Yūji stares up at the black billowing smoke. She sighs softly and takes a bite of the daifuku* she had bought from the bakery on her way back to the crematorium. She leans back on her hands and basks in the sunlight.
"You're very close to your grandfather," Satoru states more than asks.
Yūji giggles softly and nods her head. "Ojīchan is–was like a father to me. My parents had no love for me. Ojīchan and Obāchan couldn't bare to simply stand by and watch what my parents did. I was their only granddaughter, so they took me in."
"They didn't love you? Your parents..." Satoru trails off curiously. Yūji's soft smile stays plastered on her face, her eyes glazing over with a certain darkness to it. She doesn't notice Satoru's frown.
"If I wasn't born crazy, my parents would have made me crazy. Though they made me crazier, no matter how much Ojīchan and Obāchan denied it." Yūji closes her eyes and tilts her head up. "They wanted a son. After they realized Haha* couldn't have anymore children after me... well, I don't think I have to spell it out for anyone."
Yūji takes a deep breath and turns towards Satoru. She smiles, eyes dark with memories and old hopes, long since shattered.
"Honestly, I have to thank my parents. With what they did to me, it's made me who I am today. They taught me a lot too! Even if they didn't know they did," Yūji continues brightly. She eats the rest of the daifuku in her hands with a hum.
"You were born crazy, hm?" Satoru asks with a smile. Yūji laughs slightly, a small flush painting her cheeks.
"My family's incredibly old. There's many legends about us. Many believe that the Gods, in their fear and jealousy, flip a coin each time a person of Itadori blood is born. They bet on the person's sanity," The pink haired teenager explains brightly. Satoru hums in interest.
"How can the Gods be scared of mortals?" Yūji doesn't mention the slightly mocking tone from the white haired man.
"No God fears mortals. Are you too stupid to not believe in legends?" Sukuna agrees with Satoru inside her head.
"It's too long of a story to get into right now," Yūji answers both with a cheeky grin. She stands up from the bench outside of the crematorium right before the door opens.
"Itadori-sama," Naoshi greets with a deep bow. Yūji smiles softly and gives a small nod in greeting.
"Hello again Uozumi-san," Yūji greets kindly.
Naoshi keeps the door open and waves a hand towards it. Yūji glances back at Satoru and tilts her head towards it before facing the door and starts walking.
"Asai-dono sent ahead the urn. Is this man going to be joining you?" Naoshi asks, glancing at Satoru with a narrowed gaze. Yūji smiles softly and turns to look at Satoru as he walks over.
"We have much to discuss. Thank you Uozumi-san, for your worry, but I trust Gojo-san. He won't harm me," Yūji says kindly. Naoshi purses his lips before silently stepping aside.
The pink haired teenager walks into the crematorium. "Are you close to any family, Gojo-san?"
"Nope! My family's dead. They were all traditional and archaic, so there isn't much to miss." Yūji blinks at the way the information was stated. She hums in acknowledgement before they reach the room where the remains of Wasuke lay.
"It must get lonely sometimes. Not having anymore family, even if you hated them," She says offhandedly. Yūji sighs softly and stares at the ashes and bone fragments in the middle of the room. She takes in a deep breath and walks over.
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𝔾𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕 | ʲᵘʲᵘᵗˢᵘ ᵏᵃⁱˢᵉⁿ
FanfictionYūji remembers all the tales of the Itadori Family her grandfather would tell her when she was younger. The Itadori family was born from blood and bone, from glitter and gold, from steel and fire, from love and war. The Itadori family were powerful...
