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Part four of evil geto
Gojo Drabble
Chapter 4.2 of "Drag Path"
Author's Note:
If you haven't read the former chapters, read it first.
This is part 2 of chapter 4.
Chapter 4.2: Mission
Back to his penthouse. Satoru sat on his chair, and read the files scattered on his desk.
No matter how many times he have read and memorized it, he still can't help but reread it again and again in hopes that the texts in it would magically change.
Down the Chronos Chamber is the Chronos Reactor.
After each time-travel mission, the reactor must refresh before it can be used again.
The refresh period determines the maximum duration a traveler may remain in the past.
For example, if the reactor requires a 72-hour refresh, the traveler must return within 72 hours or risk losing to the return window.
Every new leap year, the reactor experiences a phenomenon known as the Temporal Drift Anomaly.
That means, the required refresh time is unpredictable.
Scientists calculate it by analyzing the behavior of Chronium particles and fluctuations in the wormhole's quantum field.
This anomaly also affects the next three years until the next leap year occurs.
Year 1 (Leap Year): Random refresh period.
Year 2: Half of the previous year's refresh period.
Year 3: Half of Year 2
Year 4: Half of Year 3
The cycle just resets when the next leap year arrives.
Suppose that the year 2008 has 4 months refresh period. Then,
2008: 4 months
2009: 2 months
2010: 1 month
2011: 15 days
Meaning, you can time travel every 4 months in the year 2008, and you can every 2 months of 2009, and you can every 1 month of 2012, and you can every 15 days of 2011.
Another example, suppose that the reactor's refresh time during 2012, which is a leap year, becomes 40 years. Then,
2012: 40 years
2013: 20 years
2014: 10 years
2015: 5 years
Since every refresh period is far longer than a calendar year, the reactor cannot be used at all during those years.
Humanity simply has to wait until the next leap year to determine whether the anomaly produces a usable refresh period.
If you're dumb and still can't get it, it basically just means that it would be impossible to time travel since the refresh time needed by the reactor chamber to work, exceeds abundantly than the 365 or 366 years allotted to it.
You can't compress 5 years into 1 year alone. It's like compressing 1825 marbles into a jar that only fits 365 marbles.
And we don't want that to happen, don't we?
That would suck, better luck next leap year.
Everything.
Everything that Satoru was reading is more than enough to make a normal individual's head explode from exhaustion.
"Fuck my life."
Satoru sat on his office chair. Eyes staring at the door of his office.
A knock came before the knob twisted open, revealing the principal, Yaga.
Satoru didn't mind straightening his back from his lousy position. Nonetheless, he even continued turning his rotating chair left to right and right to left. Yaga just rolled his eyes at his unprofessionalism.
"Gojo."
Satoru lazily looked up at him as Yaga gave him a folder filled with multiple files.
Satoru grabbed it before straightening his back. He opened the folder and read the first file.
UPDATED TIMELINE:
1940 = 1 year
1944 = 4 years
1948 = 6 months
1952 = 12 days
1956 = 45 years
1960 = 60 years
1964 = 60 years
1968 = 1 year
1972 = 5 months
1976 = 1 year
1980 = 164 years
1984 = 70 years
1988 = 3 years
1992 = 7 months
1996 = 2 years
2000 = 57 years
2004 = 8 years
2008 = 4 months
2012 = 2 months
"You better be on your best condition next week," Yaga stated. "The next year's refresh time is not guaranteed."
Satoru didn't respond, he simply flipped onto the next page.
Temporal Resonance Signature.
A unique quantum state produced by a person's entire body and brain at a given moment.
The quantum computer together with the reactor will synchronize the wormhole to one specific person's quantum signature.
Once synchronized, changing to another person requires recalibrating the entire reactor.
The Chronos Reactor isn't calibrated to DNA alone, but also to consciousness. Once synchronized to a traveler, every quantum field inside the reactor resonates exclusively with that individual's temporal signature. Recalibration for another person would require dismantling the entire synchronization model.
Fuck me.
Satoru furrowed his brows at the second page. "I already know this." He looked at Yaga and gave it back to him.
Of course he already knows that, he never forgets, right?
The only information he needs is in the first file.
2012: 2 months
The moment he read those, he felt like he was in some kind of heaven. A huge relief fell onto him.
"It's for the readers."
"It's for the what?"
"Never mind." Yaga grabbed the files back and went out of his office.
The next week came in like a bliss.
Satoru had never been so nervous in his entire life. He never worries about presentations, lectures, nor any other thing.
Except for one thing,
himself.
"Ready, Satoru?" Suguru asked.
He came at 4 in the morning at his penthouse. For emotional support, maybe?
"I don't know." Satoru remained focused on eating his breakfast.
They sat on the dining table. Across each other.
"Nervous?"
Satoru didn't respond.
If only this was not something serious, Suguru would have teased and laughed at him.
