#zenin clan au

[yuesya]

“The Zenins finally named an heir?”

“Yup, seems like they finally got around to it,” Satoru laughs. “Or maybe their clan head just did it on a whim?”

It’s an amusing thought. The current head of the Zenin Clan is an extraordinarily difficult person to pressure into doing anything –as this sort of thing tends to be, when the person in question is apparently of the opinion that ‘murder’ is an excellent solution to most of her problems. For all that the Gojo elders are constantly grumbling over how the Zenins’ clan head should technically belong to them and not the Zenins, Satoru doesn’t doubt that there are a number of them who are also quietly relieved by not having to deal with someone who has no qualms about killing and isn’t afraid to make her stance obvious. Or act on it, for that matter.

Suguru tilts his head. “The Zenin clan head… oh, I think I remember her. She came around the Tokyo campus once before, didn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Satoru grins at the other boy. “You asked me if she was one of my clansmen, remember?”

Suguru flushes slightly in embarrassment as he snaps, “Well how was I supposed to know? The two of you really do look alike, I can’t be the only one who thinks that!”

“Mhm. You’re definitely not the only one.” Zenin Shiki has what’s considered the ‘classic’ Gojo look, all silvery-white hair and light coloration, instead of the Zenin appearance. Ebony hair and eyes, as dark as the shadows that the Zenins pride themselves in.

That still doesn’t change the fact that she’s a Zenin and not a Gojo, though.

“Sorcery clans tend to intermarry with each other,” is all he offers in explanation to his civilian-born friend. Usually, when there are such unions between well-established bloodlines of equal standing and prestige, there are certain vows in place –such as children being returned to the mother’s clan should they turn out to have inherited signature techniques from the mother’s side of the family.

In the case of Zenin Shiki, however, the Gojo Clan discovered that there was a loophole. She possessed cursed eyes, yes, but they were unprecedented in the long history of the Gojo Clan. Therefore, as the Gojo Clan had not demanded that all children possessing cursed eyes be relinquished to them as part of the vow, it stood to reason that new abilities born of the union would be considered as belonging to the Zenin Clan.

To be fair, cursed eyes were rare, and the only real case that still existed among sorcerers in this day and age was the Six Eyes. Which were rare enough already, and usually only found in the Gojo Clan’s main family.

No one had thought that there would be a Zenin granddaughter of a Gojo-Zenin union resulting in a pair of new cursed eyes.

The Zenin elders had probably been unbearably smug about the whole thing, up until they’d been slaughtered by the girl when she ascended her position over her former clan head’s cooling corpse. After which it had probably been the Gojo elders’ turn to wipe their brows and be thanking their lucky stars over having narrowly dodged a bullet there.

Or not, as the case may be; there were still some old fogeys laboring under the impression that the Zenin Clan had simply ‘raised the child wrong’ and that she would’ve turned out to be so much better had the Zenins admitted their own inadequacies and surrendered custody of the girl to them.

Pfft.

Well, it wasn’t as if any of them could turn back time. What’s done was done, and now they had to live with the consequences of their decisions.

Interesting choice for Zenin Shiki to name Zenin Naoya as her heir, though.

Ordinarily, a new clan head who’d supplanted their predecessor through force would want to establish their own bloodline as the new ruling family, but clearly Zenin Shiki had foregone picking one of her close cousins to be her heir. None of them had been specifically elevated to positions of power, either. She herself also had not chosen to marry into one of the more influential Zenin bloodlines as part of an alliance through marriage.

The only strength I need is my own, was the message that Satoru was seeing here.

… Or perhaps not? After all, the unexpected choice of Naoya as heir was definitely going to give people thoughts. Especially those who’d been very unhappy when Zenin Naobito, the previous head of the Zenin Clan, had been killed by a small slip of a girl. A girl who was distinctly Gojo-looking in appearance, despite her Zenin blood –the Zenins likely still had hang-ups about their clan head being killed by a Gojo, given the… historical precedent behind such a thing.

Hmm.

… Well, whatever game Zenin Shiki was playing here, it didn’t have anything to do with Satoru. And hey, maybe she wasn’t playing any games at all –maybe Zenin Naoya was just the strongest Zenin in the younger generation, and she’d made her decision based on that?

Who knows?

[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 1: From Tradegy to Fantasy - Awakening in Another World

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: reader's death, language

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

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„Are you reading those strange stuff again…What was it called? Manga?”

“I’m only watching the anime because of that hot blindfolded guy.”

You don’t even try to look up from your phone, currently reading the newest publication of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga over some sketchy site online. That hot blindfolded guy…You’ll never understand why some girls are only watching Jujutsu Kaisen because of him, Gojo Satoru. This world has so much more to offer, so much more than this overpowered character not even Gege himself likes.

“It’s not exactly reading”, you mutter, so sunken into the drawn fight in front of your eyes that you simply can’t look away.

“(y/n), come back to reality. We have some classes to attend.”

Out of instinct, you roll your eyes. You’ll probably have to listen to that one professor who always talks about himself and simply reads through his presentation for three hours straight, not even allowed to look at your phone and do something useful instead. Urgh, being an uni student sucks.

“Give me a minute, I’m just finishing this chapter.”

When your friends start walking, you follow them without paying attention. This is it, the fight you’ve been waiting for. Maybe this time someone is able to defeat Sukuna, maybe this will be the day you’ve been waiting for. Fuck plot armour, fuck all the horrible things that happened last, all the beloved characters that had to die. Damn, you still miss Geto to this day. If they would have noticed sooner, he might be still alive-

“(Y/N), WATCH OUT!”

You always wondered about how death must feel like. Getting consumed by darkness, getting dragged into sheer empty space. Does it hurt? Will you die right on the spot and feel absolutely nothing? What about that myth about reminiscing your own life shortly before your death?

The second you looked into those blinding car lights, you knew exactly that you are next, that there is no way you’ll survive the hit that will sweep you off your feet, that throws your body into the air like a plastic bag.

How pathetic to die like this. Getting hit by a car while being glued to the sketches of fictional characters on your phone. What will your parents say, your family, your friends? You don’t want to die like this, but still…

You allow your eyes to rest against your harsh light, your phone dropping to the phone. You can’t escape the hit. Maybe, just maybe, you will wake up in a better world.

If stuff like that even exists.

When you open your eyes again, you brace yourself for an immense wave of pain hunting down your body, for getting greeted by those way too harsh hospital lights. But instead, your eyes open with ease. Instead, you get greeted by the dim light of a golden chandelier in and a well-painted ceiling in all different shades of purple.

“Where on earth…Am I?”, you mutter to yourself.

The second you look down on you, your heart drops to the floor. You aren’t wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized tee like you always do. No, you are covered in the softest white fabric you ever felt from head to toe, an elegant lavendel ribbon tied around your waist. And that delicate jewellery...

Immediately, you yank out of bed and almost trip over the hem of the white dress, coming to a stand in front of a mirror.

This isn’t possible. No, this has to be a feverish dream. Maybe they put you into coma after…

You swallow hard, reality hitting you with full force. You died. As soon as the car hit you, you were dead right on the spot and you knew it instantly. But why does everything feel so damn real? Frantically, your hands wander around the sweaty face that looks back at you in sheer horror through the mirror, stare at the lavendel eyes that don’t look like yours at all. But those facial features, the way your hair falls.

Is it…you?

A violent scream escapes your lips before you’re able to stop it, guts turning so uncomfortably that you feel like puking every minute. This can’t be true. This can’t be your reality now…Just before your feet give in, you grab the cool golden frame of the mirror, allow your spinning head to rest for a second.

“Lady Zenin, are you alright!?”

That distant voice, who is it talking to? Lady Zenin…Like Toji, Mai and Maki Zenin? Maybe you didn’t die but got kidnapped into a pervert cosplay party. Slowly, you turn around, face sticky in cold sweat.

But the man standing in front of you doesn’t look like a creep at all. No, he’s a truly elegant man. Maybe in his 50s, but it is clear that he’s taking care of himself. His eyes look at you worried, his gloved hands stretched out in order to help if you fall.

“Where…Where am I?”, you press out.

This isn’t your hometown. Fuck, this isn’t even your home country, not even your timeline. The stuff in this room looks so old and somehow magical, let alone that dress you’re wearing.

“I don’t understand, Lady Zenin. You are in your room”, the man replies visibly worried.

“What country?”, you probe.

“My lady, we are still in Avaloria…Are you feeling unwell? Shall I call the doctor-“

“In Avaloria. And I’m Lady Zenin…”, you mumble to yourself.

This doesn’t make any sense. You didn’t pay that much attention to geography, but you know for a fact that Avaloria isn’t a real country and that your last name definitely isn’t Zenin. But oh that last name is definitely familiar to you, so familiar that it’s frightening. Suddenly a shiver runs down your spine, dark foreshadowing letting your fingertips shake.

“What is my father’s name?”

You don’t want this answer. No, all you want to do is waking up from this dream, from this nightmare. You aren’t a lady, you aren’t a Zenin. You are nothing but plain (y/n) who adores anime and manga a little too much and still goes to university. You are nothing but a normal young woman.

“Your lordship…Your lordship is called Naobito Zenin, my Lady”, he stutters.

“And my brother’s name is Naoya, huh?”, you huff out.

This has to be a bad joke, right? What is this man, a stand-up comedian, maybe? You cross your arms in front of your chest, force your body to stop shaking. You need to put this madness to an end right now.

“Yes, exactly my Lady!”, the man in front of you literally cries out in relief while the ground is pulled underneath your feet.

No, nothing about this is right. These men, their names…They are nothing but an invention by Gege Akutami, nothing but drawn figures in a book adapted into an anime. They are nothing but fantasy, nothing but fiction.

“B-But…”

Your voice fails as your mind can’t process anymore. Is it really possible that…You were reincarnated into a world like this?

“Are you causing a scene again, sister?”

You don’t recognize the voice speaking behind you, but something inside you tells you that if you turn around, you will be greeted by…

Cold, sharp brown eyes.

Your very own orbs widen in sheer horror. Those dark green roots, the annoyed look on his face, his tall muscular frame. He looks exactly like the manga made him appear. But instead of wearing a kimono, he is dressed in a black uniform with golden and purple details.

“You’re looking like a fucking prince…”, you breathe out.

“Are you trying to upset me, (y/n)?”

“Master Naoya, the lady doesn’t appear like herself today. Shall I call the doctor?”, the older man speaks with low voice.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

He grabs your chin before you’re able to stop him, his cold glare hitting you with full force.

Naoya just touched you. Fucking Naoya Zenin is standing in front of your very own self, his fingers wrapped around your chin, staring at you so intensely that you feel like fainting any given minute.

“Don’t you dare to mess today’s meeting up because of your weird acting. It took father and I months to arrange a meeting with that lousy prince. Let’s hope that he finds liking in you or else I’ll marry you below your status”, he hisses into your face.

“You can’t just arrange my wedding. Who the hell do you think you are?”, you spit into his face out of instinct.

“All the attention must have gone to your head, (y/n). Who do I think I am? I am your big brother, father’s right hand. And you are nothing but a woman. Your only worth is to marry into a wealthy and influential family. I will never understand why the prince of our country found a liking in you. Apart from a pretty face, you have nothing to offer.”

He yanks your chin away roughly, forces you to take a few steps back and almost sends you onto the floor with the sheer force of his fingertips. Your body quivers in anger, hands balled into fists so tight that your knuckles stand out white.

“I don’t need a prince, I know my own worth you fool!”, you demand.

“Who taught you to talk like this? You are a lady, (y/n). Finally start to act like one or I will tell father about your behaviour. Maybe a venesection will cause your mouth to finally shut, what do you think?”

“A vene-what?”

“Urgh, just be quiet and get yourself ready. You will meet the prince as soon as you are presentable. And don’t you dare to disappoint us”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

And then he’s gone in the wind while you stand in the middle of the room, still unable to catch your shaky breath. Who the hell does this guy think he his? Where exactly are you, what world is this? Your head begins to spin so violently that you fear to lose your balance, your whole life crashing down on you like a house of cards.

This isn’t 2024 on mother earth anymore. This…this is something completely different. And that man who introduced himself as your brother made it all too clear that there’s no way you’ll survive here if you don’t play along. Maybe it’s like in that anime you just watched, the one with the girl names Raeliana. If that’s the case…

“Please call in my maids. I wish to be dressed”, you speak out monotone.

“Of course, Lady (y/n).”

You will play along. But there is no way in hell you’ll let him force you into a marriage with some strange prince you don’t even know. Your eyes are fixated on themselves, the new lavender color gleaming back at you being so unknown as well as all those women who scurry around you.

Who is this prince, anyway? If you’re really in some strange jujutsu kaisen verse, it must be another character. Maybe Geto…Oh, that would be nice. But what if it’s Sukuna? You shake your head, haunt away your stinging imagination. No, you won’t marry the king of curses. Actually, there aren’t many men you’d like as your husband.

