*ੈ✩‧₊˚ BOUND ~ part one ✧˖*°࿐
.•*• [ SATORU GOJO ] •*•.
In which ━ Miran Fushiguro must navigate in this world of Jujutsu, protecting the ones she holds dear while doing so . . .
↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-
JUJUTSU KAISEN
PRE! HIDDEN INVE...
It was something MIRAN FUSHIGURO learned from her experience within the Jujutsu world. Through combat, death, revival, and despair she thrived for the first time in her existence. All because there was a different kind of strange in this world, one needed for survival, one cherished in society. One Miran knew deeply well, long before she ever heard of this society.
Deep into the crevices of her soul, she found her peace here, her questions long answers, journey ended once the Jujutsu world embraced her full force. Miran made friends and enemies, allies and opponents. She was complete here and may finally live the life of serenity she wished for every night.
Or, that's what she told herself.
Something's are still unwanted— dangerous. In the eye of the Higher-Ups and sorcerers, that's what she was, a horrible omen of change. That something was coming. From the moment that deep darkness in her woke up it's been unrelenting, brash as it knocked to be let out, scratching every corner of its cage in yearning.
It wasn't the only thing that changed.
Becoming a woman, Miran figured out long after what the secrets her older sister uttered in hear ear truly meant, things aligning the moment she left Tokyo. Womanhood was something unlikely to reach within the Jujutsu world, however if reached there were two paths boldly set in stone:
A soldier or wife.
She chose the latter.
A marriage with him was one of unity, a bond of trust and longship, she was grateful it was him. Because in the end— he gave her freedom. He let her go, let her fly off and embark, watched as those sharp, yet delicate wings fly off to the sky.
He never asked for anything.
He never caged her, would never clip those wings because freedom was something rare within this world. With her free wings, she traveled on a long journey (In tow her children), sweat dripping down her forehead, harsh panting as she fought for everything.
Her children.
Her friends (Satoru).
Her allies.
She should've known, however, that this peace wasn't permanent, that something was coming to destroy all she built, the nest she laid.
There SATORU GOJO stood to witness it all, how she crashed, and he couldn't do anything to prevent it. He tried everything to keep her safe, taking every measure he could to prevent the inevitable.
Still it occurred.
For nearly three decades now there were two shifts of the universe, the light and the dark. Darkness came first, in a bundle of purple and black as she cried out, midnight streaks of hair prominent, eyes revealing two clouded emeralds. The light was born under a bright halo, streaks of white hair, eyes revealing two blue crystals, no cry left his throat. They have always been intertwined for centuries, from the beginning of time.
It didn't matter who came first, only when they would meet again. Because whenever those forces collide, change occurs, wanted or not.
Change was a strange occurrence in the Jujutsu world— it itself was the true abnormality. Satoru Gojo and Miran Fushiguro's unity was a change, two forces that may as well be opposing, yet work together simultaneously.
There was a change within them, between them— that not even the faintest of soul would whisper in fear of it becoming truth.
Yet, it is nonetheless.
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