#yakuza nanami

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𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒

✿ 𝓡𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪 ✿

𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Pairing: Yakuza!Nanami Kento x Geisha!Reader

Genre: MafiaAU, GeishaAU

Word Count: 3124

Warnings: mentions of blood and killing. Its a mafia au what do you expect. No smut, fluff if you squint.

Summary: You've just started your life as a full fledged geiko and one evening with a man you meet might just change your life.

A/N: I wrote this as a seperate fic for a friend for her birthday and liked it so much I waned to make a Nanamin version so here y'all go! :)

Part One

You sat at the table, your elder sister diagonally opposite you as she laughed and entertained one of the most respected and well-known gokudo leaders in Kyushu. A sharp man who regularly travelled down to Kyoto to sit with her and drink tea that she didn’t even brew, only poured into a cup for him. If only you could be like that; gain a danna so young and attentive and not to mention, a treat for the eyes. 

The kimono you had been made to wear for tonight had special motifs on it. It had been gifted to the geisha house by a man – who if the hushed whispers circulating the hanamachi were to be trusted – more dangerous than the head of the gokudo himself. Not someone to be trifled with. Stories of his exploits – single-handedly taking down a small army sent by the National Police Agency; slitting the throats of young and foolish kobuns who sold the family secrets to make a quick buck; and being a life-risking loyal dog to his Aniki – had already been spread among your sisters like hot oden selling out on a cold winter evening. You had listened to all these and soaked in the knowledge. Knowledge that now came flashing up into your mind as you carefully poured out the hot tea, just as you had been taught and served it to your kimono gifter and his dark-haired friend. Your kimono, a pale blue silk, artfully decorated by the white camellia that flashed in the light of the lamps. 

You thought back wondering why you of all people may have been chosen to entertain this very esteemed guest. Sure, your dance was good, but it wasn’t that it stood out beside your sisters. You could play the shamisen relatively well, but not like the masters did. Why had you been chosen, fresh out of your training period having just had your mizuage… 

The only conclusion wracking your brain could lead you to was that perhaps it was because you, of all the maikos and geikos around you, were able to refrain from spreading the circulating rumours. Partake you did – but only so much as to listen…

Thankfully your sister had done most of the talking, leaving you to smile and pour the tea and ponder the meaning of what your Okasan had said earlier when she had come with the younger girl Hana to help you wear your make-up and jewellery. 

The cool wet brush that painted your skin white, helped calm your nerves and when you looked in the mirror, you barely recognised the beautiful woman staring back at you with her blood-red lips and darkened lashes. As she had been painting, Hana had looked like she wanted desperately to ask you something but a sharp glare from Okasan quieted her eagerness; she continued to help pick out appropriate jewellery for your new kimono. 

When she was happy with how you looked, Okasan made you stand and turn once so she could see all of you. An approving nod and then a sigh, “A white camellia, I see. Who knows what these men think…” 

***

The pressure you felt to be perfect was unbearably high, and you were glad to have your elder sister there to help ease you into the conversation. There had been times that you had gone to the tea house before, but it was only to watch from behind the screen and learn from your elder sister; one of the most sought-after geisha in Kyoto. You had admired her smooth movements and the grace with which she carried herself – entranced by her much like the men she was there to entertain. This time, however, it was you dancing and entrancing while she played the music. 

The men you had been called to spend this evening with had already been seated at a large square table. There were four of them. Geto-san of course whose eyes kept getting drawn back to your oneesan. It was always her company he valued more than that of any other geisha in the karyūka. To his right sat the aptly nicknamed right-hand man, Gojo-san. These two men you knew; were acquainted with even, but opposite to Geto and Gojo were two new men whom you were seeing for the first time. A tall man with a  large hooked nose and tired eyes that seemed to carry the weight of the world, faced Geto. And between them a man with soft blonde hair and warm brown eyes. 

As the night went on, you poured tea, giving way to pouring sake, and batted your lashes smiling with a practised ease. You couldn’t help but notice that the man beside you was drawn to you much in the way that Geto-san was drawn to your oneesan. He had been introduced to the two of you as Nanami Kento-san. And the taller, to your other side, Higuruma Hiromi-san. “Part of my organisation.” as Geto-san had put it. They were, no doubt, as close to him as Gojo-san was. 

You felt those brown eyes on you as you poured the warm sake. Specifically on the stripes of bare skin left unpainted on the nape of your neck. Upon tuning – to hand Nanami-san the cup – you confirmed. It hadn’t been your imagination. He had been looking. A keen gaze that now pierced your eyes. An odd feeling in your stomach, made you blush and look away. 

Geto-san’s voice suddenly pierced your reverie! “Kento-kun seems to have taken a liking to you my young geiko!” there was a smile in his voice that translated to his face too. 

You look at him confused. What did he mean? You had just met! You looked at the man, a soft smile on your face, and hoped he would give you an explanation but he simply looked away, now turning beet red. You felt your cheeks heat up as well and looked down at your lap, focusing on the white camellia on the pale blue of your kimono. 

Your oneesan laughed. “Don’t tease her Suguru-san! She’s still quite green!” You felt your face burn. What she said was true but you wished she wasn't telling him about it either way. 

“Do you know what the white camellia means?” asked a tipsy Higuruma-san from the other side of you. You shook your head. No. You didn’t… Even though it evidently was apparent to all others who saw it. 

“Yearning. It signifies yearning!” drawled Geto-san from the other side of the table chuckling. Seemed like the man had been poured quite a bit of sake already. Thankfully your sister chose this moment to intervene and promote your dancing to him which in turn had you getting up and away from the table while oneesan presented her shamisen and played and sang so you could dance. 

When the night came to a close you still hadn’t quite understood what everything had meant and yet the fatigue pulled you under, helping you sleep quickly and without time to think long upon the night’s events… 

“You have been requested for an evening out by Nanami-san!” Okasan squealed, barely hiding her happiness. Your jaw dropped open. It had been a few days since you had spent the evening entertaining the four men of the gokudo with your sister. The events of that day had stuck with you as you kept wondering what Geto-san had meant when he said “Kento-kun” had taken a liking to you. Okasan continued, “He has sent another kimono for you. It seems he has taken a liking to you!” 

There it was again. “A liking to me? Already? What does it mean, Okasan?” You inquired.

“It means your training has been going well.” and that was all the elder lady offered. 

You thought about it as your kimono was tied for you. This time, a soft sakura blossom pink all down to the feet where it deepend into a darker shade. The sleeves showed two rabbits bounding along playfully. 

“Oh look, it’s devotion and intelligence this time,” Okasan joked. “This man and his kimono choices…” 

You could not fathom why Nanmi Kento had such fondness toward you when you had not even met him before… Perhaps tonight, you could weasel the truth from him without it being too forward of you.

The tea house was bustling, you had been shown to a private room where Nanami-san waited. Although you were fresh out of your apprenticeship, he’d chosen you alone to accompany him for the evening, and you felt a nervousness upon entering. The Okiya rarely allowed geiko to entertain alone, such a luxury was reserved only for very respected customers, who of course, also had adequate coin. 

You were equipped with your shamisen, in case he wished for music, but if he asked you to dance you would have to ask one of the staff at the tea house to step in and play for you. However, Nanami-san did neither. He only asked you to drink tea with him. You made sure that his cup stayed full, as you were trained. Along with the tea, Nanami-san ordered all sorts of wagashi. He only really spoke to tell you, “Here, eat some more of this.” or “Try the dango. It’s delicious.” in his warm baritone. There still hadn’t been an opportune moment for your question however, and this kept you feeling nervous. 

As the night deepened, the tea turned to warm sake. You refrained from drinking too much as was custom, but the alcohol loosened your benefactor's tongue and he began to talk. 

“I hope that you are enjoying this evening, Fukuhina-san.” You still weren’t used to being called by your chosen geiko name. Taking part of your oneesans name – Fukuhana – your new name was supposed to give off the appearance of how you were essentially a younger version of your oneesan. 

“I am…” your voice trailed off  as you wondered about the question that kept surfacing in your mind. You bowed your head to look at your lap not wanting to show the hesitation that was no doubt splayed on your face at the moment. 

Nanami-san frowned, "If anything was not to your satisfaction you can tell me you know... You deserve the best. Only the best…” 

There it was again. The strange – almost devotion that he seemed to have for you, coming up stronger now. His empty cup beckoned you so you took a moment to think while you poured more of the warm sake out for him. As the clear liquid overtook the cup you considered how best you could broach the question.

“Please do not worry, Nanami-san… Th- there was nothing that troubled me.” His admission of only wanting the best for you had you thinking further. 

He hummed, "Troubled you no... I want you to enjoy yourself.... With me." He turned his head to properly look at you... "That kimono looks beautiful with you in it."

“I am told you sent it as well. I must thank you for your generosity and commend your choice, Nanami-san.” 

You gather your courage and try again. “Nanami-san, I- forgive my impudence – but I must ask, What did Geto-san mean when he said that the other day. And Higuruma-san… pointing out the white camellia. And these rabbits… Okasan said they mean something – devotion and intelligence…?” Now that you had started, the questions poured out of you with no restraint. Almost everything you wanted to ask rushed out, but you quickly managed to cull the last one. Why are you being so nice when we have only just met each other? 

Despite the dimness of the light in the room you could see how the man’s cheeks heated in front of you. He took a swig of his drink, emptying the cup – you filled it again, only to have it downed promptly. When you went to pour more he covered it with his free hand, then set it down and turned to look at you. 

“Fukuhina-chan – may I call you that?” he continued after your nod. “Fukuhina-chan, there is a tale that is whispered among those of the gokudo, a tale that has spread all over Japan. There belongs to Geto Suguru, a tiger. A vicious creature that when it has sunk its teeth into its prey does not let go.” Nanami-san lifts his kimono sleeve to show you the snarling tiger tattooed across his arm. Its eyes seem to glow in the fire light. His muscles rippling under his skin make the animal look almost alive – ready to pounce. 

“I am a fierce man. I will admit, I have killed many men – women too. I have more scars than that which I can count. Aniki regards me as his most trusted brother, right alongside Gojo and Hiromi.” you are taken aback at his confession but he continues, “But I am not a man without reason. What I do is thought out and done. What I say I think and say. So believe me when I tell you, I have not fallen for you on some boyish whim…” 

He takes a deep breath, “You do not remember I am sure, but, it was about a year ago, I had been in a terrible shootout with a Kyoto gang and was injured. It was the coming of winter then as it is now, the streets were almost empty save a few stray cats and drunken men who were stumbling home. As I lay by the side of the road, I was certain that if they weren’t chasing after me with their guns, the blood loss would surely take me before my exhaustion did. And then there was a light…”

As he spoke you realised there was a certain familiarity in his story. 

“I lay there, broken, bruised, a pool of my own blood forming around me. Whatever locals walked past, avoiding me like I could and would at any moment snap and take off their ankles. I was not ready to die – full of regrets.” He paused and took a sip of the cup only to remember it was empty as he had stopped you from refilling it. So he took the bottle from your frozen hands and poured himself a drink, and then, one for you, and continued. 

“You came to me, out of the dark, holding that shamisen, very much in the same way that you did today walking into this room. Unafraid of how I looked. You, in that pretty blue kimono, your hair tied up and your face free of this makeup.” He gingerly touched your cheek. “And you pushed your little handkerchief into my hand and said to me, ‘stay alive, I will send help!’”

The memories came rushing back to your mind. That chilly evening, onee-san’s show which went on till late. You who played the shamisen for her to dance to, returning to the okiya with the instrument in your hands, stumbling upon this sorry-looking figure. Rushing to the nearest doctor's house and crying up a storm for them to go help the man! Even promising to speak to Okasan for some payment money but the request had never come and you now understood why! The man – then – had been smaller, sure and beaten up so badly that you didn’t recognise that that man and the one sitting before you now were one and the same, but you realised that the very aura that enveloped him then and drew you to him did so with you here as well. A commanding, yet gentle presence. 

