"flowers fall, clouds disappear, can my heart be understood."
ink fills the sea of your dreams, while scrolls cover the land of your nightmares.
[contains spoilers for jjk 0 and the manga]
[jujutsu kaisen x onmyoji]
[jujutsu kaisen belongs to akutam...
A four-year-old little girl watches her parents fight again. Instead of punches being thrown, words mercilessly tear into other without any regard for the child that stood and listened.
Was this what every child's family looked like? Was this the image of what a family looked like?
A four-year-old little girl closes her door and sits on her futon near the window. She watches the stars twinkle and the sky glimmer.
A paintbrush manifests itself in her soft hands, and a blank scroll becomes her canvas.
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An unfamiliar man with white hair and a pair of sunglasses stands in the house. Her parents sit uncomfortably, stiff smiles marring their faces, hands folded on their laps.
A four-year-old little girl watches again, but their voices are too quiet for her to hear, but loud enough that she hears a few words: 'sell' 'useless' 'gone'. She retreats back into her room.
A child's renditions of the dark night lay scattered across the floor, moonlight shining upon paintbrush situated next to the futon, a silent plea for her to take it in her hands and paint the dark night once more.
She refuses.
She takes the first scroll she sees, silent tears flowing down her face. She knows those words. She knows what they mean. She knows, she knows, she knows. She knows this could be a good thing, but is a child refusing to part from her albeit neglectful parents really such an outlandish thing?
Like the child she is, she cries. Her sobs go unheard by the people outside, but the scrolls listen, and they understand.
Teardrops stain the scrolls, and they show her the world her ink has created.
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Reality is often disappointing, especially after you've been in a dream.
You didn't want to leave. The scrolls didn't want you to leave. However, the white haired man outside the painting needed you to leave.
"I am Gojo Satoru." He said, squatting in front of you. "I will take care of you from this day onwards."
You shook your head, backing yourself into a corner, hugging your scrolls. You didn't like this man. Something about him felt... off.
Despite your refusal, your parents were more than eager to pack up your things and throw you out. Seeing as he had no choice, he took you in his arms and left, and off you went to your new world.
In the car, you had curled into yourself even further. Your scrolls were in the trunk of the car, further away from you than you would have liked. The scenery outside the car was beautiful however, and you couldn't stop yourself from taking the paintbrush that had manifested from your will, dipping it in the ink that floated in the air, placing the tip on the scroll that appeared from the seed of hope that he had planted within you, and allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling of freedom.
Gojo watched with fascination as you worked your magic, a paintbrush of an intricate design that would've no doubt costed millions appearing in your hands, ink of various colours surrounding your being, and a blank scroll appearing where your brush had tapped.
The feat you had done of hiding within the scroll was an impressive one indeed, especially for someone as young as you. What was in the scroll, he was curious to know.
Was it blank, a world of white?
Or was it a void of nothingness, a world for the mad?
Or... was it the world your ink had painted, full of life you created?
He couldn't help the gleeful smile that carved itself upon his face.
