Serendipity

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Friends

I wore a long, red elegant evening dress with a fluffy white jacket on my shoulders. Mikoto couldn't keep his eyes off me or the dress. "Red has always looked good on you y'know" he mentions. In response I gave him a warm smile, Mikoto loved the colour red and it did look good on me. He's seen me kill curses using flame techniques too.

"Charlotte?" a blonde questions. "Seiri and Izumo too! Hi guys" I greet excitedly. We enjoyed the night, making each other laugh and drinking many beverages. It was a really calming night for me, after the incidents with my parents. It was refreshing to see some old friends.

Mikoto slowly caressed my hand. "What's wrong, Charlotte?" he questions softly. "It's nothing, my brain just drifted off somewhere else". Of course it was a lie, I didn't want to ruin the mood by talking about my personal issues. "You can talk to me whenever you'd like, okay?" he mentions. "Okay" I respond with a smile.

I didn't plan on taking his advice, it makes me feel like a huge burden to carry. I shouldn't even dare to bore others with my own problems.

Nanami's Pov

Gojo dragged me all the way to Beijing because Charlotte wasn't answering his calls. I get that he's worried about her but travelling all the way to China is a bit of a stretch.

"Found her, she's in a nearby bar" Gojo announces before dragging me to the bar. Why me? We walked into the bar and the first thing we saw was Charlotte holding a redheads hand. What did I just get into? My chest felt weird, it pained a little, but why would I honestly care about her holding someone's hand.

Why does it hurt a little? The way he looks at her is so loving and kind. Why does it somehow affect me? She turned her head and her eyes lit up when she saw Gojo and I.

Charlotte's Pov

I felt a little excited when I saw Satoru and Nanami but why were they here? I excused myself and walked up to them. "Why the hell are you two here?" I whisper-shouted. "Because you didn't answer any of my calls, I called you 97 times" he mentions. 97? Why do you need to call someone that much?

"Well I don't have my phone with me right now" I explain. "I spammed you with text messages too," he adds. What have I gotten myself into? "Anyways I'll explain later right now I'm busy as you can see, and please don't go flirting with the girl I'm with or else I'll kill you" I beg with a sadistic grin.

"Yes ma'am" Gojo responds. "Nanami, what's wrong? You look a little hurt" I mentioned. He gave me a quick glance before looking away. "I'm just a little tired, that's all" he responds. "You should rest. Satoru, why'd you force him to come with you?" I question, hitting the back of his head.

"Ow, he wanted to see you," Gojo whined. Nanami wanted to see me? Did I hear that right?! "Well right now isn't the best time we can talk later if that's okay with you" I suggest. Nanami was in a trance when he looked at me, that was strange behaviour coming from him.

"Seiri, Mikoto, Izumo, meet my friends Nanami and Gojo" I introduce. "So this is the white haired idiot you talked about," Mikoto mentions. "Yes" I nod my head, like come on, it wasn't a lie. I went to stand by Mikoto, "These are my old friends. I met them when I used to live in China" I stated.

Nanami was probably the only one who didn't know I lived in China. The six of us chatted a little before I decided it's best for me to go home. "I can escort you home, it's not safe for females to walk alone at night," Mikoto suggests, intertwining my hand with his. "Sure," I responded.

Nanami opened his mouth to say something but didn't say a word. I decided it would be best to stay in a hotel rather than the clan's household. "Hey, Mikoto, I really had fun tonight. We should hang out sometime again" I mentioned. "Sure" he responds, I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a quick hug then entered the hotel.

"She really is gorgeous" he muttered before walking away. After a refreshing shower, I changed into a black hotel robe. I sat on the balcony with a cigarette between my fingers, listening to the sound of wind, cars, footsteps, every single thing around me.

It was extremely peaceful until I heard my phone ring. "Charrrrr" the caller states. It was obviously none other than Gojo Satoru. "What do you want, Satoru?" I question. "A greeting would be nice," he pouted. "Okay, Hi Satoru, now what do you want? Better?" I asked and he hummed in response.

"Nana-" the minute Satoru said that, he hung up. What the heck? Then he called back a few seconds later, "Hello?". "Hi Charlotte, just wanted to tell you not to listen to whatever this idiot says" Nanami states nonchalantly, like nothing had just happened. "Sure" I respond, "Are you free tomorrow night?" he questions with a little excitement in his tone. "Nope, I won't be free until I'm back in Japan" I mentioned.

"I see" he states with the little excitement completely gone before hanging up. I blame the Tsukumos! If it weren't for their useless request, I could've been with Nanami! This was me mentally exclaiming. The magazine I held was now crystalized and on the verge of burning.

I should really control my cursed energy and temper more. I finished the job and burned the magazine, it was of no use anyway. I sat on my bed and still wondered one thing. What could Tsukumos possibly want from me? For a fact I know it's not good.

I drifted off to sleep, hoping my dreams would ease my thoughts of anxiety; they didn't. My brain played the memories of my past, the scars on my skin that were still fresh to me. The image of twisted corpses and curses. The scent of fresh blood and rotting flesh.

The look of terror on the victim's faces that were twisted beyond recognition. The amount of hearts, freshly extracted from a body to be sold on the black market.

I woke up with a tear stained face and my vision was blurred because of the uncontrollable tears that rolled down my cheeks. What have I become? I've become the exact person I grew to hate, I toy with curses and explode their organs. I crave the look of terror on their faces and the fear in their eyes when they meet their demise.

Am I a monster? I probably am, but I wasn't born like this, I wasn't always like this. I was raised like this and do exactly what I know best. Killing and torturing corpses to death, I saw it nearly everyday growing up and was forcibly taught how to.

If I didn't listen, I'd receive beatings on my bare back, the fresh marks had turned into scars over time. I went to the bathroom and looked at my reflection.

I could see it all, "a woman of your kind must be beautiful and graceful but learn how to fight and kill like wild animals". "Women are not to be toyed around with men, the women must toy with men and manipulate them skillfully and carefully". "Defeat your enemies skillfully and stealthily". "They'd never suspect anything with an innocent smile and a pretty face".

The words my mother told me when growing up and I'd grown up to be exactly like that. I'm a ticking bomb with a pretty face, sooner or later I will detonate and kill all who oppose.

I laughed at my thoughts, I really am a Tsukumo. I can feel their disgusting blood flowing through me. I feel like I'm slowly disappearing at the grasp of their palms. The sound of a notification made me flinch. It was none other than Mikoto, he was wondering if I was still awake.

Right now wasn't the best time to talk to anyone, I simply switched off my phone and glared in the mirror. My back faced the mirror and my robe slipped to my waist. I could feel the scars on my back, they were the most painful ones to look at.

I thought I had forgotten and moved on, I thought I was fine. But why does it still hurt? Why do I still feel empty? This feeling made me realise I wasn't even close to being alright. I never was, I'm still the same little girl that locked herself in rooms to hide from her father. The same one who cried when she was mentally destroyed by her mother.

The same one who remembers it all but chose to forget. My thoughts made me realise how lonely I am. Even though Gojo and Mikoto are my closest friends, it still doesn't change the fact that they don't know and I don't want them to know. They'll hate me for what I've become, a monster.

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It's been awhile, luckily I keep an extra chapter Incase I go on hiatus. I'm not back to updating though, 😭. So this is an edit, I'm currently rereading this after two months and damn. I'm actually impressed by my own writing.