𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Ch. 15

   𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. He mercilessly exorcised every curse that tried to get in his way and stop him. They eased some of the anger and pain that surged through his nerves, but he wouldn't be fully satisfied until he committed his final act.

Satoru's mind and body no longer belonged to only him, it now homed his and his twin sisters hate. The hate that she would never acknowledge or come to realize no matter what they put her through. And that strong dislike he couldn't shake off convinced him to massacre the Gojo clan. Tonight.

   He would do it without hesitation. After all, they tore him and Rintaro apart without a second thought. So why should he care? Why should he second guess himself? They did this to him and Rintaro, and that meant they would pay.

They didn't deserve you, Rin. The vivid sound of her laugh breezing through his mind drowned out the chittering noises the freshly exorcised curse made. And then her scream... It felt as if it shook the buildings surrounded him and shifted the very tectonic plates beneath his feet. He knew this scream well, it was the same blood curdling screams he was forced to listen to each night she relived her tortures in her dreams.

Satoru couldn't stand it anymore. The city reminded him of the time the trio had brought her here. He could remember the way her eyes reflected and sparkled each stores blinding light fixtures. The warmth of happiness he felt from her that day was replaced with melancholy before being whisked away by his passing thoughts.

   His hands met at his chest level and he was immediately warped inside the gates of his family's estate. The hollow land that was once his and Rintaro's home. The carcass of structure that now felt like a memory book, and not a place of love and passion.

   Satoru started his focused gait towards the emotionally foreign home. He was empty. As if his very emotions were carved out like a halloween pumpkin preparing to be a jack-o-lantern. This isn't home. Became the only distinguished thought in his scattered mind.

   He now ascended the grand steps that would lead him to the front door of the estate. A memory surfaced to the forefront of his conscious, reminding him of the migraine that used to paralyze him. Rintaro's cry for help.

   Satoru ignored and presented a straight face to each maid that approached him. Shouts and whispers of concern were thrown his way, all in regards to the blood that soaked and dyed his clothes. Yet, he continued to ignore them, all the way into the entryway of his parents home.

   "Sato, you're home!" His mother happily approached him with open arms, completely unfazed by the crimson liquid contrasting his uniform. He looked down at her with disgust evident in his features.

Satoru irritatedly smirked at her false showcase of affection, before aggressively pushing her to the floor once she was close enough. His pair of Six Eyes angrily glared down at the lone parent who pathetically shielded herself with her arms. "Satoru, what's going on? Are you okay?" Her voice wavered through the mask of calmness she tried to present.

   "I'm not okay." He began to make slow, intimidating circles around his mother, subtly creating a barrier between her and the maids and servants who watched in horror. "You hid Rintaro... the other half of myself for 11 years. What kind of mother pulls two bonded siblings away from each other?" He spat down at her with hate laced in his tone.

   "How could you do that to her? What did Rin ever do to deserve that... be born against her will?!" Satoru's phone began to ring in the deep space of his pocket as he continued to rage hell on his mother. "How could you do that to me? I didn't want to have her taken from me, and yet you did it anyways. You won't ever feel a speck of how I felt when my twin was forcefully removed from my life."