𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓇 | Gojo SatoruxOC

44- 𝒦𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶

I didn't know what was right or wrong anymore. I felt like a puppet, my strings being pulled, forcing me to act. So much had broken me. I looked into Geto's eyes and saw only a dark future. Perhaps this was the right path for me.

 In Gojo's eyes, I always saw a future, but we all know how that ended. I didn't find it pitiful or sad for myself.

I stood there, wearing a raincoat with the hood up, the heavy rain pouring down. Some people, like me, have nothing of the success others achieve. I stared at the puddle before me, reflecting my image, and the gray clouds above us. I snorted as I realized my nose was running from the cold.

 I looked up again as Geto, also in a raincoat, asked, "Are you ready?"

I looked up at the sky, letting the rain fall over my face, and closed my eyes. 

Am I really ready, or am I deceiving myself? Is this truly me, or is my anger and sorrow driving these decisions? Are the consequences my fault, or just a chain reaction of everything that has happened to me, shaping me into who I am now? 

I bit my lower lip as the raindrops trickled down my neck, and lightning flashed. I lowered my head and looked at him. "Yes, I am."

Mahito clapped his hands. "Perfect." He was overly cheerful.

 I didn't like him at all. The volcano guy hated me, and Geto seemed familiar, but I couldn't place him.

 I sighed and stretched out my arm, still wearing my wedding ring. I turned my head slightly as the blue diamond shone even in the rain. My heart ached with all the memories, and anger surged up again. It's his own fault...

It didn't take long before my right arm was severed, and blood began to pour out. I flinched in pain.

 Geto's voice was firm, "Focus on your reverse cursed technique."

 I gritted my teeth, my eyes squeezed shut as the pain intensified. I collapsed to my knees, my heart racing as I lost more and more blood until I could no longer concentrate. The world around me swayed and blurred. It wasn't long before the ground was covered in my blood. The pain wasn't immediate, but as the adrenaline rush faded, it hit me intensely and precisely. Every drop of blood felt excruciating.

I could barely hear the voices around me, and foolishly, his face came to mind. His white hair shimmering in the sun with his ocean-blue eyes. "Hey, Kanna!" 

I pressed my forehead to the hard ground in anger and tears. I felt my forehead start to bleed. Focus, Kanna... focus. Gojo's image slowly faded... focus. Am I seriously going to die like this? I scoffed and suddenly felt my cursed energy flow in the opposite direction.

 I couldn't describe it, but it just happened, and I felt relief in my missing arm area. Soon after, the pain stopped, and even the bleeding ceased. I could  really vomit because I feel each fiber, tissue, and blood cell in my right arm regenerating.

I looked up and carefully straightened my body, staring at my right arm. "Amazing..." 

I looked up to see Mahito and Geto grinning widely at me. "You did it."

 I stood up, supporting myself, drenched in blood and rain. The cold shiver ran up my right hand, which was bare. I turned to where my right arm lay beside a decomposed corpse. 

I looked back at Geto. "And you think he will fall for this?"

Mahito licked his finger, tasting the blood. "I've transformed the soul of the woman to resemble yours as much as possible." 

Geto whistled cheerfully. "He'll be too shocked to think clearly and won't examine it closely." 

I glanced at the corpse again. A huge bloody mess. The worst part was... the first human person was killed because of me...

Geto placed a hand on my shoulder, and I looked up at him. 

His voice was full of empathy. "Don't worry about her. We specifically chose a hardened criminal. Besides," he turned me around to face the entirety of Tokyo and whispered in my ear, "they wouldn't give a damn about you anyway."

I froze. He was right. No one ever cared about me...

I swallowed hard, turned back to him with a grin, and said, "You're right."

We returned to our base, shedding our raincoats. As I was about to lose my balance, my body struggling to cope with the reverse cursed technique, Geto caught me gently.

 He whispered in my ear, "Careful now." I felt his wet body behind me pressed against mine until I regained my stability and could walk without his support. I sighed and collapsed, exhausted, onto a couch. My wet hair strands clung to my face and neck.

Jogo was smoking, and I looked at him with disdain. He's strange.  

He sighed annoyed "You know you'll never truly be one of us, right?" he said, his voice filled with bitterness. I stared into the endless void of the domain expansion, closed my eyes, and let his words sink in.

 I smiled softly to myself. "I don't care because I never belonged anywhere."

I sensed his gaze on me and heard him murmur something before he stood up and left. 

The next steps were clear: I had to stay hidden until Gojo believed I was dead. After a few months of rigorous training, I would emerge and assist with their plan.

I carefully cracked my neck, noticing how my thoughts drifted to him. I wondered how he would react upon finding me dead. He would probably be immensely happy and move on with his life. I opened my eyes and stood up, staring out at the lake. With my hands behind my back, my hair blew to the left.

The training began.