The priestess and Her God - A Utahime and Gojo fanfiction

Gojohime moment

Music filled the club/bar and everyone was in high spirits except Utahime. She was sitting in the bar nursing a drink halfheartedly with a perpetually written scowl on her face. Even that afternoon, Utahime was sure of what she felt for Gojo – it was hate. She felt hate now too, but it was reduced to a degree. Utahime felt Ashamed and downed the rest of her drink in one go. She thought about Gojo and remembered how she would always be his second. Actually, he would love himself more than anyone. Not being able to think about Gojo anymore she walked to where everyone else was dancing and joined. She completely forgot about the ritual and was set on having a good time.

After dancing for at least 15 minutes, Utahime was sober. She found Shoko in the crowd chatting up with an older man and he seemed to be nodding in agreement. Before joining she helped herself to another drink that was being served on the trays.

"Hey Shoko, nice date you got here," she said in a slurry

"Utahime, this is Jeong, and Jeong this is Utahime" Shoko waved between them

"Hi," Jeong said awkwardly and Utahime deduced that he was a foreigner
"Well, I guess I will be walking home alone tonight," Utahime said being rude on purpose, and walked away. That was so unlike me. Should I tone on the drunk confidence Utahime wondered?

"Utahime wait! It's not what you think. Jeong is a doctor and he was telling me that tonight the bar is serving the alcohol that he developed" Shoko said

Jeong looked like he wanted to incinerate himself on the spot and took to looking at his shoes. Maybe she was unnecessarily rude. Jeong looked genuine. Utahime pursed her lips for a second.

"I was only teasing Shoko and I wouldn't mind if you went home with this alcohol doctor," Utahime said

"It's not like that" Shoko was still saying but Utahime knew she only said that because Utahime was alone. She would have to find someone and very quickly so that Shoko didn't feel bad.

For a second Utahime considered what it would be like if she asked Gojo to fake date her for the night but she remembered that she would be tormented every day for the rest of her life. Gojo would incessantly call her to tell her about their not date, date.

She helped herself to another drink that was being served on the trays. The burn was good for  Utahime. It burned away any traces of a God being in her. But unfortunately, she wasn't able to get drunk.

"Fuck it" She said, and got the entire tray and drank the rest of the drinks on it. Not one ounce of regret. The hair on her arms perked up, as she shouted "I am the king of the world"

She stood for a moment letting the drinks settle in and then walked up to the next guy in her vicinity and pressed her lips on his. The guy froze under her, and the next moment his face was connecting with someone else's fist. The guy was thrown across the club. The same hands were also pulling Utahime from the scene.

"Let's go from here before this becomes bigger" it was telling her

All that alcohol was finally kicking and Utahime turned to see the face of the guy who had interrupted her kiss. Her eyes met with the same angry blue eyes from earlier. Utahime couldn't believe it. She pushed herself from him and walked up to the guy who got hurt. He seemed to be yelling something that Utahime couldn't make out.

"Here you go," she said very kindly and held out a tissue

The guy's face changed and resembled something like recognition. Instead of using the tissue to treat his bloodied forehead. He swiped the tissue across Utahime's face.

He screamed into her face. "Stay away from me freak! You think I want someone like you?" Utahime couldn't make out what that guy had said and stared at him, confused. "I can't believe I got punched for a Freak like you" He was adding

Utahime's sensed he was angry, and her cursed technique kicked in wanting to save her from any impending doom. Vines sprouted from her hands and grew longer and longer. Utahime couldn't believe it for a second and was fully convinced it was alcohol poisoning.

The vines were almost near the guy, and they were slowly snaking around his ankles and wrists.

Meanwhile, a crowd had gathered, and everyone looked scared. A man was going to die tonight.