CURSED SUICIDE (MxM)

Chapter 19

GOJO POV

Being willingly killed was humbling to say the least. And worst of all, he let a deranged suicidal mafioso run free in the heart of Tokyo unsupervised.

Yaga would skin him alive.

Gojo Satoru never fucked up. And even if he did most times, it was unsalvageable. This was one of those times. He fucked up. And he did it big time.

Satoru groaned, feeling reversed cursed technique help him stitch the wound close. It was never a comfortable feeling, leaving him with a sense of loss that he couldn't explain.

His eyes worked overtime to provide him with the information he had missed. His memory didn't feel like his own as the Six eyes were so kind to remind him of what he had missed in his brief overlap with Death.

He saw Dazai skip around the penthouse, collecting small location devices from all around the place and hiding them back in his dark coat. Satoru didn't even know about them and when the fuck did that motherfucker had the time to hide them?

Gojo rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache coming his way, and tried to get up. The beautiful couch, his favorite furniture, was died red and something was telling him there was no way the dry cleaners could save it.

What a disgraceful way to go out. He always imagined something like Toji killing him again, that's why he had prepared Infinity in the first place. So, he could be untouchable.

But no. The universe would find a way to fuck him up yet again and send him a man with the technique to erase any other. Seriously, what were the chances of that.

Then again, Satoru handled most of everything with finesse. Just this once he allowed himself to relax, lay back, let the others figure out the messed-up curses.

His phone rang, piercing the still air and his thoughts.

Satoru frowned. He wasn't out for that long, was he?

He picked up the little thing and stared at the illuminated screen. The caller ID was Yaga's. He figured as much.

"Gojo Satoru, what is going on?" Yaga sounded nothing short of mad pissed.

"A lot of things. Why are you calling?"

"Tell me why I just got a call from Dazai saying you kicked the bucket and arranging a meeting for the Jujutsu society in Shibuya?"

"I'm alive, thank you very much." Gojo rolled his eyes for his own sake and made a quick work of changing clothes.

"Just what is going on? Should I be worried?"

"No need. I'll handle everything." Gojo brought the phone away from his ear to check the time before swiftly returning it. "Don't tell the others just yet."

"Are you insane!?" Yaga's yell almost made Gojo go deaf. "You know I can't do this. This sounds awfully like a dire situation, Satoru. I can't possibly let you go alone."

"Yaga, please." Gojo exhaled in exaggeration, fixing his hair in front of the mirror. "I've never asked you for much. But just this one time, do me a favor."

The sigh that followed through the connection made Satoru grin. He loved Yaga, one of the little people who had managed to survive and stay by his side for this long. And he was grateful for him. Even more reason that he didn't want to pull him in this mess.

"If something happens, whatever it is, I'm sending you back up."

"Of course."

Satoru turned off his phone, not looking at the device twice before he discarded it to the side. He didn't want any more distractions for the day.