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All Too Well, Part 5

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Sorry if there are errors. The tumblr app has glitched and posted this twice already.

poly!Gojo x OC x Geto

Note: This takes place around 7 months before the start of the 2006 flashbacks.

CW: Graphic Violence.

"Hey, Miho," Seguru said one day as they were studying in the library. "I was thinking about your technique last night..."

About a month had passed since they met. She had finally adjusted into her new friend group, even to the point of joking with Kento and Yu. Now, she sat at a table nestled near the back of the library, one of her legs folded under her and leaning against the table to see her notebook. Suguru sat across from her, twirling a pen between his fingers. Open books covered the table between them.

"Yeah?" Miho asked. She referenced one of her textbooks before scribbling some notes.

"I think we can train you so you can use your Domain without hurting yourself," Suguru said, picking his words carefully.

Miho stopped and looked at him wide-eyed. Her pen slipped from her fingers. It clattered against her notebook.

"You're serious?" she whispered.

He smiled. "I mean, you've made so much progress in your training already. You can use cursed fire to burn seals instead of your lighter now. Who's to say we can't go further?"

He was right. Since starting her training with her friends, Miho had excelled far past her previous milestones. She was faster, stronger now than she had ever been. Nowhere near as strong as the strongest, but at least she had more than just her Domain to account for her Special Grade status.

Something about Suguru's optimism made her giddy. It suddenly felt as if that were a real possibility. She could do it, couldn't she? He was watching her, his smile growing.

"T-That would be incredible," Miho said, barely able to control her excitement.

"Let's meet up tonight to look into it,"' Suguru said.

The two went back to studying. Suguru glanced up at her often, watching the way she tucked her hair behind her ear After a pause, he added, "We should go out sometime."

It had been a while since they all went out to the city together. "We should! Shoko wanted to go to this new shop in Shibuya-"

"I meant just us, Miho."

Once again, she looked up at him, wide eyed. This time, he kept his gaze down, writing his notes intently. Perhaps it was the sunlight reflecting from the window, but she thought she saw the faintest hint of flush warming his cheeks and nose.

Miho opened her mouth to answer.

Suguru's red flip phone began to vibrate loudly on the table, making them both jump in their seats. He sighed and motioned for her to wait a moment. He checked the caller ID before answering.

"Yes?" His face changed suddenly as he looked at Miho. "Yeah, she's with me. What's wrong?"

Miho straightened in her seat.

"What about Satoru?" Silence. "I see. Okay. We'll be on our way over."

He closed the phone and stood. Miho mirrored him, already grabbing her tote.

"Did something happen?" she asked.

"One of the talismans in the west part of the city has been destroyed. We've been assigned to check it out."

Miho followed him out of the library. Talismans weren't hard to break- they were only paper, sometimes wood. Her own seals were just thick paper, reinforced by her cursed energy but still capable of being torn.

Just because one was destroyed didn't mean there was some nefarious reason behind it. Inclement weather could do it, or a passerby accidentally messing with the paper. Even cursed energy itself could eventually wear down the material.

"Yaga wants you to reseal it," Suguru explained, "I'll be there just in case."

"In case it's more than a mistake?"

He smiled. "Don't worry about it."

Despite his reassuring tone, Miho continued to worry about it.

That feeling continued to plague her throughout the car ride to the west part of the city. She sat in the seat beside Suguru, anxiously gripping the hem of her skirt. Suguru rested his hand on top of hers

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

"I'm fine. Just...nervous," Miho admitted. She didn't want to admit it, but having him there both eased and boosted her worry. On the one hand, no matter what was going on, he would be there to handle it. On the other, the fact that he was there made it seem like Yaga was being cautious. Miho mentally chided herself. You're stronger now. You can take care of yourself.

Hinata, the black suit that drove them there, summoned a veil just outside the alley. She insisted it was 'just in case'.

Surguru went first. The alley was completely empty, aside from the crates and trash bags strewn everywhere. He gave her a thumbs up and she stepped through the veil. The talisman was hidden under a crate at the back of the alley. Miho crouched, gently resting her knees on the concrete to avoid ripping her tights. She glanced over her shoulder. Suguru was close behind. He was watching the roof of the building next to them.

Carefully, Miho picked up the tattered halves of the seal. It had been torn. Thankfully, it wasn't a major seal. Just something to quell the curses in that area. Miho unzipped her school jacket and pulled a paper talisman from the inner pocket.

Pain struck her chest. She looked down.

What...

The sharp tip of a blade poked through her uniform shirt. Scarlet blood seeped through the white fabric.

...What the fuck?

[serenityserene]

Frailty pt.3

Rubbing your legs trying to ease the soreness in them you managed to waltz over to the large wooden orient dresser in the room. Opening it your amazed to find an assortment of clothes. Women's clothes. Shaking your head at the thought of whoever's home this originally was and their fate you take out a slighty baggy white T-shirt then dig for some well...preferably pants. All you could find were short jeans making you sigh while reluctantly slipping into them noting to pull up slowly over your puffed welts on your pelvis. Sukuna had been gone for hours and the constant rumble in your stomach made you realize how hungry you were. Peering down the dark hallway that lead to a living room and kitchen, you cautiously walk down trying to find a fridge or cabinet. It was so quiet that the creeks from the house's age showing left you on edge. You fumble into the kitchen reaching for the door of the fridge when a sudden impulse to stop freezes you. Should I eat something? I mean you were human and needed to but you weren't given permission? Anger begins to swell over you having to even comply to that monster's orders but you've tasted punishment already for "defying" him so to speak then again he never said you could get dressed either. Your hand slowly falls from the handle and you shift to walk back into the bedroom taking off the clothes you found a piece at a time and setting them back into the dresser. How pathetic...you being so afraid of what he'd do to you...for anything usually seen as normal. That pain he gave you...you didn't want to feel it again, you were beginning to think if more of it happened you would truly break and grow hollow. Shaking your head back and forth from the thoughts you decide to just stay put and wait. Sadly If anything, keeping yourself from going hollow you needed to avoid pain. At least until Sukuna just decides one day that pain for you is more entertaining for him. You shudder and crawl onto the bed getting under the covers to hide yourself. Wrapping like a burrito as tightly as you can. Eyes drifting around the side of the room you can see they land on itadori's school uniform thrown into a ball on the floor. The red hood creeping from its navy blue top.

Yuji.

All the two of you ever were was an acquaintance through Gojo. Satoru came to you one night asking if you'd be able to seal Sukuna into a sleep within Yuji while they looked for fingers. That white haired man-child knew you dabbled in that sort of technique as well but you weren't very strong in it making that mission more of a risk if anything. That beautifully drawn smirk of his telling you " It'll be ok...we should at least try, if not for all sorcerers peace of mind...for Yuji". You sigh at how stupid you were letting his charm seduce you into some glimpse of hope for the guy. But apart of you still wanted to try. Closing your eyes you try to go back to that day seguru geto's walking corpse waved that damn prison box trying to fade out with it. Your quick movement went to pursue him but were stopped seeing Yuji suddenly shifted infront of you, his head hung low as markings began to cover him. Blood rippled eyes glanced to you as his hand lifted up making geto throw the box to him. He had the most devious grin looking you up and down.

"Say...you're that pretty little thing with some unique ability aren't you?" Your body tensed finding your footing as you narrowed your glare to him. "Give it to me..." you barked.

"Oh?... This? I'll make you deal...if you can land a single punch I'll be open for negotiations..." he snared chuckling deeply as he toyed tossing the box up and down. Your brows furrowed and a soft grin curled in the corner of your mouth.

"...Fine..."

Centering your cursed energy you moved quickly blinking out of his sight only to shift inches behind him planting a knuckled fist into the right side of his face. As his head rolled to the side his eyes were widened leaving his mouth grinning from ear to ear. He moved to grab you but the very touch burned at his flesh as he stepped back laughing hysterically. " ...Wow!... That's what I'm talking about!" Looking ecstatic towards you he gripped his jaw looking like he got off on your hit before he looked at his hand that tried to touch you, the flesh was dissolving. Chuckling softer he healed it instantly and focused his attention back towards you. He smirked lifting both arms " ...very well...I always keep my word..."

Breath hastened you spit out "...release him...now!" That hit drained you. You centered all of your cursed energy into that hit and it was by luck , There wasn't enough energy left for you to do much more but at least he couldn't touch you.

Dropping his arms he's still having that wide grin as he looked you up and down .

"... how about...a pact-" your flutter blinks raising up from laying on the bed staring into space. I-i don't remember...your lower lip falls gently as you sit there trying to put together this pact between the two of you. Why can't I remember? Was that part of it?...my memory? Slamming your head back against the mattress you begin to curse under your breath. " How the fuck am I this stupid?...allowing memory loss in this ridiculously pact to only end up tortured?" Sighing you roll over to your back looking at the ceiling . Raising your arms straight up you see your bruised wrists and it takes you back to the first day under sukuna's control. He had teleported you here with him but shortly dropped you making your knees graze the wooden floor of the hall way hard. Looking back at him he was struggling to keep control of Yuji banging his body into the walls of the hallway holding his head. You scampered up and tried to run but were hit with a dead end into a bedroom that had a bathroom connected . Chest pumping rapidly up and down with each breath you kept looking for an escape when you turned around finding Yuji right behind you.

"Y-Yuji?...is it you..? Please we have to-..."

"...No..." a thunderous sound overwhelmed you as you sank to the floor curling each finger into the ground as if to hold on for dear life. His demonic eyes slowly opened looking down at you as he reached to drag you up by the collar of your top.

" ...The little brat's been put to sleep...and won't be available for some time ..." laughing a dark husk of a laugh he pulls you harder up pushing you down onto the bed. Jumping on top of you he held your wrists up above your head sinking his claws deep to keep them from moving. You begin to flail under him trying to wiggle out from his hold hearing his sinister chuckles inching closer to your face. "Y-Yuji!...p-please ..wake up!...don't let him do this! You can't!" Screaming up at him to release you but all your met with is Sukuna's gaze over you.

