𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑬 ⇢ Gojo Satoru

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐈𝐕 - 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋

THE FLASHING NEON LIGHTS SLOWED, the red undertones slowly turning into a bright purple and bathing the room in a strange light. The dancefloor was suddenly filled with another new wave of mortals dancing, and soon their conversation became drowned in the cacophony of it all. Still, Gojo Satoshi didn't let himself be overcome by the sudden stimuli, opting to climb the stairs to follow the pair into the clearly labelled VIP section. The sorcerer paused halfway; he could see the entire nightclub from up here, yet he could also glance into the hallway and up into the private floor where fewer members were welcome.

The sorcerer didn't even hesitate as he followed Satoru, his credit card pinging automatically as they made their way to the upper platform and through the crowd. Satoshi latched himself onto his brother's sleeve, dragging Satoru to a halt.

"You can't be serious." Satoshi reiterated for what felt like the hundredth time, his ocean eyes then traveling to the sorceress. "She can't be serious." He said again, his voice turning to nothingness as Satoru got rid of his hold.

Satoshi tsked but didn't give up, still following the two sorcerers through the crowd despite the constant throbbing lights and the inciting music.

"We're in a nightclub!" He tried eventually, finally stopping when his chest hit Mikazuki's back.

"Technically it's an elite club but, same thing." She answered chirpily.

They'd finally stopped, the constant chatter of the dancers and the loud music a mere whisper in the hallways they were currently standing in. Satoshi gulped, stepping away from the Kinzoku as he watched her fumble a key card into the lock.

The door opened, revealing a dimly lit room. Both the floor and the walls were carpeted in vibrant red – and wasn't that disgusting, really, – though what seemed to catch Satoshi's attention was the large bed covered with black satin sheets, prepared for a very specific purpose which clearly wasn't what they were going about to do. Although, judging by Mikazuki's frantic breathing, her scantily dressed self and her sweat-covered skin, he could have been fooled.

"Let's do this." Satoru chanted as soon as the door clicked shut behind him.

The sorcerer shrugged his suit jacket off, throwing it at his brother before turning to face the Kinzoku once again. Mikazuki looked calmed – even with strands of grey hair sticking to her skin and a thin layer of sweat dripping down her cleavage, she was still the picture of perfection– I mean, composure.

Satoshi balled Satoru's jacket and threw it unto the bed, ignoring the ripples that formed in the water mattress as it landed on top of the pillows. The younger Gojo turned to his brother, eyes pleading.

"You can't seriously think this is a good idea." When Satoru didn't answer, Satoshi continued to speak "You're letting her manipulate you into doing this."

Mikazuki cackled at the accusation. As if manipulating Gojo Satoru was such an easy task, she would have better luck trying to teach a pig how to paint. The sorceress cracked her neck, shedding her own jacket and pulling up her hair into a messy ponytail. She wouldn't let a simple technicality get in the way of her victory, especially against someone as cocky and overconfident as Satoru.

"If this is the only way I get to have answers, then so be it. I'm not backing down." Satoru announced.

He was already standing on one side of the room, his stance already prepared. Although hand-to-hand combat had never been his forte, this didn't mean he wasn't well trained for it. He was the first of the Gojo siblings, the clan heir, and as such he had been prepared for it since birth, just like every other Jujutsu art. Mikazuki smiled, both amused and intrigued at his stance while she positioned herself on the other side.