《A Jujutsu Kaisen fanfiction》
《Yuji Itadori X Female reader 》
"My fate is bound to these red strings. As much as I try to escape it. I'll always fall back into the void of darkness and despair . As much as he try to pull me out of it. We'll always b...
"No," the cold man said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Only she can go in."
Masachiro hesitated, his eyes flashing with frustration and a touch of concern as he looked at you. He wanted to protest, wanted to argue, but the cold man's stance was unwavering.
So, with a tight, reluctant nod, Masachiro stepped aside, allowing only you to be ushered toward the imposing building.
The weight of the moment pressed down on you. Why did they want to meet you? And more importantly—who were these people, and what did they want from you?
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You stepped inside, the air heavy with an oppressive stillness. The room was dimly lit, the flickering shadows cast by the low lights adding to the unsettling atmosphere. Around you, the doors formed a semi-circle, their presence looming, almost as if they were watching you. The silence seemed to press in on you from all sides.
Then, the sharp light fell upon you, sudden and blinding, cutting through the darkness like a blade. You squinted, struggling to adjust as a voice—cold and authoritative—spoke from behind one of the doors.
"Geto [Y/N]," the voice called, its tone sharp, as though it was a title rather than a name.
You felt a shiver run down your spine as the voice continued, its words calculated, deliberate. "Let us make you aware of why you're here, child."
A heavy pause lingered in the air before they spoke again.
"You're here because your brother has defied our laws," another voice added, this one colder, more disdainful. "He used his powers and his strength to end the lives of non-sorcerers—on a massive scale."
Your stomach twisted as you processed their words, the weight of their accusation settling heavily on your chest.
"As far as we're aware of his agenda," a third voice chimed in, smoother, almost clinical in its tone, "he seeks to create a world for sorcerers."
The words made your mind race. A world for sorcerers? Was that what your brother had become? A person you barely recognized?
"Which means," the voice continued, turning the knife deeper, "if you're alive..."
Another voice cut in, harsher this time. "...you're capable."
The weight of the words hit you like a punch to the gut. Capable of what? What did they want from you? Why did they think you had any connection to your brother's chaos?
"Another loss of a skilled sorcerer..."
The words were cold, detached, as if your brother's fall from grace was nothing more than a casualty of their greater design.
The voice continued, as if the truth had already been settled in their minds. "He drifted to the wrong path, succumbed to the darkness."
"Indeed," a second voice replied, low and unwavering.
The tension in the room thickened, as the words started to carve out a new reality for you.
"Now we need a replacement for him," they said.
A new sorcerer, with the same abilities, to fill the void left behind by your brother's betrayal. The words were calculated, like pieces of a chessboard being shifted into place.
"And you, child, will be that replacement." The declaration rang out in the silence, sharp and final.
You could feel their eyes on you, the weight of their expectations pressing down. A sorcerer who wouldn't stray, a weapon in their hands.
"A sorcerer who won't drift off their path."
The words were almost a promise—one that would chain you to them, to their goals. You could already feel the mold they would force you into, shaping you into something less than human, something obedient.
A child they'd sculpt into a perfect weapon—one that would do whatever they asked, no questions, no rebellion. A pawn, forged in the name of duty, guided by their hand, until you died.
You were being manipulated, guilt-tripped into accepting a fate you never asked for. They wrapped your brother's sins around you like a shackle, holding you accountable for something you couldn't control.
"Your training and education will be handled by us..." one voice said, as if it were a gift.
"In return for us being your anchor," another added, the words tasting like poison even as they fell from their lips.
"For this duty is the price you pay for your brother's sins..." The final words landed with the finality of a death sentence.
CHAPTER COMPLETED
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A/n : it's been a while everyone. Finally got the motivation to update this distracting myself from other fics.
