Cursed Legacy ( A Jujutsu Kaisen OC Fic)

Chapter 5:

"Fucking hell, holy mother and son of bitches." Aoi hissed under his breath. Him and his big mouth. The boy hadn't expected the man to take the words of a kid so seriously.

This isn't going to be a spar, or even a duel. It's going to be a slaughter and he was going to be the pig.

But he wasn't going to back down. After all, that so goddamn infuriating teacher of the Zenin boy's had threatened him with something even worse than death.

Coming of age ceremony? Him? He scoffed at the immoral implications of that sentence.

Aoi lets the outrage sparked by the man's brashness fill his core. The Zenin man had been dealing with Mai Okaa-sama, negotiating for the boy's mizuage. Essentially, the boy's ownership and virtues.

The thought of it flooded his little body with crippling fear and hate, remembering what took place in that dark alley a month ago, which he carefully fanned until the gale inside his heart turns manageable. Anger was good, anger was his strength. He could use it in the upcoming fight.

Maybe it will make the punches hurt less.

He hoped so.

The boy brooded about it as he stalked the hallways, kicking at one very slow spirit thing with an odd mop of hair on its triangular head that was trying to crawl away. He'd seen some even weirder looking ones, having odd tumours that reeks of rotten flesh and poking with random bits of teeth and hair.  Aoi had come to realise that they are generally harmless, although a bit of an eyesore and a nuisance, they weren't like that thing.

The creature screamed and sizzled to bits.

He continued walking. The brothel tries to emulate the geisha culture in many ways, only seedier and more prostitute oriented. Right now, he would be considered a taikomochi, a male equivalent to that of a maiko, an apprentice that is considered too young to be involved with adult dealing. Not something to trade or be sold. At least, not yet. It should have stayed that way for a long, long while.

Yet, Mai Okaa-sama was already negotiating his mizuage. The mizuage was a ceremony for initiation into the working ranks. Here, in a brothel, it meant that the Head matron was considering selling his virginity already.

Mai was trying to whore him out, that greedy bitch! He wondered how much the woman was offered in returns for his complete guardianship. The woman wouldn't have let him go with a few measly yen. The woman was superstitious as hell, he was her mascot, an omen for luck and fortune. The damn hag must've haggled for a hefty amount. He'd seen the way the customers would eye him while playing in the Okiya's courtyard. The Mother has been offered what could've constituted to  the price of a leg or an arm for a night Aoi by some sleazy bastards and paedophilic hags.

But the mizuage should have never come up so soon, he was just a kid and it led him to believe that the giant, imposing man was not only using his political clout or family name, but was probably offering an obscene amount of money. Or so he assumed.

So here he was, weaponless, angry, and dressed in a yukuta that does not fit, Aoi stepped out into the outer gardens. (He hoped the match would leave him with bruises and unsightly wounds that would mark him as unsaleable. It's the least he could do to Mai for being an underhanded, traitorous hag).

The outer gardens were actually a polite euphemism for the muddy, run down, half acre lot of land behind the Okiya. The ground is mushy with moss and slick with mud, there is little plant life in the infertile soil. The area is commonly used for the back door dealings of the brothel and a place to sneak in and out for the working girls during their free time. It is also where the food, cosmetics, and other supplies are delivered, so that the unwashed workers from the trade district do not have to be seen in front of the business. It smells like a garbage dump, and he could feel his very nice pair of wooden geta sink into it.
Smiling, he slips them off and lets the slime squish into the cracks between his toes, happily examining as the bottom of his robes trail in the filth. This rebellious action serves the dual purpose of giving Aoi more traction and getting his clothes dirty, he was dead set on costing the brothel owner a whole lot of money as the boy stalked towards the side of the empty lot, white hair dangling from high ponytail swishing with his each of his step.