“The doctor and his helper arrived soon after that. They took me to his house, patched me up, and when I asked them how they knew, they told me of the young maiko who cried at the door in desperation, pleading for help and making promises she probably couldn’t keep.” 

You felt yourself blush. “You didn’t owe me anything Nanami-san…” you mumbled. 

“On the contrary Fukuhina-chan, I owe you my life. After that day, I worked harder than ever. At the time I wasn’t so high up in the ranks, but I worked and rose up among the gokudo to sit at the side of the most powerful yakuza leader in all of Japan – and make enough money to become your danna…” You gasped. It was one thing to be a respected patron but another altogether to become a geisha's danna! “That is, if you’ll have me…” 

You could only nod your head, not daring to speak because of the lump forming in your throat. Your danna! That would mean the debt you needed to pay to your Okiya would be taken care of faster. That would mean you could become independent like Fukuhana-neesan was. 

“I am glad you have said yes Fukuhina-chan as I want to lavish you with the opulence you so rightly deserve.” His hand brushed against your cheek again, the cold fingers, a stark contrast to how hot your face felt. 

“Nanami-san.. I don’t know what to even say…” 

“Well, you don’t have to say anything right now, just answer me this, when everyone was lowering their heads and quickening their gait, seeing me dying there, what made you stop? Why did you help me that night? I could have been a danger to you or you could have gotten in trouble with your Okiya…”

It is true, you had dreaded the doctor coming to ask for his payment, not really knowing what to say to you Okasan about why you had called the doctor for an unknown yakuza. In your desperation to see him saved you hadn’t thought that far but what drew you to save him? 

“It was the way in which you held yourself… Even though you were almost dead, your head was high. And you were looking to the stars, not the people around you. You seemed to be wishing you could have done more, and I didn’t want to let you lose that chance.” In the silence around you even this whisper was deafening…      

When Nanami Kento left the tea house that evening, stumbling back to the room he had booked at the inn, his mind was consumed with only one thought. How much he now wanted to kiss your lips. The ones that recognised who he was even before anyone else had. 

Geisha are performers first and foremost, to kiss you and hold you, he knew, he would be asking a lot. But he wanted to show you that to him, you were the only thing that mattered now. He would woo you, and if luck happened to be on his side once again, he would be  honoured to become more than just your danna. 

End of Part 1

End of work A/N: I do not claim to know everything about geisha or yakuza as institutions/people. My understanding is a base level one and there may be things which are not so accurate here. Please allow me some leeway when reading and note that I am not an authority on these subjects. This was written for fun with a little research.

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tags: yakuza!kento x f!reader, money problems with family on the reader's side, reader's employer is a major w here, she works as a nanny, mentions of arranged marriage, mentions jokingly of 'losing a few pounds' by walking, and a hopeful ending

arranged marriage au with yakuza!boss kento. your former employer, a contact of kento's had referred you to him as a sweet, kind, and fitting candidate for the yakuza boss to marry. working as a nanny for the associate, you were already someone your employer knew his colleague could benefit from.

but you didn't want anything to do with this lifestyle.

"it's your uncle again," the worry and embarrassment of your mother's tone sank to the bottom of your stomach, followed by a heaviness. "I... I feel terrible for asking you, you know this, but you're the one-"

"-with a high paying job," you bite the inside of your cheek and sigh, "I know. what does he want now?"

"he..." your mother sighs, "he needs $1,200 within three days." you bite the inside of your cheek again. it always worked this way. it started with him and worked its way up towards your mother and now you, but what could you do? leave your mother to stress?

"okay," you exhale, looking at the fresh check your boss had given you this week: $1,250. you could definitely survive off of $50, right? it was just another week. you had some savings, but then you thought about rent, thought about other factors that let you consider your words for a minute. it was just a week, so you could do this, right?

"I'll send the money tomorrow. don't worry mom."

$50. you needed to survive your week with $50. perhaps, you thought, maybe you could sell that old coffee table in your apartment? if you tidy it up, you might get $60 for it, maybe $80. you also made some accommodations such as not using the bus. it was only an hour and twenty seven minutes to your employer's mansion, what could go wrong?

a sprained ankle.

luckily, you don't really feel pain until after your shift. your right ankle throbs, and you're forced to clutch onto it, keeping any noise from escaping your lips as you're leaving the children's rooms after putting them to sleep. "what... happened to your ankle?" your boss asks.

"I just hurt a ligament," you nerviusly chuckle, "I'll be fine-"

"-do you normally take the bus?" he asks, making you shake your head. "I..." embarrased, you say, "I thought I'd take up walking instead. loose a few pounds, heh-"

"let me take you in my car. I can't have the nanny to my children struggle like that." and who were you to protest? as you're being helped inside his black mercedes, your employer drives you to your home. taking note of several things he's seen throughout the week.

"so..." he says, "I might have a question that you may find alarming but... do I pay you well?" he asks, worry laced towards the end of his tone. "if so-"

"-yes," you answer, flushed and embarrassed, "I-I'm okay, the p-pay is okay sir, I just... I had some surprise payments to take care of." as he drives, he raises a brow.

"would you care to share that with me?"

"i-it's my family," you say, fidgeting with your hands as if you're a child. truth was, you didn't know why you were saying so much. whether it was the stress from these past few days, or the accumulation of stress solely from today had your eyes teary eyed as you looked away, wiping your tears hoping he wouldn't notice.

but he did.

that night, your boss drops you off your apartment. "take the week off," he suggests, voice softer. "there's been a sudden change to my plans so... my kids, I need to have them visit some family members for a bit. and..." he trails, voice careful, "I wouldn't want to throw away the food we already have, so... can I have it dropped off to you tomorrow morning?" he asks.

"I know this is very sudden, but I plan to compensate you for the last minute changes," he says, pulling out a checkbook, "will $3,000 be okay?"

"s-sir," you say, flushed and embarrsed. it's as if you've been granted another opportunity by an angel, "that's... more than enough-"

"-then please accept it," he says, handing you the check before you can even register what just happened. "I'll send the remaining food tomorrow, and in the meantime, you can rest for the week. maybe two. I need you to be in your best health beccause in 16 days, I need you to come with me and the children to visit an old friend, okay?"

you nod your head gratefully, "yes sir."

he smiles.

[mullermilkshake]

Meet the cast

Readers of the JJKYakuza! AU

EDIT: Forgot to say, this song has absolutely nothing to do with that time period but I love it and I think it suits the post :3

Yakuza!JJK men x Fem!readers.

Sukuna, Satoru, Suguru, Kento, Toji, Choso

Though each piece of writing I do is how the reader would like to read it, each one I write has naturally written themselves personalities though I’ve tried to be a little vague to keep immersion as linear as possible. I also keep it as second person because I just prefer writing that way.

Each reader is Fem!reader, but some shorts/ fics could be read as Afab! I will indicate where the reader is definitely Fem! The pronouns I use most of the time are She/Her. I purposely try and leave certain details to be as inclusive as I can.

I'll update as the characters write themselves and if there are any new non- platonic/platonic interests reveal themselves.

So, without further ado, I'm pleased to introduce to you properly, the readers of my JJK Yakuza AU.

Enjoy!

Sukuna's wife

You are determined, self assured and despite what Sukuna puts on display for the clan to see, you most definitely wear the pants in this marriage.

Sukuna just hates to admit it.

You have him inadvertently wrapped around your little finger. Your adaptability proves useful in the world of the Yakuza and took well to stepping up and being the Chairman’s wife after an impromptu marriage proposal.

It slipped from Sukuna's lips and he's never regretted asking you the way he did. He was almost speechless when you gave Nanami the answer to pass along and he was married to you within the month.

Determined is one way to put it. You aren’t indecisive and you know what you want in life to reach out and grab it.

One thing that turns Sukuna on every time is that glare you have when you are angry. Though you don't show it, it's an expression that verges on lustrous.

And Sukuna is addicted to it.

Satoru's girlfriend

You are timid at times but you're coming out of your shell each and every day. You make Satoru want to be a better man after all the fucked up shit he's done and continues to do.

So kind spirited, humble and charitable.

You care deeply for Satoru and it's sometimes hard for him to see that. He knows he's difficult to be with sometimes yet you never point his flaws out or put him down.

It's one of your perfect traits. Loving him unconditionally.

Yakuza life irks you at times and Satoru see's the worry that builds up behind your eyes, but again, you don't forbid him from his family or ask him to cut that part of him off.

Not many people would put up with the tomfoolery he brings to your front door.

But you do.

Suguru's wife.

'Behind each successful man, theres a woman holding him up.' This is something Suguru stands by and believes wholeheartedly.

You are fully aware of Suguru's involvement with the Yakuza and at times, you even actively encourage it. Being the person you are and how long you've known Suguru, you allow him to take care of what's needed to be done. Even hurting bad people so long there's a reason to do so.

Suguru's conscience is something you hold dear to your heart and have always made it clear that you don't want him losing his way.

That being said, you are one hell of a mama bear to the girls. Whenever, albeit on rare occasions when the girls are threatened, you don't wait for Suguru to deal with it.

You'd happily take on the entire Yakuza to keep his girls safe and Suguru is certain you'd win hands down too.

It's a dominant trait and at times it’s something that Suguru is scared of. Because you really are the one in charge and he loves that about you.

Kento's single (currently)

Though single, you have caught his eye and Kento wishes to speak to you in person. As someone who's bubbly and charming, you are incredibly elusive whenever Kento does his best to converse with you in person.

You have no idea he exists and how many times he's tried to speak with you. Something always gets in the way.

There's still so much of you that Kento wants to learn about and the only way he'll do that is to build up the courage and speak to you.

Kindness is something common in your vocabulary and you do it everyday with a smile.

What's your favourite movie, weather or season? How much do you enjoy to read that same book you have stuffed into your purse whenever he sees you reading in that coffee shop?

These are all things he wants to know, and eventually he'll get his wish just to hear your voice with his own hears again instead of on a monitor screen in his office.

Toji's girlfriend

Wow. You were more than everything Toji could have actually anticipated when he first met you.

You grew comfortable around him around the six month mark and now, Toji lives with you and watches you walk around the apartment naked just because you can.

Toji admires your confidence and the fact you don't question him wherever he goes. Clinginess is something he avoids and your independence is attractive.

Your personality is still yet to be fully developed with him, and that's because he isn't sure how you'll react when you eventually find out that he is involved with the Yakuza.

He has an suspicion that you might join the pieces together, but your independence stops you badgering him. So for now it's manageable.

Still, you'll find out sooner or later and Toji has no idea if you'll see him differently after learning his past and present.

Until then, he’ll have faith in your kindness.

Choso's dating

While everything is still new for Choso, you are still a breath of fresh air for him.

It's early days and there's much healing to be had with how your ex died. (Another Yakuza guy who was a massive dick.)

You love animals and seem to be the least judgemental person he's ever met. You never look at the scar across his face and look at him like he's an actual human being.

Unlike how Sukuna glares at him.

Your voice is soothing to his ears, someone who makes him feel safe as he finds his own identity in the Yakuza. You don't know he's Yakuza yet but Choso plans to come clean soon.

He's not sure how you'll react when he's sure you didn't know your ex was Yakuza either. Though based off of the pleasant warm aura you emit to brighten up any room, he prays you'll see that he's more than just someone involved in crime when he tries to actively avoid it.

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Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again [Master List]

Trigger Warnings: More tags to be added, kidnapping, drugs mentioned, mentions of past abuse, spanking, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Alpha Gojo Satoru runs 80% of Japan's underground marijuana production. When a shipment goes missing Yuji takes it upon himself to retrieve the missing goods - all the while dragging Megumi into his shenanigans.

Among the stolen boxes and potted plants they find a Hybrid Omega.

It quickly sets in that this is a world far larger than illegal substances and turf wars.

Poly Omegaverse: Alpha Gojo Satoru, Alpha Nanami Kento, Alpha Sukuna, Alpha Fushihuro Toji, Omega Fushiguro Megumi, Omega Itadori Yuji x Black! Omega Hybrid!Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Will cover dark and sexual content - Pay attention to tags and Trigger Warnings - remind me if I forget any💕

Also posted on AO3.

