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Warning: bodys burning, light existential crysis, cursing, kenjaku as his own warning.
Unbeliever • jujutsu kaisen
October 31st, 2018, Shibuya.
Within one of the deepest barriers of the attack, Satoru Gojo found himself at a crossroads. Standing before him, two Special Grade Curses and a Curse User waited for the infamous strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer's response after successfully ambushing him.
Satoru Gojo did not have many options, and he was well aware of that. After all, his destructive power posed an extreme danger to the hundreds of civilians trapped on the same floor as him inside the barrier. The situation was far from favorable, but it was not impossible for the strongest sorcerer of the modern era. This was merely another test of his abilities.
Yet, amidst that sea of innocent people, a pair of golden eyes shone with an unfamiliar and bewildering intensity.
A light that went unnoticed by everyone.
In the middle of the crowd, for no reason and without any explanation, a flame was lit. A new and unexpected potential awakened beneath the explosive tension of the battle about to unfold. The event escaped the notice of his enemies alone, but the sorcerer, already on high alert, caught the faint disturbance in the surrounding Cursed Energy not too far from where he stood.
Letting out a quiet, dry chuckle, Satoru allowed himself a brief distraction, silently observing the unusual fluctuation that had just appeared.
It was weak, yet persistent, like the awakening of a clan child discovering their place in the world of jujutsu at the age of five.
'Impressive... What convenient timing for an awakening like this. Please don't die before this is over.'
It was Gojo's last thought before turning his full attention back to the enemies before him.
An unconscious clarity illuminated your senses, granting you an unfiltered awareness of your surroundings and the ability to focus once again. It felt as though you had stepped out of a sealed, silent chamber, one that had deprived you of every single sense for years.
A violent sensory overload made you flinch with a muffled groan. An unbearable pain pounded against your skull several times, as though your senses were being forcefully adjusted, before it suddenly vanished, leaving behind only the memory of its existence and your lingering hesitation.
Once your senses stopped suffocating your thoughts, your mind began clawing through the immense abyss between your memories, desperately trying to fill the void with some logical explanation for how the hell you had ended up here.
Your hometown didn't even have a subway station, so how did you get here?
At what point had your mind simply... shut off and carried you all the way to this moment?
Where the hell are you?
How far away from home are you?
Why do the murmurs of the people around you sound nothing like your own language?
That overwhelming flood of questions was abruptly silenced by a sudden commotion somewhere nearby.
As you glanced back, you noticed something new.
The platform gates that had kept people away from the tracks slid open, throwing several of them onto the rails in the process. Some of those who had fallen quickly stood back up, confused.
Then every trace of logic disappeared.
Without warning, one of them burst into grotesque, raging flames, soon followed by others around them as they too began burning in blazing fire.
Their screams ripped every coherent thought from your mind, freezing your body like a deer caught in the middle of the road, unable to flee from the death waiting before it.
A wave of pure panic spread through everyone who witnessed the inexplicable phenomenon, giving rise to a chorus of terrified screams and desperate cries in the face of something no one could understand.
The crowd's instinct to flee shoved you even deeper into the mass of people, forcing you to press yourself against complete strangers in a desperate attempt to get as far away from the horrifying scene as possible.
Your bewildered mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. An overwhelming torrent of information swept through your brain, nearly driving you unconscious beneath the crushing mental overload.
But just before your mind could finally shut down, a streak of white flashed across your vision.
And then you saw them.
Brilliant blue eyes, vivid and alive, shining with an intensity so deep it defied explanation.
At that moment, your thoughts fell silent.
A profound stillness settled over your mind as a single realization fit every scattered piece together like the final piece of a puzzle.
That was Satoru Gojo.
This is the Shibuya Incident.
And you are, quite possibly, one of its victims.
Sukuna felt it.
Something strange had happened. Something that had disturbed his awareness.
It wasn't something that could be explained. A new, minuscule sensation, like a feather brushing against the ground. Something so light and insignificant that it should have been beneath his notice.
And yet, it managed to pique the curiosity of the bored Curse residing within his host.
"How interesting."
