injuries miraculously vanished.
He nearly jumped when he felt someone press some fabric against his cheek.
It was the ghost of Riko Amanai who dried his skin, using her headband to do so. Unlike Suguru she was silent, but her actions were defiant. She disappeared as quickly as she arrived.
Once he was clean he stood up.
At the top of the void a small section of light began to poke through. Miniscule at first, then gradually expanding out to bathe the darkness with light. The skeletons screeched in agony as they evaporated into nothingness.
All that remained was Satoru and Suguru.
“Are you strongest because you're Satoru Gojo or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest?”
He grinned and punched his shoulder. “I’m the only Satoru Gojo.”
The light consumed them, then there was nothing.
~
Kenjaku stood in the dilapidated structure with a bewildered grin on his face. After two months Satoru Gojo stood alive and well.
“It’s been a long time since you were able to relax. How was it?”
“Hey,” Satoru greeted, his coat slipping from his broad shoulders. “You should choose your words more carefully. After all, they will be your last.”
Before he could obliterate Kenjaku, Uraume emerged from the shadows.
“It’s done. Sukuna lives,” they cried in joy.
Kenjaku smirked. “Looks like you're too late Satoru Gojo.”
The white haired sorcerer punched the ground where Kenjaku stood. He quickly dodged it before meeting his end.
“Where are they?” he snarled.
Kenjaku smirked. “If you're referring to your adopted children. Their bodies were discarded somewhere and taken by the former vessel. Still alive, but barely. But as for your wife and daughter, I believe their deaths are looming over them, and the cause is a hungry curse.
In the blink of an eye Satoru was in front of Uraume. They barely had time to react, when he slammed his fist against their stomach. Blood spilled out of their mouth as they went flying back into a wall. Satoru pulled Uraume up from the rubble before they could catch their breath.
“I hope you enjoyed seeing him again because I’m going to ensure his stay is short.”
With that, he warped and vanished.
~
You didn’t stop running until you hit an abandoned residential area. Equipped with condos and recreational areas.
‘They must have been evacuated.’
You had hoped you’d at least be able to catch a train or cab to take you back to Tokyo, but it seemed your luck had run out. You didn’t give a damn though, you’d walk if you had to.
You blinked back the black dots that flooded your vision, fighting tooth and nail to keep moving.
You’d just have to keep going until you found an unaffected area. From there you’d find some method of transportation. You couldn’t stay here, in your current state you were like catnip to any lingering curses.
Your breath hitched when you saw a figure in the distance. A familiar pair of blue eyes, unruly white hair.
“Satoru,” you whispered.
He quickly closed the distance and engulfed you in his arms.
“(Name),” he murmured. “(Name), I’m here.”
You sobbed in relief. “You’re alive. I knew you’d find us.”
He pulled away from you and took in the face of his baby, wriggling in her mother’s grip, protected in his coat.
“Meet your daughter, Mari,” you croaked.
“She’s beautiful,” he whispered, quickly noting the blood pooling beneath your feet. “You’re hurt,” he muttered.
“Satoru we need to get Mari away-”
A loud crash through a nearby building caused the ground to shake. From the smoke a figure emerged.
One with four arms and two faces. They wore a wicked sneer.
“Well isn’t this a beautiful sight?” Sukuna cackled.
Mari started to cry.
Satoru held you a little tighter.
Sukuna descended to the ground and stood before you, massive and intimidating, like standing before an escaped hell spawn.
He rubbed his spear, eager to pierce it through the lot of you.
“I was only promised your precious whore as my first meal, but I could care less about Kenjaku’s plans. All three of your heads will mount the walls of my throne room when I’m done with you.
You could hardly breathe. The cursed energy radiating off of him was so overpowering it weighed you down. It was as if lead had been placed on your shoulders.
“No,” Satoru firmly responded. “We’ll fight on my terms.”
~
You gasped when you felt yourself briefly float, stumbling to your feet again at the steps of Jujutsu High.
Satoru scooped you up and rushed towards the main entrance.
“Is anyone here?” he called out.
Ieiri came rushing down the hall, staring in disbelief at the three of you.
