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š¦ characters: yuuji, megumi, nanami, mentioned gojo, geto, nobara, mai, nanako and mimiko
š¦ summary: in which famous wrestler, itadori yuji, goes to a club to see the band performing and meets their bassist, fushiguro megumi
š¦ warnings: nil
š¦ notes: i am a nobamai enthusiast and i love band/bassist AUs if you canāt tell
wrote this for two nights straight in my hotel beside my homophobic mom #weball
itās pride, nobodyās stopping my gay ass from writing gay stuff #dgaffinalboss
The club was raging. The live band that was hired for the day really seemed to kick things off for this new club that had just recently opened. There stood the renowned wrestler, Itadori Yuuji.
A man known for his incredible strength and inhumane durability. One could say he was like a demon. A supernatural human.
Now Itadori wasnāt the kind to go hopping around clubs. He was into the underground music scene. It just so happened that he was a big fan of the band that was opening that night.
Analog Youth.
An alt rock band that debuted a year ago. Itadori really loves the underground rock scene.
The lead singer for Analog Youth was a woman named Kugisaki Nobara. She had a great voice for the genre. The drummer is a woman named Zenin Mai, rumour has it that Zenin and Kugisaki seems to be dating. Their bassist is a man named Fushiguro Megumi. Fushiguro was the first member found by their manager, Gojo Satoru.
Thereās a rival band for Analog Youth, called Nostalgic Mania, managed by Gojoās boyfriend, Geto Suguru. The lead singers were a pair of twins, Hasaba Mimiko and Nanako.
Itadori was a fan of both, though he canāt lie, heād prefer Analog Youth.
His manager, Nanami Kento, was a former schoolmate of both Gojo and Geto. Nanami had managed to get Itadori the backstage pass, so that heād be able to talk to the band. Needless to say, he was incredibly excited, especially with how much of a fanboy he was. Nanami really only got the backstage pass so that heād be able to have a business conversation with Gojo and Geto.
Kugisaki owned the stage with her powerful voice and aggressive lyrics. She kept exchanging glances with Zenin Mai as well, not really denying their rumours. Their bassist was crazy, rocking his bass back and forth with a nonchalant expression. Something about that face struck a deep feeling in Itadori.
Analog Youth has a guitarist as well, Inumaki Toge, a man not known for his words, but his skills. His family was known for their musical talent, which boosted Analog Youthās fame when they first debuted.
Itadori was enjoying himself, Nanami? Eh, not so much. But at least he was with Itadori and not some random stranger.
The night was loud and full of action, everyone around them seemed to be vibling along even after the bandās setlist was over. Nanami had to forcefully drag Itadori to where the band was resting, or else heād be dancing to another band.
āGojo,ā Nanami commanded as he entered.
Gojo came out from the toilet, while the band did their own things. āNanami! Long time no see!ā He cooed as Geto appeared from the same toilet right after Gojo.
God only knows what they were doing in there. The noises and the messā¦
āMy wrestler here is a fan of your band,ā Nanami began. āAnalog Youth. Besides, we have business to discuss.ā
Itadori tuned out the business conversation. It was about hiring the band for his next show. His attention was on the band members. Kugisaki had left for the changing room while Zenin Mai was on a smoke break. Inumaki was out in the club, drinking and dancing. Fushiguro?
He was tuning his bass.
He wasnāt a fan of the crowd, but he loved doing music.
āHey,ā Itadori smiled, striking up a conversation. āI really liked your performance.ā
Fushiguro nodded,ā Thanks.ā
āHow long have you been playing the bass?ā Itadori asked.
Fushiguro hesitated, his mind deep in thought as he figured ways to continue, or end, the conversation. He was a quiet man.
āMy whole life,ā He answered. āI can play the piano too.ā
Itadoriās eyes lit up at the mention of the piano. āI used to learn that as a kid! But I stopped and I donāt remember anything now.ā
Fushiguro nodded, āI couldā¦ show you?ā
āSure!ā Itadori replied.
Fushiguro gently placed his bass away and led Itadori to the piano. Fushiguro was secretly a huge wrestling fan. A big fan of the muscles Itadori had underneath, but he was going to forbid himself from showing that side of him. Wouldnāt want Itadori to think heās weird or anythingā¦ Thatād be horrible.
Itadori seemed to love showing Fushiguro his entire fan personality. For the pink hair boy never had the need to hide anything in his life. He loved letting the world know who he truly was. Perhaps that was why Nanami had decided to take him in, Itadoriās authenticity was something attractive that should be cherished.
He marveled at the way Fushiguroās fingers glided on the piano keys, using the pedals properly to showcase the different sounds. Every note sounded majestic to Itadoriās ears. The tranquility of the atmosphere was a stark difference to the club scene.
āWhyād you join the band?ā Itadori asked. āThis sounds so different from what the band plays.ā
āI played you Anitraās Dance,ā Fushiguro answered, the music coming to a halt. āI just enjoy playing.ā
āAnitraās Dance?ā
Fushiguro nodded. āFrom Peer Gynt, the play.ā
āWhatās it about?ā
āA man who neglects his duties and tells tales instead. A lazy dreamer, so to speak.ā
Itadori nodded as Fushiguro continued playing. He was entirely captivated by the beautiful man before him. The allure of the tunes drawing him as he found himself distracted by Fushiguro. Oh the irony of the situation that Itadori was in and Fushiguro playing Anitraās Dance of all piecesā¦
Love can find itself in every corner of the world.
And right now?
Itadori seemed to think it was right before him.
Fushiguro seemed to be afraid of it however.
He simply wasnāt the kind to accept love as easily as it came. Neither did he really believe it could exist.
For his parents never showed him the existence of it.
āCan I buy you a drink?ā Itadori asked.
Fushiguro immediately shot it down. Being drunk means he would be vulnerable. He wasnāt like that.