Within himself, Itadori sensed the subtle shift in Sukuna's mood, and an unsettling feeling made him swallow hard as he continued making his way through the upper level of the subway station.
Deep within the station, you ran.
You ran with every ounce of strength you had through unfamiliar hallways lined with signs written entirely in Japanese—none of which you could understand.
Some time ago, you had managed to escape the area where you first woke up, shortly after Gojo killed Hanami. It was an indescribable relief not to have been caught in the attacks from the Curses and Choso, an achievement that had undoubtedly exhausted every bit of luck you would ever have for the rest of your life.
Ever since then, you had done nothing but run.
And soon enough, the entire subway would become the stage for every kind of battle and conflict you desperately wanted to avoid.
Navigating these corridors was nothing more than a gamble. Every turn you took was guided by instinct, yet somehow you still weren't getting anywhere.
Your lungs burned as though they had caught fire. It was honestly impressive that you were still standing after dedicating so many years of your life to being completely sedentary.
Even so, you couldn't stop.
Soon, Satoru Gojo would be sealed.
And everything would go to hell.
'Fuck... Out of everything that could've happened. This has to be less likely than that stupid theory about a black hole suddenly appearing right in front of you!'
You kept running.
Running.
Running.
Eventually, exhaustion began to catch up with you.
Adrenaline still burned through your veins, making your fingertips tingle while your heart threatened to leap out of your throat.
Finally, your stamina gave out.
You stopped for a moment, one hand braced against your knee while the other pressed against your chest, desperately trying to calm your heartbeat and catch your breath.
For a brief moment, you looked around.
The fluorescent LED lights.
The strange sounds echoing through the station.
The signs that seemed to say everything and nothing all at once.
And somewhere in the back of your mind, a new concern surfaced.
Would you even be able to communicate with anyone?
The Japanese signs were enough to tell you the obvious: everyone here probably spoke Japanese too.
And if you couldn't even understand the signs...
Would you be able to understand someone well enough to ask for help?
A strange noise made you whip your head around in alarm.
Only for your gaze to land on an enormous mirror a short distance behind you.
It stretched from floor to ceiling, reflecting your entire figure.
For the first time since arriving in this world, you were finally able to look at yourself.
What stared back at you wasn't quite what you were used to.
The face resembled your own...
But it wasn't yours.
You noticed the differences almost immediately. You had never been particularly good with faces, but yours was the one you had spent your entire life looking at.
Enough to notice the changes.
Your nose was smaller and more defined, fitting the strange two-dimensional aesthetic this world seemed to possess.
Your skin had become noticeably tanner, enough to make you stand out among the predominantly East Asian crowd. You weren't Black, but you certainly no longer fit the definition of "white," either.
Your hair had changed as well.
It was longer now, with a subtle gradient that faded from black into a deep navy blue toward the ends, along with a gentle wave running through its length.
But without a doubt, the most striking feature...
...were your eyes.
Golden.
Bright like gemstones.
A shade of yellow that reminded you of a sunflower bathed in sunlight.
They looked almost angelic, with deep white pupils that defied every ounce of logic.
And somehow...
You could still see perfectly.
Your new appearance left you standing there in a trance, quietly taking in all the unfamiliar features that had somehow become your own.
"Careful not to stare for too long. They say your reflection gets jealous and drags you into the mirror."
The voice startled you, snapping you out of your daze and dragging you back to reality.
Kenjaku stood behind you, watching with a gentle smile.
But what frightened you the most wasn't the fact that he had appeared.
It was his voice.
He was speaking fluent Japanese.
And you couldn't understand a single word.
"You seem to be a foreigner. Can you understand what I'm saying?" he asked gently, careful not to frighten you any further.
The only response he received was your wide-eyed stare as the gears inside your head desperately searched for a solution to your current predicament.
Leaving you with an almost comically slack-jawed expression.
"I'll take that as a no... but that won't be a problem."
Geto's body extended a hand toward you, the gesture warm and inviting.
Having no common language to rely on, Kenjaku held out his right hand. Then, using his left, he pointed to his open palm before pointing at your own hand.
