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 2 ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
In the heart of the city, where the neon lights flicker like stars against the canvas of the night, there lurked a man, his mind lost in the labyrinth of hallucination. A soul tangled in the web of his own unraveling sanity. As the man stumbled down the alleys, the shadows morphed into twisted figures, dancing to the rhythm of his fractured mind.
Faces contorted into grotesque masks, whispering secrets that only he can hear. He tried to shake off the hallucinations, but they clung to him like a shroud. In the dimly lit corners, monstrous silhouettes lurked, their eyes gleaming with malevolence. His heart raced as he quickened his pace, each step echoing against the pavement like a drumbeat of impending doom.
Suddenly, from the depths of the darkness, a figure clad in crimson emerged, a demon's mask obscuring half his face. The hallucinating man's breath caught in his throat as he met the gaze of those fiery eyes, burning with an otherworldly intensity. With a swift motion, the red-masked man lunged forward, his hand striking the man's temple with a force that sent him spiraling into oblivion. As his consciousness faded, the neon lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, and the man was consumed by the void.
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Geto confidently walked down the corridor of their headquarters, casually placing his hands in his pockets and humming a tune. His mask swung loosely around his neck, while his partially unbuttoned crimson shirt added to his signature style. As he reached the corner, he lightly tapped on Yaga's office door with the back of his hand, patiently anticipating Yaga's gruff response.
"Enter." Yaga grunted, just as expected.
"Morning, boss." Geto said with an easy smile on his lips, "I ran into something interesting last night. I wanted to get your thoughts before I move on my own plan."
"Alright." Yaga answered, tapping his cigarette in the ashtray in front of him, "Tell me."
Geto pulled over a rolling chair and sat down, "On my patrol I ran into a man severely intoxicated. I assumed at first he had just overdone it, but the smell coming off of him was like pure cursed blood. And on top of that, he had little small curses dripping out from behind him. Tiny things, but lots of them like little sweat drops."
He spun his hand with a dramatic gesture, causing a collection of tiny curses to materialize on Yaga's desk. These curses were no larger than a thumb and promptly joined hands as they gathered. Yaga arched an eyebrow, observing the miniature curses as they proceeded to stroll hand-in-hand in a small circle on his desk.
"So you're suggesting whatever he was on was making this happen?" Yaga asked as Geto scooped the curses back up.
"That's exactly what I'm suggesting." Geto nodded, "It seems to have an effect somewhat like acid. He was most certainly hallucinating when I saw him, although he wasn't enjoying it."
"So what is your plan going forward?" Yaga asked, tapping his cigarette once again.
"I plan to bring him down to Tenjiku. The girls have a doctor there who can probably figure it out." Geto said, sitting back in his chair, "That is, unless you'd rather I keep it quiet for now."
"Let's keep it quiet while also investigating." Yaga said, "Take him there. Deal with Rin or Sarah only on this matter. Keep it from the other girls for now."
"Understood." Geto nodded, standing up, "I'll report in after I get some information."
After that, Geto exited the office and made his way through the numerous hallways within their headquarters. Resembling a traditional Japanese residence, the interior was predominantly made of wood and featured shogi screens, contrasting with the cold concrete exterior. The neutral tones were occasionally complemented by vibrant hues from the scrolls adorning the walls, giving the place a touch of understated sophistication.
"Fuck outta here, bitch!" Gojo's voice interrupted Geto's train of thought as a young woman hurriedly made her way down the hallway. Her attire was disheveled, with her dress only partially zipped up, as she hastily headed towards the exit, closely followed by Gojo. He was without a shirt, his pants barely fastened enough to stay in place, and he clutched onto his t-shirt tightly, his knuckles turning white. Geto entered the hallway with a sigh, raising his hand.
"I told you to get out last night!" He shouted after her, stopping against Geto's arm, "Fuck off! You ain't special!"
"Enough, Satoru." Geto sighed, "She's already leaving."
"Can you believe that?" Gojo grunted, wiping off the corner of his lips with his thumb, "She actually had the balls to stay here last night."
"Yeah?" Geto chuckled, "Brave girl." He hesitated for a moment, tilting his head to admire her figure as she dashed out the front door, "Was she any good?"
"Eh." Satoru grinned, "I've had better."
