Scarlet Eyes (Gojo Satoru x OC)

۵ XLIX. shibuya

She really thought about it. 

Using her power irresponsibly. Her students would've called it pulling a 'Gojo'. Using her power to teleport to the United States that is. She knew she wasn't supposed to, but it was very tempting.

It was very tempting when she was huffing and tapping her foot impatiently, her arms crossed as she glared up at the stupid perpetually changing flight times. It wasn't this hard to get the fuck out of Japan. 

She was knocked out of her thoughts as she felt the buzzing of her phone in her pocket. She reached down to grab it, but before she could even see the caller ID,  she felt someone grab her elbow.

"Are you Miss Kumori Zenin?" A man with dark sunglasses and a suit stood just behind her. Kumori whirled around and took a step back, scanning the unfamiliar person. How had she not notice his presence? The buzzing of her phone had stopped. 

"Do I know you?" She had retched her arm away from the man and was very close to using that backhand she taught Maki a few years ago. 

Noticing her hostility (which was really irritability as she was royally pissed already) the man held up two hands, in a sort of surrender. "My apologies miss. I'm with the American Embassy of Sorcery. We got word that your flight was delayed and personally charted our own flight for your arrival in the States."

Kumori narrowed her eyes, but did not yet raise hands of defense or offense. "You identification agent?" She raised a brow. She closely watched him as he reached into his back pocket to flip over his ID, her looming shadows only calming themselves when her eyes laid on the crescent of jujutsu. Her eyes flickered to the buzzing of her phone in her hand, the persistent ringing only noticed by its vibrations. She'd learned that turning off the ringer was best to stay incognito in her line of work.

"Alright Agent Brooks. I appreciate the American's assistance," she cooled herself, flashing a small smile as a sign of civility. It was what she was trained for anyways. She swiped her thumb, the ringing of her phone stopping with the action. 

"The jet's at terminal F if we make our way there now," he said, his hand open as he gestured for them to move. "You lead the way. I don't my way around a Japanese airport as well as you." She agreed, turning to the direction, when the next events happened in slow motion. 

She agreed, turning around to lead them in the right direction. Her eyes had glared down at her phone, her annoyance in it being the third time it has rung, and the caller still couldn't take the hint. She looked back up at the agent, flashing an apologetic smile for its annoyance. The glasses of the man had slipped down his nose just a bit, but enough for her to actually see his eyes.  A startling gold, with a jagged scar over his left eye. Her thoughts lagged behind, those eyes were familiar. 

She thought nothing of it and continued walking on, when her heart stopped. 

"The target is en route to the final destination. All distractions should steer clear."

Now that voice. That was a voice she'll remember. 

One. Kumori raised her left hand to her hip, a shadow portal already open as her right hand reached into the dark abyss. 

Two. She blinked once, her scarlet eyes quickly activated. 

Three. She whirled around, the blade of her katana arched with lighting precision, halting only as it reached its target. 

The American Agent had already brought their arms up to shield themselves of her blade, unfortunately. The force of Kumori's power in her blade pushed nearby passers away along with their suitcases. The power of her blade merely tore the black cloth of the agent's suit. Underneath the suit were samurai bamboo arm guards.