Suguru Geto looks at the familiar face before him with dangerous eyes. His clothes dripping wet with the scarlet, red color of the blood of the civilians he just killed. It was a chilly, dark night and there was only this person and him in the midst of all those corpses. His long, black hair fluttering slightly, his cold purple eyes as hard as stone, no emotion portrayed in them.
"Junko," He called, his voice mixed with many different, sorrowful emotions such as hatred, but also pain. Junko Ivansia, a friend of his; someone he wasn't expecting to see right now out of all times. Damn it, why did it have to be now that she showed up? But...maybe this was for the better that she showed up now, before Satoru or Shoko got to her. He wanted her to come with him, and even if she didn't have any jujutsu, she...was the only non-sorcerer he can't bring himself to hate. He asked himself countless times why it was this one woman, this one non jujutsu user that he couldn't bring himself to hate. He wanted to, wanted to hate and shame her like all the rest of them, but he just couldn't in his heart. He didn't know what it was about her. Was it her eyes, her sarcasm that pissed him off most days, the nonchalant way she went about life? All of the snarky remarks she would often make to him and Satoru? The weird obsession she shared with Satoru about their favorite anime? He didn't know. But what he did know was that he wanted to bring her with him in that moment. Because as much as he hated those damned non jujutsu users, this woman was the one he couldn't bring himself to hate.
"Su...Suguru, what...what are you doing? What is...this?! You're covered in blood" Junko takes a pause, gulping in nervousness, her voice falling to just above a hoarse whisper. "Who's...who's blood is that?" She asks him. Geto took slow steps towards the woman before him, his footsteps leaving bloodied prints as he walked past the dead bodies. His eyes, however, were always fixed on her. He stops right in front of her, the distance of only a few steps between the two of them. He looks down at her, trying to discern the emotions on his face.
"It's their blood," he says in a cold, nonchalant voice, as if he was talking about nothing more than the weather. He looked down at Junko, his purple eyes staring like a silent, deadly storm. "What... What happened? Everything was okay? I just saw you last week! Now you're killing people?! Wh...what?" Junko takes a step back, not evening noticing that she did, or that she was starting to corner herself between Geto and a nearby ally wall. He noticed how she unknowingly corned herself against the wall. He chuckled lowly and took a large step forward, now towering above her as his hand slammed against the wall right beside Junko's head. He leaned his head down, close to her face, his breath making contact with her dark skin.
The smell of blood was strong in the air, even if they were outside. Junko gags a little, the blood from his clothes getting onto hers. What happened to the man she loved? The man who held her heart? Sure, she thought he was a little weird and unhinged, but not like this. Junko always thought Geto was odd when they first met, almost creepy even. The way he would give her odd nasty looks from time to time then go to laughing and smiling at her the next minute. She could tell he didn't like her much when they first met, but that never deterred her from thinking he was...well hot. He still hung around her, along with Shoko and Satoru, when they happened to meet her on a mission and she unintentionally helped them. Then they all kept running into each other. They became friends eventually. This was her friend. While he may not act like it and even denied it sometimes, they both knew they were. So... what was going on?!
"Oh...okay, it's not okay.... tell me what's not okay. I'm sure we can figure it out" she smiles nervously up at him. Geto snorts through his nose and rolls his eyes. Junko, ever the mediator and problem solver. Always wanting to talk things out. But he could feel his heart ached, hearing her sweet, naive words. How could she say things so easily when he's doing such horrible things? How can she not hate him? Why wasn't she screaming or panicking at this point? It angered him how little she seemed to feared him in the moment. It didn't make any sense.
"Idiot," He scoffs, his hand tightening into a fist against the wall. He looked at Junko with eyes full of pain, like a broken boy. "Some things, cannot be figured out." He says, his voice almost a sorrowful whisper. Junko was shaking, she seemed nervous now, he could see that. Yet she still smiled at him like everything was okay, even if she was forcing it. He could tell, it was nothing like her usual bright smile. "Of course they can, anything can be figured out. Sometimes you just have to think. So....come on Geto, you're trapping me between the wall, let me out so we can talk" she says, 'smiling'.
A/N: Hi guys! Please let me know if you'd be interested in this one or want me to trash the concept 😅. I've gotten into C.ai lately and came up with what I think is an interesting plotline so far 🤔.
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