"Remember your mission." Suguru reminded him.
"..I know," He muttered a bit hesitant.
As the first person to potentially travel in the past, he was given a mission.
The institute had proven that they can send atoms, microorganisms, mice and some other small animals, and have received data of it from the past.
But one question remains a theory,
Can a human survive?
Satoru will become the first human test. Once he came back at the designated time, the official missions will be given to him.
"Satoru, this is not a rescue mission."
Those words made Satoru stop from chewing.
As a certified philosopher, Suguru knows that good intentions doesn't guarantee good outcomes.
Though he firmly believes that they live in a fixed timeline, the possibility of changing history still exists. He worries that saving Y/N could cause something worse.
"I know that this future is painful to you, even I myself," Suguru continued. "But we know nothing about the one you're possibly trying to create."
Suguru isn't oblivious to the fact that his best friend is planning to change the fate of someone.
He is planning to change her fate.
This is the very reason as to why the institute is having second thoughts about Satoru. They fear that he might abandon the mission and stick to his own selfish plans.
They fear that it could cause a catastrophe, that he would cause a catastrophe.
Suguru has grieved. He still misses her, he still cries sometimes, but unlike Satoru, he has accepted the reality that people come and go.
"Missing someone isn't a reason to rewrite history. Satoru, you—"
"Stop it." Satoru intentionally dropped the spoon he was holding on his plate, making a loud noise. "You don't know what I'm feeling."
"You're trying to undo your grief."
Suguru believes that Satoru must eventually accept her death rather than to erase it. He can't escape from something that is bound to happen, it's useless. It'll just leave him even more hopeless.
"You and your fuckass beliefs." Satoru rolled his eyes at him and went up to wash the dishes.
Though they were best friends, they have different beliefs. Suguru believed that humanity should understand time. To treasure it as something precious.
A lot of people wants to travel back in time, yet they can't even respect and honor the time they have, so what gives them the audacity to do the same thing in the past?
"We're here." Suguru stated, looking at his wristwatch.
9:30 am
30 minutes early. Good.
Suguru gave his friend's back a gentle pat before gripping his shoulders firmly, offering a silent reassurance.
The grief didn't lose its grip on him, but at the same time, neither did acceptance feel as distant as it once had.
A part of him still clung desperately in hope, he wasn't ready to accept her death yet. But Satoru could no longer deny the fact that one day, he might have to.
The idea of letting her go no longer felt impossible..
..just unbearably difficult.
"I'm fucking ready."
Chapter 4. 1 of "Drag Path"
Author's Note:
If you haven't read the former chapters, read it first.
This is part 1 of chapter 4. It is divided into two posts since it's too long.
Chapter 4.1: Mission
Satoru sat alone in the silence of his own office. His eyes lingered on the calendar displayed at the corner of his desk.
Date Today: January 2, 2015
Yesterday, was a New Year. Heaven knows how much self-control Satoru had needed on that day to prevent launching himself together with a firecracker.
It's been four years.
Four fucking years had passed.
What went wrong?
If a person who is of a lower capability than him, could possibly only take at least three years to prepare them for a time travelling mission, then why can't he?
A person like him, was expected to finish the training for less than six months, but he got delayed, and delayed, and delayed, and delayed.
Six months to complete what others needed years to learn, and he can't do it.
Six months became one year,
One year became two,
Two became three,
And before he realized it, four years had slipped through his fingers.
So.. what went wrong?
His body's condition is normal. His body was healthy. It was perfect.
He was physically fit, has a good stamina, a healthy heart, a healthy lungs, a good vision, a good hearing, he is practically the perfect embodiment of a greek god.
His body was proven to survive and withstand exposure of the Chronos Chamber and the mission itself.
Every medical examinations he went through, he passed.
His cognitive abilities? That's not even a question anymore. There is no way he would never pass when it comes to intellect.
The way he thinks, learns, remembers, and solves problems where beyond everyone's expectations. There's no need to second guess.
He understands complex analogies, solves complex problems, recognizes anomalies quickly, and the list just goes on and on and on.
He has a good memory, so good that he had already memorized the thousands of documents dumped into them years ago. Maybe even better than the people who had written it.
It might be offending, but it's true. Jealous much?
The papers that was worth more than a three-year memorization was compressed into an unimaginably two-month journey.
Yes, he memorized it all. Word. By. Word.
Ask him, "In 1967, what is the coordinate number of the location of the blackhole that they've discovered?"
And he'll say, "Dumbass, it's a wormhole that they've discovered, and it's not in 1967. And to answer your question, it's Latitude: 35.6883 and Longitude: 139.6065."
He possessed everything they wanted and needed in a candidate. If anything, he exceeded every benchmark they had established.
Needless to say, he was physically, mentally, and emotio—
Oh.
Satoru seemed to forgot to take care of one thing.
Something that matters the most.
Being emotionally ready.
