The Cursed Spirit Who Loves Me (Jujutsu Kaisen X Male Reader)

Chapter 7 - All You Need is Love

I had been called into my Father's office once again. It was happening more often than normal, and I couldn't help but be slightly concerned about the matter. Making my presence known, I bowed slightly. "You called for me, Father?"

"Good, you're here, boy. Please sit." He instructed, pouring himself a glass of Whiskey. "Today is a Saturday, correct?"

"Umm? Yes, why do you ask?"

He took a sip of his drink, smirking. "I am afraid, but at the end of this week, I will no longer be with you. My death is guaranteed."

I had to take a moment to process what he had just said. I blinked a few times, playing down the statement. Indeed, he was joking. "W-What? How can you be so sure?"

"We are the last surviving true Sorcerers in Europe. All the others are frauds, fake copies. The Kronos family has stood for thousands of years as the pinnacle of all races, humans and Cursed Spirits alike." He poured himself another drink. "The Gojo clan would like to see them as the top, but that is far from the truth. We hold the forever truth. And soon, this will be passed down to you, my son. You shall carry our legacy and one day enact the ultimate truth."

"A-And that is Father?"

Father placed a box on the table. I couldn't help but stare; it was captivating. Begging to be opened. A hundred, no way more voices whispered, urging me to free them. He smacked his hand down on the box, getting my attention. "This is a box of lies, a box of secrets, a box of truths, a box of nothing. When the time comes, you, too, will understand. This box is our salvation. Heed it's words well."

"What is the ultimate truth?" I whisper again.

"No more Cursed Spirits. No more Humans. No more life."

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The sun was beginning to rise as I kicked my feet back and forth, sitting on the roof of Tokyo High. There was too much on my mind. I hadn't even been here a week, and now I was caught in conspiracies of madness. I looked ahead with a deep sigh. You have something to say, DK; just come out and say it."

DK appeared, adjusting her hair, sitting next to me, looking only at me with a frown. "I hate when I see you like this."

"Like what?"

"You're so... fed up." She described not being too far off. Even if I had to do my best not to show such vase emotions, I couldn't hide the fact I was tired and annoyed. In myself more than anything. "Is it because we killed Sukuna's vessel?"

"Yuji?" I question, returning her question with a shrug and my own. "How do you feel?"

DK swayed left and right, looking annoyed. "I don't care for Someone we only just met; he hurt you really badly. I'm glad I killed him."

"As expected. Always me before anyone else." I smile faintly, holding her hand. "It was the right thing to do; who knows what else Sukuna would have done if we hadn't stopped him?"

"You're still upset, though, and if you're upset, so I am." She sulked, arms crossed. "Sorry."

Gripping DK's hand tightly, I put my hand around her shoulder, keeping her close. "You don't have to apologise. I was to blame. I didn't take it seriously. I don't take anything seriously. I think this was a real wake-up call."

"We're not leaving, are we?"

"Not just yet, no," I say, pulling my legs up and curling between my arms. We should make amends for what we did. I know it's us first, but we're not heartless. Gojo clearly needed Yuji for something; we'll just have to fill that void until then."

"I disagree with your beliefs; I hate it. I hate you feel responsible for something out of your control. If it were down to me, I'd laugh in their faces and leave." She rants before looking at me with a deflated sigh. "But that would be mean, and I promised I wouldn't be that. I love you, and that's enough of a reason to trust you, my Y/N."