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[shewasverynice]

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

Rating: Explicit 

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

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

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F 

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

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

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Chapter 17　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The room was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that pressed down on the chest, making it hard to breathe. The air was thick with the scent of incense, though the sticks had long since burned out, leaving only a thin trail of smoke that spiraled upward before dissipating into nothingness. A solitary figure sat at a table, his back straight, shoulders tense. In front of him, a small pile of ashes sat in an ornate, yet impersonal urn. There was no picture, no flowers, no mementos—just ashes and silence.

He sat there, hands clenched tightly in his lap, the fabric of his black suit pulling slightly at the seams. The suit was new, stiff and uncomfortable, bought for this occasion, though the occasion itself felt more like an insult than a tribute. The absence of others was palpable; the emptiness of the room spoke louder than any eulogy could have. This was supposed to be a funeral, but it felt more like a mockery—a cold, indifferent gesture from a clan that cared so little about the man who had been reduced to ash.

The anger simmered just beneath the surface, bubbling up like magma in a volcano, threatening to erupt at any moment. His jaw clenched, the muscles tensing as he fought to keep his emotions in check. But it was a losing battle. The anger was too strong, too deep-rooted. How could they do this? How could they show such blatant disregard for someone who, despite everything, was still one of them? The man in front of him—his father—had been many things, but he was still blood. And yet, they couldn’t even be bothered to attend his funeral.

The door creaked open behind him, and a figure stepped inside, the sound of footsteps echoing through the empty room. He didn’t turn around, didn’t acknowledge the presence behind him. He knew who it was before the man even spoke.

“So… this is it, huh?” The voice was casual, almost dismissive, as if commenting on the weather rather than the remains of a family member. “Shame, really. He could have been something, but… well, you know how it is.”

The man standing at the doorway offered a half-hearted sigh, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes, before giving a perfunctory nod toward the urn. “He’ll be missed… or whatever.”

The words were empty, devoid of any real sentiment or care. There was no emotion in them, no weight. They were just words—hollow, meaningless. With that, the man turned on his heel and walked out, the door creaking shut behind him.

The silence returned, heavier now, suffocating. The figure seated at the table slowly stood, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. His breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as he fought to contain the storm raging inside him. But no tears fell. There were no tears left for this. Just anger—pure, unadulterated anger.

He stared at the urn for a moment longer, the anger building until it was nearly unbearable. And then, without a word, he turned and stormed out of the empty funeral parlor, leaving the ashes—and the indifference of his clan—behind.

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The office was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. The heavy scent of tobacco hung in the air, mingling with the sterile scent of old paper and polished wood. Nanami sat behind his desk, his hands clasped together, eyes fixed on the man lounging across from him. Gojo, as usual, was anything but professional. He was tipped back in his chair, legs casually propped up on the desk, his thick sunglasses completely obscuring his eyes. A cigarette dangled lazily from his lips, the smoke curling upward in thin wisps.

Nanami’s jaw clenched slightly at the sight, but he held his tongue. He knew there was no point in telling Gojo to sit properly. It would just lead to another pointless argument, and Nanami didn’t have the energy for that. Not today. He had more important matters to discuss, and Gojo’s antics, as irritating as they were, weren’t going to distract him.

“I’m going to ask you about some information I’ve found,” Nanami began, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of tension, “And I need the truth from you, Gojo.”

Gojo flicked down his sunglasses with a single finger, his bright blue eyes locking onto Nanami’s. He stared for a moment, the weight of his gaze almost oppressive, before he shrugged lightly. “Sure, whatever,” he said, his tone as nonchalant as ever.

Nanami resisted the urge to sigh in frustration. He needed to keep his composure, needed to stay focused. “What do you know about Q.N.?” he asked, his tone direct, cutting through the thick air between them.

Gojo’s expression shifted, the easy smile fading slightly as he leaned back in his chair, the cigarette forgotten between his fingers. He sighed deeply, rubbing his face with his free hand, clearly weighing his words before he spoke. “I know that Q.N. had a hand in all of this,” he finally admitted, his voice lower, more serious, “They were the one who wanted Sarah to be the vessel for Sukuna. They set up the ritual, made sure everything was in place.”

Nanami’s eyes narrowed slightly. This was more than he had expected Gojo to admit. "Anything else?" He pressed.

Gojo’s jaw tightened, his hand dropping from his face. “My mother was the only one who defended me from Q.N. when I took Sarah in after the ritual," he said quietly, "When I kept her locked away, sedated with whatever I could get, I was trying to figure out what the hell to do next. No one else in the clan gave a shit. They were all too busy fighting their own battles, playing their own games and trying to take her from me.”

Nanami took a deep breath, considering his next words carefully. “I’ve found some information that will likely upset you,” he said slowly, watching Gojo’s reaction.

Gojo sat up slightly, his casual demeanor slipping as he focused on Nanami. “What is it?” he asked, his voice tense.

Nanami leaned forward, his eyes serious. “With the information we found in Malaysia, along with everything Sarah uncovered over the years, and the intel from the art auction and one of Tenjiku’s informants… I’ve discovered that Q.N. is a Gojo clan member.”

Gojo’s eyes flashed with anger, but there was no surprise in them. He had suspected as much. But before he could speak, Nanami continued, his voice steady but carrying a weight that made Gojo pause.

“Q.N. stands for Queen of Night.”

Gojo’s hands clenched into fists, the cigarette crumbling between his fingers. “Why are you saying it like that?” he asked, his voice low, dangerous.

Nanami didn’t flinch. “Queen of Night,” he repeated, emphasizing each word, “Does that phrase mean anything to you? Specifically, does it relate to any of the Gojo elders? Someone with a particular affinity for night-blooming cactus plants, perhaps?”

Gojo’s eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat. He shot up from his chair, moving toward the door with a sudden, desperate urgency. “I have to go,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nanami was on his feet in an instant, blocking Gojo’s path. “You can’t just leave, Gojo,” he said firmly, his hand on Gojo’s chest to stop him, “This information could be enough to end the war. You need to stay and help us figure this out.”

“This is more than just a shitty war!” Gojo snapped, his voice rising as he tried to push past Nanami, “You don’t understand—”

“Then make me understand!” Nanami retorted, his own frustration finally breaking through. “You always do this—running off, doing your own thing, leaving us to clean up the mess. But this time, it’s different. We need to know who Q.N. is, and we need to know now.”

Gojo’s eyes blazed with anger, but there was something else there too—something deeper, more painful. He looked at Nanami for a long moment, the room heavy with tension, before finally, he broke.

“It’s my Mother,” he spat out, the words dripping with bitterness, “Q.N. is my Mother.”

Nanami’s eyes widened, the revelation hitting him like a punch to the gut. He stepped back, giving Gojo space as the implications of what he had just learned settled in.

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, his entire body trembling with barely-contained rage. “She’s the one behind all of this,” he said, his voice raw, “She’s the one who orchestrated everything. She bought her... she... she's the one who made Sarah the vessel then tried to... She tried to get rid of her at Tenjiku too... I don't know why I didn't see it...”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of the truth pressing down on them both. Nanami stared at Gojo, seeing the pain and anger in his eyes, and for the first time, truly understanding the burden he carried.

“We have to stop her,” Nanami finally said, his voice quiet but resolute, “Whatever it takes, we have to stop her.”

"What the fuck is she trying to do?" Gojo gritted, "Have you figured it out?"

"Not the end goal, no," Nanami said, "We just know the plan with Sarah was to create the blood based drug from her and create curses. Q.N. has been wise and not written down anything more than dates and numbers mostly."

"No convenient manifestos?" Gojo chuckled darkly, his eyes on the floor as he shook his head, "Figures. That sneaky bitch." Gojo looked up at Nanami again and asked, "Did you find out what she was drugging me with?"

Nanami paused. He was taken aback by the straightforward question, assuming Gojo wouldn't have asked. "She was dosing you with a mix of oxycodone and various herbs," Nanami murmured, "It started sometime around 2003."

"Right," Gojo said, his voice tense, "Yeah, that makes sense. That's around when I was getting too close to Sarah."

"Gojo," Nanami started, unsure how to word what he wanted to say, "I am sorry, for what happened to you. I can't imagine how confusing and difficult it must have been to be under the influence so young and without your own knowledge... But I--."

"Yeah," Gojo replied, cutting him off, "I get it. I know. You don't have to say anything."

"No, I should," Nanami said, "I've been very harsh with you about some matters before I learned everything. I still think that you're too unpredictable and have little discipline, but I apologize for how I spoke to you about your past. It's not your fault. What happened back then was out of your control and I apologize for implying it was."

"Thanks..." Gojo said softly, the corner of his lips twitching into a small smile for a moment, "I'm sorry I've had such a hard time with all of this. I'm really trying but--"

"There's no more time for trying," Nanami said, cutting him off with his stern demeanor returning, "We have no more time to try anything. We have to do it and commit to our decisions."

"I need to go find my mother," Gojo said as his fists were clenching again, "Especially before... Anyone else does."

"Who else would have figured this out?" Nanami asked, but Gojo only shook his head.

"Let's just get Suguru," Gojo said, opening the door, "We need to get over to Kyoto and talk to her right now."

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"More," Geto gritted out with his face buried in the crook of Rin's shoulder. The bed beneath them creaked with each heavy thrust, the headboard tapping on the wall.

"That's it darling," he huffed, "No need to be afraid...  More, please?"

Rin whimpered, her eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck her. Deep and languid, he was taking his time to savor every inch of her. He inhaled the scent of her skin, the mix of his cigarettes on her breath with that sickening copper tinge of blood.

"More, huh?" She purred.

"More," he whispered urgently. "More, darling. Please... I need more."

She whined again, her legs locking around his waist. Her nails dug deeper into his back, her moan of pleasure blending with his own moan of pain.

"Good girl," he gasped into her ear, those heavy thrusts getting faster and shallower and sloppier.

Warm blood dripped between her fingers, gliding down his back in streaking beads. The tracks left were raw, still oozing as the air stung on the exposed flesh.

"Mmn! Fuck!" He grunted out his words between breaths, "Fuck, that burns. Dig those nails deeper, baby. Deeper, now. Drag them harder."

His arms wrapped around her tighter. Faster, shakier and desperate. His breath mixed with a hissing growl before he pleaded.

"Can you hurt me some more?"

She huffed, her hips canting up and a foot falling back down into the sheets. Her toes curled as he thrust harder and harder, her nails raking down his back and her head pressing back into the pillow.

Sweat dripped off his chin while be nudged her head up to kiss her. Her nails withdrew from his muscles and he moaned into her open mouth, the sound melting into a breathless chuckle.

"I'm cumming..." he gasped out, "Nn! Baby, I'm-- I'm cumming!"

He panted, his open mouth against hers and his ears buzzing. She squirmed beneath him, his seed seeping out through their connection.

"Just one more, hmm? Help me get there?" He whispered, gently placing his forehead to hers.

Rin's eyes were sparkling, eager for another. She grinned at him, the stain of his blood still on her teeth. "Now where?" She mumbled, wetting her lips with her tongue.

"Throat p-please," he mumbled out, his voice strained "Choke me, darling. Dig your nails into my-- my--mmnn!! Yeah! R-right there, right there—"

Rin's nails dug in when her fingers curled around his throat, the thin skin breaking easily. The sun peaking through the blinds reflected off the shiny tracks down his cheeks, the tears of pain rolling freely and mixing with the fresh blood from his neck. He coughed and choked out a moan as she squeezed tighter, his cock hardening again in her cunt. His thin eyes were barely cracked open, his pale skin flushing red.

"F-fuh-uck!" He gasped, his nose pressing into her cheek as his hips slowly surged forward. His legs trembled before she released her hold and he inhaled deeply.

"Again... Again!" He pleaded, pressing his mouth sloppily to hers, panting too hard to seal their lips. His tongue hung loosely in her mouth and his breath hitched when her fingers wrapped around again.

The veins in his neck popped out from the exertion and he choked again. Her nails sliced new red crescents into his skin

"Agh—" he coughed out, "It-- It h-hurts— Aah!!"