"Well," Geto turned down the hall towards his original destination, "In any case, I've got something to do today."
"Going to Tenjiku, by any chance?" Gojo asked, pulling his t-shirt on over his head, "I think I left my sunglasses there last night. I need 'em back."
"You have other pairs." Geto said as he walked down the hall, "I'll ask, but I'm sure it's not a problem right?"
"Ah, yeah." Gojo shrugged, "Right. Yeah, I've got others." He ran his hand back through his hair, watching as Geto slid open the door to the stairs before he wandered back to his room.
Going down the stairs to the basement, Geto turned on the light switch. The fluorescent lights buzzed to life, the sound of electricity bouncing off the cement walls. Walking past the steel cells, he entered the interrogation room where the man he had captured the previous night was still unconscious, tied to a metal chair.
Pulling out his phone, he tapped a contact and sent a voice message. "Inumaki, could you come downstairs and help me with a guest?"
Geto got to work, releasing the man from his restraints and grabbing additional sedatives. After filling a syringe, he sealed it and tucked it into his blazer pocket as a precaution. Returning to the man, he nudged his shoe to partially awaken him from his daze.
"Are you awake?" Geto inquired, bending over to open the man's eyelids and peer into his unfocused eyes, "Are you alert enough to listen to me?"
The man gave a lazy nod, his head tilting to the side. His mouth was agape, with saliva trickling down onto his dress shirt. Looking back, Geto considered that he might have gone too far with the sedatives. However, considering how the man had been spewing curses non-stop, it felt like the right decision at that moment. Even if he had passed away, it would have been preferable to more curses emerging.
"Good!" Geto smiled, patting the man's cheek as he stood again.
While Geto searched through the man's pockets, Inumaki entered the room. Despite his small stature, Inumaki's purple eyes exuded a menacing aura. His black mask, resembling an Oni but with a muzzle, was firmly fastened to his face with metal clasps. Due to his cursed speech abilities, he was deemed particularly hazardous, hence the added security of his mask.
Inumaki greeted his superior by raising his hand, to which Suguru responded in kind. Gesturing towards the man, Suguru requested, "Can you use your technique to make him follow me?"
Inumaki gave a silent nod as he removed his mask. His tongue briefly stuck out, displaying the round tattoo on it. Stepping closer, he leaned in and softly uttered, "Follow him," making sure only the man sitting nearby could hear.
Rising from his seat, the man obeyed without question, getting in line behind Geto. Inumaki gave Geto a thumbs up as he replaced the mask on his face. Geto nodded, "Thanks. I appreciate it."
"Come with me to Tenjiku." Geto said after a moment, "I may need you again."
Inumaki nodded, making the signs for, "Should we bring others?"
"Not this time." Suguru shook his head, "I'll trust that you can keep this quiet for now." He chuckled a little at his own joke, then moved past Inumaki towards the hallway with the cells.
They made it back up to the highest level, and then they stepped outside onto the bustling streets. Geto quickly secured his mask, the bright red paint reflecting the sunlight. The man obediently trailed behind, with Inumaki's technique occupying his thoughts as they confidently walked through the busy streets.
Two sorcerers was enough for people to clear a path on their own, but only very specific sorcerers chose to fashion their masks like Oni. Averting their gazes, the locals knew not to get too close and any outsiders stared with curiosity. It was clear they were not a pair to be trifled with, especially not when a non-sorcerer trailed behind them in some kind of stupor.
"Inumaki," Geto said thoughtfully, glancing at the young man, "You've been with us for about a year now, correct?"
Inumaki nodded.
"How old are you?" Geto asked.
"Seventeen, sir." Inumaki signed.
Geto looked the young man over. Lovely sharp purple eyes. A decent face under that mop of gray hair and he was in great shape even if he was short. Geto nodded before he smiled a sly cat-like smile.
"Have we taken you to Tenjiku yet?" He asked, "Because I think you just turned eighteen."
Inumaki's cheeks flushed a little and Geto laughed, "Don't worry. They don't bite unless you ask them too."
As they made their way up the grand entrance, climbing the marble stairs and passing through the hall, the two individuals escorted their prisoner to the front desk. Geto greeted the hostess with a smile, causing her to giggle and playfully twirl her finger in her hair. Before turning his attention to Inumaki, he winked mischievously.
