Cursed Legacy: Sayuri Gojo

第九章

A/N: Thank you my dear besto friendo for helping me write this chapter.

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Sayuri was taking a walk, alone, across the bustling streets of Tokyo. They would leave soon, and she would have to part with her brother, her new friends, and this beautiful city. She sighed, her thoughts heavy with the impending separation. The neon lights flickered around her, casting colorful reflections on the wet pavement.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the shadowy figure approaching from behind. Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth, and a cloth was pressed against her nose. Panic surged through her as the chemical scent filled her nostrils. Never, in her 17 years of living, had she been caught so off guard. Never had she felt so weak.

She struggled fiercely, her instincts kicking in as she tried to free herself. But more figures emerged from the darkness, surrounding her. Their grips were strong and unyielding. Despite her best efforts, they overpowered her, dragging her into a nearby alley.

Her vision blurred, and the world around her started to fade. She tried to summon her cursed energy, but the drug was too potent. Her movements became sluggish, her strength waning rapidly. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was the faint outline of her captors' faces, cold and unfeeling.

As darkness enveloped her, the bustling city of Tokyo continued on, oblivious to the young sorcerer being taken away.

Sayuri Gojo lay unconscious, unaware of the ominous voices that whispered around her. In the haze of her awakening mind, snippets of conversation reached her ears.

"She is so precious, the Sayuri Gojo," a deep voice rumbled, filled with an unsettling mixture of admiration and malice. "We can do so many things with her, my future king." A chilling laugh followed, low and menacing.

"Off course, yes," another voice chimed in, mocking and cold. "Now shoo, good job in getting her. Now if I extract her cursed energy, I could just officially become the king of curses."

Sayuri's eyes fluttered open, confusion and dread washing over her as she struggled to make sense of the situation. She found herself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by figures whose faces remained hidden in the shadows. Fear coiled in her stomach as she realized she had been captured by enemies with nefarious intentions.

She listened intently, her heart pounding in her chest, as the conversation continued in hushed tones. The voices spoke of plans that threatened her very existence, plans that sought to exploit her cursed energy for dark purposes. It was clear they saw her as a means to achieve greater power and dominance in the cursed world. 

Disoriented and still groggy from whatever substance had rendered her unconscious, Sayuri forced herself to remain calm and focused. She needed a plan, a way to escape before these mysterious captors could carry out their ominous designs.

Gathering her strength, she suppressed the rising panic and began to assess her surroundings. Her mind raced with possibilities, seeking a way out of this dire situation. But as she struggled against her restraints, the voices continued their scheming in the background, a constant reminder of the peril she now faced.

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Three hours dragged on relentlessly, a ceaseless torrent of pain that seemed unending. The agony surged through Sayuri's body, inflicted by beings who seemed determined to break her spirit. Despite their relentless assault, they held back from delivering the final blow, bound by some unseen directive that kept her alive but in constant torment.

Special grade cursed spirits surrounded her, their malevolent presence amplifying the throbbing ache in her head. It was akin to the torment she had endured in Sukuna's domain, yet here it felt magnified, multiplied thrice over. Questions swirled in her mind amidst the agony, why were fellow jujutsu sorcerers involved in this cruelty? What twisted purpose did they serve by hurting her so mercilessly?

Her hands were shackled in unforgiving metal, rendering her unable to perform hand signs or invoke her cursed techniques. Even her mouth was tightly sealed, denying her the ability to speak incantations. She was stripped of her technique, reduced to a vulnerable state where defiance seemed futile.

The pain threatened to overwhelm her, pushing her to the brink of collapse. Each moment stretched into eternity, each heartbeat a relentless reminder of her helplessness. Sayuri's thoughts swam in a sea of anguish, her resilience tested beyond measure as the ordeal dragged on.

In the midst of such torment, sarcasm seemed a tragic companion, an ironic commentary on her plight, highlighting the absurdity of her suffering in the face of unanswered questions and unrelenting pain.

She knew their motto, but it was dumb. Sukuna would kill them in seconds, her cursed technique or not. She paused, a thought breaking through the haze of pain and fear. Sukuna had been unable to take it when she inflicted pain upon him. How could he bear this?

No, no, he, he was shocked. He could have killed her in seconds, but he didn't. Because she was, she was nothing. She was worthless. That's what her grandfather called her, what her granduncles called her. She was weak. But Sukuna showed mercy.

"I don't deserve this," she thought, the words echoing in her mind, mingling with the torment. "He should have killed me. Kill me, kill me."

The realization settled in her chest like a stone. She was worthless, yet Sukuna had spared her. And now, as pain engulfed her, the contradiction tore at her soul.

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A/n: Not Sayuri having PTSD too, she is already Bipolar- and ADHD-

SAYURI GOJO I SEE ME!

Bye-

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