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Independent Jujutsu OC.

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This is a relatively new blog still. Working on making icons for Akitsu. Hopefully once I finish cramming the Sukuna, Choso, and my other OCs icons, I can get around to it. So please bare with me in the meantime.

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When you go to reply only to realize all your icons are missing...

...that stupid folder just yeet itself out of existence x.x

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The room had been empty for some time. Students and faculty had left her to this challenge with an occasional visit just to make sure she wasn't hurt. From the brink of dawn, to the mid afternoon, she had barely stopped save for a chance to hydrate and eat a little dried protein to ensure her body could keep up with the task.

Upon first entering, Akitsu could be found center of the room; a notable cloth choker that may seem out of place, hid the scar at the front of her neck, dark tank top and summer sweats with a slim cuff stopping just a little below her knees. She was barefoot. Signs of light injury provided by the nicks and bruises particularly around her hands, arms and a little around bits of exposed skin of her torso. More notably however, might be the blindfold obscuring her vision, and the bruise against her jawline where she had made a particularly nasty miscalculation.

The teenager was undeterred, however. Every movement was a step closer towards refining her strengths. Every direction, a chance to discover a new weapon. For now, the rattan sticks would occupy her grips with various random objects, and weapons scattered around her ready to be claimed as she practiced. Randomized. Intentionally tossed while blindfolded so she couldn't immediately identify them, and risked harming herself if she weren't careful.

For well trained eyes, they may recognize the point of the exercise was to better achieve versatility, and to learn to collect information without the use of vision. Eskrima wasn't about just the sticks after all. It was a martial arts that taught the practitioner to utilize everything to their advantage. Every object a new opportunity.

Without hesitation, she was off. The sticks dropped, followed swiftly by a series of quick motions. Dodging. Dancing in fluid movement around objects. Narrowly coming close to severely hurting herself numerous times before she's doing a cartwheel, grabbing a katana by the base of its hilt, before coming up again.

Kendo was not part of her normal training, but she had watched. Forced herself to learn knowing that it may become a necessity at some point if she has nothing else to use. It would be drawn back, swept, step, swing, step, lunging towards an invisible opponent.

The motions would continue, switching between weapons and random objects in this single person fight. However a miscalculation would send her staggering. The pan she had collected thrown away from her so she didn't catch it on something else before falling rather sharply against the tatami mat.

Another bruise to add to the rest. Panting softly with sweat dripping heavily. She's so tired, but -- she's not ready to stop yet.

@astarablaze

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Timid steps fell quiet along polished wood within the temple. Her head lowered; bowed submissively. Uncertain of this new atmosphere. Rattled by the words that had been preached to her. She was supposed to have met someone at the station. Or was it a bus ride to the school? Whatever the case, she wasn't there.

A text would have gone through utilizing a VPN to make it seem like her location was back at the station in Kyoto. She had missed her train. Something happened that had delayed her, and she would be arriving in Tokyo later in the afternoon.

So. She had a little time before they would come looking for her.

Akitsu folded her arms around herself. A backpack full of the items she'd intended to bring with her on the trip, rested against her back. Feeling unease by the decision she had made to take part in this Cult; a faction set to eliminate non-Sorcerers from existence.

Was it guilt? Fear? She was afraid. There's no doubting that. Her first year at the school, and not even sixteen yet. Already she was feeling in over her head.

Thoughts rushed her mind about the life she could have had. The 'what ifs' that plagued her. A constant reminder that non-sorcerers had tried to kill her not once, but twice. The second time would have been successful if they understood what they were doing. No. Thrice in fact. If they had sought Geto out to kill her.

That was --

The teen paused. Head hesitantly lifted at the sounds of people chattering. The hall was filled to the brim with worshipers. Were they even aware of what Geto was? What he was doing? Staring bewildered through a small opening at the back of the stage, to the bustle of people. It was easy to hate them when she thought of them. Less so when she was staring at the clueless swarm of humans. It hurt to believe she was capable of doing any of them harm but --

What her village did to her... What they tried to do... was absolutely unforgivable.

@praeteritus-memories

[2xcursekissed]

yuuta has never been one to pry. he usually waits for people to open up to him, not wanting to make his friends uncomfortable with pushy behavior. while he doesn't know the exact details, he does know many of his classmates are about as fucked up as he is. they each have their own issues, their own pasts that led them to where they are.

however, he finds himself concerned by the prolonged silence in the car on the way back to the school. yuuta is used to the soft tapping of akitsu's screen in response to anything he says or as a way of initiating conversation. sure, they'd just saved some people in an office from a particularly ugly cursed spirit, but that was nothing yuuta would write home about.

