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Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime

Major Characters: Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuuta, Toudou Aoi, Zenin Naobito, Zenin Jinichi, Zenin, Zenin Ougi, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Clan, Nitta Akari, Inumaki Toge, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Kusakabe Atsuya, Muta Kokichi, Itadori Yuuji, Hakari Kinji

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Chapter 7 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

In the bustling heart of Shinjuku, an unusual fog began to roll in. It was dense, cold, and silent, creeping through the alleyways and enveloping the city in an eerie shroud. Most people went about their business, unaware of the unnatural chill seeping into their bones, oblivious to the malevolent force that accompanied the mist.

But not everyone was blind to its presence. The cursed spirits could sense it with a thrill of anticipation. Their gnarled forms and whispering voices stirred with excitement, knowing that something dreadful was about to unfold.

In the hidden corners of the city, sorcerers felt the disturbance. Their senses prickled with unease as they prepared for the unknown. They gathered in secret, murmuring incantations and sharpening their awareness, for they knew that this fog was no ordinary weather.

From the heart of the mist emerged two figures of terrifying renown. The first, Sukuna, the King of Curses, walked with an air of regal menace. His four eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, and his presence alone seemed to make the mist darker, more oppressive. Beside him, towering and fearsome, was Mahoraga, the eight-handled divine beast, its aura brimming with chaotic power.

Shinjuku's neon lights flickered and dimmed as Sukuna and Mahoraga materialized fully into the city. The cursed spirits quivered with glee, their whispers growing louder, spreading the news of their king’s return. Ordinary humans felt a strange sense of dread, an unexplainable anxiety that made them hurry along the streets without knowing why.

Sorcerers hurried through the fog-laden streets, their nerves taut, their minds racing with possibilities. They knew that Sukuna’s appearance heralded disaster. Mahoraga, with its indomitable strength, was a harbinger of chaos and destruction. Together, they were an unstoppable force, a nightmare given form.

As Sukuna strode through Shinjuku, he seemed almost amused by the obliviousness of the city's inhabitants. "How fragile they are," he mused, his voice a low, ominous rumble that sent shivers down the spines of those who could hear. Mahoraga followed silently, its many eyes scanning the surroundings, ever vigilant, ever ready.

The sorcerers, hidden in the fog, steeled themselves for confrontation. They knew they were outmatched, but they had no choice. Sukuna's return was a catastrophe that could not be ignored. They exchanged grim nods, their faces set with determination, as they prepared to face the malevolent force head-on.

The mist curled around Sukuna as he walked, his gaze sharp and searching. Suddenly, he halted, his eyes locking onto a figure partially obscured in the fog. A sorcerer, hidden among the shadows, his presence barely perceptible to ordinary senses but glaringly obvious to Sukuna’s keen perception.

"Come forward," Sukuna commanded, his voice slicing through the fog like a blade. The sorcerer’s heart raced, terror flooding his veins. He had hoped to remain unnoticed, to observe from a distance, but now he was called into the open by the King of Curses himself.

With trembling steps, the sorcerer emerged from the shadows. His half-mask glinted dully in the muted light, hiding part of his face but not his fear. He stopped a few paces from Sukuna, bowing his head slightly in deference, trying to mask his terror with a semblance of respect.

Sukuna’s gaze bored into him, scrutinizing every inch of his being. "Remove your mask," Sukuna demanded, his tone brooking no argument. "If you are to speak to me, you will do so unmasked."

The sorcerer hesitated for a fraction of a second, fear gripping him tighter, but he knew there was no room for defiance. With shaky hands, he reached up and pulled the mask away, revealing his pale, frightened face. His eyes, wide with dread, met Sukuna's four unblinking ones.

"Good," Sukuna said, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "Now tell me, sorcerer, what year is it?"

The sorcerer swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice. "It's... It's 2018 Sukuna-sama," he stammered, the words nearly catching in his throat.

Sukuna chuckled, a low, menacing sound that made the sorcerer's blood run cold. "2018? Have I really gone that far? Interesting," He leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "Tell me, sorcerer, who rules in this era?"

The sorcerer felt his knees weaken, but he forced himself to remain upright. "I don't... It's hard to answer that directly," he said, his voice a whisper yet resolute. "... It's not that simple."

Sukuna straightened, his expression one of mocking approval. "Oh? How interesting." He glanced at Mahoraga, then back at the sorcerer. "So it's not the sorcerers then in this time either? That is interesting indeed."