āItadori, we have to go now,ā Nanamiās voice appeared behind the two.
Just like that, the first ever meeting between Itadori and Fushiguro was cut short. But as fate would have it, they would soon meet again.
This time round? Fushiguro was the fan watching Itadori as he had his match.
As luck would have it, Nanami spotted Fushiguro watching. He knew how much Itadori had been talking about Analog Youth and Fushiguro, so he figured that he might as well do his fighter a favour. A reward for always winning.
During intermission, Nanami made his move and approached the bassist, catching him off guard.
Of course. He didnāt know what to say after being caught off guard like that.
Nanami nodded at the no brainer statement. Who else would he be? But either way, he had a mission.
āItadori wishes to see you after the match,ā He lied.
But Fushiguro didnāt need to know that, and he even fell for it. He agreed to meet Itadori. Now all Nanami had to do was to let Itadori know of Fushiguroās presence.
āItadori,ā Nanami began as he found Itadori in the break room. Sweat covering his well chiseled body.
āYes Nanami?ā He asked.
āFushiguro wants to see you,ā Nanami announced and left immediately after.
Itadori started gloating the moment he heard the door shut. Fushiguro wanted to see him? Hell yeah! He wasnāt going to let this opportunity slip by. Hopefullyā¦ heād score somethingā¦ not a win.
But a date.
Hopefully.
It would be the only score that matters.
During his final match, all he could think of was impressing Fushiguro. He had purposely flexed more of his muscles and showcased more of his strength that even Nanami himself was shocked, but not surprised.
Was Fushiguro impressed?
Wellā¦ maybe?
He had the same expression throughout the match, but his mind said something else. Every time he saw Itadori getting wrecked was a moment of worry. He feared for the life of his favourite wrestler. But there really wasnāt much to worry as Itadori pretty much got it from where he was at. Heās a professional in his field, he knew what he was doing.
His job, and impressing Fushiguro.
Though Fushiguro would most likely act all nonchalant backstage. Heād hate for his feelings to be exposed. Nanami would have to escort him to Itadoriās break room.
Sure enough, the moment he saw Itadoriās excited face in the break room, all readable emotions disappeared from Fushiguroās face. Why?
He wasā¦ well shy. He feared getting too close.
Itadori however, was ready to embrace Fushiguro with open arms. He didnāt care. If he wanted it, heād try to get it.
āIāll leave you two to it,ā Nanami excused.
The door shut with Nanamiās exit, leaving the two alone.
āYou wanted to see me?ā Itadori grinned.
A confused expression crawled onto Fushiguroās face. āBut Nanami saiāā
Itadori brushed it off, āDoesnāt matter! Letās just talk!ā The grin on his face made Fushiguro feel out of place, like he was missing a piece of something.
He just couldnāt figure out what it was.
āDidnāt know you were into wrestling!ā Itadori continued on, pouring Fushiguro a cup of water.
Fushiguro nodded, āYou did great.ā
He wanted to say more. But he didnāt, and simply accepted the water from Itadori. One gulp and the entire cup was empty, even Itadori himself was surprised at the speed at which Fushiguro drank.
āLet me get you another cup!ā
Itadori tried to take the cup from Fushiguro but it was held tightly in his hands. Fushiguro shook his head slowly, Itadori gave him another smile.
āEh,ā He began. āAre you.. shy or something?ā
āW-what?! No,ā Fushiguro shot down, placing the cup on the nearest counter. āIām justā¦ thirsty.ā
Itadori laughed, āThen let me get you another cup.ā
He didnāt give Fushiguro any chance to protest and filled it up. Fushiguro wasnāt sure what he was feeling anymore. It felt like he was looking at a walking sunshine, standing right before him. It was a strangeā¦ yet fluttering feeling.
Itadori seemed to enjoy the scene unfolding before him too. He had never gone a day without thinking about Fushiguro and his piano. The way his fingers smoothly glided on the keys and the beautiful melody that came out of it.
He yearned for that side of Fushiguro to be shown more. He wanted to see it. But only if Fushiguro himself wanted to show it.
āYou got any dinner plans?ā Itadori asked.
Fushiguro shook his head. āMy band was going to meet with Nostalgic Mania for something. It got cancelled.ā
āGreat!ā Itadoriās smile beamed, āCome over then! We could watch a thing or two!ā
āW-what?ā Fushiguro asked.
But needless to say, he was still dragged over. Itadori drove a nice car and he lived in a humble neighbourhood. It was reflective of the kind of person he always had been. Helping everyone he could. He was always on the news for his kind deeds. He never thrived to be the best, as being all the way at the top seemed lonely. But he wanted to be enough for the world, to give everyone the chance to rise.
Perhaps that was one of the reasons why Fushiguro admired him as well.
Itadoriās apartment was decently sized. Two bedrooms with bathrooms, one kitchen and a living room which doubled as a dining room. He had said that the extra bedroom was for guests, whenever he had people staying over. In this case, it would be for Fushiguroās to use.
āIām ordering delivery,ā Itadori announced. āWhat would you like?ā
Fushiguro shook his head, as he looked into the ingredients that Itadori had in his home. āI can cook.ā
āFor us?ā
Fushiguro nodded.
Itadori could really use some cooking lessons.
He watched as Fushiguro carefully mixed the eggs together to make Chawanmushi, and topping it off with some fish cake and shrimp. Their main dish for the night was a simple Yaki Udon. The smell of the pork filled the air and Itadori swore he could just fly at that very moment. He didnāt expect Fushiguro to be such an amazing chef.
An hour later, food was complete and Itadori could not wait to dig in.
āFushiguro,ā Itadori slurped on his noodle. āWhereād you learn to cook like that?ā
āMy sister taught me,ā Fushiguro answered as Itadori turned on the TV and they watched the show broadcast together. It was the usual run of the morning shows, being played at night. Having a busy day means catching up on their beloved shows at the end of the day.