How is this supposed to turn out good?

-at the salon-

You feel like fainting any given minute, heart pounding so roughly against your well-dressed ribcage that every beat sends a shiver down your spine. If the man standing in front of you isn’t called Geto or Nanami, you don’t want him. And apart from that…Aren’t you too young to marry anyway? Why does your family want to get rid of you so badly?

“It is so nice to finally meet you in person, Lady (y/n).”

Your heart drops to the floor.

That voice.

Fuck. It’s no doubt that it’s him.

“Let me introduce myself properly: I’m Prince Satoru, the future king of Avaloria.”

The second your brother steps aside, you get greeted by bright blue eyes and a cheeky grin.

This is Gojo Satoru, that “hot guy with the blindfold”, one of the last men you’d like to marry even if he’s dressed in a fine suit with red and blue details. Out of instinct, you cross your arms in front of your chest, narrow eyes staring him into the ground. You will never understand the hype behind his smile and eyes when it’s all too clear that he’s a player, a womanizer. A man like Gojo Satoru isn’t the husband you were imagining, not the man you were looking for since you were a child.

“I’m not marrying that man”, you announce into the silence of the room.

Soo, this was the very first chapter of my new series and it makes me beyond excited! So please, if you enjoyed it, it would make me beyond happy if you like/comment/reblog that work of mine and let me know what you think. Thank you guys so much for your constant support, it means the world 🤍

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[otakubimbo]

Checkmate.

MafiaBoss Sukuna x F!Reader

You had a routine. You had a life. You had plans. Is your association with someone you hate going to change everything for you?

Sticky: I was asked to make it into a series so this is the prequel to this! It will be an on going series. I don't know how many chapters yet.

UPDATED STICKY: hi yes, you may be seeing this thinking 'OB this definitely doesn't look like what you wrote before.' and you would be right, i hated it so i changed it. Sorry, love yall, bye T-T

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The activity at the Zenin compound was raising suspicion from their enemies, especially their biggest one The King of Curses. The two yakuza families had been cordial for the most part through the decades, but lately, the hot-headed Naoya Zenin was pushing his way into the King of Curses territory and that would not do, not at all. So, on top of the brazen acts by the end of that family, the activity coming from the compound DAILY was raising all alarms for Ryomen Sukuna.  And the activity? It was you, coming in and out the front gates of the compound almost daily, always bringing something with you, always leaving without anything. The biggest issue, no one had any information on you and yet you were casually coming in and out of the compound as if you were an important member of the Zenin’s. The King of Curses needed to know your role with them and how to use it to his advantage to get Naoya out of his hair for good.

That’s what led to one of the King of Curses disgruntled underlings following you around for the last two weeks. Nothing you did was of interest; you were actually quite boring. Your day consisted of leaving your condo with a bag of who knows what to the Zenin compound, spending a few hours there, and leaving to go to the park not far from the compound to play chess? With old people? It was strange, and then after that, you would leave after seemingly beating every old man who would sit with you and play to go to a café or library to work away at something on your computer.

Sukuna’s face was twisted into a scowl as he read over the report of your day.

“What the fuck is this?” His voice made the men under his command shrink into themselves and back down.

“Sir, that’s all we have. That’s all she does.” One of them spoke up not meeting Sukuna’s glare. The man before them flexes his fingers in an attempt to quell his rage from snapping either of their necks.

“Do you at least have a name; do you have anything?”

The silence from their lack of response was louder than anything they could have said. Sukuna crumbles the report in his hand, balling his fist and banging it against the sturdy wooden desk. He had to think of something. There had to be something he could think of because surprisingly enough despite how arrogant and boisterous Naoya was, the boy kept his circle tight and private. Nothing that the boy doesn’t want out, never gets out. You truly seemed nothing of interest but then no one and he knew NO ONE was allowed to freely walk in and out of that compound so casually without significance. Also, there was something about you that he couldn’t figure out and it was driving him almost insane. He had seen videos in the reports he was being sent of you and the way you walked and carried yourself had him in thought. In thought of what? He really didn’t know but he knew he needed to figure out what your connections with all of this were. Just before he was truly about to lose his temper, he did have an idea. After all, you were a woman so this should at least get a little information out of you.

“Bring me Fushiguro .”

Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro, was one of Sukuna’s subordinates who would be considered a ‘ladies man’ and you were a lady. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book. He would use Toji to sway you into giving up some type of information or at the very least gain a bit of your trust to get you here to interrogate that wouldn’t draw any suspicions from the Zenin’s. It was a good plan that has worked on more than one occasion. Well, that was what Sukuna assumed until Toji actually met you.

There you were, right on schedule, as usual, laughing at the older man who sat across from you. It seemed that you had been beating him at a round of chess and the old man was being grumpy about it. Toji walked up with his casual nonchalant attitude toward the bench you were sitting on.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Toji commented as he walked up to you. You look up at him, a slight scowl on your face that he wasn’t expecting. Women usually fawn over him always immediately, but you looked almost disgusted. The glares he was getting from the older men around you didn’t help his circumstance either.

“Did you need something?” Your tone is annoyed as you glare up at him. He chuckles at your hostility. That made you scowl even more; you really didn’t want to be bothered by this man especially one as seemingly cocky and self-assured as this one.

“I’ve seen you here at the park a few times and wanted to get your name.” He lied and he could tell you knew it was a lie by the way your eyes narrowed at him.

You roll your eyes, sighing going back to making a move on the board in front of you, “Well I haven’t seen you before so I would prefer not to acquaint myself with you.”

Toji could tell this was going to be a lost cause on his part. Sukuna was not going to be happy about this in the least bit but there wasn’t anything else he could do, your body language told him everything he needed to know. He raised his hands in defeat and apologized for bothering you, heading back to the car parked around the corner. If Toji was a man who didn’t value his life, he would tell the King that he should give up on seeing what you know unless he just wanted to kidnap and torture you. You didn’t seem like the kind of girl to just give in to anything easily, and these soft plans would be a waste of everyone’s time.  But Toji was a man who did value his life at least a little, so he just planned to tell him exactly what happened and that you weren’t interested in speaking to him in the least bit.

Sukuna was frustrated with Tojis report, he couldn’t help but shoot one of the lackeys he had in the room. He didn’t kill him, maybe, but this was getting on his nerves quickly. The King’s attempt at trying to be subtle for once was getting him nowhere and it was pissing him off.

You knew you had been being watched for weeks now; it was almost obvious with the way that the same men kept appearing around the same time every day. They weren’t really good at this, it seemed to you. It didn’t concern you that much though, you understood why you may have been followed but you didn’t have any information of value. Naoya allowed you into the Zenin compound and he was never shy about what he did for a living or the type of man that he was. He didn’t value you as a person, so he allowed you to go and come as you pleased, which you were grateful for. He was a man who such self-assurance, such bravado, such misogyny that he didn’t find any value in hiding anything from you or your cousin that he made his wife. Your cousin, more of a sister to you than anything, was unfortunately the now wife of Naoya Zenin and the only reason you would EVER visit his compound. You hated every single second you spent in that space, but you did it for your cousin. She was trapped in these walls and unable to go anywhere unless it was with the end of the clan himself. The only thing that man allowed was for you to see her and you took that, making it almost your job to visit her every day in order to keep her sanity. You would bring her breakfast, books, snacks, or whatever you have found that could make sure she felt connected with the outside world and connected with something else besides the Zenin’s.

Every day you had almost the same schedule, visiting your cousin for a few hours, discussing the past day’s events and anything that you had brought over. Then you would go over to this beautiful park and play chess with the elders there, they adored you so much even if you beat them every time. After that, you would go off to either the library, a café, or anywhere that you could get back to work on your dissertation. That was the reason you had so much time to visit your cousin and make sure she was alright; you were working on your dissertation and that was the only thing that truly required your focus. You came from a wealthy family that was similar to the zenin’s in the way that there was no value to a woman besides being a bride. Luckily for you, your parents had agreed to allow you to finish any education before marrying you off just like your cousin. Which is why you are currently working on your Ph.D. in comparative literature. You had hoped to continue down the path of education hoping that if you elongate your studies, your parents will focus more on your brothers and forget about you. You hoped.

It had been a while since you had been followed and since your last encounter with that handsome but strange man who attempted to flirt with you for whatever reason that you completely forgot about those interactions. This is why the confusion on your face was felt by the elders that you usually play chess with as you walk to your park in the spot where you play to see them laughing and playing with someone else who isn’t you. It took you WEEKS to have them allow you to play and now here sat a man in YOUR spot playing with them as they laugh and smile at the man.

There in your place sat a man you knew you had never seen before. There sat the King of Curses himself, Ryomen Sukuna.

[esggs]

Obeisance to the Arrow - Noritoshi Kamo

#2 - The Ring Ceremony

[noritoshi kamo, 12 is engaged to his bride, 7. gojo satoru says hi.]

tw: forced marriage, child marriage (yes I'll age my characters up, let's have the angst for now), angst, Zenin clan being Zenin clan, noritoshi x reader, no use of 'y/n', fluff a bit, no smut.

#1 - Omiai #3 - Menarche

Growth happens sporadically. For example, you had not grown much in the first eight years of your life. Not much reason to, really. Your cursed technique became clear surprisingly early, at about 3 years of age, and since then you had lived the proper Zenin life. One of abundance, joy and familial love. If you said you wanted that cake, or that flower, or this or that, you had it in your hand immediately. Your father even talked about you being the clan head someday, impossible as it sounded to you. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t know anything about the flip side of it. Your dearest cousins Maki and Mai weren’t as special as you, you noticed. Nor was your mother as important as your father, in fact no aunty or grandma were as important as their husbands. But you were special. Surely you were.

There had been talks about your powers recently, before the Kamos visited you. Your family, the whole horde of them, would test you. It wasn’t very difficult. Curses would be brought out and you would have to use Distillation to choose the best cursed weapon to kill them. You would be shown a missing person report, you had to figure out where the person was. A funner game was the Maze Game, where Grandpa Naobito would leave you in a maze, or labyrinth, or anywhere you didn’t really know, and you would have to find your way out. Compared to school, this was actually more exciting to do. Especially the praise you would get afterwards from everyone. The prodigy of the family. The princess of the castle. 

You, idiot child you were, never really wondered how your family would react if you had happened to fail the tests. You never failed. You never disappointed. 

So it was quite sobering to be sitting in the Pit of Punishment after your attempt to run away. A failed attempt. You were disappointing both yourself and the Zenin clan. 

Naoya Zenin was lounging near the door, not actually letting the curses eat you – just enough to scare you. It was working. You were fucking terrified really, but somehow your cousin being there allowed you to not piss your pants. Naoya was a kind man. 

Mai. Mai come save me. Please. Nii-chan, please come, I can't move. Maki, mother, father, grandpa, please help me. someone, please, help me out.

“Really, little Zenin- oh, should I call you Kamo now?” He laughed. “Is this any way for a lady to behave?”

I’m 8, idiot. What lady are you talking about? 

Was it the ten minutes you spent in the pit, or the past two months of lady-training (as you called it), that made you grow up so fast? Somehow, after your marriage was fixed, handling tea-sets and cooking tamagoyaki became insanely important. But the worst was the lessons on womanly etiquette, on the ways of wifely manners, behaviours and duties. Unlike you, Maki and Mai were free to do as they liked, talk about being sorcerers and travelling to America. Not even they helped you, no one did. Hence came the plan Run-Away-From-Home. You got surprisingly far actually. Distillation was great for this: you could see every lapse in your home security, everything that you needed to carry, every route you should take. You had made it to the Kyoto train station before your family could get a hold of you. 

No longer were you a precious child, but you never really were, were you? You were nothing more than a lucky asset to have. The Zenin clan did not hesitate to earn the returns on you as soon as possible. Unfortunately soon. You are eight.

Naoya walks down the steps into the Pit where you lay curled in a foetal position and prods you with his finger. “Up, Kamo-chan” He grins, “Back to your chambers”. The curses melt away into the darkness. 

The days go by in a blur. Obedience, subservience, wifely duties, be agreeable, be quiet, be attentive, the domain of the kitchen and bedroom, marriage, husband, Noritoshi Kamo. You want to drive a machete through that man’s chest. He’s the cause of all this, yes, it’s all his fault. Now that your marriage has been fixed (and a bride price of 60 million yen wrestled from the Kamo clan) there isn’t actually any care or concern for your previously much praised cursed technique. When you think about it, it isn’t really great in any way, is it? Distillation allows the user to understand everything within the span of their eyesight. Every question answered, every mystery solved, the cloudy waters distilled – as long as you can see it. You suppose Sherlock Holmes would love this power, but you are fated to be a wife and mother, nothing more. Maybe it’ll help you find the broom closet faster. The days and months are all plagued by the same thing: Noritoshi Kamo.