"That's what you wanted," she said with a grin, his eyes rolling back, "You asked, you got it slut."

Her words were... Wrong... Not something she would say. His eyes shot open, refocusing. Not Rin... Not her... No wonder it didn't hurt right. No wonder she wasn't crying those sweet tears... Instead Boe smirked at him, her tongue caught between her teeth in a gleeful smirk.

He sighed, and buried his face into her shoulder, kissing her neck. She shuddered as his sharp canines broke skin and found blood.

"My turn," he mumbled, "Sit still for me..."

The door burst open and Geto barely slowed his thrusts, lifting his head to look blearily at the intruders. He barely registered Gojo's white hair before he heard the dark chuckle from his best friend's lips.

"Oh shit, so you just fuck anyone huh?" He said, not to Geto but to Boe.

Boe shrugged, running her fingertips down the deep scratches down Geto's back, "So what? You mad?"

"Bitch, I don't give a--"

"Can I-- nn! Can I have a minute please?" Geto huffed as he sat up. He clicked his tongue, looking down in disgust at Boe before he said, "... The moment was ruined anyway."

"Not my fault," she shrugged as she rolled onto her front to reach for the cigarettes on the end table, "I don't know what kind of shit she used to say to you."

Nanami peeked over his shoulder, still facing away in the doorway. Geto's eyes flicked over to the blond for a moment, an uncomfortable tension building between them for a beat before Gojo plopped down on the bed and lit a cigarette off of Boe's.

"We gotta go see my mom," Gojo grumbled, "Turns out her ass is Q.N., can you believe that?"

Boe and Geto shared a look this time before Geto shifted to get out of bed. He politely laid the sheet over Boe's naked body before he got up to get dressed. The cuts on his neck and back slowly faded as the reverse cursed energy kicked in, but he still grabbed a towel to wipe the excess blood off with a towel hanging off the dresser.

"So... Nothin'?" Gojo asked, "Nothin' to say about that or--"

"I'm thinking, Satoru." Geto snapped.

Gojo blinked, surprised by his outburst. Geto immediately ran a hand through his hair before he looked back and smiled at Satoru, "I'm sorry. Just the blue balls talking..."

"My bad man," Gojo said with a smirk, "Want us to leave?"

"Fuck that," Boe laughed, "Moods gone already." She slipped her top on then playfully nudged Gojo's chin with her fist, "Unless you both--"

"Boe."

"Or all threeee?" Her grin widened as Nanami tried to interject, laughing as he turned away with an angry grunt. The uncomfortable silence was filled with the shifting of clothes as Geto and Boe dressed.

On her way out, she walked up to him and stood on her toes to whisper. "Be careful. Don't let them know the plan, hmm?"

Geto watched her leave, scowling as she brushed her hand down Nanami's thigh with a laugh. Nanami cleared his throat, stepping into the room once she was gone. "That girl is dangerous," he mumbled, "What was she up to?"

"Nothing important," Geto said, smiling as he pulled on a blazer over his red silk shirt, "Now, what was it you two needed? What kind of fun are we up to today?"

Gojo, for once, didn’t have a witty retort. He pushed his sunglasses up onto his head, revealing eyes that were stormy with unresolved emotions. He said, "We need to see my mother. Now."

Geto frowned, sensing something deeper beneath Gojo's terse words. "Why the rush?" He asked, "What's happening?"

Gojo’s eyes flickered with something close to desperation. "We need to get to her before anyone else does," he said, wringing his hands.

Nanami glanced at Gojo, his own expression carefully neutral, though there was a hint of worry in his eyes. "You’ve said that before, Gojo. What aren’t you telling us?" He asked.

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated, but the anxiety in his movements was unmistakable. "I promise, I’ll tell you everything once I get the details myself," he said, "But right now, we need to move. There’s no time to waste."

Geto studied Gojo for a long moment, trying to read the emotions hidden behind his friend’s usually impenetrable mask. But whatever he saw there was enough to convince him. He nodded, slipping his feet into his shoes by the door. "Alright. Let’s go."

The three of them moved quickly, their footsteps echoing down the corridor as they made their way out. But as they reached the entrance, they came to a sudden stop. Standing in the way, was Megumi Zen'in. His eyes were dark, almost black, filled with a murderous intent that made the three older men pause.

Gojo’s expression shifted to a glare, but there was a hint of something softer, something almost pained in his gaze. "Move aside, Megumi," he said coldly, "I really don’t want to have to kill a kid today."

Megumi didn’t move. He just stared at them, his face contorted in a mix of rage and despair. Nanami, sensing the volatility of the situation, spoke up, his voice calm but firm, "Megumi, if you need to talk to Itadori—"

"Shut up!" Megumi's shout was like a thunderclap, silencing everything around them. His hands were shaking, and as he shouted, a small plastic baggie slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.

The sight of the baggie sent a shockwave through the three older men. It wasn’t just any baggie. It was filled with a fine, dark powder—cursed energy residue. The implications were immediate and terrifying.

Before they could react, Megumi's cursed technique surged out of control. Shadow creatures erupted from the darkness, twisting and writhing like nightmares given form. The air crackled with cursed energy, and the world around them was swallowed by darkness.

"Shit!" Gojo swore, immediately activating his Infinity as the shadows surged toward them. He didn’t want to hurt Megumi, but the power pouring out of the boy was overwhelming, a force of nature that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Geto and Nanami were quick to follow suit, their own techniques flaring to life. Geto summoned curses to counter the shadow creatures, while Nanami used his ratio technique to strike with precision, aiming to incapacitate rather than kill.

But Megumi was relentless. His anger and pain fueled his cursed technique as the drug made it wild and uncontrollable. The shadows moved like a living thing, coiling and striking with lethal intent. The battle was fierce, the older men struggling to keep up with the onslaught while trying not to seriously injure Megumi.

Gojo’s usual smirk was gone, replaced by a look of grim determination. He could see the pain in Megumi’s eyes, the darkness that had taken hold of him, and it twisted something deep inside him. But there was no time to dwell on it. They had to stop him before he tore himself apart.

With a sudden burst of energy, Gojo unleashed a powerful blast of cursed energy, dispersing the shadows around him. "Enough!" he shouted, his voice carrying a command that echoed through the darkness.

The force of Gojo's attack momentarily stunned Megumi, giving Nanami the opening he needed. With a precise strike, he aimed for a pressure point, knocking Megumi out cold.

The shadows dissipated immediately, the cursed energy vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. The air was thick with the aftermath of battle, the ground littered with the remnants of shadow creatures.

The three men gathered around Megumi’s unconscious form, their breaths heavy with exertion. Nanami knelt down, checking Megumi’s pulse with a practiced hand. Relief washed over him as he found it steady, though faint.

“He’s alive,” Nanami confirmed, his voice tinged with exhaustion. He looked up at Gojo, who was staring down at Megumi with an unreadable expression.

The silence that followed was heavy, almost suffocating. The hallway seemed to close in around them, the air thick with tension. Geto broke the silence with a statement that sent a chill through the room.

"We should kill him," he said, his voice calm, almost too calm, as if he were suggesting something as mundane as what to have for dinner.

Gojo’s brows furrowed, his gaze snapping to Geto. He stared at his friend, trying to understand what he had just heard. There was confusion in his eyes, but more than that, there was a deep sense of betrayal. "What the hell are you saying, Suguru?" He asked, his voice hushed.

Nanami, however, reacted immediately, his expression hardening with disbelief. "No. Absolutely not." He said, His voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt. "Megumi is a child, barely more than sixteen years old," he said, "He’s hardly to blame for the actions of his elders. His death would be no better than Toji killing Fumiya."

Geto didn’t flinch at Nanami’s words. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, were cold, almost calculating as he explained his reasoning. "It’s necessary," he explained calmly, "If we want to end this war, we have to strike a blow that will make the Zen'in hesitate, make them reconsider their actions. Megumi is likely their strongest asset, their greatest hope for the future. Removing him would force them to back off."

Nanami shook his head, his anger barely contained. "He’s a child, Suguru!" He nearly shouted, "This isn’t a war against children. What kind of message does that send? How does killing him benefit anyone?"

Geto’s gaze didn’t waver, his expression unyielding. "He’s a child who came here to kill, Nanami," he continued, "He was ready to take our lives and took that drug to have the power to do it. You saw it yourself—his cursed technique was out of control. If we let him go, who’s to say he won’t come back stronger, more dangerous? And next time, we might not be able to stop him."

Nanami stared at Geto, a sinking feeling settling in his gut. There was something different in Geto’s eyes, something darker, more resolute. The man who had once been his comrade, someone he trusted implicitly despite their differences, now seemed like a stranger. There had always been tension between them, ideological differences that they often butted heads over, but this…this was something else. A deep-seated hatred that Nanami didn’t recognize, something that made his blood run cold.

"Under no circumstances should Megumi be killed," Nanami said again, his voice low and dangerous, "We are not executioners. We’re supposed to be protectors."

Geto’s expression didn’t change. "And I’m saying this as a protector," he said, "Sometimes, to protect the greater good, sacrifices must be made."

Before the argument could escalate further, Gojo intervened, picking up Megumi’s unconscious form with ease. "Fuck this," he said, his tone brokering no argument, "We’re not killing him. We’ll keep him captive. That should solve the problem for now."

The decision made, Gojo carried Megumi out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he descended to the basement level. The tension in the room didn’t dissipate with his departure; if anything, it grew thicker, heavier.

Geto and Nanami were left alone, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. Nanami’s deep scowl clashed with Geto’s easy, almost mocking smile. The air between them was charged, a battle of wills playing out in the space of a few heartbeats.

Nanami knew something was wrong. The Geto he knew would never have suggested killing a child, no matter the circumstances. But the man standing before him now was different, changed in ways Nanami couldn’t yet understand. There was a darkness in his eyes, a bitterness that Nanami had never seen before. It made him wary, made him question everything he thought he knew about his comrade.

Even when Gojo returned, urging them to leave quickly, Nanami couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. His better judgment screamed at him to confront Geto, to demand answers, but he ignored it, choosing instead to trust in the bond they had shared for so long.

As they left the building, the air was thick with tension and uncertainty. Nanami’s mind was filled with questions, doubts gnawing at him, but he kept them to himself. There would be time for answers later, he told himself.

Geto trailed behind ever so slightly. The tension from their earlier exchange lingered in the air like a dense fog, but he moved with an unsettling calm, as if nothing had transpired. His hand slipped into his pocket, fingers brushing over the cool surface of his phone. With practiced ease, he pulled it out and quickly typed a message, his thumb flying over the screen with a precision that spoke of familiarity. The dark grin that curled his lips was brief, quickly hidden away as he hit send and pocketed the device again.

Neither Gojo nor Nanami seemed to notice, their attention focused elsewhere—Gojo, lost in thought, likely contemplating the implications of what they’d just witnessed, and Nanami, still fuming silently over their earlier conversation. Geto caught up to them easily, his face a mask of serene indifference, but for a fleeting moment, there was a glint in his eyes, something cruel and sharp that flickered and then vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

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A faint beep interrupted the silence in a dimly lit bedroom. A phone screen illuminated, casting a pale blue glow over the face of the man slouched in bed. He was sprawled lazily across the mattress, an expression of boredom etched into his features. But as the text pinged on his phone, his eyes flickered with interest, and a wicked grin began to creep across his lips. The boredom evaporated in an instant, replaced by something far darker, more menacing.

He straightened up, a low chuckle bubbling up from his throat. It was a sound filled with malice, a dark giggle that reverberated in the quiet room. The message on his phone was short, but it was enough. Enough to stir the twisted satisfaction that lay coiled within him.

His fingers danced across the screen in reply, his smile growing wider with each tap. The anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill through him, and he could hardly contain his excitement. The time for boredom had passed; now there was only the thrill of the game, the pleasure of playing his part in the grand scheme that was unfolding.