āMaybe you could teach me someday?ā Itadori suggested. In a blink of an eye, his Chawanmushi was almost gone. He had gulped the whole thing within seconds.
A small, satisfactory smile flashed across Fushiguroās face that made Itadori freeze for a moment, but he managed to regain his composure. One sentence, and the two men looked at each other with millions of emotions in their eyes. Words they werenāt sure if they should share.
But slowly, they seemed to understand what each other wanted. But was it worth the risk?
Fushiguro gave a gentle nod, āSure, Iād teach you tomorrow morning.ā
Itadori muttered a cheery thanks as the two went back to their show. Itadori cleaned the dishes and helped ease Fushiguro into the guest bedroom.
Itadori gave Fushiguro one of his pajamas to change into. He could always return it the next time they see each other. Fushiguro somehow managed to fit right in the wrestlerās sleep attire.
āItadori,ā Fushiguro mumbled before Itadori went to his room for the night.
āYou need anything?ā Itadori asked.
āPerhaps you couldā¦ drive me to my band practice tomorrow? Iāll send you the location,ā Fushiguro requested, his eyes shying away from contact.
Though the room was dark, Fushiguro could feel Itadoriās innocent little grin on his stupid pink haired face.
š¦ summary: in which ragatha contracted a virus known as hanahaki
š¦ warnings: blood, major character death
š¦ notes: wrote this on a plane and also been feeling hella suicidal lately but we ball
hereās some doomed lesbians
Ā Ā āRagatha?ā Pomni asked, knocking on Ragathaās door.
Ā Ā Silence.Ā
Ā Ā Ragatha stared at the purple orchids in her hand, covered in blood. Since when was thisā¦ possible? What was this? Why was she even coughing?
Ā Ā The knocking became louder, and she soon heard Jaxās voice coming through the door.
Ā Ā āLet her be,ā Jax laughed. āPerhaps she finally ran out of something positive to say.ā
Ā Ā Ragatha could hear the sound of his footsteps leaving, then, the slow footsteps of Pomni dragging her feet. The hesitation in the footsteps somehow left a cut in Ragathaās heart as her coughing got even worse. She could barely stop and catch her breath, the bloodied flowers falling before her eyes.
Ā Ā Ragatha just had no clue what was happening to her. One day she was fine, then the next thing she knew, sheās bent over and coughing the air out of her lungs because of some flowers.Ā
Ā Ā With all that she could master, Ragatha forcefully pulled herself onto her bed. Her face buried in the soft pillow. She could feel the warm crimson leaking from the corners of her mouth.Ā
Ā Ā What was happening?
Ā Ā Her soft hands gripped tightly on the bedding, wrinkles surrounded her hands as the orchids in her palms ripped apart, falling on the ground as it was nothing.
Ā Ā She was abstracting next, wasnāt she?
Ā Ā Of course she was.
Ā Ā Ever since Pomni came, it was likeā¦ something changed in Ragatha.
Ā Ā She started feeling things she never felt before. She wasnāt sure what it wasā¦ It felt beyond a friendship but not quite on the relationship level. Pomni just seemed to unlock something in Ragatha.Ā
Ā Ā Something unknown.Ā
Ā Ā Ragatha had figured that Caine had to be clueless as well, otherwise he wouldāve said something about coughing bloody flowers. It wouldāve been a new adventure if Caine had something to do with it.Ā
Ā Ā Who could possibly help her now?
Ā Ā How many more adventures could she handle before she finallyā¦Ā
Ā Ā Finallyā¦
Ā Ā āHello Ragatha!ā Caineās loud and boomy voice pulled her out of her mind void.Ā
Ā Ā The soft feeling she was laying on seemed to be gone as well, the lights seemed blinding. Of course, Caine had another adventure planned.Ā
Ā Ā He wasnāt going to let her miss it for the world.Ā
Ā Ā āYouāve been missing out on my great adventures!ā Caine boomed.
Ā Ā His loud voice had distracted Ragatha from Pomni, who was looking at the ragdoll with concern riddled all over her face. Pomni knew there was something going on, but she canāt seem to get Ragatha to tell her. Lately, it seems as though there was a wall in between them.
Ā Ā An invisible force driving them apart, who was the cause? Who really knows?Ā
Ā Ā Ragatha wasnāt listening to Caine anymore, all she had in her mind wasā¦
Ā Ā āAh Pomni!ā Jaxās obnoxious voice came booming out of nowhere and that was when Ragatha saw it.
Ā Ā His arms wrapped around Pomniā¦
Ā Ā āIām sure weād make a nicer team! Havenāt you gotten sick of Ragatha at this point?ā He looked over at Ragatha, a sly grin plastered on his face as she stared at him.
Ā Ā Ragatha made her way over to Kinger as Jax continued, but she had tuned him out. She simply did not have the energy. She could feel Pomniās concerned eyes following every step she took. Suddenly, each step felt heavy, like a sense of worry was weighing her down, trying to pull her down into the dark pit, where every abstracted went.
Ā Ā Of course she was next.
Ā Ā It was inevitable.Ā
Ā Ā Ragatha couldnāt even focus on the horse riding competition. That was the game Caine had specially designed for the dear old rag doll. Yet there she was, uncharacteristically gloomy. Jax and Pomni had won, much to Zoobleās dismay, as Jax managed to kick them off their horse. They were in pairs, one tame a horse and the other would ride it. Kinger barely managed to tame one of course, while Pomni somehow managed to do it.
