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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒;
𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄,
𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆
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˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 'ˎ˗
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THE GENTLE RAYS OF the sun filtered through the wide-open windows of the room of the strongest sorcerer; Gojo Satoru.
[Name], Gojo's sister, felt the gentle kiss of the sun beams against her soft and [S/c] complexion as she gazed on the window. The sunlight illuminated the sky, casting its vibrant glow all around, while the cheerful melodies of chirping birds echoed in the distance.
Mornings in Japan held a serene and tranquil atmosphere, a fact that [Name] would have readily acknowledged and embraced without any hesitation, if it weren't for her asshole of a family.
[Name] felt her jaw tighten and her [E/c] eyes narrowed at the mere memory of her stupid family.
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She blinked suddenly when she saw a butterfly land on satoru's windowpane.
As she observed the butterfly alight on Satoru's window, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
What is it doing here and why is it so big?
This particular butterfly appeared unusually large compared to the typical ones she had seen before that would mostly be on their garden. its wings displayed a gradient of ebony and ivory hues.
The upper part of its wings exhibited a deep, velvety black, while the lower section faded into a lighter, softer shade. her lips slightly parted as a hint of yellow pigment started to spread across the previously pristine white patches on the butterfly's wings and the butterfly abruptly fluttered away, although she could have sworn that she perceived a peculiar trickle of yellow, as if the fragile creature had bled before her very eyes.
From what she had read, insects blood were mostly clear colored, yellowish, or greenish. So perhaps, the butterfly had bled and she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps that was a sign.
'That's weird', she thought.
"What was that?" [Name] inquired with astonishment, turning to face Satoru, seeking an explanation for the enigmatic occurrence.
"Hemolymph," Satoru responded nonchalantly, causing her to tilt her head inquisitively.
"Ah.. i see.." She murmured.
"What is a hemelonymp?" she inquired, the word sounded foreign to your tongue, and her words were a bit slurred , unable to pronounce the word properly.
"It's Hemolymph."
Satoru corrected.
"Hemonymph?"
"No. Hemolymph."
"Hemolymph is a fluid that serves as an equivalent to blood," Satoru elucidated, succinctly summarizing the essence of hemolymph, but leaving her with a desire to comprehend its intricacies.
"That butterfly actually reminds me of you, to be honest."
Satoru attentively tended to the small droplets of blood that had emerged from the slit on her lip, which was now swollen and adorned with painful bruises. He dabbed a soft tissue against the injured area, gently blotting away the traces of crimson liquid, leaving no remnant behind.
[Name] slightly winced in pain, a shaky sigh bubbling in her throat, the sound escaping her lips involuntarily like a morning mist while Satoru diligently attended to her injuries.
"All better now?" His voice was as gentle as the breeze brushing past the leaves, and when his fingers swept against her cheeks, it was with the softness of a feather. She nodded, unable to speak, her exhaustion weighing down on her like a lead balloon.
"I suppose," she mumbled, unsure of how to proceed. She search for the right words, hesitating for a moment before allowing het eyes to flit over to the liquid on satoru's windowpane before clearing her throat.
"But about your previous statement," she began,
Satoru tilts his head ever so curiously, waiting for her answer.
"Yes?" He replied.
"
Is it because the butterfly was bleeding, just like me?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to steady herself, refusing to shift until Satoru had finished wiping the blood from her lip.
Upon completing his task, Satoru rose from his kneeling position and disposed of the stained tissue.
"Is it because it bled?" she repeated, the words soft and introspective, her gaze drifting upward to the ceiling as she inhaled sharply.
Satoru nodded, acknowledging her observation.
"Mhm. Partially, yes, but, you're pretty just like that insect." he replied,
She couldn't help but let out a small, resigned sigh. Of course, Satoru would see beauty in her; she was his precious sister after all. Yet deep down, she knew that his perception of her stood in stark contrast to the world's view, On satoru's eyes, she was the epitome of beauty, but on other people's eyes? Not even close.
