Another World (Jujutsu Kaisen × Fem!Reader)

Chapter 7

"Yeah..." Yuta said, unsure of what the hell was going on. He gulped and looked at you. You only raised your eyebrows in an 'I-don't-know-what's-going-on-either' look.

"Humanity has stopped their own evolution." Geto continues dramatically. "It's about time we look back at humanity's survival. And that's why..." He looks at you. "I need both of your help."

"Our...help?" You ask quietly, making him nod and smile. "Yup! I need you two to help kill all non-sorcerers and make a world where only Jujutsu Sorcerers can live!"

'What is he on about?'

You look at him and he opens his mouth to speak again, but another voice behind you interrupts him.

"Hey now, don't be talking bullshit to my students."

You all turn around and see your teacher with a few others walking in your direction. You sigh, relieved that help has come. However, Geto tightens his hold on you and Yuta.

"Satoru!" He yells happily. "So nice to see you after all these years!"

Gojo ignores his greeting. "Step away from my students, now." You noticed that his usual calm and laid back demeanor was gone now and in its place stood a cold and stern one.

"I heard all about the amazing first years. So I guess they're under your care, hmm?" Geto continues. "A special grade...a fire manipulator...a mutated cursed corpse...a cursed speech descendant...and..." He smiles at Maki teasingly.

"....A Zen'in family failure."

Maki growls and points her weapon at his throat. "Why, you-!"

Geto stops smiling and looks down upon her. "Now now, there's no need for that. After all, I don't want a monkey like you...in my future."

Yuta then steps away and pushes Geto's hold off of him, taking the man by surprise. "Sorry..." He says. "I still don't know what you're talking about, but I will never help anyone who disrespects my friends like that! Never!"

You suddenly got the courage to also shove Geto's arm off of your shoulders and clenched your fists, trying to control your cursed energy into your hands. "Same here."

Geto looks at both of you, a frown tugging on his features. "My apologies, I didn't mean to upset you two in any way."

Gojo stepped in between Yuta and Geto. "Then why did you come here." He asked, making Geto grin.

"To declare war."

Geto walks away and raises his hands. "To all those here! Listen up! This December 24th, at sundown, is the Night of a Hundred Demons! It will be held at the crucible for curses...Shinjuku, and at Jujutsu's sacred land, Kyoto! I will release a thousand curses at each location. They'll be there to massacre, of course. If you want to avoid this, then put your lives on the line! Let's curse eachother to our hearts' content!"

"Ahh! Master Geto! The store is closing!" One of the girls said, interrupting his moment. Geto looked back at his group and sighs.

"Going somewhere with so many monkeys...ugh.." He looks back at Gojo. "Sorry, Satoru but the girls want to try the new crepe shop that just opened. I'll be going now."

However, Gojo took a step toward the retreating back of Geto. "Going so soon? Not on my watch."

He stops, then turns around. "Don't try it. All your precious students are in my range." Curses appeared left and right. You manifested a small amount of fire and stayed on high alert. A giant curse with one eye stood infront of you.

Geto jumped on the pelicans' leg and waved. "Well then, see you on the battlefield!"

•••

Missing posters were displayed up on every pole in your neighborhood. It's been three months since you have gone missing, with no return from you yet. The air turned chilly now, and snow started to gently fall from the clouded up sky.

Amelia walked alone nowadays. She looked at one of the missing posters with your name and face on it, sighing. Just how could have you gone missing without a trace? There's something wrong with that. The police couldn't find any evidence on your whereabouts. Your parents said that when they got home, you were sleeping in your room, so there was no way you left when they were out. Amelia said that she was with you the last day you were seen.

A chilly breeze harshly nipped at her ears and nose, making her shiver and bundle up more into her winter jacket. One of the posters freed itself from the staples and blew with the wind, flying high into the air. She watched it go, wondering if it'll ever reach you or someone who might know where you were.

Once the paper was out of sight, Amelia looked down at the ground and kicked a pebble, making it fly across the street.

There were no new text messages from you. No missed calls or new information that the police uncovered. You just simply...dissapeared. It's as if you never existed at all, like you just vaporized into thin air.

Some of the kids in your school started to forget you when Amelia asked if they knew anything, too.

"Who?"

"I've never heard of her before."

"(Y/N)? There was a (Y/N) here?"

"I think you're losing it, Amelia. There was never a (Y/N) in the first years."

Even the principal and some of the teachers forgot about you. But how? Amelia was sure that you were real! Hell, she even has your phone number!

The only people who do remember you are her, your parents, and some of the other family members.

Amelia brung her scarf up to her face, covering her mouth and nose as another violent wind struck against her, blowing snow into her hair. She continued to walk again, passing by many more posters with your face on them.

What she didn't know was that your face and name were slowly but surely dissapearing from the paper.