Ā Ā There was just something about Pomniā¦
Ā Ā Ragatha simply sat by the side, all alone. Looking at the horsesā¦ reminding her of the home that felt like a borderline hell. Did her mother even miss her?Ā
Ā Ā āHey Ragatha?āĀ
Ā Ā She looked up, and there was Zooble looking all concerned. They took a seat beside her. Despite their triangle shaped face, Ragatha could still see the worry etched upon their face. A friendly concern, though unmatched for whatever they showed Gangle.
Ā Ā āWhatās up Zooble?ā Ragatha smiled. One beaming so brightly that if Zooble didnāt know any better, theyād be fooled.Ā
Ā Ā āI should ask you that,ā They sighed. āYou donāt usually skip adventures. That's more of a me thing. And I know Jax isnāt the problem because otherwise, you would've started skipping a long time ago.ā
Ā Ā Ragatha looked away, staring at Pomni who was now trying to separate Kinger and Jax.Ā
Ā Ā āMaybe I just got tired,ā Ragatha mumbled. āArenāt you?ā
Ā Ā Zooble scooted closer to the dear ragdoll, the close proximity making Ragatha panic. Her heart fluttering slightly before she finally returned to normal. God why was she so nervous now?
Ā āI mean,ā Zooble began. āItās Caine. He just doesnāt listen. But Iāve got Gangle. Youāve got Pomni, no?ā
Ā Ā Ahā¦ Pomniā¦
Ā Ā Ragatha nodded, āYeah, Iāve got her.ā
Ā Zooble gave her a small pat on the shoulder. āYouāre not alone here, youāve got all of us. Maybe not Jax.ā
Ā Ragatha laughed, āYeah, maybe not Jax.ā
Ā Ā There was something about watching Pomni, the way she laughsā¦ The way she talksā¦ The way she actsā¦
Ā Ā Something about Pomni that made Ragatha different.
Ā Ā Perhaps it was up to Ragatha to figure out why. She had treated Pomni like how she treated every other newcomer to the digital circus. Nice and welcoming. That was who Ragatha was. A kind soul, one who desires to be loved. One who craved love.Ā
Ā Ā Loveā¦
Ā Ā A curse on us all.
Ā Ā Maybe Ragatha has it all figured out now.
Ā Ā When the adventure was over and they all returned, Ragatha didnāt go to find Pomni. She went to hide in Kingerās little fortress, with the chess piece himself.
Ā Ā Perhaps being out of her room was what she needed.
Ā Ā Maybe being away from Pomni in general.
Ā Ā A part of her also missed the way Kinger used to be. When she first joined the circus, it was Kinger who helped her. Yet she could not do anything when he slowly faded away, leaving a shell of what he once was.Ā
Ā Ā Sheād find a little bit of comfort being around him, despite him no longer being able to understand her.Ā
Ā Ā The darkness of the fortress swallowed them within. Her thoughts spilled out of her mouth as Kinger stared at her with wonder. Ragatha rambled on and on until she was stopped by another coughing fit.
Ā Ā Blood splattered everything, some drops landing on Kinger. Ragatha could not stop. Her throat tightened around the orchids suffocating her. Her blocked airway struggled to hang on as she tried to use her plush hands to make space to breathe. Nothing was working.
Ā Ā Was this it?Ā
Ā Ā Was this how she abstracts?
Ā Ā āOh my god Ragatha!ā Kingerās panicked voice brought Ragatha back to life. He stood behind her and wrapped his hands around her upper torso, trying to help her.
Ā Ā By some miracle, it had worked. But they werenāt supposed to be humans in the digital circusā¦ The orchids came flying out of her mouth, finally freeing her throat.
Ā Ā āYou had me worried there!ā Kinger lamented, his eyes taking on the look of a worried father.Ā
Ā Ā Ragatha could only stare at the bloodied pile of flowers before her, as she fell on her knees. All she could feel was weakness and the strange sense of defeat.Ā
Ā Ā She shook her head slowly. āI donāt know whatās going on with me.āĀ
Ā Ā Ragathaās soft hands reached for one of the crimson drenched orchids and brought it closer to them. She examined each and every petal carefully, accompanied by Kingerās silence.Ā
Ā Ā āYou knowā¦ā Kinger mumbled. āThis reminds me of a poem my wife used to tell me.ā
Ā Ā Ragatha shot up, her head tilting to the side as her face contorted into a confused frown. āA poem?ā
Ā Ā Kinger nodded, āIām trying to remember how it goesā¦ā
Once a petal falls,
and soon fatal it shows.
Roots grow in my heart,
feelings yearn in the dark,
the lungs get ripped apart.
The blood pools beneath,
as the flower goes unrequited.
For my heart no longer has a sheath,
a longing to be united.
May my heart learn of you as a stranger,
each yearn brings me danger.
To unlove you I shall,
to save me I shall.
Ā Ā āThat soundsā¦ā Ragatha pondered. She had never heard it beforeā¦ yet it resonated with her in ways she never knew was possibleā¦
Ā Ā āBeautiful,ā She finished.
Ā Ā Kinger nodded. āI remember this poem. Perhaps there is someone youāre feeling something for and youāre not telling them.ā
Ā Ā That made sense.Ā
Ā Ā Pomni.
Ā Ā Of course.Ā
Ā Ā Of course that was why she couldnāt face Pomni.Ā
Ā Ā The feelings she always tried to deny. Ever since she was a child, she knew what she felt for the same gender could not be explained away as friendship. She always knew, but it was something her mother could never accept. So Ragatha never didā¦ But now, her mother wasnāt here.
Ā Ā But Ragatha was.
Ā Ā And so was Pomni.
Ā Ā Yet deep down, the fear lingered.Ā
Ā Ā āWhat will happen if I just donāt tell anyone?ā Ragatha asked, though deep down she knew what the answer was going to be.Ā
Ā Ā There was only one.