"Hey," his voice was low, almost a purr, "I need to speak with either Rin or Sarah if you wouldn't mind finding them for me. I'm going to take this young man to meet with some of the girls, so we'll be on the floor."
She nodded, "Yes, sir. Of course." She giggled again, "Go right ahead."
Inumaki cleared his throat, awkwardly following Geto. The older man looked back with an easy smile, "Relax, you'll be just fine. We'll find you a girl that likes inexperienced ones."
"Geto." A voice grumbled, and Geto's smile faltered as he spotted Utahime approaching.
Dressed in her typical tailored suit, her sleek dark hair was neatly pulled back keeping her classic Japanese beauty on display. Leading the bars and hostesses, she set the standard for the other non-pleasure based staff to follow. Standing confidently in front of Geto, she exuded authority with her hands on her hips.
"Is this kid even old enough to be here?" She asked, "There are rules, ya know."
"He just turned eighteen last week, right?" Geto asked playfully, giving a nudge to the young man. Swiftly, he wrapped his arm around Utahime's waist and guided her towards the bar. "Why don't you fill me in on your day? I wouldn't mind trying one of those unique drinks you've been concocting. What was the name of the last one you had me taste?"
Inumaki found himself alone suddenly, uncertain of the appropriate course of action. A moment of hesitation was all he got before he resolved to trail after Geto, only to encounter an unexpected interruption from a gathering of elegant women. Their discerning gazes meticulously scrutinized him, while their lips, adorned with a delicate touch of artistry, gracefully uttered words of admiration and curiosity. A profound blush tinged his cheeks, as their collective excitement resonated through the air, compelling him to succumb to their enchantment. With a harmonious chorus of delight, they gently guided him away from the grandeur of the atrium, into a realm of unknown allure.
"You're such an ass." Utahime grunted, swatting Geto's arm off of her. With a sigh, she led him to the bar and watched the non-sorcerer wobble after him. "Who's the stiff?"
"Oh, no he's still alive." Suguru answered, waving his hand, "I'm coming to have Shoko check him out."
"Really?" Utahime asked, looking the man over, "Shit, he's really fucked up. Why do you need to see Shoko?"
"Can't talk about it for now." Suguru said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, "I'm sure you'll find out later. Shoko tells you everything."
"She'd better." Utahime grumbled as she mixed him a drink, then shifted her gaze back to Geto, "Anything interesting going on that you care to share?"
"Ah, no. Nothing that I'd care to share with the biggest gossip." Geto chuckled, Utahime clicking her tongue.
"Well, then who are you waiting on?" She asked, pouring the drink into a crystal glass and sliding it over to him, "I think the only one of the big three that's in today is Rin and she--"
Geto coughed into his drink for a moment then cleared his throat. "Sarah isn't here today?" He asked.
"She had a job from the Zen'in today." Utahime shrugged, "Something hush hush apparently, but she'll be gone until tomorrow morning."
"Damn." Suguru sighed, "What about Boe?"
"She's out scouting a new camp." Utahime shrugged, leaning on the bar with one hand, "Curses are congregating in one spot again so she's gonna either clear it or make some kind of truce."
"So only Rin is here to--"
"Geto." Rin said, her heels clicking on the tile as she approached, "What can I do for you today?"
Geto smiled, turning to face Rin. "Well, good to see you too." He chuckled, "I just haven't seen you since we had that wonderful meeting two weeks ago."
"Right." She nodded, her expression partially hidden by her mask, "Of course. Well, it has been lovely."
Geto rolled his eyes, "Alright, fine." He stood up straight, "I need to see Shoko."
"Is it an emergency?" Rin asked, "I can't guarantee that Shoko has time to see you."
"Depends on what you'd call an emergency." Geto said with a small shrug, "So, how about we talk in private?"
"Ah." Rin nodded in understanding, "Follow me then, please."
They walked through the atrium together once more, climbing the black marble steps. Geto decided to keep his hands in his pockets this time, saving his charming looks and playful smiles for the ladies for later. With Rin by his side, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
She extended her hand towards the brass handle of the main office door, but before she could grasp it, Geto beat her to it and pulled it open. He then stepped aside, giving a slight bow with a smile. Despite his polite gesture, she simply glanced ahead and walked past him. No words were exchanged, but he already understood that his actions would go unappreciated.