he watches his classmate intently, his mouth drawn into a straight line and brow creased as he debates speaking up. yuuta has never been one to walk on eggshells, but he doesn't know her as well as the others. she seemed to be in deep thought, something yuuta would not have minded had he not been blatantly staring. is she that absorbed that she couldn't sense his eyes boring into her?

when he does decide to engage, he is surprised by her response. the emoji doesn't ease his worry, but he doesn't focus on that. were all the people they saved okay now?—that's tough. after his first few battles, he worried for the kids he saved; he worried for maki; he worried for inumaki; the consequences mattered. now, he doesn't put much thought into what happened to people outside of his comrades after his missions. he's a more seasoned fighter and has reached a point where he can't keep track of all the people he's potentially saved—or not. he's desensitized.

still, he does his best to answer her question. looking up from her phone to her face, he nods. "i hope so," he answers honestly. he's not sure if she means the people they've saved today or the people they've saved for the entirety of their time as sorcerers. "did someone seem hurt when we left? i'm sure they will be fine after going to the hospital."

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Bounds of dark purple locks dance against her shoulders as she shook her head. The tap-tap on her screen, feeling the tiny hints of cracks and the discoloration as she pushes against them, making for an interesting display where text should fall.

It's only when she stops that the screen clears allowing it to be read. Lifted again to him, she pushes another smile forward with a light, slight tilt of her head to the right. Trying to seem okay. To present herself in a way to obscure the lingering ache at the back of her heart.

"No, they all seemed okay." Akitsu offered, "I hope they don't fear us after everything. We can be a little scary. Like the Cursed Spirits... If people don't understand..." The phone slowly lowers slightly. But she's still trying to smile, pushing through her inner turmoil to keep a warm, inviting demeanor up for him. It would be inappropriate to talk about her personal life, wouldn't it? They're colleagues. Were they friends? Would he actually call her that?

The phone drifted back, and she quickly erased the old message to type something new.

"You and Rika are so strong." she showed him, "I really admire you."

Change the subject. Hide inner thoughts and focus more on something more positive. He was someone she could admire. Even look up to. Maybe someday she'll be as capable as he is. Maybe she'll find someone who will love her as much as Rika seems to love him.

"I'm glad you two can be together." Glad he can be happy. Even if she struggles to be, at least she knows her colleagues can know some sense of peace. This was a difficult life to live. The struggles of seeing so many hurt, and so many die outside of their control despite their best efforts. There was nothing kind, or forgiving about this life. But they choose to be here. To be part of it for the sake of others.

---even if sometimes she doesn't want to be.

[dead-ringr]

Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha – Home (Lyrics)

[strawdxll]

[text for 'akitsu-senpai🍀🌙']: so you bunched up his panties by running into him? [text for 'akitsu-senpai🍀🌙']: don't worry. he isn't so bad... [text for 'akitsu-senpai🍀🌙']: he is like that for show. you just need to spend more time with him

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Text: Ah, yeah that makes sense! Text: Is he trying to impress me? Text: Probably not lol. Text: Should I invite him out?

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Text: Well. I mean its probably silly! 😳 Text: I accidentally ran into him. Kinda made a mess. Text: He's sorta intimidating... tbh...

@strawdxll [ Cnt x ]

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Parona (パロナ) - Fumetsu no Anata e - Episode 2

[praeteritus-memories]

@dead-ringr - Starter!

"I told you to slow down!" Megumi yelled out as his white Divine Dog, which he so lazily named Shiro, as it raced down the sidewalk with haste. Where the hell was it going? He just finished a thankfully brief mission on killing a cursed spirit. It wasn't anything super harmful, he he offered to kill it anyway when it was both nearby and a good source to train his Ten Shadows technique.

Except after killing the spirit, his white Divine Dog took off as though to chase a familiar scent. It wasn't really like these Divine Dogs, only doing so when it smelt someone with a cursed technique like Yuji or Nobara.

Just as he caught up to the dog at last to tame it back in his control, he finds himself slamming into an unknown girl, where his Divine Dog would return like he commanded.

"Ah...Geez...Watch where the hell you're going! Tch...You could've seriously hurt yourself. You're lucky it was me, someone else could've been carrying something or just a jerk."

[dead-ringr]

She was smaller than him. A bit weaker physically perhaps. So it shouldn't be any surprise when she would find herself falling back onto the ground in front of him. Everything she was carrying, scattered about. Her phone, already afflicted with spiderweb cracks, now more damaged and difficult to read.

Loose dark purple locks hung around her face; obscured it slightly as she stared bewildered by the mess that had become of her dinner. A wince at being yelled at by the agitated teen, causing her gaze to drop even more firmly on her lap away from the aggressive tone. Perhaps a bit startled by it. Drawing her shoulders in more tightly, and slightly up to try and make herself seem smaller.