Ā Ā āYouāllā¦ be gone. I believe the virus will erā never mind,ā Kinger hesitated, placing a hand on Ragathaās shoulder. āBut Ragatha, I have faith in you. Youāve never let me down once ever since joining the circus.ā
Ā Ā The fatherly smile on his faceā¦
Ā Ā Ragatha missed the old Kinger.
Ā Ā āThanks Kinger!ā Ragatha smiled before making her way out of the dark fortress and into the bright light of the circus.
Ā Ā āPomni?ā She called out.
Ā Ā No answer. The little jester was nowhere to be found. Perhaps she was in her room? Ragatha decided to head there next. Maybe, telling Pomni would make her feel better.
Ā Ā But could she place such a heavy burden on Pomni? It seemed selfish. What if she hated her for it? For putting her life on the line for Pomni.Ā
Ā Ā āOh look itās Ragatha!ā Jax flashed his sly grin. āWhy are you looking for Pomni?ā
Ā Ā āI-ā Ragatha stammered. āI need to tell her something!ā
Ā Ā Jax laughed, āBe careful Ragatha, those speeches never turn out the way you want them to!ā
Ā Ā Something felt personal about those words. Like he had lived through themā¦
Ā Ā Butā¦
Ā Ā āWhat does that even mean?!ā Ragatha demanded.Ā
Ā Ā āI mean,ā Jax replied, āAwakening unwanted feelings and all that is such a mess. Youād do better to avoid all that stuff but then againā¦ā
Ā Ā Ragatha left. āForget it,ā She mumbled.
Ā Ā She just walked aimlessly afterwards, and yet she still somehow ended up back at Pomniās room. And the worst part? Pomni opened her door, the two-toned eyes staring right back at the lovely doll.
Ā Ā āRagatha?ā Pomni mumbled, āWhat are yāā
Ā Ā āDid Jax tell you anything?ā Ragatha questioned, shaking Pomni as she did so.
Ā Ā Pomni barely shook her head as Ragatha walked into her room.Ā
Ā Ā Could Ragatha really let Pomni know how she feltā¦ What if she didnāt feel the same way? Would Pomni still see her the same way?Ā
Ā Ā The words got caught in her throat as she could feel something rise up from her chestā¦ Not nowā¦ Please. It was the worst time to have another coughing fit! Ragatha scratched her throat in panic as she felt the air slowly leaving her.
Ā Ā She could feel her knees giving out, kneeling on the floor, her body doubling over in pain as she let the flowers out. Her throat expanding impossibly wide as the petals and stems and blood came pouring out with each cough. She choked on some petals but the forcefulness of each cough had forced her to let everything out. Pomni could only look on in horror, asking for help but to no avail.Ā Ā Ā
Ā Ā The scene before her was one she had never seen before. Pomni could do nothing, except for leaving her own room, leaving Ragatha behind and to look for Caine.Ā
Ā Ā āP-Pomniā¦ā Ragatha choked out, her bloodied hands reaching for the jesterās shoes as she slowly ran out the door.
Ā Ā āRagatha! Iāll get help!ā Pomni yelled, backing away in horror of the scene.
Ā Ā Except Ragatha wasnāt sure if Caine could even save her at this pointā¦ Could this be caused by Caine? Surely he wouldnāt be that heartlessā¦ right?
Ā Ā Pomni had left her door open as she ran to get help. The light rained on Ragatha, like a false sense of hope made to taunt her. She was so closeā¦ then she had to cough.
Ā Ā It was like she was meant to suffer. All her life, it seems nothing was made to go her way. Her motherā¦ her love life.
Ā Ā Her birth was a curse.
Ā Ā This forsaken circus was a curse.
Ā Ā Ragatha was a curse in itself.
Ā Ā She was a ragdoll, of course she was cursed. What else could she be?
Ā Ā Each and every drop of blood stained her soft hands, a reminder of what she failed to achieve. Ragatha was a failure who could not even confess her feelings.Ā
Ā Ā She was going to disappear aloneā¦ with Pomni never knowing the truth.Ā
Ā Ā āPomniā¦ā Ragatha forced. āI thinkā¦ I like you.ā
Ā Ā The words got lost in the air, mixing in with the warm maroon pool of petals she was laying inā¦
Ā Ā She only had the bravery to confess when Pomni was no longer in front of her.
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Ā Ā āCaine!ā Pomni yelled. āCaine!ā
Ā Ā He was nowhere to be found. Her screeches got louder, her desperation grew to volumes that seemed to be at an inhumane level.Ā
Ā Ā It was her first friend at the circus after all. It was normal to want to see a friend do well.Ā
Ā Ā Caine appeared behind Pomni with a soft pop sound, flashing his usual enthusiasm as he greeted the little jester before him. As Pomni relay on what was happening to Ragatha, Caine could only bug out in confusion.
Ā Ā āC-Caine?ā Pomni asked as Caine seemingly glitched out.
Ā Ā āYes Pomni?ā Caine responded, after he finally returned to normal. Through his voiceā¦ not quite.
Ā Ā āUh,ā Pomni mumbled. āRagathaā¦?ā
Ā Ā Caine nodded, āRagatha is coughing flowers you say? I have heard of no such thing! Well, weāll have to see!ā
Ā Ā And there Ragatha was, dragging herself on the floor. A trail of blood followed, as Zooble and Gangle stared on in confusion. Though terrified would be a more accurate word for Gangle. Nobody had ever seen blood in the circus. Much less an amount that seemed fatal.
Ā Ā āCaine!ā Zooble shouted, their eyes narrowed at the suited jaw. āWhat is the meaning of this?!ā
Ā Ā āWell well, thatās certainly not supposed to happen!ā Caine cheered, floating over to Ragatha, who canāt stop coughing.
Ā Ā āWell not to worry! Itās nothing I canāt fix!ā And with a snap of his fingersā¦
Ā Ā Ragatha threw up a rotten bouquetā¦
Ā Ā āIā¦ canāt delete it,ā Caine mumbled.
