DARK RED [ITADORI Y.]

―L. DYING BREATH

CHAPTER L. UNTIL THEIR LAST DYING BREATH.

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One year ago, if you would have told me I would be dying, I would have just laughed at you. "With my luck? No way!"

I've always been a lucky person. Sure, I've done stupid stuff and broken a few bones and gotten some nasty bruises, but there was only one time that my life was ever threatened. Even then, I was never truly in danger.

When I first was introduced to Jujutsu, I couldn't help but keep asking myself: Why me? It was a question that kept coming to my mind. Why was I the one that curse attacked? Why was I the only one who could break past Gojo's Limitless technique? Why was I the one who was the vessel for the Goddess of Chaos? Why was I the one who was put through so much pain and fear? Why? Why? Why?

I felt my hands shaking at my sides. I slowly brought them in front of me, looking down at the bruising from the ropes around my wrists. I watched as the fading black marks began to darken once again, and the warmth began to rise.

This wasn't a dream. This wasn't just a nightmare I could wake up from and forget about by the end of the day. This was all real. Everything.

Yuuji and I were going to die. And everyone standing around us was going to die trying to protect us. There was going to be so much death. Everyone was going to die. And for what? Because Yuuji and I failed? Because we're fucking kids?

It wasn't fair. For anyone. My parents probably didn't even understand everything that was going on. They just knew they were about to lose their daughter. My younger siblings would probably never understand why I just suddenly disappeared. It wasn't fair that all of my classmates had to risk their lives trying to protect Yuuji and me. It wasn't fair that Gojo and Yaga had been trying so hard to protect us only for us to fuck everything up.

Yuuji's grip on my hand tightened, pulling me back to him. He looked down at me, his eyebrows furrowed together, lips pulled into a confused frown.

"Y/n?" He said quietly. "What are you doing?"

I felt fear nipping at the channels of my throat, making my voice catch. My exhale was short and sharp, the tears pricking the corners of my eyes breaking over and racing down my cheeks. The tightness in my chest constricted my lungs, and I felt my pulse slowly dying out. It took me a few tries to find my voice, and once I did, it was quiet and broken.

"I just want to end this," I looked up at Yuuji, feeling my lips tremble. "I just want this to stop."

"Y/n," He said slowly. "Don't do stupid shit. They're not going to kill us!"

"They're never going to stop unless we are," I whimpered. "They're not going to stop until we're fucking dead, don't you see that?! They will never stop until we are fucking dead. I am bound to die. They always come after me. They always kill me."