MORIARTTI : Jujutsu Kaisen x Bungo Stray Dogs

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❛❛ 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮. ❞

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Covered in dirt with a mixed of my own and someone else dried blood, I still couldn't believe that this man allowed me to be with him, and let alone let me sit comfortably inside his car.

As my mind is still occupied by all of these kind of questions, I didn't bother myself to listen and understand what he is saying while my gazed is still completely fixed at the window where I could see the darkness outside which associated by the moon and the stars in the sky.

When the road finally reach the highest peak of its surface, my eyes slightly lit up in amusement when I saw a bunch of lights coming from those houses in the distance and how they resemble a soft-bodied beetles with a glowing butt.

For the past six years when I was born in this world, I guess this is the first time in my life that I genuinely appreciate the darkness of the night.

The scenery outside looks exactly like a painting, a piece of breathtaking art that I once saw while running away from those people that tried to catch me.

Catch and use me for some reasons that I'm not interested to know.

"So..." I then heard a nervous laughter coming from him, "can you at least tell me your name?"

And just like last time, I didn't answer.

Yes, it's fine, that's the right thing to do.

Right thing to finally end my suffe—

"Promise if you tell me your name I wouldn't bother to say anything in our whole ri—"

"Piece of shit..." I lowly mumbled as a reply, which I also predict will make him look at my direction with a clear confusion in his expression.

I know, because he is a good person.

"H-Huh? What did yo—"

And I didn't deserve that kindness no matter what angle I look into it.

"Bastard . . . idiot . . . son of a bit—"

"Hey! Hey! Are you seriously cursing at me? You know that's an appropriate language especially for a kid like you, right?"

When I didn't answer, he continue to asked me again until he gets tired taking my bullshits.

Half an hour passed, the seemingly peacefulness between us suddenly broken when my mouth unconsciously move on it's own and answer his question.

"That's my name."

I then shifted my attention towards his direction.

He with dark brown eyes that almost devoid of any emotion, short hair that had a reddish tinge, and wore a navy collared shirt with pare of wielded holsters where he kept two old pistols, work pants, and blooded leather shoes.