Ā Ā āWhat do you mean you canāt delete it?ā Zooble demanded. āItās your circus!ā
Ā Ā Ragatha audibly sighed, her eyes darting to Pomni, a faint smile stretched across her face as Jax stepped out upon hearing the commotion. The trail of warm burgundy stretched across the floor made him freeze.
Ā Ā āWoah!ā Jax began. āHey Rags, didnāt know youāre such a great actress! The ketchupāā
Ā Ā Zooble threw one of their arm towards Jax, choking the final words out of him. ā[@$:!] you!ā Zooble yelled.
Ā Ā Pomni rushed beside Ragatha, brushing the flowers aside. āDonāt worry Ragatha, weāll find a way.ā
Ā Ā Ragatha tried to speak, but words failed to come out. She could notā¦ bring it forth to Pomni. She was scaredā¦ She could only grip on Pomni, her blood transferring onto her.
Ā Ā āRagathaā¦?ā Pomni began, as she saw Ragatha slowly fading away.
Ā Ā āCaine!ā Pomni screamed, running to shake Caine.
Ā Ā Caine just froze. Everyone else stared on in horror as Ragatha faded before their very eyes. All that was left of her? Blood trail and orchids.
Ā Ā The hanahaki virus has caused Ragathaās code to delete itself.
š¦ summary: what if someone finally told hachi what she needed to hear? would it be enough to save her? To save everyone?
prologue
chapter 1
š¦ warnings: t*kumi will appear soon
š¦ notes:
didn't realise that i lowk messed up the pacing in terms of how tf would the events of nana happen if i am following the timeline of jjkā¦ so this chapter is lowkey me trying to fix that. real plot begins in chapter 2 #trust
this chapter is giving prologue 2.0 BUT DW I DO HAVE SOMETHING PLANNEDDDD
Ā āNanami!ā Gojo skipped happily towards his junior.Ā
Ā Gojo was the only one Nanami still talked to in the world he left behind.Ā
Ā āWhy the sudden visit?ā Gojo asked as they stood in the old classroom they once had lessons in. The rooms Nanami spent alone after Haibara left.
Ā āI amā¦ā He hesitated. āConsidering returning to the Jujustu Society.ā
Ā Gojo seemed to light up and patted his shoulder. āI look forward to it.ā
Ā Gojo was glad thereās more people to shoulder the work of what they do. Nanami had some recent life experiences that pushed towards his return.Ā
Ā Experiences he hadnāt really expected.
Ā He didnāt contact Hachi after that dinner at her apartment. 707. He treated it as just another day, though he was reminded of just how normal other people were. Free of curses. That was until he met Hachi again, at another bakery. The one he usually went to was closed for maintenance work so he went to another one in Roppongi.Ā
Ā Maybe it was fate, but he ran into Hachi again. This time, they were grabbing the same bread, the last piece of the same bread. Nanami decided to offer it to Hachi instead, which prompted the young lady to treat Nanami again. She seemed to be in such a good mood and he wondered why.Ā
Ā Did her friend get her first successful gig?Ā
Ā āI didnāt know I would see you again!ā Hachi exclaimed excitedly as they exited the bakery together. āI completely forgot to ask for your number!ā
Ā āItās no need,ā Nanami responded.Ā
Ā But Hachi already typed her number into his phone, flashing him the brightest grin ever.Ā
Ā āNana had to change her bassist,ā Hachi babbled. āItās a boy named Okazaki Shinichi now!ā
Ā Nanami nodded as they walked, āHow has it been?ā He asked casually.Ā
Ā Hachiās grin grew brighter. āAmazing! The bandās going great!ā
Ā That line threw Nanami deep in thought. He had wondered. Innocent people, like the girl in his usual bakery and Hachi. Both did not know about jujutsu and both of them led lives so simple. It only made him realise one thing.
Ā Sorcerers exist to protect them, but who will protect sorcerers?Ā
Ā Young sorcerersā¦
Ā Like Haibaraā¦ back then.
Ā Nanami knew Gojo loved his students, and how Utahime was always strict with herās. Perhaps, if he returned, he could shield the innocence with them too. He could prevent them from living the way he did, and make sure people like Hachi lived the normal life they deserve.Ā
Ā With that thoughtā¦ Nanami finally made up his mindā¦
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āI will return,ā Nanami announced.
Ā It was another normal day at Jujutsu High. Gojo was teaching the new first years, Zenin Maki, Inumaki Toge and Panda. Nanami had waited till the class was over before approaching Gojo. Ā
Ā Gojo nodded, āAbout time!ā He was practically dancing around the moment he heard those words come out of Nanamiās mouth.Ā
Ā Soon after, Geto announced the Night Parade of 100 Demons. Talk about timing. He couldnāt find it in him to be against Getoās ideas however. He didnāt agree with the actions but his mindsetā¦ It was true, they wouldnāt have to fight if there had been no cursed energy ever. Ā
Ā But people like Hachi didnāt deserve to die for reasons they didnāt know existed. They were innocent, and they deserved freedom. In Nanamiās eyes, the problem has always been how the Higher-Ups handled things.
Ā If they didnāt rely on teenagers too muchā¦ Haibara would beā¦
Ā Well, no point thinking about it. It already happened.
Ā He had one thing on his mind as he was exorcising the curses.
Ā The people he was doing all this forā¦ To protect innocent people. But as he sees the teen girls that Geto had raised, a product of their environment. They were mistreated by non-sorcerers and it built a dislike for them in their hearts, who could blame them?Ā
Ā Nanami was busy exorcising cursed spirits, he knew what he had to protect. Just as the corner of his eyes caught a familiar shade of pink hair in a faraway spot.