“You’re here,” she marveled.
“Only because of you and the others. But listen, I can’t talk right now. (Name) is bleeding out.”
Ieiri’s gaze flickered to your current state and she nodded. “Follow me.”
~
Your husband gingerly set you down on the examination table in the lab.
An unfamiliar face stood in the corner of the room. It was a man with a black streak across the bridge of his nose. When he noticed him, Satoru raised his fist to attack, only to be stopped by Ieiri.
“It’s a long story but he’s with us now okay?”
He just glared at him. “I’m not leaving my family with him.”
“Satoru,” she scolded. “His and my technique are the only effective method to save (Name).”
“Satoru,” you croaked. “I trust him if Ieiri trusts him.”
He finally relented and turned his attention back to Ieiri.
“Where is everyone?” he urgently asked.
“Downtown, evacuating civilians. Yuji came back to drop off Megumi and Tsumiki.”
She answered his question before he could ask it. “They’re both fine. Megumi managed to expel Sukuna from his body before he could hurt his sister.”
He sighed in relief.
“Then I need to get downtown.”
Sukuna would probably be drawn there.
He bent down and pressed his lips against yours.
“Be safe,” you whispered.
He gently cupped your face. “I’ll always come back to you.”
You knew he would.
You savored the last moment of his fingertips against your skin as he pulled away.
He’d always come back to you.
You shut your eyes as darkness overtook you.
~
Satoru stopped to find Megumi at the end of the hall.
“Take me with you,” Megumi demanded.
“I’ve been gone for months and that’s your response?” Satoru jested. “No welcome home or how have you been?”
Megumi just glared at him. “Stop screwing around.”
“You’re in no condition to fight,” Satoru argued. “You need to stay here with your family.”
“I’m not going to stay here and do nothing. Right now I need to be with the others. Let me help you.”
“I killed your father,” Satoru blurted out. “I’m not a person you should help out.”
Megumi was silent, rage coursing through him. “Are you telling me this to try to stop me from going? My father? Am I supposed to resent you and fall apart.”
“I just want you to know. I just want you to know the type of person I am before you decide to help me.”
“Toji Fushiguro is nothing but a memory for me, and I have no intentions of living in the past. If you won’t take me I’ll walk.”
Megumi passed him and halted when he felt a hand grip his shoulder.
“Okay, let’s go,” Satoru mumbled.
~
You woke up in a soft bed in one of the spare rooms. Mari slept in a small cot beside you. You sat up and pulled off the covers. The bleeding had stopped and the pain had vanished.
The mysterious man from earlier looked up from his spot in the corner. “Oh, you’re awake. Dr. Shoko should be back in a minute.”
You hummed in acknowledgement, leaning down and scooping up your daughter.
“Thank you…”
“Choso,” he informed you. “Technically speaking, Choso Kamo.”
Your mind flashed back to your dream of the woman in the shed.
“I see, I’m (Name) Gojo. And this is my daughter Mari.”
Your daughter cooed in your arms.
~
“So, you’re half curse?” you asked.
“Yes, but I was told to live as a human. I’m still trying to decipher what that means to me.”
Choso’s eyes wandered to Mari, and he tilted his head in curiosity.
“Would you like to hold her?” you asked.
He hesitated, but nodded. You got out of the bed and sat beside him on the ground. You handed him the baby. He fumbled a bit, but managed to get into a comfortable position. A small smile formed on his lips.
“I think you’ll be a fine human,” you assured him after a moment of silence.
He was grateful for your words and you were fortunate enough to grant them.
A pair of footsteps rushed to the door and pushed it open. You gasped in relief when you saw her.
“Tsumiki!” you cried.
There she was, Tsumiki Fushiguro, alive and well.
The young girl’s eyes filled with tears. She wasted no time rushing towards you and smothering you with a hug.
“(Name)!” she sobbed. “It was horrible.”
You cradled her in your arms. “I know. I know sweetheart.”
Ieiri came into the room with an unreadable expression, clutching her phone.
They won.”
Your breath hitched and you tightened your grip around Tsumiki.
“The curses have vanished.”
~
The End.
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