He was ethereal, an angel, a being so close to being a data, while she's a mere shadow in his radiant presence.
It made her lips purse and satoru noticed.
Jealousy had bubbled in you again, you noted.
"Is something troubling you?" Satoru's voice broke through your reverie. She shook her head, a faint smile gracing her lips as she pushed aside the swarm of negative thoughts threatening to engulf her.
"No, just thinking 'bout how lucky i am to have you." she whispered.
Satoru blinked as he didn't heard her words. "What was that?" his voice held a note of curiosity.
"Don't worry about it, S' nothing," she replied softly, a gentle hum escaping her lips.
"But enough of that, and to your previous statement..."
"..m'not like that butterfly, i mean, i don't have freedom."
As she reflected on her circumstances, a sensation of suffocation gripped her chest, each restriction wrapping around her like tight chains. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, thick with the weight of her burdens, as her hand instinctively rose to her forehead in a futile attempt to alleviate the oppressive pressure
She found herself questioning whether her circumstances would be different if she possessed the six eyes and limitless, just like her brother. Would they grant her the freedom she so desperately craved?
"Right," satoru mumbles bitterly.
"If only I have six eyes and limitless, like you, Satoru.. and I'm not a non-sorcerer" she began, voice laced with a longing tinged with envy,
"would they finally see me? Accept me? Love me? Give me freedom?"
her words hung heavy in the air as she observed the favoritism Satoru received from your family.
Satoru's response was nonchalant, almost indifferent, as if the concept of love was foreign to him.
"They don't love me," he stated matter-of-factly, his tone devoid of emotion.
"Besides, Why would you want their love when they're nothing but assholes?"
Satoru's question sliced through the air, his hand gently cupping her cheek in a gesture that felt more like a stress-induced grip than a tender caress. Annoyance flickered in her eyes at his touch, a silent protest against his dismissive words.
He persisted in compressing her cheeks with his fingers until she slapped his hand, causing him to burst into laughter. As she gingerly massaged her cheeks, a disapproving expression formed on her face.
"Stop laughing. S'not funny." she huffed, annoyed, though, she concurred with Satoru's observation that they were unquestionably horrible people, as they consistently subjected both her and Satoru to their abusive behavior.
"Huh, whatever." satoru rolled his eyes, lips forming into a pout as he playfully glares at [Name].
"Killjoy," He mumbled.
"Fuck off." [Name] replied curtly as he laughed at her grumpiness.
"Don't you want to be loved," Satoru whispers, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. She responded with an exaggerated eye roll, the corners of her lips lifting into a smirk.
"Maybe i don't." she quipped.
"Liar." He giggles.
"But anywayyy let's get back to our discussion," Satoru continues, reclining leisurely.
"You don't need anyone else, just me. You don't need those suck up bitches."
Her mood instantly fell.
A scoff escapes her lips involuntarily. He wasn't wrong. Why seek the fleeting affections of others when she has him by her side? Why yearn for external love when she has a flawless brother who cherishes and supports her unconditionally?
"Suppose that you're right, they're nothing but assholes." she conceded, her voice laced with annoyance.
"True, True." Satoru hums, before his eyes narrowed.
"You know.. if you asked me to, I would've killed them all for you." The intensity of his loyalty was evident in his voice as he too, harbored a deep dislike towards them; His own family, excluding [Name], ofcourse.
To him, they were simply a group of despicable assholes who failed to treat him as a child should be treated. Instead of showering him with affection and care, they regarded him as a precious gem-not in the loving way, but rather, they treated him like a possession to be controlled and manipulated.
Their motives behind their actions were solely driven because he possessed the coveted six eyes technique and the limitless technique, which enabled them to flaunt him as a trophy rather than genuinely loving him.
However, Satoru's adored sister; [Name], stood out from the rest. Their relationship was exceptional, as she treated him with genuine affection and treated him as an ordinary human being-and not see him as if he was a deity.