With a final tap, he sent his reply and got up from the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful. That dark giggle escaped his lips once more as he grabbed his jacket, pulling it on with a flourish. There was a gleam in his eyes, a glint of something dangerously unhinged, as he made his way to the door. He paused for a moment, glancing back at the room as if savoring the last vestiges of the quiet before the storm.

And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him as he stepped out into the hall, that wicked smile never leaving his face. The game was on, and Hakari was more than ready to play his part.

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[romancemedia]

Anime Romances + Romantic Atmosphere

[spookielettuce]

ASSORTED DOODLES YEA!!

i wanted to finish off my sketchbook teehee ^w^

[number1villainstan]

trying to think of crossovers between bnha and rgu is so funny because bnha is a story that has entirely too much faith in the very systems rgu critiques

[siriuslysatorusimping]

hiii im curious about how nanami is going to fit into this AU? are him and rinko still gonna be besties (pls say yes i need it for my soul😭😭)

im also curious if you’re going to try and fit in all the students and if yes how (if you can reveal this that is)

anyway i am SOOO EXCITED FOR LITERALLY ANYTHING YOU WRITEEE BUT NO PRESSURE OFC🫶🫶

So, again, I'm still ironing out the kinks for Nanami! But I'm really leaning toward him being a detective 👀

Think about it: sexy detective Nanami Kento with a dark past? He used to be involved with the Yakuza, but he got out but he's still got one foot in the door?

👀👀👀

[hydrangeyes]

I really do love how the fandom has their ship but man do I wanna see a bit more of the rivals to codependent to lovers route more

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

"you know I'd do anything for you."

"ken..."

"I mean it," the yakuza boss persists, leaning forward as the two of you sit in the comfort of your shared matrimonial bed, 4 months of marriage with yet no arguments to be seen (to the surprise of everyone around you: maids, friends, your mother, and you). kento has been all the accommodating in this transition. even when he knew half your heart did not want to settle in like this, in this world.

"you don't have to say that," you hope the softness in your voice can lessen the weight of your words, "we don't have to do this... thing,"

"does my desire to put myself at your will make you uncomfortable?"

"i-it's not that-"

"then will you allow me?" he asks, "not as my wife, but as you," the way he says your name makes your heart skip a beat, your throat contracts as he leaves you with a question you were not expecting.

"I don't know what you're asking of me." you almost flinch when he sighs, fearing you've made this entirely worse, but at your question, your husband takes your hands in his.

"allow me to join you for brunch," you know exactly what he means by this. every saturday, you liked to eat outside the porch. with a book in hand or a pen, you used these objects as a means of comfort.

you now realize he was trying to be the same.

"okay," you breathe, sighing shakily as you nod. "do you... want to start tomorrow?" he nods.

"I'd like that, thank you."

[mullermilkshake]

Kento goes to make first contact.

MINORS DNI - Tags: Yakuza AU, references to Fem! reader, stalking, obsession, ten year age gap, soft yandere! Nanami.

Kento would watch you for hours once he was able to find someone to tap into the districts cameras. While not particularly legal, Kento found ways around that in the pit of his guilt. He just couldn't help it.

He'd watch you go about your day like he didn't exist at all, just a lens behind the various cameras in the streets noting what stores you went into and where you worked.

He found your address easily enough through word of mouth and kept it close to him if there was ever a chance you would need him.

And at times you did, without even realising it.

Kento remembered the first time you were in trouble and it was just a testament to how cohesive his network was. He stopped you from getting attacked, your belongings stolen right on your doorstep before you even noticed what was going on.

He knew you would have thanked him, maybe even said yes to dinner and from then you might have hit it off with him right there. And perhaps, Kento wouldn't be watching you through camera like a lecherous old fool.

He had ten years on you, it was a deterrent on his behalf that you wouldn't even look at him in a crowd. He assumed you would shy away from him when you realised he was thirty four years of age.

The unknown was killing him and thus wasting time conversing with you personally. The fuss could be for nothing, his own insecurities getting the better of him.

But look at you, right now on that camera, dressed in that ruby red dress hugging your hips right on your thighs with heels to match. He'd buy you the world, the world knew he earned enough.

Anything you wanted and you'd have it.

Would you give yourself to him if you knew him?

Even love him?

He was a Yakuza. Would you shy away from him because of who he was? He could persuade you to at least give him a chance, he was sure of it. Your kind nature he found out, was giving and trusting, your smile was a credit to your personality and it was sure to allow you time to know who the Real Kento Nanami was.

Yes. You were at work right now, turning up there not long ago. Kento gathered his suit jacket and slipped his watch on to his wrist with a click.

Ring, ring!

The landline tune played in the little room full of screens with camera images. Kento hesitated at first, but answered on a whim.

He kept his eyes on the screen of the camera pointing outside of your workplace. A little club on the south side of the district.

"Hello?"

"Nanami, I need you back at headquarters."

It was unusual for the Chairman to call directly. "First Chairman, I can be there in twenty minutes."

Kento watched the screen, you were right there. He would even need to go past the club to grab a taxi. right there and his confidence to speak with you faltered like a paper chain under heavy weight.

"Good, bring that punk with you too. He may be of use to me."

Ino. He was referring to Takuma Ino. He was responsible for setting up the camera links.

"Yes sir," the phone link clocked off to a low consistent dial tone. Kento slammed the phone down, "Shit..."

It must be urgent for Ryomen Sukuna to call him through word of his own mouth.

Maybe another day. Another day he'd finally speak with you for the first time.

Maybe.

[meruemhq]

Someday, Somewhere, Somehow, You'll Love Again. [Chapter 4]

Master List

Your fever had worsened overnight.

Megumi had been jolted awake by Yuji’s frantic voice. "Fushiguro! Wake up! She’s—she’s dying! What do we do?!"

Bleary-eyed, Megumi bolted upright, his mind snapping to attention. Yuji was pacing by his side of the bed, his face pale and stricken. "Her scent," Yuji stammered, running a hand through his “It’s gone bad, like... like spoiled fruit.”

Megumi rushed to your side, sharp eyes assessing the situation. He sniffed the air, just like Yujo said, your usual honey scent had soured. You were lying on your side, the Human Earthworm t-shirt that Yuji gave you, clinging to your overheated body. Even in your fevered state, your restless movements were punctuated by small whimpers, and your teeth ground audibly, creating an uncomfortable sound that made Megumi wince.

"This isn’t good," he muttered, grabbing his phone. Yuji’s panicked breathing filled the room as he hovered nearby. "Calm down," Megumi said firmly, locking eyes with Yuji. "Freaking out won’t help her. We need Shoko."

Shoko answered after four rings, her tone as calm and professional as ever, despite the late hour. "What’s wrong?"

Megumi wasted no time explaining. "Bunny’s running a fever. Grinding her teeth, sweating. Her scent’s completely off—it smells rotten."

After a pause, Shoko replied, "More than likely it's the sedatives that are still in her bloodstream.” Shoko sucked in breath from what sounded like a cigarette. “It’s her body metabolizing the leftover toxins. It’s unpleasant, but not unusual given her condition and body constitution. I’ll update her prescription. Keep her hydrated and as comfortable as possible until it passes. Ijichi can pick up the meds at sunrise."

Megumi exhaled slowly. "Anything else we should do?"

"If she’s grinding her teeth, get her something to chew on—a toy or anything silicone will work for now," Shoko added before hanging up.

When the call ended, Megumi took a deep breath and turned to Yuji. "It’s the sedatives," he explained. "Her body’s trying to purge them. I’ll send Ijichi to get the meds. For now, let’s focus on keeping her comfortable."

In the quiet of the early morning, Megumi rummaged through the storage cabinet in the kitchen. Eventually, he found an unused silicone chewing toy originally meant for his wolf dogs. It wasn’t exactly ideal, but it was soft, durable, and safe. He sterilized it quickly before returning to this room. He coaxed you into drinking water and gently, he placed the toy in your hand, guiding it to your mouth and you instinctively nibbled on it, finally soothing the grinding.

By the time the new medication had arrived and taken effect, you had fallen into a peaceful sleep, your breathing slow and even for the first time in hours. Megumi adjusted the blankets around you and took a step back, his sharp eyes softening as he observed your relaxed expression.

Dragging Yuji out of the room and down the hall had been harder than expected. "She needs her space, Yuji," Megumi had insisted, practically hauling his friend toward the couch. Yuji finally relented, though not without casting a lingering, worried glance back at the door.

–~

Now the two sat in the private living room of their wing, laptops and phones spread out across the coffee table. Megumi clicked through articles with a focused determination while Yuji scrolled on his phone, occasionally tossing out enthusiastic suggestions.

While Gojo’s Alpha and Beta subordinates occupied one half of the estate, the other side was dedicated to his Omegas: Megumi, Yuji, and now, you. The Omega wing of the Gojo family manor was a haven. Gojo had insisted on its design, ensuring it was entirely separate from the Alphas and Betas who worked for him. It was a sanctuary, equipped with private bedrooms, bathrooms, a plush living area, a kitchen, and secured exits. Few were allowed here without explicit permission, and Megumi had always valued the peace it provided. 

But now, as he thought about your small, vulnerable figure sleeping down the hall. You needed safety, yes—but you also needed comfort. A place to feel truly at home.

The glow of Megumi’s laptop lit up the dim living room as he sat cross-legged on the couch, his brows furrowed in concentration. Yuji, sprawled on the other end of the couch with his phone in hand, scrolled lazily through pictures of blankets and toys, his tongue sticking out in focus. Between them sat Gojo’s black credit card. “Buy whatever you want for her.” He said. “Spare no expense! Daddy Gojo’s got it covered.”

They had spent the past twenty minutes researching hybrid-approved nesting materials. The articles highlighted the importance of texture and color in creating a soothing environment for hybrids with heightened senses. Neutral tones like soft grays and pastels were recommended, as bright colors could overstimulate. Natural fabrics like cotton and bamboo were ideal, while synthetic materials were to be avoided.

"What about this?" Yuji asked, holding up his phone to show Megumi a picture of a plush bunny. It was oversized, soft-looking, and its floppy ears gave it an endearing charm.

Megumi raised an eyebrow at his obvious choice but nodded. "That could work. She needs something she can hold onto. Add it to the cart."

Yuji grinned, quickly clicking the button. "This is kind of fun. Like... we’re building her a whole little world. What else does she need?"

Megumi exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "She needs bedding. Weighted blankets, soft pillows—things that feel grounding. And we should avoid anything too scented. Her senses are probably still overloaded."

Yuji tilted his head. "You’re really good at this, you know."

"It’s not about being good at it," Megumi replied, his tone serious. "It’s about making sure she has everything she needs. She’s been through enough."

He took a big breath. “Besides, my Mother was a hybrid.” Yuji blinked, his lips parting as if to speak, but he thought better of it and nodded silently. Megumi was grateful for the lack of questions. The subject of his family—particularly his mother and the Zen'in—were topics he rarely revisited.

Yuji continued scrolling. After a moment, he held up another suggestion: stackable cloud-shaped pillows. "These are cute—and practical for nesting. She can stack them or surround herself with them."

Megumi leaned over to inspect the screen and gave a small nod of approval. "Add them."

They spent the next hour carefully curating a collection of items: soft bedding, nesting toys, calming sensory aids, and clothing. Megumi was meticulous, double-checking product descriptions to ensure everything met the standards he’d read about.

"What about clothes?" Yuji asked, holding up a picture of a lavender hoodie with bunny ears on the hood.

Megumi rolled his eyes but added it to the cart. "Fine. But make sure it’s 100% cotton."

By the time they were done, the cart was overflowing, the total displayed on the screen causing Yuji to let out a low whistle.

"Think Gojo’s going to notice we spent this much?"

Megumi smirked faintly, clicking the checkout button without hesitation. "It’s his card. If he complains, I’ll remind him it’s for her."

Yuji laughed, leaning back against the couch. "She’s going to love this. We did good, huh?"

Megumi nodded, his gaze lingering on the confirmation screen. "Yeah," he said softly. 