—- 

Satoru Gojo walks about the lavishly decorated garden. Megumi would’ve liked the food, he muses, his stark white mop reflecting sunlight over the heads of the celebrating crowd. A Kamo-Zenin engagement, and all the festivities that came with it. Ah, the celebrations of higher-ups, nothing gets them happier than child marriage. Thank fuck I saved Megumi. He didn’t have much choice in attending this. As the Gojo clan head, there are some things you must do, regardless of personal feelings. To not rock the boat. To keep the status quo as it is. 

The ring ceremony is over, bride-to-be and groom-to-be having identical rings on their hands now, and they have retired back into the inner chambers of the Kamo estate. Blood Manipulation and Distillation? Satoru smiled, worth a visit. 

Satoru Gojo wasn’t expecting any resistance from anyone, because A. he’s Satoru Gojo and B. he wasn’t technically doing anything wrong per se, it’s just that people distrusted his movies meeting the young couple. For good measure, what if I teach the kids the concept of free will?

He found the two sitting by themselves on a veranda, apologising to each other about the marriage. Clearly, people were too busy merry-making to notice the runaway pair. Besides, where would they even run away to? There is nowhere to go. Satoru frowned. They’re too young to be behaving like this. 

“Ah, young love!” He happily startled the two with his sudden appearance, “Do you two turtle-doves have space for a dashing older brother like me?”

They did not return his wide grin and wider arms. Satoru watched as recognition clicked onto both their faces (your father had shown you two a picture of Satoru Gojo and told you to avoid him). The Kamo boy, a lean young man of 12, got up slowly and bowed to him, welcoming him with such formal words. The Zenin bride, a literal child of maybe 8, nodded her head, trying to quickly hide her tears. She said nothing, seemingly hiding behind her brand-new fiancé. 

Satoru laughed at the sight. One day I’ll grind down these motherfucking old ass clans who do this shit to kids, I swear to myself. “Scared of me, little brat?” The poor child, look at her. “Aren’t you the sorcerer with the immense Distillation technique?” 

You glance up at him, eyes still watery. Gojo Satoru is startling to look at. Shocking white hair, a full head taller than most people, blindfolded in broad daylight, the palest skin on his handsome features. And his abounding cursed energy, it stuns (and maybe scares) you. The blindfold doesn’t stop much, his gaze can be felt searing into your skin. There is nothing you can do. Helpless, pitiful, sold like sheep by your own family. And yet– 

“Immense?” 

“Aren’t you the one with all the answers? A prophet of sorts, no?”

What? In all your life, you had never thought of things like that– Could you? Were you?

“Her technique is brilliant, Gojo-sama.” Noritoshi lends a hand. “The way I understand it, a bit like your Six Eyes, yes?”

And before you could remember your wifely training, you found yourself contesting him. “Not really, the Six Eyes help him see, in the physical sense. I understand things that aren’t there really. For example, Gojo-sama can see me through my wataboshi, I am certain, but I can see Gojo-sama’s thoughts on this wedding.” Despite everything, you can't not be you.

Satoru claps his hands together, “Perfect explanation, even though that was a bit creepy” He laughs. “Can you really hear my thoughts?” 

“I’m not sure”

“Try–”

Cursed Technique: Distillation

The crowds outside suddenly falls quiet, so do the other two in your room. There is no movement, no sound, no thought except for yours. Satoru Gojo’s formal shirt is from Junya Watanabe’s recent Summer Collection. His molars hurt because he ate too much daifuku at the dessert station. He disapproves of your marriage, but this is a hill that he cannot die on. He’s had some meaty ginger chicken packed from lunch for his adopted son, Megumi Fushiguro. He thinks Noritoshi is too tall and too mature for his age. He truly is impressed to see your technique. He thinks this is all nonsense, and that you are a child, and that you should enjoy your youth to the fullest as a young girl, not as a wife. He promises that no matter what, he will arrange for you to attend Jujutsu Tech School. 

—--

Satoru Gojo left soon after. After a long time, you saw hope in your future.

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[A/N: honestly i recently binged the whole manga, i cant cross chapter 210 ish, a beloved character of mine seems to face imminent death, im just not ready for it. plus im procrastinating on an assignment, a viva voce test, 300+ pages of reading and a research project due this month, so have at my random burst of energy

do lemme know if u like it, or if i can make any changes? like chapter's too long, or my writing is a bit unclear, id love to hear feedback :)) ]

[abbyslev]

crazy- toji fushiguro x reader

SFW

a/n: if you guys want a part two i’ll be so down to do it!! love this sm. don’t mind any spelling errors, i’m tipsy writing this lolol

toji would curse shiu as long as he lived. bringing him to a bar? this fancy? one drink was over $13.

“how much longer of this crap?” toji stared down at shiu, fixing his rented suit. it was last minute, and though it fit him, he wasn’t used to wearing fancy crap like this. “it’s common courtesy to let the show finish before we socialize, fushiguro.” shiu teased, smoking his cigarette.

shiu had to meet up with some higher ups, dragging toji along since he’d be doing the real dirty work. toji denied at first, as this bar was meant for crazy rich people who had nothing better to do.

his eyes met the stage, where a beautiful woman in a black, skin tight gown held into a mic, singing. her beautiful, deep voice rang in his ears. he could give less shits about the music, but more so the woman amongst him. your long, beautiful curled hair. the smokey eye that made your beautiful eyes glint in the dim light, the used ashtray on the stool beside you, the red manicured nails, everything about you made him crazy.

“don’t eat her with your eyes, fushiguro.” shiu chuckled. “who’s she?” toji didn’t dare to move his eyes from you. “don’t know her name, but she’s a real eye candy. she’s here every weekend. real charming voice, too.” shiu lit a second cigarette. “go offer her a drink.” he added.

-

not long after you, another woman joined the stage. after a few quiet “thank you’s.” and polite bows, you left the stage.

toji had lost you in the crowd for a moment. he stood up, fixing his suit. “going to find her?” shiu smirked. “shut it, asshole.” toji huffed, making his way to the bar. he felt out of place, such a strong tall man, a serial killer, a gambler, mixed in with rich assholes who’d spit on him if they knew what he did and where he had come from.

“one yamazaki shot, please!” you waved down your favorite bartender. “make that two.” toji appeared from behind you. you turned around, eyes meeting the tall man’s eyes. you were used to men buying you drinks, trying to talk to you, even trying to slip money in your top. but for some reason, this man gave you a new feeling.

toji pulled out a stool for you, taking your hand as he helped you up. he took the chair next to you, watching as you took down your shot. he did the same, keeping his face from twisting up. expensive definitely doesn’t mean good.

“my names fushiguro. what’s yours?” “kamodo.” oh, rich family. of course. “no, not that kamodo. i couldn’t even dream of being part of that family.” you laugh as you see his eyes widen at your surname. “i was about to say.” toji smiled. “you have a beautiful voice, doll.” he complimented. “thank you, i appreciate you.” you giggle, setting your hands in your lap.

“i took you more of a vodka girl, maybe even sake. but whiskey?” he flirts, eyes your beautiful features. “what can i say? stuff gets boring around here, but expensive doesn’t mean good.” you look up at the colorful bar. “took two words right out of my mouth.”

“you from here?” he tilted his head. “no, i’m from tokyo, but business brought me down here.” sorcerer business. not that you were in it anymore. truth is, you came from the rich side of the sorcerer family, but the other half of your family was just a rich surname who lived normal lives. so, rich in both worlds. you hated saying it. you dropped sorcery after your sister had died from it. you were done protecting people.

“and you?” “i just float around, not really sure what i’m doing here tonight.” toji shrugged. “your buddy brought you here?” you looked at shiu, who was shaking a man’s hand. you order another round, slipping a cigarette from a golden case in your purse. “want one?” “i don’t smoke.” he shook his head. he took down the shot, watching as you did the same.

“gentlemen, aye?” “just looking out for myself.” “smart. your buddy over there, i wonder how many packs he goes through.” you inhale the warm air, exhaling into the air. toji stared at your collarbones, his imagination running wild.

“he doesn’t give a shit about his health.” “who does? i mean, we are at bar.” you laugh. you heel bumped his leg. both of you ignored it, continuing your conversation.

after plenty more shots and many cigarettes, you two were interrupted by tojis cellphone. “sorry, have to answer this.” he shook his head. you waved him off, stretching your back. it was mostly hushed whispers. “i’ll be home in an hour, the latest, just make sure he goes to bed, alright? and tell him to put them up.” toji hung up the phone, shaking his head.

“what? your kids being bad or something?” you laughed jokingly. “yeah, little brats being bad.” he put his phone up. “wait, you have kids?”

oh, how he fucked up.

why would a young woman like you ever get with a man with kids? he wasn’t ashamed of them, he was afraid of scaring you away. looking like a whore.

“yeah, two. ones from my wife’s previous marriage.” “you have a wife?” god, he just couldn’t make it worse, could he? “sorry, i have a bad habit of calling her my wife. she passed away a couple years ago during my sons birth. just so used to calling her that.” he gave up, just spitting out the truth.

“oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to overstep.” “no, i made it sound like i was an unfaithful man. i promise i’m not.” he mumbled. “it’s okay, i believe you. i know a lot of these men are cheaters. but you seem like an honest guy.” you gave him a smile.

“what are you waiting for?” you lean forward. “huh?” he snapped out of his trance. “show me those little shits! i wanna see!” you nudge his elbow. he felt a weight come off his chest. he scooted closer to you, opening his gallery. it was full of pictures of the two.

“this is tsumiki, and this is megumi.” “blessing.” you murmur. “yeah, i named him.” “he looks just like you.” you smile. “this is him on his first day of school.” he swiped to see a very snotty kid, looking like he could kick some ass. he swiped, showing megumi with a black and white dog. you recognized them. shikigami.

he was a sorcerer. toji kept rambling, assuming you had no idea what a curse was. or a sorcerer, or anything of that matter. you finally notice the man soften up.

“hey you two, time to wrap it up.” you hear a loud clap. shiu had his hand on tojis shoulder, pulling him off the stool. “oh, don’t be so cruel to the man.” you giggle. “it’s time for me to get goin, i promised those brats i’d be home earlier.” he helped you down from your chair. “hold on.” you dug in your purse, before pulling out a black pen.

you take his hand, feeling him stiffen. you wrote your number on the back of his hand, writing your full name under. he softened up after he watched what you were doing. you took his face, pressing a kiss on his cheek. “i’ll see you around, fushiguro. and tell those brats i said hey.” you waved at him, disappearing in the back.

“got yourself a date?” shiu teased. “yeah, i guess i do.”

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

what would megumi’s life have been if he was actually raised by the zenin from day one? like either gojo lost the custody battle or they were able to scoop him up before gojo ever reached them. i doubt they would want to keep tsumiki with them so she’s not there for little baby megs.

i think it would be really cool to see a zenin raised megumi interacting with his fellow classmates when he attends the school, not to mention the contrast between him and gojo. like on paper they both should have gotten the same treatment-being pampered and spoiled rotten but we also know that the zenin think that hurting little kids makes them stronger so it would be super interesting to see megumi realise that the stuff that happened to him wasn’t normal and for gojo to have a guilt trip bc he wasn’t able to help megumi when he needed someone to help him the most.

So I have a fanfic that I’ve half written (no idea if I’ll ever finish it—I’d love to, it’s just hard to find the time) about EXACTLY THAT that I talked about in this post for an ask game.

That being said, that entire thing happens from Tsumiki’s perspective, and I agree with you—I don’t think the Zenin would have ever actually taken her too. They don’t want her. She’s not Zenin. She’s not a sorcerer. They only bought Megumi. For the most part, Megumi is absent from that post, and you asked about Megumi. So this is what I think would happen on Megumi's side of that post I linked.

It comes down to two things:

1. He is never, ever happy with the Zenin.

2. He never lets go of his sister.

Megumi’s old enough to remember Tsumiki when the Zenin take him away. He's old enough to love her. And I think that Megumi loves very quietly, but he also loves very violently. He wouldn't let his sister hold his hand on the walk to school, but he would sacrifice himself for her future.

I think the Zenin took him from his sister, and I think he kicked and screamed and wasn't strong enough. I think they thought he would forget her eventually.

And then I think he bit most of the Zenin Clan.

At the end of the day, what Megumi wanted was the one thing the Zenin were not willing to give him. They were never like the Gojo clan, they were never going to pamper him, but there are a great many things in this world that they would give the Ten Shadows finally returned to them. But they would not give him a non-sorcerer, non-Zenin sister who would only be a weakness to him. They refused to let him have any contact with his sister, and that was the source of a lot of what soured.

