Chaos Cursed (Geto x OC)

Umekiri's Choice

"Just apply, Ume. What is the worst that could happen?" In the golden light of the early morning sun, Satoru Gojo's hair glistened like the fresh snow from last night's storm. His breath billowed from his lips in the cold air as he and Umekiri jogged around the local park.

Ever since that day at the restaurant, Gojo has made himself usual company in the Asotori household. He has become something like an older brother to Umekiri. Even though he doesn't look older than twenty six, he is much older. One of the perks of being a jujutsu sorcerer--not aging like non sorcerers. It makes up for the scarcity among jujutsu users, and the even larger gap in those who go into using their abilities to exorcise curses. It seems that many have taken to living a usual, human lifestyle, ignoring the dangers of the world unseen to most. 

Not Umekiri. She wants to follow in her parent's footsteps and become a skilled sorcerer. Well, follow in the footsteps of their youth, before they quit their life's calling. She knows it is in her blood. No, not just her blood, but her soul. 

"The worst that could happen, Gojo," Umekiri says through exasperated pants. "Is that my parents would disown me." Ever since Umekiri turned fourteen, she has asked Gojo to start training her. Her father and mother were absolutely against her doing anything of the sort. In fact, they forbade her from even learning any combat skills. They figured that if she didn't know anything about the jujutsu world, she wouldn't go seeking the danger. 

It took one rebellious night for her to secretly go behind their backs and seek training from the one person who would teach her. When Umekiri and her high school friend snuck out of the house and ran into a curse who took up residence in an old abandoned building. The two of them dared each other to sneak inside and see who could last the longest. If it weren't for the small switchblade that she always kept in her pocket--a gift from Gojo--they might not have made it out alive. Though the curse was a low grade, the two girls had no skills between them. Especially since her friend couldn't even see what was causing the destruction in that haunted old building. Umekiri later found out that Gojo gave her a weapon imbued with cursed energy. Shortly after, he gave her some verbal lessons on all the things her parents chose to hide from her. 

Now, having just turned twenty, Umekiri is looking at attending the Jujutsu University in Tokyo. A sorcerer only needs to apply to get in, to show that they are indeed interested in learning how to wield cursed energy to exorcise curses. Considering how little jujutsu users there are, the school isn't too picky on who they accept into the program. And someone like Umekiri who has a last name that is well known in the jujutsu world...she probably wouldn't even be called in for an interview. Especially since Gojo is a professor and mentor there. 

Gojo laughs as he turned a corner. "You and I both know that isn't true." 

"Yeah. But they might forbid me from seeing you," Umekiri confided. Even though she was just a toddler when they first met, Umekiri can still remember the feelings she got when their eyes met. It was as if a lifetime's worth of memories were stuck in a compartment of her mind, thrashing at the lock trying to escape. She still has the sense that the two of them had met before. But it would had to of been in a different life, considering how young she was when they met. Not that she has any clear memories of the two of them, just hunches--which she hasn't ever told anyone about. The thought of not being able to see him would devastate her. 

"Maybe for a time," Satoru answered, "but I doubt even that." They stopped once they reached the corner of a store at the park's entrance. A large stone archway stood to mark the neighborhood's recreational area. Benches lined the slush covered sidewalk. Why Satoru enjoyed running outside in the cold, Umekiri could never understand. "You deserve to follow the path that you desire, Ume."

She sighed and stretched her sore limbs. Almost everyday they had been training, and each day was more intense than the last. With the deadline for applications fast approaching, Satoru thought it would be best to push Umekiri harder. She has risen to each challenge, while also loathing each one.