Forget Me Not (Discontinued)

Chapter Two: Sheltered

Kubo stares back at me in shock after I proposed to her. There are a few reasons why I chose her. One of the main reasons is to spite someone; a certain someone who advised me against marrying a Kubo woman. I look over and catch the disapproving and spying eyes of my mother as she finds me on my knee asking for Kubo's hand in marriage. Earlier this year she threatened to take away my status as the head of the clan, unless I can find a wife soon. But even before that she already had her prejudices aimed towards the Kubo clan since they have a muddled history and the girl in question was born from a curse user. I lock eyes with her as she turns to walk away.

Sure, I'll marry someone, but I will make damn sure she is the last person anyone wants as the matriarch of the Gojo clan. Besides, I've been eagerly awaiting for her return to the Jujutsu world.

Kubo signs back to me a simple question, Why me?

I take her hand and gently kiss it, "Because your answers to my questions are far more interesting than any of the other answers I have gotten so far and you seem to have a plan in case this marriage didn't happen. Everyone else seems to be under the false impression that I will marry them due to prestige or clan ties, I want to marry someone I want to get to know." Which is all technically the truth but not the main reasons I chose her. "So...what do you say, will ya marry me?" She nods and I pick her up in my arms and spin her around, "Awesome! Let's move you into my house and we can start this whole shebang!"

She stares at me blankly for a moment and signs to me, What is your first name? I've only been calling you Gojo.

Despite feeling my heart sink, I smirk and tease her to play off my true emotions, "Oh? You want to be on a first name basis so soon~" I place her down and she starts nervously fiddling with the sleeve of her kimono.

Only if you want me to. She signs to me.

"Give me your hand." She places her hand gently in mine and I write my name's kanji with my index finger onto her palm. "It's Satoru and it's spelled with the kanji for enlightenment, although I wish it was spelled like daybreak."

She takes my hand in turn and writes the kanji for Takara; as in 'treasure'.

"Satoru." I turn to meet my mother's hostile gaze, "We need to talk."

"Takara, would you mind waiting in the parlor room? I have to speak to my mother real quickly." I take her hand gently and lead towards the parlor room. Then I go to follow my mother into her office.

"What do you think you're doing Satoru?" She asks me crisply.

"I believe I'm doing what you asked of me. I chose a fiancé and I can legally remain head. What's the problem mother?" I return her fiery expression.

"Don't give me that! I specifically told you to turn away the Kubo girl! We only invited them as a way of courtesy so there won't be any hostilities. Why would you pick such a creature to lead beside you?"

"For a couple of reasons. First off you told me not to pick her which obviously would lead to me picking her. Haven't you heard of reverse psychology?"

"So that's it, you chose her to spite me!" She interrupts.

"The other reason is because her answers were interesting and she's fearless or perhaps oblivious about the dangers of expressing herself so honestly in our society. It's refreshing to meet someone so dangerously honest with their innermost feelings. It makes me want to get to know her all over again." I slam my hand against her desk, "I've chosen my bride to be so I assume this should be enough to please father and secure my position."

She glowers at me and sighs, "Fine. But if this clan falls apart, not even your powers will be able to save you or that girl." And with her final deafening words, she leaves.

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During the car ride back to my house outside of the estate, my wife to be and my future brother in law are in the backseat gawking at Tokyo's night life.

"Have none of you ever been to Tokyo?" I ask my odd passengers.

"We lived on the Kubo estate in Tokyo but...we've never expected anything like this." Chiko says in awe of the bright lights and splendor of the big city.

"How sheltered are you guys?" I ask rather bluntly.

"We used our first television in sixteen years, a month ago..." Chiko says as he hangs his head in shame. 

"Then that means you haven't experienced any good movies or shows, right?"

"No...we have not." He answers dejectedly.

"Then I've gotta catch you two up on the cinema." I begin to grow excited at the prospect of showing these two sheltered feral people some quality entertainment. We arrive at my house and I lead my strange new guests inside, "Since my sister is gone, one of you can take the guest room and the other can take the futon in my room. A student of mine has already taken the basement and I don't think moving him would be wise at the moment."

Takara must've somehow noticed my unspoken words and declared, I will take the futon.

"You can't be serious! I'll take the futon, I won't let you be alone with some guy!" Chiko argues.

I won't be alone with just any guy and besides I dislike sleeping alone. And if he tries anything, I will snap off his dick with my bare hands. She signs all of this as though it were completely normal to threaten your fiancé, but it only made me admire her more.

Chiko just shakes his head in dismay and summons a small green snake, "Take this with you so I can keep an eye on you."

She takes the green snake delicately in her hands as it wraps around her arm. She pats his head gently and follows me up to our room.

"Can I ask why you chose to sleep in my room?" I ask before going to the bathroom to change.

She looks at me with a beautiful golden gaze; I only just now notice how her eyes are reminiscent of sunflowers. Because I hate sleeping alone and I know you won't try anything.

I pause and ask, "How do you know that for certain?"

Your eyes tell me what kind of man you are and you allowed me to bring my brother's shiki with me. Also...you feel familiar, like I just know in my heart that you wouldn't hurt me.

My heart drops again. "You're a very honest woman, I really do hope you don't get hurt by that honesty some day." I say before leaving to change in the bathroom.