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With a heavy, annoyed sigh, Megumi taps his right foot against the floor of the lift. Impatiently, he looks up to the moving number as the contraption to bring him to the fifth floor. He is currently inside one of Tokyo’s largest malls, one that's more on the expensive and exclusive sides. Wearing a simple fashioned short sleeved black t-shirt -which shows a generous amount of his unblemished, honeyed neck and collarbone-, double studded belts, ripped denim jeans and a black choker-like necklace, he knows he’s turning head as he walks out of the lift.
His attire feels a bit out of place with the other visitors’ suits, shirts and other proper clothes, but there’s no doubt in their mind that the things he’s wearing now are just as expensive, if not more, than their own. This is not his usual style, properly buttoned shirts with accessories or plain oversized sweatshirts is his usual to go for a place like this, but he has no time to change as the urgency of the situation calls for it. It’s just within his luck that he’s meeting up with Kugisaki and Itadori nearby. It doesn’t take him five minutes to reach here.
The outfit actually doesn’t look bad on him, especially since he’s here with the aim to win.
Why this mall is so big, Megumi thinks with annoyance. His black sneakers with grayish abstract pattern echo against the marble tiles as he goes past rows of shining shops that house famous brands all over Japan and the world. He makes haste when he finally sees the lightened nameplate of a restaurant he’s looking for. Even though it’s within a mall building, the restaurant gives off a private vibe as it has proper walls and all, shielding the customers from the outside view. A host is standing sharp and tidy in front of its traditional sliding door.
“Do you have a reservation, Sir?” The attendant politely inquires.
“No. I need to see someone inside this restaurant.” Megumi replies.
“I’m sorry, but you can’t go in without reservation.” The waiter shakes his head in a negative. The host also pointedly looks up and down on his rather brazen attire, unfit for the mood or atmosphere of the restaurant. “Or without proper attire in the establishment.”
Megumi is kind of irked with the arrogance, but he pays him no mind. He lifts out his right hand where a silver bracelet with a specifically shaped pendant is hanging idly on it.
“Megumi. The pass is divine dogs. You can check it out with your boss.” He says coolly.
The waiter openly stares at him dubiously now, as if he’s an insane looking kid.
“Do it or you’ll regret it. I don’t have much time.” The young heir orders. It’s partly his fault to go out without his usual attendants, but the attitude of this person is starting to piss him off. Very judgmental for someone who only works here and he needs to get in fast.
With obvious reluctance, the rather young man calls for his manager on the intercom.
A minute later, Megumi is already in the traditional Japanese restaurant. Due to its prestige and market target, they rent two floors of this side of the mall and customized it properly. He looks around the first floor, where it’s more of an open space with numerous tables on tatami, but still unable to find his target. The young heir is about to ask a random waitress when he sees an official-looking waiter, with a different color of kimono than the rest, is currently walking fast to him.
“Megumi-sama, I apologize for my man’s rude behavior. He’s new and doesn’t know the protocol.” The manager bows deeply in front of him.
He waves him off. “It’s okay, I’m sorry for barging in like this too. Where is Gojo?” He asks as he looks around once more to recheck.
“Gojo?” The middle-aged manager looks up to him questioningly.
“Tall man with white hair. He also wears dark-tinted glasses.” Megumi describes. “Or any reservation under the name of Sugutsune Hina.”
“Please wait, Megumi-sama.” The manager bows and quickly gestures to one of his waitresses to check.
“We can’t find any reservation under the name of Gojo, but there is a reservation for Sugutsune-sama...” The attendants inform them and look at her boss hesitantly. She is one of their esteemed customers and their guests' privacy is important with their expensive rate. The manager immediately nods like a broken toy with a failed attempt of a wink to signal her, in which she continues, “They’re in the second floor, room Peony.”
“Please take me there.” Megumi requests.
“Of course, Megumi-sama.” The manager bows once again with a pleasant smile. “You, guide him.” He chooses the same girl who exposes the information.
She nods, still hesitant but obedient. “Please follow me, Megumi-sama.”
“Thank you.” He thanks the manager who only bow once again. “It’s our pleasure, Megumi-sama.”
They ascend the stairs and turn to the right. He disinterestedly looks at the rows upon rows of closed sliding doors with vague sounds of conversation inside.
Soon, she stops in front of a beautiful looking closed room. Quite vast with how it’s positioned on the back, therefore providing the best privacy and space.
“We’re here, Megumi-sama.” She repeats the name she’s just learnt respectfully. She doesn’t know who this young man is, but looking at her manager’s attitude, he must be an heir of a famous clan or among the line of very rich and influential families. Influential enough, that his identity can be confirmed with just a name and a passcode that always changes every week. She also saw the glinting pendant on his right wrist. An insignia of sorts, so probably he comes from a prestigious clan, whose power is very deep rooted in this city, at the very least.