With that, Sukuna turned, his attention already shifting, leaving the sorcerer standing in the mist, trembling but unbroken. The sorcerer knew that a storm was coming, a tempest of curses and chaos, but he also knew that he could not, would not, retreat. He pulled his mask back on, steeling himself for the battle that loomed ahead, determined to face the King of Curses with whatever strength he could muster.

Sukuna stood still, the oppressive fog swirling around him like a living entity. He felt the presence of the other sorcerers hidden in the mist, their fear and resolve palpable. With a predatory grin, he raised his voice, his words reverberating through the fog, echoing off the silent buildings.

"Sorcerers of Shinjuku," he called, his voice a dark melody that cut through the night. "I know you are there, lurking in the shadows, trembling with anticipation. I have returned for one reason, and one reason only. Those who understand the true nature of my visit will know why I am here."

His words hung in the air, heavy with menace. The sorcerers exchanged anxious glances, their minds racing. What could he possibly be here for? What ancient pact or forgotten grudge had brought the King of Curses to their city?

"I will remain for exactly three days," Sukuna continued, his tone almost mocking. "If what I am expecting does not come to pass within that time, I will begin my reign of terror. The streets will run red with the blood of those who thought themselves safe, and your precious city will know true despair."

Mahoraga stood beside him, its many eyes gleaming with silent, deadly intent. The sorcerers felt the weight of the threat, the promise of devastation. They knew Sukuna's words were not empty. He had the power and the will to follow through on his threat, and Shinjuku would be powerless to stop him.

Three days. Seventy-two hours of fear and uncertainty. The clock had started ticking, and the sorcerers of Shinjuku had no choice but to confront the darkness that had returned to their city. As Sukuna's laughter echoed through the mist, the sorcerers knew they were facing a test of their very survival, and the stakes had never been higher.

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"No." Sarah shook her head, "Absolutely not. We're not letting that monster in here."

"What choice do we have?" Rin sighed, "The reports are coming in that he's looking for a place to "lay with women of this era". People have come from all corners to stay here for an afternoon. He's going to hear about us."

"Well then I'll make him leave." Sarah grunted, "He's not welcome. Who knows what he'll do to one of our poor girls?"

"I heard he has two dicks." Boe said casually, kicking her feet with a smirk, "Think that's true?"

"Do you really think you stand a chance?" Rin asked, brushing past Boe's comment.

"I have no idea." Sarah said, "But... I'll still try." She glanced at Todo beside her, "Are you in for that fight, big guy? You can back out if you want."

"Nah. I'm not afraid." Todo said with a smirk, "I'll defend this place with my life."

"I will as well." Okkotsu chimed in, "If you don't want him here, then we won't let it happen."

"You're risking way too much here." Boe said calmly, "Sukuna apparently said he wanted something to happen when he first appeared. Why not let him just come enjoy himself and then fuck off when he gets what he wants? If he doesn't get whatever it is and he likes this place, we'd be safe from his rampage."

"You think he'd just spare this place because we wet his dick real good?" Sarah huffed, rolling her eyes, "Boe, normally I'd see what you're getting at but Sukuna is a real bastard."

"Sure, but what man wouldn't want this place all to himself?" Boe said with a smirk and a tilt of her head, "Even a dude like that could exhaust himself here. If he's pleased, we live. Simple."

"He'll probably not discriminate between the ladies or the hostesses either..." Rin said, crossing her arms, "I'm not sure what the right call is here. Attacking him seems like suicide and at the same time I don't want to bend to his whims."

"Well, then I'll try to chase him off and if I fail then you two let him in and just try to keep damage to a minimum." Sarah said firmly, "If I die, at least I know I tried."

"Why are you being so stubborn about this?" Rin asked, "What makes you so sure you... Is it..." Her voice trailed off as she and Sarah shared a knowing look. Rin nodded, "I understand. I... I'll trust your judgement."

Sarah inhaled through her nose, then nodded back, "I'm going out front."

"Good luck." Rin said softly, "If you think you can escape, please don't throw your life away for revenge."

Sarah paused before she pulled Rin into an embrace. No words were shared, but after a moment she did the same for Boe. Stepping back she looked at the two women and smiled.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

As soon as she was out of earshot, Boe glanced over at Rin. "Should we call Gojo?" She asked, "Because... I think--"

Rin chewed her lower lip, her nails piercing into the palms of her hands as they instinctively grew in reaction to her fear. "Let me talk to him," She answered after a moment, "He needs to fully understand what's going on before he shows up."

