𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

A human has two innate fears the moment they are born into the world.

One of them is the fear of loud sounds.

And the other is fear of falling.

Yet, being thousands of feet off the ground, Mika didn't sense any fear. In fact, there was a feeling of exhilaration that made his heart race to a painful tempo.

He let himself fall, limbs going limp and hair flying. Mika laughed wildly, feeling the wind caress his skin.

"Ah! Mika!!"

The boy sighed, disappointed his fun was ending.

He ripped off his blindfold and three pairs of wings extended from his back, each glistening with snowy white feathers.

The heavy beats of his wings bore down on the white-haired man on the ground who tilted his head. "You're gonna give me gray hair soon, Mika."

"We both have white hair. What does it matter if we have gray strands," Mika pointed out, gently touching the ground. He wrapped the blindfold around his eyes, the wings disappearing from view. Quickly, Mika grabbed his shirt from the older male and slipped it on as his wounds began to heal. "And you'll always be a child in my eyes."

"That's not nice to say to your older brother," he pouted. But he grinned, throwing his hands up in the air. "A hug!"

Mika wheezed at the sheer strength he exuded.

Gojo Satoru was 28, but at heart, he was rivaled a 12 year old.

Gojo Mikaela was 14 (almost 15), but he was easily more mature than Satoru.

Most of the time.

"What do you want?" Mika asked not unkindly. He patted Satoru's back, silently urging him to get off.

"Can't I just come to see my precious little brother?"

"Not you."

Satoru laughed, not at all offended. "I want you to go with Megumi to find something."

Mika perked up. "I can do that."

He finished buttoning up his shirt by the time the wounds on his back closed. Looking at the two siblings, it was amusing how similar they looked. Both had a black blindfold and were fairly tall with white hair.

People always thought Mika was copying Satoru, Mika being the younger sibling. But due to their unusual abilities, Mika adopted Satoru's blindfold idea. Only, Satoru liked to push his hair up to make him seem taller. Mika didn't care and tied the blindfold so his hair fell over the cloth.

"What are we getting?" Mika asked, walking alongside Satoru. He shoved his hands in his pocket, walking at a decent trot.

"A cursed item," he chirped, showing him a picture on his phone. Mika hooked a finger to slide the cloth down his eyes slightly, wincing at the twinge in his back. "One of Sukuna's fingers."

Mika wrinkled his nose as he slid the blindfold back in place. The picture he showed was a small box with a heavily wrapped finger.

"Doesn't that guy have 20 fingers?" Mika asked, vaguely remembering the King of Curses. "How're we supposed to find it if we don't know where to start?"

Satoru let out a ta-da noise, swiping his pictures to show a map with a pin. "It's here."

Mika peered at the fuzzy photo dubiously, annoyed he had to slip his blindfold back off. "That seems pretty vague to me."