–~

The office chair creaked softly as Satoru leaned back, his long legs stretched out, his arms draped loosely over the armrests. The study was quiet except for the faint rustle of wind brushing against the windows. He stared out at the expansive garden, the rows of carefully tended flowers and neatly trimmed hedges bathed in the pale morning light. Normally, this view brought him peace—a sense of control over the chaos of his world. But today, it felt distant, almost foreign, like a memory slipping through his fingers.

His thoughts drifted back to the conversation he’d had with Shoko the night before, her clinical, emotionless tone cutting through truths he hadn’t wanted to hear.

"She’s not just any hybrid," Shoko had said, her voice low, her cigarette balanced delicately between her fingers. They were alone in his study, the door shut tight—far from the boys and the Hybrid girl who slept fitfully in the Omega wing.

Satoru hadn’t responded immediately. His sharp, almost playful demeanor had been replaced with something heavier. He perched on the edge of his desk, watching as Shoko tapped ash into the tray. “I need more than just vague statements, Shoko,” he said at last, his voice deceptively light, though an unmistakable edge ran beneath his words. "What nonsense have my boys gotten themselves mixed up in now?"

She exhaled, smoke curling around her like a protective veil. "You’re dealing with a conspiracy that’s a lot uglier than drugs, Satoru."

"I’m aware," he snapped, sharper than intended. His sandalwood pheromones flared, filling the room with an oppressive weight. His patience was wearing thin.

Shoko, unbothered by his growing agitation, leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. “I’m sure you noticed the small scar near her left hip,” she began, her voice calm, her words deliberate.

He had noticed. When he’d run his fingers along her legs to soothe her, he’d brushed over it—a faint, healing wound. At the time, he’d dismissed it as nothing more than a scratch.

“At first, I thought it was from an old injury,” Shoko continued, “but then I realized it wasn’t just a scar. It’s a surgical site.” She paused to take another drag of her cigarette. “She most definitely had a tracker—and someone removed it.”

Satoru’s jaw tightened, his cheek twitching as he fought the wave of anger building inside him. His smirk was long gone, replaced by a grim set to his lips. He pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling the tension of a coming headache.

“She was likely taken from one of the suppliers,” Shoko went on, ignoring his growing silence. “Someone removed her from the market—but not cleanly.” Her fingers tapped ash into the tray again. “There are no markings, brandings, or tattoos on her body. No serial numbers. Whoever had her before those idiots who stole from you never intended for her to be publicly available.”

“A private sale,” Satoru concluded, his voice low.

Shoko nodded. “Exactly. Private sales mean higher security. More money.”

Satoru’s mind churned. The street gang that had taken her was just one piece of a much larger puzzle. They were too stupid to have realized what they’d stolen. You must have seemed like just another auction bunny to them—valuable, but not irreplaceable. They had been fools to steal from Gojo Satoru. Whoever they’d gotten you from would surely be looking for you. He needed to find them first.

“I ran her blood work,” Shoko said. “She’s healthy outside of the sedatives and drugs they pumped into her. No STDs, and she isn’t pregnant.”

A small relief, but it did little to soothe Satoru’s simmering frustration.

“There’s something else,” Shoko added, lighting another cigarette as she leaned back on the couch. Her eyes lazily wandered around the study, but her tone remained serious.

“There always is,” Satoru muttered, his voice heavy.

“Bunny hybrids are incredibly rare, Satoru. There aren’t too many of them in Japan. She might have been bred here, but it’s also possible she was imported—from somewhere like the Caribbean or Eastern Europe.” She brushed a bit of ash off her doctor’s coat. “Either way, they’re considered delicate, submissive, and... ideal for exploitation.”

Her words hung heavy in the air.

“I’m sure I don’t need to sugarcoat this for you,” Shoko continued, her eyes hard and unreadable. “She was most likely intended to be a sex slave or a toy for some rich bastard.”

Satoru closed his eyes briefly, his chest tightening. He had already suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed out loud made his stomach churn.

“I’ll send you some information about bunny hybrids,” Shoko said, standing and gathering her things. “You should explain the situation to Yuji and Megumi—they deserve to know.”

Satoru rose, though he found his legs felt heavier than usual. “Right. I will.”

Shoko opened the door but hesitated, glancing over her shoulder. “You should talk to Geto. He might be able to—”

“I’m not talking to Geto.”

The sharpness in his voice sent a cold wave through the room. His scent turned biting and bitter, an unspoken warning.

“Okay.” Shoko nodded once before slipping out the door, leaving Satoru alone.

Back in his chair, Satoru slumped slightly, his gaze returning to the garden. The afternoon light seemed colder now, the beauty of the garden unable to chase away the heaviness pressing down on him. His instincts were screaming at him—to protect, to provide, to fix the mess the boys had unknowingly stumbled into.

His mind drifted to the boys again. Megumi’s quiet intensity, the way he studied her every move as though trying to decipher a puzzle. Yuji’s boundless optimism, his determination to make her smile. They didn’t know the full truth yet, and Gojo wasn’t sure when—or if—he should tell them.

He swore under his breath, running a hand through his hair. What kind of bullshit have his sweet Omegas gotten themselves into this time?

A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. "Come in," he called, his voice steady despite the turmoil swirling inside him.

Ijichi stepped inside, his expression polite but wary. "Nanami is back, sir."

Satoru straightened, his usual smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Good. Send him in."

Satoru barely had time to gather his thoughts after Shoko left before the knock came at his study door. It was firm, deliberate. Nanami, no doubt.

“Come in,” Satoru called, his tone light, though his head was still heavy with the weight of the night’s revelations.

The door opened, and in stepped Nanami Kento, as composed as ever. His blond hair was neatly combed back, though a few strands fell stubbornly over his forehead. His signature glasses caught the morning light, reflecting the sharp focus in his hazel eyes. He was dressed in his usual attire: a crisp dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms, and perfectly tailored slacks. There was an air of precision about him, as if every detail was meticulously considered.

And then there was his scent—clover and spice, warm and grounding,  he wasn’t a Prime Alpha but his scent and presence came with an edge that made his Alpha presence unmistakable. It filled the room as he crossed the threshold, bringing with it a sense of quiet authority that even Satoru could respect.

“You called for me,” Nanami said, closing the door behind him. His voice was even, his tone measured.

Satoru leaned back in his chair, spinning it lazily to face Nanami. “Welcome back, Nanamin. How was the trip?”

Nanami’s expression didn’t change, though his brow twitched slightly at the nickname. “The payment has been retrieved,” he replied simply. His voice was low, steady, every word carefully measured. “The debtor has been... educated on the importance of punctuality.”

Satoru grinned, his tone teasing. “Efficient, as always. That’s why you’re my favorite accountant.”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, his expression unamused. “I doubt you called me here to praise my accounting skills. What’s this about?”

Satoru’s grin faded as he gestured to the chair across from his desk. “Take a seat. We need to talk about the Hybrid.”

Nanami’s gaze flicked briefly toward the garden outside the window before he sat down, his posture straight, his movements measured. “Go on.”

Satoru leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “You know she’s not just some random Hybrid the boys stumbled across. She’s part of something bigger—and darker.”

He outlined everything: the scar near your hip, the removed tracker, Shoko’s findings about your health and the probable private sale. Nanami listened without interrupting, his sharp eyes narrowing as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

“And what do you plan to do with her?” Nanami asked when Satoru finished.

Satoru leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “She stays here. She’s safer here than anywhere else. We both know whoever lost her will come looking, and I’m not about to let them get their hands on her again.”

Nanami folded his arms, his tone steady but firm. “Keeping her here is a temporary solution at best. What happens when Yuji and Megumi go back to university in six weeks? They can’t watch her on their own.”

Satoru paused, the mention of the boys’ impending return to classes stirring an ache of responsibility in his chest. He had encouraged them to continue their education, not necessarily for the benefit of the Six Eyes organization, but for their futures. Yuji’s boundless curiosity and Megumi’s sharp mind deserved more than the confines of Yakuza life. A university degree meant options, opportunities—ones he’d never had, growing up under the crushing weight of Gojo family expectations.

“They’ll go back to school,” Satoru said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. “and I’ve also taken steps to ensure she’s cared for while they’re away.”

Nanami tilted his head, his glasses catching the light. “Steps? Such as?”

“I’ve requested Sukuna and Toji to square up their jobs and return as early as possible,” Satoru said. His tone softened, though a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “They’ll help maintain order. They’re more than capable of handling things here.”

Nanami’s brows furrowed slightly, his scent sharpening with an undercurrent of unease. “You’re trusting Sukuna with this? And Toji? They’re not exactly the nurturing types.”

Satoru chuckled, the sound light but hollow. “They don’t need to be nurturing. Besides, she won’t be on her own. Megumi and Yuji may be busy, but they’ll still be around.”

Nanami let out a quiet sigh, his hands resting on the armrests of his chair. “You’re letting your primal instincts drive your decisions, Satoru. You’re not thinking this through rationally. Keeping her here puts everyone at risk—including the boys.” Nanami continued “Sukuna and Toji are also Prime Alpha’s or have you forgotten?”

Satoru’s scent shifted, the sandalwood growing sharper, colder. “We were caught up in this the moment they brought her home. Sending her away won’t solve the problem. Sukuna and Toji don’t need to interact with her more than necessary, they just need to keep her safe.” 

Nanami’s gaze didn’t waver, though the tension between them was palpable. “The boys are already attached to her. You’re encouraging that attachment.”

“That’s where you come in,” Satoru said, his tone lightening slightly, though the seriousness in his eyes remained. “You’re in charge of their punishment. Teach them a lesson. Make sure they understand the consequences of their actions.”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed. “They should have known better. But this isn’t just about teaching them a lesson. You’re asking me to clean up a mess you allowed to happen.”

Satoru’s grin faded, replaced by a rare sincerity. “I’m asking you to prepare them for what’s coming. This isn’t just about her. It’s about keeping all of them safe.”

The room fell into silence, the weight of their conversation hanging heavily in the air. Finally, Nanami let out a quiet sigh, his scent softening slightly. “Fine,” he said, his voice measured. “I’ll assist. But I won’t meet her—not until she’s recovered more. There’s no need to overwhelm her with another Alpha presence right now.”

Satoru inclined his head, his gaze steady. “Fair enough.”

Nanami stood, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt with practiced precision. He paused at the door, glancing back at Satoru. “You’d better hope your instincts are right about this.”

Satoru leaned back in his chair, his blue eyes glinting with a faint smirk. “They usually are.”

Nanami said nothing more, his footsteps fading down the hall.

[chemkin-c-chickin]

Kenjaku would sing this with his posse while still in Geto's body

Nanami would sing this with Yuji as the backup singer.

[shewasverynice]

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

Rating: Explicit 

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

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

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F 

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

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

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Chapter 11　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Rin Morishita sat in the passenger seat of a sleek black sports car, her long dark brown hair loose and cascading in waves down her back. The vehicle hummed smoothly as it sped along the highway from Tokyo to Niigata, the city skyline gradually giving way to rolling hills and distant mountains. Beside her, Kento Nanami maintained a firm grip on the wheel, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the casual conversation they shared.

Rin’s caramel brown eyes flicked occasionally to Nanami. She kept her posture dignified, her hands resting gracefully on her lap, fingers occasionally brushing the hem of her elegant, dark-colored dress. Despite her composed exterior, there was a sense of readiness in her, a hint of the wild ferocity she displayed in battle lurking beneath the surface. The stress of recent events had her on edge.

In the backseat, Yuta Okkotsu and Yuji Itadori chatted animatedly, their youthful energy filling the car with a lively buzz. Okkotsu, with his serious yet gentle nature, balanced out Itadori’s exuberance. Their conversation occasionally drew a soft smile from Rin, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she listened to their banter.

Turning her attention back to Nanami, Rin broke the comfortable silence between them, "Nanami-san, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you choose to bring Itadori specifically on this mission?"

Nanami's lips curled into a slight, almost imperceptible smile as he continued to focus on the road. "I think Itadori has been spending too much time with Gojo lately," he replied, his tone polite but firm, "Gojo can be a bad influence, and I believe it’s important for Itadori to learn from different perspectives. Especially in this type of investigation."