What would physical capability and intellect mean, if emotions get in the way?
In those four whole years of his life, he always passed everything, except for that one thing.
He fails it.
Every. Fucking. Time.
Whenever it was time for the neuroscientists to examine him emotionally, he doesn't get the result he was always hoping for.
It was devastating, soul crashing, even.
In those four whole years, he was deemed as emotionally unstable.
He can manage anything and everything, except for his very own emotions.
It seems like the greatest obstacle isn't the concept of time travel itself.
It was himself.
What was the point of possessing the perfect body if your emotions could make it betray you?
What was the point of understanding every fucking problem ever written if emotions like grief could make you ignore all of them?
What good was logic..
..if his heart refuses to cooperate with it?
Four years of repeatedly trying and convincing himself that the next assessment would be different, and still,
"You're still not ready."
Those words haunted him more than he wanted to admit. He hated hearing them, because it was so fucking true.
Being emotionally unstable is not necessarily, legally bad. It's a human response that can happen under intense stress, trauma, grief, fear, exhaustion, basically anything negative. Humans are prone to those afterall.
The problem is that, even if someone like Satoru, who is physically fit and highly intelligent, overwhelming emotions can interfere with their ability to use those strengths effectively.
Though, he has no recorded case of such things happening, the Neuroscience Wing, can't take such risks. He needs to be perfect in all aspects.
Four years, and the Neuroscience Wing, is the farthest he went under the basement. There was only one level left, before he reaches the very bottom.
So close, yet so far.
He may have the body and mind to accomplish almost anything, but strong emotions such us grief can still undermine him in ways that no amount of training can fully prevent.
Four years and he still can't move on, as if he was still on that day. That's a tragedy for Satoru.
A person can understand exactly what's happening to them and still suffer through it. Afterall, knowledge is not the same as immunity.
The others might think that he is already perfect, but what is the value of perfection if the one thing that makes you human can still bring you to your knees?
Satoru was the perfect candidate, but apparently, not now.
"-toru. Hey."
"Satoru."
"Satoru!"
He was suddenly pulled back to reality with the sound of his name. He looked at Suguru.
"You'r spacing out."
Satoru ran a hand through his hair before sighing deeply, "Yeah, sorry."
"It's 7:34 already. The kids are waiting." Suguru looked at him with a frown. "You're 34 minutes late."
"Yeah, yeah. I know." He slowly stood up as his swivel chair rolled back. He brought two whiteboard markers with him and a few textbooks before going out of his office.
The institute knew that they can't force Satoru to be emotionally ready. It takes time. That's why they offered a solution,
to be one of the teachers of Kosei Academy.
They believe that it would help him get out of the state he is in. He just started a year ago.
And I kid you not, when rumors spread that he would be one of the lecturers of the said academy, the number of applicants quadrupled. Some parents even offered a huge amount of money just so their children could get in, fortunately, the academy does not accept bribery.
As they should. Fuck corrupt people.
The wooden classroom door swung open with enough force to make everyone inside jump from their chair.
Professor Gojo walked in without glancing at the crowded room. The door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang, the sound echoing against the walls of the classroom.
Tall and impossibly composed, he carried himself with an effortless confidence that bordered on arrogance. His snow-white hair looked as untamed as ever, stubborn strands falling over his forehead as if they refused to obey gravity itself. Beneath long, pale lashes, rested a pair of striking cerulean-blue eyes.
It was more than enough to make anyone feel as if they were being dissected at the very place they were in.
It was almost unfair, really.
The university had somehow managed to hire a professor who looked more like he'd walked straight out of a fashion magazine than a faculty office.
If not for his uniform suit that he is wearing and the stack of Physics books tucked beneath his arm, anyone would have mistaken him for a model who had accidentally wandered into the wrong building.
Naturally, the students' attention followed him the moment he entered.
That's right kids, pay attention to his perfection.
The students instinctively stood up from their seats.
He barely acknowledged them.
With a lazy flick of his wrist, Satoru motioned them to sit down while making his way to the desk at the center, and sat on top of it.
"Alright," he said flatly. "Open your Physics textbooks to page 345."
The rustling of pages immediately filled the room.
"We'll be having a fifty-item quiz after today's discussion."
Multiple groans could be heard across the room.
"No multiple choice, as usual." He looked at their faces one-by-one, making him smirk mentally.
Is he a sadist?
Or maybe that was just his way of coping.
"Twenty-minute time limit." He rested both of his palms on the edge of the desk behind him, leaning back effortlessly. "So unless you're interested in failing, I'd suggest paying attention."
Silence.
Not a single student dared to complain.
Good.
As prestigious as this academy is, surviving Professor Gojo's classes, felt less like earning a degree and more like volunteering for psychological warfare.
Those students better ask Suguru to teach them reverse psychology.
It would probably be their one and only chance at convincing Satoru that a fifty-item quiz with no choices and a limit of a quickie, were a terrible terrible idea.