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As Sukuna and Mahoraga advanced through the fog-choked streets of Shinjuku, they arrived at the place that stood out even in the bustling city: Tenjiku. Its entrance was adorned with intricate lanterns that evening, casting a warm, inviting glow, contrasting starkly with the ominous mist that cloaked the surroundings.

The patrons inside Tenjiku were oblivious to the dark presence outside. Laughter and music spilled out onto the street, but the fog seemed to swallow the sound, creating an eerie silence. Sukuna paused before the entrance, his eyes narrowing with interest. He sensed something unusual within the walls of Tenjiku—something powerful and familiar.

The door to the brothel swung open, and a woman stepped out, her presence commanding immediate attention. Sarah, was a striking figure despite her short stature. Her dark brown hair framed a face marked by sharp green eyes that glittered with defiance. Her long eyelashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks as she looked up at Sukuna with unwavering resolve.

“You’re not welcome here,” Sarah said, her voice clear and steady.

Sukuna’s four eyes studied her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. “You must be the sorcerer who holds sway over this place,” he said, his voice a deep, unsettling rumble. “It’s rare to find someone willing to stand in my way.”

Sarah crossed her arms, her green eyes never leaving his. “I won’t let you harm anyone here.”

Sukuna chuckled, a sound that was both menacing and condescending. “And how do you intend to stop me, little sorcerer?”

Sarah’s lips curled into a faint smile. “I have my ways.”

The tension in the air was palpable as the King of Curses and a guardian of Tenjiku faced off. The fog swirled around them, thick with the promise of violence. Inside the brothel, the patrons remained blissfully unaware, their laughter and revelry a stark contrast to the impending clash.

Sukuna’s amusement turned to genuine interest. “Impressive,” he said, his voice a sinister purr. “But let’s see how long you can keep this up.”

Without warning, Sukuna launched a barrage of cursed energy blasts. Sarah responded swiftly, drawing a bone-hilted silver sword from the cursed scar on her back. The scar itself glowed with an eerie light, a gateway to her arsenal of cursed weapons. With a swift motion, she slashed the sword through the air, redirecting Sukuna’s attacks away from Tenjiku.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” Sarah said, her voice steady.

Sukuna’s eyes gleamed with dark excitement. “Very well, then.”

He lunged at her, moving with blinding speed. Sarah barely had time to react, but her instincts kicked in. She drew another weapon, a dagger with intricate bone carvings on its hilt, and parried Sukuna’s strike. The impact sent a shockwave through the air, rattling the windows of Tenjiku.

Before Sukuna could press his advantage, a figure leaped into the fray—Okkotsu. Okkotsu’s cursed energy surged as he confronted Mahoraga, the eight-handled divine beast.

“Sarah, focus on Sukuna! I’ve got Mahoraga!” Okkotsu shouted, his eyes blazing with determination.

Okkotsu’s cursed energy clashed with Mahoraga’s, creating a tempest of power that lit up the fog. Sarah knew she could trust Okkotsu to handle the divine beast, allowing her to focus entirely on Sukuna.

Sukuna sneered at the interruption but didn’t lose his composure. “More pests,” he muttered. “No matter.”

As he prepared to strike again, another figure joined the battle— Todo. With a booming voice, he called out, “Sarah, leave the heavy hits to me!”

In an instant, Sarah and Sukuna were swapped places with a loud clap. This disoriented Sukuna just enough for Todo to land a powerful punch, imbued with his cursed energy, right into Sukuna’s face.

Sukuna staggered back, more surprised than hurt. “Interesting technique,” he said, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth. “But it won’t save you.”

Sarah didn’t waste the opportunity. She drew a longer weapon, a curved silver sword with a serrated edge, and charged at Sukuna. Todo stayed close, ready to use Boogie Woogie to protect her from Sukuna’s lethal strikes. Together, they fought in a seamless dance of offense and defense.

Sukuna’s strikes were relentless and powerful, but Sarah’s agility and skill with her cursed weapons kept her one step ahead. Every time Sukuna got too close, Todo would clap his hands, switching positions to throw Sukuna off balance. It was a precarious balance, but it was working.

Meanwhile, Okkotsu was holding his own against Mahoraga, using his immense cursed energy to keep the beast at bay. The street around them was a battlefield, the air crackling with the power of their clashes.

