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One Month Earlier.
Your mom left before she actually said goodbye. She was who knows where, with who knows who, doing only god knows what.
In all honesty you were more sad than relieved to have the weight of her expectations lifted from your shoulders, even after everything she was still your mother… mostly.
She left your train ticket on the only piece of furniture left in the house, a chewed up coffee table, wood worn and scratched by time, lined with dents made from things you couldn’t remember.
You picked it up, stuffing it into your, catching a glimpse of a white envelope signed with your mom’s signature, a few thousand yen set underneath it.
You grabbed the letter, stuffing that and the yen into your pocket, opening the doors to a “house sold” sign, and the second you got to the train station you ripped the letter into pieces, tossing it into a trashcan.
This was the beginning of what will be the best year of your life. The first step to starting anew was letting go of the past.
So you did.
Divergent.
Name: Daiki
Age: 15
Birthday: January 9th
Height: 168.91centimeters (5’6 1/2)
Hair color: Jet Black
Ethnicity: Japanese and Jamaican Descent
Personality: INTP
Eye Color: Light Green
Likes: Solitude, Strawberries, The Strokes
Dislikes: Darkness, Uncleanliness, Questions answered by more questions, Her mother
Health: Atychiphobia (Fear of Failure)
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Present.
“We’re going to decide if we should kill you.”
That’s not the first time your life flashed before your eyes tonight, but it definitely was the first time you’ve ever heard anyone refer to your life as if it were a question.
You’re probably wondering how you got here. How you ended up with chains weighted around your wrists, heavy black metal preventing anyone who was in them from using Jujutsu of any kind, and best of all a live audience to watch you squirm like a worm on a hook. Only you weren’t squirming, you were yawning, because you knew already that you didn’t kill Megumi.
“Well?” The council member looks you straight in the eyes, lips parted like he couldn’t believe you weren’t begging to live.
Your yawn finally settled, you clenching and unclenching your jaw a few times, in all honestly exhaustion clung to your bones, you actually began to hope you did get out fine sure if you died you’d at least get some sleep.
“Your council…ness.” You start, looking up at the man in the highest chair. It is 2am.
The man frowns so aggressively, you thought the vein protruding from his forehead might actually burst from the pressure. “You dare dismiss me?” He asks, as if you truly had the energy to grovel right now.
You shake your head, looking to the left of him, where your teacher: Gojo sat with his feet perched above the railing, you knew he was incapable of being serious, so you knew it wouldn’t be no different even if his student’s life was one the line.
You stare at Gojo, out of the corner of your eyes, catching the way his ankle tapped against the railing in rhythmic patterns, a smile shadowing his lips.
You squinted at the man, shaking your head. “Don’t you dare.” You mouthed to your man-child of a teacher.
The guy was never a good listener.
“I object.” Gojo says loudly, making sure everyone could hear the defiance in his voice, as he still still laid back in his seat.
You shook your head, letting out a sigh If Gojo really wanted you to live, you’d have a better shot if he didn’t say anything at all.
His councilness settles his face, motioning to Gojo with his hand to go on, not so much as taking his eyes off of you to acknowledge your teacher.
“Oh.” Gojo replies, rubbing his chin. “I got nothing, I didn’t think you’d actually let me object.” He smiles, and all of the sudden you wished he’d take a tumble from all the way up there.
“Fine.” His councilness says, tapping his gravel against the wooden platt on his table. I sentence Daiki-
You watch light flicker around Gojo’s lap, the shimmer drawing every one’s attention to him. He teleported in a matter of seconds, and came back with a book.
Gojo take the book in his hands, blowing a heap of dust off the cover and onto the floor. “I’m back.” He announces, waving to one of the female council members.
You roll your eyes, watching his stand up straight for whatever he was about to do.
Gojo cleared out his throat, heading toward the ground. “We are gathered today, to decide to kill or to not kill.” He says in some watered down Shakespearean voice. Do thy know why thy may be beheaded?
“I’m going to kick thine ass, if thy doesn’t get on with it.” You mumble under your breath.
You know why you’re here. You tried to kill Megumi, and not only that, but you tried to kill Megumi to save a curse. That’s what they say, but just because that’s what they say, doesn’t mean that’s what’s true.
“In section 88 of the Jujutsu handbook, it states that in the decision of execution the defendant is allowed someone to vouch for them.” Gojo points to himself. “I volunteer.”
You stare up in annoyance taken for disbelief at your teacher, the cursed energy ebbing around his body, showing something like a movie screen playing back for everyone to see.
You remember it all, but seeing it again from a point of view that wasn’t your own made it look so foreign. You remembered the blood falling down Megumi’s forehead, sticking to his skin like glue, you remember the cursed energy flowing and emitting from his palms when he saw Itadori. You remember Megumi’s words too.
“You are no longer human.” Megumi said, folding one hand over another to summon his divine dogs, “Under Jujutsu regulation, Yuuji Itadori, I will exercise you as a curse.”
