The Bride of Gojo Satoru

Chapter 1.3

10 years ago, cont.

Whack!

I slowly woke up to sounds of a person getting beaten. It echoed in the air, singing the pain of the person. My eyelids were still pretty heavy but I wasn't tired anymore. "Mmm...?" Why was the ground so cold? It felt like ice. When I tried moving my arms, I felt them restricted behind my back and tied by ropes but not my legs. "What...!" Instantly, my eyes shot open, adjusting my vision to be crystal clear. I remembered helping a lost child and I was suddenly kidnapped in the dark. The last word I called out was 'Satoru'. Where was he?

Feeling my heart race in unease, I slowly rotated my head around to view this place. This wasn't home at all; I was in a warehouse. The lights were dimmed and the area was spacious. The child that I led was one of the bad guys this whole time... I was deceived from the beginning. They used a child to get to me because nobody would suspect a child to be doing the devil's bidding.

"Oh, the little girl has finally awoken!" Somebody announced in the big room, and I pushed myself to sit up, having my head hung low. My body felt extremely heavy as well as my head. It's like waking up to a big illness. "We've been awhile. I never thought beating this guy up would be so tiring."

Beating who up? What did they want from me?

Lifting the hefty weight of my head, I looked in the direction of where the person was talking. There were about five people standing with the speaker. From a distance in the dimmed light, I spotted a person laying on the ground. Even if I didn't have any light source I knew who it already was... The white signature hair was none other than Gojo! His pure white hair can be seen anywhere and under bad lighting.

"S-SATORU!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, in hopes that he heard me if he was still conscious. Was he alive? How badly beaten was he?

For some reason, my gut feelings were overriding my internal questions. He was dying. This was all my fault. I was already reminded that people are out to kill me. That's why they sheltered me for my entire life, yet I still wanted to leave the house no matter what. My selfish desires will only kill people who are close to me.

"He's probably bleeding to death right now." Hearing those words, I wanted to throw up and cry. My whole body was trembling in fear. Gojo's dying because of me. "That bastard used that barrier of his at first, but we threatened him to turn it off or else we'll slice your throat! Ahaha!" They were crazy. Their sadistic laugh multiplied, ringing loudly in my ear. It was like an endless tunnel—there was no way out.

"Why is my life so important that someone has to die?!" My voice cracked under all the pressure.

"Because you're one special person. If someone gets in the way, of course, we have to kill them. Your dead body will make us rich... Richer than Gojo Satoru's dead body." My breath hitched in fear. Maybe I would've listened to my parents and elders, then I wouldn't be in this mess and Gojo wouldn't also be dying either. This happened because of me. If I could turn back time then I would. "Alright boys, let's take her!" He announced to his pals, and they started to approach me.

My golden eyes shifted from Gojo's motionless body to the group of men. I can't let Gojo die because of me. I know Gojo resisted each punch and kick so they wouldn't kill me in my sleep. I need to compromise with them, in order to save Gojo in return. "If I am going to die, let me see him before I disappear from the face of the Earth! That's all I want..." Despite the trembles in my words, I kept a strong face.

"Sure. We'll be good little angels for a second and let you say your goodbyes to him. Either way, you're going to see each other in the grave."

One of the men lifted me up by the arm and dragged me towards the bleeding Gojo. My legs had no muscles or strength at all to walk on its own. This felt too surreal. Inching closer to him, my heart was pounding harder and harder in my chest. The daunting feeling if he's dead or on the verge of dying scared me. Gojo laid flat on his back as a medium-sized pool of blood came out from him. Blood and bruises covered his pretty face and soaked his white hair. The man dropped me right next to Gojo, then he took a step back from us.