CastAway

Chapter 13

Lupus non timet canem latrantem
[A wolf is not afraid of a barking dog]
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I pulled my clothes on while Yuji laid on the bed and watched. I could feel both men's eyes on me, but I knew Yuji was taking the time to study the numerous scars and tattoos covering most of my skin. Gojo had already seen them all from my stint in the morgue. I was sure both of them were wondering what the stories behind the marks were, but neither asked. When I finished getting dressed, I looked up to find Gojo already fully dressed and leaning against the wall beside the door.

"Let's get this over with." I walked past Gojo to open the door and headed downstairs.

I wanted nothing more than to get back into bed and go to sleep with Yuji on one side and Gojo on the other. The first three years I was missing, I got used to having two men who supported and loved me. Those three years on Dìyù were some of the best years of my life. I knew it sounded strange. I was on a deserted island fighting for survival and waiting for rescue, but I had two amazing men by my side the entire time. I had to admit that I missed it, I missed them, but they died and I had to move on.

I put my shoes on and leaned against the front door while I waited for Gojo to come down. He was probably telling Yuji about what food was in the house or something about dinner. I wasn't really sure and I didn't really care, I just wanted him to hurry the fuck up so I could go climb into that bed. Preferably with both of them. There was just something about having someone in bed with you, better yet two people, that made you feel safe, protected, cared for. That's what I missed most of all.

I spent fourteen years torn between the housestaff who raised me and parents I loved who barely had time for me. I loved Olena and the staff, they were there for me when my parents weren't. It broke my heart when my parents died, but it was comforting to know I had people to go home to. Then I spent three complicated years on a deserted island with two other people who had been stranded.

The next five years were a mixture of heaven and hell. I had been tortured, forced to kill, racked up enemies and allies, fell in love, got married, and lost the man I thought would always be by my side. I was a complex person, I'd had a complex life. It shouldn't be surprising I acquired trust issues over the years, and yet I ached to have someone that I could trust completely.

"What are you thinking about?" The sound of Gojo's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Joining Yuji in bed and leaving you to deal with Masamichi alone." I responded with more hostility in my tone than I intended.

"Oh really?" Gojo responded with a smirk.

"Not like that. What did you want to do about dinner?" I stepped away from the door when Gojo finished putting his shoes on.

"We could pick something up on the way back or cook." He responded coolly as he walked up to me and opened the door.

"I don't feel like cooking." I followed Gojo out of the house and slid into the backseat of the car waiting for us while he shut the door.

I wasn't sure if the guys would've expected me to cook or not, but I honestly didn't know if either of them could. Until I knew neither of them would burn the house down, I'd offer to cook if I was feeling up to it and they didn't want to go out. That wasn't today. I felt on top of the world now I could feel every ounce of my power rushing through me, but damn did Gojo and Yuji wear me out.

It wasn't long before Gojo sat down in the backseat beside me. It was then I realized it was Ijichi who picked us up. I glanced over at the man next to me to find an impassive look on his face. Wasn't his plan to keep me and Yuji a secret until just before the exchange event? Why the fuck would he reveal that I'm alive to both Ijichi and Masamichi? Maybe he wanted the principal to know that I was a full fledged goddess and couldn't die. Only Gojo knows. I could find out, but I wouldn't breach his privacy by going through his thoughts.