Cursed Legacy ( A Jujutsu Kaisen OC Fic)

Chapter 1:

Aoi Zenin was born on April 1st as an orphan. The boy's birth was easy and he was named after his late father like his mother had wanted.

Now no one would think that would be a problem, adults usually picked the name because infants couldn't exactly do it themselves. And even if he could, he wouldn't have rejected it because he actually found the name nice.

Even though it belonged to a dead person.

Aoi Zenin, it was practically saturated in prestige. Just the name though, he himself wasn't.

The problem was pretty simple and pretty big because really, who would want to be born into the Zenin family?

No one. Especially not Aoi because he was not insane. But well, if you had asked Ogi Zenin, the power hungry man might've said yes. He really wasn't in the position to be picky, living in the slums of Kanagawa before getting picked up by his father's family. These people value curse techniques over their own blood and bones. Blood thicker than water his ass, he knew his uncle would sell him to get his sleazy hands on one of Sukuna's fingers.

Before he came to be, there was a void. And the formless creature guessed he had been part of that nothing for a while. He was the Void and the Void was him. He didn't really know though, because part of being part of nothing doesn't mean a whole lot. He had no sense of self, or even understood the concept of time. Could he have even existed if he had no concept of himself existing? The boy hadn't dwell on it much, for he remembers little. And he has always been fucking horrible at philosophy.

As he was saying, before Aoi Zenin came to be, the single existence, or lack-thereof, was part of the empty chasm, and the chasm itself was part of him.

Amidst eternity, he was nothing and then the next, he was suddenly something. The too large soul contorted, stuffed, squeezed and bound to a physical body that was ill-fitting. The fact that he had been born a bastard and an orphan to boot—he was sure so he was going to die before making it out of toddlerhood—didn't phase him—and then it did—because the fact that his last name was Zenin really did it in for him. Though granted, it wasn't actually his family name he had a bone to pick with but the load of shit his childhood brings.

He hadn't always been a Zenin. Not an official one at least. There was a time in his early life learning to walk on stubby legs among the bustling throng of other, much longer legs that he was just Aoi. An orphan born to a dead prostitute and a father he had never known deep in the red light district of Kawasaki.

Aoi was an odd child, and a nightmare to his caretakers. Which were a lot of people. Incorrigible faces that he had a dim recollection of, he could probably pin them to place of you had pointed them out. Maybe except for Keiko, who he had been in contact with the most, being one of the younger girls with more free time to look after the boy during the busy times of the day. His toddlerhood was comprised of a whole lot of crawling and falling, mimicking the sounds that the adults around him made and being potty trained.

His 'nursery', which was a barren room with litte to no furniture and few toys scattered across the scratchy ground, was super boring. He slept a lot, by which he means more than half of the day. But being three years old now, he slept less and the boy felt the need to explore. It wasn't that he minded being doted on, or being cared for by the women here. Clothes doused in perfume and face painted white with heavy layers of makeup, giggling at every little thing the boy does. There just was a complete and utter lack of mental stimulation. So when he finally found his way out of the maze made of thin paper and wooden corridors, he was elated.

It was around that age the boy discovered that he lived in a brothel.

This of course, held little significance to the boy at the time.