Dark Resolutions | Geto Suguru x Reader |

13: Truth Unveiled

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the room as Miyako finished her tea. Her wounds were healing, and with each passing day, her strength returned. Her resolve, however, remained a fragile thing, suspended between doubt and determination.

Suguru watched her carefully from across the table. He could see the wariness in her eyes, the lingering distrust. Yet, he also noticed a flicker of something else—curiosity, perhaps even hope. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

"You've been quiet," Suguru observed, breaking the silence. "What are you thinking?"

Miyako set her cup down and met his gaze. "I'm thinking about everything you've told me, about the jujutsu society and the corruption within it. But I need more than words, Suguru. I need proof."

Suguru nodded, understanding her need for tangible evidence. "I expected as much. And I have something to show you."

He stood and extended his hand. Miyako hesitated for a moment before taking it, allowing him to help her to her feet. Despite her progress, she still felt the occasional twinge of pain from her injuries.

They left the room and walked through the corridors of Suguru's home. It was a modest place, surprisingly ordinary for someone with his power and ambitions. Eventually, they arrived at a small, secured room. Suguru unlocked the door and led her inside.

The room was filled with documents, files, and photographs. It looked like a makeshift command centre, with maps pinned to the walls and notes scattered across a large table. Miyako's eyes widened as she took in the sheer volume of information.

"This is everything I've gathered over the years," Suguru explained. "Evidence of the higher-ups' corruption, their manipulation of events, and their exploitation of sorcerers."

Miyako approached the table and began to sift through the documents. There were records of missions, memos from high-ranking officials, and even testimonies from sorcerers who had been betrayed or abandoned. The picture that emerged was grim.

"They're willing to sacrifice anyone to maintain their power," Miyako murmured, her voice filled with disbelief. "Even their own people."

Suguru nodded, his expression sombre. "That's why I chose this path. To expose their hypocrisy and bring about true change."

Miyako looked up at him, her eyes searching. "But your methods... the lives you've taken, the chaos you've caused. How does that help?"

Suguru's gaze hardened, a flicker of pain crossing his features. "I won't justify the lives lost, Miyako. But sometimes, drastic actions are needed to shake the foundations of a corrupt system. I believed that by breaking it down, we could rebuild it better."

Miyako turned back to the documents, her mind racing. She still couldn't fully accept Suguru's methods, but she couldn't deny the truth in the evidence before her. The jujutsu society was far from the noble institution she had once believed it to be.

"I need time to process this," Miyako said, her voice steady. "But thank you for showing me."

Suguru nodded. "Take all the time you require. When you're ready, we'll decide our next move."

---

As the days passed, Miyako delved deeper into the information Suguru had provided. Each piece of evidence chipped away at her doubts, but it also raised new questions. She began to see the jujutsu society in a different light, recognizing the patterns of manipulation and control.

One night, as she sat alone in her room, a realization struck her. If the higher-ups were willing to abandon her, they would undoubtedly do the same to others. She thought of the sorcerers still out there, risking their lives for a cause that might not be as just as they believed.

Miyako knew she had to do something. She couldn't turn a blind eye to the truth, nor could she stand by and let more lives be sacrificed. With a sense of resolve, she sought out Suguru.

She found him in the courtyard, gazing up at the stars. The night was calm, a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. She approached him, her footsteps light against the grass.

"Suguru," she called softly.

He turned to face her, his expression neutral. "Yes, Miyako?"

She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "I can't ignore what I've seen. The jujutsu society needs to change, but I still believe in protecting the innocent. I can't support your methods, but I can't go back to blindly following the higher-ups either."

Suguru's eyes softened, a hint of admiration in his gaze. "So, what will you do?"

"I'll fight for the truth," Miyako said, her voice firm. "I'll expose the corruption and work to change the system from within. But I won't condone unnecessary violence."

Suguru nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I can respect that. And I'll help you, in whatever way I can."

Miyako felt a weight lift from her shoulders. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it was a start. She extended her hand to Suguru, a gesture of tentative alliance.

"Thank you," she said. "For saving my life and for showing me the truth."

Suguru shook her hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "We'll face this together, Miyako. And maybe, just maybe, we can make a difference."

---

Their alliance, though uneasy, began to take shape. They worked together to gather more evidence, planning their next steps carefully. Miyako used her connections within the jujutsu society to discreetly spread the truth, while Suguru leveraged his network to expose the higher-ups' schemes.

The more they uncovered, the clearer it became that their fight was far from over. But with each revelation, Miyako's resolve grew stronger. She was determined to protect those who couldn't protect themselves and to create a future where sorcerers could truly stand for justice.

As they continued their work, Miyako couldn't help but feel a strange sense of hope. Despite their past and the darkness that had brought them together, she and Suguru were forging a new path, one that could potentially change the course of their world.

And in that shared purpose, they found a flicker of redemption.