【月が綺麗ですね】
tsuki ga kirei desu ne
"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" - a Japanese phrase used to mean I love you.
A boy with a curse meets a girl with the power to end or save the jujutsu world. Through bloodshed, trauma, and broken promises, w...
A/N: I've been getting requests for special chapters and I don't want this book to have too many parts so I might just publish a separate collections book or something for TGKDN special chapters (the non-canon ones). I'll publish some of the first chapters here (the multi-part special chapters) so you guys can see if you want to hop over to the other book to check out the rest. I haven't decided whether I'll be publishing them on Wattpad, AO3, both, or somewhere else. If anyone has any suggestions then please feel free to message me.
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'I ran...why did I run away?' Yuta felt like a coward for running so fast the moment Maki made him choose. He didn't even know why he ran. His feet acted before he could even think. He didn't think when he ran out of the school campus, didn't think when he made his way to the train station, didn't think when he paid for a ticket to Sendai City, an extremely impulsive decision considering the fact that his phone was dead and he just barely had enough money for a ticket back to Tokyo, and definitely not when he walked here.
He hadn't been here since that day. On the day of Rika's funeral. The funeral was a quick affair just like Rika's life. Yuta always wondered why Rika's grandmother didn't cry. But then again, he didn't either. He was too scared to with the monster latched onto him that kept whispering about how it was going to be with him forever.
Even though it had been years, he still remembered exactly where her grave was located. It was one of those memories that he just couldn't forget no matter how hard he tried. Just like how he remembered the exact swing he sat on when he met Hiyori all those years ago, Yuta remembered the exact street Rika died on and the exact plot her corpse was buried in.
Walking towards her grave now, all the memories of the past six years came back to him. He still remembered those awful nights during the first few years with Rika. When she just wouldn't stop talking to him. The endless "we'll be together forever and forever"s that trickled throughout the day but became morbid chants at night when he was alone in his room. He couldn't even scream because of how scared he was. Then it got so much worse. It was small, at first, maybe an angry screech directed towards someone who got too close that no one could hear except him but then it escalated. She started attacking those around him. It wasn't until she attacked his younger sister that he realized it was best for him to stay alone.
And stay alone he did for six years of his life.
He couldn't hate Rika for any of it though.
He just couldn't.
Because there would always be a place in his heart for the girl he promised to marry so many years ago.
The scent of ashes - probably from someone mourning the dead - lingered in the air and enveloped him. He could feel it. The presence of all the lingering cursed spirits that were too weak to show themselves in fear of the far more frightening cursed spirit next to him. Speaking of Rika's cursed spirit, she was unnaturally quiet. At some point or another, she had partially manifested next to him and stayed by his side. Just like she always did. Except, unlike other times, it felt almost like she was comforting him now.
