"Why would he want something like that?" I placed my hand against my chin, thinking of a possible answer on my own. I was interested in the answer, genuinely curious for the answer behind the reason my own father wanted me dead. "I could only guess... maybe it was because you're related to him... perhaps your cursed energy?" He reasoned turning his head to the side and crossing his arms.
"Would that make my technique an inherited technique...? But he had two other kids so — " I cut my answer short, realizing my own mistake and losing hope all over again. Gojo shrugged before disproving my words as a mistake, "His wife was divorced, they're her children from another man." He pointed out with a grin, I lifted my head up a little. "I'm his only blood related kid."
"Yup!"
"Why would he try to kill me?" I ran my hand through my hair before slouching in my chair with a sigh. It was almost as if we hadn't gone anywhere with the main question, only answering small details. "You're some type of danger to him, I guess..." The man said lightly, his unsureness incapable of raising my hope. "He parted from the Zen'in clan and took a new identity — sort of — met your mother fell in love, left her and you, married a new woman..."
"Love is a crazy curse, huh?" He spoke suddenly a smirk sent my way that made my head shake, disapproving the statement and its correlation. "My parents weren't a good example of love..."
"No, but generally... love soothes and kills, it's your friend and enemy, unfortunately more often than not it betrays." He said, lightly a nervous sweat drop formed on my skin, worried as to how he knew such wisdom. "Is this from personal experience...?" He didn't respond and I managed to switch back to the original topic, a sigh passing my lips from lost faith and confusion. "But even with that... it doesn't make sense that my own father would want to kill me."
His hand pulled at the papers flipping to a page with just the same amount of words as the rest, though this one had a few numbers tied in as well. He settled his pointed finger beside a few letters speaking with an innocent tilt in his head, "You wanna ask him yourself?"
"Are you sure I'm allowed to?" I looked to the address, pulling the papers closer to look at the letters. Tatsuki lived in the city which wasn't much of a surprise considering his occupation, he had enough money to be considered rich — and he used it wisely, which made it strange that his ties to the jujutsu world were so dark.
"You can do what you want, but remember," He hummed lifting his hand as I searched the page for further information.
"He thinks you're dead."
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"Where are you headed?" I was greeted with an interested expression as I exited my dorm room quietly. I looked at Yuuta then looked away as if guilty, but I was simply just awkward. "Yokohama, it will only be for a few hours... I'll be back for late practice." I assured sliding the door behind me closed. The two of us began walking together, clearly headed in the same direction he started conversation to loosen up the visible tenseness in my shoulders.
"Are you going alone?" He tilted his head towards me, I nodded quietly and mumbled a gentle but anxious, "Yeah..." His shoulders lifted as if the weight on them had completely disappeared and a smile drew out across his face. "Oh — well I can join you if you want, I don't have much planned." He offered making my head turn to him for confirmation.
"Maki won't be too happy if you miss out on training." I responded with a small grin, the image of Maki's unhappy expression painted in my head was not of the faint of heart. "She'll get over it." That eagerness somehow managed to send my heart racing — he was willing to prioritize me... it was something subtle, and maybe I was taking it the wrong way, but it still managed to make me a little flustered.
"Well if that's the case... I don't mind you joining — as long as it's not too problematic." I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, a gentle look on his face as I nervously looked aside. He knew my insecurities.
"Of course not."
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"If you don't mind me asking, what are you visiting Yokohama for?"
The question sat in the atmosphere for a small amount of time, my eyes drifting away from the crowds of people that's seemed to multiply the further we got as we neared the train station.
"I just have a few questions for my father." I simply stated, my eyes watching the ground aa I began to conjure ideas of what to say when I see Tatsuki. I didn't know what to say or even how to begin a conversation with him, he's missed years of my life so it's not like I can be totally nice about it — and I definitely won't be very happy speaking of the death of my mother because of him. He didn't deserve my kindness and I would get answers out of him.
"Oh... about your technique?" He followed up, raising a brow in wonder, my eyes slowly drifted to his then averted elsewhere once I shrugged unsure. "Some of them will be... I think. I'm not too sure what else I'm gonna say — I didn't exactly plan it out." A nervous laugh left my lips and I looked back to him with interest for what he was going to say.
"Sorry for pressuring you to answer, then." He added gently, I shook my head to disagree with his words. "No — it's not your fault, you can't help curiosity — I also probably should of told you what's gonna happen anyway, it's only fair, considering you decided to join me..." I reasoned shrugging with a growing anxiousness, I hadn't exactly given him a full answer and I felt slightly guilty for it — he did decide to join me on this journey, it was as if I wasn't telling him what he was to expect. But I myself, didn't know much of what to expect either.
"Don't be obligated, I'll wait." He spoke in light equanimity, his eyes revealing a curious side of him that sat behind a willing patience. "But while I'm waiting... do you mind if we get something to eat?" He asked with a light laugh looking to me for approval. I nodded and removed my eyes from him, a hint of nervousness in my soft smile. "Not really, it's about lunch time anyway." Pulling out my phone, my words faded into the serene atmosphere, the sky was a neat cerulean and hovered above the both of us with a smooth wind.
I searched for a restaurant online before finally settling on something simple, I was hungry but not enough to sit down and enjoy a meal — I was on a mission.
Asking for approval of the location, I turned to the boy beside me who agreed with no hesitation and smile softly when I mentioned it was actually close by. We started to walk in that direction, our minds set on why we could eat once we get there.
We were quick to grab something and head out, it was evident that I was determined to find reasons for certain unarmed things — and he took note of that and he didn't exactly mind the rush. At least, he didn't mention it, he spoke very few words along the way — on the train ride he offered a seat to me but nothing more.
I think he was afraid to ask the wrong thing.
Aleyasia's Notes!
Hey, hey, hey...
I would like you to know that this book will continue writing after those stupid midterms akk everything until then will just be edits to the plots and details.
So, instead of updating (haha L), I'm going to figure out where I was originally going with this book. 😁... yeah I should've planned.
But for the time being you should totally check out my book "HONOURED" where (Y/N) isn't on either sides of the war >:).
Also I have a new book soon to be released from my drafts which I'm actually being smart with and idk using common sense with 🙄.
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