Rin nodded thoughtfully, her eyes lingering on Nanami's profile, "That makes sense. It’s good for him to have varied experiences and guidance."

The scenery outside the car window changed from urban to rural, the lush greenery and open fields of the countryside providing a serene backdrop to their journey. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the road ahead, creating a tranquil ambiance within the car.

"We're about an hour out," Rin said, glancing back at the young men in the back seat. Okkotsu and Itadori, sensing the shift in mood, quieted down, their expressions mirroring the seriousness of the task ahead.

As the sleek black sports car approached Niigata, the atmosphere inside grew tense with anticipation. The city's skyline loomed closer, a mix of modern structures and historical buildings reflecting the complexity of their mission. Nanami's focus sharpened, and he began outlining their plan for the investigation.

"We're heading to the drug manufacturing facility first," Nanami said, his voice steady and authoritative, "It's managed by the Kamo clan, so we need to be prepared. They have a reputation for appearing cooperative but hiding crucial information beneath that façade."

Rin nodded, her eyes locked onto Nanami's, "Their courtesy can be deceiving. We'll need to be vigilant."

Nanami glanced briefly at the rearview mirror, catching Yuji Itadori’s eyes. "Itadori, Morishita and I will handle the official side of things, speaking with the leaders of the facility. Your task will be to sneak in and see what you can find beneath the surface. The Kamo clan might be eager to show us certain areas while keeping the real operation hidden."

Itadori nodded, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a serious expression, "Understood, Nanami-san."

Rin turned in her seat to face Yuta Okkotsu, "Okkotsu, you'll join Itadori, please. Use your skills to help him uncover whatever they're hiding. Stay alert and watch each other's backs."

Yuta nodded firmly, "Got it. If needed, may I use Rika?"

Rin’s gaze softened slightly, understanding the gravity of releasing Rika, "Yes, you have my permission. Only if the situation demands it."

Yuta gave a determined nod, his resolve evident, "Thank you, ma'am."

As they entered Niigata, the car navigated through the bustling streets, drawing closer to the Kamo clan’s facility. The building stood imposing and guarded, its exterior blending seamlessly with the surrounding architecture but exuding an air of secrecy and danger. The distinct presence of curses was thick in the air surrounding the building.

Nanami parked the car a short distance away, in a spot concealed from direct view of the facility. "Remember, we need to maintain our cover. Morishita and I will present ourselves as we are, inquiring about the drug operations and the incident with Gojo. They'll be expecting us. Itadori, Okkotsu, wait for our signal before making your move," Nanami explained.

Rin adjusted her long dark brown hair, ensuring it was neat and composed, "We’ll handle the leaders. Keep in touch through the comms, and be careful."

Itadori and Okkotsu nodded, their expressions a mix of determination and readiness. The two young sorcerers exited the car and slipped into the shadows, moving with practiced stealth towards the facility.

Nanami paused, waiting for the two of them to disappear from sight before he turned to Rin. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes," she answered with a nod, "Let's go."

Nanami and Rin stepped out, their demeanor poised and professional as they straightened their attire. As they approached the entrance, the guards eyed them warily.

"Good afternoon," Nanami said with a polite bow, "We've come to investigate the operations of this facility under the suggestion of Masamichi Yaga. A recent incident with Satoru Gojo has us interested in what exactly you're manufacturing here."

The guard glanced at his partner then back at Nanami. "Yes, sir. Please give me a moment while I contact the representative in charge today."

The interior of the facility was meticulously clean, with an air of clinical precision that belied its true purpose. They were greeted by a representative of the Kamo clan, who welcomed them with a courteous smile. The man wore a comfortable looking Yukata and his mask was pure white with splotches of red paint. "Welcome, esteemed guests. How can we assist you today?" He said, though the smile never reached his eyes.

Nanami responded with equal politeness, masking his suspicion, "We’re here to discuss your operations and ensure compliance with the regulations regarding cursed energy. The incident with Gojo caused quite the commotion and we are curious as to what exactly you've created here."

The representative nodded eagerly, gesturing for them to follow, "Of course, please, come this way. We’re always happy to share our methods and ensure transparency between the groups."

Meanwhile, Yuji and Yuta had slipped into the facility through a less guarded entrance, moving swiftly and quietly through the corridors. They exchanged quick, silent signals, covering each other as they navigated the maze-like interior. The many doors often lead to rooms that housed restrained cursed spirits or more horrifically held jars of unknown substances and cold storage with harvested curse blood or organs.

Itadori quietly closed a door behind him and waved his hand to get Okkotsu's attention as the latter did the same across the hall. Okkotsu held up his cellphone with photos of the inside of the room and Itadori pointed at him with a grin before he pulled out his own phone to begin taking photos. As they navigated deeper, the guards became more present and the two took to the shadows once again.

In the main part of the facility, Rin and Nanami continued their conversation with the Kamo clan representative, their polite façade masking the underlying tension. They probed gently, seeking to uncover inconsistencies in the information being presented.

"Are you certain the side effects of this substance aren't dangerous?" Rin asked, barely masking the grimace as she held the glass dish with a sample of the congealed black liquid, "Gojo and one of his companions who ingested it immediately lost control of themselves."

"Ah, yes but they were likely already on something else," the representative suggested, "We haven't tested it in combination with other illegal substances yet."

"Don't you think that's irresponsible?" Nanami asked, his eyes carefully watching Rin as she set the dish back down on the table.

"We need to offset the deficit from the manufacturing process," the man offered, "But we have taken those findings into consideration."

"And what of the curses that are expelled from the non-sorcerers who consume it?" Nanami asked, his eyes meeting the representative's gaze.

The man's expression darkened, but his smile never faded. He sat up straighter in his seat and placed his hands on his knees. "So you've seen that, have you?"

Back in the shadows, Itadori and Okkotsu stumbled upon a heavily secured door, its presence indicating something significant lay beyond. Okkotsu signaled to Itadori, who nodded in understanding. The guards posted by the door were armed, both of them wearing sorcerer masks as well. The masks were unfortunately plain black, leaving no hint of what kind of technique they may possess. Okkotsu caught Itadori’s eye and subtly pointed to his phone, then gestured for Itadori to check his own.

Itadori glanced at his phone and saw a message from Okkotsu: "I'll distract them, you go for the door and see what kind of security we need to bypass."

Itadori nodded in agreement, his expression serious. Okkotsu moved off silently, slipping into the shadows to create a distraction. Itadori waited, his muscles tensed and ready to spring into action. A moment later, a loud bang echoed through the facility, the sound of a steel pipe hitting the ground reverberating off the walls.

The two guards stationed by the door immediately reacted, rushing towards the source of the noise. Itadori took advantage of the distraction, darting to the now unguarded door. He inspected it quickly, noting the electronic passcode panel and the faint glow of a cursed technique barrier protecting it.

He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of the door, capturing the details of both the passcode system and the cursed barrier. His mind raced with potential ways to bypass the security, but he knew he needed more information and possibly assistance from the others.

Just as he finished taking the photos, he heard the guards returning, their footsteps echoing ominously in the corridor. Itadori quickly retreated to his hiding spot, blending into the shadows as he awaited Okkotsu's return.

Moments later, Okkotsu reappeared, his eyes scanning the area before he joined Itadori in their concealed spot. "What did you find?" he typed into his phone.

Itadori showed Okkotsu the photos on his phone and then typed, "The door has a passcode and a cursed technique barrier. We'll need to figure out how to bypass both."

Okkotsu studied the images, his brow furrowing in concentration. Okkotsu suggested the retreat for now and regroup and Yuji nodded. They moved silently back through the facility, their steps careful and deliberate. The atmosphere was tense, the weight of their mission pressing heavily upon them. Reaching a safe distance from the secured door, they found a discreet spot to contact Rin and Nanami.

Meanwhile, in the main part of the facility, Rin and Nanami continued their conversation with the Kamo clan representative.

"The cursed spirits being born of the substance is... Troubling. But we have taken steps to keep it out of non-sorcerer hands." The representative said, the tension in his voice was unmistakable.

"Yes, but how can you be sure?" Rin asked, "The incident with Gojo, for example, happened when a younger member gave it to him. The dealer didn't know it would be passed along. This kind of thing could easily end up in a non-sorcerer's hands this way."

"Yes, well, we would gladly take responsibility for such occurrences but it's unlikely to happen. After the incident with Gojo-san we have taken more precautions." The representative said dismissively.

Nanami’s phone vibrated softly in his pocket, and he excused himself briefly, stepping away to check the message from Yuta. His eyes flickered with understanding as he read the details, then he returned to Rin, whispering discreetly to her about the situation. Rin’s expression remained composed, though a flicker of concern passed through her caramel eyes. She nodded slightly.

"If you wouldn't mind," Nanami said calmly, "We will discuss this further with Yaga-san before we continue. Expect us to visit once again."

The representative nodded, standing up with Rin. He spouted some meaningless and polite words as he led them both to the exit. All exchanged goodbyes before Nanami and Rin returned to the car where Okkotsu and Itadori were waiting.

"Are we in the clear?" Nanami asked.

"Yes, sir. No one noticed us and we were careful to leave doors locked and closed." Itadori answered.

"Excellent work," Nanami said with a nod, "Now, about this door."

"Yes, sir," Itadori pulled out his phone and let Nanami look through the photos, "The passcode is likely around six digits and the curse on the door wasn't something I couldn't figure out. Sorry. I tried but it wasn't something I've seen before."

"Not a problem," Nanami said with a nod as he returned the phone, "It's not something you are proficient in anyway."

"Us either, unfortunately," Rin interjected, handing Okkotsu his phone back after taking her own look at the photos, "We'll need to come back, it seems."

"Let's get to the hotel for now," Nanami suggested, "We need to dress for the auction tonight."

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After a long day of investigation, the group returned to their hotel to prepare for the evening's event. In her room, Rin stood before a full-length mirror, her long dark brown hair slightly damp still from the shower around her shoulders. With practiced ease, she twisted her hair up into an elegant bun, securing it with a few pins. She then slipped into a stunning phthalo green dress that accentuated her graceful figure, the rich color bringing out the caramel tones of her eyes. Satisfied with her appearance, she allowed herself a moment to take a deep breath and center herself.

In his own room, Nanami was meticulously getting ready. He chose a black turtleneck that highlighted his broad shoulders and paired it with a tan blazer that gave him a sophisticated, yet approachable look. His outfit was completed with dark slacks and polished shoes, embodying his usual sense of understated elegance.

Meanwhile, Itadori and Okkotsu were in their shared room, struggling slightly with their attire. They wore button-up shirts and slacks, trying to achieve a level of formality they were not entirely accustomed to. Okkotsu adjusted his collar for what felt like the hundredth time, while Itadori fumbled with his tie, eventually opting to go without it.

Nanami knocked on their door and entered, taking a moment to assess their appearance. His keen eye for detail noted the minor imperfections in their outfits. "Stand still," he instructed, stepping forward to straighten Okkotsu’s collar and smooth out the wrinkles in Itadori's shirt.

"You both look presentable now," Nanami said with a nod of approval, "Remember, appearances matter tonight. We are representing the Yaga group as well as Tenjiku."

Itadori and Okkotsu nodded in understanding, and they followed him out into the hallway where they met Rin. Nanami’s eyes briefly lingered on her, appreciating the elegance and poise she radiated in her phthalo green dress. Rin’s calm demeanor and poised confidence were palpable, and Nanami felt a surge of quiet admiration for her.

"Shall we?" Rin asked, her voice steady and composed.

The group made their way to the auction venue, a lavish building adorned with opulent decor that masked the illicit activities taking place within its walls. Upon entering, they were greeted by the sight of elegantly dressed patrons mingling amidst "priceless" works of art. The soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses created an atmosphere of refined elegance.

Nanami and Rin moved seamlessly through the crowd, their demeanor polished and unassuming. They exchanged pleasantries with other guests, subtly gathering information and observing the dynamics of the room. Itadori and Okkotsu, slightly less comfortable in such a setting, followed their lead, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible.

