Blood-stained (Yuuji & Sukuna x Reader)

Alliance ~ Ch53

Warnings : Mentions of plot from jujutsu Kaisen 0 and mild Geto manga spoilers (that we all probably know already)

¤ (Y/n)'s Point Of View ¤

I had only known Geto briefly before he became a curse user and betrayed Jujutsu high. He was a nice man and he took his uncle duties seriously. Geto and Nanami weren't the closest of friends, so it was Gojo that introduced the two of us. Gojo wanted to go out with some girls and needed to ditch his babysitting for a few hours. So Geto was always happy to oblige. But Geto was mostly just fascinated by my cursed blood technique.

Geto even offered to train me, but Nanami of course said no. But even after the decline, Geto didn't back down. When the man decided to go rogue and become a curse user, he still kept in contact with me. I knew from Gojo why Suguru was expelled from the academy. He believed jujutsu sorcerers were the superior race and that humanity were a plague. I was young then, and although I didn't 100% believe in his ideology, I understood him.

Geto occasionally visited me from time to time after he was expelled, usually curious as to how Satoru was or how my training was going. The man waited untill I had mastered the basics of my cursed techique before suggested that he could train me to use a few lost techniques. I was 13 when I agreed. The only condition was that we not tell anybody- especially Gojo. I could have said no. But Geto seemed to be the only one that was willing to let me flourish into the (L/n) I was meant to be.

There was only two jujutsu Geto and I got through. One, I mastered and the other I vowed to never attempt again. I had a falling out with Geto after my attempt on that second Jujutsu, and I refused to speak to him for a while. Not long after that, he attacked Jujutsu high. Those were the days Yuta was there to help us. The same day of the attack, Geto Suguru died by Gojo's hands. So why...why was he here standing infront of me with that same close eyed smirk?

"When I first met you all those years ago, I knew you'd become something great." Geto mumbled with pride. Suguru looked almost exactly the same. He wore his hair the same way with the same style of clothes. Nothing has changed about him other than that scar that circles his forehead.
"I'm...I'm confused." I muttered breathlessly, taking a few steps back.

"You're..." I couldn't even finish my sentence, but I didn't need to. It seemed Geto knew exactly what I wanted to say.
"Dead?" He finished with a raised brow.
"Not quite." The man added with a grin. I was confused. The floor was spinning. The eneregy I get from him is unlike anything I've felt before. He looked like Geto. He acted like Geto. But he didn't feel like Geto. My curse was still in his system, that seemed like proof enough that this was the same man. But still, I doubted.

The man continued to walk forwards as I stumbled back a few steps.
"You've grown so much, red." Geto praised, motioning to how I've changed.
"D-Don't call me that!" I shakily snapped at him, I couldn't even force solid conviction behind any of my words. Geto started calling me red once he started training me, only because every time I trained with him I got his clothes all red and bloody.

"Tell me, have you perfected that jujutsu yet?" The noirette asked him eagerly, a smirk sitting on his features.
"W-what?" I asked him with a gulp. A dead man was walking infront of me and the first thing he asks about is my jujutsu. Of course I knew which jujutsu he was talking about. He was always so focused on that one technique- the same one Sukuna wants to see so bad.
"Don't play dumb. You almost killed me with that jujutsu a few years ago." Geto pointed out.

"It wasn't you that I almost killed...you're not Geto..." I whispered in realisation. This man looked like Geto and walked like Geto, but this man was far more evil. I could just feel it in his blood. He chuckled maliciously at my words before beginning to slowly clap in the most antagonising way. I hated it.
"Smart girl." Suguru praised. But he didn't care to elaborate on it.