Soft lips pressed tight. Chin tightening as they bent into a frown. She had just spent the last of her money buying that. So when she would finally lift her gaze, tears brimmed on the edges with cheeks turned a warm hue. Both apologetic and obviously upset about what had just happened.

She should be apologizing, right? Instead, she bows her head because she can't say the words. Shoulders lightly trembling as drops of moisture collect on the ground beneath where her head hung.

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Fumetsu no Anata e

Parona

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This was the intensity of their training? Eyes wide and bewildered at the onslaught of cursed spirits coming their way. She had already taken a number of weaker ones out, but these -- these felt so much stronger. Ratton sticks were held in front of her at the ready. Mismatched eyes drifting back to take in the taller figure beside her; Yuta. So much more powerful. More skilled. Why was she paired up with him of all people? He could surely wipe all of these out with little to no effort!

Was he meant to teach her? Watch out for her?

An old hospital. Several stories, and not a soul in sight. They had been left alone with a barrier rested over the property to keep their activities concealed. With so many lesser cursed spirits skittered off and hiding (she would wager thanks to Yuta's companion, Rika) it really felt more like the two would be up against some pretty pitiful flyheads. At least initially. Before the bigger, meaner ones had come out to play. Testing their luck against their skills.

One of the sticks spun like a baton within the playful motions of her fingers. Danced about like she were ready to launch it at anything that might try to go after her thinking she was the easier one to take out. She was but -- The stick stops. Gently nudged towards Yuta to draw his attention towards a rather vulgar looking thing taking up the hallway in thick, ominous shadow. A haze of neon orange creeping along the ground towards them, ahead of whatever this large cursed spirit was.

@2xcursekissed

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I've realized with writing Akitsu, that she just has sad eyes. Like.. Everything she loved doing, and being a part of, and that wonderful feeling of having a home and being accepted were all stolen away from her completely erasing the idea that she had people who actually loved her. It wiped out the facade of a family life, and a future.

She wanted to believe desperately that they genuinely loved her and were just unsure about her powers. But in the end, she realized that those fifteen years in their care, they were always afraid of her. Afraid she would cause their entire family to be cursed. That she might cause tremendous pain and sorrow for everyone around her but they were too afraid to act again after she had come back home the first time.

So she has sad eyes. Even as happy as she may appear to be, and as much as she tries to smile and be okay around everyone, there's that lingering doubt in herself. That feeling that she was the root cause of everything that happened. That it was all her fault, and nobody could ever really love someone like her. Because maybe they were right to fear her. Maybe she would ultimately become the monster they believed her to be.

That betrayal weighs heavy on her despite her best efforts. She is still determined to move forward, but the past feels impossible to escape.

The exposure to Jujutsu Sorcerers has helped of course. And she knows she can help people who can't see these cursed spirits. Save them from the heartache they're apt to bring those who encounter them. It helps her accept who she is, but -- growing up believing you're loved, only to realize you're feared to the point of wanting to rid the world of your existence... That hits heavy in ways she'll probably never completely overcome. Not for a really long time.

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Whatever smile had existed when she showed Nobara that text, dwindled down to a soft frown. Eyes that never quite seemed to hide a quiet sadness, became much more notably so when the other teen seemed to take the remark much more seriously.

She tries to smile again, but it falls as readily as the first, focusing instead on the cracked screen that held the message. It was just a joke, wasn't it? That's what she tells herself, but even so, saying it still stung a little.

The boon of having no voice was -- she could delay responding for a much longer time. Erasing text, thumb taps writing it in on digital keys before pressing the backspace button to erase the whole thing again.

Once more, she's forcing a smile, shaking her head with a wave of her hands to insist she hadn't meant anything by it. Apologizing by resting her fingertips to the part of her throat she always kept hidden. Keeping its secrets therein to avoid inevitable stares. The sort she got when she first enrolled to the Jujutsu sister school in Kyoto.

A few more taps, and a message would be displayed to Nobara.

"I really didn't mean anything by it. 😁"

@strawdxll [ Cnt x ]

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@2xcursekissed said:

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

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This was becoming more frequent. The longer she was around Sorcerers; people who actually cared about her, the more she realized just how awful her life in the village was. It was more than that, though. It felt like a heaviness lifted, only to be replaced by something else. Lives; countless souls, lost to things normal people couldn't see. Only experience like a twisted possession of atrocities afflicted upon them.

Akitsu had bore witness so many times to the horrendous things these Cursed Spirits were capable of. From old to young, all affronted by their twisted natures.

His voice caught her a touch off guard. How long had she been staring off, thinking about this? Despite the smile, there always seemed to be a sort of subtle sadness behind her mismatched eyes. Gentle wave to dismiss any concerns he might have and a firm nod to confirm she was okay.

