Forget Me Not (Discontinued)

Chapter Forty Four: Easy

"Why did you agree to marry a man like Gojo?" I've gotten quite used to these questions since our marriage arrangement was first announced. I can kind of see why, since this is an arranged marriage and I've come to know Satoru as a bit of an eccentric. But I don't think I've ever given it much thought; we sort of collided back together by the strange whims of fate. Being around him for this short amount of time has exposed me to so many amazing experiences. Everything with him just feels so easy and fun. I can even find myself smiling more than I ever have; I honestly can't remember the last time I smiled before meeting Satoru. That's not to say I never experienced joy but that joy never came with the security that it could last. Even during the hard times, with my husband I feel like someday I can come back to feeling ok again.

I look back at Nanami in the dark hallway before signing, Well originally it was for politics, but I enjoy being around someone as easy and comfortable as Satoru. I don't feel like I have to be on edge with him.

"I really can't understand how anyone can feel at ease around him."

I've never really known a moment of peace before meeting Satoru. That's not to say I was always unhappy off the grid with my mom and brother. But those were glimpses of happiness that always had that lingering fear of the day that either the police or the Jujutsu sorcerers came for my mother. Even when I moved here I was an outsider in my extended family and it felt like no one listened to me. But then I met Satoru and everything opened up for me. He just has such a carefree way about himself that even I forget some of my fear. And when we first met, he didn't just see my disability or be hung up on that. He made me feel heard and secure in my life, well as secure as a jujutsu sorcerer can feel. Nanami stares at me in stunned silence; immediately I try to apologize for my little tangent, I'm so sorry for going on like that, I was trying to find the right words to answer you.

"No, it's not that. It's just I'm unused to people actually saying nice but strangely insightful things about Gojo. I suppose in a certain light he can be good...more specifically your exact situation."

Before I can respond to Nanami, we hear a noise echo from further down the hall. Silently we both sprint towards the sound; I quickly summon one of my snake shikigami before we reach the source of the sound. And what I see is truly shocking; there were so many cursed spirits and these cursed spirits looked slightly off from the ones I typically see; almost as though they were manufactured. On top of that they seem to be in constant pain for some reason. It all feels very off.

"Takara, you should know that those are human beings whose souls have been corrupted by Mahito. At the moment we don't know if any way to turn them back...I assume you know where I'm going with this." Nanami says with a stern look on his face.

I gravely nod, picking up on his unsaid words. The only peace we can give these victims is a quick death...in that case I'll just have to burn through all of them. I summon two white snakes that are about the same height as me and direct them to go burn the cursed humans to ash. Nanami moves to take out a number of cursed humans himself; his curse technique is one of precision and remarkable agility. We make quick work of our enemies; the room is littered with dead bodies and blood splattered on the walls.

"We need to look around to see if that puppet master is around..." Nanami comments. 

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And so we searched for hours on end but we came up with nothing. At the end of it all we find ourselves sitting in a cafe pondering over what had happened at the abandoned building. "He wasn't there...but his victims were..." he takes his sunglasses off and looks straight at me, "Takara, what do you make of what happened?"

You want my honest opinion? I sign back to him.

"Yes, please."

I take one last sip of my iced coffee before answering, I think it's a distraction. I think this Mahito wants us to look away from whatever his true plan is. Why else would someone collect a bunch of corrupted souls and then abandon them in a building? It doesn't make sense unless he wants us to look there.

"I completely agree and I'm glad we're on the same page...what did it feel like being near them?"

It felt off, none of it felt right. It wasn't like the despair or negativity of your typical cursed spirit; nor was it the same lively vibrations that humans give off. It just all felt so wrong and disjointed.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into such a situation, it's just your capabilities are invaluable in going up against Mahito."

I'm not complaining, it's just different from anything I've experienced. And it only leaves me feeling motivated to stop him.

He smiles gently at me, "If only your husband could get motivated like you do. So much would get done."

"Talking shit about me to my own wife, for shame Nanamin." Out of nowhere Satoru appears behind me.

"It's not talking shit if it's true." He argues back.

"Still, gossiping is an awful habit." My husband lectures Nanami.

Nanami roles his eyes at Satoru and stands up, "I hope to work with you again soon, miss Kubo."

"It's Mrs. Gojo!" Satoru calls after him, but it's too late and Nanami is already gone. "How shameless of him." He huffs.

I turn to face him, How was your mission?

"Too easy, and I've been waiting all day to see you..." he wraps his arms around and in an instant we are back at our home. His lips find mine in a passionate kiss; he dips my head back as his tongue explores my mouth. When he pulls away I find myself holding onto him breathless. "Ya know, I've been thinking about you all day...and all the things I want to do with you."