As the battle raged on, Sarah felt the strain of fighting such a powerful enemy, but she refused to give in. With every strike, every parry, she pushed herself to her limits, drawing strength from the knowledge that Tenjiku and its people depended on her.

Sukuna, recognizing the tenacity and skill of his opponents, grew more serious. “Enough games,” he snarled. His aura flared, and he launched a devastating attack aimed directly at Sarah.

Todo clapped his hands, swapping himself with Sarah just in time. He took the brunt of the attack, his cursed energy shielding him from the worst of it, but the impact sent him crashing into a nearby building.

“Aoi!” Sarah cried out, but she couldn’t afford to lose focus. She summoned all her remaining strength and charged at Sukuna with a ferocity born of desperation and resolve. Sukuna moved with inhuman speed. In a heartbeat, he caught her by the throat and lifted her off the ground, her feet dangling helplessly.

“Such tenacity,” Sukuna remarked, his voice a mixture of amusement and scorn. “But utterly futile.”

Sarah struggled, her hands gripping his wrist, trying to break free. Her eyes never wavered from his, filled with a mixture of defiance and desperation. Sukuna’s four eyes bore into her, seeing beyond her fierce exterior to the painful memories she carried.

“I know why you’re so eager to face me,” Sukuna said, his tone mocking. “You think this will bring you peace? Or perhaps vengeance?” He chuckled darkly. “Foolish girl. You’re nothing but a small, insignificant insect to me.”

Despite the searing pain in her throat and the overwhelming pressure of his grip, Sarah’s resolve didn’t falter. She managed to draw a dagger from the cursed scar on her back, slashing it towards Sukuna’s arm. The blade left a shallow cut, and Sukuna’s eyes narrowed in irritation.

“Ah, the spirit of a warrior,” he mused, ignoring the blood trickling down his arm. “But it won’t save you. You’re fighting out of desperation, driven by a past you can’t escape and a future that belongs to me.”

Sukuna’s grip tightened, and Sarah gasped for breath, her vision starting to blur. He leaned in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. “I know what was done to you. I know the pain you carry. But trying to kill me won’t change anything. It’s a fool’s errand.”

Sarah’s eyes burned with tears of frustration and rage, but she refused to give in. With every ounce of strength left in her, she drove the dagger into Sukuna’s side. He grunted, momentarily caught off guard, and loosened his grip just enough for Sarah to drop to the ground, gasping for air.

She staggered back, clutching her throat, but her eyes remained locked on Sukuna, burning with a fire that refused to be extinguished. “I’ll never stop fighting you,” she rasped, her voice hoarse but unwavering. “Not for peace, not for vengeance, but because I won’t let you destroy everything I protect.”

Sukuna’s gaze held a glimmer of respect, though his smile remained cruel. “Then come, little sorcerer. Show me the extent of your resolve.”

“Let’s see how you handle this,” she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of ancient power.

With a sudden, forceful motion, Sarah traced intricate symbols in the air, her fingers glowing with a dark, ethereal light. The cursed scar on her back flared with energy, and she drew forth not weapons this time, but a command.

The ground beneath them trembled, and the very air seemed to darken. From the depths of the earth, a hoard of large skeletons began to rise. Their bones were blackened and charred, as if forged in the fires of hell. Their eye sockets burned with hellfire, casting an eerie glow across the battlefield.

As the skeletons emerged, their presence caused the power throughout Shinjuku to flicker and waver. Lights dimmed and surged, plunging the city into a strobe-like disarray that added to the otherworldly atmosphere. The inhabitants of the city felt an inexplicable chill, their unease growing as the supernatural power surged around them.

Sukuna’s four eyes widened with genuine excitement as he took in the sight of the skeletal army. “Finally,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “A real fight.”

The skeletons moved with a terrifying grace, their bony limbs clattering as they advanced on Sukuna. Hellfire burned in their eyes, and they wielded spectral weapons that shimmered with cursed energy. They surrounded Sukuna, their numbers seemingly endless.

Sukuna welcomed the onslaught, his movements a blur as he engaged the skeletal hoard. His cursed energy lashed out, shattering bones and scattering fragments, but for every skeleton he destroyed, another rose to take its place.

Sarah directed the skeletons with precise gestures, her eyes glowing with the same hellfire that burned within their skulls. She fought alongside them, her silver weapons flashing as she struck at Sukuna with renewed vigor.