" Now where were we?...hm..ah yeah..right around..." His hands slide down resting on top of your blouse gripping it then pulling it off from you tearing the cloth with his nails as he threw the shreds aside of him. "... Here..."Gasping from the quick tearing your hands are fast to fall on his forearms trying to push them off of your chest. You grunt trying hard to push him back but his strength is unaltered. Gripping your throat with one hand he holds you still while his mouth falls to engulf one of your breasts, latching onto it twirling his tongue around your perked nipple making your hips buck wildly as you try to breathe. Violent nibbles dig into it's flesh and you feel your eyes beginning to strain from painful tears starting to slip. "Y-Yuji...p-please.." pleading for his soul to snap out of it you grip the wrist of the arm crushing your throat digging your nails into his skin wishing it would stop.

With a pop from his mouth your ravaged breast bounces from the grip of his teeth and he moves his other hand down to the waistband of your skirt tugging at before deciding to just rip that from you has well. Flinging it over the side of the bed he places a palm over your panties, rubbing the outline of your pussy's fold with his thumb. Curling the side of his lips eyes lock onto the movement of his thumb against you before licking his lips. "...you want me to stop?...just look how wet you're getting...almost fucking drenching my finger through this dainty cloth here..." sliding his thumb and index finger under the moistened piece of cloth he pushes his fingers through your slick walls slowly pumping in and out. Eyes glancing up watching your body being strained at his advance and your obvious distain delights him even further. He curls the rest of his hand under your underwear tearing it from you slowly snickering as he hears your panicked gasp .

Removing his hand from your throat you go into a coughing fit and he takes a moment to pull off the top of the uniform he's wearing. It's red Hoodie attached makes him growl as he tosses it over to the side. Reaching down towards his pants he unbuttons and unzips it letting his aching cock fling up. The girth of it so thick and bulging with veins he moves to pull you by your thighs onto him. You feel yourself being dragged down and begin to struggle against it before getting a sharp pain being pulled up by the side of your head. He's lifting you up against him as you push against his chest while your lower pulsing opening hovers over his cock. " This will only get harder if you fight ....I'm only claiming what's mine " His breathy lust and unwavered grin warning you.

Holding your arms firmed against him trying to ignore his grip of pain pulling at your skull you darken your eyes and look into his while breathing hard.

"...Fuck you..."

Smirking a toothy grin he cracks his neck to the side and slams his pulsating dick into your core hard taking both hands to grip your hips pushing you fully into his length. You shriek in pain with each thrust plunging your walls harder and harder causing your elbows to bend landing you tight against his chest. His thrusts ruthless and harsh with each rip of wall that tried to form an obstacle for his cock to go deeper and deeper within you. Panting in a grunt of continuous pain your body ragdolled up and down in his control keeping his hold on your hips firmly locked onto his base. Pushing you back down he impaled you deeply into the mattress hearing the spring of it scream with each thrust. Your cries got louder making his hunger grow to go faster and deeper. You felt like he was going to rip right through you.

His release was strong and squirted back out from your lower folds and injured pussy as you were panting so hard you thought your heart would burst from your chest. Pulling your face to his he pushed his lips to yours roughly taking your lower lip over and over again between his fangs biting and suckling up all the blood drops leaking out in between more and more forced savage kisses. Your streaked tears and painful twitches ignored as he breaks contact with your mouth, he looks down at you with a sinister smile while his voice lowered .

" All that you are is mine now girl...defy me and I will break you apart just for entertainment...you understand?"

Opening your glued from tears eyes you look at him trembling and wincing from the pain you just endured. Gulping around the large lump in your throat you silently breathe "... Y-yes..."

"Yes what"

"...Y-yes...S-sukuna...I-I understand..." lips raw you watch him shift his gaze to lay next to you as you move slowly onto your side facing away from him.

" Get up...we have an adventure to go on..."

You flinch back to the present seeing Sukuna standing over you. His features showing no emotion as he flings something at you.

" Here...eat and get dressed then we'll go..." he points to the dresser making you internally curse yourself out. Raising up again you nod and comply.

Part 4 below:

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A Curse In Your Name - Chapter 44 - Double Dare

“Hey, Mika-Chan; what do you think of these..?!”

Asked Saturo after trying on yet another pair of ridiculous sunglasses; these ones pink and in the shape of clouds that his eyes made it look like the blue sky was peering through.

“They look just as stupid as the last ones…”

She replied, having already had to have dealt with him trying on the heart shaped ones, and some laughably undersized ones that looked like they were out of The Matrix.

“Oh; come on! You haven’t liked any of the ones I’ve tried..!”

Complained Satoru, taking off the glasses so she could get a glimpse of his sickening blue eyes; the colour so bright she had no choice but to look away.

“Maybe it’s because your taste in accessories is shit..?”

She suggested, the boy looking thoroughly insulted at the very implication, but Satoru was hardly the pinnacle of fashion.

“Is not!”

He objected, only for her to tow him out of the store, no longer interested in playing dress up with a 6’4” Barbie when they were supposed to be looking for Getou.

“Hey! I was gonna buy those!”

Protested Satoru, hands reaching out to grab ahold of the glasses as she dragged him by the back of the shirt into the street.

“Trust me; I’m doing you a favour…”

She replied, already knowing that he had quite the sunglasses collection, none of which he actually used aside from his current blue pair.

“You’re a real killjoy, you know that?!”

Satoru continued to gripe, reluctantly following her through the crowds as she tried to work out where to check next.

“Have you ever considered that not everyone wants to be an accomplice to your dumbassery..?”

She asked, more concerned with where that damn Curse had gone than Satoru’s feelings.

She hadn’t seen that mutated bug for at least half an hour, and at this rate she’d probably lost it forever.

“It’s not dumbassery if it’s fun; and you are no fun, Mika-Chan…”

Replied Satoru; the boy still pushing the ‘good times’ angle, ignoring the fact that this was meant to be a mission and not a shopping spree.

“I’m plenty of fun…”

She disagreed, already knowing there was really no point in arguing, but she was bored, and at least it was entertaining.

“Pffff..!”

Scoffed Satoru, the sound coming out more like a raspberry, but then when had she expected him to be mature?!

“What’s so funny?”

She asked, threading her way through another dense patch of tourists as they stared up at Takeshita Street’s neon lights like moths to a flame with half the IQ.

“You?! Fun?! I don’t think you know the meaning of that word!”

He laughed as if the very concept was absurd to him, Satoru so used to taking his entire life as a joke, that anyone who didn’t was a stick in the mud.

“I thought we had fun the other night…”

She replied, lowering her voice ever so slightly as she let her hand brush against his, Satoru’s neck turning a subtle shade of pink beneath his collar.

“Ehem… That was different and you know it…”

He cleared his throat as he replied, looking ever so slightly embarrassed to be reminded of his submissive display in the light of day. 

It seemed Satoru Gojo didn’t enjoy it so much when it wasn’t him doing the shameless flirting.

“So what exactly can I do that you’d consider ‘fun’?” 

She asked, willing to indulge him this once if it meant shutting him up for a bit.

“Well; you coooouuuulllld…-“

He began to drawl, and she could already tell it was going to be something stupid and probably illegal.

“I’m not committing a felony…”

She told him; already seeing his face drop, before yet another smile began to spread there.

“Or any weird sex acts.”

She added for good measure, because Satoru was a kinky bastard who saw no problem in double daring her to do the dirty in public.

“Well; how else are we supposed to have any fun?!”

Lamented Satoru; his face resembling a petulant child in levels of poutiness and cuteness.

“Be creative! I’m sure you’ll come up with something…”

She replied, eager to prove to both him and herself that there was more fun in life that didn’t include handcuffs and a stolen police uniform.

“Then how about we go in there..?”

Suggested Satoru, the tall blonde pointing towards perhaps the only worse idea he could have other than public indecency.

Saturo was pointing at what otherwise looked like a very bright and colourful shop that seemed to sell raunchy cosplays; that was, until you looked closer and realised that wasn’t the only raunchy items they were selling.

“Oh no! Absolutely not happening…”

She refused point blank, already having her mind up that she wouldn’t be caught dead with him in there, no matter how many times he quadruple dared her.

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“ARRROOOOOOOOOO!”

The sound of Megumi’s Demon Dog was both terrifying and exhilarating; the signal that both him and Nobara were safe coming as a great relief to her fretting heart.

But still; she had Yuji to worry about, the kid’s fist still being held hostage by an extremely dangerous and malignant Curse, whilst the pair of them were rendered completely powerless by its attacks.

Yet they had a back up plan; a horrible, unthinkable back up plan, if only Yuji had the will to do it.

“What a pain this brat is…”

Rumbled a low, demonic voice that haunted her nightmares and plagued her dreams; Yuji clearly having bitten the bullet and switched out with Sukuna like she’d suggested.

“He he he…”

Chuckled the Fingerbearing Curse; the sound more out of curiosity as it tilted its head with slight interest, the creature clearly picking up on the sudden change in nature of the person in front of it, Sukuna’s spirit warping and changing Yuji’s form until he looked more like a man masquerading in a kid’s body.

“Without a doubt, you’re the most annoying little wretch I’ve had the displeasure of dealing with-“

Growled Sukuna; still clearly complaining about what he felt was an unfortunate vessel for him to occupy, only for the Fingerbearer to reach out a try and touch him.

“Hold on! I’m talking here…”

Interjected Sukuna, reaching out to almost companionably pat the Curse on the shoulder; his fingers miraculously growing back as the Fingerbearer instantly froze on contact as if paralysed.

“Now; I should probably teach that damn brat a lesson for thinking he can tell me what to do, but if I go after his friends, he’s only gonna switch back…”

Mused Sukuna, thinking out loud as he paced contemplatively; the image of the muscular Curse stretching and filling out Yuji’s clothes disarming to see as she did her best to lie down and play dead without notice.

“But if I can’t kill the brats; maybe something else can…”

He continue to drawl; those dark red eyes widening with a jolt of inspiration, Sukuna turning back to the Curse to address it again.

“Hey; you come with me and help me get rid of these kids…”

He ordered, the King of Curses clearly having some sort of dominance over his subjects as he loosened his hold over the Curse.

“No-!”

She cried out, too tired and drained to even move at this point, but she couldn’t just let them walk out of here and hurt her kids.

“Sweetheart; I almost forgot you there…”

Crooned Sukuna; those blood red eyes flicking to her with veiled amusement, the Curse approaching where she lay limply on the floor.

