Overflow 2: A Gojo & Geto Tale

Chapter 78: Control

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-March 6 (Friday)-
Sera: 34 weeks & 4 days

POV Naoya

They found her.

I lean against the wall of the large cement room that is etched with symbols. Actually, if I think about...every room is etched with a symbol. Probably like Tengen's seal so no one can see all of our cursed energy lingering in one spot. Otherwise Satoru Gojo would have showed up already.

I absentmindedly tap my pistol that sits in my waistband.

"So they have been in Okinawa this whole time?" My father throws something against the wall next to me. I don't flinch.

Kinda wish it would have hit me in the head. Rather be knocked out than listen to these idiots.

"We got a call about 3 weeks ago. Sent some low level sorcerers to check it out. Residuals of the individuals Sera Gojo and Ieiri Shoko were found on the premises." The older Zenin man blurts out to soothe my father's tension.

They all get scared when he's upset.
I get more anxious when he's pleasant.

My skin crawls as I sense Naya enter the chamber.

"Have we found my daughter yet?" Her voice rakes across my eardrums.

Is she beautiful. Sure.
Would any man throw himself at her feet. Sure.

But not me...

"No Naya. Our people are searching day and night for her." My father's voice is smoother now.

Ugh.

I pray the shadows keep me hidden but Naya's eyes find me. I don't meet hers, I respectfully keep mine on my father.

Go fuck him instead!
He wants it...

"Plan? I want to hear it." She walks smoothly over in my direction.

"The plan is to wait it out a few more weeks or until the target is in the location we have picked out. We do not want to take her so soon that Satoru Gojo finds her location before the heir is born." The elder Gojo speaks, his voice hoarse and dwindling with age.

My father needs to pick younger sorcerers. Stronger.

They are all going to die if Satoru Gojo shows up here.

I can feel Naya next to me.
I won't show it but my heart finds an anxious rhythm to beat to.
Is this what I made Haibara feel after...after I made him...

I swallow forgotten feelings of whatever warmth Haibara brought into my life and focus on what these dumbasses are doing.

Friendship means nothing.
Just pain.
Weakness.

"What are we to do with the Gojo carrying the heir?" The older woman speaks up.

My father turns to Naya who is running her long nails up and down the back of my green kimono. I stare at him.

Maybe he'll save me this time...

"She follows our new rules. If not she is restrained and supplies her milk for the heir. Then when she's dry...we kill her." Naya grabs the flesh of my ass harshly making me move my feet just an inch forward.

The others nod.

I nod.

"What do we do with the others who will be with her? She will not be alone..." the woman makes another point.

She may be the smartest one here...

"Hostages. Satoru Gojo's greatest weakness is his family. We get ahold of any of them and he'll kneel. Especially for the heir." My father looks around at the small group we have left and the dozen of guards with guns filled with Satoru Gojo's kryptonite.