Live for me (Choso x Reader)

Own accord ~ Ch42

My apology essay :

I sincerely apologise for my atrocious act of tom-foolery this morning. I should have in no way deceived you all for my personal amusement and wish to rectify my actions by-

Sike.

That prank was hilarious and I am not sorry :)

Lots of love,

- BleedingRose7098

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3rd Point Of View

After (Y/n) had warped away with Mahito, Choso's brothers decided to go on a walk with Hanami. They all invited Choso to join, but the man politely declined. He and Jogo had business.
"Jogo." Choso called out as he walked into the gardens. The curse flinched after hearing his name, gulping as he looked up at the cursed womb spirit.

"Oh, uh- Choso!" The curse stammered nervously, "How are you?" Choso's eyes narrowed at the curse before flickering down to the food that (Y/n) made him. Jogo had barely touched any of it, the plate looking as full as it did when (Y/n) first prepared it half an hour ago.
"You haven't touched your food." Choso noted, motioning his head down to Jogo's full plate.

"Oh, uh- yeah! I guess I'm not feeling too well." The curse lied nervously, chuckling lightly as Choso's piercing gaze narrowed on him. The eye-contact made the curse feel like he was on fire.
"Curses don't get ill." Choso then said, making Jogo pause still.
"R-right. Ha ha." The curse laughed sheepishly, his fingers shaking.

"Where were you last night?" Choso asked, getting straight to the point. Jogo's eyes widened at the forwardness of his question, gulping loudly.
"W-what?" Jogo asked back, Choso towering over him intimidatingly.
"While we all plaid Shogi- while (Y/n) was on her mission, where were you? You were the only one not present." Choso told the curse sternly.

"Uh- well, I was on my own mission. Geto sent me to...do some research!" The curse blurted out, as if he'd just thought of his answer on the spot. Choso clenched his teeth, nodding slowly, not buying his answer.
"I see." Choso replied quietly, his eyes looking Jogo up and down.
"Is that ink on your fingers?" Choso found himself asking, despite seeing that Jogo's fingers were clean.

"Where?!" Jogo yelled, his plate clattering to the floor as he jumped out of his seat, inspecting his hands. When he realised that his hands were clean of any evidence, he lifted his head to look up at Choso slowly, his wide eyes full of fear because he had just been baited into an obvious trap. The curse began shaking as he took a step back, seeing anger dance across Choso's features.
"Now, Choso! L-Let's stay calm!" Jogo stammered out with terror, holding his hands up in defense.

Choso sneered as he grabbed Jogo by his cloak, warping them both to a random forest in Japan where they could not be heard. He slammed Jogo against the surface he saw, which happened to be a large collection of boulders, relishing in the loud grumt of pain he made upon impact. Choso activated his cursed technique, using his blood to hold Jogo down from his neck, putting pressure over his wind pipe so that he'd find it hard to breath.

"C-choso, p-please! We can talk about t-this!" Jogo stammered out, trying to claw his way out of the grip of Choso's technique. It was simply futile, Choso's blood only becoming heavier- making the curse feel like he way being crushed between two incoming walls.
"Why?" Choso growled through gritted teeth, "(Y/n) is the reason you haven't already been absorbed by Geto, is she not? So why would you betray her?"

"I didn't want to! It was Geto's idea! He k-knew Gojo would be there yesterday morning, so he sent her there so that they'd end up meeting!" Jogo explained. As he explained, the pressure of the blood around his throat loosened, prompting him to continue speaking.
"He told me to listen to their conversation and write down any information that (Y/n) said that the sorcerers would find useful- to make it sound like Gojo was using her!" Jogo yelled.

"Why?" Choso again seethed out.
"So she'd hate Gojo! So she'd want to take revenge and take part in Geto's scheme!" Jogo spilled, his eyes blown out wide as he said everything he could possibly remember. His words made Choso pause, remembering words that Geto said to him when he'd confront the man this morning.

"If she doesn't wish to be involved in this war, she doesn't have to. However, if she decides on her own accord to take part...well, I wouldn't deny her the opportunity."

"On her own accord." Choso mumbled, echoeing Geto's words outloud.
"Exactly! That's exactly what he said!" Jogo cried out, terror still in his voice.
"P-please you've got to believe me! I didn't want to do that! I care about (Y/n) just as much as the rest of them!" Jogo begged, making Choso scoff.
"Not enough evidently." The cursed womb spirit spat.

"I do! I just fear Geto more! I don't want him to absorb me!" Jogo cried, making Choso sneer. If he could exorcise Jogo without causing a fuss among the estate, he would. Choso has absolutely nothing against the taking of lives- cursed spirit or human.
"You'll speak of none of this to Geto, am I understood?" Choso glared, making Jogo nod repeatedly.

"Yes! Of course!" Jogo stammered.
"If he finds out about a single word from this conversation, I'll exorcise you myself. Don't mistake me for (Y/n). I don't care whether you live or die." Choso said, poison dripping off his tongue as he spoke. Jogo shivered, nodding fearfully. Choso was always quiet. It was hard to remember how deadly he was. But now, he'll never forget.

"O-okay." Jogo agreed with terror.
"And, now you report to me." Choso added, making Jogo freeze.
"W-what?" Jogo stuttered out with suprise. Did he say report to him?
"If Geto tries anything like this again- and plots or schemes against his sister, you are to come to me first. Am I clear?" Choso asked, glaring at Jogo when he went speechless, using his blood to put more pressure on his throat to snap him out of it.

"Y-yes! Yes, of course!" Jogo squeaked.
"Good." Choso told the curse, deactivatimg his cursed technique, letting Jogo sink to the floor.
"Are you...going to tell (Y/n)?" Jogo asked nervously, gulping.
"About your betrayal or about her brother's?" Choso retorted, making the curse go silent. In truth, Choso did not know if he'd tell her- about either of those things. If he did, she'd lose her brother and she already made so many sacrifices to keep herself close to him.

"She'll leave us if she find out... she'll leave you." Jogo muttered sadly. Choso hated that his heart ached selfishly after those words. If she found out about her brother's betrayal- that Gojo did not betray her, she'd go back to the jujutsu sorcerers. She wouldn't be able to stay by her brother after finding something like this out. Choso gritted his teeth angrily.

"Get out of here." Choso hissed angrily.
"B-but I don't know where we are?" Jogo replied. Choso glared at the curse warningly, making him scramble off the floor and up onto his feet.
"Okay, I'm going!" He squeaked fearfully, rushing through the trees without a clue as to where he was going. When he was out of sigh, Choso sighed.

For the first time in his existence, he really didn't know what to do.

(A.N ~ ;)

Chapter 43 Quote Teaser :

"I've been informed that chivalry is dead in this era. But I've decided to pick you some flowers anyway."