HER WHITE HEADBAND that she so adored was now red. It oozed out like a curse, ruminating, ready to spill. It then splattered on you, sticky substance coating your cheeks. Everything spun, but time was not slowing down. No matter what you wished for, it simply sped ahead. For nothing could allow you to go back to a few seconds prior, back to a time where her eyes did not dim.
You were standing right there. And you still couldn't save her.
Her body crumpled to the grimy ground below, lying there like a lifeless doll. Your body moved on its own accord, with your mind unable to catch up to process anything. You kneeled by her side, hands desperately shaking her awake. She couldn't be. She couldn't possibly be.
So why was she so cold at the touch?!
"Riko... Riko..." you choked down a sob. You pulled her head into your lap, squinting your eyes shut in fear. "Wake up. Let's go back to the beach. Hmm? What do you say?"
"Riko...?" Geto was frozen behind you, shocked in place.
"Okay, job's done," the darkness replied.
Your heads swiveled at the sound of approaching footsteps, the culprit revealed to be the man from earlier. Lips parting in confusion and anger, you stared at the dark metallic piece in his hand -- the choice of weapon. But that wasn't the focus here. How the hell did he make it past Gojo?
"You're free to go now," he said to the both of you, nonchalant as ever. It was a dismissal, peering you down like miniscule bugs not worth an inkling of his time.
"Why are you here?" Geto asked, his face stoned like death itself.
"Why?" the man repeated, scratching at his head. He grinned, pearly whites glimmering. You wanted to knock his teeth out dry. "Oh, that's what you mean. I killed Gojo Satoru."
It was the second time in a day that life felt ending. You couldn't breathe, your chest tight and suffocating. Why was nothing making sense right now? It made no sense that Amanai Riko was dead. She was alive and well yesterday, blossoming with energy and stubbornness. She was either to be assimilated or stay healthy and well, living the rest of her jolly days as any other normal person. It made no sense that Gojo Satoru was also dead. He was the strongest person you ever met. For him to be beaten by this good-for-nothing, homeless-looking man, it didn't add up.
Geto was quick to respond, releasing his curse technique, the energy in the room shifting.
This was the life of a sorcerer.
You couldn't even have time to grieve for your friends first.
Why? Why why why why why?
You felt broken and a hollow shell of a person. It still didn't feel real. But now you had to fight too? What difference would it make? Would it bring Amanai Riko and Gojo Satoru back to life? What was the point of all of this? What was a point of your destiny? What was the end goal here?
Was it for their honor? For this never-ending fury in your heart?
You were tired of trying to play the hero. You were never the hero. Only the victim.
Geto was better than you. He was ready to fight for his friends with no hesitation. He was a sorcerer. A true sorcerer. Not a tired coward like you.
They came from the billowing shadows, hand in hand to Geto's bidding. On his face was anger like never seen before, twisted and righteous. And that made him the hero, beautiful and so bright with good. "Is that so?" he said, in his stance. "Die!"
His curses barreled towards the enemy in a powerful stream. The man jumped high in the air, dodging them easily, explosions sounding. The ground beneath you shook, your fingers curling into themselves.
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Fanfiction| 𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒!𝒥𝒥𝒦 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 | You had been there since the beginning. It was grueling and exhausting, but it was worth it, you had told yourself, because the two of them were by your side. So where did it go so wrong?