Not that it would work.
If anything, Satoru would hear their complaints and bump the quiz up to a hundred questions out of pure spite.
Damn, those students who weren't able to study here in this university, specifically in his lecture, better be thanking the academy itself for rejecting them.
Indeed, attending some crappy university might bruise their pride a little, but atleast they wouldn't have to survive one heck of a test and an instructor who somehow looked personally offended whenever someone scored below a perfect score.
Poor kids..
But then again, maybe he was the poorer one.
He had to grade all of those papers afterwards.
"Hey, professor.." a flirtatious voice came from the doorway.
Now, who the fuck is this fucking weirdo, one long thick fucking hair braid were infront of her fucking face.
Seriously, who styles their hair like that?
The woman went inside his office. Heels clicked loudly with each step. She placed her elbows on his desk, leaning forward in him.
"You free this evening?"
No thanks, he prefers Y/N's unruly hair over your fuckass braids.
Satoru paid her no mind and kept checking his students' worksheets.
She waited for his response but didn't get any.
She reached over and rested a hand on his right shoulder, kneading it, rather intimately. Ugh..
"Fuck off." He swatted her hand off of him. "Did I gave you permission to go inside my office?"
Yeah, who gave her the right? She didn't even knock.
..Then again, why hadn't he locked the damn door?!
"Hmm, feisty. I like that." She smiled at him, alluringly.
Satoru slammed the test papers in his table. He stood up and went near his office door.
"Out." His expression remained flat as he opened the door. The latter just smirked at him.
"Make me." She sat on his chair.
Good heavens, he has been thinking of having an early out since morning, but it seems like he's going to work longer than he intended to.
"Don't make me come near you." He warned, the grip on the door handle tightened.
"Oh, you can come near me."
Okay that's it. Satoru quickly drew closer to her, his left hand harshly grabbed her front braid, dragging her with him, and yanked her out of the office.
"Sato—"
Bam!
Satoru slammed the door close, and locked it.
"Hey!" She shouted, pounding on the door several times as she twists the knob.
When no response came from inside, she clicked her tongue in annoyance as she muttered curses under her breath, and stormed back toward her own office.
Serves you right, hmph!
"These bitches can't get ahold of themselves." He muttered under his breath, like he already experienced this shit multiple times.. in which he did does.
He kept on checking his students' worksheets.
Some of them got 15,
Some of them got 29,
One of them got 31.
None of them got 50.
He sighed.
But there was this one student that stood out of the rest..
2/50, Yuji Itadori
Satoru sighed more. That kid had never gotten atleast a two digit score in all the past quizzes he had given them.
Maybe he's a student athlete and just got here because of having a talent in sports.
Wait, since when did the university even accepted student athletes?
Whatever, doesn't matter if Yuji failed or not. Satoru would still make remedial tests for the students who didn't get passing scores. Aw, how thoughtful.
As Satoru was making another 50-item test to make his students suffer, a knock from the door came.
"Come in."
"Satoru, it's locked."
Right, he forgot about that. Trauma response, they say.
He went up from his seat and opened the door for Suguru.
"Yo."
"Sup, how are you doing?" Suguru went in and sat on the chair infront of Satoru's desk. The latter went into his office chair.
"Good." Satoru responded, dryly.
"You seem dry."
"I do?"
Suguru didn't ask him anymore. He just stared at his friend, checking the piles of test papers.
"You're giving them a hard time."
"They're, giving me a hard time." Satoru emphasized the first word and looked at Suguru for a brief moment before his eyes went back down to the papers he's grading.
It was unclear to Suguru if he was talking about the students or the government.
Maybe both, but he chose not to ask him anyways.
Just like Satoru, he was also a professor at the academy. He teaches both psychology and law.
But unlike Satoru, he was ready in all aspects. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. He can do the mission.
That only problem is..
He chose not to go.
Satoru mentally thanked Suguru for not going. It was selfish of him, really.
If Suguru agreed, then Satoru will probably not be able to go for years, or even decades, possibly.. never.
You see, the reactor stores 900 petabytes of biological data, millions of neural scans, and every organ's resonance frequency.
That is for one person alone.
The quantum computers located at the 3rd level of the basement, spends years solving equations just for one human alone. It can't compute multiple individuals at the same time, one at a time only.
When calibration reaches 100%, it cannot simply switch.
Doing so, erases the solution and starts all over again. This would take even more years, decades even, as it needs to rest because of the toll it took for computing non-stop for years.
Four years ago, the both of them finished their first month of training. The department chose a bold decision to take Satoru's data into the machine, for they are confident enough that he would be the one to pass everything.
Six months came, Satoru was not yet ready.
Emotionally unready. That's what the scientists' reports says. That's fine, the quantum computer is not yet finished computing anyways.