“Thank you for your assistance. I’m so sorry for the trouble.” Megumi kindly says to her. As he looks at her face, he notices the heavy eye bags on her face. She also looks quite pale with dried up lips. Without preamble, Megumi takes out his wallet and puts a wad of cash in her hand.
“Oh no no, please-” she tries to refuse, but Megumi closes his hands on top of hers. Her hands are also rough, despite the fact that being a front waitress in this establishment doesn’t do much hands-on work.
She must’ve endured a harsh life.
“I insist,” He looks down to her name tag, “Mikami-san.” Megumi convinces her. “Please take my token of gratitude.”
“O-okay.” She bows her head. “Thank you so much, Megumi-sama.”
“The pleasure is mine.” He dismisses her. She bows again and turns around to scurry away from the area.
Megumi takes a deep breath and cracks his head to the side. He adapts an indifferent expression before he walks up to the miniature, two steps stairs of the room. He carefully pushes the white, branded sneakers he recognizes in front of the door to the side and pettily shoves the Louboutin heels away in the opposite direction. He easily takes off his shoes before he slides the door open.
Both people in the room instinctively look towards the door when it suddenly slides open roughly. Sugutsune gasps in incredulity and shocks at the appearance of the Zenin’s young heir.
“Zenin-san, what are you doing here?” She tries to ask politely, but the offended tone is very well noted. She clearly gives him a judgmental look. Her frown gets even deeper upon seeing the state of his clothing, improper considering the traditional setting.
Megumi just spares her a blank look while his eyes are also staring at her up and down. Heavy makeup, elegantly hoisted hair with dangling flower accessories and a formal thick kimono. He let out a small scoff, earning him an undignified gasp from her, before he turns his attention to the man of the day.
Unlike the Sugutsune heiress, Gojo dresses modernly and quite casually, in fact. A gray checkered coat on top of black hoodie with a signature double silver chain necklace. A silver earring is also dangling idly on one of his ears.
A very familiar earring.
The nerve of this man, to show up to something like this with his gift.
“Satoru.” Megumi coolly calls out his name, unamused.
“Zenin-san!” She scolds him at his rude call towards the older man and his apparent ignorance of her presence. “It is improper of you to barge in like this!”
The young Zenin heir turns his head back to her. He lifts his pointer finger to the front of his mouth and nose and hushes. “I didn’t give you permission to talk.”
“Zenin-san!” She fumes.
On the contrary of the tense atmosphere, the current Gojo head clan looks very entertained with the whole situation. A smile adorns his stupidly handsome face as he replies, “Yes, Megumi?”
“You're done?” Megumi returns his attention to the white haired man.
“Done with what?” Gojo purposefully teases him while he puts his elbow on the table full of untouched food and leans his head on his hands, giving him his full attention.
The younger man raises his eyebrow at the bait. “With that.” He gestures toward Sugutsune with his chin.
Unable to contain her fury anymore, Sugutsune stands on her knees and slams the table with her hands. “Zenin-san!” She yells in pure humiliation. “You have no right to barge into our private time and do this to someone like me!”
“To someone like you?” Megumi mulls. “Who are you again?” He smiles politely, purposefully puts out a curious tone.
“Enough, Zenin-san! I, Sugutsune Hina will not tolerate this rude behaviour anymore!” She angrily says. “The Sugutsune Family shall file a formal complaint to the Zenin, to your parents!” The heiress emphasizes her family name.
As if it is worth something.
Megumi sighs, already tired of hearing her voice. “Do it then.” He challenges with a small tilt of his head. “And we shall see who’s going to regret that, Sugutsune.” He continues with a condescending smile. “-san.” He adds at the end, as if it’s an afterthought.
“Ohh so scary, Megumi.” Gojo peeps, obviously trying to hold down his wide smile.
“Zenin-san!” She screams once again, utterly humiliated. “The audacity of the Zenin's heir! Preposterous! Your father and mother shall know about this disrespect you've shown to me!”
“My audacity?” He questions her, as he walks into the room slowly, languidly.
Like a dangerous predator, about to corner its prey.
“Who are you, Sugutsune-san? Against me?” He lowly says. “A mere medium-tier family with no powerful backing. An unsightly thorn amidst the prestigious clans with your recent dealing. A family that’s waiting on a ticking bomb of destruction and bankruptcy.” Megumi declares with a knowing smile. “Even my other birth name, Fushiguro Megumi, will wield more power than the one you’re having right now, Sugutsune Hina.” He sneers.
