Cursed Legacy ( A Jujutsu Kaisen OC Fic)

Chapter 7:

It was the surprise and distasteful visit from Ogi Zenin, the second son of the Head master of the Zenin family himself to the down shodden place that stinks of sake and sex that had set things in perspective for Aoi. The boy's fate was headed for the better or worse though, no one knows.

Apparently, Madame Mai had known some pretty big names within the clan. Being able to bargain them into taking the custody of a bastard child in return for a large enough fortune was nothing short of an amazing feat. Though, the woman's acts was done out of greed or pity for his fate, Aoi wasn't sure. Either that or the Zenin head was just really nice but the boy doubted that.

It wasn't a pleasant meeting, if he had to say.

Being sold like meat on a market was humiliating. He wonders about his fate in his next to-be home. It couldn't be worse than a brothel, he decided.

After waking up from the forced slumber, Aoi had continued to empty his stomach's content into the wash basin in this unfamiliar room. Not that there was anymore to empty, he could only cough up pile of diluted blood and bile. His bowels hurt. The beating had been brutal. His body was sore, his bones creaked in protest with each movement and he wondered if he could even walk. He frowned, Aoi wasn't going to be a cripple, was he? He has too much unfulfilled ambitions for that.

The Zenin master hadn't gone easy on him. He could barely remember what happened when he got his ass handed to him on a plate, before he was promptly knocked unconscious and stared at his hands in wonder.

That technique... the Hell—Hell something Death he couldn't properly recalled. He scrunched his eyebrows together in concentration, not that it did anything more than make his head hurt and his eyes go cross-sided.

The screen door of his 'prison' opened before he lost more brain cells the longer he was left to his own devices.

An authoritative figure of a woman stepped into the small confinement of the room. The way she walks held a slightly familiar to that of his Okiya Mother's, Aoi noticed, with elegance and a dignified expression on a hard face, followed by two servant girls kneeling on the floor behind.

Her attire was simple but grand, screaming with riches and prestige down to the single thread in her gold embroidered sleeves. This woman was obviously someone of high stature, a clan's or perhaps even a daimyo's wife if the boy had to take a wild guess, her eyes sharp and brows stern, hair nicely coiffed into the heavy looking ornaments on her head.

Why and for whatever reason this noble woman would be visiting Aoi's pathetic, bedridden form he couldn't tell you.

One of the servant girls mutely slid the screen door shut with barely a sound, leaving the two to the privacy of the room.

"I am Kaede Zenin, wife of Ogi Zenin," the older woman introduced stiffly, crinkling her nose at the smell of vomit pungent in the cramped quarters of the room and the filth that was wafting off the boy in waves. "You are going to be under my supervision from now on in the Zenin household. I expect you know at least how to behave in proper etiquette as a new member of this family."

Oh, the boy realised. The transaction was already completed. He had been sold from the brothel.

He didn't know if he should feel regret, or lamented the lost of his freedom under the tutelage of the akasen. "Where am I?" He asked instead, throat hoarse with a deflated sense of anger, ignoring the woman's disdainful huff at his crude language of a cheap thug, the clear evidence of high lowly upbringing. "How much did that fuckin' hag sold me for?"

"Mind your language, boy. Learn to respect your elders and know your place or there will be discipline." The woman bit out, appalled by his galls. "Everything in this household has its consequences."