book I of "the sun in the sky" series
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She had no name, nor friends to laugh with or parents to confide in.
She was just a maid who served the Gojo Clan.
But then, she meets a boy with eyes more vast than the sky.
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A simple, sweet story between t...
Perhaps he had underestimated just what that non-shaman could do.
Gojo Satoru laid on the ground, lifeless and cold. Unmoving. His eyes were cracked open, half-lidded, gaze dull and grey. Blood pooled and trickled from his neck, chest and abdomen, thigh, and forehead, creating a painful, nauseous piece of art.
Gojo Satoru was dead.
For Fushiguro Toji had killed him.
The sky was bright. Yet, no sun was shone. A cloudy day, depressing and mocking his lifeless form.
In his pre-death mentality, he thought: well shit. He wondered if Amanai Riko ended up refusing the merger, and returned back with Kuroi. An adorable, laughable reunion. He even wondered about Shoko's words, her words about that Reverse-Curse Manifestation he just could not grasp. He could really use it right now. He wondered if Suguru managed to fend the non-shaman away, capture him, or better yet, kill him.
He doubted it. If he couldn't, then no matter how strong Suguru was, that blasted non-shaman without even a spec of cursed energy, would not die.
What a predicament death was.
Only, Gojo Satoru would refuse it, the mere idea of death, until the very end.
"Young master!"
Who chooses who gets to be born blessed?
He could have laughed. It was very much pitiful, laughable really, remembering that powerless, desperate girl at this very moment.
"Young master! Wake up!"
It brought back bittersweet memories, hearing that title. That tone.
"Young master, open your eyes, please!"
I'm not blessed, and I never was. I was cursed with this life.
Perhaps, she was. Metaphorically speaking.
"Young master . . !"
He had to wonder, how was she these days, if she had survived this far? Was she feeling human, enjoying her life to the fullest?
It was hilarious that he even cared.
"Young . . ."
His finger twitched. A pause, in, whatever pre-death delusion he was having. Was it even a delusion?
He didn't know.
"Young master,"
He finally figured it out. The core of cursed energy.
"Fight."
He opened his eyes to a bright, newly sunny sky.
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aight well that was that
anyways, hope you guys enjoyed! I spent many nights thinking about this plot, and then I slapped this onto my notes.
never write anything like this (this is my first 'technically' one-shot, (I split up the parts here bc I wasn't sure whether wattpad could take 17,000+ words in one chapter, but on ao3 it's a proper one-chapter one-shot)
Anyway, thank you AGAIN if you have made it this far, for reading this! I'm happy! So, so happy! You're amazing, spectacular, and you deserve the world and so much more!
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