Cursed Legacy ( A Jujutsu Kaisen OC Fic)

Chapter 4:

Jinichi Zenin is severely disgruntled when he learnt that there was no training today. He is even more upset when he learns his Oji-sama, who was also his shishou, is blowing off training to visit a brothel. He is utterly pissed when he is told that he is to be joining his teacher's visit.

After all of this nonsense, the young Zenin master was stuck in a room and told to wait.

So when the knock comes and a guttural but childish voice politely inquires if a cup of tea would please him, he affirms. The teenager however, was not expecting to see a well dressed brat step through, took in his appearance, and freeze with the tea tray in hands.

He scowled at the boy.

Of course the little thing would be scared of his looks, his awkward, brutish frame that bulges with muscles and a deep slashing scar imprinted into the skin of his forehead despite being thirteen. Just exactly what he needed to improve his mood, Jinichi thought sarcastically, for his little whore's son to be terrified of him, sitting in the cheap floorings of this shitty brothel that was crawling with small cursed spirits. This soft looking little thing wouldn't last a second on the streets or in a training session against his shishou, with his silky looking hair and a scrawny spine that... was... leaking... with a terrifying... amount of cursed.. energy...

Jinichi looks up, alarmed for the first time since he stepped into this barren room to meet wide, curious gold eyes.

"Mother of whores, that's a whole lot of energy." The brat's unnaturally hoarse voice breathed out, staring straight at him.

Suddenly there was a rush of movement and the tea set is on the table and the brat's fearless form was crawling into his lap. He makes a startled choking noise, thrown off by the words from the mouth of a toddler, who can't be older than six, and by all logic shouldn't have been able to see cursed energy, is invading his personal space.

Chubby hands are running over his chest, gripping the hem of the boy's yukata, smearing who-knows-what could be on an akasenko's fingers onto the expensive silk garment. The cursed aura surrounding the boy tripled in folds, vaporising the small cursed creatures in the room into ashes with barely any efforts at all. He could barely breathe under the unbearable heat of the flames and the force of the boy's aura, the hair on his body fizzles on contact.

The Zenin master realised in bewilderment, his aura was being absorbed. The boy was practically eating his energy.

"You gotta be shittin' me! So much—Atckhh!" And the boy suddenly made a gurgling, choking noise.

A hand is wrapped around the back of the boy's yukata, tugging him off his lap, and he could breathe again. Jinichi is appalled what had just happened and how he'd just let the boy's cursed energy overwhelm him. The woman's silent and abrupt entry was so quiet in the midst of his blunder that he could not hear it.

Looking up, he knew this newcomer was no simple whore.

Black eyes catches the brown irises of an older woman with salt and pepper hair pulled tight into the traditional style of a geisha, her crimson painted mouth turned into a polite smile with too sharp corners and her brown eyes pulled into downward crescents. It is her aged hand that was gripped tightly on the child's clothes, suspending the boy in the air by the neck. And the little boy suddenly looks very, very nervous.

"Okaa-sama, it's not what it looks like, I was just greeting this young gentleman—" The sweating child tried to explain, eyes wide and dripping with false innocence.

If he wasn't in shock, he would've snorted at the amateurish act of begging.

"One moment please, young sir." The elderly matron says in a sweet, venomous voice, dragging the brat away. The brat, who was valiantly attempting to wriggle out of his own clothing to get away. The two disappear out the door, which slid shut behind them, and Jinichi is left alone to stare at his cup of steaming tea in pure bewilderment.