They gave them another six months, but in their demise, another failure. Okay, that's still fine, it's not yet done computing.
This time, they tried Suguru,
he passed.
He was physically, mentally, and emotionally ready.
Unfortunately, the institute chose to compute Satoru's data. It made them regret it a little. But it doesn't hurt to hope a little bit more since the computers' ain't yet done computing.
They should've just chosen Suguru. Fuck themselves for thinking so lowly of him.
Oh, so basically whether Suguru choose to go or not, he still can't afterall.
He have no choice. They gave him no choice. Fuckass government.
Now four years have passed, the quantum computer has finished computing everything.
The only problem is, Satoru.
"Fucking finally done." Satoru sighed, leaning his back on the chair as he rubbed his temples.
Suguru lifted up his head from the book he is reading. He didn't leave the chair he had been sitting on since he came inside Satoru's office.
"Good. Let's get some coffee." Suguru said as he closed the book he was reading.
They stood up from their seats and walked out of the room.
"You must be mad." Satoru muttered out of the blue as they were strolling around the streets.
"For what?" Suguru can't help but furrow his brows in confusion, looking at Satoru on his side.
"I get to go, and you can't."
Suguru stopped for a moment, which made Satoru stop too.
"What made you think of something like that?"
"Nothing."
Satoru feels bad for his friend, but he would feel even more bad if he is not the one who'll go.
What a selfish prick.
They went on their tracks before Satoru continued, "I know you liked her."
It made Suguru look at him while raising his eyebrows. His hand remained on the handle of the coffee shop they're about to go in.
Suguru just looked at him without uttering any word. He opened the door, and went inside as Satoru followed.
"American Latte." Suguru looked at Satoru for his order.
"Bubble tea. 200% sugar."
The fuck, this late at night?
Does 200% sugar even exist? Well, from now on it is. The girl at the cashier would certainly make an exemption for the Gojo Satoru.
Suguru looked at him with disgust. Although he knew how much of a sweet tooth his friend is, he still can't get used to it.
They went and find a seat, waiting for their order.
"This brings back memories." Satoru said as he looked around, as Suguru agreed.
It does bring back memories. This was the coffee shop that the trio were always at after school hours have finished.
The only difference now is that there was one spot left for someone.
The trio became a duo. In the future, the duo might soon be a single man alone.
Their order came and thanked the waiter.
"Seriously, Suguru," Satoru started, the slurping sounds from his straw sounded a little bit louder than it should. "Don't you wanna go?"
"It's not like a have a choice."
"But do you?"
Suguru can't really answer him.
Truth to be told, he doesn't want to. He believes that changing the past is fundamentally unethical.
From his perspective, the timeline belongs to everyone, not just one person alone.
Every person alive today exists because history unfolded exactly as it did. If we change that history, who are we deciding who deserves to exist?
"You know, you better get your shit together. Time is ticking." Suguru responded, completely avoiding his question.
"I know." He slurped the one last tapioca pearl in his drink.
A person who is assigned on this mission better be preparing themselves.
Satoru better be preparing himself. He'll be tested again next week.
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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Getou Suguru/You, Getou Suguru/Reader, Gojo Satoru & Reader, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru & Hasaba Mimiko & Hasaba Nanako, Getou Suguru & Miguel Oduol, Getou Suguru & Ieiri Shoko Characters: Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko, Miguel Oduol, Yaga Masamichi, Hasaba Nanako, Hasaba Mimiko, Jujutsu Society Higher-Ups (Jujutsu Kaisen), Mei Mei (Jujutsu Kaisen), Nanami Kento, Iori Utahime, Ijichi Kiyotaka Additional Tags: Strippers & Strip Clubs, Kidnapping, Undercover Missions, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Parental Getou Suguru, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Assassination, forced therapy, Forced Medication, Female Character of Color, Black Female Reader-Insert, Female Reader-Insert, Rehabilitation, Wet Dream, African Folklore, Orishas - Freeform Summary:
Suguru Geto has lived for ten years as a powerful cult leader. He turned his back on Jujutsu Society and made it his mission to make the world full of sorcerers only. However he is sucked back into Jujutsu society, when the family he created is fractured because he is blamed for sorcerer and non-sorcerer girls going missing in Japan. Now one of his one of his twin daughters goes missing and he has to trust the same people he betrayed and a new face to find his daughter and gain stability again.
Day 4 of trying to convince you to read my jjk time travel fanfic entitled,
"Drag Path"
Summary:
You died, but whose fault is that? Satoru would do everything to rewrite the history as long as you get to live in it. Even if it means travelling back in time, completely defying all the laws of physics.
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Tell me nothing will ever change
Satosugu’s first meeting during their 10 years apart.
Suguru x Satoru
TW: Angst, Dark Themes, Sexual Content (Minors DNI)
“Tell me why you’re here, Satoru.” Geto said from his seat a few feet away. “If you’re here to kill me, go ahead. If not, get on with the point.”
