𝐋 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐒 | Gojo Satoru

0.4 | happily

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1 1 : 1 0 pm . May 3rd, 2006

PRESENT

"Oda?"

Akari pulls away from Satoru's irresistible dominance, giving each other some distance. Her amaranthine orbs managed to break the spell he was casting upon with his enchantment. Small yet plump lips release a tremulous sigh to cool her mind and a burning-pleseant ache in her stomach that has been swarming around uncontrollably. How unusual; she never felt this way with any boy she has been with. This is different.

His touch was rough and so gentle too from the way he was handling her like a delicate and fragile porcelain doll on a shelf as if it were to shatter. His warmth was so comforting, but his presence began to fade and the freezing thermostat of her body began to return. Above every handsome and attractive trait he has, those pretty cerulean eyes are stunning. On the contrary, they are an enigma because he has discovered the curse energy she has sealed away.

"My surname is Ichinomiya, not Oda."

"Hmph" he grins, shoving his hands inside his pockets. Satoru arched one of his silver brows,  questionably. "You're not Oda Akari ?"

She assertively said: "No."

"Hmm~" Satoru whirls to the side and looks at the night sky again. Akari nibbles the inside of her bottom lip, dainty fingers fidgeting behind her back with anxiousness. Her young visage displayed reserveness and stubborness before him, yet her concentration heeds at the raw pasture between them.

"Isn't that Oda Akimitsu's daughter?"

Her mind has begun to haze of her childhood; little
Akari walking behind the Oda family's head. The entire clan's silhouettes and mouths moving like vapor to banter about her and her parents. It doesn't matter if she was with someone, they always talk to belittle her and make her feel less whenever they see her.

"Why is she still here?"

"Apparently that girl is under special training. Rumors tell that she has the talent of Oda Nobunaga"

"No way. Thats impossible. Her?"

"Why isn't our family head enforcing the absolute law of our clan?"

"Maybe she has  undergoing punishments; there are rumors I heard that she is covered in bruises and bandages when her training is finished."

"How unfortunate. She has to live the consequences of her father's actions and for existing."

There weren't wrong because those rumors were true. A distinct memory of recollecting dozen bruises patched in her flesh from rigorous training to be "the best of the best" for the Oda clan. To her, it was rather hell. Her intestines had felt immense sickness due to the scrutinizing pain she had recieved from kicks and blows. She remembered her tiny self trying to sustain the punch the family head has given to her.

Familiar cold-hearted and pathetic voice resonated in the hallow winds.

"Is that all you got?! Tch! Weak! Just like your father and his father before him! Stand up and pick up that sword! Your training is not over!"

Given no other choice to comply, she staggered on her stubby legs with the wooden katana in her miniature hand. Despite her pre-mature muscles pleading to stop and rest, she gave her stance.

"Good Akari! Very good!" the man chuckles with aggorant pride rumbling in the dōjō, "By our families' regulations and traditions, you are considered an illegitimate child because of your father's stupidity for falling in love with an outsider. But I have not decided to abandon you nor Akimitsu."

"Im sorry Akari! Im so so sorry! Forgive me! Forgive me!"

"No doubt Ichinomiya is your surname because it belonged to your mother's." Satoru added another fact that startles her. Her eyes went large in mild panic. A dainty hand went over her heart because it was racing miles. The lump of her throat felt like it was growing that it was making it impossible to breathe. Nails dig into her school clothes and claws the skin from underneath to get the ticking organ to...

"and you have a heart problem as well."

"Enough!"

His six eyes check on his right where she stood while he heard her outburst and his body flinches in place.

That look. Such a sorrowful look of guilt, regret, pain and loss creasing in her lovely features. It is the the same vulnerable face he had seen before — she is in tears and her tiny hands clinging her bossom.
Unfaltering footsteps are coming toward her that has been reaching to her audible ears. A cloth falls on her head. When she looked up, it slide down to her shoulders and pair of rough palms cup her cheeks.

"It wasn't my intention to make you upset." he whispered. His thumbs tenderly stroke those tears away to calm her down; a sweet gesture that Akari found comforting.

"Then why are you prying into people's business?" she croaked, "You think I actually wanted this to happen? No. I didn't want it Thats why I —

"You didn't use your curse energy." he mumbled under his breath, so only Akari could hear. Her jaw clenches and she swallows her salvia to only be followed by her plump mouth pursing her lips to stop them from quivering.

Silence once again fills in the brisky air; however, the Gojo family's prodigy sighed.  "I just want to clear things up right now for the sake for your health. I want you to hear me out." Satoru confirms. He slid his hands down her slender arms and gave them a light squeeze for her permission. Her glistering lashes blinked twice in wonder for what is he going on about. Akari licks those lips of hers to moisten them from anticipation and caution, causing Satoru to stare at them.

"We are here..in Kyoto.." he utters, but he is losing trance for a second when his mind goes wild on what he plans to do with that mouth of hers. He quickly gains his control back and soley focus on her eyes. "...looking for you."

"Me?" the brunette obviously, "You came here to look for...me? Why?"

"I think you know precisely why."

Her amethyst eyes widen in mild trauma written all over them, which has shocked Satoru on her following words:

"What do you plan to do with me?"