Spiderweb splinters raced across the screen of her cellphone. It had seen some things since she obtained it few years ago - before she had ever arrived in Kyoto, and longer still since she showed up To Tokyo. Old. Outdated, and she's still using it as if it were the best on the market, caring nothing for the cracks that show. A reflection, perhaps, of how she felt deep down.

"I'm okay! 😁" The text read, "I was just thinking about the people we've helped. Do you think they're all okay now?"

[elysian-noctuary]

To no surprise, his words weren't met with excitement or understanding. A small huff of air left his nostrils as he continued his texting. At least she was willing to help him out. If she didn't, that's fine, too. He would have figured it out eventually.

Taking his phone back, Inumaki pressed his thumbs into the screen to show her once more. "np." Very short, and straight to the point. It didn't matter how long it took... the others may be looking around for him away. No matter, he's here to help her out with exploring her new school as well.

It took him a brief moment to realize he, too, didn't give his name. Quickly bowing again to her kindness. Looking at her cracked screen, the name Isoarashi Akitsu seemed... oddly familiar.

"I'm Inumaki Toge 😀" he typed out quickly and gave her time to read his name as well.

As the two exchanged names, Akitsu made her way to clean up after her training. Inumaki found himself an empty bench nestled under a tree for her to come back. If she did.

The name... why couldn't he put his finger on it? Deep in thought, Inumaki scrolled through endless socials he followed from Instagram to Spotify. It was the latter that came up with a result. Music, huh. He played a snippet of one of the few songs he had saved in his likes. Pressing the play button and scrolling to the middle of the song, the voice was warm, smooth, and full of life. No wonder he had put it in his likes to sort out into his playlists for later. But the question remained, is it the same person? It was too difficult to tell just based off of a mere squeak Akitsu was able to produce.

When the girl came back out, Inumaki immediately closed the app and locked his phone. Even if by chance they were the same person, it would be an insult to her current injuries. As if he were mocking her inability to use her voice. His eyes softened, frown under his collar. He knew it all too well. Inumaki gave her a gentle wave as she approached after her break.

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Was that.. music? The sound touched upon her ears as she opened the door. Forced to pause a beat only to hear it cut off quickly. It sounded familiar.. No, not just familiar. She swears she heard something she sang once. But maybe it's her mind playing tricks. Familiarity after a traumatic event, trying to be soothed, but always reminded of the things she'd lost. For a split second, there's a sense of pain within her gut. One that, as she approached Inumaki, would be lost again. Replaced by hope, and quiet determination to keep moving forward. Even though it hurt like hell.

She looked much more relaxed. Refreshed. Dark purple locks fallen down around her shoulders in soft waves. A touch of makeup - but not much. And fresh, clean clothes. It was still sweltering outside in the daylight sun so she opted for a tank top and shorts. A wide choker concealing a portion of her neck. It was the only thing she had that wouldn't leave her feeling overly warm on an already hot day. But those bruises were impossible to miss, or the small peek of dressings hidden under the dark choker. A good application of makeup helped some.

With a pair of sandals, and a backpack now rested over her shoulder, she was a bit surprised to find him waiting there. Surely he had others he'd rather hang out with? But he waited for her. Warmth burned against her cheeks, and a small, if a bit shy, smile would find its way to the surface. Grateful for his patience, and willingness to spare some time for her. Even if she were the one hopefully helping him.

She pulled the cellphone from her pocket, and quickly jotted down a message on the digital notepad. "I can show you now." Akitsu offered, withdrawing the cellphone again to type something new up. "What is the sister school exchange event?" Her hand finds its way deep into her pocket as she holds the screen towards him.

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Alone against the soft clicks and distinctive murmur of the tracks beneath the cars. Long, and near emptied of occupants this day. Kyoto left at her back with trees, the lush swells vibrant green hills, and patchworks of rice fields drifting passed. Highlights against tempered landscapes. Beautiful, and inviting, leaving the ones to gaze upon them in quiet awe.

It would be her first time on this ride. The route only a couple of hours, but -- she's supposed to meet someone at the station, or slip off onto the subway to get her closer to her destination. Maybe Inumaki will be there to help guide her.

Wouldn't that be nice. The thought pulls a small smile from the otherwise passive one. A tiny flutter in her chest. He was such a kind person. Always a delight to be around.

It's been uneventful. But it's only just begun. Akitsu's fingers curl about her backpack and the limited luggage she had thought to bring. It's only a couple days, she told herself. She could go shopping a little in Tokyo. What a great excuse to get out and see the city!

But she's a little timid. A little unsure. Her grip tightens on the straps to pull it in a bit closer. Eyes left to wander the scenery beyond the large windows of the train. Alone save for a couple people seated further ahead in the section she occupied. Legs pulled in tight against her chest with the bag moved to rest between her and the wall.

@uzumakisavior