Ā Hachi looked all confused as people were evacuating around her. It wasnāt her fault that she could not see any danger.Ā
Ā But why was she even here?Ā
Ā He ran over, slaughtering the curses in his way with ease. There he stood, in front of the confused woman, who then looked relieved when she saw him. Immediately, she ran over to him.
Ā āDo you know whatās happening?ā Hachi asked.Ā
Ā Nanami wasnāt sure what he could lie with. Was he supposed to say a terrorist attack?Ā
Ā āYou need to get out!ā Nanami ordered, dragging her away. He could see curses and there were none ahead of them. Curses running towards them, ready to attack Hachi.
Ā He had to guide her to safetyā¦ she was just a person. His calloused hand found her trembling fingers, holding her steady with the grip of reassurance. It was all he could give her as they ran. Once they reached a clearing, he let go. Panic washed over her face as she could no longer feel his soft grip.
Ā āAre you going back in?ā Hachi asked, grabbing onto his arm. āIsnāt it dangerous?āĀ
Ā Nanami shook his head, āI will be back, stay here.ā
Ā But they never saw each other again that night.
Ā Hachi went back to her normal lifeā¦ being around Nana and watching Blast slowly grow. She knew that one day, they would be able to rival Trapnest. Sure Hachi enjoys the music Trapnest puts out but Nana was a friend and she had to show her the fullest support.
Ā As for Nanami, he went back to protecting the people he could. The bright pink hair girl once again slipped his mindā¦
Ā Untilā¦
Ā Itadori Yuuji.Ā
Ā And a chance encounter that sent everything crashing downā¦
š¦ summary: in which fugo receives a strange letterā¦ supposedly from the past, from someone whos supposed to be dead
the first letter
the sent letter
š¦ warnings: nil
š¦ notes: i am locking in
Dear Pannacotta Fugo,
This isnāt funny. How would a letter from 2001 be sent to me? Is this a joke?
Scenerly,
Narancia Ghirga.
Fugo stared at it in shock and confusion.
What the fuck?
Was fate messing with him? He just had an argument with Giorno and now heās somehow exchanging letters with some random guy from the past? He sighed and made himself a shot of spritz. What should he do? Send another letter?
He figured that he could just put one letter in his mailbox and see how it goes. Maybe it would be magically sent. This was ridiculous.
Dear Narancia Ghirga.
It is spelled as Sincerely, not Scenerly.
If I am really from the future then I will tell you something about the past for you to take note.
There will be a car accident on our street tomorrow, for you. January 7th, 1991.
If it happens then I guess this isnāt a joke and this is somehow happening.
Sincerely,
Pannacotta Fugo
He had included the car accident to see if it was real. He had been through news reports of the accident when it happened, there hasnāt been a single article talking about the broken mailbox on the street that had to be replaced. If the letter had been delayed by a few days or a week, the chances of this being real would be high.
I actually do think we should discourage women from becoming housewives. Do not become financially dependent on a man. That's how a lot of women ended up dead over the years. A man gets violent suddenly and you have to choose between homelessness or potentially dying at his hand because you have an enormous gap in your resume and no degrees or certifications or anything that will help you pursue a career that will allow you to be financially independent. He owns your bank account. His name is probably the one on the car. Try and leave and he can report it stolen. Where will you go then?
i will hunt you down in every universe Ā°.*ą³ā§Ė.
š¦ category: angst, modern!au
š¦ characters: obanai, mitsuri,
š¦ summary: in which obanai and mitsuri get married, but mitsuri dies and obanai has to learn how to cope with it... it is not healthy
chapter 1
chapter 2
chapter 3
chapter 4
š¦ warnings: murder!
š¦ notes: he's gone off the rails
It took a while for Obanai to get used to the new world. He had to find the Obanai in this new world first, kill him and proceed with Mitsuri. He also had to learn every single detail of the other Obanaiās life.
He had followed his doppelganger for weeks. Every turn he took, every shop he went, all the timingsā¦ Obanai had to make sure that his research was precise, no stones left unturned. Of course there was one key aspect that he had found outā¦
The other Obanai was also married to Mitsuri, the lucky man he was.
Nowā¦ he just had to kill the other Obanai so he would be able to return to his Mitsuri. He had everything planned in his head and he had made sure that he wouldnāt be caught. He couldnāt be caught, not when all he wanted was just his Mitsuri back.
They were the right match and this was the only way.
The other Obanai was not good enough for his Mitsuri. Why would he ever decide to cheat on his beautiful Mitsuri with Kocho Kanae? It had always been Obanai and Mitsuri, Kanae and Sanemiā¦ Not Obanai and Kanae, Mitsuriā¦ and Sanemi.
Hence, late one night as the other Obanai was on his way home from work, Obanai made his move. He had ambushed the poor guy at an alley, dragged him into a dark corner. The poor guy, the moment he saw Obanaiās faceā¦
āHow?!ā He screamed, pure terror covered his face. His hands trembled with fear as Obanai held his knife up high.
The other Obanai simply could not process what was going on. It was never known to him that he could even have a twin. He was lucky that it had been a quick death, his heart was stabbed, twisted although the man died an instant death. His body was then bagged and taken to where Obanai had been hiding.
A tunnel under a bridge.
There, he had activated his remote. He had turned it into a watch, one press on the reset button and the portal to his home universe appeared. There, he threw the dead body of the other Obanai into it.
At last, it was complete. He put on everything the other Obanai had. Obanai had prepared a new suit to replace the bloodstained clothes. Once he finally put on his new mask, he headed back home.
Back to his Mitsuri.
āWhere is my fucking dinner?ā Mitsuri yelled as Obanai walked through the door.
His Mitsuriās face was one of anger, an emotion she never known to show. What was her problem?
āWe can cook it together!ā Obanai smiled.
One which Mitsuri did not return. That was weird, she always returned a smile. What has gotten into his One and Only?