"Explain yourself." Rin said calmly, letting her fingertips trace across the wood of the large desk, "Shoko is a very busy woman. Why should she take the time to help out Yaga's group specifically?"
That's why he preferred to work with Sarah. Rin understood the delicate balance of Tenjiku very well. She couldn't just let him do whatever he wanted, and she wouldn't relent easily no matter how much he toyed with her. Although Sarah would have questioned him, she would have been quick to agree if he irritated her enough. Rin, on the other hand, seemed to take pleasure in making him uncomfortable.
"In this particular case," Geto explained, "This man seems to be secreting tiny curses from his body. He was under the influence of some kind of drug last night which is what I assume the curses are originating from."
Rin shifted the hefty leather chair, smoothing out her skirts as she settled down elegantly. Opening a drawer, she placed a notepad and a particular pen on the desk. Jotting down his words, she then looked back up at him.
"Is this man still alive?" She asked, looking at the man in question as he swayed gently behind Geto.
"He is." Geto nodded, "Heavily sedated and under a cursed technique, but very alive."
Finishing her note, she capped the pen once again and lifted up the pad of paper. Waving her hand over it, the words faded from view and she gently placed it back on the desk once more.
"Are we assuming this is some new type of synthetic?" Rin asked, "I remember we had a similar situation last time a new drug was circulating."
"Probably?" Geto said with a shrug, "To me, it looked as if he was hallucinating and his body was sweating more than it likely should have."
"Was he alone?" She stood again, her eyes flicking up to his momentarily before down to the notepad again.
"Yes." Geto answered with a nod, "Although if he did have any companions he'd long since lost them when he was trying to escape the hallucinations."
They paused a moment as writing began to appear on the notepad in front of her. "Alright. She's agreed. Please follow me." Rin said as she approached the back wall of the office.
Geto politely turned his head away as she gently rested her hand on the wall, tracing a delicate pattern on the vibrant red wood. As soon as the door slid open, she discreetly cleared her throat before confidently descending into the hidden passage. He quietly followed suit along with his captive, his eyes gradually adapting to the darkness that enveloped them as the door silently slid shut.
Into a large sterile room, his nostrils were immediately assailed by the smell of cleaning supplies and alcohol. A row of large metal tables sat empty in the center of the room, a rolling table beside one of them mercifully empty for now. Steel cabinets lined the walls and shelves of liquids in mysterious jars and a single solitary door that simply read, "Do Not Enter".
Shoko emerged from the doorway, clad in her typical lab coat layered over a cozy sweater and trousers. The dark circles under her eyes were a constant reminder of her never-ending workload. With a cigarette perched between her lips, she observed Geto and his companion with a hint of curiosity in her brown eyes.
"This the guy?" Shoko said, walking up to the man. Her hand gripped his chin, turning his head side to side as she looked him over, "He's absolutely blasted on sedatives. You could have killed him, idiot."
"Well, I wasn't exactly sure how much to use." Geto said with an uncaring scoff, "He's not dead, so it's alright."
"It's difficult to examine someone this messed up." She grumbled, "His body is all kinds of screwed up."
"Well, just do your best I guess." He said with a lazy wave of dismissal, "I'll come back when you're done."
Shoko rolled her eyes, "Right. Sure."
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Nanami took a deep breath, inhaling through his nose to clear his mind. Gripping his dull sword tightly, he swung open the metal gate before him and confidently entered the compound. His brows were knitted together in deep concentration, his gaze fixed firmly on his objective. This mission was one he was determined to complete without leaving a single person alive, except for his intended targets.
As he walked forward, a man yelled about unwelcome intruders as he appeared from behind a corner. Completely disregarded, his body was sliced in an instant by Nanami's sword, glowing with cursed energy. Blood sprayed like a paint on the ground as Nanami made his way to the front door without even a second glance.
As he walked through the hallways and chambers, there wasn't a soul left breathing. It didn't matter if they were men, women, humans, or even cursed beings. None of them could claim innocence. Despite their feeble attempts at justifying their actions, they were mercilessly slain and left to suffocate on their own blood.