“S-Sukuna…”

She attempted to speak; her adrenaline beginning to wear off as the pain of her broken ribs started to kick in, each painstaking breath like agony in her lungs.

“Look at you… Looks like this Curse roughed you up pretty bad…”

He grinned sadistically as he crouched at her side, his clawed fingertips reaching out to seize her face roughly, letting his thumb run over her lips till it smeared the blood there.

“Perhaps I should fix that for you..?”

He mused; the phrasing reminding her uncomfortably of Gojo as his hand moved to cup her face, the gesture equally as unnerving, only to be interrupted by a wild slash from the Fingerbearer.

“You fool…”

Spat Sukuna, catching the Curse’s clawed hand in his own, Yuji’s bloodied stump regenerated until his hand had returned.

“You think you can take me unawares…”

He continued to growl as he rose to his feet once more; his grip tightening around the Curse’s hand until she could hear the crack of bone, its fingers bending back in gruesome and unnatural ways.

“Uh hahah Uh hahaha-!”

Cackled the Curse frantically; it’s laughter warping into screams as Sukuna effortlessly crushed its hand in his grip.

“It seems I’ll have to remind you of your place…”

Sukuna spoke, opening his palm only for an insanely powerful torrent of Cursed Energy to be released, the sheer force of it knocking the Curse flying in a way even Satoru would be envious of.

Yet even with all Sukuna’s might, the Fingerbearer remained standing, the sick Curse cackling gleefully as if this was what it wanted all along.

“It seems our conversation will have to wait until later, my pet…”

Said Sukuna, his eyes still fixed on the Curse as he reached out to grab hold of her; her world suddenly sent spinning as he hoisted her up and over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“You’ll have to excuse the positioning, though I have to say, I’m enjoying the scenery…”

Bemused Sukuna, his strong shoulder forcing her ribs to ache even more, the pain far outweighing her concern that the King Of Curses now had a uninterrupted view straight up her skirt.

“Now… back to the battle…”

He growled, instantly leaping into action in a move that jolted the breath out of her lungs, his hand reaching out to grab hold of the Fingerbearer’s face before slamming him straight into the concrete.

“Scrieeeeehhhhehehe!”

The Curse cried, no longer able to laugh as the sheer force of his body hitting the ground caused it crack and splinter, Sukuna standing above it with her braced over his shoulder like a prized pig.

“Do your worst, Curse…”

Sukuna challenged arrogantly, slamming his foot down hard on the concrete so it shattered beneath him, her body suddenly weightless as they fell.

“A-..!”

She opened her mouth to scream, but found no air would come out, her breath stolen either by her injuries or the Curse beneath her, even as the floor below rapidly approached at the speed of light.

“Hheheh..!”

Cackled the Fingerbearer hysterically, it’s body also hurtling through the air, it’s hand lashing out to attempt to hit Sukana again, only for it to be ripped clean off.

“Why are you even trying so hard..?”

Sukuna posed a question to the other Curse; Mikasama’s body no longer feeling quite so weightless as she felt his hand wrap around her wrist, her body suddenly pulled back until she found herself sitting in the King Of Curses’ lap.

“Can’t you tell I’ve already disarmed you..?”

Sukuna grinned from his position over her shoulder; one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, the other holding up said arm as it oozed and bleed from where he’d torn it off.

“Scriiiiieeeeeh!!”

The Curse squeeled, though whether it was from fury or from pain was getting harder to tell by the moment; the beast’s bloody stump spurting blood in the air like a sprinkler that was sure to drench her clothes.

“Don’t you think he’s hideously outmatched; my pet..?”

Asked Sukuna, his hand reaching up to cup her chin and force her to stare into those brilliant and bloody eyes.

She opened her mouth to reply; to give some token form of protest, only for the King of Curses to draw in, lips pressing down hard on her own until she could taste blood that she wasn’t sure came from her mouth or not.

“Don’t look so worried, wench. This is what you wanted…”

Chuckled Sukuna darkly, Mikasama now not so sure that she shouldn’t have taken her chance with the Fingerbearer.

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HI GUYS!!! kat here again!! I’ve decided to reboot this tumblr as a whatever-the-fuck-i-wanna-write kinda thing. If you want to send in a request, go ahead. anything is fair game with writing at this point with me :)

What I will do:

Smut

Angst

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One-Shots

Series (if the idea is inspiring enough!)

Character Studies

Scenarios

What I won’t do:

Super long action scenes (please, i just rlly suck at them man)

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Jujutsu Kaisen:

Yuji Itadori

Megumi Fushiguro 

Toji Fushiguro

Satoru Gojou

Nanami Kento (my beloved) 

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Yuta Okkotsu

Maki Zen’in

Sukuna 

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Alex

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John Price

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

Yuri

…Makarov

Red Dead Redemption: 

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Dutch van der Linde

What I will do:

Smut

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Headcannons

Blurbs

One-Shots

Series (if the idea is inspiring enough!)

Character Studies

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Super long action scenes (please, i just rlly suck at them man) 

[dejwritesarchived]

𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓. chapter one ( &. toji fushiguro x black!female reader — warnings: mentions of sex, sex work,gore, profanity, violence. yakuza au )

➣ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: toji fushiguro finally gets his hands on the mysterious woman snooping around the man who owes him money. to his shock, it’s the woman he always admire on stage every friday night.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO STARED THROUGH THE ONE WAY WINDOW; HIS fingers gripped at the glass of bourbon as he watched the woman pace back and forth in the room. The once room that Toji and his men used to beat men in submission for information was now a place where the woman Toji admired from afar on a stage was pacing back and forth. He thought that maybe his men picked up the wrong woman. But they didn't. This woman who Toji only dreamt about touching was the one who was caught up in the wildfire of her father's debt to one of the successful Yakuza branches in Japan. As he finished off the last bit of brown liquor in his glass, he had only sighed.

"Is this really her?" Toji questioned.

First Lieutenant Nanami Kento was flipping through the folder containing documents about the woman, her family, and the amount that [Y/N] father owed. "Yes, [Y/N] [L/N]." He said out loud. "Daughter of Mark [L/N]," he further added.

Toji made an oath never to hurt women or kids within his branch. He never had to deal with a woman being in debt to him. Due to her father fleeing Japan, the next person within that family lineage usually had to pay it off. She was the next in line.

"Let me talk to her. She probably didn't even know that her father even borrowed money from us," Toji sighed as he placed the empty glass on the table.

"She's flipping us off," Geto Seguru said, motioning to the woman behind the glass window.

She was currently sitting down at the table in the room, her middle fingers up. The woman must have been fully aware that the group of men were behind the glass watching her every move, and it could have been because she was wearing a skin-tight dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

"She looks so familiar," Gojo Satoru said out loud. "Just can't put my finger on it."

Toji rolled his eyes at Gojo's comments. The man knew where he saw her. After all, when no one wanted to go to the lust-filled strip club in downtown Tokyo with Toji, Gojo was the first to hop up volunteering. As the dark-haired man's fingers unbuttoned the jacket to the nicely tailored suit, he threw it on the chair. Loosening up the tie around his neck and grabbing the folder out of Nanami's hand, he stepped into the room. The door quickly closed behind him, and you could hear the click of the automatic lock.

"My favorite customer, I knew I saw that handsome face somewhere," [Y/N] sneers, her voice oozing with confidence. The doe look face she made at Toji leaked with sex appeal.

He ignored her comment sitting down in the chair in front of her. His fingers ran through his jet black hair as he leaned back into his seat. "Your father owes us a lot of money." He said.

"Hmm, how would I know that? I haven't spoken to him in months. He stopped answering my calls, text messages..." Her voice trailed off as she leaned forward; the cleavage in the little black dress she wore was clearly a distraction to the man in front of her.

Toji cleared his throat, his eyes scanning her face reading it. He was very good at knowing when someone was lying. It was like an instinct he picked up when he was sworn in to run this branch. The way her eyes softened, she genuinely didn't know where her father was. "He sent me a text message about needing money. I was going to give it to him, but I haven't heard from him." She explained.

"We're assuming he fled without paying us back," Toji said. For some reason, the man felt nervous talking to her. The confidence that Toji had was nowhere to be found as he talked to the beauty in front of him. Perhaps it was the way she leaned forward exposing herself to the man or how Toji caught her teeth grinding against those lips of hers.

"And that has to do with me because?" She asked, her perfectly arched eyebrows raised at him as she leaned back. Her arms folded across her chest.

"Obviously, his debt. If you're familiar with how loans from yakuza work over here...the next family member in a family lineage has to pay it off." Toji bluntly admitted. "That's you."

"How much is it?" She questioned.

Toji knew she was a dancer. She probably was going to try to pay it off, but the debt only increased with the interest that Toji added to it. When he opened the folder file, he slid the paper over, pointing to the amount. Watching her eyes grow big, he felt bad. He was now watching a woman having to pay for her father's sins.

"I don't have that amount right now, but I can get it. You know I can," She says, alluding to the place she currently works. He soon could feel something rubbing against his leg. He could feel her feet rubbing against his leg under the table. He should have known when she was leaning against the table, and now this, she was trying to seduce him.

And it was quite sad that as a Yakuza boss, it was working on Toji. He was aware that she could pay back the money. She was a black foreigner in Japan. It wasn't a secret that many men fetishized her and her looks, and she used that to increase her bank account. As Toji's hands pushed her feet away from his legs, him also having to adjust his pants due to the sudden tightness in the crotch area, it seemed like an imaginary light bulb went into his head.

A smirk curled onto his face as he leaned forward, "How good are you with seducing men?" He asked.

[Y/N] leaned forward, her fingernails tapping on the table. "That's a stupid question to ask considering where I work. This reminds me when we wrap this obvious sexual tension-filled session up. I have to go to work." She says. "You should know I have a shift every Friday at 11 o'clock. You're always front and center when I'm on that stage." She adds.

As she leaned back once again, that wicked smile showed her perfect pearly whites. "Or should I give you a show right now?"

