ᴀʟʟᴇɢᴇᴅʟʏ ☀︎︎ ɢᴇᴛᴏ s. x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ☀︎︎

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-sɪx

14 April 2006
Approximately 1:32 P.M.
Kanagawa Prefecture
Tokyo, Japan

Approximately seven months later.

warning(s): manga spoiler for ch. 65

A loud crash echoed in the air, making you sigh. The sounds of your chains rattling as you walked, hips swiveling with each step filled the air. You took your hand from your pocket, scratching your cheek as you looked around the wreckage of the building. The girl beside you sighed as well, whistling at the status of the old school.

“Damn. I hope Utahime and Mei Mei are okay,” Ieiri said.

“They’re fine,” You replied, watching Gojo pounce towards Utahime on the ground, grinning down at her. "They wouldn't be brought down so easily. I think. Probably."

“Utahime!” Gojo exclaimed, before laughing. “You cryin’?”

“I’m not crying!!” She barked. “Respect your elders, dammit!”

Mei Mei chuckled from behind Gojo. “If I cry, will you console me? I wouldn’t say no to that.”

“You wouldn’t cry,” Gojo said. “You’re strong.” Mei Mei chuckled.

“Gojo!” Utahime screamed, obviously mad at him. “I didn’t ask for your--!”

Ieiri gasped at the sight of the cursed spirit that rose from the rubble, towering behind Utahime, making her freeze. But before anything could happen, another curse was shooting up from the ground, capturing it in its mouth.

“Don’t swallow it,” Geto ordered, patting the curse as he walked by. “We’ll take it in later.”

“Geto!” Utahime gasped.

“Satoru, you know it’s not nice to pick on the weak,” He said, his eyes landing on you as you walked towards them, Ieiri at your side.

“Who the heck’s gonna pick on someone strong?” Gojo called down to him.

“And you’re the one who’s picking on her without even knowing it, Geto,” Mei Mei said.

“Gah!” Geto said, smiling apologetically at the fuming dark-haired female. “Sorry!”

“Utahimeee!” Ieiri sung. “Are you okay?”

“Shoko!! Y/n!!” She exclaimed.

“We were worried about you since you didn’t call for two days,” Ieiri said, waving to her.

“You guys aren’t hurt too bad, right?” You said. To which Mei Mei shook her head. Suddenly, Utahime bounced in front of you, wrapping her arms around you and Ieiri.

“Don’t become like those two, okay!?” She cried.

“Ha, ha!” Ieiri said. “No way we’ll become trash like that!”

Utahime pulled away with a sigh, rubbing the side of her neck. “Two days?”

“The barrier must have been messing with your sense of time,” You said. “We thought it was weird you were here, Mei.”

“Looks like that’s what it was,” She said, brushing her hair from her shoulder. “Anyways, more than that, where’s the curtain?”

The four of you blinked before looking at each other.

“Shit…”

…

“Are curtains even necessary in the first place?” Gojo asked, cheek in his palm as he sulked in his seat. He nursed the spot on his head where Yaga had hit him, pouting childishly. You sat beside Geto on the other side of the table, chin in your palm as your elbows rested on the table. Geto had one hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing over the fabric. You watched with amusement as Ieiri put on Gojo’s glasses.

“Does it even matter if regular people see us? It’s not like they can see cursed spirits or Jujutsu anyways,” The white-haired teen grumbled. Geto’s thumb paused from drawing circled onto your leg before continuing.

“Of course it matters,” He said. The prevention of cursed spirits is the most important for the citizens’ peace of mind. For that reason, keeping it confidential is important. Not only tha--”

“Yeah, yeah. Gotcha,” Gojo cut Geto off with a huff, taking his glasses back from Ieiri. “It’s such a pain looking out for the weak.”

“Society should protect the weak, and keep the strong in check,” Geto said, leaning back in his seat, one arm over his crossed legs. “You see, Satoru, jujutsu exists to protect non-jujutsu users.”

“Being righteous?” Gojo scoffed, peaking Geto’s attention. “I hate that stuff!”

Geto frowned. The hand he had on your leg squeezed your thigh, and you saw his eyebrows furrow together. Ieiri shot you a glance before waving, slipping away before it got even more heated.

“What?” Geto snapped.

“If you don’t remember, Cat-eyes,” You spoke, making him look towards you. “Curtains aren’t only for normal people. They are for sorcerers as well. If they aren’t sealed away from the normal world, things could end badly. What happened in Nikko was a prime example of that.”

“Applying reasoning and responsibility to jujutsu is what weak people do,” Gojo rolled his eyes. “Don’t get all proud of yourself for spouting that garbage. Blech!”

Geto stood up, his demeanor shifting as he removed his hands from your leg. You sighed, hanging your head as a curse lurked behind Geto threateningly. Gojo grinned.

“Let’s take this outside, Satoru,” Geto growled.

“You lonely? Go by yourself!” The white-haired man quipped with a quirk of his brows.

The door slid open, and both boys rushed back to their seats. You rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair as you crossed your arms over your chest. Ever since you moved up a year, the two boys had their spout of testosterone. They were always arguing over something, leaving you and Ieiri to break them apart most of the time.

“Where’s Shoko?” Yaga asked, looking to the empty desk.

“Who knows?” Geto said, a smile on his face.

“Maybe the bathroom?” Gojo said, both of them acting as if nothing just happened.

“Oh well, doesn’t matter,” Yaga said. “For this mission, I’m going to have you, Satoru and Suguru, go together. Y/n, you’ll be their back-up if something were to happen.”

If something were to happen? This made you crack an eye open, and look at your teacher as he leaned over his desk. Glancing to the side, you saw Geto and Gojo look at each other with disgust.

“What’s with the faces?”

“Nothing,” Geto replied.

“To be honest, it’s quite the responsibility but, this order comes straight from Master Tengen,” Yaga said, making all three of you sit up in your seats. “There are two objectives. Master Tengen, the Star Plasma Vessel, has a perfect match…

“...Escort the girl...and erase her.”