"How dare you!” Sugutsune reaches for the hot ocha tea on the table, but before she can throw it to him, Megumi reflexively holds her wrist. On top of his own is Gojo’s, who’s one second late due to his position.
“I will not have you touch this, Satoru.” Megumi says in disgust as she squeals in pain at his painful grip before dropping the cup back on the table. It shakes a little, sloshing some of the tea out to the table before it steadies and stops moving.
Megumi takes the cup away to the tatami floor and stands up.
“If anything, it’s you who dares to disturb me first.” He pushes the small knob of a bottle of hand sanitizer on the corner of the table and cleans off his hands. Deliberately makes a show of it, enhancing Gojo’s amusement and her aggravation.
“I know you’re desperate to get your family’s name back on the good grace of the community, but you should’ve set your eyes on the Kamo’s heir instead of him.” Megumi says. “The heiress who knows no manners or etiquette, begging for Yaga’s pity to set this incredulous meeting in disguise of an omiai, trying to put your dirty, grubby fingers on the Gojo clan,” He mercilessly states with a disgusted, pitiful expression, “who is mine by the way.”
Megumi relishes the fury and embarrassment on her face, the hidden shock of his revelation. Really, had this girl do her research properly, she’d have known about their courting. Granted, they’re not exactly publicizing themselves to the masses.
But still.
“I thought I won’t interfere if you decide to chase after Kamo, because I believe he’ll be able to see your dirty intentions by himself. But you piss me off now, Sugutsune.” He unsympathetically says to the older woman. “I will make sure none of the Okkotsu, Kamo, Itadori, Inumaki or other big name clans accept your proposition. Zenin is obviously out of the question.”
“You have no right to trample on me like this! You can’t possibly force them all to follow your wish.” She glares at him.
“Realistically speaking, I personally know and am very close with them all.” He coolly says. “Some of them even intended to court me, Sugutsune-san.” He crosses his arms. “Just a word or short explanation of displeasure, they’ll do as I wish.”
“So, are you done or not, Satoru?” Megumi jabs at his boyfriend-but-not-quite-boyfriend. “If you’re not, perhaps I shall review Sukuna’s and Yuuta’s proposals instead, in case you’re interested with Sugutsune-san’s” He looks down on her, “ proposal.”
She sharply intakes her breath at the casual use of both Itadori’s and Okkotsu’s heir name.
“You don’t need to go that far, darling.” Gojo’s amused smile is washed with a tight one as he stands up on his feet. “As you said, I’m yours after all.” He tries to appease his secretly angry lover by leaving a peck on his lips and wraps his arms around his waist.
“Gojo-san!” She indignantly says.
“Don’t get mistaken, Sugutsune-san.” Gojo politely smiles. “I’m doing this because of Yaga's pressure, not on my own volition. I thought we’re going to talk about business, but,” He shrugs as he gestures at her appearance. “Apparently as my lovely Megumi says, you intend on using this as an omiai.”
“It’s also rude, you know, to covet someone else’s husband to be.” Megumi adds.
“Zenin-san! I’ll still report this rude behaviour of yours!” She insists, not wanting to look like a complete loser.
“As I said, I don’t care.” Megumi dismisses her, “Well then.” He excuses them both and pulls Gojo out with him.
Gojo can easily see the tense jaw, the scowl and the imaginary storm on top of his younger lover’s head as they walk into the Zenin’s compound.
“Come on Megumi, are you still angry?” He whines as they walk past the inner garden, to the main building where Megumi lives along with his father and mother.
“No.” The younger man curtly replies before he slides the door close right in front of his nose.
A clear opposite of his word.
Gojo sighs and slides the door of the main building open. He is immediately faced with the current Zenin’s head.
Who sports an amused look on his face when he sees him.
“You’re so fucked, brat.” Toji laughs at the white head’s misery. He already got the angry phone call from the Sugutsune family, which he responded unconcernedly with a small hm before he cut the call off. Their yapping hurt his ears. A short, concise, three sentence summary of the situation from Megumi and he gets the gist of the situation.
Of course he’ll make his wife probes his son for a full story later, but now the scene of Gojo trying to appease an angry Megumi is a funny sight for him.
“Fuck off, old man.” Gojo grumbles as he fastens his continues walking to the heir’s room. He easily finds it, already memorizing this building’s layout from the numerous times he visits his younger lover.
“Megumi? I’m going in, okay?” He gently says before sliding the door open.
Megumi is already in the process of taking off his black t-shirt when he slips into the room. The supreme view of his smooth back is like a feast to his eyes and he quietly hugs him from behind, leaving kisses on his shoulder and collarbone.
“I’m sorry, okay?” Gojo sweetly whispers. “I don’t know that she intends on making it as an omiai.”