Satoru Gojo stood in awe of the masterpiece of a man before him. After so long apart, being near him; his one and only, was making his palms sweat. His mind was juggling the feelings of sadness and joy upon seeing him alive and well and…without him.
“I know they’ve sent you to kill me. Why have you not done so, huh?” Suguru asked. Silence was all that was reciprocated by the white haired man standing feet away. “If you’re not going to speak, I’ll leave.”
“No!” Satoru spoke immediately, desperation dripping from his voice. “Please. Ok.” He took a breath. “Yes, they’ve sent me to kill you. You fucking killed people, Suguru. Of course they want you dead.”
Suguru stood. “Do it then.” He walked closer to Satoru. “I won’t fight you. Kill me.”
“No.” Satoru looked away.
“Why not?” Geto pushed.
The two men were inches apart now.
“Tell. Me. Why.” Suguru said once more when again, no response came.
“That’s not….thats not why I’m here.” Gojo admitted.
Suguru’s laughter filled the room. “Oh? Then why are you here?”
Finally, their eyes met: blue and filled with desperation, violet and filled with rage.
“I came because-“ the white haired man smiled slightly, though there was years worth of sadness behind it. “Because I saw you today, and…” he choked up, the lump in his throat felt impossible to swallow.
“And?” Geto’s voice was different now: like his old voice. It was comforting and soft and made the other man want to wrap himself in it and never come out of the comfort it provided.
“And- fuck, Suguru.” Tears began to well in his sad blue eyes. “I fucking miss you. I miss you so much all the time and when I saw you, it was like-like I couldn’t breathe. It was like you were too close and too far away at the same time and I just couldn’t fight it anymore.”
Suguru watched a tear fall and stream down the cheek of the man he loved as he took in the honesty of what was being admitted.
“Is it like that for you too? Or am I pathetic?” Satoru asked.
Without thinking, because if he did he would have stopped himself, Suguru reached out to swipe the tear from Satoru’s cheek. He flinched at the contact, but then pushed his cheek into Geto’s hand.
“It’s like that for me too.” Suguru told him softly. “All the time.”
Satoru’s head lifted to meet the eyes of the person he loved most in the world, and for the first time in such a long time, he saw his own feelings reflected there.
“Can I touch you? Please.” The voice of ‘the strongest’ was weak in this moment, but it didn’t matter. Not right now.
In reply, Suguru stepped forward and folded their bodies into one. Satoru let out a shaky sigh of relief as his arms wrapped around the other man’s strong and able body. He nuzzled his face into long dark hair as he took in the feelings of safety and warmth.
“I’ve missed you.” Suguru breathed as his arms tightened around Gojo’s waist.
Satoru stood completely content for such a blissful moment before the happy thoughts became jumbled with those of sadness, bitterness, and anger.
“Why’d you do this? We could have been happy.” His words were angry, but his tone remained soft.
Suguru rubbed his hands up and down the other man’s back. “I know. I’m sorry.” He tilted Satoru’s head so they were face to face with their noses brushing.
“Sorry’s not enough.” Satoru cried. “I need you, and you’re not here.”
“ ‘M right here.” He pressed a kiss to soft pink lips. This was the first kiss the two had shared in years, yet it came so naturally as if the last time had been yesterday. “I’m here, Toru. Ok?”
“But you’re going to leave again. You’ll go away and things will go back to how they’ve been. It’s unbearable.”
“I know.” One of Geto’s hands moved to cradle the back Gojo’s head.
Satoru’s knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the only man he’s ever loved. “Please, Sugu. Please don’t let me go.”
“I’ve got you.” Soft words were whispered into white hair as they stood enveloped in the warmth of each other.
“How do you live with it?” Satoru asked after a moment.
“With what? The killing?” Suguru asked.
“Leaving me.” Satoru’s voice was hollow. “I couldn’t have done it to you.”
“Are you implying my love for you is less than yours is for me?” The dark man’s tone was steady, but there was fire in his eyes at the implication.
“Is it?” The white haired sorcerer’s question penetrated the room.
Suguru let go of Satoru and turned his back to his lover.
“No.” He said. “In fact, it may be greater.”
“Oh? And how do you figure? Abandonment is love now?” Toru’s voice was raised now by the rage that filtered through him.
“I don’t see it as abandoning you. Don’t you get it?” Purple eyes traveled over the face of his best friend. “This is something I’m doing for you, not to you.”
Satoru scoffed. “Well I don’t want it! I don’t want you to do anything for me if it means you leaving again. Stay with me. Be happy with me.”
Suguru closed their distance once more. He pulled the white haired man close by the back of his head. “Come with me then. I’ll make you so happy, Baby. You’ll be safe with me. We can do anything if we do it together. You know we can. We’re the strongest.”
His voice was so sweet, his words so tempting.
