𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Ch. 14

   𝐘𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬. Nanami suddenly burst through the door and harshly shoved the teacher out of his way as the urge to vomit crept further up his throat. He turned and watched his student clutch tightly onto his abdomen as he ran, after being overexposed to the rooms effects.

   A deep sigh left his lips once his hand touched the solid steel door. The frequency and harsh environment being kept behind the door could already be felt vibrating through the metal, and he knew he wouldn't have much time before his fate was the same as Nanami's.

   His hand gripped the handle before forcing the weighted door open. Yaga then allowed himself a few seconds outside the door to endure the initial effects of the room. Once adjusted, he stepped into the room and to immediately expose his ears to the soft sobs of the girl unknown to him.

   "Gojo." His shaking voice echoed through the small, papered room. Yaga stared down at her with an unwavering focus but seemed to choke on his own breath once his eyes met the piercing blue of hers. "We need to speak on your crime and invasion on Jujutsu High. But before that, I want to make you aware that I have already ordered for your inevitable execution."

   "Why can't I just talk to you about this, Toru said you'd be able to work this out." Rintaro's already puffy eyes emitted streams of tears that rushed past her trembling lips.

   The teacher propped his glasses higher on his nose to maintain his mask, "I did some research in regards to your situation based on what records the principal holds. And, in those records I found your autopsy and official death certificate. So, my next question is: how are you alive?"

   "I didn't die, or more like I was supposed to be dead. I don't exactly know how they confirmed my death or any other details, because I felt as if I died." Rintaro looked down at the littered floor beneath her in shame. "I just remember waking up in that chamber and not ever leaving there until a few weeks ago."

   "So, you are aware that your liveliness is a problem for the Jujutsu world?" His eyes pierced through her skull with anger and hate riddled in his pupils.

   "I didn't ask for any of this! I didn't ask to be a Gojo, I didn't ask to be a twin, and I definitely did not ask to be a sorcerer." Her voice croaked from the weakness her chords suffered due to her continued sobs. "All I wanted was to be a normal kid that could spend their childhood with their brother like any other person. But instead, I was thrown off the face of the earth and left in a chamber, only to be tortured and experimented on. And yet, I'm still alive, I'm not so sure how... but I'm alive for Satoru. He needs me."

   "I am deeply sorry, Ms. Gojo." Yaga managed to get out.

   "You're sorry?" She snapped.

   "You're...sorry? For what... Me? Don't apologize for me almost killing my own twin brother, and then being murdered by my father's hands." Rintaro continued to stare down at the crumpled sealing paper crowding the surrounding space. Tears continued to fall from her face and softly landed on the ancient paper with a slight sizzle.

   "Sorry cannot take back the constant beatings and experiments I endured from someone who gave me life." Rintaro's body began to shake in anger and sadness as she began to vividly reimagine her memories beneath the Gojo residence. "That same person who was supposed to love me unconditionally, blindfolded and shackled me. Leaving me completely defenseless against the endless cursed spirits he would send in to finally kill me."

   "So please, don't apologize for the 11 years of hatred and horrid memories I sat through. Because, in the end you don't mean it and you're just saying it to feel like you did something." The teacher bowed his head down, ashamed of the situation he wished he never stepped into.