Toji's fist clenched at her words. He could feel his cheeks grow hot as they glowed a crimson red color. How could one woman have him so flustered? It was as if the man turned into a puddle right in this woman's palms. He pushed himself out of his seat and walked towards the door, hearing the familiar buzzing sound signaling that it was unlocked. When he stepped outside the room, the door slamming shut behind him, he let out a long yet dramatic groan. Gojo, who was sucking on a green apple-flavored lollipop, smirked as he stared at the woman in the room.

"She's good." He said out loud. "Like really good."

"A little too good," Geto adds. "She knows she's attractive, and she uses that as an advantage. Did you guys see the way her feet were rubbing against Toji's leg?”

Nanami adjusted the frames on his nose before speaking, "What's on your mind, Toji?"

Toji stared at the woman. He was even more infatuated with her. "She's going to pay off that debt, but in a different way." He said.

"What?" Gojo questioned.

"We're going to use her to get to men in different branches." Toji began to explain.

The trio of men was beyond confused at their boss's words. "If she can get me flustered like that, I'm sure she can get any man to talk about things like where they're trying to expand their branch to, drug connections, money laundering, and so on."

"Are you sure about this? Considering that you've been eyeing the girl since she started working at that club," says Gojo. "We don't need you getting jealous cause Hanchiro Kuno is grabbing her ass while he drunkenly tells her when's their yakuza branch next drug drop location."

"If I want her, I'm sure I can get her." were the only words that left Toji's lips as he glanced at the woman who was now laying her head down on the table in annoyance. "We're doing it, okay?"

"You're the boss Toji. If this helps expand our branch, then let's go for it." Nanami responded, which the other two nodded in agreement.

When Toji stepped back into the room, [Y/N] smiled at him as she lifted her head. "Thought I scared you away, boss." She said.

Something about the way boss bounced off her lips caused the man to chuckle. He sat down in the seat, his dark-colored eyes staring at her. "I got a job for you, princess, and it'll help pay off the debt."

Her eyes glowed with excitement as she leaned forward, wanting to know more. "What?" She asked.

"You're going to seduce men to get information out of them."

"Excuse me?"

"You said it yourself, due to your line of work, you're good at seducing men. Obviously, that's what you did to me a couple of minutes ago. So now, you're going to do it to other men to help my branch." He explained. "When my branch is considered the top branch in Japan, that's when your debt will be paid off."

He had a feeling she was going to argue against it. The position could have been seen as degrading as hell, using a woman to get what you want out of other men. It sounded cruel now that he thinks about it.

"Okay. I'll do it, but in one condition." She says. "Actually two...and for the second one, I'm going to whisper it in your ear, Toji."

He bit his lower lip, hearing his name escape her lips. Daydreaming about the way she would sound if she moaned his name. "And those things are?" He questioned.

"For one, when seducing these men, I have to be in the best clothes, heels, hair has to be done, makeup..." Her voice trailed off.

"If you want to spend my money [Y/N], say that. Money isn't a problem for me. You know this, considering the amount I tip you at the club," Toji responded.

"I'm just saying, I'm an expensive woman with taste." She responds, her eyes staring at the man in front of her.

Her index finger motioned for him to lean forward, she soon whispered in his ear. Toji once again could feel himself blushing, his body growing hot at the demand of the young woman in front of him. Feeling her lips only inches away from his ear turned the man on. As he sat back into his seat, she sat down, also giving him an innocent smile.

"If that's what you want, I can give you that. Plus some." His lips curled into a devious smirk.

"Then I'm glad we're on the same page." She responds, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Well then, it's official."

"When do I start?" She questioned.

"I'll keep in contact with you. After all, I know where to find you if I need you."

The woman pushed herself out of her seat, "You sure do, and you always come with something I like. Money." She walked towards the door, Toji not far behind her. The trio outside the room could hear the buzzing sound as the Toji and [Y/N] walked out the door.

She gave the trio waiting outside the room a smile, collecting the belongings they took from her. She twirled around, walking towards the exit, while one of Toji's lower rank men escorted her out. With each step the woman took, Toji's men turned their heads to stare at her.

"What did she whisper in your ear?" Geto questioned.

"Nothing." He said.

"Bullshit." Gojo said, "We all saw her whisper something to you. You don't want to say."

"And I'm not going to tell you three guys. It's between her and me." Toji responded as he was tugging his jacket back on. "Now, will you excuse me. I have to go home to my son."

He knew [Y/N] was going to be a handful for every one of them, and he was willing to take that risk.

It just was something about that woman.

And Toji wanted her.

[lovenona]

and i repeat: anthropo-ceramics geto suguru is the type of toxic where he'd take your virginity, make a sculpture about the experience, then smash it on the ground as a metaphor

this ask is my entire life. this ask is my lifeblood. everyone please saddle up for the ride of a lifetime, otherwise known as 1500ish words of toxic geto featuring sukuna being a good fucking friend – please continue at ur own risk this absolutely contains geto being a pretentious toxic fucker and mentions of virginity/first time but yes i guarantee it does have a happy ending (link to the full college! cinematic universe here) 

let’s begin with the basics – why wouldn’t you fuck geto suguru? he has the type of beauty that lingers on the back of your eyelids even after you’ve long since departed from him; it’s the kind of fragrant, lasting beauty that you think sculptors muse over when they coax life from their marble. he’s smooth, like still water, and calming, like the sound of birds rustling and leaves swaying at dawn. he is helen: a beauty that nations would go to war over. 

and sure, he is pretentious, the kind of toxic pretentiousness that festers inside of all pretty boys who call themselves “leftists” but can’t be bothered to call their mothers or to care about their partners. but it’s the way he speaks, the way he looks at you with such fervor and attention in his eyes that you’re utterly willing to let him break your heart. 

and maybe it’s not often that someone looks at you the way geto does: it’s not often that someone looks at you like they want you, body and soul. and it feels nice to be cared about, to be flirted with, even if the figure doing the flirting condescends you in a way that is different, harsher, colder, than the way ryomen sukuna does. 

so geto suguru takes you on dates. after the avant-garde poetry reading, in which you feigned excitement as he recited a poem on global imperialism that you didn’t quite vibe with, he brings you to local bookstores with overpriced yuppie memoirs, farmers’ markets with organic fruit, human rights protests and philosophy meetings where greasy boys bitterly discuss the communist manifesto. he takes you to dinner, too, to vegan restaurants that you can’t help but rave about on yelp later and to bars where they serve your cocktails in mason jars. 

geto suguru, for all his faults, is incredibly lighthearted with you; he makes you feel beautiful and desirable and warm, even when he’s explaining anthropology to you with such intense vigor that you lose track of his meaning. after everything, you’d be lying if you said you regretted your time with him.

after awhile you let geto fuck you – and yes, he was your first time, which you were naturally quite nervous about. but you appreciated him because he waited for you; he never pressured you into behaviors you didn’t want; he never asked you for services you weren’t ready to provide. and so when you slept with him, after an invigorating open-mic night at the fair-trade coffee shop near campus, you felt ready for the intimacy. geto made you feel attractive, comfortable, safe. he praised you the whole night, gave you caresses that lit you up like fireworks, provided such a level of god-tier aftercare you still reminisce about it, even now. 

but that’s the thing about anthropology-ceramics major geto suguru: he’s quietly toxic. he’s a poison that sneaks up on you, infecting your bloodstream when you least expect it. 

you weren’t sure if geto wanted to pursue a relationship, either. you’d fucked, sure, and you went on dates, but he was always the type to avoid long-term commitments. rumors float around campus of the many partners he’s ghosted, of the relationships he exploited for his own “artistic musings.” they aren’t loud rumors, to be sure, but they hang around his aura like a strange, ghostly scent. 

geto is a pretentious little fuck. you’ve known it and agreed to enter his circle anyway. maybe you hoped, perhaps naively, that the rumors would simply not apply to you.

which was a stupid idea. three weeks after the experience, since which you have only spent one-on-one time with geto only a few times, mostly to talk about school, the art department hosts an art show. it’s a regular occurrence, where the art students show off their best works, grad students display their in-progress theses, and outsiders can browse the displays, drink wine, offer to give outstanding students jobs and internships. it’s truly a big fucking deal for the art department; many of the school’s the most successful artists received their first acclaim here. 

you’ve always enjoyed attending, even if the level of talent and expertise sometimes intimidates you, even if you know you’ll never be on this level. you know sukuna’s got a few paintings lined up to be on display – paintings you’ve modeled for, drawings you’ve watched him labor over for hours on end. you reckon that for all your begrudging time together, you might as well show your face in support. 

but what you didn’t count on was geto’s contribution.

at this art show, there are, every now and then, some interactive performances, speeches, explanations on certain works. so it happens that from the back of the auditorium you watch geto take the stage, wheeling a small, white sculpture behind him. from your perspective it could have been a flower – perhaps a lily, but you can’t be certain. 

(geto always did like sculpting precious, dainty flowers.)

he doesn’t call you by name, but he doesn’t have to. he talks at great length in that smooth voice of his about the construct of virginity, the purity culture plaguing the globe, the emotional sensitivity of having your first time. geto seguru tells an avid audience what you felt about fucking for the first time. he recreates the entire night for two hundred listeners: he recalls the foreplay, the insecurity, the orgasms. he doesn’t call you by name. he doesn’t have to. 

he may have asked for your consent the first time. but he certainly did not ask your permission to do this. 

you’re not sure if you should laugh or cry when geto dramatically smashes his own sculpture, citing the “destruction of virginity” and  the need “to demolish a social desire to classify one’s morality based upon their sexual activity” and “the symbolic popping of the cherry” among other phrases that are utter bullshit. you’re watching the fragments dance across the stage and you feel exploited. you feel used in a way that feels utterly worse than anything else geto could have done.

did he ever like you? or were you simply a muse for this moment? 

you’re about to ditch the art show and go wallow in self pity at your apartment when a familiar presence slides in beside you.

“that’s kinda fucked,” sukuna says, hands in his jacket pockets. he’s looking at you out of the corner of his eye. his tone tells you he’s joking. maybe he just doesn’t know. “no one gives a shit about virginity constructs anymore, idiot.” 

