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𝔄𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔰
𝕂𝕠𝕣𝕚
Chapter - 3:
The Kori clan had always been a cult posing as a clan. Operating in the deep shadows of the jujutsu world, their existence was known only to corrupt higher-ups and the members sworn to their secrets. They practiced various rituals forbidden in the jujutsu world. Prohibited because they were used entirely for self-interest, which included aiding others only in exchange for something greater. A deep sense of superiority permeated the clan; after all, they held knowledge that most of society remained blind to. In order for the rituals to work, the clan needed an heir capable of absorbing negative energy. It was a hereditary trait, and only through such an heir could the rest of the clan achieve the ability themselves. Most members possessed weak and unstable absorption. They could perform simple rituals, but the more significant ones remained entirely out of reach. Even basic rituals demanded grueling effort and constant practice. None could compare to Hina and her younger twin brother, Hikaru; The heirs of the Kori clan in the modern era.
Rituals were not the only thing their absorption could accomplish. Birth of local curses could be suppressed, though it was nowhere near enough to combat the overwhelming number of curses in the world. It barely made a dent. Still, their absorption possessed a secondary, involuntary effect: they acted as emotional sponges, inadvertently soaking up the misery of those nearby and leaving them with a hollow, fleeting sense of peace.
For Hina and Hikaru, the ability came naturally.
Yet the gift was far from a blessing.
It was forbidden for a reason, wreaking havoc on both the mind and the body. Unless one could utilize the Reversed Cursed Technique, the ability was essentially a slow poison— and even then, it was a harrowing power to possess. Although absorption came with a healing factor, it was like a dimming light fighting against the wind; a constant struggle to endure the filth. Clan members had to go through it too. The only reason they survived it at all was because of their heirs. Not only did they gain power through them, but they also relied on them like a renewable source, their own negative energy continuously drawn in by the heirs like a vacuum. Once the inheritors died, however, the clan would not lose their abilities immediately. Instead, the accumulated negative energy would slowly consume them from within.
Agonizingly.
*** The Kori clan is governed by a strict triumvirate: the Executor, the Advisor, and the Overseer to ensure everything remains in order. They genuinely believe they will rule jujutsu society one day. Hina harbors a deep resentment toward their objective. Well, it doesn't really matter what grandeur they promise when it strips you of your rights, or of the things that make you feel human, reducing you to a mere source for others' gain. She tries her best to keep her brother from falling into their twisted ways.
Even though she possessed the hereditary technique and traits, she was never considered a candidate for heirship, simply because she was a woman. Hikaru met enough of their requirements for them to eagerly shape him into the future face of the clan. There was only one problem: Hikaru was weaker. Being twins only made things worse. In jujutsu society, twins were considered a bad omen—two souls dividing what should have been one. As a result, neither could ever reach their full potential. Because of this, it was initially proposed that Hikaru be executed. Their mother was the one who begged endlessly for her child's life to be spared, pleading a case to compromise and use them both for different purposes: Hina would act as the official powerhouse and heir, while Hikaru would handle the clan's operations from the underground.
Even so, growing up Hina and Hikaru didn't receive much of their mother's love. Yet, not even for a second did Hina truly blame her. Their mother had been forced into this life at a young age, her own years sacrificed for children who couldn't even relieve her of her pain. Ungrateful children. Hina had thought many times, "well she's a human too right? Or...?"
No human deserved something so cruel.
Abuse was not always direct violence: sometimes it was being forced to harm others. It could be handled by both: a human and a weapon. The only difference is that a weapon could not confess the sins it had witnessed nor speak of the atrocities it had committed, willingly or not. Complaining was not an option. It was a curse.
So what did that make her mother? A weapon, or a human? The answer was not clear. She only knew her mother deserved better.
Being a human is much nicer, though. That way, feelings are not a weight you must carry. As someone's tool, however, you must face whatever nature they wield to defend themselves with. Their true selves.