Okkotsu and Todo took advantage of the distraction, focusing their efforts on Mahoraga. With Sarah’s skeletal army keeping Sukuna occupied, they were able to press their attack, pushing the divine beast back with relentless force.

Sukuna, meanwhile, reveled in the chaos. His laughter filled the air as he tore through the skeletons, his strength and speed unmatched. But even he had to admit that Sarah’s summoned army was formidable. Their cursed energy was potent, and their unending assault forced him to fight with everything he had.

“You’re stronger than I expected,” Sukuna called out to Sarah, admiration lacing his words. “But it won’t be enough.”

Sarah’s eyes blazed with determination. “We’ll see about that.”

The battle intensified, the air crackling with energy as the sorcerers and the cursed spirits clashed. The skeletons, with their blackened bones and hellfire eyes, fought tirelessly, their eerie presence a testament to Sarah’s power.

As the power in Shinjuku flickered and surged, the city seemed to hold its breath, the outcome of the battle hanging in the balance. Sukuna was facing a real challenge, and for the first time in centuries, he was enjoying himself.

Sarah fought with everything she had, but she could feel her strength waning. Okkotsu and Todo were also reaching their limits, their desperate battle against Mahoraga taking its toll.

Suddenly, the air around them seemed to hum with an immense, almost overwhelming power. A brilliant light sliced through the fog, and in an instant, Satoru Gojo stood between Sarah and Sukuna.

Gojo’s Infinity flared to life, shielding Sarah from Sukuna’s lethal strikes. The cursed king’s blows were rendered useless, stopping mere inches from Gojo’s form. With a swift, almost casual motion, Gojo knocked Sarah back, out of immediate danger. His piercing blue eyes were hard, a silent reprimand for her reckless decision to fight.

“Shit…” Sarah whispered, breathless with exhaustion.

Sukuna’s laughter echoed through the mist. “Well, well, if it isn’t the great Satoru Gojo,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Come to save your little friends, have you?”

Gojo’s expression remained impassive, his eyes locked onto Sukuna’s. “Enough,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. “This ends here, Sukuna.”

Sukuna’s grin widened. “Does it now? You know, I’ve been looking forward to this.” He gestured to the skeletal army, the battered sorcerers, the chaos that surrounded them. “You’ve brought quite the spectacle.”

Gojo didn’t respond to the taunt. Instead, he maintained his focus, his Infinity shimmering protectively around him and Sarah. Todo and Okkotsu regrouped, standing by Sarah's side, ready to continue the fight if necessary.

Sukuna’s amusement didn’t wane. “But I suppose… it’s not quite the right time.” His gaze shifted, taking in the determined faces of the sorcerers, the unwavering light in Gojo’s eyes. “You both know what it is that I want.”

Sarah, still catching her breath, looked at Gojo, who gave a slight nod.

“Three days,” Sukuna said, his voice a low, dangerous promise. “You have three days.”

With a final, mocking laugh, Sukuna and Mahoraga began to fade back into the mist, their forms dissipating into the shadows. The oppressive fog started to lift, and the neon lights of Shinjuku flickered back to full brightness.

The skeletal army crumbled into ash, their hellfire eyes extinguishing one by one. The street fell silent, the echoes of battle lingering in the air.

Gojo turned to Sarah, his eyes softening slightly. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly, though the underlying anger was evident.

Sarah looked away from him, “I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.”

Okkotsu and Todo approached, their expressions a mix of relief and concern. “We held him off, for now,” Okkotsu said, his voice weary but resolute.

“We need to prepare for if he comes back,” Todo added, his usual bravado tempered by the gravity of their situation.

Gojo looked at his comrades, a determined light in his eyes. “We will. In three days we'll be ready.”

"No." Sarah grunted as she wobbled to her feet, wiping the blood dripping down her chin on her sleeve, "Not with you. Get out of here."

"Shut up." Gojo said, "You can't hide this from everyone forever. Neither of us can."

"I can do whatever I want." She said, moving closer only to stumble as Todo caught her, "I'm not gonna let him take me. I don't need your help either."

"Don't be stupid." Gojo was exasperated, throwing his hands up in the air, "Don't be fucking petty now! If you want to survive this shit you need to let me help you."

"Sarah." Rin said, her voice echoing out over the ruined courtyard as she stepped out of Tenjiku, "He's right. This time he's right. We need him."

Sarah attempted to voice her objection, but Rin swiftly intervened. Her claws extended, her teeth sharpened, and her anger overwhelmed her. With wide dilated pupils, she firmly grasped onto Sarah's shirt. "You are not going to fucking die because your goddamn pride wont accept his help. I will not let that happen."

