𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗔𝗚𝗘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 - CLAN COMPLICATIONS

Emotions were a lovely irritation, though the statement was contradicting — it was honest.

I knew the differences of love, each one usually held for a different person or different groups of people... like when I care, I want the people close to me to succeed and live happily — I wanted the same for my family and I want the same for him. But with him, it's a little different — I'm more than aware.

Yuuta claims we aren't as different as I thought, something sort of the same in value but became different people. We didn't choose different paths, both of us on the road to being a shaman, but we chose different ways to approach them. I had refused acceptance of it and he warmed up to it quickly. But either way both of us started off scared, we didn't know what to expect and were stuck with confusing scenarios.

I could see it in his eyes. The very eyes that stuck with me even when I was unaware. The deep blue shine like the undiscovered depths of a serene ocean, they were unnatural and sorrowed. The pair of obsidian hues were intriguing, something so fascinating it could catch gazed from all around, all trying to piece together who this boy was. I knew who he was to an extent, we knew the very surface of each other and could recognize one another from miles away, yet who we were internally could be different.

I knew on the inside I was still a coward. It's not pleasing to come clean with that fact, but what I show is really the honest me. Fear and confusion as well as sadness and other unsettled emotions. But who he was on the inside had been a mystery...

"Hey, (Y/N),"

...I'm not sure I'll be able to solve.

"What's up...?"

A sudden and heavy blow was delivered to the desk in front of me, I expected a type of crack in the desk from how strong the force was, but instead the wood remained still and a stack of white papers settled on top of it. Each page was filled with words top to bottom, the black ink scattered across the age with occasional highlighted sentences. "...what's this?" I asked the white-haired man, his shoulders shrugging as a response.

"Everything about you." Gojo grinned down to me tapping at the paper with his pointer finger. I raised a brow and narrowed my eyes a little at the realization— this was seriously, everything about me. "Who gave you permission to... do this?" I slowly pulled the stack away to look at the front page, it lacked a title but it was pretty straightforward — a copy of my birth certificate. Correction of my previous question: how did he have this?

"Doesn't matter, just thought you might be interested." He said as if I wasn't concerned about how he found this — if he had access to this, who else did?

"About myself? You know I know who I am right?" A light scoff erupted from my throat and I began to lift the page with a rising curiosity. His hand fell back on top of the white sheets my head tilting to look at him with confusion — he just urged for me to look through it but now he's stopping me?

"Do you?" He broke the silence with a blunt question that I didn't answer. I just stared at him with parted lips, my eyes moving to the papers again. "I thought I did... but you're making me doubt myself... again."

"Remember a while back when there was that bounty on your head?" He asked leaning against the class' wooden table beside me. I nodded slowly and lifted a few of the papers letting them drop slowly. "Yeah..." I acknowledged watching the array of sheets fall onto one another. "And how it was suddenly shut down."

My brows furrowed slightly and I looked to him with a light confusion. "I didn't know that..." I mumbled out with a faint shock from his words. "Well, what if I told you that's because they killed the wrong person?" He smiled a careless grin that beamed brightly in front of me — he knew something.

"Who?" I asked curious, my face expressing great inquisitiveness with a tilted brow and wondering gaze. He returned it with his head tilted forward, hinting at something and making me rack through my thoughts to find someone that had been killed... and then my thoughts finally settled on the women that had loved me unconditionally, my heart stinging a little. I let out a sigh to calm the rising feeling of sadness and began, clearing my throat a little. "So they — "

"Tatsuki Ozamaki." He corrected, interrupting me with his finger pointing up as if to make a literal point. I nodded accepting the correction, learning slowly about what he was trying to accomplish. "Sure, Tatsuki — "

"You're father." He corrected again with a knowing grin, my face contorted into a largely confused look that could almost be portrayed as disgust. "What?" My voice was a little more stern and I slowly began to connect dots that almost went unnoticed if it weren't for this whole 'background check' done by my nosy teacher. "I'll let that sink in before I add to it." He calmly said leaning his hands on his lap carelessly.

My brows furrowed further as if the conversation had only made me even more lost. "But my last name — "

"It's a Zen'in thing, I guess." He snickered knowingly, something he's aware of but I'm not making him childishly giggle at the thought. But before I let his confusing chuckles sink in I was reminded of who the Zen'in clan really was, and if he's getting to the point where I think he's getting... I might just be related to a group of harsh clan members.

"I'm not understanding what you're trying to say." I mumbled at his playful comment but he quickly waved it off, brushing it aside as if I wasn't involved with it — I chose to drop it. "Your father married a new women and took her last name, right?"

Before I could question how he know he pointed at the sheets of paper and I swallowed my words nodding slightly.

"He is Zen'in blood — it may be distant, but it's still there, hence why he is involved in the jujutsu word." He sent me thumbs up, almost proud that I had been in one of the rope clans — however I couldn't be to gazed by that, I was still trying to process the other half of the problem. "Okay, but why was he trying to kill me — last I heard he was living perfectly stable, he had no need for money." I reasoned with a sour taste on my tongue, I wasn't pleased with this information.

"Well money wasn't the only prize." He grinned as my words subconsciously fell from my lips."What else was...?" I queried looking to him with interest. His hand raised nearing my forehead until that shiver of energy clawed at my skin in goosebumps, I had instinctively moved back, proof that the energy flowed through my veins. "Your death, (Y/N)."