He angrily marched through the spacious lab, passing by the chilling examination tables. The room was filled with gruesome evidence of cruelty. Jars containing organs, eyes, and tongues displayed on the wall like macabre decorations, all meticulously clean and spotless. Poorly drawn diagrams hinted at the experiments conducted on their unfortunate subjects, in a futile attempt to uncover a distinction that probably didn't even exist beyond the ability to manipulate cursed energy.
He remained unwavering in his determination until he located the intended individuals. Even at that moment, his face remained unchanged as he observed the sorcerers who were tied up and silenced. Not even when he noticed the marks of their mistreatment and carried out medical experiments. Not even when they cried tears of gratitude upon being released from their restraints.
Only when he got the call from a room nearby did a grin break out from behind his golden Oni mask.
"Nanamiiii~!" The voice cackled, "Found them."
Sarah, true to form, didn't bother to wait for him at the front gate. It was no surprise that the guards were already on high alert, having detected the powerful Sorcerers in their sinister abode. She had taken matters into her own hands, causing chaos and taking down any threats that crossed her path.
Nanami pushed the remains of the shattered door aside finding Sarah standing over a man with her foot on his throat and a woman in her grasp held against the desk. "This is them." She gritted, "Mr. and Mrs. Hayashida."
In Sarah's free hand was a long hooked sword, a cruel choice of weapon even for her. Its pair hung off the hook on the hilt, resting against the thigh of Mr. Hayashida. The silver edges of both swords were tainted with crimson, while the bone handles had taken on a grimy, brown hue. Glancing back at Nanami, Sarah's face contorted into a sinister smile.
"Zen'in asked for them alive." She said, "So I'll leave them to you. I don't think I have the self control."
Nanami lowered his mask, letting it hang around his neck to ask, "Were there any other captives?"
Sarah shook her head, dropping the woman on the floor and letting her crawl to her husband. "None that deserved to live with what was done to them."
Nanami caught a glimpse of the extensive scar stretching across her back, from shoulder to hip, as she turned around. The scar was deeply etched, at least half an inch in depth, and had a vivid red hue. It was a topic she would never discuss, not even with those who were close enough to know the truth.
"I'm still itching." She gritted, sliding the weapons into the scar as she produced a long gleaming sword from it instead. She hesitated before turning back to look at him, "What does Yaga want? That's why he sent you, right? Instead of the slut or the crack head, yeah?"
"He wants their medical documentation." Nanami answered, "If there is anything of use, he wants to utilize it for us."
"Cool." She pointed the sword at the computer on the desk, "Their security is shit. I had Muta clear a path for me."
"Muta?" Nanami raised an eyebrow, "Isn't that one of Kamo's?"
"Yeah." Sarah huffed, "He's already copying the information onto a hard drive." Reaching into her pocket she clicked her phone on, "I'll ask him to make you a copy. Text me when you're ready and I'll meet you out front."
Nanami glanced around as she stepped out into the hallway again. Her light blue oni mask hung loosely around her neck, and her intense green eyes stayed focused on the shadows ahead. Taking her time, she set off on her mission to discover any hidden creatures. No rush needed, as there was nowhere for them to run.
He made sure the two leaders were secure, then pushed them up and guided them into the main experimentation room. There, the prisoners had regained enough composure to stand and had covered their exposed bodies with whatever clothing they could find. Nanami felt a wave of nausea as he saw some of the youngest captives, including a little boy who couldn't have been older than five, among them.
He showcased the individuals who'd been leading the cruel torture directly in front of everyone. Their gazes fixated on the duo, their hollow and vacant stares filled with a sense of dread. Nanami remained silent, ensuring that each captive had a clear view as he guided them towards the exit.
"Come with me." He said to the captives, "We'll get you somewhere safe and have your wounds treated."
They walked out behind him through the chain link fence and onto the street. It was really surprising that a place like this could exist within the city limits, especially under the control of such extremists. Sorcerers were already unpopular, but this level of mistreatment was just unacceptable.
Nanami checked his watch, and right on time, a large white van pulled up. Kusakabe, the driver, gave him a short salute. Nanami nodded back in greeting to the driver as he walked around and opened the back of the van. He shoved the two leaders into the back, then he turned to the captives with an even expression.
"The drive is about twenty minutes." He explained, then said nothing else. The implications were clear as he stepped aside, letting the captives into the small space with free reign, "Keep them alive." He mumbled, uncaring if they actually followed his direction.
