~ You're Here Now ~ * Satoru Gojo x fem!reader *

Chapter 6 - Rescue

A/N:

Genre: bit of Angst, bit of fluff

I promise, more Fluff and smut will follow soon! So stay tuned!
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*Mahitos POV*
"Sooooo, why can't we kill heeeer?" Mahito asked, pouting like a child. He and Kenjaku were in an old operation room, the ones with watcher seats behind some glass walls. The glass walls were long destroyed and some of the seats got stolen. They sat on two of the remaining ones, looking down to the middle of the room where you currently layed on an old operation table, sprawled out and tied down, still unconscious.
"We want to make Gojo mad, but not loose his mind." Kenjaku explained, making Mahito blow raspberries. "You're forgetting about our original plan, Mahito. This is just a little side mission, to see how much Gojo actually cares about that women." The dark haired man pointed to you. "How do you even know he cares about her?" Mahito asked.

"Suguru Getos body does bring a couple of advantages, including some memories. If I recognize her correctly, Gojo had opened up about being interested in her." Mahito looked at your body, disgust over his face. "Her? Really? She didn't even put up a good fight when I captured her." Kenjaku let out a deep chuckle. "Just use some of your disfigured humans to get in his way. And you stay away from him. If I'm correct, he will kill everything in his way to rescue her."
"Can I at least have some *fun* with her?" Mahito asked, excitedly. Kenjaku shrugged. "As long as you don't kill her."

*Gojo's POV*
Gojo was back at the school, standing in front of Yaga. "I mean it Yaga. She's in Danger, the card's a clue. I'm gonna go get her." - "Don't think I don't understand how serious this situation is, Gojo. But we don't know what the emeny is up to or what they have planned. Don't you think it would be better to get some back up? At least from your students?"
Gojo leaned forward, putting both his hands on Yagas desk. "I will go alone. Because I will do anything to get her out there alive. And if needed, I will kill every single thing around me until I get to her. Every person who'd be there with me would just be a burden. And I don't want them to get injured."
The tone of Gojos voice was serious, making sure Yaga knew he meant what he said. The older man sighed.
"Okay. Bring her back safe."

*Y/N's POV*
Slowly, you woke up. It was dark around you, except for some flickering electric lights here and there. You could feel your swelled up cheekbone and broken ribs, the taste of blood in your mouth added. Groaning, you tried to move but soon realised you were restrained of some kind.
Grounding yourself, you focused to remember what happened. You were in your apartment, then there was a knock on your door. You assumed it was Gojo, so you told him to go away. A second later the door was blown open and a Grey figure sprinted at you. You tried to defend yourself, but we're soon punched unconscious.
What was that thing that got you? A cursed spirit?

"Awwhhh, you've woken up!" a mischievous voice suddenly said from some corner of the dark room. Since your eyes haven't fully accustomed to the darkness, you couldn't see anything. "Let me go you bastard!" you cursed, pulling at your restrains. When the figurine who talked before came closer to you, you finally saw it's face. It was the same curse that kidnapped you before, a large grin plastered on that patchwork face. "Can't do that. You are going to be our Damsel in Distress." The figure almost sang, acting like a little kid. "I really wanted to kill you, you know. But they didn't allow me."
He stood next to you, lifting two of his fingers to dance along your arm. You tried to shake him off. "Get your filthy hands off me, curse." You growled at him, spitting at his face. The curse let out a crazy laugh, wiping his face. "Ohh you shouldn't have done this."
Both his hands flew to your arm, his grinning face turning into something insane before twisting your arm until it snapped.

You screamed in pain, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. The curse just kept laughing. "Ahhh, your screams are like the most beautiful melody I've ever heard!" You eyes were shut tight, trying hard not to focus on the pain of your broken arm. Patchwork-face was dancing around the room in bliss. "Ahh, I need to hear that again. I need to hear you scream again." He then aimed for your other arm, both his hands clasping it as a sudden knock somewhere in the room made him stop. "Awhh too bad, that's my signal." His hands left your arm and you sighed in relief. "I hope we'll meet again." He said with a crazy grin. Then, he proceeded to heave and spat out some dry looking things. You couldn't see what they were, until he threw them out the room, into the hallway and they turned into some kind of disfigured humans. "Bye-bye!" With that, he closed the door, leaving you alone and in pain.

Trying to calm yourself down, you tried to move in some way to get the restrains off your feet. But every inch you moved, the pain of your arm went though you like a lightning bolt. Gritting your teeth, you tried to fight through the pain. You had to get out of there before he changed his mind and break any more of your limbs.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You cursed under your breath, still trying to somehow wiggle out of your restrains, when you heard screeching. You stopped your movements, listening. A bunch of other noises followed, like loud thumping and walls crashing.

Suddenly, the door flew open. Standing in that door was Gojo, breathing heavily, splats of blood all over his clothes and face. "There you are." He breathed, walking over to you. He didn't sound surprised nor relieved, almost numb. "Are you okay? What did they do?" He asked as he stood next to you, his icy blue eyes scanning your face and body. "Not too much, but my arm..." Your voice trailed off as his gaze landed on your arm. It was heavily bruised close to your elbow, he actually saw splits of your bones bulging against your skin from inside. He clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring in anger.

"Gojo?" you breathed, getting his attention back. His hard features immediately softened as he saw the tears in your eyes. "Please, just get me out of here."
Gojo removed your restrains, carefully sitting you up and getting you on his back to carry you out.

A car was already waiting outside of the hospital, Kiyotaka behind the wheel. He greeded you while Gojo carefully sat you down in the back seat. "Ijichi will get you back to Jujutsu High so Schoko can take care of you." Gojo explained.
As he tried to step away from you, the hand of your uninjured arm held his sleeve. "Where are you going?" You asked him. Your eyelids were heavy and you were close to passing out from pain and exhaustion, but you didn't want Gojo to leave you. "I'm going to find whoever did this." He tried to carefully remove your hand, but you gripped the fabric of his jacket even tighter.

"That thing isn't here anymore. It left, it old me itself." You did your best to open your eyes wide enough to find his. "Just, please don't leave me right now. Please." Sighing, Gojo nodded. He closed your door before walking to the other side of the car, getting into the seat next to you. "Let's get out of here." Gojo said, noting Kiyotaka to start driving. You slowly sank down in your seat, your head somehow finding Gojos shoulder to lean onto. "Thank you for saving me." You said quietly, falling unconscious a second later.