Expectations and the dread of disappointment, as well as the fear of abandonment, are at odds. Will love truly conquer over all?
Mizuki Azumi was the chosen sacrifice of her sacred clan. Tied with her fate, her destiny was suddenly entangled with th...
I was never viewed as Satoru. I'm Gojo, the strongest.
Because over the thousands of curses I've exorcised, this power seems to be the curse I'll have with me until I've finally reached between the heavens and earth.
It has seemed o me in fact that those who called me lucky were incomparably more fortunate than I.
Because the moment I opened my eyes, my fate was sealed. The strongest, the blessed one, the chosen one. The one whose existence changed everything.
His very birth was more than enough that it tilted the balance of the world. Even when I was a child my eyes could see more than others, and my skin felt thick, there was always a wall between me and the world.
Like mortals who could never reach the gods.
So growing up, Satoru thought that he could save everyone he wanted. But a simple servant whom he adored took his own life. Because of being pressed by elders, because the servant gave Gojo Satoru a childhood. And he realized, he could only save those who wanted to be saved.
Was I Gojo Satoru because I have the six eyes and limitless? Or do I have the six eyes and limitless because I am Gojo Satoru?
To him who stood alone. To him who was always right and couldn't differentiate the wrong.
So he grew up knowing that he was carrying the world on his back. He was the most powerful. He was gifted.
But who knew that the person right under his nose would be the one to curse him at the end?
"It is a pleasure to meet you... Gojo-Sama." The woman in thick layers of kimono, and particularly eye-catching red eyes.
But when she looked at my eyes; even with the blessed of heavens six eyes, there was nothing I could see.
She was woven into perfect silk, graceful and fragile as porcelain, but she was incredibly beautiful.
She was probably barely a teenager, but the way she was held by the thin strings of traditions, manipulated like a puppet; was as if she were a doll crafted just for Gojo Satoru.
They feared him more than they respected him. Out of fear they wanted someone to handle him, someone who could be at his side, a suited person only from the Mizuki clan. One who could hone him as the strongest.
"Mizuki clan huh? Of course, your clan are child birthers," He said in an arrogant tone
Still, there was no emotion in her eyes. But he wouldn't be Gojo Satoru if he wasn't observant.
Her fist was tightly fisted as if all her anger was poured there that there was no more left for her eyes.
"I thought the turn of our clan was the last since the last ones were all assassinated. Fascinating for them to give you to me," He crudely said, applying salt to the wound. It hurts, but can I even feel pain when I'm already numb?
Our clan didn't use the word 'give' since it sounded dirty, because it was our job, it was what we were meant to do.
If I wasn't born a woman. Would things have been easier?
"Tell me. You hated them don't you?" He whispered, trying to taunt her. His six eyes looked at Azumi as if he knew all the secrets. But she wasn't a secret, she was simply a woman. An entity even the six eyes can't see beyond.
Infinity and Beyond. Those were what the six eyes can never truly behold.
You hated them.
"Elders who always act like they're the righteous ones, when in reality all they've ever seen is wrong." He spoke in an eerie tone.
You hated them.
"Those traditions that held us in strings."
You hated them.
"When given everything you can't do anything."
But I hated myself more.
"Because you couldn't fight back."
Satoru took one step closer and turned his gaze to the butterfly on her shoulders.
"I see... Mizuki clan has a great technique to manifest whatever is their greatest desires." Satoru spoke with great interest as the butterfly flew in his hands.
His skin that was pulling the limitless protection turned off as he trusted the butterfly to land safely into his palms. This was the nearest living ever near him. Since he was blessed.
Blessed people would never understand those who are cursed.
"Why don't we help each other out? Let us change those damn traditions, and break this cycle."
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Instead of life, he offered me death.
Death to those who continued this cycle. Death to elders who robbed youth to young ones.
He promised to marry me, under the infinity and beyond. Where the heavens and earth were witnessing.
I accepted him. For the first time in my life as a girl, my eyes reach a boy's eyes. His infinite blue eyes made me feel something fluttering in my stomach aside from the butterfly on his palms.
"Does that mean you're mine now?"
The answer didn't come from my mouth, but I took his hand.
