𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑬 ⇢ Gojo Satoru

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

KINZOKU MIKAZUKI SMILED WIDELY AS SHE STOPPED BY THE BAR, arms resting against the cool glass while the bartender poured her another drink. It was the seventh one for the night, and if it weren't for the fine establishment she was currently in, she would have been kicked out a while ago. But this wasn't Neo Masquerade or the Devil's Tango – places she adored, but that were tacky even on a good day –. No, this was Roppongi, the district for lawyers and trust-fund kids, which was exactly what she was to the world when she wasn't a special-grade sorceress and kicking Cursed Spirit's asses.

Here, she was just another rich kid with daddy's plastic card stuck between her breasts, and no one was ready to second-guess her when she wore the entitlement so well. The lights around her shifted, the tinted blue soon turning into a devilish red as the song shifted into a sensual piece. The sorceress leaned over the bar, taking her drink and turning just in time to come face to face with two of the Gojo siblings.

The sorceress didn't even blink, pushing the drink into Satoshi's empty hand as a grin appeared on her face. There was no point in trying to fool her, and Mikazuki had felt their presence the moment their car made it to the capital. Really, at this point, she was inevitable.

"Oh, what a delightful surprise!" Mikazuki chanted, eyeing the two brothers with a hungry stare before merging back into the crowd. "Two Gojo brothers all to myself, what shall I do?"

The siblings followed, making their way across the crowd before finally matching up to the sorceress. Mikazuki didn't seem to be bothered by the clearly overdressed pair, too busy downing half a bottle she'd stolen from someone on the dancefloor. They were out of the floor now, nestled under the stairs that led to the VIP rooms upstairs. Satoshi looked down at the drink he'd been handed, sniffing loudly before coughing violently. No one could survive this amount of alcohol, it might as well have been one of Shoko's medical supplies.

Mikazuki leaned against the wall, pulling down her shirt to expose her cleavage, a seductive smile playing on her lips when she caught two pairs of ocean eyes following the movement of the fabric.

"Why don't we make tonight fun, boys?" The sorceress taunted, arching her back as she slowly put her arms up and around her head, shirt riding up and exposing her taut stomach. "Just the three of us, it'll be our little secret"

"Cut the crap, Mikazuki. We're here on business." Satoshi interrupted, pushing the drink into a waiter's hands before turning his attention back to the woman, honorifics forgotten long ago.

He was done addressing her with honour and respect, that was something reserved for someone who deserved it, not a mass murderer like the sorceress currently standing in front of him. Mikazuki chuckled, giving the boys a once over before rolling her eyes.

"Really? Hard to believe when you're dressed like that."

Satoshi and Satoru looked down, taking in their loose dress shirts and their pressed pants. They looked like two perfectly respectable gentleman, yet Mikazuki appeared to be seeing something else entirely, tongue darting out to wet her lips with a satisfied expression on her face. The younger Gojo cleared his throat, Mikazuki's golden eyes finally leaving his chest and looking up to meet his ocean ones. They were a quiet blue, like the morning sky, certainly less intense than Satoru but still impressive enough to make the woman second-guess herself.

"The Magistrate has a couple of questions." Satoshi began, his voice cracking slightly while his eyes wandered down Mikazuki's exposed clavicles and down her exposed chest, the black lace of her bra disappearing under the fabric of her shirt.

Mikazuki cackled before taking another sip of the bottle.

"Don't they always?" The sorceress wondered aloud, her expression suddenly turning sheepish. "I'm surprised they sent you to do their dirty work, though judging by what happened last time, I'm not that surprised. Those Doors really did try their best."

Satoru took a deep breath, hands turning into fists as he tried to contain his rage. The woman currently standing in front of him wasn't the Mikazuki he knew – she wasn't even the same woman he'd met in the chapel, and yet the same deadly stillness was present in her golden eyes, like a silent warning, daring him to come closer.

"We're sorcerers, it's what we do." Satoshi continued, now annoyed by Mikazuki's clear disdain for the rules.

"Is that true?" The sorceress asked, cocking her head to the side as she turned her attention to Satoru.

There was something in her gaze now, a wicked glare that glowed like burning gold, the same thing he'd glimpsed that night at the club not that long ago. A challenge, one she knew he couldn't refuse.

"You've been awfully quiet tonight, Satoru." Mikazuki commented, the sound of his name leaving her lips nearly enough to punch the air out of his lungs. "Fine, I'll humour you." Mikazuki took a step forward, the small space between the two suddenly turning into nothingness as her breath mixed with his. "Ask away before I change my mind."

Satoru remained glued to his spot, unwilling to move as he felt the energy of their cursed talents crackling in the air like electricity. He could see it clearly through his Six Eyes, the Infinity of his barrier merging with the golden wilds of her Eternity, the two merged in a constant battle but never quite touching each other. Satoshi didn't have to think twice about it, quickly launching into a series of questions without even considering the current situation – or more accurately, his brother's position.

"Do you have anything do to with the recent killings of sorcerers?"

Mikazuki leaned her head back, exposing her long neck as she chuckled loudly, the sound getting lost between the music of the club and the constant shuffling of bodies in the dancefloor.

"That's a tricky question, I'm not sure I feel like answering it..."

Her eyes turned to ice once again, whatever golden flame had been dancing in her irises disappearing back behind the eternal calmness of her stare. Satoshi opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a single word, Satoru surged forward, clasping his hand around Mikazuki's wrist and pulling her against him. The world tumbled, and although his fingers never touched her skin, the sizzling of her Eternity could be heard even through the music.

"This isn't a joke, Mikazuki." He bit out, hands burning at the sensation.

Mikazuki pulled her hand away, the cracking in the air that followed nothing but an omen of what could have happened had they touched each other for long. She'd always thought of it as a Curse, but now knew it as a gift.

"No, it's not." She answered coldly, rubbing her wrist where Satoru's fingertips remained singed to her skin, almost like a burn. "Why don't we make a deal? Fight me – no Cursed Energy, no tricks – and if you win, I'll tell you anything you want to know."

Satoru remained still, playing Mikazuki's words back inside of his mind while Satoshi's eyes widened at the implication.

"Are you crazy!?" The younger Gojo asked, voice laced with panic. "You can't touch each other without ripping a hole through the fabric of the universe but you want to wrestle!?"

Mikazuki shrugged, a sincere playful smile on her face.

"Basically. Yeah."