Megumi heard the words, but it took a moment for him to register their meaning.
"What...?" he asked, his dark blue eyes going wide, but his mind refusing to believe.
"Ankoku is dead, Fushiguro. Sukuna killed he-"
Megumi pushed past Nanami, running down the corridor. He sprinted at top speeds, making it to the morgue where Shoko worked.
He threw the doors open with a loud bang, startling everyone inside. But he didn't give a fuck. He needed to see her. To know that she was alive and well. That it had barely been a scratch and Shoko had easily healed her.
Instead, he saw his teacher sitting broken in the corner, while Shoko and Yuji stood over a table, looking at the body laying on it.
The white drape that covered most of her body hadn't been thrown over her face. So that, when he took a timid step closer, Megumi saw her dull eyes.
When he'd looked at them before, he swore he could see the depths of the universe. Dark purple with light specks, her eyes never failed to mesmerise him. But now, he could've sworn that they'd turned multiple shades darker, the depth disappearing completely. They looked up aimlessly at the ceiling, unseeing. The eyes that could see through anyone's soul in an instant.
Her face was void of emotion, her lips ever so slightly parted. She was white as marble and as still as a statue.
Megumi fell to his knees, next to the table. He didn't even feel as his eyes began to prick and his cheeks became wet with tears.
He didn't care that Yuji, Shoko, Gojo, or whoever else would hear his screams. He clutched the dead girl's cold hand, knowing that it'll never squeeze back.
...
Gojo had been looking at the floor, unable to look up, to see his dead student's body.
She'd first been tracked down by Nanami. The higher-ups had wanted her dead, because she possessed the powers of the Rikai Sorcerer. Something they were scared they couldn't control. She'd had the potential to become the strongest, he knew it. She would've easily surpasses him.
To protect her from the higher-ups, he'd taken her in as a student. He'd promised to help her control her technique, to keep her safe.
He'd failed.
Megumi's cries brought him back to reality. He'd never seen his adopted son show this much emotion, it was like another blow to Gojo's already shattered heart.
He stood up, trying to pull his adopted son away. He saw that tears covered the miserable boy's face as he clung to the girl who's body was already cold.
...
Yuji left the room, unable to look at Megumi.
Sukuna had murdered their classmate. He had murdered her.
If he was only able to take control of his body quicker, to control Sukuna better...
He held a hand over his mouth, not allowing himself to sob. He shut his eyes, not allowing them to cry.
This was his fault.
He was to blame.
He slid down the wall, sitting on the floor of the corridor, Megumi's agonising screams echoing even out here.
"Feeling sentimental?" asked a harsh voice in his head.
"Not now, Sukuna..." Yuji said, his voice breaking.
"She was very entertaining, you know. I'm keeping an eye on her."
Yuji wanted to shout. How could even a thousand-year-old curse be so cruel?
"There's no one to keep your eye on now. You killed her," he couldn't control the sob that escaped his lips after that.
"Maybe. But she'll come back, one way or another. Power like that doesn't go unchecked."
Yuji had no idea what Sukuna meant. He stopped any attempts of keeping his tears in, and cried quietly into his knees, Sukuna's memory of the fatal blow replaying in his head over and over again.
...
Nobara was upstairs. She'd heard about Ankoku's death, but she couldn't bring herself to see the body. Ankoku had been Nobara's closest friend, someone who managed to see past her rigid exterior. She was the only one in Jujutsu High Nobara had told about her childhood, the only person she ever fully trusted.
But Nobara had to stay strong, to pretend like her passing didn't matter.
...
Megumi had pushed past Nanami, running to the infirmary.
And Nanami hadn't stopped him.
The blonde first-grade had brought Ankoku to Jujutsu High. Those were his orders from the higher-ups, and he'd fulfilled them perfectly.
To his annoyance, Gojo had taken Ankoku under his wing. But slowly, Nanami had warmed up to the girl.
She might've been a little cocky, but it was deserved. She was truly powerful, even if she hadn't learned how to control her powers.
He ran a hand through his blonde hair.
Maybe it would've been better if the higher-ups had executed her in the first place. She'd gotten the promise of a halfway normal life, had grown close to so many people, only for her life to be cut off so short.
...
The Sun had fallen behind the horizon.
Megumi had locked himself in his room, sobbing into his pillow. Gojo went for a walk with Yuji, trying to convince him it wasn't his fault. That he shouldn't blame himself for whatever Sukuna did.
With a last look at the girl's face, Shoko closed the girl's eyes and covered her face with the white sheet.
Turning off the infirmary lights, she closed the door.
Long after the moon had risen and everyone in the school had fallen asleep, it was very easy for a certain someone to get into the school.
Choso quietly made his way through the deserted corridors of Jujutsu High School.
His tired eyes traveling up and down the hallway, making sure nobody was going to interrupt him on his mission.
He'd felt his blood relative die today. After making sure both of his younger brothers were completely fine, he'd come to a singular conclusion. He had other relatives.
Kenjaku had only given him a vague description of the girl. He'd said that she was the most important part of their plan.
That getting her on their side would guarantee victory.
Choso lifted the white fabric off the dead girl's face.
"It's time to return, sister"
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the strongest || megumi f. x fem! oc
Фанфик"you can't leave me! open your eyes. the rest of my life would be meaningless if you never looked at me again..."
