Chapter Text
Monsters aren't created they are born
Chapter 1
A silent road. He took the same exact path everyday, to a neighbourhood, long forgotten. Like them. the path remains untouched-, no someone's here. The 5 year old senses it. He senses that energy, no that feeling, that feeling he senses when there's a curse. Am overwhelming aura of energy.
Someone's in the house. Megumi knows. Fushiguro Megumi knows, that his sister makes light steps, that her shoes are so worn out, barely held together with messy stitches and he knows they won't hold for long, so old that they no longer make noise. He knows those footsteps belong to an adult. An adult. Megumi knows, he knows what it means if an adult is in the house. Nobody would come for them. Nobody did. But he knew what it meant if there was an adult in the house, it could mean many things. It could mean there was a thief. A murderer? Perhaps it was a government officer here to tell them to leave since the neighbourhood was set to be demolished. How cumbersome. But he feels the same aura. The same energy he has inside of him, coming from the house. Megumi's hand trembles, he grits his teeth and opens the door. "What the heck?" He asked.
The 5 year old's eyes enlarged, getting a scolding and greeting from his sister. "Megumi-chan! We have guests over, show some respect!"
Megumi frowns at the old man, who only smiles at him. A greedy smile. The man was wrinkled, but he seemed strong, and scary. A big figure. Long hair and wore fashionable and fancy clothes. Clothes that looked out of place in their home. Their broken home, a home that had water stains on the walls, paint tearing off giving up after holding on for so long. The lights dim and flickering slowly losing hope. Water dripped slowly from the ceiling. The man sat on a worn out couch, patched with torn bedsheets and lose threads. He promised himself to study hard and get Tsumiki a better house, a better life, a life without worrying about a meal or money. Tsumiki struggled for him. Megumi knows that. That's why he would struggle 1000 times more for her, for his sister, for his one and only family, for his one and only reason to live.
"Megumi Zenin? If I'm not mistaken" the man smiled getting off the couch and extending his hand to Megumi.
"It's Fushiguro Megumi." He deadpanned emphasizing the Fushiguro. The 5 year old eyed his sister to leave the room, she rebelled but Megumi made her leave.
The man huffed, the kid would definitely be a handful. "How about we talk outside?"
Megumi nodded, glancing at his sister who eaves dropped from a crack in their door. His green eyes stared ferociously at the suspicious man. He didn't trust him, he couldn't. The view outside wasn't that pleasing, uninhabitable buildings held together with wooden boards. Doing what you can to survive that was the life of someone living in the slums. The older man spoke, "I am Naobito Zenin, Megumi Zenin your father Toji Zenin sold you to his own clan... No matter. I am here to coll- I am here to take you where you belong. I take you already know the basics of cursed energy and curses, correct me if I'm wrong."
Megumi took a step back. The heck? His father left him years ago, what does he mean sell? Human trafficking, was his father a human trafficker? There was a clear look of panic in his face. The 5 year old gritted his teeth frowning.
"I'm not coming, my sister is enough for me."
Naobito chuckled. "I don't think you understand, you don't exactly have a choice." Was what he wanted to say, but the Zenin clan leader stopped himself. Naobito sighed, getting an awkward look from the child. "Your not thinking straight Megumi Zenin." He emphasised the Zenin. "Think about how this would help your sister, you two could live a comfortable life in the Zenin estate. But on one condition, you must become strong. A strong jujutsu sorcerer, the strongest, while learning to become the next head of the Zenin clan. Do you still deny?"
Megumi furrowed his brow. "If I come, will Tsumiki be happy."
"If you work hard, she will the life befitting a queen, one away from the jujutsu world, one away from Misfortune or worry." Naobito smirked at the child who only looked at him even more angrier.
"Stay here. I'm going to go talk to Tsumiki."
Naobito only smiled and nodded. The child was feisty enough. Though he would have to make him have the basics of discipline. There was no denying that the child was strong. His cursed technique was one that was used to kill the limitless user. He would be the perfect weapon to make the Zenin clan the strongest. Staying at the top 3 was not enough for Naobito, only the throne for the strongest could quench his thirst for power. He would make that child into the monster he was meant to be.
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