Rin’s presence drew attention, her striking and recognizable appearance catching the eyes of several attendees. Yet, her composed demeanor and polite interactions kept any undue interest at bay.

"Ah, Miss Morishita," a well dressed foreign man in a gray tailored suit said as he approached her, "Long time no see." He was built strong and his dark wavy hair was slicked back. His thick mustache was carefully groomed and sported a few streaks of gray.

"Oh! My goodness, is that you Mr. Castillo?" Rin said with a gentle and pleasant laugh, "It has been quite some time."

"Yes! Not since me and the family came to visit two years ago!" Castillo chuckled, "My sons were quite taken with Tenjiku, as was I." He winked at her before taking a sip of his champagne. His eyes drifted to Nanami, his dark eyes narrowing slightly and lips pulling into a smirk.

"Kento Nanami," Nanami introduced himself, holding out his hand which Castillo took in a firm handshake.

"You're one of Yaga's boys, aren't you?" Castillo asked, "Last time I saw him I'd only met the long haired fellow. Aren't there three of you under him?"

"Geto, yes. He's very dependable," Nanami said politely, "Gojo is more free spirited, but the three of us work well together and keep everyone out of trouble."

"Speaking of trouble, messy business with that King of Curses," Castillo said, "What was that about?"

"Sukuna was a very old and dangerous sorcerer," Rin explained, "He'd discovered a way to reach us but he was quickly restrained and is currently sealed away safely."

"Elegant dodge of my question as usual," Castillo chuckled at Rin's wry smile, "But I understand. We all have our secrets." He paused for a moment before he asked, "I am aware though that one of your business partners was injured quite severely. How is she doing?"

"She's recovering quite well actually," Rin answered, "Though she will be affected for the rest of her life, she still lives and that's enough for now."

Nanami suddenly noticed something as it was going on. A loose strand of Rin's hair had grown and branched across to be held in Castillo's hand. He carefully watched the almost imperceptible tapping of Castillo's fingers and recognized Morse code. He couldn't catch the letters, not wanting to stare more than necessary and catch unwanted attention.

After short time, Castillo stepped back and Rin's hair slipped back and retracted. Nanami watched as Rin smiled at him and the two exchanged a few final pleasantries before she hooked her arm with his and led him to another art piece.

"Castillo is one of our larger donors," Rin explained softly, "I asked him for information about who is leading this auction. Get this: it's a medical group based in Malaysia."

"Really?" Nanami asked, "Then that certainly would explain the experimentation. Did he have any names maybe?"

"No, but he will send me their address. It's a long standing group that practices homeopathic cures only," Rin said, "Which, as awful as this sounds, means they're definitely up to no good. Nothing homeopathic only is able to stand on its own these days."

"Any mention of Q.N.?" Nanami asked, and as if on cue both Itadori and Okkotsu came by sporting a lovely flower on their shirt pocket.

"Oh!" Rin cooed, gently touching the white petals on the flower on Okkotsu's shirt, "How beautiful!"

Okkotsu beamed, "We helped a nice old woman who was going to her car. She gave them to us."

"Did she say what it was called?" Nanami asked, eyeing Rin as she admired the flower.

"Oh, something like... Night blooming something..." Itadori said, rubbing his chin, "Oh! The Queen of the Night she said."

Both Rin and Nanami stopped and immediately turned to each other.

"You don't suppose..." Rin's voice trailed off, waiting for Nanami to continue.

"Huh," Nanami pushed up his glasses, "Interesting. I suppose I've always wanted to visit Malaysia."

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Suguru Geto exhaled slowly, watching as the police officer he had been speaking with finally walked away, satisfied with Geto's assurances. The scene had been chaotic, a scuffle involving younger sorcerers that had spilled into local businesses, causing significant damage. Geto had arrived promptly, smoothing over the situation with practiced ease, offering compensation to the affected business owners and promising the police that he would handle the matter internally.

Hakari, Panda, and Inumaki stood nearby, their expressions a mix of guilt and defiance. As the officer disappeared from view, Geto turned his sharp gaze towards them, his eyes narrowing with barely contained anger.

"Follow me," he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

He led them into a nearby alley, the shadows providing a semblance of privacy. The moment they were alone, Geto's demeanor shifted dramatically. He moved with startling speed, grabbing Hakari by the collar and slamming him against the wall. The impact reverberated through the narrow space, and Hakari winced, but did not resist.

"What were you thinking?" Geto hissed, his face inches from Hakari's, "Why did you take it upon yourself to instigate fights with the Zen'in again?"

Hakari swallowed hard, trying to muster a response. "I... I'm sorry, Geto-san. It was a mistake," he managed.

Geto’s grip tightened, his knuckles white. "Sorry isn't good enough. This isn't the first time, Hakari. Why do you keep doing this?" He growled.

Hakari's eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and sadness, "It's because of Fumiya... I can't just let it go."

Geto’s expression darkened, a scowl forming on his face. He released Hakari abruptly, letting him slump against the wall. The mention of Fumiya’s death stirred a deep, unresolved frustration within him, but he couldn't allow that to excuse Hakari's reckless behavior.

"That’s not a reason to jeopardize everything we’re working for," Geto said, his voice low and harsh. "You need to think before you act, Hakari. Your actions have consequences, not just for you, but for everyone."

Hakari nodded, his head bowed in shame, "I understand. It won’t happen again."

Geto stepped back, his anger simmering but controlled. He glanced at Panda and Inumaki, who had remained silent but watchful throughout the confrontation. "The same goes for both of you. We need to stay focused and united. No more unnecessary fights, understood?" He snapped.

Panda and Inumaki nodded in unison, their expressions serious.

"Good," Geto said, his tone softening slightly. "Now let's get out of here before we attract any more attention."

As they left the alley, Geto’s thoughts lingered on Fumiya, the loss still clearly a raw wound for the younger sorcerers. Then of course there was the issue with Gojo still as well. The white haired man hadn't been stepping in to keep the peace with the boys as he promised to do, especially when he'd insisted he'd take up the mantle of mentor for the younger sorcerers in the group.

He walked away from the alley, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. The younger sorcerers had been acting increasingly rashly, and he knew he needed to address it with Gojo. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Gojo’s number, only to be met with the sound of endless ringing. No answer.

Geto sighed, a frown deepening the lines on his face. He had a strong suspicion about where Gojo was and who he was with. He dialed another number, this time calling Shimizu. The phone rang twice before it was answered, the background noise a clear indication of a lively and chaotic atmosphere.

“Hello?” Shimizu’s voice came through, slightly slurred.

“Shimizu, where are you and Gojo?” Geto asked, his tone edged with irritation.

There was a pause, then a breathy giggle from Shimizu, “We’re at Tenjiku. Why? What’s up?”

Geto pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling heavily, “I need to talk to Gojo. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sure, sure. We’ll be here,” Shimizu replied, clearly drunk and amused by the situation.

Geto ended the call and headed towards Tenjiku, his frustration mounting with each step. Upon arrival, he was greeted by the sight of revelry and indulgence. He pushed through the crowd, searching for Gojo and Shimizu.

Finally, he spotted them. Gojo was sprawled out on a plush couch, his head resting on a woman's lap. She was pouring alcohol from a bottle, letting it trickle through her exposed breasts as Gojo squeezed them together, laughing drunkenly. Shimizu sat nearby, equally intoxicated and watching the scene with a dopey grin.

Geto’s eyes narrowed in disapproval. He approached the group, his presence immediately drawing their attention. The woman looked up, startled, while Gojo’s laughter trailed off as he registered Geto’s stern expression.

“Suguru! Join the party!” Gojo slurred, raising his glass in a mock toast.

“We need to talk, Gojo,” Geto said, his voice firm. “Now.”

Gojo’s playful demeanor faltered slightly under Geto’s serious gaze and pointed use of his last name. He sat up, albeit unsteadily, and waved the woman away. “Alright, alright. What’s so urgent?” he slurred, blinking his eyes and trying to focus.

Geto gestured for Gojo to follow him, and Shimizu stumbled to his feet, joining them. They moved to a quieter corner of the establishment, away from prying eyes and ears.

“The younger sorcerers have still been acting recklessly,” Geto began, his tone calm but edged with frustration. “Hakari, Panda, and Inumaki got into a fight with the Zen'in again, causing a scene and damaging property. I had to smooth things over with the police and pay off business owners.”

Gojo’s expression turned serious, though the alcohol still dulled his features, “Why didn’t you just call me?”

“I did,” Geto replied, his voice tight. “You didn’t answer. I guessed you were with Shimizu, so I called him instead.”

Gojo winced slightly, the reality of the situation cutting through his inebriation, “Alright, alright. I’ll talk to them. It’s just... things have been intense lately. Everyone’s on edge.”

“That’s no excuse,” Geto said sharply, “We need to set an example. If we don’t, this kind of behavior will continue, and the consequences will only get worse.”

Gojo nodded, finally grasping the seriousness of the situation, “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. I’ll handle it.”

Geto’s expression softened slightly, “Just... be there for them, Gojo. They look up to you and things are dangerous right now.”

Gojo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah, I know. I get it. I’ll do better.”

Satisfied, Geto stepped back, “Alright. Let’s get you both out of here.”

He helped Shimizu to his feet and guided the two of them out of the establishment, their footsteps unsteady but moving in the right direction. Geto’s mind was already turning to the next steps when he glanced back and quickly realized Gojo's true intentions.

He noticed Gojo’s gaze drifting. Following his line of sight, Geto saw a group of high-ranking Zen'in  members at a table across the room with a group of women, their presence exuding power and arrogance. Gojo’s eyes lingered on them, a hard, calculating look in his usually carefree eyes.

Geto didn't comment immediately, choosing instead to keep that observation in mind. He knew Gojo’s tendencies, his protective nature towards the younger sorcerers, and his disdain for the Zen'in's elitism. If those Zen'in members turned up dead, Geto would have a strong case to make about who was responsible.

The walk back to their safe house was a quiet one, with Shimizu stumbling occasionally and Gojo lost in his thoughts. Geto kept a steady pace, ensuring they didn’t attract unwanted attention. Once they arrived, Geto helped Shimizu to a couch and turned his attention to Gojo, who seemed to have sobered up slightly.

“Satoru,” Geto began, choosing his words carefully, “I noticed you watching those Zen'in men back at Tenjiku. What’s going on?”

Gojo’s expression hardened briefly before he sighed, running a hand through his white hair, “I don’t trust them. I know we're sayin' what happened with Fumiya was an accident, but it's just not sitting right with me.”

Geto nodded, his suspicions confirmed, “I understand. But as I've said we can’t afford to act rashly. The repercussions could be severe. We're on the cusp of a gang war, and no one wants that.”

Gojo looked up, his blue eyes serious, “Yeah, I know. But I just need to know if they did it on purpose. Because there will be consequences if I find out.”

“I understand that,” Geto said, placing a hand on Gojo’s shoulder, “But we need to be strategic. We can’t let emotions dictate our actions. Promise me you’ll be careful.”

Gojo held Geto’s gaze for a long moment before nodding, “I promise. But I won’t let them hurt our own again.”

Geto gave a small, understanding nod, “Neither will I. We’ll handle this together.”

With that, Geto moved to check on Shimizu, who had dozed off on the couch. He covered him with a blanket, then turned back to Gojo, “Go sleep off that alcohol. I'll keep an eye on things.”

Gojo nodded again, his expression weary, “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Suguru.”

As Geto retreated to his own room, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that this was just the beginning. The tension with the Zen'in group was slowly escalating, and he knew they would need to tread carefully to protect their own while navigating the dangerous politics.

The idea of another gang war made him nervous. The first time he'd been through one had been so awful and they were all so young. Yaga had done his best to protect the younger sorcerers back then and was only a lieutenant himself, but there was only so much he could do.

Losing Haibara and Koharu had been hard for all of them, so he knew how the young ones felt. But more worrying was how Gojo was reacting. It was almost like he wanted to let it happen. But, as long as Geto remained on his case he was sure that Gojo would behave. At least that's what he'd hoped for.

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