Fabricated Lives (Toji x OC)

23: Hollow Purple

A/N:

Never mind, y'all get two chapters today.😊

Satoru name meaning, "enlightened" 

Toji shoved his katana through Gojo's back, the blade punctured through his torso and straight through his heart. Red hot blood dripped down the katana's point and onto the ground.

Instead of freaking out Satoru looked behind him at his attacker. The man was familiar; he just couldn't put his finger on it. "Have we met before?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm terrible at remembering guys' names too." He smiled devilishly. "Although I am surprised Nyoko hasn't mentioned me, we've been dating for a while now."

Gojo gritted his teeth and used Blue to push him back. He hoped that what he said wasn't true, but the knot in Gojo's stomach told him that it was. No one really knew about Nyoko, and they certainly wouldn't know her by name. Another more horrible thought crossed his mind...Nyoko lied to him. What happened to Akio? The man that was taller than him, blonde with brown eyes. She told him he was shy and sweet. Toji was none of those things.

One of Geto's cursed spirits swallowed him up, but he easily cut through the curse, killing it. The Star Plasma Vessel, the maid she was traveling with, and Geto were all gone, leaving Toji alone with the Six Eyes.

He sighed. He had hoped he would only have to stab him once and then be done with it, but he was still alive. Gojo Satoru, younger brother of Nyoko, wielder of Limitless and possessor of the Six eyes. He promised Nyoko he wouldn't kill any member of her family, but here he was hoping to do just that. Even if he was only going to kill him because he was too powerful and he needed him out of the way, it didn't matter. How could he pass this opportunity to take down the pinnacle of jujutsu? The strongest sorcerer.

Toji continued his attack and calmed his conscience. What was that saying? It's better to beg for forgiveness than ask permission? He shrugged. He would beg for Nyoko's forgiveness later.

She didn't think she could breathe. Her heart stopped beating and her blood went cold. Nyoko dropped her phone, she didn't even hear the clank as it hit the floor. Her mouth was dry, she was unable to swallow.

"Nyoko it's okay, he's going to be okay." A female voice came from the other end. "I just don't know where he went. As soon as he was healed, he just left."

Nyoko bent down and picked her phone back up. "I-I..." Tears flooded down her face. She felt embarrassed, but she couldn't stop the sobs that wracked her body. "Who was it?"

"Geto said..." Then Shoko explained the man Geto had been almost killed by and Satoru had been killed by.

Nyoko threw the phone to the ground. On impact it split open, but didn't break, only the battery and the cover came off. A scream ripped from her throat, she pulled at her hair, her pretty white hair. Her knees gave out underneath her, and the next thing she knew she was on the floor.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid." She kept screaming as she pulled on her hair harder. Nyoko knew this would happen. Why am I so stupid? Why did I think I could trust him? All she had wanted was someone to love, to escape the world of jujutsu with this man. But now she felt hopeless, she felt stupid, she felt used.

But she needed to get her head straight. Through her tears she searched the floor for her phone. Satoru was her little brother, she needed to protect him, she needed to help him. For all she knew he could be getting himself into more trouble. If he didn't win the first time, why did he think he was going to win the second time?