The love she demonstrated towards him was reciprocated wholeheartedly-He loved her just as much as she loved him. Consequently, though, he developed an instinctual need to protect her; she was the only person who had truly shown him what love meant after all, the person who healed his inner child.
Nonetheless, Satoru also possessed a deep understanding of the underlying cause behind the mistreatment experienced by [Name]. The core reason was rooted in her identity as a non-sorcerer amidst a lineage of esteemed and influential sorcerers. Incapable of perceiving curses and not having the ability to interact with them. Thus she became a target of their cruelty.
She became a living embodiment of shame for the Gojo clan, which motivated their abusive behavior towards her. Despite being aware of this, Satoru remained indifferent to such prejudices. He saw the situation as profoundly unjust, harboring a sincere desire for her to receive affection and tenderness instead.
The mistreatment she endured did nothing but deepen his conviction. And their control over her was so extreme that she weren't even allowed to step a foot outside of her own home, satoru has to sneak her out whenever he could. And it was all because the Gojo clan, couldn't bear the thought of being embarrassed or shamed by the revelation that their esteemed bloodline of 'all sorcerers' also consisted of a non-sorcerer. This overprotectiveness towards their reputation had always existed after all.
They were fucking lunatics that is willing to kill and abuse a child just for the sake of their damn reputation.
The initial motive for Satoru's intention to eliminate the gojo clan was primarily due to this particular reason.
He wanted to kill them all for her.
"But seriously, i'll kill them."
"Just say the word, [Name]. and nii-chan will kill them all."
With a hint of amusement, she snorted.
"If you did that, you would become the new disgrace of our clan."
Despite being labeled as the black sheep and outcast among their clan members, she found it rather amusing that Satoru would jeopardize his reputation for her sake. However, deep down, she was aware that Satoru possessed an effortless ability to resolve any situation and just kill them with a flick of his hand.
He was the strongest after all.
"Wouldn't want you to take the title i worked so hard to earn now, or would i?"
She added sarcastically, displaying a hint of amusement.
Satoru rolled his eyes and let out a snort.
"Why would I be considered a disgrace to the family when there won't be any family left once I kill them all?" He countered, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. The idea of wiping out their entire clan appeared to be a lighthearted topic for him, even though the gravity of such a deed was not lost on either of them.
She sighed irritably and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever.." she muttered a half-hearted response, her lips forming a small amused smile as she glanced at Satoru. Despite her annoyance, she couldn't help but feel a bit amused by his persistent optimism.
"Anywayyy"
Satoru began as if he wasn't just talking about massacring his clan.
"Let's go out and grab something to eat outside." He intertwined his fingers, attempting to divert the conversation. However, she furrowed her brows and shifted her gaze away, visibly troubled, her mood changing.
"No," she answered softly.
"No, Satoru. You do realize that I'm forbidden from leaving, right?" she said with a weary sigh, her frustration mounting. But Satoru simply shrugged off her concerns.
"Who the fuck cares about those ridiculous rules?" Satoru grumbled indignantly, clasping hr forearm gently.
"Definitely me."
She retorted as she shot him a scolding look, trying to free her arm from his grasp. Although she yearned to venture outside with her brother, the fear of punishment held her back. After all, ate dreaded a repeat of the painful whipping she had endured just two weeks prior, as punishment for accidentally spilling scalding hot tea on her mother. the faint red marks of it still lingered on her back. Yet, she had never confided in Satoru about it, fearing his anger.
"Doesn't matter, break the rules, [N/n]."
"No, thank you. I'd rather not," she mumbled softly, her voice filled with reluctance. Satoru's eyes narrowed, a hint of annoyance evident on his face.
"Nuh uh, you listen to your nii-chan, girl." Satoru pressed his lips on a line as he looked at her.
"Yuh uh, i'm not going."
"Fuck off. [Name]."
"We're goin' outside. You look pale as hell, as if you haven't basked in sunlight for ages,"
•───夏油傑───•
Satoru had actually fucking dragged his sister out.