Any Megumi that was taken in by the Zenin would have been taken in to Naobito's household directly. He would be announced as the one who finally inherited their most cherished technique, and he would be declared heir, and the Zenin would call him beloved for it.

They would keep him in a room that was large and empty and almost always dark, and he wouldn't be allowed to decide when he slept or woke, and the door would always be locked from the outside. They would give him a wardrobe of expensive clothes that he hated, and he would never get to pick which of them he wore.

Megumi would hate them. He would hate all of them.

He's just not the type to be comfortable with or enjoy the adoration of others--especially when it's not backed up by genuine love. Megumi is someone who very much values sincerity and depth to emotion--it's one of the reasons why he seems to respect Yuuji so much. Yuuji is a good person who follows through with what he says. He's not just going to talk about wanting to save people--he's there making the sacrifices as he does it.

The Zenin do not actually love him. And he knows it. He's experienced love before, and this isn't it.

They love the idea of him. The fantasy of him that lives in their heads. He has no interest in being their little god prince to contend with the Gojo's own. He knows who he is, and it's not this. He wants to go home. He wants to find his sister again. He doesn't want to do this anymore.

And I think that's a feeling Megumi never escape: he just didn't want to do this anymore.

Megumi would feel like a bug pinned beneath glass in the Zenin compound. He would constantly have people managing him--when he ate, what he ate, what he wore, when he slept, when he woke, when he trained, what he did. Having to become a jujutsu sorcerer signified an inherent loss of control, but it's nothing compared to the sheer objectification that he goes through when the Zenin have exclusive control over him.

He has no power of what clothes he wears. How his hair is styled. His schedule, his diet, the people he speaks too--he's suffocating and the Zenin are just increasing pressure on him.

I don't think Gojo ever thought that would be Megumi's life.

We’re gonna just have this imagining exist in the same world as the Tsumiki centric fic described in the linked post, and in that, the reason why Gojo never took him in was because he didn’t know Megumi had a sister. He showed up, saw the divine dogs, realized Megumi had the Ten Shadows, and decided he couldn’t do this. He was a mess. He was grieving Suguru and Haibara. Megumi looked just like the man who killed Riko, and apparently inherited the fucking Ten Shadows of all the goddamn things. The Zenin would lose their shit, and Gojo didn’t have the energy to fight and told himself he didn’t need to, because if Megumi was the Ten Shadows he’d be cared for like a prince with the Zenin. He turned around and left and spent the rest of his life with Megumi in the back of his mind, always nagging him with whether he made the right decision. It wasn’t until Maki got there and made a few worrisome references to Megumi's standard of living that he started to really worry that he had made the wrong one, and it wasn't until he found out about Tsumiki that he knew it was the wrong decision.

It's like this: The Zenin hurt Megumi in every world.

It would be bad no matter what, but it really gets bad because Megumi refuses to stop trying to get back to Tsumiki. She's his sister. They didn't have anyone or anything in this world, but they had each other, and he couldn't let these people just take her away. He’s feral about it. He refuses to fit the mold they keep trying to cram him in. He’s trying to scale the walls to escape. He’s increasingly desperate and angry and the Zenin are getting more and more frustrated the longer he fights them. He’s the heir to the clan, and he can’t stop trying to leave it to get back to some random girl who isn’t his real sister and isn’t someone they’ll ever allow him to have.

It gets bad.

They put him under increasingly strict levels of control. He’s constantly being trained, which means he's constantly being hurt. He’s not allowed to speak to anyone without the clan head’s approval. He is under absolutely constant guard after he manages to get over the wall and halfway to his old neighborhood before they catch him again. Tsumiki’s name is not allowed to be said aloud, or his old name. He forgets his name used to be Fushiguro, but he doesn’t forget Tsumiki. He doesn’t let himself.

I think it escalates until it hits a breaking point. Megumi becomes increasingly self-destructive and non-responsive to everything they try. They push him to extremes that start risking permanent damage.

I think Megumi would try to hurt himself, eventually.

He wouldn't be in his right mind. He's in the most shit situation possible. He's undergoing pretty severe abuse. He'd be at the end of his rope from the lack of control over his own life, and he'd be spiteful as hell towards the Zenin. And the only thing he has to hurt them with is himself.

As a character, Megumi has always considered his own sacrifice as an acceptable means to the end of getting back at someone. Mahoraga, intrinsically, requires him killing himself as a way of killing someone else. He'd hurt himself if it was the only way he had of hurting them.

Naobito would cover it up. He'd never, ever want the rest of the clan to find out that it happened. It was already bad enough that Megumi openly hated them--he couldn't have the Zenin seeing any vulnerability in what was meant to be their most powerful member. He'd put Megumi in total lockdown until he could make it all go away.

Then they'd make a deal.

A binding vow. Megumi could never purposefully hurt himself again. He could never again try to leverage his own safety against the clan.

And in exchange, Tsumiki would be taken care of.

The last time Megumi saw his sister, she was on a sinking ship. They were running out of food, money, options--he doesn't know if she even has food anymore. He doesn't know if she lost the apartment or if there's still running water.

They're not letting him see her. But they are letting him take care of her. He can sacrifice another piece of control over himself, and she'll never have to worry about money again. They'll pay for her housing, her food, her education, for her every desire for as long as she lives. The trust the Zenin set up for her will be a generous one, and it will be managed meticulously by a trustee who can make sure she'll be provided for until she's old and grey. And Naobito will vow to never hurt her or send someone else to hurt her. She'll be safe. She'll be taken care of.

Megumi makes the deal.

In the end, the deal's what sort of breaks him.

Because he doesn't promise to stop looking for her, but the Zenin manage to make it a part of the terms anyway. When they approach Tsumiki's mother with the offer to be her family's beneficiary, they include a requirement that Tsumiki be moved to another city entirely with no forwarding address given. She needs to be somewhere that Megumi can never find her again.

The Zenin keep the old apartment. They pay the rent every month. And the next time Megumi manages to make it off compound, they let him make it all the way there before dragging him home. They let him see the empty apartment with all its empty rooms.

Naobito wants him to know that Tsumiki's gone. He wants him to know that he'll never find her again.

He tries to run a few more times after that, but he never makes it very far. He doesn't have anywhere to go.

In the linked post, Megumi finds Tsumiki, just once. She's on a class trip. He's on one of his very few and far between allowed excursions off the compound grounds, and he sees her in the crowd and recognizes her, and he ducks away from his escort before anyone can stop him.

She remembers him. He didn't think she would do that.

She tries to save him. He didn't think she would do that either.

She still loves him. And he was always too afraid to hope she would do that.

It goes the same way it did the first time. There's a car, and the Zenin shove him in it. She's on the outside, and he's trapped within, and he wishes she didn't scream so loudly when it happens. The sound never seems to leave his dreams.

His sister still loves him. Naoya hits him in the back of the head. He wakes up, and it was like she was never there at all.

But they hit him harder, after. Like they're trying to beat the memory of her out of him. He has even less freedom, when he already had next to none at all.

But he still has a sister. He has a place to go that isn't here. He just has to figure out where that is.

He wouldn't really have anyone in the Zenin clan. Most people are just... weird about him. Naoya's violently abusive. Naobito's weird and violently abusive. Everyone wants him to be someone he's not.

Maki would be his favorite.

He doesn't care about whether she's got cursed energy--his sister didn't have any. And she's obviously strong. She doesn't treat him like a divine blessing or try to force him to act a certain way. I think they would have genuinely liked each other, but kept each other at a distance. They're both trapped in an abusive situation and keep themselves safe by keeping everyone else at arm's length.

He would have been happy to see her get out, though. He would have told her that she could have his spot as heir or head or whatever when she came back if she wanted it. She would have told him that if he ever got out... well, fuck it. They could be something then. Family. Whatever the fuck they weren't allowed to be here.

She would have told him she's sorry, and she would have meant it. The only one she she regretted more than Megumi was Maki. He would have told her not to be, that if she dared to be sorry for getting out that he would never forgive her, and he would have meant that too.

I think his relationship with his own techinque would be very different in a world where the Zenin raised him. In canon, his issue is that he doesn't view himself as someone who could be powerful or win in the long run, but in this world, all he ever hears is how powerful he is. Pride of the fucking Zenin. The most powerful of them in centuries. Meant to rival Gojo fucking Satoru himself.

I think his real issue would be controlling it.

His technique would be a source of negative associations for him. It's the reason why the Zenin took him away. Most of his interactions with it have involved getting beaten and hurt by either his family or a high-level curse they shoved him in front of. I think he'd have a lot more firepower under his belt than at the start of canon, but he'd have less of a fine tuned control over it.

He lost control over his own life because of his shadows. It think that would manifest in struggling to control his own shikigami at times. he's not as in-sync with them as he is in canon.

Eventually, he'd go to Jujutsu High. He would be the only one in the first year class at the beginning, just like in canon. And he'd finally meet Gojo Satoru, the man he's supposed to topple.

He looks at Megumi really goddamn weird.

He's... enthusiastic. About. Teaching. He guesses. And constantly asking prying questions about the Zenin, but not in the sort of way he'd expect from a rival. In the sort of way he'd expect from someone concerned about him. Which is stupid. And annoying. And weird. He keeps a distance from everyone. They've all heard about the Zenin clan heir, and he has no interest in having to fit or break whatever mold they've already cast him in. He's better off on his own.

Maki's there. She's cordial where other people can see it, and in private, she takes care of him in a way that's terrifyingly close to familial. He's not sure if he likes it. He's not Mai, and she's not Tsumiki, and they both want someone they can't have.

She isn't sorry she left. She is sorry she left him. He can hate her for it all he goddamn pleases.

Of course, if this is in the same world as the linked post, Megumi finds Tsumiki again. He finds her in Sendai.

He gets to keep her, this time.

Gojo Satoru, of all the goddamn people, intervenes and becomes his sister's benefactor. It's super fucking weird. He won't stop looking at Megumi strangely. He won't stop insisting that he didn't know he had a sister, like that matters.

That would sort of be the first time in a long time that life actually gets better for Megumi.

I think he would ask to go by Fushiguro again, once he asks Tsumiki what his name used to be. He'd ask her if she minded it, him taking the name again, and he'd ask the rest of the school to call him Fushiguro instead of Zenin.

Predictably enough, Naobito loses his shit when he finds out, but it's not nearly as big of a pain in the ass as he thinks it is? Because Gojo intervenes.

Gojo keeps intervening.

It drives Megumi nuts, because if anyone was supposed to hate him, it was this guy. If anyone was supposed to be against him, it was this guy. This is the guy he was supposed to rival. This is the guy who killed his shitheel bio dad.

Gojo's just... good to him. He keeps him safe. He keeps him safe from his own goddamn family, and that's--no one's ever done that. No one's ever protected him from the Zenin.

The Zenin try to remove him from the Tokyo campus and move him to Kyoto the second they find out Tsumiki's there, and Gojo just... says no. It causes an uproar, and he doesn't fucking budge. It's treading dangerously close to him kidnapping the Zenin clan heir, his refusal to let them remove him from the Tokyo campus, and he doesn't care about whatever problems it causes him.

Megumi's his student. He doesn't want to leave. So Gojo won't let them take him.

He personally goes to Kyoto and collects him, the one time the Zenin force him into a car and move him when Gojo's off on a mission. He tells the higher ups to get fucked. He changes Megumi's student I.D. to read Fushiguro, and he causes problems for Yaga and the assistants until they start calling him Fushiguro as well.

Megumi's different with the other students once his sister is there.

He's more connected with them. He becomes best friends with Kugisaki and Itadori. He gets closer with the second years. He's visibly happier, and it sort of casts in sharp contrast how unhappy he was before this.

And Gojo? Gojo's so goddamn sorry. He didn't know megumi had a sister.

The thing is that now that both Tsumiki and Megumi are on campus, it sort of haunts Gojo with what could have been. They're both fantastic kids--funny, smart, resourceful. And it's painful watching them try to rebuild what was taken from them. And it could have just. never happened. Because he could have saved them both. He could have been their family.

It's sort of painfully obvious the Zenin abused Megumi, and it fucking haunts him. He doesn't even have to read into Megumi's behavior--he sees it happen, right in front of him, with how they try to control him and push him around. He wants to kill them for it. He wants to hate himself for it. He could have saved Megumi and he just. He didn't.

He wishes he did.

[jes12321]

Obsessed with the idea of Fushiguro Toji and Gojo Satoru getting into a custody battle for Tsumiki and Megumi aind ending up with the classic MWF with one parent, TRS with the other parent and every other Sunday. Just think it’d be silly.

[noname-nonartist]

“… I don’t want to die…”

Now talk about an epic conclusion to @linkspooky’s fic “The Inugami Family”! It was a rollercoaster of feels, man!

Like it was so good! I love it so much! The last line hits so hard! I highly recommend reading it!

