'They will call our crimes a work of art' is finished.
But the story isn't over.
The next part will be the integration of BSD and JJK, so come along and read what the next story will be about (it will be a separate work through with BSD joining)
Daily life of a cult leader
The events leading to Suguru Geto scission from the Jujutsu society were just slightly different.
Suguru saw Satoru walk towards him with Amanai's corpse in his arms, monkeys cheering behind him.
Suguru, was just a little more scared of and for Satoru:
"You took your time, Suguru"
Satoru lifted his gaze to look at him
"You're Satoru... right?"
His friend cursed energy was wrong, so wrong he doubted it was even him.
"What happened"
What had turned his friend into this.
He had died
"I messed up, it's not your fault"
He wanted to shout at his friend, that yes, it was his fault for not being there, but he couldn't...
His friend's eyes were... chilling and beautiful...
Dangerous, oh so dangerous.
The cheers
The blood.
Amanai's corpse.
Satoru...
"Suguru"
He snapped out
"should we kill these people?"
His friend was hanging by a thread, one word from him and Satoru would change forever.
"I probably wouldn't feel anything right now"
Geto stared at the crowd clapping and cheering behind his broken friend.
"Let's go, Satoru"
Satoru walked with Amanai in his arms, suppressing a shudder was easy thanks to the shock, as what was once his friend walked past him.
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"They are responsible for the village's misery!"
Sore wa chigaimasu - that's not right
"Can we go outside to speak for a bit?"
He was going to kill them, but the girls didn't deserve to see such a gruesome scenario.
He sent Satoru a message, he didn't know why.
Satoru... -
Should I kill these people?-
...
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Shoko exhaled the smoke harshly, those two powerhouses could walk out of this cursed system and fuck around...
She was envious.
Her technique wasn't strong enough to permit her to do as she pleased.
"Shoko, we won't go back"
A voice came from behind her, she threw her head back and laughed with gusto, startling her two dumbasses.
"Like I care about the orders they give me, Yaga-sensei says not to do dumb shit" she snickered
"as if you can manage..."
She covered her eyes as tears threated to well up.
This was their goodbye, if they ever meet again it would be as enemies.
"Just..." she sighed, she would be considered a criminal for what she was about to say.
"fuck them up for me too" she turned and smiled, maybe for the last time, at her friends.
She felt a pack of cigarettes appear in her pocket.
A/N:
I'm writing these in my free time, mostly on paper and then I transcribe on Ao3 and Watty.
I'm taking the Maturità this year, so I'll post the story when it ends.
To those unfamiliar:
If 1 of my 14 subjects drops below 60% I'm out of the game for being admitted into Maturità, and I have to take all the classes again next year, if I keep every subject above 60% I get to take two, or three six hours long written exams and a oral test on everything I learnt on the 14 subjects.
so... Wish me luck, hahahaha.
Write interaction or head cannons you'd like to see in the story.
Spoiler, Suguru makes the cult about Satoru.
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