“yeah,” you respond, but the energy is gone. you feel strange, like you’re hovering outside of yourself. your head hurts: you’re angry. you decide you’d like to cry when you get home. “what a piece of shit.” it comes out strangled and lost. 

sukuna notices the dejection in your voice, the sag in your shoulders, the way you’re just barely able to hold yourself together. he may be arrogant, not ryomen sukuna is not mean.

a familiar arm around your shoulders, keeping your sanity together. “shit’s lame. let’s get the fuck out of here.” it’s a phrase that captures everything that remains unsaid between you: i’m going to beat the shit out of geto the next time i see him. that’s absolutely unbelievable.

you never explicitly told sukuna about your weird relationship with geto: you didn’t have to. it was always evident to the both of you. it was written in the way you’d look a little bit longer in geto’s direction, in the way you let yourself be strung along and become someone else. you’ve hung around sukuna long enough that you know his body language and that he knows yours. you’ve hung around sukuna enough that there are a lifetime of stories that never need to be told. 

you nod. “yeah.” thank you. i know. 

you’re both uncharacteristically silent when you exit the auditorium, when you collect sukuna’s belongings that are still lounging by his artwork as you prepare to leave. ryomen sukuna is famous for never shutting the fuck up. but as you button your coat, he’s silent, and it’s strange. comfortable.

“thank you,” you say with uncharacteristic softness as he throws a sketchbook back into his backpack and zips it shut. 

“why?”

“for asking my permission,” you say, gesturing to the gallery wall behind him, to the painting of you – “eros” – that you had posed for awhile back. even now, you find that it captures an essence you did not know you possessed. “he didn’t. ask, i mean.” 

ryomen sukuna has always craved your attention. and maybe he’s glad he’s got it back – but it feels sour. he doesn’t understand why he’s so fucking upset for you. he doesn’t understand why he wants so badly for you to be happy again. what he does understand is that he plans for retribution. 

“that’s fucked,” he settles on. “what bastard doesn’t ask for consent?”

you smile – and he does too, one that’s less feral and almost kind. and so you fall back into routine, already, some kind of weight lifting from your shoulders. ryomen sukuna may be a menace, but you can rely on him, trust him: that much you know. 

“you know,” sukuna says offhandedly as you exit the building and enter the parking lot. “i know where geto’s car is, i’m just saying. and i’d be lying if i said i didn’t have an extra precision knife in my backpack right now.”  

[ryomen-yn]

Bullying the weak is not nice.

弱い者イジメはよくないよ。

Romaji: Yowai mono ijime wa yokunaiyo.

-Geto Seguru(Jujutsu Kaisen)

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A Curse In Your Name - Chapter 42 - Tempting Fate

“Come on! Harder!”

Urged Satoru, surprisingly being able to keep his tone from slipping into something sexual as Seguru and Mikasama took turns hitting him with wooden practice swords, only for them to bounce off his barrier like it was some kind of super shield.

“Is that all you got?! I’m not even breaking a sweat yet!”

He continued to taunt, both his attackers doubling their efforts to no avail; the inch thick rods still bouncing off him like rubber bullets whilst Satoru didn’t so much as flinch.

“I honestly thought the pair of you had more stamina than that, but apparently I was wrong-!”

He goaded as Mikasama raised her practice sword high over her head, striking it down with all the strength she had in her as she felt something give way.

-CRACK!

Suddenly her sword snapped; the tough wood splintering as it snapped clean in two; the top half of the rod breaking off and catapulting half way across the courtyard from the sheer force she’d hit him with.

“Holy shit..!”

Muttered Satoru, instinctively moving out the way of the flying projectile, the clatter of it hitting the wall almost as loud as it breaking had been as it embedded itself deep into the wood.

“I guess we now know which is stronger…”

Commented Getou; the usually stoic boy’s eyebrows raised in uncharacteristic surprise as he observed how far the sword had managed to go.

“No way! There’s no way you just broke that!”

She said, refusing to believe that on top of being an invincibly strong Sorcerer, Satoru also got some weird invulnerability shield that meant no one could hit him no matter how hard they tried.

“Well; looks like I just did, so suck it up, Mika-Chan!”

Grinned Satoru widely; his smug expression only making her want to hit him more, except now that was impossible!

Stupid, dumb shield!

She stormed off to the side of the courtyard, not quite believing that Satoru could get any more conceited considering he was now damn well near enough a superhero. 

“Mikasama..!”

Called out Getou; clearly misreading the situation as her having another strop, and trying to deescalate the situation before it lead to another week of her not talking to them.

“Come on; Mika-Chan! It’s not my fault I’m pretty much a God-!”

Grinned Satoru; the boy’s ego now pretty much incomprehensible now he’d found out he was indestructible, only to be cut off by the sound of a sword being drawn.

“Mikasama, what are you doing..?”

Asked Getou hesitantly, Mikasama now holding the katana he’d left on the ground in her hands, the blade unsheathed and glinting menacingly in the sunlight.

“Well; considering we now know that Satoru is pretty much untouchable, I say we test out how strong that forcefield of his actually is…”

She suggested as she inspected the razor sharp blade in the light as if looking for faults, running her finger over the edge.

He saw a hint of red, her skin giving way in the smallest of cuts, before she removed it from the blade and popped it in her mouth with a devilish smile.

“Mikasama, I really don’t think that’s a good idea-“

Objected Getou, already knowing a dangerous game when he saw one, and Mikasama was basically asking them to play Russian Roulette with all the chambers loaded.

“I do.”

Interrupted Satoru; the blonde getting that frightening look in his eye that he got whenever he was about to do something reckless, the boy so certain he was going to live forever that he had no trouble trying to tempt fate.

“Let’s push this thing as far as it will go, and then try for a little more…”

Satoru continued, stepping forward to meet Mikasama in the middle of the courtyard without a hint of fear in his eyes, that ever-present smirk making another appearance as he faced his would-be executioner head on.

“Guys; I really think this is a bad idea…”

Urged Getou, really not wanting to have to watch the girl he cared about most slaughter the boy he cared about most all over something as cheap as pride.

“Bullshit…”

Satoru brushed off his concerns, the blonde standing stock still as Mikasama readied her blade, the girl holding the hilt with both hands in order to get the best swing that was sure to lop his head clean off.

“If my shield fails, Mikasama is sure to give me a clean death. Isn’t that right Mika-Chan..?”

Purred Satoru, blue eyes glimmering behind his sunglasses as he flirted with her and death at the same time.

“Always…”

She replied, her eyes equally intense with focus and perhaps even lust; because nothing got the blood going quite as much as the promise of mortal peril.

Without further warning or contemplation, Mikasama whipped her blade back, swinging the sword in a wide arc that was sure to cut through most Curse’s bodies, never mind Satoru’s neck.

Getou watched helplessly as the steel cut through the air; the blur of silver faster than lightning as it drew in on Satoru without him so much as trying to block.

“Satoru-“

Yelled Getou; reaching out to stop Mikasama even though he knew it would be too late, his heart in his throat as the sword flew towards Satoru’s neck.

CLANNNGGG-!

Mikasama’s sword stopped mere centimetres from Satoru’s neck; the entire blade bending and groaning as if hitting a brick wall, the sudden collision making her arms quake with the aftereffects.

She stumbled, the shield repelling her back as she fell onto her ass, the sword slipping from her fingertips with a loud clash; all whilst Satoru continued standing pretty as if nothing had happened. 

“How the hell is that even possible..?!”

She asked, the girl apparently having expected it to cut clean through, and yet continuing anyway; her lack of concern for Satoru’s life almost worrying, if not for the blonde’s equally as troubling eagerness to try it first.

“I told you! I’m goddamn invincible!”

Grinned Satoru, punching the air in some sort of ill-suited celebration as if this had been some simple Jujutsu exam and not a game of chicken on what was virtually an expressway.

“I wonder what I should try next..? Maybe a truck?! No; a bullet train..!”

The kamikaze blonde continued to scheme; his brush with death apparently not close enough as he began to plan out a hundred ways to die and then survive out loud for them all to hear.

“I’ve got it! I’ll jump off a twelve story building!”

He exclaimed, Getou giving Mikasama a look of ‘look what you’ve done’ only for the girl to shrug, the craziness of Satoru Gojo apparently unlimited by the jaws of death now, thanks to this strange new technique.

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“Sukuna!”

She called out; yelling the name into the air even though she knew the Curse occupied the boy standing right next to her, her eyes never moving from the other Curse standing right in front of her.

“Mhmmm; what is it that you want; pet..?”

Purred the Curse; one of its strange abstract mouths opening up in Yuji’s cheek in a sight that would be quite disturbing if she hadn’t already witnessed so many of the Curse’s perverse vulgarities already.

“I want to make a deal with you…”

She replied; already knowing this was a risky move to make, but it was the only one with the smallest of possibilities of being successful she could think of.

“You already refused my deal; or have you already forgotten..?”

He drawled, Mikasama resisting her mind from jumping back to that terrible night; the one when he first tried to take her body by force whilst she thought she was safe sleeping.

“A new deal! A better one…”

She negotiated; hoping that the Curse might at least consider it, before refusing her outright.

“I may be interested…”

He replied with muted curiosity; one crimson eye appearing just above the mouth in order to see her better.

“I want you to take control of Yuji’s body and help me defeat this Curse…”

She said, already knowing that he’d refuse point blank unless she could make it interesting for him.

“And why would I do that..?”

Asked Sukuna; still not giving her a no, but not saying yes either, but that was progress.

“Because if you do; I let you do whatever you want to me…”

She replied, knowing she should probably know better than to give the Curse carte blanche over her corporal form, but she really didn’t have much to offer him here.

“And what’s to stop me from overtaking this brat’s body, and taking what I want anyway..?”

He countered; though she already knew it was a bluff, because if he was capable of that, he would’ve done so long and ever ago.

“Providence…”

She answered, already intimately familiar with the ties of a Binding Vow and how severe the repercussions could be if he decided to break it.

“Nice try, Sorceress, but I have a counter proposal for you…”

Chuckled Sukuna; the Curse’s voice sounding almost gleeful at the prospect of sharing his vile and heinous plans with her.

“How about I take control this brat’s body by force, then go kill those two those two miserable maggots you call children myself…”

He spat; venom behind that angry red eye as he threatened Megumi once more, Sukuna already very familiar with how much of a weakness the boy was for her.