Kusakabe leaned out the window, "All set?" He called, getting a nod from Nanami as the blond closed the back doors of the van.
As it pulled away, Nanami dialed Sarah's number on his phone. She answered with a huff, "Done?"
"Yes. I'm waiting out front." Nanami said.
After ending the call, she promptly joined him. Gazing up at him, she completed the text she had been composing before tucking her phone away in her denim shorts. Her blood-soaked white shirt was stained, and her mask dangled loosely, even in the presence of humans. She never really bothered with such matters, and Nanami longed to possess her carefree attitude towards it all.
"Muta is almost done." She said, "C'mon. I've got a hotel room down the street. We can change and clean up while we wait for the kid."
Nanami's expression twisted into a fierce frown as they strolled towards the hotel. The sickness and anger within them refused to dissipate, fueled by the unfairness sorcerers endured simply for being born with powers. It was evident that none of those sorcerers posed any danger, or perhaps they were simply unaware of how to be threatening. This ignorance likely made them prime candidates for cruel experimentation.
Sarah wasted no time stripping down once she entered the hotel room. Nanami, being a gentleman, averted his gaze as he passed by the bathroom door and went to the window. From there, he could see the entire compound and noticed the various watch posts set up by other sorcerers who had joined forces with Sarah for the rescue mission.
"How many captives survived?" She called from the bathroom, over the sound of the shower.
"Eight." Nanami answered.
She clicked her tongue and Nanami heard a thud on the tile that was likely her fist striking in frustration. "Those bastards."
"How many did you mercy kill?" Nanami asked.
"Fourteen." She answered, more quietly than before, "They wouldn't have been able to live anyway."
Nanami let out a slow breath, shutting his eyes. It was all so repulsive, yet sadly not uncommon. Humans were adamant about trying to prove that Sorcerers were some sort of curse or mysterious entity, and this marked the third instance of a facility being established solely for studying these supposed disparities.
"Muta is gonna meet us up here with the hard drives." She called, "I'm almost done, just rinsing all this off."
"Not a problem." He replied, "Take your time."
After almost thirty minutes, Nanami emerged from the bathroom, freshly cleaned up, only to see Sarah engaged in conversation with a young man who was clearly Muta. The slender teenager, probably around seventeen years old, sported a top knot with dark brown hair and was dressed entirely in black. His intense black gaze met Nanami's with caution.
"Muta, Nanami." Sarah said quickly to introduce them, then pointed to the table where two hard drives sat, "Take one when you go, Nanami."
Nanami nodded, picking up the black device in his hand, "This is all of it?"
"Yeah, it's all there." The kid nodded, "Everything they did and planned to do as well as the database where they stored their own personal records. I also put in their email correspondence, some of them weren't currently at that facility and we can probably track them down this way."
"Good work." Nanami said, sliding the device into the pocket of the clean sweat pants he'd put on. Sarah must have left them for him. As cold as she was, she genuinely tried to be accommodating when she could.
Pulling on his jacket over his bare chest, he fastened his mask on again. His bloody clothes had been placed into a plastic bag and he scooped it up by the door, "Need any help with cover up?" He asked, slipping his feet into his shoes.
"Nah, no worries." Sarah answered, "I have taken care of. Stay safe."
And with that, Nanami left.
Nanami preferred jobs like this that were fast and effective, making sure to wrap things up neatly without any unnecessary drama.
The hard drive in his pocket felt heavy with sin, making him constantly think about the extreme lengths humans would go to in the name of justice. Lately, their desperation seemed to be spiraling out of control, especially with a potential curse candidate running for office and the sorcerers strongly advising against making a reckless decision.
He clicked his tongue in frustration, looking ahead at the crowd as the neon lights flashed to life above and the city came to life once again.
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gonna do this yumejoshi twitter thread! (not all of them but some of them) (actually wait nevermind i just did all of them)
1. briefly introduce your yume ship! is it romantic, platonic, familial, or something else?
mmm we are so in love it is doki doki love romantic kiss kiss mwah
2. how did you and your comfort character(s) meet?
i watched monogatari!
3. what is the dynamic between you and your comfort character(s)?
they tease me and mess with me a lot and say funny things and i laugh bc they are funny. we do... physical affection i give them kisses all the time. they are also a little mean... and try to get me to fall down a dark path. but its not that serious and probably doesnt work anyway since i just dont do things i dont want to. also, to some extent, this video. im the one on the right. and it would be more like, ougi is reading a book and smiling but yeah.