[ambafaerie]

Zenin Clan members who will play a prominent role in Toying Blocks.

[yuesya]

Naoya stares at the tiny, gurgling baby, and makes a face.

“Don’t be like that.”

The young boy makes a ‘tch,’ crossing his arms and looking away. “Whatever, it doesn’t look interesting at all.”

“Use ‘he,’ not ‘it,’ Naoya-kun,” Jinichi says dryly. “Also, that’s your nephew.”

“Yeah, and?” It still didn’t change the fact that this was a small, wriggling little lump of uselessness. Then again, all infants were like that in the beginning, so Naoya wouldn’t hold it against him. Eventually, time would tell if this kid ever developed his own strengths and merits like Toji. Naoya is looking forward to it.

… But for now, the kid is still mind-numbingly boring. Naoya reaches out a hand and cautiously pokes the kid’s cheek.

He gets a wet bubble in response. Gross.

The lady holding the baby –Toji’s wife, Naoya doesn’t remember her name– laughs. “Try not to agitate Megumi, please. I only just managed to get him to settle down this morning”

Naoya blinks, recalling recent memories of a screaming set of twin girls wailing at full volume, and winces. He immediately slinks down, as if that will somehow hide him from the baby’s gaze.

The lady laughs again. Then, with a mischievous light in her eyes, “Want to try holding him?”

Naoya wants to sink into the ground and disappear.

“No thanks,” he mutters. Babies are boring and delicate, and Naoya doesn’t want anything to do with them at all. He’s only here in the first place because this is Toji’s son –possibly Toji’s heir– and he’d gotten curious. Clearly, that’s a mistake on Naoya’s part, though.

… Ugh, he would’ve been better off waiting until the kid was older before swinging around to take a look. Hopefully, he’d grow up to be interesting, and not weak and gutless like some of the other clansmen whom Naoya found an utter disgrace to even share the same bloodline with.

Then again, not everyone can be like Shiki-sama and Toji. Naoya isn’t going to hold it against the kid if he doesn’t inherit a cursed technique, but if he’s weak –then yeah, Naoya is going to hold it against him forever, Toji’s kid be damned.

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Toji was a well-known male adult entertainer. He was known for his videos on the orange and black site as well as his 0nlyf@ns. After all, he was the website's highest paid model. He was recently in Las Vegas where he was invited for a private show which he would be highly paid for.

Within only 2 minutes, all the tickets to his show was sold. His fangirls were surely an another breed. They could pour their entire pocket money/salary on him just to get a glimpse of his body and Toji knew how to take advantage of them.

Within minutes, the hall in which he was supposed to perform gets filled. VIP seats in the front row close to the stage, followed by Gold seats on the 2nd row, Silver seat on the 3rd row and bronze seat at the very back. The price of the tickets were ridiculously expensive but the thirst got the best out of his fans. $1000 for a single bronze seat in which you can only watch him from the very back of the hall? The fans kept on cheering for him tho no matter what. Excited for his appearance and performance.

The man finally comes on stage in his bathrobe, loosely clad to his body, chest out and barely covering his thighs, a cocky grin plastered to his face. He tease his fans by removing only the top half and covering only his lower half earning howls and begs from the crowd. He then turns around and discard the bathrobe and presenting his body with only in a skimpy underwear which covers his c0ck fully but leaves his muscular @ss exposed, 0iled up and holding his cr0tch giving his c0ck a few rübs and squeezes.

He proceeds to hump the stage and then gets up, his c0ck now fully härd peeking out of the underwear. He goes in front of a lucky girl and allows her to take it off him. The crowd cheer as he has a cocky grin on his face loving the attention. He starts w@nking off and hipthrusting the air, flopping his härd 0n loving the reaction of his audience. He then grabs a fle$hlight and starts pleasing himself letting out occasional grünts giving his thirsty fangirls an e@rgasm.

The show continues as the VIP ticket owners get to touch him, grab his t!tties, his c0ck, giving him h@ndj0bs, bl0wj0bs, p!nching his p!erced n!pples, running hands over his hard abs and quads. Needless to say, the man was in heaven even if it was for a brief hour. He wished he could stay like this forever, getting girls to worship his body, pleasuring him. He kept cûmm!ng and having his eyes roll to the back of his loving the touches, occasionally grunting.

The show ends with 2 lucky girls from the VIP 0n t0p of him: one r!dding h!s f@ce and the other riding his c0ck. Once the three are done, the girls are returned back to their seats. Toji once again hümp his 0verst!mulated c0ck on the stage, till he gets one final bl0w and then gets up , asking his fans to take last pictures before he heads to the backstage where another group of girls is waiting him.

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Checkmate

Yukuza Sukuna x F!Reader

Ch 2: Fool's Mate

You and the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna have come face to face with each other. What will you think of him? What does he think of you?

OB Note: Sorry, this has taken so long, I've been going through emotional turmoil while also getting settled into my new job but hopefully we will be on a better schedule. Ask if you would like to be tagged in the next one. Mwah!

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Sukuna realized that if he wanted something done right, he would have to do it himself. There was no way that getting information on or from you would be so difficult, you were just a civilian girl after all. That’s what led him to go to where you play chess with all those old men, he didn’t want to scare you off by approaching you in one of the more secluded spots that you inhabit occasionally.

Even if Toji failed, he knew that he wouldn’t. He was the King of Curses after all, the most feared man in the Japanese underground and incredibly handsome and charming on top of that. Assuming this would be easy when you spot your stall as you approach your usual group. That was until your eyes narrowed and a scowl appeared on your face as if you were disgusted with his appearance. Huh, so this is what Fushiguro meant when he said that you were immediately unimpressed. But he still assumed this would be easy, due to how the old men talked about you.

They spoke as if you were sunlight itself, a delicate flower in the cracks of a city sidewalk. The men referred to you as their ‘sunshine’.

“Hey there sunshine,” His voice smoothed, laced with confidence as you approached the group. He had a lazy smirk on his face as the old men started to goad you into playing a match with him.

This used to be a pastime of his before he became the head of the family, now he didn’t have time for such trivial things as playing a game of chess. It was a game of strategy that required foresight and the ability to make quick decisions. These were important skills to have when you were the head of a yakuza family.  He had already beaten the old men at the table, which won them over quicker than he expected by the reports he got from his men with how standoffish they were with them.

This was going to be easy. He was going to make you comfortable enough with him to tell you everything about that compound you visit every day. He always got what he wanted, and what he wanted was whatever information you had that would stop the damn Zennins from continuing to push into his territory without having to go to an all-out war.

As you sat across from you, you looked irritated at his intrusion but put on a fake smile to appease the uncles you play with daily.  

“Sure, I’ll play him” You respond directly to them not even acknowledging the pink-haired man's presence in front of you. This was your one time to just relax and not have any thoughts but now here comes a man trying to ruin it for you.

He was disgustingly handsome and the tattoos that adorned his face didn’t help with how attractive he already was. Although, he carried himself with a self-assurance that irritated you. Just like a man. But maybe he wasn’t that bad since the uncles let him sit and play, they usually scowl anyone away who tries to join them wanting to keep their ground small but someone he wormed his way into the group and quickly at that.

“I’ll go easy on you sunshine,” He says with that cocky smirk you can see on his face from your peripheral vision, making your eyes immediately roll as you turn to face him not even pretending to put on a fake smile. You scan his face and then the board, trying to decide how to play this would you play the fast and aggressive game to end this early or drag it out to undermine and humiliate him?

As you look up from the board, coming up with a few strategies on how to play this you saw the most annoying cocky smirk on his face as if he was looking down on you. That’s when you made your decision, it was going to be the latter.  A small smile graces your face as you figure out your game plan in your head on how you are going to destroy this man.

There are many misconceptions with the game of chess. Most people think that the best way of attack is to capture as many pieces as one can to allow a checkmate but that’s not true at all because it only takes one piece to check or checkmate your opponent. It is not a numbers game, it’s a game of strategy, it’s a game of knowledge of yourself and the moves of your opponent. And that’s exactly how you crushed the man in front of you.

You allowed him to capture most of your pieces, putting yourself in what he thought was a dangerous position, but that wasn’t the closest thing to the truth. You had moved pieces around the board haphazardly, or so he thought, allowing your pieces to get captured which made him careless leaving several opportunities for you to check and checkmate him. But you didn’t want an easy win, you wanted him to believe he was capable of beating you and then show him how wrong he was and that his confidence was just a facade.

He was so focused on moving his pieces toward your end of the board and capturing yours that he didn’t notice your corning his king. You had him in a position that wouldn’t allow his king to escape you had him in check and in one move in a checkmate but you waited, you would wait until y ou could really crush him. And just as he spoke those words you were waiting to hear faking a dejected look as you were cackling inside.

“Check”

The words slip form his mouth so effortlessly as he sits back, smug in the way he thinks he has you defeated. You take a deep breath in as you look up at him with a sad expression that just increases his smugness.

“So, what’s your next move sunshine?”  confidence was oozing from every single one of his pores as he looks across to you. As you exhale the breath you were holding, a devilish grin spreads on your face and you tongue slides across the bottom of your teeth.  Your hand reaches across the board as you put your queen in the checkmate position towards his king.

“Checkmate. Sunshine” You say as you get up, proud of yourself as you see the confused look on his face as he looks at the board. If he wasn’t such an arrogant jerk this whole game, it would have been slightly attractive how his jaw tightens at the realization that he lost and from his own arrogance.

“Oh and by the way, two things.” You comment as you gather your things to leave. His eyes lock onto you as you look down at him, holding the same breath of confidence and arrogance he held earlier.

“First, I could have checked you after your first two moves, you made the most rookie mistakes in chess. The fool’s mate. Second, don’t call me sunshine.” You huff with a smirk getting ready to walk away before he calls after you. You turn your head over your shoulder, not fully facing him.

“Then what should I call you,” He asks more intrigued with you than he should be.

“Ha,” You chuckle, adjusting your tote on your shoulder, “Nothing, don’t even address me.”

That was the last thing you said to him before you walked off to where he assumed was either that café or the library. Oh you intrigued him, you really did. He never thought that someone like you would be associated with the zennins, they didn’t value women or their opinions.

Especially one not as headstrong as you seemed to be, but maybe they were making expectations, maybe they were changing. You had a brilliant mind for strategy it seemed and a dangerous mouth on you. He needed to know more about you, he needed to understand how your mind worked, he needed you. For the purpose of undermining the zennins of course, that was the only reason he was so interested in you. The only reason.

[jujutsukaisen-deathsgripau]

Makoto up until the culling games arc

She despises Naoya.

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 93 - Anatomy

w/c - 7,175

“Sati??”, Elska freezes in place and turns her head to the northeast, automatically directed towards Gojo’s enacted domain. “What is he doing out there?”, she means to only think as her breath hastens with portending uncertainty. She cannot see through the wall but her senses conclude that her sweet Satoru is allowing his power to surge with grandiloquence against another.

“Didn’t he go outside with Choso?”, Toji pulls up his pants while thinking to her, ‘We better go round up those two up.’. He’d rather give in to Naoya’s request of becoming presentable over dealing with his nagging. Toji’s eyes dart to the pathetic sack of shit still on the floor, this new bodyguard that seems about as helpful as wet toilet paper. ‘Hmm?’, Toji distrustfully narrows his eyes on Orao as he swears for the slightest second he saw an entirely too wicked of an expression tucked in the shadow of his curly bowed head. Toji’s immediately disturbed by this and with his instincts taking over, stomps over to the man and raises him to his knees by the collar while yelling, “JUST WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”. There again, lies the glimpse of a duplicitous expression that leaves Toji to believe that there’s something incredibly deceitful about this man. Those hazel eyes flared with all the hatred safely tucked behind Orao’s lips and despite it lasting for only a second, Toji’s positive of what he saw. How does he prove it though?

Orao feels tempted to challenge the giant out of pure malice and with the arrogance of pride. ‘Who the fuck am I?’, he monologues viciously, ‘WHO THE FUCK AM I?!’. If it weren’t for the Zenin father taking spot number 1 on his shit list, he’d gladly retaliate against the massive turned at the cost of his life by this point. One can only chew so much without teeth.

Elska snaps her head back to her beloved and growls, “Leave him be…”, as she strains to study the strange twists of energies stemming from the forest, “We can deal with him later.”. The bodyguard rubs her the wrong way too but she’s aware of how they’re stuck with him for the time being and plus, her mind is elsewhere right now.

‘Sati.’.