Wetness gathered along white lashes. “I can’t.” He sobbed. “You can’t do this, Sugu, please!”
“See?” Geto’s hands were removed from the other man’s body. Satoru reached for him, but he tuned away. “It is you who abandoned me. I never wanted to leave you behind.”
Satoru tried again to pull Suguru back into his arms, but again, the dark haired man rejected his advances.
“Suguru. Don’t.” Satoru was clearly distraught.
“If you want me to stop, then follow your orders!” Geto erupted. “ If you want this to be over, then kill me, and it will be over!”
Satoru stared at the other half of his heart and soul as realization hit: this was over. The way things were, the plans they made together when they were only two lost kids finding themselves in each other, the purity of their love. It all ended right here in this room. Whatever would remain between the two would be tainted now by the crimes of Satoru Gojo’s lover and the sins he himself committed by loving him still.
“I can’t!” Satoru yelled back. “You know I can’t.” He said softer.
The crease between Suguru’s brows disappeared.
“Why?” He asked.
“You know why.” Gojo replied.
“Say it.”
“Because I love you.” Satoru sighed. “Always. No matter what you do, I am at your feet. Killing you would mean killing myself in the process.”
Suguru stepped towards the other man again. “Prove it.”
“What do you mean?” Gojo had a hand pressed to his head.
“Prove to me that your feelings haven’t changed. Prove that you still love me the same even though I’m now stained red.”
Satoru’s eyes rose to meet Suguru’s as he dropped to his knees in front of the love of his life.
“I’m at your feet, Suguru. I don’t care what you’ve done. I should, but I don’t. I would take on your sins as my own if it meant you were blameless. I love you. I loved you then, and I love you now. Nothing has changed.”
Suguru pressed his palm to Satoru’s cheek lovingly. “So loyal.” He praised.
“Only to you.” Satoru clarified.
“Yes. Do you know why that is?” Suguru asked as he stroked his lover’s face.
“Why?”
“Because you are mine. You belong to me. You may be labeled ‘the strongest’, but you are weak for me. Aren’t you, Pup?”
Satoru rubbed his face into the robes adorning Geto’s body.
“Yes.” He answered as Suguru’s hand reached down to pet over white hair.
“Do you want me to remind you of just how weak you really are?” Two fingers lifted Satoru’s chin to meet Violet eyes.
“Yes.” Satoru moaned at the feeling of Suguru’s growing dick through his clothing.
“Then show me. Show me how badly you want me.”
Satoru wasted no time. Immediately he stood, lifting Suguru with him. Their mouths collided sloppily as tongues tangled and teeth clashed in their attempt to fuse themselves as one. Suguru reached between them to pull at Satoru’s clothing. “Off!” He moaned.
Satoru set Suguru on his feet before ripping off his own clothes, and then his lover’s.
“So eager.” Suguru teased as Satoru’s mouth found his again.
“Need you so bad.” Gojo groaned as the black haired man pumped his growing erection in his hand.
“You have me.” Suguru reminded him. “I’m right here. Tell me what you need.”
“Need you inside me.” He cried.
“Already, Toru?” Suguru teased him. “What about foreplay?”
“Don’t fucking care. It’s been so long. I just want you.” Gojo clawed desperately at the other man’s hand that was still stroking him. “Please? I don’t want to cum like that. Want you inside.”
Purple eyes softened towards his lover. “Ok. Need you to get on your knees for me first.”
Satoru opened his mouth to argue, but his other half cut him off. “I know you want me now, Toru, but I need you to get my cock wet if it’s going inside you.”
Satoru lowered himself to his knees once more before swallowing Suguru’s cock whole. He gagged around the length as it slid into his throat, but he continued nonetheless. One hand reached up feeling his way over the long haired man’s beautiful, chiseled body to his equally beautiful face. Suguru’s mouth opened allowing two fingers inside. Gojo pulled his mouth from the red swollen dick before licking the tip to taste the salty pre cum.
“Get up.” Suguru groaned, pulled the fingers from his throat once he was satisfied with the amount of spit coating his cock, and pointed. “Over there.” He was motioning to a desk in the corner of the room.
Satoru leaned himself over it, sticking his ass up in the air. Suguru’s body pressed against him.
“Have you let anyone else do this to you, Toru?” A sultry voice whispered.
“No. Only you.” A strained voice answered.
“No one has gone near this hole since me?”
“No. No one.” Satoru confirmed.
“You’re going to be so tight.” Suguru said as he rubbed two fingers over his lover’s hole.
“Don’t care.” Satoru whined.
“You need me that badly, don’t you? So bad that you don’t even want me to stretch you first. You’re just going to take my cock right away.”
“Pleaseeee.” Gojo’s back arched painfully as he pressed himself further into Suguru’s pelvis.
“It’s going to hurt.” Suguru warned as he lined himself up.
“I don’t care! Just put it in alr- OH MY GOD!” The white haired man screamed as he was impaled on his lover’s dick.