After that, he clasped both of his hands together in demonstration, gave them a light squeeze, and once again extended his right hand toward you.
'He wants... to hold my hand? Is he asking for a handshake? Or is he trying to lead me somewhere?'
You wondered after watching the little pantomime.
Finally closing your mouth, you adopted a wary posture, even if it probably wasn't the smartest way to handle your current situation.
The man waited patiently while you thought it over, his gentle smile never wavering as he quietly watched your reaction, almost as if he could see the tiny gears turning inside your head.
'This is complicated... What is he trying to do? I'm like a puppy standing in the middle of a field surrounded by lions... and one of them just reached out a hand to me.'
'A hand with sharp claws that could tear me apart at any moment.'
You carefully considered your only option as though it were an endless list of choices.
'There's no world where I can run from or fight this guy. The only thing I can do is obey... and hope fate is in a good mood today.'
Letting out one last heavy sigh—one you feared might be your last—you slowly placed your trembling, hesitant hand into the cold one being offered to you.
The difference in temperature made you shiver before his fingers gently closed around your palm.
Without another word, he gave your hand a soft tug and began walking, silently leading you with him.
From that moment on, your attention remained fixed on every movement the man made as he guided you toward an unknown destination.
Deep down, all you could do was pray... and wonder what thoughts hid behind that stitched, cursed skull.
And what fate still had in store for you after everything that had happened so far.
This was previously written in Portuguese, i asked a friend of mine to translate it because she has a better vocabulary than me.
Do you remember when was the last time you had hands? For sure not, it's been years since the last time you saw anything other then fluffy paws to groom and sharp claws. You still remember tho, that one cursed spiral eye, the one who started your new journey.
You do remember the little kid with green hair, jumping in glowing tiles and following a tiny shimmering butterfly inside a dark alley. Everything after that was blurry.
"Miss paws, where are you!" The childish and playful voice woke you from your own little head, soon the same green hair from your memories arrived with a smile, quick in her steps to scoop the black cat in her arms. "There is a witch here! A true witch! With true magic! You NEED to see him!"
She talked while the you got comfortable in her embrace.
'Oh dear, is it who I think it is?' you thought for yourself.
Eventually Coco left the tiny atelier, arriving where the witch had hidden.
"Look, he is inside there. He's fixing the costumer's chariot that one of the boys broke.. but isn't it so cool? There is an actual witch here!" The girl was so happy that she squished the poor cat in her arms, hugging her harder while giggling to herself.
"meoow!" You protested for your poor bones being crushed by Coco, she quickly released you on the ground. "I'm sorry, Miss paws, I got carried away, hehe!" She apologized while petting her.
'Is is finally time? Oh my poor girl, you have no idea what is coming for you.. if only I could protect you..' The feline lamented, you were scared for this day, scared to change how things would come, what if you change things for the worst?! What if the brimmed hats get their hands on Coco because you were close? You were scared.
"Oh, Coco, it's you." The door opened just to reveal clean white hair and blue intoxicating eyes behind a calm and composed face. "And who is this?"
"This is Miss paws! My cat! I brought her to see a true witch for the first time, too!" Coco said with proud while holding your front paws, making you stand in only your back ones. You watched carefully the man with careful and gloomy eyes, before meowing at him and lashing your tail back and forth, your own way of greeting Coco's future caretaker.
'He sure is as beautiful as the arts showed.. do witch's have special face products? There isn't a single spot in his face.' You analyzed him with care, not holding yourself and your hobby for beauty while judging him.
Maybe you liked self care in your past life? Who knows..
"It's nice to meet you, Miss paws." He greeted holding one of your paws and pretending to shake it. Coco smiled happily. "I'm qifrey, a true witch that is here to help fix some things." He played.
He straightened himself, changing his attention to the girl instead. "Coco, could I ask you something?"
Besides the task given to Coco, you were granted the privilege to go as you pleased inside the hut with qifrey, and so you did. While Coco was outside sitting in front of the door, you were inside. After all, what problems could a cat do? It's not like you can talk and reveal the truth about magic anyways. So you watched carefully while qifrey sorted his materials to start working on the drawing.