“Doll, are you fucking serious?”, Toji practically spits on Orao as he jerks him a few inches higher, aggravated by her lack of caution. Pulling him closer, Toji bears his fangs and mutters, “Show that defiance on your face again and I’ll slice it off, you fucking freak.”, now dropping the bodyguard to the floor. “God damn Elders…”, he curses under his breath until a new wave of awe inspiring energy spears through the air. He hears the door open, figuring it was Naoya coming back to freak out about something else. Toji stops mid movement while pulling his shirt over his head and has to take a second before he can calculate that this rush of malevolent energy is actually Sukuna’s. ‘Shit.’, the realization that Gojo may be caught up in a nasty fight compelling his limbs to move faster, “Doll? I’ll go and check it out.”, he orients towards her direction, “Stay here with-…”, he silences after noticing that she left completely, only Orao sitting to his knees, “SHIT.”.

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“Annaoya!!”, Yuuta grins widely and opens his arms upon walking into the foyer and seeing the Zenin waiting. His eyes dart past the door leading more into the house as he hones into Elska’s energy that tells him her, Toji and one more reside inside. ‘Do I finally get to meet her now?’, he wonders as he approaches closer to the unsuspecting Zenin. Yuuta’s quick to slickly step aside and snare Naoya into a headlock before entrapping him with a curse infused noogie.

“AHH! YOU TWAT!!”, Naoya struggles to raise his hands high enough to protect his scalp from Yuuta’s knuckles, “You’re such a fucking diiiick!”. There’s no saving his hair or dignity, “Come on!”.

Yuuta chuckles, “Don’t talk to your bestie like that, man! Where’s the love?”, elated to find that Naoya’s personality seems the same. He has his own concerns in this regard.

“I’ll shove some love right up your ass if you don’t back off!!”

Yuuta releases the Zenin, wiping tears from his eyes, “My ass huh?”, he cracks up, “I heard you changed a little but DAMN.”.

Naoya brushes fingers through his hair while whispering, “Oh I changed alright!”, he snickers, “You might want to watch out, I bite now.”, flashing his forming fangs and red glowing eyes with humor-fueled superiority. “Might just drink all of your blood…depends on my mood”, tilting his chin up in a haughty manner. His attempt at appearing villainous must have been successful because Okkotsu stares back at him, speechless.

In reality, Yuuta’s reeling over the most recent fight in which caused Maki her scars. Only a few  within the clans are even aware of this event because of its nature but this is the exact reason he decided to meet with Naoya in person. He needed to see with his own eyes, make the comparisons, he needed to understand better. When he views Naoya’s new attributes, Yuuta isn’t frightened in the slightest but the uncanny reminder of what happened recently scorches into his mind as their attackers bore the same characteristics. “Naoya...I have to talk to you about Maki…”.

“I’ll fucking bite her ass too!”, Naoya proceeds with his faux mastermind voice, “Take a nice little chomp from the chip on her shoulder!”, laughing as he’s actually enjoying this little farce. “And Zenin blood is special you know!”, smiling pridefully.

“Naoya, I’m serious. She’ll be here any minute now…”.

“Good! I’m fucking hungry!”. Naoya cackles deeply but veils his immaturity when he picks up on the lack of amusement from Yuuta, “Why is it only ok for you guys to torture me!?”. The air becomes heavy when Sukuna’s domain effects casts through their space as well, dispelling the awkwardness that had become their conversation. Naoya wheezes sharply when the immensity of the King of Curses can be felt permeating through everything, “Why...is he out?”.

“Gojo-sensei can handle it.”, Yuuta’s eyes never having left Naoya, even as he senses Elska slipping out and away from the building, “Please, listen to me.”. Finally, he can tell that Naoya has set aside the bad guy role he created to hear what he has to say so Yuuta begins, “There are others like your girlfriend, like you…other turned that are invading but they do not belong to your rumored beauty.”.

Naoya’s brow angles, “What do you mean?”. He tries to play it off like that’s not possible but with the inevitable clash with Gaia nearing, this news strikes trepidation into the Zenin’s heart. He instantly brings Elska to his thoughts and his lungs sink to the prospect of his pregnant betrothed being in harms way. It does something to him; poisons his kindness, depletes his patience, multiplies his anxieties. “Tell me.”.

“Maki received a mission while we were…”, Yuuta’s face reddens slightly, “Hanging out so I tagged along not really thinking I would be needed.”, smirking as he saturates himself in how hot Maki is when she fights. “We had to fly to America which was weird from the start because they should have their own shaman right?”, Yuuta waits for the conclusive nod from Naoya for emphasis, “But because that was so weird, we decided it was worth investigating anyways.”.

Naoya draws a hand to his chin, trying his best to ignore Sukuna’s domain so he can take in the account being explained. Maki being called to overseas territory is indeed strange because that is typically Yuuta’s job and Naoya knows this. ‘Did the King make his move?’, the possibility making his stomach twist into knots.

“We were flown in by their military and taken directly to an underground bunker that held most of their officials over night. It was very secretive and I was only granted access to join her because of my connections.”. Yuuta knows that’s a big kicker there since all shaman branches operate autonomously of the government and only big wigs are blessed with the knowledge of shaman society all together. The curiosity plaguing Naoya’s features assures Yuuta that he’s already trying to piece the puzzle. Yuuta shouldn’t have been able to gain clearance regardless of his status with them.

Naoya chirps up, hesitantly, “So did they call on her to join forces with the American branch or what? What are you telling me, Yuuta?”. This doesn’t seem like the worst idea really. It would be new, messy maybe but joining forces with other branches may very well be in everyone’s best interest with whats to come.

Okkotsu sighs heavily, drawing his dark eyes to the floor briefly before aiming them back at the Zenin, “Not exactly.”.

“Well what the fuck?! Spit it out!”.

Yuuta’s ambiguous eyes taper to Naoya, “The American branch... every single shaman in that country was killed.”. He gives the Zenin a second to internalize the severity of that statement before stating, “They brought us in to save their asses since they couldn’t contain the issue.”, and blows his bangs out of his face, “I wish we’d never gone.”.  

Every country has their own branch. Every country has their responsibilities. Every country has their own weight to carry in terms of defense.

But a major country has failed.

Naoya stumbles back a step as if Yuuta’s words were cursed speech, “So…”, he stammers, “These other turned...the ones that are not Elska’s…”.

“Yes.”, Yuuta’s tone somber, stifled. It takes a second but Naoya’s soon rushing to find out, “WHAT HAPPENED TO MAKI!?”, dread bleaching his skin as the blonde explains, “I just spoke to her!?”.

Maki walks through the door, having heard enough to understand what was being discussed and chimes, “I lost.”. Her hands insecurely wrap around her arms, “There’s no way I could’ve won.”.

Naoya’s eyes glue to his younger cousin and tear up as they take in her mutilation, a broken, “Ma-ki”, falling from his lips. “Why are you-…”, he begins to ask but is unable to form the words that would help him understand why she’s not on bed rest. Overcome with grief, Naoya doesn’t even hesitate to express compassion.

Never in her entire life has Naoya Zenin been so gentle. She stands there, stunned while Naoya’s arms engulf her, his breath coating her ears with concern. She can’t even hug him back, or doesn’t think to until he cashes out a sob over her current state. Her eyes befall Yuuta’s who’s sweetly soften to the scene before she allows herself a second to finally express her own sorrows over the aftermath. She’s kept it together until this point but seeing Nobara was also rather emotional.

“So that’s why you were so hard on me to prepare for the ceremony…”, Naoya lays his cheek against the top of Maki’s head, “You couldn’t do it yourself because of the mission…”. He regrets having pawned off his responsibilities and even more so how he didn’t even hold his part of the weight,   “I had no idea…”, he squeezes her tightly, “Maki…”.

Yuuta softly adds, “We were severely outnumbered, Naoya. I’ve never seen anything like it, not even with curse surges.”. His memories replay now. He can still see the way the skies seemed alive as black wings clogged the clouds, the darkness above breathing as said wings flapped. They moved in synchronization, trained to the tee, imitating cyclones as hundreds of the winged beasts spiraled down towards them only seconds after they’d exited to the surface. “There’s way to many of them…”, he adds with desolation.

They were swarmed.

Maki held her own fiercely and would’ve been fine but there were simply too many of them. Yuuta became overwhelmed too, compacted into the concrete below by the sheer force of collision and was forced to listen to Maki’s screams as she was being torn apart. “You can only cut so many at a time…”, Yuuta shudders as the sounds of her tearing flesh fill his ears. His gaze becomes aimless as the taste of self-revulsion putrefies in his throat. He’d almost lost Maki, and so easily at that.

“We have a problem Naoya…”, Maki sniffles, attempting to mask her own vulnerability, pulling away to make eye contact. The Naoya before her is now one that is so fierce, she’s not even sure she knows who he is anymore.

“Yes we do.”, he says while cupping both sides of her face, emotion bleeding from his eyes, “I will have to destroy them for what they’ve done to you.”, the message delivered with luminescent maroon eyes and offensive fangs. He registers Maki’s astonishment and kisses her forehead while continuing with, “No matter what, we are family and I love you as such. I’m so sorry that I let this happen to you.”.

She’s so shocked that she can’t even respond. Her tough exterior crumbles and leaves her wondering if Naoya has always had the capability of being so decent and further wonders why he’d wait so long to let it be so. ‘Is it because of this Elska girl?’, she asks herself while Naoya’s sympathy spills over. She knows that’s why though and although Naoya should’ve been able to find these more desirable traits on his own, Maki is gratified to further witness the changes within the Zenin. A slight smirk reaches her face as she envisions the new direction the clan will take with him at the helm. The smile disappears though as she iterates to herself, ‘That’s if we survive…’. Yuuta’s hand rubbing her back brings her back to the current and this is when she comprehends that she never finished explaining and is relieved when Okkotsu reveals the rest.

“I kind of already destroyed them…”, Yuuta kicks a foot out with tense remorse, “I couldn’t even control myself.”, he shrugs his shoulders as if he truly can’t explain but his eyes float to Maki, “I snapped.”. He wishes he could’ve returned the relief Naoya sent to him via expression but there’s no feeling good about reporting the next bit.

Naoya looks at them both, feeling how off they are as he waits for the hat to fall, “And why isn’t that a good thing?”. He takes a step back as if the wall to his right would help support whatever was about to be dished, “They were clearly an issue for the American branch and we have no way of knowing if they were even aware of turned existence. They may have been blindsided but you showed our strength by stepping in.”. Naoya places a hand on Yuuta’s shoulder before explaining, “I wish you two wouldn’t have been placed in that predicament, but Yuuta?”, he asks, “I’m grateful you were there with her.”.

Maki straightens herself up with a fierce display of ownership, “I would’ve died if Yuuta hadn’t done what he did…”, she defends, “And quite frankly, the Americans waited too long to inform other branches…”.

Naoya’s breath ceases as he leans into the conversation because their apprehension is complete displacing, “I don’t understand, why are you acting like you’ve done something wrong?”, Naoya raises a brow, “What happened, you guys?”.

“I released Rika.”, Yuuta’s tone cold and lamentable.

Naoya slowly turns his wide eyes to his friend knowing exactly how gruesome that likely became. Rika is incredibly dangerous and unpredictable in terms outside of Yuuta and much like Itadori, had to vow to servitude with a no questions asked firing policy. The firing actually equating to death. Naoya darts his view to Maki, now wondering if Rika has anything to do with Maki’s maiming, holding his breath because that could get ugly as fuck with the elders. With himself as well.

“When she came out…”, Maki quietly proceeds, “She surrendered more of her power than usual to pour through Yuuta and was roughly the tantamount of a thermonuclear bomb.”. She turns her sight away, “Rika actually protected me from the blast…”, a heartwarming bend taking over her lips prior to the onslaught of ramifications they’re all about to imagine.  “And this doesn’t make sense! How did the Americans get so bad off before finally asking for help? Why were we called in secret?! And why weren’t there reinforcements?!”.

When Naoya fails to say anything in response, Yuuta steps in to fill the blanks, “The real problem here is, all of the American officials succumbed to the explosion and I feel its only a matter of time before its traced back to us.”. Yuuta stares stoically, wanting nothing more than to say this is a terrible joke, “Other branches won’t understand if they’ve not seen them for themselves…”, he mutters, “I mean...how could they?”.

“Hooo what the fuck…”, Naoya takes a deep breath while trying ease his rattling mind for what that could mean in their near future. Politically, this is a fucking nightmare. Would America retaliate? Can they if all those head honchos are dead? Naoya looks up to them both with heavy eyes but has returning to him, even heavier ones so he decides to figure that all out shortly. “Don’t sweat it guys, I will take care of it if anything becomes of this.”, smiling genuinely, wanting to quell their worries. As the next head of the one of the top 3 clans, Naoya will at least have a third of the influence necessary to spare his loved ones and figures with Gojo’s help, they can somehow work through this. Maybe.

Possibly.

This is bad.

“I won’t let anything happen to you two, I don’t give a fuck about what that means for me either. I will protect you.”, Naoya ends this will a formidable nod to further convey to them both that nothing or no one will be allowed to hurt them.