Sarah swallowed thickly, "... Okay. Okay I'm sorry." She mumbled.

Rin released her, letting Sarah fall back into Todo once again. She cleared her throat, tucking her hair back into its neat bun before she turned to Gojo. Her teeth were still sharpened, her voice barely masking her rage. "I suggest you get Yaga here ASAP as well as the other leaders." She said calmly, "We need to discuss this secret that has now consumed the rest of us."

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I was trapped in a perfect square, walls smooth and featureless, suffocating me with their closeness. The air was thick with fear and desperation, and my mind was a broken mirror, shards of memories piercing through a foggy haze.

The first thing I remembered was the light. Blinding and intense, it seared into my eyes. Sparks danced like tiny stars around the edges, metal meeting metal, sealing our fate. The orange glow of the flame cut through the steel, roaring deafeningly. Heat seared my skin. Then, nothing. Darkness engulfed us, swallowed us whole.

Forty-nine other bodies pressed against me, too close, too tight. Each breath was a struggle, every movement a battle. My mind, dulled by the drugs they gave me, struggled to piece together how I ended up here, but the details slipped away like sand through my fingers.

The room was silent, except for the muffled sobs, whispered prayers, and occasional moans of despair. I couldn’t see their faces, but I felt them, each one a ghost haunting the darkness. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, a relentless drumbeat of terror.

The pill they gave me was bitter and dry, and it blurred the world around me. Time lost its meaning; hours could have been minutes or days. The last clear memory I had was of the welding, the sparks burning into my mind like a brand.

The air grew thinner, hotter. Sweat slicked my skin, mingling with the tears I couldn’t hold back. I tried to focus on something, anything, to anchor myself, but the room offered no comfort. It was a tomb, sealing us away from the world, a cruel joke played by an unseen hand.

A voice, barely a whisper, reached my ear. “We have to get out. We can’t stay here.”

The words made sense, but how? There were no doors, no windows, no escape. Just endless, suffocating darkness and the press of bodies too close, too tight.

In the madness, I thought I heard metal scraping against metal, a faint hint of hope. But it was gone as quickly as it came, swallowed by the oppressive silence. My mind drifted, caught between the drug’s embrace and the harsh reality of our situation.

The flames danced and flickered in my memory, a cruel mockery of freedom. They had been so bright, so full of life, and now there was only darkness.

Voices grew louder, more desperate. Whispers turned to murmurs, and then to panicked cries. The press of bodies was unbearable, each one a ghost haunting the darkness. The room felt like it was shrinking, closing in on us, the air thick with the scent of fear and despair.

In my haze, I thought I heard the sounds of metal scraping against metal again, but it was drowned out by the cacophony of voices. The whispers grew louder, overlapping, until they were a maddening chorus in my head.

Then the first one snapped under the pressure.

“They’re killing each other,” I thought, the realization hitting me like a blow. In the darkness, it was impossible to see, but I could feel the tension, the panic. Someone bumped into me, then another, the press of bodies becoming more frantic.

A scream pierced the air, raw and terrified. It cut through the haze, sharp and clear. I tried to turn towards it, but the crush of people made it impossible to move. My mind reeled, the line between reality and hallucination blurring further. Was that really happening? Or was it just my mind, cracking under the pressure, imagining chaos where there was none?

I couldn’t tell anymore. The voices grew louder, more desperate, and the darkness seemed to close in tighter. I felt hands grabbing, pushing, shoving. The room was a madhouse, the panic infectious, spreading like wildfire.

Someone shouted, the sound muffled and distant. I tried to focus on it, but my thoughts were a jumbled mess, the drug-fueled haze making it impossible to concentrate. I felt a sharp pain as someone’s elbow dug into my side, another body pressing against mine.

“They’re killing each other,” the thought echoed in my mind, over and over. The panic was contagious, and I felt myself getting swept up in it. My breaths came in shallow, frantic gasps, the air too thin, too hot. The darkness was overwhelming, suffocating, and I felt my sanity slipping further away with each passing moment.

In the madness, I remembered the sparks again, the way they had danced and flickered, a cruel mockery of freedom. They had been so bright, so full of life, and now there was only darkness.

The memory of those sparks was all I had left to hold onto as the room descended into chaos, the sounds of fighting growing louder, more desperate. My mind gave in, reality shattering into a thousand pieces. I was lost in the darkness, surrounded by ghosts, the lines between memory and madness blurring until I couldn’t tell one from the other.