“And then when I’m done with them, and I’ll make sure I take my time, I’ll come back here and finish what I started with you; you obstinate slut-”

He continued to snarl; his words sending an unprecedented shiver down her spine now she knew what the Curse was fully capable of.

“No..!”

Objected Yuji; the boy having apparently regained enough control of his body to fight against both Curses at once, his unrelenting loyalty almost admirable if it wasn’t so sure to get him killed.

“Yuji; what are you doing..?”

She asked, scared now she could see the boy’s arm moving, his hand reaching for where Slaughterdemon was still sheathed at his hip.

“My best…”

Snarled Yuji through gritted teeth; his fingers tightening around the blade’s hilt, hand quickly lifting it up and out of the sheathe as he slashed out at the Fingerbearer.

“Yuji! No-!”

She screamed out to stop him, but it was already too late; the Fingerbearer not even having to raise it’s hand before it managed to slice Yuji’s hand clean off.

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A Curse In Your Name - Chapter 41 - Hit Me With Your Best Shot

“Hey! Mika-Chan!”

Called out the voice of literally the last person she wanted to speak to as she silently walked past the courtyard, not even daring to look back as she already knew the pair of them would be standing there waiting for her to come to them like she was a damn lovesick puppy.

She’d been ignoring them for the past week, and so far despite Satoru’s best efforts, she’d been successful; not having even spoken a word to them the entire time.

She had thought they’d given up, but if the fact that Satoru was currently chasing her down the hall was anything to go by, she’d been wrong.

“Mika-Chan! Wait up!”

He continued to insist, his voice now following her as she went, the dumb blonde far too stupid and persistent to get the message that she wasn’t interested in talking to them.

I mean; why would she, after they lied to her?!

She could already see how little they actually valued her feelings in this weird little pseudo relationship they were in, and she wasn’t about to let herself get hurt just for a pair of pretty boys who told even prettier lies.

“Mika-Chan!!”

Satoru continued to call out her name; this time right behind her as he grabbed hold of her shoulder, Mikasama momentarily thinking of shoving it off, only to decide to spin around and find out what exactly he wanted.

“What?!”

She spat; shooting him a venomous glare that she was pretty sure would burn straight through his head if his sunglasses weren’t in the way.

Luckily, or unluckily for her, Satoru was too much of an airhead to notice, that 2000 watt smile stretching across his perfect face like he was actually pleased to see her.

“Hit me.”

He said; the words completely blindsiding her as she wondered if her subconscious thoughts had somehow managed to infiltrate Satoru’s mind and come out his mouth instead.

“What..?”

She asked, completely confused, because he didn’t just actually ask her to hit him, did he?

“Punch me; try and knock me out. I wanna try something…”

He requested again, and although Satoru was the last person on earth she wanted to do a favour for, the temptation of messing up his pretty face was too damn irresistible.

She let a smile creep across her lips, reeling her hand back for the slap of a century as she let it rip at Satoru’s cheek with all the force of a hundred Mormon Sunday School teachers.

Her open palm honed in on his pretty pale cheek, her fingers practically buzzing in anticipation of striking it, when suddenly her hand stopped.

“What..?!”

She spoke her thoughts out loud; her hand stuck hovering a couple of centimetres away from his skin, feeling as if it was suspended by some unseen force that kept her from going any further.

“The hell..?!”

She continued, trying with more force now to push her hand past stopping point, some unseen barrier keeping her from actually hitting him.

“Haha! See! I told you it would work, Getou!”

Exclaimed Satoru, the blonde apparently having predicted this outcome as Getou slowly approached them from further down the hall.

“Of course it did. We saw that earlier, though I’m still not sure why you asked Mikasama…”

Replied Getou; the dark haired boy the image of calm as always as stood beside them like this was some sort of strategy meeting.

“I needed someone to actually hit me like they mean it; you hold back too much.”

Satoru spoke with an eager grin; the fact that she currently hated his guts meaning nothing to him if he could manipulate force fields around his whole damn body.

“Still; what if it hadn’t worked..?”

Asked Getou; the boy apparently much more reluctant to place his trust in Satoru’s new barier than its user was.

“Then I get a well deserved slap to the face; so what?!”

Shrugged Satoru, surprisingly admitting that a good punch or two was well overdue considering his actions, but he didn’t give her time to be stunned before he asked her for another favour.

“Hey; Mika-Chan. You fancy slapping me around a bit more and helping us test out my barrier..?!”

He asked excitedly; Satoru clearly either having absolute faith in his own abilities, or just a weird fetish for being beaten up, but no matter the reasons, she wouldn’t turn down the chance to throw a punch at him.

“It would be my pleasure…”

She grinned maliciously, already beginning to crack her knuckles in preparation as she followed the pair back towards the courtyard.

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“Goddamnit! The Curse has got Nobara!”

Exclaimed Yuji; the pink-haired kid clearly panicking as he knelt down and inspected the floor where she had been, fingers patting the tiles like there was some sort of secret passageway that would open up if he hit the right spot.

“That’s impossible! If it had, my Divine Dogs would’ve sensed i-!”

Objected Megumi; only to freeze on a sight that chilled him more to the core than any Curse.

The White Shikigami Spirit’s head sat embedded in the wall as if crushed by great force; a trail of crimson blood leaking from its mouth and eyes as if crying.

“Yuji, Megumi; you have to find Nobara and get out-!”

Ordered Mikasama, realising now that they were in even more peril than she’d feared; only to be halted by her entire body suddenly seizing up as if paralysed.

It was here…

The damn Curse was here and she’d missed it!

She turned her eyes, the only part of her still able to move, to see it; her blood running cold the moment its thoughtless eyes met hers.

It was the same.

The same dead, arachnid eyes and long spindly limbs; the same pale, striped skin and never ending smile.

A Fingerbearer.

“Hehehhehehe..!”

It giggled gleefully; the sound striking her with memories she’d long buried away of a woman’s bloody corpse and her friends clinging to their lives at the mercy of such a creature.

She’d barely survived; they’d barely survived-

No! 

She mustn’t get lost in those thoughts now; her students were counting on her.

“Yuji… Megumi…”

She called out, managing to shake herself from her fear-induced petrification and open her mouth.

“Can you move..?”

She asked; knowing that if they could do as much, she could help them.

“Yeah… yeah; I think so…”

Replied Megumi, checking with his pink-haired classmate first, before giving her the relief she needed.

“Good. Megumi; I need you to find Nobara, and get as far away from here as possible-“

She told him; knowing that she could at least buy them some time until Gojo, or some other Sorcerer could get here.

“No! If we leave you here; there’s no way you can defeat this-!”

Refused Megumi; always the ever-loyal son she’d never had, the boy’s love for her showing even through his hard-shelled exterior.

“Yes we can. I’ve done it before, just not without help…”

She replied; remembering the feeling of her life’s force rushing into her blade, the sensation of slipping to the brink of death with no way to stop herself before she fell over.

“Yuji! Im gonna need you to stay here with me…”

She said; her mind having already conjured a semblance of a plan that was all but suicidal, her heart hoping above all hope that somehow this would work.

“Okay! But didn’t you have someone stronger; like Gojo-Sensei, or something..?”

He asked, the kid already obeying her orders without question, though she wondered if he’d be so keen once he found out what she planned to do.

“Last time; yes, but this time I’m going to have to improvise. Do you still have control of Sukuna..?”

She asked, for once praying that that twice-damned Curse was listening for her sake as well as the kid’s.

“Yeah, but I don’t understand how that helps-“

Replied Yuji, not quite following just how sick and twisted of a plan she’d had to resort to just for the smallest of chance that they’d survive.

“Good. When I ask you to; I’m going to need you to switch…”

She continued to divulge her plan; sounding oh-too-like Satoru for her to feel comfortable, but she supposed crazy situations called for crazy people, and there didn’t come many crazier than him.

“What?! But last time he tried to attack you-!”

Objected Yuji; the boy’s chivalrous streak showing through, but right now she didn’t need a White Knight, she needed a goddamn monster.

“I’m aware of that. But if we’re to stand a chance against this thing, we’re going to need his power…”

She assured him; for once deciding it was better to go with the devil she knew, though God knows what she’d do if the King of Curse’s felt otherwise.

“Megumi; as soon as you and Nobara are clear, I’m going to need you to send us a signal; okay..?”

She instructed, the boy nodding in response before turning tail towards the exit; her heart half-relieved that he might be able to escape this.

“And one more thing..!”

She yelled; halting him before he could leave their soon-to-be battlefield as he turned back to face her.

“If I don’t make it out; tell Satoru that I said ‘I told you so’.”

She said; Megumi giving her one last nod of farewell before he disappeared into the hallway, leaving her and Yuji alone to deal with the Curse.

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A Curse In Your Name - Chapter 10 - Possesion

“What the hell was that?!”

She exclaimed, confused and almost horrified by the ease in which Satoru had dealt with a Grade 2 Curse.

“A Snoot Boop…”

Satoru gave her a half shrug, that crooked little smile never leaving his face as if what he just did was the most normal thing in the world.

“I know that..!” 

She snapped, irritated by him treating her like an idiot when he’d just been the one to run batshit crazy into a Curse and liquify it with a touch of his finger.

“What I want to know is how you did it?! That Curse was a Grade 2; it should’ve killed you-!”

She objected as if she almost wanted him to get eaten, and if it got rid of the smug expression on his face, she might even consider it.

“I’m a Special Grade…”

Smirked Satoru smugly, walking away from her as if he expected her to believe that horse crap.

“As if I’m going to believe-“

She scowled, watching as Satoru kicked through the Curse’s slushy remains as he searched for the finger, caring very little for the amount of bodily fluids he was splashing onto his trousers.

“He is.”

Interrupted Getou, and for a moment she thought he was having her on too, if not for the total lack of punchline to his joke.

“We both are…”

He added, before joining Satoru in sieving through the Curse’s grizzly remains as if he’d just admittedly being Catholic or something.

“Special Grade?! But that would make you both, like, insanely powerful…”

She contemplated the fact, not quite believing two seventeen year olds could hold so much ungodly power at their fingertips.

“Why? You like powerful men; Mika-Chan..?”

Asked Gojo; the opportunity for another chance to provoke her drawing his attention away from looking for Sukuna’s Finger.