You stood in front of the boy, with a dislocated shoulder you still managed to swing your scythe out in front of you. “He is half human.” You said, and you thought maybe your head isn’t screwed on right in that moment. “Under Jujutsu regulation, I cannot allow you to exercise Itadori without the consultation of a registered sorcerer.” The reason you’re here isn’t because you tried to kill Megumi, it’s because when the higher ups looked at you in that moment, all they saw was you fighting alongside what they hated the most, a curse.
“Daiki was completely valid in her stance.” Gojo starts, smiling throughout this whole ordeal. “She was never going to kill Megumi, she was only protecting a human.”
You raise your brow a single time, wondering if Gojo was actually going to do something seriously, but more so at the fact that everyone in the room seemed to break off into small whispers and incoherent mumbles.
“What makes you so sure?” Council asks, clasping his hands together. For all we know she could be plotting to kill the entire room.
Gojo nods his head, running his index finger over his chin, still smiling as he looks you directly in the council’s eyes and says. “I’d be plotting to kill you too if I was chained to the floor in front of an audience.”
“You’re not helping” You say, clearly baring your teeth at him.
“You’re welcome.” Gojo gives a genuine nod to you that makes you want to throw a hunk of these chains at him.
“Daiki.” The admin calls to you, drawing your attention to him. “Why did you have your weapon pointed at your classmate?”
“Because Megumi was going to exercise a human.” You say, squinting. “Does no one see something wrong with killing a human?”
The council leans their heads in, towering over you. “That boy became a curse.” He says, disgusted. “You stopped an exorcism regardless of weather you were going to kill Megumi or not, that makes-”
“We already know what we’re doing with him.” Gojo says, looking back at the head council member, at the scowl on his face.
“Was it do to a personal relationship?” The main member asks you, referring to the fact that you transferred from the same school Itadori was going to.
You shrug your shoulders. “We went to the same school, that doesn’t mean we were friends.” You say, answering his question.
“Hmm.” The man says, tugging at the hairs of his beard.
The leader of the council leans into huddles with his peers, left and. right they discuss about you like you’re not even there. Murmuring as they made eye contact with you. Gojo leaned into the group, indistinctive whispers being shared with him too.
You give a blank stare, cutting through the discussion. “So am I getting executed?” You ask, but Gojo pops his head out of the discussion group giving you the thumbs up.
“Your teacher has convinced us to not execute you, since you haven’t done nothing to directly violate the Jujutsu code.” Council says.
You’re thinned your eyes, feeling the pressure off your wrists as the heavy metal chains dropeped to the ground.
“Instead we have an alternative.” Gojo says, and you know you’re in deep shit when he does his stupid sing-song voice.
“An alternative to death?” You joke, rubbing your wrists, until you look up and see their faces. “Oh you’re serious.” You say again, looking up at Gojo.
“The boy will be transferred into Jujutsu high in hopes of consuming all 20 of the fingers, you, since you have made an impression on him already will make sure he does.” They say. “He will go with you on every assignment and you will make sure he learns to control his Jujutsu alongside your teacher.”
“Oh.” Gojo says, pointing a pair of finger guns at you. “And you’re being promoted.”
“You’re promoting me so I can be a babysitter?” You ask, furrowing your brows, looking around the room.
The main emmener sits high in his seat, mind made up and set. “You still are in trouble for stopping an excorsism.” He reminds you.
“So you want me to babysit a curse?” You ask, not even sure they’re serious, or that they know the kind of job they’re giving you.
“You said yourself he’s still human didn’t you?” One woman asks, a small smile atop her lips.
I did. You say, because if there’s one thing you hate it’s being wrong.
“Then you’ll have no problem helping out a fellow Jujutsu sorcerer to atone, would you?” The woman says, cocky grin still solid.
You smile back at her, bigger, brighter, better than her. “No problem at all.” You respond.
With that, the room was dismissed. The big wide doors opened up to reveal your teacher already standing behind it, a big, wide grin tugging his lips upward. “You survived your first trial.” He says, blowing on a party horn that you have no idea he had.
“Thanks for that.” You say, rotating your still sore shoulder.
You hear someone clearing their throat behind Gojo, the subtle kind. You naturally assumed it would be the one officially glued to your hip. Naturally it was.
“Itadori.” You hold out your hand.
He takes your hand, shakes is lightly. “Thanks for earlier, I had no ide-.” He starts, his face pale.
“Don’t mention it.” You wave your hand dismissively, letting go of his palm.
Itadori looks up at Gojo, almost as if there was more to be said.
You made your way down the hall, headed back to your dorm. You knew you’d need sleep before you started the beginning of your punishment in the morning. “Oh, and Itadori.” You called back to the boy.
“Good luck.”
Punishments weren’t permanent, and there was no way in hell you were going to let an obstacle as small as a boy get in the way of you and your future.
You knew better.