“Why do you have to be so nice all of the sudden?”, Maki blinks with an emotive smile, one that sends a tear streaming down her cheek, “Made this so much harder!”. She slugs her cousin one good time but with that same arm, throws it around his shoulder to whisper, “Thank you, Naoya…”.

Looking over her scars once more, Naoya reaches out to grab Maki’s wrist to examine, “The blast caused these scars?”, eyes morose and flickering with sensitivity. He glances to Yuuta when the powerful shaman’s presence disfigures and finds himself twitching at the thought of Okkotsu actually being to blame.

“I did what I could with my healing capabilities but she was running out of time. They took flesh from her Naoya...she was bleeding so much.”, Yuuta’s heart visibly breaking again in front of them all as he alone relives her agonizing screams he solely caused to save her life. “I had to cauterize the worst wounds with my energy…”. He observes the depressing expression being worn by the Zenin those amber eyes jolt to Maki, “Which is why she bears these marks today.”.

“Jesus fuck…”, Naoya’s lids overflow with fluid, his hand raised to his mouth to muffle the tiny whines leaving his throat. He now completely understands just how broken Yuuta must be over this for he too has been in a similar situation; Naoya will always carry the guilt over Elska’s wing. To heave such a burden around is to dance in quicksand. It’s like a cloak of helplessness.

Yuuta breaks the silence, “This showed me how weak I am.”.

“No. Stop right there.”, Naoya interjects, “I’m well aware of what they are capable of, this isn’t either of your faults...”, Naoya verbally trails off, grimacing as he recalls the day of the Titer attack; what they did to Toji. “They...no we...have a nature that is unnatural.”.

Yuuta scoffs, “You’re nothing like them.”, turning away as he can’t even bring himself to compare his friends to those beasts, “Not you, not Gojo or Nanami… you’re different from them.”

Naoya looks up to stretch his neck, “That asshole of a king couldn’t wait a few more days!?”, but swiftly changes his tune after realizing that may have not made sense to them, nor does he want to expand on it. “And honestly, Yuuta? You’d be surprised by how similar we are.”. Naoya’s certain that if they’d seen the way he attacked Nanami earlier, they’d be guarded around him as well.

Okkotsu narrows his eyes, ready to begin this part of the discussion, “And you’d be surprised by how much the Elders agree.”.

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‘I should’ve grabbed a jacket…’, Elska berates herself between shivers with folded arms trekking towards the forest, “Or any clothes, really.”. She’d run if she thought she could but her stiffness born of this grotesque winter morning allows her only to power walk in fear of awkward footing. “Sati…”, she whimpers worriedly while each step brings her closer to the dank suppression of Sukuna’s domain.  

Choso watches from the trees above as Elska approaches. He’s so busy adoring her that he doesn’t initially realize that she’s freezing to death. With his old tiny acquaintance nestled in his hair, the being dives down towards her.

Elska’s surprise shackles through a defensive burst of her own energy when Choso thumps down behind her, “My hybrid! You scared-…”, she clears her throat, “What is going on out here? Where is Sati?!”. She’s somewhat frantic in her questioning until her eyes register the tiny worm burrowed in his locks. “Wormy!”. Her hands fold out excitedly as she waits for the cursed noodle to shimmy up her arm. It shrills loudly and the sound could honestly burst eardrums but she also has come to learn that this is how Wormy expresses itself. “You must miss Toji terribly! What are you even doing out here you poor thing?!”, she exclaims while wrapping it affectionately into her robe.

“When Toji used himself to shield us during Satoru’s awakening, Wormy got ejected as the attack bore through.”, Choso explains while adjusting its spiky hairs catching in the cloth.

Elska hugs the tiny creature and murmurs, “That long?!”, culpable with her lack of awareness while she nestles it into her bossom.

“Yea, but its ok!”, Choso smiles warmly before scooping his hand behind her waist, “We’ll take him back to Toji and everything will be fine.”. He can’t help himself when gazing down into her lightly dashed eyes, his obsession riles the deepest of needs regarding her. After he moves in for the kiss, he feels a sting across his throat and grabs it with confusion.

“Bad Wormy!”, Elska reprimands the little curse until all seven of its wiry hairs relax back against its skin, “We don’t hurt friends and my hybrid is our friend!”.

“It’s alright, it’s probably being territorial because of Toji.”, Choso laughs it off for he’s truly not upset about the nibble. What bothers him is he didn’t know it was coming. Nothing should be a surprise anymore.

Nothing.

“No, no...it’s old enough to know better…”.

Pulling him from this current issue, the being finds himself merely watching Elska rearing the curse as if it were a child. His eyes drop to the earth beneath them as he tells himself, ‘She’s a natural…’, the sentence warming and vexing him alike. His heart begins to crack again. He knew she would be but, ‘I guess knowing doesn’t always help.’.

Elska shrieks when the ground rumbles under their feet and directs her attention to the forest once more, ���What is going on, my hybrid? Where is Sati?!”.

Choso giggles softly while gently reaching for her hands to elucidate, “Sukuna and Gojo are just testing each other out, I wouldn’t worry.”. He’s captivated by her how the warm orange glow of the rising sun shades her skin, pulling her close for an embrace that heats him more than any gas giant. He fails to recognize the irritation in her demeanor and blindly falls into a one-sided trance of romance.

“Testing each other?”, she snarls in her hybrid’s arms as she’d really been afraid there for a minute. She came out here to freeze for nothing. “That’s it.”. Suddenly, absent of apprehension, she’s furiously dragging Choso deeper into the woods while explaining, “We have to get back and get ready for my prince’s ceremony. We don’t have time for this!”, more pissed off that she was made to believe something was wrong.

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Gojo wades carefully through the shallow, blood-stained marsh, “Don’t be such a chicken shit!”, demanding that Sukuna show himself. He can’t deny the intense pressure his every inch feels while lurking through the domain and acknowledges the outstanding strength radiating from its enclosure. Usually, because of the range Sukuna’s domain has, which is fearsome in comparison to any other domain-bearing being, no one of this day and age has ever seen it. That was one stipulation for Yuuji’s life to continue on, for him to have control over this and every other aspect of the curse that inhabits him. It’s pretty exhilarating to Satoru and if he’s being transparent, he feels honored beyond normal means for witnessing what ancient accounts in old text can only describe. He comprehends that Choso must be barricading the vast domain and even makes out that Choso intended for this meeting to occur. ‘He’s something else…’, Satoru thinks to himself as he’s still washed in guilt over everything he just came to know about Genghis, about their looming war with against the King. ‘Cuhtli, huh?’,  he ponders on this whole situation deeply for it’s all so mind-boggling that surely, its normal to be drowning in hows, whats or whys. Perhaps that’s why this is the perfect time to seek out answers to questions he can actually obtain though, such as what is up with Sukuna’s dicks? ‘I just want to see how they’re laid out!’, he tells himself while comparing the possibilities of Sukuna’s anatomy. ‘Are they side by side? One above the other?’, Satoru asks no one while trudging his legs through the slime. He pauses for a moment, amused beyond delight as he snickers to himself for going this far just to feed his curiosity over the rumored two-cocked man.

‘I don’t get him at all…’, Sukuna peers from the background, scratching his chin while observing the openly childish way Satoru kicks through the swamp. It’s obvious that the whitened shaman is enjoying himself, even appearing to be thrilled from entering this space. “He acts nothing like a man who is about die from castration.”. The mere memory of feeling Gojo’s ball sack on his face riddles him with unbriddled wrath.

“Why are you being such a cunt?”, Gojo smiles with two-toned glowing eyes, “I just want a peek, quit hiding the goods!”. He puts his hands in his pockets, ‘This will get him…’, laughing antagonistically, “I’ll let you feel my faaa-aaaaangs!”.

Sukuna frowns with a grunt, appalled by the insinuation in Satoru’s mischievous voice while reiterating to himself, “I’ve always questioned this one’s sanity…”. He leans forward, low to the ground, steadying all four palms to increase his force, “Let’s see how you feel about this one, six-eyes.”.

“Oh Suuuuukuuuuun-…”, Gojo flies off his feet and parts the marsh with his body as its flung through it; the thick, red murky film enveloping him as soon as the liquid’s resistance slows his thrashing. He tries to heave in air but instead swallows copious amounts of the vile fluid layering the bone-pricked pits and gags to the rotten taste. He dry heaves, “So-fucking…”, burps, “GROSS.”. Satoru shakes his head lightly, ‘That was a pretty hard hit…’, admitting to himself with a weak smile as he pushes from the gooey sand beneath to lift his head into air once more. “Godddddd…”, he whines to his newest injuries, placing a feathered hand over the right side of his rib cage, wincing once applying pressure. “This is going to be so worth it though!”, he shouts with anticipation once he imagines Elska nursing him back to health with her essence and to ensure this, he repels the induction of his reverse technique. Sukuna’s laughter echoes again and this has become somewhat of an annoyance to him because its an indicator that the King of Curses may continue attacking from the shadows. ‘He still views me as a possible threat…’, the thought, persuading him to try a different route. With his hands in the air, Satoru begins, “Look man, I just want to ask you some questions. Stop fucking hiding from me! Shit’s important!”. When there’s no reaction at all, Gojo groans and begins scraping the sludge away from his bare body with a pout, “More like King of Weenies.”.

“Do you ever shut up?”, Sukuna sends a chain to wrap around Satoru’s neck and hoists the kicking man into the air. Cackling wildly, he manifests four more to restrain the shaman’s limbs and with open, celebratory arms, rejoices, “HAAA! What have you to say now? Can’t be his favorite if you’re dead!”. Gojo proceeds to flail and conjure noises of struggle, all of which brings Sukuna to confidently state, “Looks like I’ll be having the wench after all!”, increasing the constriction of his chains.

“I-I-gshhhhh”.

Entertained, Sukuna puts his top left hand to his ear, “Huh? What was that?”, pretending to care enough to listen, “I can’t understand what you were saying, try speaking up.”.

Gojo glares the best he can with suffocating eyes but flashes them downward to the curse’s robes, and thinks, ‘Gotta get those...off…’. His vision pulsates to the rhythm of his heartbeat, but his view remains dancing around to visually consume how monstrous Sukuna truly is. ‘He’s so fucking big. Like way too big in height and mass in general, and those arms...they’re huge!’. Again, Satoru tries to communicate that he’s merely allowing Sukuna to get this close but its no use, he can’t even speak.

Asphyxiation sounds exude Gojo but they’re so deep and diaphragmatic that Sukuna decides to loosen his grip, not wanting this to end so pathetically. “Will you still not give up, shaman?”, he asks with a tone so howling and low, the vibration creates chunky ripples across the swamp. Satoru only offers a discolored, puffy smile as he heaves in what air he can.

“I wasn’t choking…”, Gojo rests his head to the back of the chain around his throat, giving him enough airway to at last breathe again, “Think you’re so-”, he coughs, “Tough.”.

“I can’t fucking stand you.”, Sukuna sends a right hook across Satoru’s face. It was a regular hit but with the amount of sheer force Sukuna’s large body can deliver, it dazed the shaman for a second. “Suppose you’re not bleeding right now either?”, he smites with annoyance as the blood pours from Gojo’s busted nose.

Satoru spits out blood, whimpers quietly but then raises his head to meet Sukuna’s eyes with that infamous grin, “Nope!”.

“GODS! JUST DIE THEN!”, Sukuna opens all of his arms and increases his focus for one of his favorites, live draw and quartering.

Gojo instantly feels the debilitating agony of his body being pulled from five different angles and attempts to combat the motions with pure strength alone.

“Ahhh yes…”, Sukuna leans in with a girthy grin, “You have physical strength but…”, his eyes blare a bright, demonic red, “It will do you no good when those muscles are no longer innervated with a brain.”. He now narrows his eyes and takes a moment to appreciate the ways in which Gojo contorts and slowly increases the constriction again. Hovering inches away from his face to drink in the hilarity of the squirming shaman, Sukuna taunts, “Tsk, tsk. It’s a shame this world fears you for it shows how worthless everyone else is.”.

“SATIIIII!”.

Sukuna turns his head in time to notice Elska forming her lightning but is only able to deflect it because of his domain. He huffs angrily, insulted by her attack when he was doing all this work in order to gain access to her. “WENCH!”, he barks at the tops of his lungs as he searches for her energy.

Gojo, steadily drifting closer to unconsciousness marks his biggest mistake while his floating eyes steals blurred glimpses of his love. He’s never been in a situation where he didn’t have full control of his abilities aside from being sealed. You’d think that with his checkered past, he would’ve at least experimented with erotic asphyxiation at some point but he was always the one applying pressure. “L-ve…”, he mouths, ‘I fucked up again…’. There’s no way for him to have known that he wouldn’t be able to activate his infinity if his brain lost enough oxygen but the technique is extensive.