“Because I’d be happy to demonstrate just how ‘powerful’ I am…”

He purred, his voice dropping down low and seductive as he leaned down to her height, a hint of his endlessly blue eyes glimmering above his glasses, and for a moment she was a little bit worried about what Satoru was really capable of.

“Got it!”

Cried out Getou, ruining whatever simmering energy Satoru had managed to build there, as Getou held what looked like a wrinkly twig up above his head.

Both her and Satoru approached him, watching as the normally spotless Sorcerer wiped the Finger on his uniform, smearing red streaks of blood across its clean black fabric.

“Sukuna’s Finger…”

He stated, showing the wrinkled up, half-rotten appendage like it was some collectible horror movie prop; it’s long nails and waxy skin seeming too stereotypical to be real.

“So this is an actual finger of a dead God..?”

She asked; not quite believing that deities walked the earth, let alone left behind fingers for people to find like souvenirs.

“Yep; wanna see me eat it..?”

Asked Gojo, snatching it from Getou and suspending it over his open mouth dramatically like he was about to swallow a worm.

“Don’t even joke about that Satoru..!”

Chastised Getou, sounding even more severe than usual as he snatched the Finger back, clearly not trusting the jokester blonde with such an important artefact.

“But why? Is it that dangerous..?”

She asked, unsure of how a dried up finger could hold so much power it made a Special Grade nervous.

“Not in its current state, but if someone were to eat it, then yes; it would be…”

Explained Getou with grounded solemnity, taking care to wrap the finger up in some rune-covered fabric that she guessed was a warding talisman.

“What would happen if someone ate it..?”

She continued to pry, pretty sure that instantaneous death wasn’t enough to jar the unflappable front of Seguru Getou.

“I’m the best case scenario; one would suffer a quick yet painful death…”

Seguru said, almost as if he himself would prefer it to the alternative.

“And in the worst case scenario..?”

She prompted, wondering what on earth could get a Special Grade scared.

“Sukuna would take the body as a vessel and reincarnate himself into the modern age.”

He said; the severity of such a situation becoming reality not lost on her.

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“Yuji..!”

Yelled Megumi, rushing forwards to help now that the pink-haired kid was lying unconscious on the ground, the butchered remains of the Curse they’d been fighting fizzing as it dissolved in a lumpy mess.

“Don’t…”

She stopped him before he could go any further, almost certain that the boy was dead, but cautious in case the worst case scenario had happened.

They’d managed to defeat the Curse; the kid’s little stunt with the finger stealing the monster’s attention for just long enough to sever its spinal cord, Mikasama managing to perform a swift decapitation that would put the Curse down for good.

But in every hard earned victory, there was some semblance of defeat, and their defeat seemed to have come in the form of their pink-haired saviour.

“Is he..?”

Asked Megumi, her most talented student hesitant to finish his sentence, less it make the situation more real, but he didn’t need to to know the truth.

Yuji Itadori was d-

“AHHHHH!”

An ear splitting scream exploded forth from Yuji; both Mikasama and Megumi covering their ears against the piercing sound that emanated from what should’ve been a corpse.

The pair watched in horror as Yuji’s spine arched up unnaturally, his whole body convulsing as if possessed; his fingers curling as his nails dug grooves into the concrete till they bled, face contorted into a ferocious snarl as he gnashed his teeth and foamed from the mouth.

It was like watching an exorcism in reverse; more and more of the sweet natured boy being stripped away, until there was nothing but the raging animal beneath; the boy’s screams growing louder and more disturbing, till suddenly they stopped.

“Yuji..?”

She called out, finally being able to uncover her ears as she approached the kid’s limp body.

“Yuji; are you o-!”

She began to ask, reaching out to touch the boy, only for a hand to shoot up and snatch her wrist, its long taloned fingernails digging in to her flesh until it drew blood.

“How wonderful it is to be in the flesh again…”

Mused what should’ve been Itadori in a low gravely tone; his voice far too sinister and deep to be his own, and suddenly she felt her gut drop out of her.

“It’s so nice to…. Mmm… feel things with my own hands…”

He purred; this thing definitely not Yuji as it rose from the ground in one smooth movement, finally releasing her wrist from his bruising grip.

“And what kind of world have I come back to..?!”

He continued to rant; his attention now drawn by the flickering lights of Susuwa below; his red eyes alight with the flame of a thousand forest fires; his smile almost maniacal in the way it stretched unnaturally past his long fangs.

“Women, children; all stacked together and writhing like maggots!”

The creature foamed at the mouth, salivating as if the very thought brought him undeniable joy.

“It will be a massacre…”

He grinned, and Mikasama knew there was no denying who possessed Yuji’s body.

“Sukuna..!”

She said, calling out to the King Of Curses as he surveyed his territory; those unnatural eyes shifting to her as if daring her to challenge him.

“Release the boy, or I will end you…”

She demanded, utilising some of her recovered Cursed energy to summon forth a Wakizashi, wielding the blade threateningly in front of her just in case he decided not to take her seriously.

“And what is it we have here..?”

Crooned Sukuna; his smile taking an even sharper edge as he approached, and only now was she was aware of how much his proportions had stretched, Sukuna’s body now towering over her as his distinct muscles rippled and flexed with each movements, pitch black tattoos wrapping around every limb and tracing across his chest and face.

“A female Sorcerer, and an attractive one as of that…”

He observed, reaching out to touch her face as suddenly she found herself unable to move; Sukuna’s frighteningly red eyes rendering her immobile as he seized her face between his taloned fingertips, digging his nails into her cheeks.

“Perhaps I should make a little pet out of you..?”

He mused, smile settling somewhere between sleazy and unsettling as let his thumb trace over her lips, the coppery taste of blood beneath his fingernails turning her stomach as he attempted to force his thumb between her lips.

“Don’t touch her..!”

A new voice came from his lips; this one belonging to the vessel’s original owner as Yuji finally regained some control over his own body, the kid objecting to any proposed defilement from his unwanted hitchhiker.

“What?!”

Replied Sukuna; sounding almost shocked that some nameless teenager had managed to push back against his possession.

“You heard me; leave her alone; and while you’re at it, give my body back!”

Demanded Yuji; the boy somehow being able to fight back against the invading Curse just enough to control Sukuna.

“How the hell are you doing this?!”

Snarled Sukuna; displeased to see his new toy didn’t plan to play by his rules as he struggled for dominance over Yuji’s body.

“I don’t know, but I don’t plan on letting you highjack my body without a fight.”

Answered Yuji; his body’s hands curling into fists as if they planned to do exactly that.

“Stop…”

Called out a third voice; this one not belonging to Yuji Itadori’s body, but to her own student, Megumi having recovered enough to stand on his own two feet once more.

“I don’t know if that’s you in there, Yuji; or if it’s something else, but by order of Jujutsu Regulations; I have no choice but to exorcise you…”

He stated, hands already held ready to yield his power to wrench spirit from body and destroy Yuji’s soul with it necessary.

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A Curse In Your Name - Chapter 39 - No More Surprises

“Would you mind passing the Soba; Mika-San..?”

Asked Panda; the bear’s small paws reaching out to take them with almost childlike cuteness.

“No problem; Pan-Kun…”

She replied, passing the bowl of noodles over the low table for her newly revealed baby brother to take.

“Thank you.”

He said, taking the bowl with surprising strength considering his tiny form, before beginning to scoop out large amounts with his chopsticks.

She’d been surprised when she’d found out her father had been referring to a panda, of all things, as his son; thinking that he’d well and truly lost it and begun projecting her childhood love of the black and white creatures onto living things in new and unhealthy ways.

Then he’d explained the situation a little further, and she’d realised her dad wasn’t as crazy as she’d first thought.

“So, let me get this straight, you managed to use your Innate Technique to infuse a real living soul into a… panda..?”

She’d asked, still confused over how such a thing could even be possible considering that a panda was already very much a living thing and not a glorified stuffed toy like her father’s other puppets.

“Three souls; though one already existed in him already.”

He clarified; the fact that this cub’s body possessed the souls of three living things doing little to settle her uneasiness.

“And these extra souls; they somehow allow him the ability… to talk..?”

She continued to question, still wondering what on earth had possessed her father to try such a thing in the first place.

“And to use Cursed Energy, as it stands; though we’re still working on that.”

He replied, as if a talking panda wasn’t enough; he was now telling her he was teaching it Jujutsu Sorcery.

However, regardless of her reservations on the nature of how her new so-called ‘sibling’ had came to be, she’d decided to give him a chance for the sake of family and stay and have dinner with them anyway.

And turned out the kid wasn’t half bad; polite, smart, sweet in an un-annoying sort of way, and it certainly helped that him being a panda made him way cuter than the average seven year old.

“So Mika-San; Dad says now that you’re going to school here, we’re going to see a lot more of each other…”

Panda began to speak, the cub using his tiny pudgy hands to twist his chopsticks until the noodles wrapped around them like spaghetti.

“Is that so..?”

She asked, glancing at the man in question who’d conveniently found his attention wrapped up in picking up a flower shaped carrot with his chopsticks.

“Mhmm…”

Nodded Panda as he shovelled another mouthful of noodles into his mouth, chewing it down at such a speed that she wondered how much faster a bear’s metabolism was in compared to a human’s one.

“He says you can’t live here, since I’ve got your old room, but he says you’ll come over lots and lots for dinner..!”

Panda continued, sounding almost excited about the prospect, even as he picked out the wakame from his soup, his fuzzy brow pulled down into a scowl as he removed the offending greenery from his sight.

“And would you like that, Pan-Kun..?”

She asked, kind of interested in how the child who’d acted as her replacement felt about the original being brought back into their lives.

“Well; yeah!”

He exclaimed happily, his excited movements nearly knocking the bowl flying if not for some quick movements from herself.

“Dad doesn’t normally let me play with other kids, so I get a bit lonely, but now my Big Sister’s here; that’s all gonna change..!”

The kid gushed, clearly more happy to meet her than even her father had been; the tiny bear cub clearly having conjured up an image on what having an older sibling would be like in his head, and hanging onto it with all his little heart.

“I can’t wait to show you all my toys; like Gorilla-Kun and Ele-Chan…”

Panda continued to ramble as he seized her hand in his fuzzy paw, quickly getting up from the table and pulling her up alongside him with surprising strength for such a tiny creature.