Instead of being his gentle wife, she gave him a violent kick. Obanai kneeled on the floor, his knee in unimaginable pain. His mouth agape as he tried to process what the fuck just happened. How could his beloved Mitsuri do this to him? Since when did she learn such violence? This was impossible! It had to be a prank.
āCook it yourself! I canāt believe I married such a useless man!ā Mitsuri screamed.
Useless man? What? This had to be a joke. The confusion flooded his mind, Mitsuri would never! This had to be an imposter, a wolf who dressed up as his beloved. Nobody was allowed to tarnish Mitsuriās memory like that!
Nobody!
āWhat has gotten into you?ā Obanai snapped, rage taking over his mind. What was wrong with her? āWhy arenāt you being your usual self?ā
Mitsuri laughed, a laugh that could make one think they were in a psychiatric hospital. Her eyes was void of humour, only looking at Obanai with the most distasteful look she could master. Not a single ounce of love was underneath her expression. It was a face Obanai was unfamiliar with. In what world was this his Mitsuri?
āYou are not Mitsuri,ā Obanai spat. He slowly walked towards her, his shadow stalking behind her. The atmosphere took a morbid shift with each dreadful step, his anger and need for the right Mitsuri took over his mind.
This wasnāt right, but thankfully, he knew how to make it right.
āWhat are you doing?ā Mitsuri boomed, though there was a slight quiver in her tone.
With one step he took towards her, there's a step took to be away from him. Mitsuri leaned against the counter, her hands scrambling behind her, for a knife. It was a war. A fight to see whoās ideals were strongerā¦
And the victor wasā¦
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The sounds of the siren filled the silent road. Neighbours peeked out from their windows as curiosity filled their minds. The police car driving to the empty field ahead. Nothing noteworthy ever happened thereā¦ exceptā¦
The dead body of Iguro Obanai.
The officer standing before his body was Shinazugawa Sanemi.
A sigh escaped his lips as the body before him was photographed by the new forensic intern, Kocho Shinobu.
āThe stab woundsā¦ā Shinobu began. āWhoād do this?ā
Sanemi took a puff from his cigarette, āThatās my job.ā He said coldly, facing the sky and away from the corpse before him.
What a twisted fate they witnessed before themā¦ ever so terrifying.
With no family to plan the funeral for the now dead man, it was up to the government. But Sanemi intervened, deciding to raise the funds himself for the unfortunate man.
Nobody deserved to die unknown, forgotten, left behind like nothing. Everyoneās lives had meaning, impacting the people around. Nobody should just beā¦ thrown away. That was why Sanemi had decided to help this poor guyā¦
āThis is a tough case, isnāt it?ā Kanae commented one night, as Sanemi was looking through the case file under a weak nightlight.
She rested a hand on his shoulder, giving him a small pat of encouragement.
āI just canāt figure out who did itā¦ Thereās anger behind this murder, but why?ā Sanemi ranted in frustration, leaning back against the chair.
āGet some rest,ā Kanae answered. āHis burial is tomorrow. You should rest.ā
Sanemi could only follow what Kanae said.
The next morning, everyone headed for Obanaiās burialā¦
There he was, getting buried next to his loveā¦
Kanroji Mitsuri.
In the world he originally belonged. Yet a foreign body was being buried.
In the alternative reality, there laid Mitsuriās dead body. A crazed Obanai loomed over her, the bloodied knife in hand. In his mind, he hadnāt killed Mitsuri.
He killed an imposter.
A fake Mitsuri.
The hunt for the real one begins soon, in another universe, for his journey shall not end until it is complete.
š¦ summary: in which fugo receives a strange letterā¦ supposedly from the past, from someone whos supposed to be dead
the first letter
š¦ warnings: nil
š¦ notes: i have too many wips im doing rn SAVE ME
Ā Ā Fugo was stumped, one fight with Giorno and suddenly theyāre not talking anymore. What was his problem?Ā
Ā Ā Whatever, heās just going to leave it. Fugo wasnāt the best with emotions and he didnāt think he was in the wrong either. He just went to open the mail and headed back up to his apartment. As he made his way back into his apartment, he noticed a strange letter. It had his address, but it was addressed to nobody. The sender was someone named Narancia Ghirga, someone Fugo had no idea of.
Ā Ā He decided to open the letter anyway, once he locked his door and found his letter opener by the counter close to his door.Ā
Ā Ā The ink where the recipientās name was supposed to be had somehow been smudged by water, but the rest of the letter was in pristine condition. That was odd. That was not supposed to be possible.Ā
Ā Ā DearĀ ??
Ā Ā I am diply sorry. If this letter find you late, it's because I never had the guts to sent it.Ā
Ā Ā I want to see you in our s pot, I donāt know why I didnāt went. But I wanted to.
Ā Ā Scenerly,
Ā Ā Narancia Ghirga
Ā Ā Fugo stared at the letter, he didnāt know who the previous tenant was. He had rented this apartment from Giorno. Fugo never even met the guy. He decided to flip the letter aroundā¦
Ā Ā It was dated 1991, 10 years before his current day.
Ā Ā A letter 10 years late? What was going on?Ā
Ā Ā Ā Fugo looked up the name, Narancia Ghirga. Maybe he could contact whoever that was and let him know of the mistakeā¦
Ā Ā Narancia Ghirga, died in 1991ā¦
Ā Ā Fugo checked the letters once again, for a date. Narancia Ghirga died on April 6th, 1991. The letter was sent on January 6th, 1991.
Ā Ā It was January 6th, 2001.
Ā Ā The post office took 10 years to send one letter? That canāt be right.Ā
Ā Ā He decided to write a letter to the post office, letting them know of their mistake. It was just a short trip, something that didnāt take long. Yet, when he came back, there was a new letter in his mailbox. Addressed to him byā¦