“That’s right, Toru.” Suguru sung as he began slow, but hard thrusts. “I’m your god, baby. ‘The strongest’ to everyone else, but I. Make. You. Weak.”
Satoru scrambled for something to hold onto, eventually finding the edge of the desk as he gripped it, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy and pain from the feeling of finally being filled once again.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Gojo mumbled as he was bounced on and off of the dick that was rearranging his guts from the inside.
“How do you feel, Baby?” Geto asked softly as he rubbed up and down the arch of his lover’s back.
“So fucking full. Thank you. Fuck. Thank you.” He rambled.
Suddenly, Suguru pulled out. Satoru was about to whine from the loss, but quickly, he was flipped onto his back. Geto pushed his knees up and re entered him to continue his strokes.
The white haired man threw his head back in pleasure when Suguru wrapped his hand around his neglected dick resting against his stomach.
“Nobody else gets to see this, Satoru. Only me. Nobody else gets to feel this.” Suguru blinked tears away as he looked down at the man before him.
Satoru knew he wasn’t referring to sex just now. ‘Nobody else gets to see this’ meant no one else got to see the strongest be weak and vulnerable. ‘No one else gets to feel this’ meant no one else would ever have the privilege of being loved by him. No one else would feel what the two felt for each other.
“I’m yours.” Satoru responded. ‘I love you. Your heart is safe with me.’
Suguru lowered himself on top of the man underneath him so that their bodies were now pressed together as his hips connected with Gojo’s ass. The white haired man pulled long black hair away from the face it belonged to so he could see the face of the man giving him pleasure. His other hand stroked the ‘X’ scar he had gotten from Toji so many years ago.
“Up here.” Suguru redirected blue eyes from his scar to his face. ‘I’m alive. I’m here with you. Everything is ok.’
Satoru pulled him into a gentle kiss.
“I’m close.” Suguru groaned. “Let me go so I can help you. Want to cum together.’
Satoru’s hold on Suguru loosened so that he could reach between them to stroke Satoru’s cock once more.
“Fuck!” Satoru cried out.
“I know. I’m about to cum, Toru.” He warned.
“Inside! Please!” Satoru begged.
Suguru pushed deep inside of Satoru’s hole as thick spurts of cum flooded his insides.
“Cumming!” Satoru said as he also reached his climax.
Suguru slowly pulled out before collapsing on top of the desk beside his man. “It’s been too long.” He mused as he ran the backs of his knuckles over Satoru’s sweaty, red face.
Satoru turned his face so he could see Suguru more clearly. “It can’t be that long again.” ‘Please don’t make me live without you again.’
“If we wait this long again, I may not be able to squeeze inside you.” ‘I won’t. I promise.’
Satoru reached over and held Suguru’s hand that lay on the desk between their faces.
“I love you. All of you.” He whispered. “There is nothing you can do to make me stop.”
Suguru smiled softly. “Good. Don’t stop.”
The two lay there, chests heaving, and basking in the love that existed between them.
“I don’t want you to go.” Satoru said.
“Toru, I-“ Gojo held up a hand.
“I don’t want you to go, but it’s ok that you will. I’ll find you.” He said.
“Oh, will you?” Suguru smirked.
“Every time.” Gojo confirmed.
“And what if I don’t want to be found?” Geto raised an eyebrow.
“Then I’ll have to remind you of why you actually do.” Satoru’s fingers stroked over Suguru’s.
“And why is that?”
“Because I’m your home.” He answered.
“And you’re ok with aiding and abetting?” Sugu teased.
“I’d serve your sentence.” Satoru said honestly. “You’re not stained like you said. You may be coated in red, but I’ll wash it white again.” He promised.
Purple eyes closed at the words. “I may hold you to it.” He warned.
“Go ahead. ‘The strongest’ is your humble servant.”
“I don’t like that they call you that.” The dark haired man said.
“Jealous?” Gojo grinned.
“No.” Suguru’s eyes rolled.
“Then why not?”
“Because of what it implies. Everything shouldn’t fall on your shoulders, Toru. You need help too. That’s what my new world would be for. You shouldn’t be used, Baby. You’re one person and they treat you like you’re ten.” Suguru said quietly.
Satoru paused as he took in the words.
“I’ll wash you clean.” He repeated. “And you can be my safe place to land.”
Suguru smiled before leaning over and kissing his pink lips.
“So this is going to be a recurring thing?” He asked, eyes drifting between them.
“I think so.” Satoru agreed.
“Good. I can’t go years without you again. I won’t make it.” The honesty coming from Suguru was surprising.
“You don’t have to.” Satoru assured him.
“Satoru?” Suguru’s voice sounded small and very unlike himself.
“Yeah?”
“Would you stay with me? Just for the night.”
Satoru thought for a moment before he finally answered. “Just for tonight.”
