Jujutsu Kaisen - Orbiting a black hole

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Prologue

There was no way of estimating how much time had passed since his existence was sealed according to the plan of his opponents, but as his conscience began to wander indefinitely, Gojo took this factor as a mark on how deplorable his was condition.

He knew he shouldn't be looking forward to a rescue, that was too unlikely an idea to even consider an option and it didn't even match his own way of thinking, or at least Satoru believed that not, remembering what used to be has become confusing.

There was this part of him that told him that people would consider his imprisonment as a blessing, something to celebrate and not interfere with. Nobody liked a natural imbalance walking around the world, or at least they liked it as much as they loved curses, there was no reason to fight for someone who could wipe them out more easily than he had to choose an ice cream flavor.

Before, there were some names that caused him some reaction, as if they were important in a good sense, as if they were exceptions that he kept in his heart and people who would care, who would go against the world to release a questionable god again. However, Gojo was no longer able to put together the combination of symbols or sounds that formed those words and even when he still managed, their meanings were long gone, there was no face or feeling to associate with.

That thing ... what was it called?

Ah yes, the emptiness. Emptiness, on the other hand, gained more ways of defining itself at every moment. This place was probably the extreme opposite to his Domain Expansion, absolutely no sense was stimulated, his thoughts just floated around him waiting for the moment when his brain would stop reacting due to lack of impulse, something he doubted would happen anytime soon.

This, consequently, was the factor that led him to almost jump out of his soul, if that were possible, when a sound resonated throughout that distorted space in which he continued to exist. There was no heart to suffer a heart attack due to the scare, but this emotion, this surprise, the perception of feeling it moved him as nothing else did. Although at the same time it caused him to question the possibility of having spent so much time inactive that he forgot about how the voice in his head sounded.

But that irregular, distant and intelligible sound was not familiar to the point of discarding this option in its most immediate possible.

Satoru saw the wave sequence staining his stillness, once, twice and the third time he no longer had any qualms to pretend that he did not cling to it with all the strength that was still in his being. Nothing was understandable, no matter what part of him was able to perceive it, but he pursued his new obsession like a cat behind a speck of light and searched every corner of his memory to make sense of the widely spaced sounds that reached him.

Suddenly, he realized that his mind had forgotten about how to perform the simple act of understanding his own primary language. This explained a lot to his distorted self, as well as giving him a path from which to start.

The reminder that he did not usually try to perform different tasks because he was very good at everything he did, without having to dedicate any kind of effort most of the time, shone through his conscience as an incentive. In that moment, engaged, challenged and intrigued, there were no possibilities for failures.

"Realize yourself." - Said the voice from beyond.

It goes without saying how disappointed Gojo felt about it.

- "Realize yourself"? How does it help me??!

Now he could say that he was startled by his own voice, but besides, seeing a hand gesturing in front of him made him jump backwards instinctively. Your hand. Your voice.

- Holy crap. - The sorcerer said followed by a sequence of touches to check his own body. He had a body now. It had returned to being a set of matter with coherence. A smile graced his lips because of that and almost immediately the explanation clicked in his mind, bringing back his traces of logic. - Cursed speech, huh?

Although his current state was infinitely better than the previous one, he still did not feel like himself, with the gaps in his memories and about who he is almost wide open before his eyes. Satoru had really noticed himself, but that didn't change his state of being sealed in a place he couldn't get out of, which made him question the ability of the person outside and his real intentions. If the creature didn't have the strength to break through the barriers, why bother to bother him? His dislike was automatically won, he was not a man with a habit of clinging to weak inconveniences.

Just out of anger, his impulse led him to attack his invisible prison. Nothing happened. Not to mention that he felt like an empty shell, unable to reach any trace of superhuman ability to break free. Something that was certainly part of the spell of the cursed object, but that did not diminish its state of dissatisfaction.

Sound waves sounded again, clearer, closer, easy to understand.

"Follow me."

Question this creature, without much evidence of intelligence, tired his reason, so he just let himself be carried away, having his body guided by the will of the other until the emptiness around him became less thick and the ground formed under his feet like something solid. Gojo realized that maybe he was wrong the instant he felt the texture of the wood under which he found himself. There was no way for a mere cursed-speech user to materialize anything in such a dark artifact, much less on the outside.

In front of him, like scribbles of a sketch, a rough wooden door began to form. Something graceful that made the power of what was behind her explicit.

"Remember."

From then on, his mind and his actions were filled with a wave of childlike familiarity. As if he were retracing the steps of a film that he starred in.

Satoru opened the door.