*** Actually there's more I wanted to reveal about Hina and her clan. But I decided it's not something I wanna tell in one go. This chapter was also supposed to have a second part, but I could not finish writing it yet. I don't wanna rush it and try to write my best. Thank you for your patience!
𝔄𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔰
𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥-𝕞𝕖-𝕟𝕠𝕥
Chapter- 2 :
Gojo had thought about it more times than he cared to admit. Human connection had always felt distant to him. Impossible, even.
The title of "the strongest" had been forced onto him long before he understood what it meant to be seen as a person. It was like an empty canvas stretched endlessly around him, with only himself at the center.
***
Gojo didn't care much about most things, but he wanted to thank Hina. It wasn't the first time she had protected him. He also knew she liked flowers.
The Kori and Gojo clans were friends on the surface, but at each other's throats in secrecy. Back when they were younger, Hina would come over often with her clan elders. She wasn't technically allowed to wander, but she was... insistent. Extremely so. The only reason she ever visited was to play around in the Gojo clan's massive garden.
Gojo would sometimes sneak peeks at her from around the corners. She'd pluck the flowers and tuck them into her hair. "What a weirdo..." he'd thought at the time. Because in his young mind, a person as perfect as him could never be such an oddball.
It had never caught his attention, what kind of flowers she specifically liked. Yet, he found himself buying a bouquet of forget-me-nots and white tulips. Why?
Oh well it looked like him.
A gift should be something that reminds the receiver who it came from, right? And who doesn't wanna think of the great Gojo Satoru?
Besides all that though, he genuinely hoped she would like his flowers. Although, he is giving them platonically, as a form of gratitude. Even so, this is the first time he's giving flowers to a girl.
***
Gojo always arrived at Jujutsu High earlier than the others. Luckily for him, Hina arrived right after. The first thing he did was approach her and extend the bouquet.
"...For you."
Hina looked taken aback. "Flowers? For me?" Her confusion didn't stand a chance against her lifelong weakness for flowers and pressing them into books. She hesitantly accepted the bouquet, her gaze drifting from the petals up to his face.
"Thank you... what's this for, anyway?"
She gave him a neutral face. Happy on the inside, yes, but she had a reputation to keep. Plus, it hit her that she was supposed to be annoyed at his antics.
"Eh, well... I wanted to thank you for protecting me," he said sheepishly.
The face Hina gave Gojo in the next moment was unforgettable.
Her happiness dissolved in a second. She eyed him like a strange biological specimen. Hina's head didn't just tilt; it recoiled. Her nose crinkled as if he'd suddenly started smelling like expired milk, and her upper lip pulled back in a look of pure, unadulterated judgment. She looked less like a grateful person and more like she'd just watched him eat a crayon.
"What is wrong with you? Why are you making that face? You look like you're trying to be romantic— it's gross. Don't tell me you let yourself get beaten just so I'll protect you every day? Are you some obsessed idiot who's after me?" Her face didn't change.
Gojo panicked and stumbled over his words, "W-what! No! What is wrong with YOU?! Why'd you even think that?"
"Well, who the hell likes getting beat up?! Especially a guy who thinks he is above everyone!" she yelled out.
"I have my reasons!" he shot back with the same energy.
They went back and forth like that for a while before he huffed, "Hmph, as if I'd ever date you anyway... you're not my type, y'know. Talk about having a huge ego...It's like bleghh" Gojo stuck out his tongue, mocking her.
"Well, duh! That better be it," she mumbled, clutching the bouquet a little tighter than necessary. "And don't you dare go around having a crush on me, either" "Yeah, yeah. noted!" He waved a hand dismissively, already looking bored; making Hina roll her eyes. Gojo pulled a bratty face before they both turned in opposite directions, each thinking the exact same thing: 'What a weirdo...'
*** Hiii! I hope y'all enjoyed chapter-2. Imma let you guys in on a small fact about these two: When Gojo first met her, he thought her hair smelled like soya sauce and that it's made of tomatoes. I know it's random but idk I felt like adding it. Byee!
Which do we want?
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.