“Panda; try not break your sister…”

Called out Masamichi; her father finally choosing now of all times to speak up, after having remained silent all throughout dinner.

“I won’t Dad!”

Panda yelled back as he tugged her towards her childhood bedroom; the tiny cub eager to have a playmate after so many years of being alone.

——————————————————————

“So, what’s the plan, Mikasama-Sensei?”

Asked Yuji with upbeat eagerness; the name ‘Mikasama-Sensei’ grating on her nerves, though she guessed it was better than them calling her Gojo’s assistant.

“We get in, check for survivors, get out, then wait for back up. Under no circumstances are any of you three to engage a Curse; if you find one, you’re to evade and report back to me…”

She replied, not really keen on taking three first years into unknown hostile territory, but had little choice considering their Sensei was currently occupado.

He hadn’t even said goodbye; the jerk!

Just left her a note on the fridge apologising for having to cut out on her early and informing her he’d left her a waffle in the fridge.

She supposed she shouldn’t have expected any better from the Great Satoru Gojo. He was too busy to waste his precious time on her nowadays anyway.

And the waffle had a bite taken out of it too-!

“Wow; what the hell is that?!”

Gasped Yuji; the boy drawing her out of her internal cursing of Satoru Gojo as he stared slack jawed at the gradually increasing arc of a protective curtain that was spanning across the sky.

“It’s a Veil. A simple Barrier Technique used to conceal Sorcerer’s and Curse’s activities from civilians…”

Explained Megumi; the kid really on point with his answers today, though she guessed being raised by two Jujutsu teachers might do that to you.

“That is incredible..!”

Grinned Yuji; still not quite over how the barrier appeared to turn day into night, even though it was pretty much lower than Grade 4 Sorcery.

“Can I do that too?!”

He asked, sounding painfully eager as if this was some sort of educational school trip; though she guessed in the Higher Ups’ book, it was.

“Not today.”

She replied, not really willing to indulge Yuji’s curiosity when people’s lives were literally on the line.

“Megumi…”

She nodded to the dark-haired boy; her prized student using his Shikigami to summon his Divine Dog from the shadows.

“Aww! Is that a puppy?!”

Exclaimed Yuji as he rushed over to pet what very much resembled a wolf, the Dog snarling in response, before trotting ahead as he brushed against her hand.

“Now; you kids all remember your instructions, right?”

She prompted, already pretty much trusting that Megumi had been listening to her brief explanation on the walk over, but she wasn’t so sure about the other two.

“Get in, find the victims, don’t get killed; yada, yada, yada…”

Drawled Nobara, apparently only half-listening to her very explicit instructions not to engage the Curse under any circumstances.

“You three have to take this seriously..!”

She barked back as she opened the main door to the detention centre, leading them all inside.

“I know that Roppongi went down without a hitch, but that was a low level Curse, and we can’t afford to be sloppy without Gojo-Sensei to back us up…”

She continued to lecture, now sounding suspiciously like her father as she tried to give her students a life lesson that may very well save their lives in future, only to be interrupted again.

“Wow…”

Gasped Yuji for a second time; his eyes rising up to where a ceiling should be with almost childlike awe.

“This is even cooler than the barrier..!”

He gawked as they all stared up to the near cavernous space above their heads; the Detention Centre’s interior now resembling a towering steampunk cityscape complete with steaming vents and dripping pipes.

“I thought this was meant to be no more than three stories..?”

Asked Nobara; the girl apparently more freaked out than her classmate as the building decided to play TARDIS with their perspectives and warp to impossible dimensions.

“It is.”

Mikasama replied; her mind suddenly panicking, because this was no Second Grade they were dealing with, and why the hell had the Higher Ups sent her with a bunch of kids?!

“This is an Innate Domain Expansion. A physical projection of an Innate Domain into the real world…”

Explained Megumi; the boy putting her worst thoughts into words as he analysed their environment with frightening accuracy.

“But to form one this large; it should be impossible…”

He fretted; her best student as concerned as she was with their change in circumstances, the situation getting more dangerous by the second.

If this Curse was already capable of manipulating its environment, then that meant it was a Grade 1, or-

“Wait! The door!”

Megumi exclaimed, triggering their entire group to turn around to the entryway they’d just passed through, only to find a solid wall in its place.

“But that can’t happen right?! We just came through it!”

Panicked Nobara; both her and Yuji beginning to freak out now their only means of escape had been cut off.

“Both of you; calm down!”

She snapped, not in the mood to have to play Mommy to two frightened teenagers as well as dealing with a much more powerful Curse than she’d originally anticipated.

“Megumi; your Divine Dog should be able to use its scent to lead us back to the entrance, right..?”

She asked, already beginning to formulate a plan in her head that might actually work if they didn’t encounter anymore surprised.

“Yeah; as long as its just the visuals that’s changed and nothing else…”

He nodded calmly; Mikasama actually relieved that at least one of her students kept a level head on his shoulders, even if it was a sullen one.

“Good. Then the three of you; follow me…”

She instructed, stepping out ahead of the kids to lead the way further into the warped Detention Centre.

“Wait?! We’re still going ahead?!”

Asked Nobara; the girl clearly objecting to her plan of continuing like nothing had changed.

“There’s still a Curse at large, and five victims unaccounted for. It’s our responsibility to find out what happened before we leave…”

She replied without fear or uncertainty, Mikasama having all but made up her mind that if they were going to be stuck in here with a Curse; she’d damn well prefer to take it by surprise, rather than give it a chance to sneak up on them.

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A Curse In Your Name - Chapter 38 - Unforeseen Events

“So; is it just you and me staying for dinner..?”

Mikasama asked as she finished rehydrating the Soba, reviving the dried noodles in some boiling water whilst probing into what Masamichi had already told her about wanting to introduce her to someone.

“No. There’s one more person.”

He replied as he diced up a block of Tofu into large chunks before scraping them into the soup pot; Masamichi Yaga remaining as illusive as ever as she waited for some elaboration to no avail.

“And what time is that person going to arrive..?”

She asked as she waited for the noodles to finish heating, Mikasama already very much an expert in fishing for information considering her mother had tried to keep both her father and Jujutsu Sorcerer all but secret to her for most of her life.

“Hmm…”

Her father hummed as he looked up from his cooking, clearly not paying much attention to her questioning, otherwise he probably would’ve gotten mad.

“He’s already here…”

He said, turning towards where a long shadow fell from the hallway; their dinner guest apparently having already arrived if his calm reaction was anything to go by.

“He?”

She repeated, confused on how what she’d thought had been an announcement of a new stepmom had turned into a stepdad instead.

“Is dinner ready yet, Dad..?”

Called out a sleepy voice of what must’ve been a young boy from the hallway; the unexpected sound almost stunning Mikasama to silence.

“Dad..?”

She said; confused and quite frankly hurt that her dad could’ve gone off and started another family in secret after practically ignoring her for all these years.

“Mikasama; I’d like you to meet your younger brother; Panda…”

Her father spoke, stepping out from the kitchen to introduce the small childlike figure who’d emerged from the hallway to meet her.

“Panda..?”

She repeated, wondering if her father had finally lost it all together, only to be greeted with the sight of a tiny black and white bear standing on its hind legs like a human child.

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“Okay; what have we got..?”

Mikasama asked Ijichi, annoyed and slightly concerned that her and her three students had been called out to a Juvenile Detention Centre on a Saturday morning over concerns over some Curse.

“Our windows have reported that a suspected Cursed Womb appeared over the detention centre roughly three hours ago.”

Informed Ijichi; though judging by the fact there was no longer a giant floating embryo in the sky, she guessed the thing had already been birthed.

“Excuse me? But why are we talking about windows? My computer is a Mac..?”

Asked Yuji, and at first she thought he was joking around until she saw how serious his face looked.

“A window is a contact of Jujutsu Tech who can see Curses, but not manipulate Cursed Energy.”

Replied Megumi, taking her role of teacher from her as he calmly explained the details to the confused boy.

“Hold on! You’re telling me he doesn’t know what windows are, and yet we’re still going in-?!”

Complained Nobara, and she knew that an objection wouldn’t be far behind; only to be cut off by the sound of screaming.

“Tadashi..!”

Yelled a voice of what must’ve been a concerned relative, the woman in question running towards the Juvie gate despite seeing it was guarded by 2 plainclothes Sorcerers.

“Where is my Tadashi?!”

She asked as the guards on the gate reached out to stop her; all Sorcerers present already on strict instructions to keep civilians out.

“I’m sorry, M’am, but we can’t let you in. There’s been a poisonous gas leak…”

The guard informed her with calm authority; the Sorcerers already well used to adapting to the role of emergency services when the time called for it.

“But my son’s in there! Is he okay?!”

She exclaimed desperately; a doting mother regardless of what brought her child to be locked up, the fear and worry obvious on her face for any who dared look.

“I’m sorry, but we have no further reports to share with you at the time being…”

Replied the guard, playing his role of evade and deescalate well when one rogue civilian could cause so much trouble in the long run.

“They’re people in there..?”

Asked Yuji, ever the bleeding heart now he’d heard a grieving mother’s pleas and latched onto that cry for help.

“Inmates.”

Replied Megumi; his dislike of even referring to them as ‘people’ clear on his face.

“But we gotta help them, right?! That’s what we’re here for?!”

Insisted Yuji, clearly mistaking the role of a Sorcerer as some unmasked hero, rather than the monster slayers they truly were.

She didn’t answer, knowing better than to feed false hope to the hopeless as she turned to lead them into the building.

“Mikasama; there’s something else you should know…”

Interrupted Ijichi, stopping her in her path as she waited to hear what had gotten him so shaken up.

“This Curse is suspected to be ranked as a Grade 1 or 2…”

He said; the implications of such a powerful creature obvious to any Sorcerer of experience.

“When I called Jujutsu Tech; I had hoped they’d send a couple of Sorcerers of experience…”

He continued; the question on why she hadn’t brought Gojo hidden beneath his words for all to hear.

“Well, you got me instead; so let’s see if I can go exorcise this Curse before it kills anyone else…”

She replied calmly, the fussy man accepting her response with a stiff bow as she began to lead her students towards the Cursed battlefield.