I could taste the blood. Taste the copper. My hands wrapped around something sturdy and sharp and wet. Was it me that struck first or was I defending? I don't know. Now there was blood. No more sweat. Only blood. I could hear them still and they needed to stop. All of it just needed to stop.

Then, suddenly, there was a deafening noise—a metallic screech that cut through the cacophony. A burst of light blinded me, harsh and brilliant, piercing the darkness. I blinked rapidly, my eyes struggling to adjust.

The door was open.

Cold, fresh air rushed in, sweeping away the oppressive heat and filling my lungs with a shock of clarity. It was so disorienting, the sudden change, that I could only stand there, frozen in place. The light was too bright, the air too cold, and my senses were overwhelmed.

Figures stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the glaring light. I couldn't make out their faces, but I could see the expressions of shock and urgency on their features. They were shouting something, but the words were lost in the haze, their voices muffled and distant.

I looked down and realized I was holding a sharpened bone, my knuckles white from gripping it so tightly. It felt heavy and foreign in my hand, a relic of the madness that had consumed me. I let it fall, the soft thump of it landing on the pile of bodies barely registered in my mind.

My body felt weak, drained of all energy. My legs trembled, and I felt myself sagging, unable to support my own weight. I tried to take a step, but my muscles refused to obey. I was limp, exhausted, every ounce of strength sapped by the ordeal.

Hands grabbed me, firm but gentle, pulling me out. I felt myself being dragged, my feet barely touching the ground. The cold air was a shock to my system, making me shiver uncontrollably.

I looked up, dazed and disoriented, at the people who had opened the door. Their faces were a blur, their features indistinguishable in the harsh light. Blue eyes. So many blue eyes. They were speaking to me, but I couldn't understand. Everything was a jumbled mess, the world spinning around me.

My face hit the ground. They tore at my bloodied clothes, a hand dragged down the skin on my back. They were still talking when I felt the agony. I couldn't even scream. I couldn't even look.

Something sharp. From shoulder to hip. It burned as their fingers and mouths took my blood and flesh. Were they eating me? I didn't know. Why didn't he help me? I saw him standing there. He could have stopped them.

I stared into his blue eyes. They sparkled so much prettier than anyone else's in that moment. His expression was so calm.

Why didn't he stop them? Why didn't he help me?

Someone lifted my head, fingers hooked in my nostrils and some on my chin to hold my mouth open. Something that tasted rotten was shoved inside, my mouth closed and hand rubbed on my throat until I swallowed it. Three more times.

"It's done."

Why, Satoru? Why?

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9pm musings: if you think about it Ina11 areori timeline where Tenma never gets passionate about soccer would make perfect sense.

By "if you think about it" I mean, I thought too hard about it and spent like 2h typing all this, so here's my ideas under the cut. Maybe someday I'll make a fic with this?? Who knows

With Orion Foundation being a thing I think the adults would try a lot harder to make sure No Evil Organization tries to take over soccer again right under their noses, so Fifth Sector, reasonably, wouldn't get to exist, or at the very least gather as much power as it did in GO.

No Fifth Sector means no promise of money for Yuuichi's surgery, which means Tsurugi probably straight up gets obsessed with becoming a top tier famous striker who can make enough money instead. Raimon will still be the most prestigious jr high school for that so it's safe to imagine he'll end up attending there.

(If the accident even happens, that is. If we go the 'everything is fine' route the way areori fixed Atsuya and Hiroto's deaths, both Tsurugi and Yuuichi would enroll in Raimon due to their admiration of Gouenji and become an amazing striker duo.

Because yeah might as well bend Yuuichi's age so they can play together if we're fixing everything!)

The rest of GO Raimon started playing soccer for their own reasons, as far as we know, so the team would be formed normally, with or without addition of Yuuichi. Holy Road can work without Tenma, especially without any need to make a revolution.

Now, CS, it gets a bit messier but it can still work. It's mentioned in the season that Tenma was a bit of the 'beginning' of the Second Stage Children genes, but surely there are other talented players that caused it, so Feida vs El Dorado conflict would still end up happening.

Rather than Tenma, at the start of CS Fei would end up saving either Shindou (he's the captain, he has good head on his shoulders) or Tsurugi (probably has the strongest passion for soccer). Either of them can reasonably work as protagonists — I'm leaning towards Tsurugi because I think he'd be able to bond with Fei more closely, with both of them being somewhat loner/aloof type.