And left her alone on the fucking park to buy food, and now, [Name] was sitting alone on a park bench while patiently (maybe not) waiting for satoru to come back.
[Name]'s hair danced in the gentle breeze as she settled onto a park bench, cherishing this rare moment of solitude. Being confined indoors for such a prolonged period had taken its toll on her. Satoru, aware of this, would often aid her in secretly venturing outside, allowing her to at least bask in some fresh air.
But, still, she hated breaking rules.
As she sat alone, she let out a soft sigh while immersing herself in the melodious symphony of birds chirping.
Satoru excused himself momentarily, venturing off to fetch food, leaving [Name] alone in the park. Despite his assurance of a speedy return, anxiety gnawed at her insides. After all, she was in the midst of the public eye, vulnerable to discovery by her own clan members. With bated breath, she patiently awaited Satoru's arrival, she closed her eyes for a moment before reopening them.
She let out a quiet gasp and visibly flinched as a man suddenly sat on the bench beside her. Her heart thumped within her chest, reverberating almost deafeningly in her ears. Her hands trembled slightly and became clammy, but she dare not move until Satoru returned. The thought of venturing away from her spot only increased the risk of losing her way or being spotted by a member of the Gojo clan.
To create distance between herself and the stranger, [Name] discreetly scooted away, distancing herself as much as possible. She studied him intently, her gaze sweeping from head to toe, absorbing every intricate detail of his appearance. His jet-black hair was tied up neatly. It was impossible to miss the bangs that gently brushed and covered his left eye partially, swaying along with the wind. Notably, he donned a similar uniform to Satoru, although with subtle differences such as the baggy pants in contrast to Satoru's fitted attire.
As she observed him, a certain assumption formed in her mind: he too must be a sorcerer, just like Satoru.
The moment the man let out a cough, an unanticipated reaction ignited within her, causing her to flinch and almost leap out of her seat. The visible disgust etched on his face indicated that he had consumed something repulsive, leading [Name] to assume that he had indeed eaten something disgusting.
Help him. A voice in her head says.
[Name] felt a lump in her throat. Her hand twitched, wanting to extend aid to the man in need. However, memories of Satoru's teachings echoed in her mind, warning her to not talk with strangers.
Yet, this man appeared to be a sorcerer and there was a possibility that Satoru might be acquainted with him, considering they attended the same school.
'Does satoru knows this dude?' she pondered.
Engulfed in internal conflict, she weighed the pros and cons of assisting him, before deciding to finally help him.
'Ew..'
She cringed a little as she watched the man next to her suddenly regurgitate his stomach contents onto the floor, the man reached out to clutch his throat in discomfort, his voice barely audible as he uttered words akin to expressing his disgust.
[Name] wrestled with the internal conflict of whether she should engage in a conversation with him, torn between her desire to offer some solace and her uncertainty.
Taking to heart the advice she had received, which emphasized the importance of aiding others in their time of need, she pondered on how she could ease his discomfort.
Suddenly, a notion sprang to mind-she could offer him candy, as it might help alleviate the lingering taste of his stomach acid that clung to the recesses of his mouth.
Taking a handful of candies that she habitually kept in her pockets, she hesitantly tapped the man's shoulder, hoping to offer him some solace. In a hesitant tone, she uttered,
"Excuse me, sir."
[Name] offered him an awkward smile.
The man turned his gaze towards her, encompassing her in his piercing stare, momentarily taking her breath away. The twinkle of unease shimmered within her throat as he forced a smile whilst rubbing his throat, further validating her suspicion that he had indeed consumed something vile.
"Hello there, can I be of any assistance?" he kindly inquired, his smile was forced, though, [Name] noted.
"I noticed that you just vomited... and your esophagus were probably burning from the corrosive stomach acid that accompanied your vomiting." she observed.
He observed her with a slightly confused look, realizing that her choice of words was rather unusual. An idiosyncrasy perhaps? After all, she was expressing it in a manner more suited to scientific discourse, something not commonly done by regular individuals.