You watched with attention, from the moment he picked up his pen and started working on the circle first.
You just failed to notice the way qifrey stopped momentarily to watch you with careful eyes.
He felt something strange coming from you, you looked too sentient for a normal cat, he knew something was wrong the moment his eyes landed on you a while back, he could feel the weird energy around you, like you didn't fit who you were.
Deep in his mind, he wondered if you were really just a cat, he remembered how Coco talked about the first witch she saw long ago. Maybe there is something he doesn't know? Or just didn't understand yet.
Some time passed, you were able to hear the exact moment Coco saw the truth behind magic, you had heard her careful footsteps with your cat ears, shifting in your position and drawing qifteys attention to yourself, preventing Coco from getting caught, even if you knew she was not going to.
Qifrey worked on the last line before releasing a sigh.
"Finally, it's done, good as new to fly again." He talked carefully, like he was talking to you, which dragged your attention to him.
You meowed to him, watching him back.
He kept his eyes on you, his face more serious for a moment, he took his time to analyze you and your reactions. You, in return, just looked back at him with big green eyes, with a stare as deep as his.
He swore he could see hope in your eyes as you watched him back.
"Are you truly... A cat?" He whispered more to himself, but loud enough that you could hear clearly, you just blinked in return.
He sighed again, breaking the eye contact and starting to pack his things.
'Did he noticed?' you questioned yourself while still watching him take away his pen and ink. Soon after qifrey opened the hut door, being faced by Coco, who stared at the door with a face of someone deep in thoughts. You left before they finished talking, deciding to pass the most time you could with Coco's mom before she... Well.
You arrived quickly at her side, rubbing against her legs to draw her attention to you.
"Oh, hello there, paws." She recognized you, picking you up on her arms and brushing that spot in the back of your ears that makes you melt every time.
'Not that I'm a true cat, but after years, how could one not enjoy this kind of attention?' you reasoned with your human morals that way, enjoying the pets.
Coco and qiftey soon arrived, Coco skipping to her mother's side, holding qifrey's belongings while he tested the chariot.
"Are you alright? I thought you wanted to see the winged chariot." The woman asked, stoping to pet you for a moment. "It's so rare for you not to get all excited when it comes to magic."
Coco looked away with a sad and confused face. Only changing it when qifrey arrived asking if she was alright, she answered shoving his things on him and hiding behind her mother.
You sighed internally, watching the hole scene unfold. 'I wish I could help in some way..' you have thought about trying to save the woman, but despite how much is hurts, you are still scared to do something that would change Coco's destiny for the worst in the future. So the only thing you did was watch her mother with found and sad eyes, purring in her hold and enjoying her presence while you could. You have always felt like she was your own mother, after she and Coco adopted you.
"Goodbye, may our paths cross again." Qifrey said as he left, his silluet fading in the distance slowly, making you leave your own mind to reality again. You felt the woman holding you leave a sigh, relieved. But you didn't paid attention to her. Focusing on the witch that would soon return. Only after he was only a dot in the distance and when Coco's mom turned to leave your eyes left his back.
She dropped you on the ground again, but you followed after her closely, meowing to draw her attention again.
"And what about you? What got you so clingy today, kitty?" She questioned the black cat following her steps, entering her shop again with an idea.
You watched as she got a piece of fabric and started folding it weirdly, passing it around her body like a second shirt. After finishing, she scooped you up again and started tucking you inside the fabric like in a kangaroo pouch, except it holds you right on her chest, where you could hear her heart beating slowly.
'She is holding me like a baby, maybe she used to do this with Coco?' you started the machine inside you again, purring loudly against her chest happily, enjoying every last second you would have with her by your side.
After finishing, she returns to her duty on the store, attending to costumers while you slept the hole evening being hold by her, in a way that made you feel like you belonged there more than anything.
This would be your last memory with her, and you would cherish it forever, until the day she is set free from the crystal comes.
Until the day you finally regain your memories.
Until the day you recognize who you truly are.
English not my first language, I'm also not sure about the translation of some terms so correct me if I get something wrong. Until next time!