“You could’ve just left instantly.” Megumi hisses with displeasure.
“I do intend to leave when you come like a cute, angry kitten.” Gojo says. “Why do you think I still have my coat on?” He reasons.
Megumi tries to shrug Gojo off, but the white haired man has a firm hold on his body. “You know you’re the only one for me.” He further coaxes, leaving a wet kiss on the side of his collarbone.
“On the other hand, what are these proposals you told her earlier? Why am I not informed about it?” Gojo’s dark, deep voice vibrates on top of his ear, catching him off guard. The hold around his waist tightens, as the Gojo’s head clan bite and sucks the sensitive part of his neck mercilessly.
Megumi can’t hold off his moan and tries to get away from the pain, but all he can do is gripping the muscled hand on his body. He gasps when the older man’s fingers caresses his hardened nipples and plays with them all while keeping his body within his cage.
Gojo hums pleasantly when the huge hickey he leaves on the side of Megumi’s neck has bloomed into a deep red bruise with obvious teeth marks on it. He laughs when he earns a slap on top of his hand.
“I already accepted your proposal, did I not?” Megumi complains and turns his body to face his lover. He still feels petty over the whole thing. If Ijichi didn’t inform him, he’d never know. It’s like fate also helped him, since Ijichi was the one who accidentally met Sugutsune’s chauffeur, who easily spilled the truth to the secretary.
He put both of his hands on Gojo’s cheek.
“Listen, you’re mine, Satoru.” The Zenin’s heir declares with a scowl. “If I see you with another, I will leave you and ruin whoever it is.”
Gojo tuts cheerfully. “The same thing applies to you, Megumi.” Gojo adoringly caresses his cheek with a genuine smile. Happiness washes over him upon knowing that his younger lover is just as possessive of him. “But you’ll never ever get away from me. I won’t allow it. I will shackle you with me forever and erase anyone who dares to take you from my grasp.” He says like it’s a promise.
A vow.
“We’ll be each other’s ruin then.” Megumi whispers before he seals it with a kiss.
Maybe it’s a bit fucked up. Maybe what they have is not normal or healthy. An obsession instead of a love, but they don’t care.
As long as Megumi is Satoru’s and Satoru is Megumi’s, the ugly, destructive, insane monster inside their own mind will forever be asleep.
And may it never be awakened.
Bonus:
Surprisingly, his mom is angrier at the situation than himself.
After Satoru leaves (since he has a meeting in the evening with Geto), his mom walks into his room with cut up melons as snacks. Of course he knows she probably already heard the situation with the Sugutsune family, so he invites her to talk in their private garden instead.
These melons are best consumed with a good view after all.
After he spills everything, including his not so good behavior towards the heiress, his mother gets silent.
Megumi honestly thinks he’s in trouble, with how condescending he treated her. His mom raises a gentleman after all. However, her stormy expression apparently takes a twisted turn. She fishes out her phone and calls his dad, who’s also in a meeting or somewhere else around the compound.
He blinks dumbfoundedly when she sweetly orders his dad to publicize that they are completely cutting off contact with the Sugutsune’s clan. No ifs or buts darling, okay?
Not the Zenin’s, but them. As in Toji, her and Megumi.
The thing is, as the head and the madam of the clan, even if they personally cut contact with the Sugutsune’s clan, it might as well be a declaration for the whole clan. An unofficial one, but still as powerful. He even believes this will be more damning.
“Megumi, an annoying bud should never be left alone. You should take care of it to the roots.” She hums.
“Mom… are you sure?” Megumi hesitantly asks. He knows his mom isn’t the pliant, all-smile housewife everyone thinks of. Half of his intelligent and sharp intuition is clearly hers. While his father reigns in the front field, his mother controls the back, the internal system. However, to declare a personal statement of severing contact with a clan is... a bit extreme. Official declaration usually means it's about politics, maneuvers, or other troublesome things. A personal one on the other hand, means an individual vendetta.
That they take this matter very intimately, very personally. With their position and power, it will definitely affect the field of politics play. He's about to shake the balance with his upcoming engagement with Gojo, if they add this too...
Despite the big talk he said to piss the heiress off, Sugutsune is still faring fairly well among the society. They’re still on a ticking bomb, but as long as she can find someone who can help her family’s situation, they can still be saved.
Even for a little while.
“Oh honey, don’t worry.” She ruffles his hair. “I know that feeling very well, when your dad courted me.” His mom smiles knowingly. “It’s annoying when someone tries to take what’s rightfully ours, right?”
His mom, Megumi learns again, is just as terrifying, if not more than his dad underneath that angelic smile, once you step on her landmine.