Elska hears the broken thought, sending her into overdrive. She doesn’t understand why Satoru is in such bad shape or how he could’ve been so easily beaten but she sets this all aside as she urgently lifts into the air. She screams his name but Gojo has now become unresponsive.

Sukuna closes his eyes while she flies above, “Why don’t you come on down?”, and uses the eyes of all the skulls surrounding them to find her exact vantage point. When he opens them, his arms outstretch as she’s caught out of the air by his chains and snatched into his hold.

It was all so fast that she didn’t even have time to internalize his movements. She’s obviously well aware of domains favoring the user but Sukuna’s realm is different. He’s so big and the entire landscape of his mind is one huge trap, this only being fully understood when her feet drag through the swamp. Elska attempts to wiggle from his grasp but this only seems to prompt Sukuna to stern his body. He rolls her into his chest as they ascend a few stairs, how many? She doesn’t know.

“I won you fair and square.”, he seethes once pivoting to sit in his throne, “Sit with me now, wench.”. He maneuvers the chains binding her so that she can straddle his lap, moaning under his breath even as she resists their pull. It’s quite attractive, how fiery she is.

“Yuuji!!”, Elska pleads with strain in her voice, “HELP US, PLEASE!”. She waits for a sign that Itadori is surfacing but to her disappointment, nothing in his stalking expression changes. Her head falls forward, frustrated with how much she underestimated the curse, desperate to at least get Satoru out of there. Wormy goes on the offensive and expands in size to try and swallow the chains but this instantly courses her with dread, “Run!!!”, she hollers to it’s anxious eyes, “GET OUT OF HERE!”. Her breath stills the moment Sukuna’s enormous hand smacks the curse across the swamp, “NO!”.

When she starts to cry, Sukuna turns away and grinds his teeth. Manhandling Elska is proving be far less entertaining than his squabble with Gojo and this epiphany reminds him that its because even he can develop feelings. He grumbles nothing in particular but looks back to her tear-stained face and briskly demands, “Why are you bawling in my lap, wench?”. He expected some sort of response but her face becomes blanketed in confusion initially, causing him to wonder if she even heard what he said. He tries again, slower, “Why...are you...bawling...in my lap?”. In his defense, he doesn’t know how to converse in a healthy manner.

“Wh-what?”, Elska inhales shakily but then glares at his audacity while trying to figure out if he’s fucking with her or not, “ARE YOU SERIOUS!?”.

Sukuna studies her eyes as they rage into glow, the words, “Release my beloved.”, creeping out of her in such a lowly tone, he’s taken aback. He lifts his chin, “Ohhhh…”, pointing with it behind her, “The six-eyes shaman…”. He laughs to her scorned features but cordially bows his head to relinquish the chains that were assigned to Gojo.

The damp, wet kurplunk echoing from areas she can’t gain a visual on matched with the softened stare from Sukuna himself tells of how he really let Satoru go. Sukuna sits there, eyeing her with anticipation but she’s unsure of what to do; she didn’t think it would be as easy as asking.

Oddly charmed by her stupor, Sukuna gently tugs on the chain around her neck, drawing her closer. She gasps almost silently but doesn’t act alarmed; she seems more nervous than anything. “Hmmm…”, he hums while supporting her chin with a finger, “That’s not what I expected…”, he speaks more to himself as she searches him for an explanation.

As she begins to ask what he means by that, her voice is hushed by his own lips. Throat-caged sounds of distress become her but the more she struggles, the more he uses his mass to annihilate her escape. Hands and metal can be felt everywhere; cold, hot there’s no telling what is which. His unusually soft moans poise her with rigidity for she’s unsure of why he’s being as tender as he is.

Sukuna pulls away, eyes half lidded and telling of his desire. When their gazes meet again, he’s stricken cold by how flushed her expression has become. She tries to remain vigilant about making it seem as though she’s fouled by his attempts but that glossy eyed glare isn’t fooling him in the slightest. One of his right hands traces down to her neck where he surprises himself by his need to merely graze her skin. How could this be enough?

Elska yanks her body upwards, aiming for escape but she fails miserably. She winces when he abruptly stands up with her but is further dumbfounded when he simply lowers her back into his throne.  She trains her eyes to him, watching for the slightest inclination of his attacking but Sukuna lowers to his knees in front of her.

“Listen wench.”, he commands while placing all of his hands along her knees, “We’ve played our little game long enough, wouldn’t you agree?”.

“Suku-…”.

“Enough.”, he sacrificed a hand gracing her legs so he could cover her mouth, “The answer is, yes. Now open your legs.”.

Elska feels the rage flow through her and instinctively bites into the pads of his hand, spitting the essence out to prevent ingestion. No man other than her turned is allowed to make such demands and she’ll be damned if she gives in to this monster’s request.

Sukuna folds forward, lingering over her while he recovers from the wonderfully fleeting bliss. He doesn’t care if he bleeds, not if it means suffering that ecstasy to get there. “Elska…”, he groans while sitting back up, “You will give yourself to me.”.

‘No...don’t...please…’, Elska turns away the best she can while Sukuna pries her legs apart, a shrill scream resounding from the depths of her soul once he succeeds. His eyes and the way he visually inspects her feels entirely too invasive but its not as if she can get away. Even with all of her strength and power, the futile struggle against Sukuna is doing nothing but expending what energy she has left.

“Gods…”, he stammers in astonishment, “So this is the body of one who can endure me…”. He dips his head down, between her thighs to lick his way to physical salvation, “Such tiny little holes though. I suppose I have no choice.”.

Elska yelps when Sukuna shrinks in size, more resembling Itadori’s build again though his four arms remain and unfortunately for her, so do his two large erections. Still though, she’s left wordless to his display of concern for her well-being; or so that’s what it seemed like anyways. It’s hard to tell since he literally has her chained into place against her will. When he dives back down to taste her, Elska searches behind him to lay eyes Satoru, ‘Where is he?!’.

“You ballsy fucking cunt…”.

Elska’s eyes dart open to find a badly beaten Gojo reaching down for Sukuna’s head, his eyes wild with a feverish glow. “Sati!!”.

An enormous rampage of light blue energy bleaches out the murky domain with it’s intensity before completely dissolving the Malevolent Shrine that once cased them in. Elska falls about a foot before soft warm arms catch her.

“I’ve got you, yolotli.”, he smiles warmly and heals her scratches, “Satoru is alright too.”. He lifts her to her feet to show off how impressive Gojo’s fury can be. Choso also extends an arm out to the left and shoots energy in that direction before saying, “Wormy is fine too.”.

“You stupid fuck!”, Gojo initiates his red technique into Sukuna’s back, burning him badly, “I should fucking take one of your dicks as a prize!”. He launches his blue technique, one that simmers even more than the first, “STAY THE FUCK DOWN.”, but Sukuna sways back to his feet.

“Worthless…”, the curse wipes his mouth while orienting to lay eyes on Elska only to instead see Choso scowling right back. He punches a tree next to him, decimating the entire trunk and letting it crash to the ground, “CUHTLI, WHAT THE FUCK!?”. He’s perplexed by this betrayal.

Choso holds Elska closer but expresses, “I told you how it had to be and you ignored me.”. He twitches when Gojo nails Sukuna directly with another blue but remains adamant, “Now you will deal with consequences.”.

“You bitch!”, Sukuna growls before getting slammed face down back into the dirt, Gojo digging his toes into the curses head. ‘I will murder every last one of them…’, sanctioning his mind with the worst types of revenge.

Gojo, all while enjoying some of this vicious payback, staves off his need to crush the fucker’s skull in when he notices Sukuna’s second set of arms evaporating. He needs to pin the curse down in order to strip him before the evidence is lost as well but against his wishes, Sukuna refuses to stay down, “I’m not going home empty handed!”. A familiar galvanizing sensation looms overhead but Satoru recognizes it immediately so he jumps back and chuckles out, “Looks like I won’t be! It’s nice to have friends!”. Sukuna’s disgruntled face turns up as if to also investigate the new presence but he’s not even allowed a scream before the depressing gravity pummels him flat into the Earth.

“Suguru!!”, Elska cheerily calls for her Titer as he saunters from the trees into view next to Satoru in the barren areas that survived the domains. He gives her a quick wink but asks Gojo something. Whatever the answer or question was, Getou’s face morphs into disgust as if he wished he’d never mentioned before his attention is back on her. She smiles and thinks to him, ‘My Titer, thank y-…”, halting mid-sentence to instead mouth, “What the hell is Sati doing?!”. She watches him, squints even to make sure she’s not seeing things but at the time of her acceptance to his rummaging through Sukuna’s robe, she blasted with something far more concerning.

“HAHA!”, Gojo cheers in all of his nudity, “One’s above the other!”.

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Been going through your asks about your fanfics, which I enjoyed reading. I do wish I have a tumblr account now so I can like those posts.

Moving on, I have a question about your future Zenin Massacre Arc fic if you don’t mind me asking.

In your fic, will Mai still make the Split Soul Katana? I’m assuming so, since it would be a pretty decent weapon for her to use to defend Maki while they are in the pit. But would that also be very damaging to Mai as well though, correct?

In canon, she died while trying to make the weapon due to her wounds. Would this mean that in your fic Mai will die due to the same reasons? Or will you allow Mai to still be standing for a bit afterwards to defend Maki, and the she parish due to blood loss?

Thanks, I'm glad you enjoy reading my asks about my fanfics as much as I enjoy making them. I also like talking about the power system in Jujutsu Kaisen so this is fun.

In this version of events Mai will still make the Split Soul Katana. It just won't kill her. As I stated before in a previous post Mai is going to die by physical means rather than draining herself of all cursed energy. Two reasons why, number one because they don't share cursed energy in this fic so Mai dying wouldn't change anything about Maki's strength. The second because Mai's intention wasn't really to sacrifice herself for Maki, she wanted them both to live but she wasn't strong enough to fend off the curses in the curse pits. This has the added bonus trauma of Maki watching Mai's throat ripped out while her body is essentially paralyzed from her injuries. Mai doesn't die of lack of cursed energy she just bleeds to death from a fatal wound inflicted by a curse.

It would be damaging to Mai to create an entire weapon yes, but I think what really causes Mai's downfall in this scenario is that if she had been training all of her life and trying to develop her ability she would be able to use that, and the weapon to defend Maki when Maki wasn't able to fight anymore. It's really like a "why didn't I work hard instead of complaining and making excuses all this time, I could have been stronger the moment Maki really needed me?" I'm not trying to play good victim bad victim though because the tragedy of Mai's death really comes as a result of both of their flaws. Maki is paralyzed because she thought going into the Zen'in clan alone was a good idea. Her greatest flaw is she always insists on fighting alone. Mai isn't strong enough to protect her sister the one moment she needs her the most and dies because she's "weak". Even if she comes back from the dead, it's something that will make Mai's self blame even worse.

Mai will be standing for a bit afterwards to defend Maki yes, but she's more or less going to be eaten by a cursed spirit right in front of Maki. In gory detail. Right for Maki to see. For the simple reason that she's not strong enough to exercise them. The wounds that summoning the split soul katana on her body, and the wounds Ogi gave her doesn't really help that situation either, but it's not what kills her the cursed spirits do. Mai also creates the Split-Soul Katana, but due to her lack of knowledge of all things Jujutsu she has literally no idea how to use it.

"It ignores the hardness of everything, and cuts the soul directly, but in order to use it as its full potential, the wielder must have a pair of eyes that can see the souls of inanimate objects."

Mai can see cursed spirits, but you could argue that because of her habit of looking away from cursed spirits in terror all of her life, and her unwillingness to develop her abilities as a Jujutsu Sorcerer she has no idea how to properly use the weapon she just made. She essentially is trying to use a level 1000 sword at level 1, and it's useless. A kitchen knife would have been a better tool to defend herself.

After Maki watches her sister die, she experiences a hallucination of Mai on the beach, bidding her to destroy everything. This isn't what really happened because Mai's dead on the floor, this is just Maki's brain conjuring a hallucination to give her the motivation to move again. I have a different idea of how Maki can unlock Toji's strength as well. Basically, Maki would have become as strong as Toji she just needed to wait until adulthood for her body to develop to handle the strain of Toji's heavenly restriction. More or less she is at the equivalent of Toji's level of strength at her age, she's just trying to develop too much strength too fast. Maki after Mai's death, then basically invokes a binding vow on herself. It's similiar to Gon using his nen to unlock his full potential too early. Maki uses a binding vow to unlock her full strength, and the consequence of the vow is to be determined at a later date. This is what gives her the strength to start moving her body again and overcome everyone in the Zen'in, and she picks up the Split Soul Katana and uses that as her weapon. Maki also is just a little bit delusional after her revenge spree, and genuinely believes that Mia's spirit is in the katana, the same way that Rika haunted Yuta as a vengeful curse for years after the fact of her death.