Fall For You

Part 1

A/N: This story was written for goutaweek2021 on twitter. Fic + Art collaboration with @/razzpie (twitter) Please check out the accompanying art here:  https://twitter.com/razzpie/status/1418798970504196099?s=20

Warnings: nothing much except violence and major cliffhanger maybe *sticks tongue out*

Theme: Onmyoji and Yokai AU

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He was an ancient being, wandering for the last five hundred years in the human realm with one goal; to hunt down the enemy who had caused this chaos.

Two realms were separated by the celestial gate, a barrier destroyed long ago from the fight that broke out between the six eyes user and the rebellious yokai who goes by the name Kenjaku. The latter's lust for power and ambition was what drove him to pursue a dream to conquer the human realm. Gojo Satoru, the strongest yokai, was tasked to stop him.

But he was too late, and the celestial gate had already been opened by the time he arrived to chase Kenjaku. It wasn't his fault. If only the higher-ups of the spirit realm found out Kenjaku's betrayal earlier, Gojo would have had enough time to defeat him but what's done was done.

Hundreds of spirits followed the enemy which altered the balance of the two realms. Humans came to realize that they were no longer the superior beings in their world. Threatened by the existence of the yokai, they had learned over time how to counter them with the use of onmyodo ; the use of magic and divination. People who use the art of onmyodo were called onmyoji but not all humans were capable of learning it. Only those who had strong souls were bound to use this skill.

Back in the present, it wasn't as if he had nothing to do...really. But five centuries of hunting down one yokai in the expanse of the human world was exhausting.

Gojo was hanging out atop a tree watching the clear blue sky that mirrors the color of his eyes. Yokai had no sense of time so it didn't matter to him if he was wasting it. Hell, not that his mortal enemy made an appearance for the last five hundred years or that he wouldn't have a hundred more years to live to worry about eradicating the bastard for good. Time had no meaning for a yokai but it was the opposite to the original dwellers of this realm.

Human lives were short. They were weak and he saw them as nothing but inferior creatures. The yokai and humans didn't get along. Both existences threaten each other and befriending one was a rarity. Gojo found the idea foolish. A yokai can live for a thousand years or more while the average human could only live at the age of 70 though most of them die way sooner.

The white haired yokai sense an uninvited guest. The rustling of leaves and a loud thud of the body from below confirmed it - a human . As much as possible, he wanted to avoid them, Although most of the time, a normal human couldn't sense his presence.

It's a different story however when it comes to onmyoji.

"You,"

The human lifted her face to look at him. A woman with a wounded face, the slash painting it crimson as blood trickles down.

"Are you one of them?"

The yokai gaped from the cedar tree, staring down in wonder. His wisdom alerted him that the woman was a member of the group in charge of suppressing yokai in the area.

Gojo sighed mentally, there goes his time off.

"Even in a beaten state, you can sense me? Wow! I'm flattered~" crossing his arms, the corners of his lips curved upward. "I understand. Humans couldn't resist my charm afterall."