4. how would you and your comfort character(s) describe each other?
me describe ougi: the best. amazing. wonderful. brilliant. wise. super cool. love of my life. beautiful. adorable. impish. rude. fun. funny. beloved. hot 😳. sinister. scary. creepy. (<- good things) and more!
ougi describe me: cute. foolish. teasable. admirable. bubbly. considerate. thoughtful. kind. pleasant. easy. boobs
5. who is better at cooking?
neither of us are ace chefs but ougi is more swift when following recipes. so i would ask them to make food and then they make it bad on purpose to force me to get faster and better at cooking. grrrr...... annoying 💢......... but i wouldnt mind that much because i'd get to COOK FOR THEM YAAAAAAAAY NOURSHING OUGI and it would probably make me a better more confident cook too
6. who is better at organizing?
ougi. this has no footnotes
7. who is more athletic?
also ougi. they ride that bicycle. i do nothing....
8. who tends to lose track of time more?
probably me more, but i bet ougi would get lost in a good book (prolly mystery novel) and sit up to stretch and its 4 hours later
9. who gets tired faster?
probably also me with my lack of good physical practice.... ugwah.... ougi should take care of me when im tired........... wah....................
10. who gets more excited about special occasions (birthdays, holidays, etc)?
easily me. although i would get more excited for events for them than mine. they wouldnt really get excited for either. but they would make sure to celebrate my birthday and stuff of course.
its like this:
i am the one who makes their birthday and such a special occasion... because i refuse to let it not be!!!!!!!!!!!! because they are the best and deserve nice things and should be celebrated😌
11. who is better at planning surprises/keeping secrets?
this is also ougi. have you seen that poker face?
also id be good at keeping secrets normally but they would just know anyway and make me tell them.
also also if we were playing a prank together i would be the one trying not to crack up like 95% of the time. and the other 5% is we're both trying not to
12. what is something about you that your comfort character(s) don’t know?
mm... not much! probably random details and anecdotes. basically, whatever they don't ask about, or anything not important
13. what is something about you that ONLY your comfort character(s) know?
well if i said it would defeat the point! tryna get me to spill my secrets...
14. what are three ways in which you have changed since meeting your comfort character(s)?
im smarter and happier and much cooler
15. what are three ways in which your comfort character(s) have changed since meeting you?
HOPEFULLY, if they are not being an OBSTINATE LITTLE SHIT some of my love for them will have rubbed off and they like themself more now :)
they are also happier, because obviously i don't make them anything but happy 😌✨
also they'd get even more insufferable. i can't not spoil them 😭
16. what is your favourite thing about your comfort character(s)?
everything!
well, there's parts i like more. and they shouldnt be so hard on themself
but. everything!
17. what is your comfort character(s)’s favourite thing about you?
they'd say boobs to mess with me >:(
but it's not true 😇
they like my excitability and my kindness
18. what is your favourite moment featuring your comfort character(s) in the media they come from?
GWEH.
the gweh is just.... its just..... its everytihng
19. do you have alternate universes of your yume ship? tell us more about them!
welll...... unless u count me in naoetsu as au then no...................
20. what nicknames do you and your comfort character(s) have for each other?
oho?
i actually was tryna think up nicknames for ougi once but its hard bc their name is short already. i just kinda call em whatever comes to mind. they can be ougi, they can be my beloved, they can be my precious little thing, they can be the oug. the ouger, even. its what it is
ougi doesnt have nicknames for me they just call me by my name tho.
21. if you had to describe your yume ship with one song, which song would it be?
gwah theres a few of these.... hmmmmm.......
invisible touch is too perfect to not include
the bird and the bee - my love
mad head love - kenshi yonezu
and ill even put...
mitski first love late spring
arms tonite mother mother
some of it is describing the relationship more in general and some of its more about my feelings..... well thats okay too
22. where do you want to be with your comfort character(s) in three years?
🥺
i want us to be happily married and in love........ and i want to have raised my devotion levels and number of tributes 😌✨
23. if there was a book written about you and your comfort character(s), what would the title be?
going by the series' usual naming convention......... sakumonogatari (錯物語).
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