With an effort to disregard the repulsive scene of his vomit on the floor, he raised his head to meet her eyes.
"Well... It definitely causes a burning sensation," he said, letting out a small chuckle.
"Ah.. but still, I'm sorry that you have to see that. I didn't noticed that someone is here..." he admitted, his hand gently massaging the back of his neck.
Expressing his distaste, he remarked with a slight hint of disgust on his face,
"I just recently consumed something... disgusting."
He added, the thing he consumed happened to be a special grade curse, and it definitely tasted like shit, it was so disgusting to the point that he vomited in the end.
"that explains why you vomited then," she mumbled.
"Yeah," he replied awkwardly.
[Name] extended her palms towards him, revealing a collection of candies neatly stored in a shiny golden plastic container.
"These are mint candies, sir. You can have them," she offered, flashing a warm smile at him.
"This'll help you get rid of the shitty taste of whatever you had eaten."
In response, he blinked and mustered an awkward smile.
"I'll have to refuse, but thank you for the offer"
The thought of accepting the candies crossed his mind as a potential remedy for the repulsive aftertaste of the curse he had inadvertently consumed earlier. However, he hesitated, not wanting to impose too much on this unfamiliar girl. What if the candies were poisoned or had some ulterior motive behind them? Nevertheless, he couldn't deny the striking resemblance she bore to Satoru, albeit in a somewhat vague manner.
"I insist, sir please take it." she asserted.
"No, really, I'm alright," he politely declined again, accompanied by a smile, shaking his head to emphasize his refusal.
"Please.. I insist sir, please accept this," she pleaded with a concerned expression, momentarily forgetting Satoru's advice to never talk to strangers.
He observed [Name]'s face and contemplated quietly, recognizing that perhaps it wouldn't be too terrible to accept her offering. A small smile formed on his lips as he spoke to himself.
"Alright, I suppose I can give it a try," he replied, his voice barely audible. He accepted the candies from her outstretched hands, feeling a bit awkward in his actions. As he took the treats, a bright smile radiated from her face.
"I'm Gojo [Name], by the way."
he looked at her with curiosity. Judging by her surname, she must be a member of the Gojo clan, he speculated.
In response, he introduced himself, "Geto Suguru."
Now Suguru understood why Satoru resembled the girl-they must be related somehow. The thought crossed his mind to inquire if she was acquainted with Satoru, a highly probable assumption, but he dismissed the idea. However, suguru couldn't help but feel perplexed by one thing-why was she a non-sorcerer despite her clan's background?
"It's nice to meet you, Geto-san." she smiled at him.
"Likewise, Gojo-san" he replied, a small smile curling at his lips.
An awkward silence then filled the air.
Feeling awkward, Suguru gingerly unwrapped the candy and placed it onto his tongue. The taste was delicately sweet and cool at the same time, and his mouth gradually began to cool as he continued to savor the candy. With each swirl around his mouth, the repugnant taste of the curse and his stomach acid started to dissipate.
Yet, his gaze suddenly became focused as he noticed a concealed curse lurking on a nearby tree. Intriguingly, she followed his line of sight and directed her confused gaze towards him. Tilting her head slightly, she inquired,
"What are you looking at, Geto-san?"
"Nothing.." Suguru replied. After all, he knows that she, being a non-sorcerer with no curse energy, was unable to perceive curses like he could. He casted a quick glance at her before he directed his attention back to the tree. However, before suguru had the chance to utter a word, [Name] preemptively spoke, causing him to pause.
"Oh, I see you found a curse up there then."
•───夏油傑───•
EXTRAS:
•Gojo got lost and was panicking
•Gojo doesn't know that [Name] can see curses
•Geto thinks that [Name] is pretty
•The candy [Name] gave Geto is her homemade candy.
•Gojo was actually planning on taking [Name] to jujutsu high with him and just give her a cursed tool to see curses.
•They're still students in here.
•Gojo is a platonic yandere