The real problem comes with gathering Chrono Storm. Would the timeline simply adjust to Tenma's absence and make someone else able to get King Arthur's miximax, or would they be forever missing that single ideal player...? In a meta sense it's tragic, but fitting, if he just gets replaced (since he was never there to begin with).

With how strong the Chrono Storm lineup is, I think they would be able to win, even if they really were missing a player. They'd just train extra hard to overcompensate that fact.

Which brings us to Galaxy. Literally the ONLY point in history where it would actually make sense for Tenma to develop any kind of liking for soccer. He's the right age for the tournament, he's got a Soul in his body. Heck, he even still attends Raimon, since his parents would send him to Inazuma with Aki because they're swamped with work in Okinawa.

Coach Kuroiwa needs him. There's a reason he picked the specific members he did, so Tenma has to be part of the equation, whether he's played soccer before or not.

But what kind of person would a soccer-less Tenma be? Let me tell you, probably not the chirpy guy we know.

In GO timeline, it's shown he practiced soccer alone with Sasuke, so it's safe to assume he honestly didn't have any friends who wanted to play with him. He's a bit of a "weird kid". The one friend we know he made in elementary was Aoi, and she got interested in him after she caught him playing soccer and grew to admire his passion.

No soccer means no close friendship with Aoi right off the bat, which would make adapting to Inazuma feel more lonely. No soccer means he's got nothing to show his parents that he's doing well while they're away and paying for all his expenses, either.

In the soccer-less world he's part of the /calligraphy/ club of all things, clearly roped in by Aoi, so it's not far-fetched to assume that a soccer-less Tenma just kind of... wouldn't know what to do with himself in the grand scheme of things.

He might've tried things here and there. I mean, he's Okinawan, so he might've liked swimming or surfing when he was a kid (sorry for the stereotype, but hey to be fair Tsunami did it too!). He looks like he'd generally be an athletic person, even if he doesn't dedicate himself fully to anything.

And that's realistic, too. It's a situation many teenagers go through. Seeing everyone be enthusiastic or passionate about something, while you don't even know if there's anything that you want to be doing in life. In this case, with no close friends and without your parents' reassurance or presence, on top of that.

So his condition to join Inazuma Japan could be something as simple as "I want enough money to be able to try out every activity/career/etc. that could interest me". What he REALLY wants is to find something that makes him passionate and lets him make friends — but he doesn't know yet that soccer will become exactly that for him.

The Moment he sees Shindou and Tsurugi do a Hissatsu together, though, completely in sync and with full trust in each other, is when he would think to himself that 'soccer can make people grow /that/ close, huh...' and inevitably get attracted to the idea of playing the sport.

Except, you know. In early Galaxy Shindou fucking hates everyone and he would be no exception. Any attempt to make friends with them and play real soccer with them would be met unkindly.

However, there's also the fact that Shindou can only rely on himself & Tsurugi for scoring this time around — and you need at least 2 players to pass the ball, so he can't hang back and play defensively like in normal Galaxy.

With 3 out of 4 of InaJapan's DF having never played a sport at all, and the 4th one being an injured ex-boxer, Tenma is the least irritating person to trust with defending. As much as it still irritates Shindou to have to trust anyone from this team.

And... you know Shindou and Ibuki's arc, with Ibuki trying to prove himself to Shindou? Yeah, in this BOTH Ibuki and Tenma would be trying to prove themselves to him askskdkdkfkf. I could imagine them ending up having some sort of rivalry to see who can become useful to the Raimon duo faster.

I don't know but the idea of Tenma just... getting to develop a close friendship with Tsurugi and Shindou way later than usual, but it ending up feeling completely natural for all of them, would be so sweet and sad at the same time,,,. almost to the point they feel there was something "missing" in their lives before getting to meet each other 🥲

I have no idea how the season as a whole would develop, especially regarding the Tsurugi kidnapping and 'betrayal' stuff, since Tenma plays a key role in it originally, but... that's for future me or someone else to figure out

Either way: my point is that I still think Tenma wouldn't grow to like soccer itself to a crazy degree like his GO self. Rather, he loves the connections that it lets him make, and thankfully fate allowed him to get to play the sport :>

#idk what possessed me to type all this but I've been having Thoughts about areori timeline go cast #matsukaze tenma #inago #inazuma eleven #long post #.txt

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