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Part 2: Years Between and After Everything
Chapter 1: September 18, 2009
“Satoru.”
The voice was soft and calming, yet Gojo Satoru froze like a deer in headlights. Struck with fear and panic, the expression was only hidden by the blindfold he wore. His window was open, and there he was, on the balcony.
Geto Suguru.
About 3 years ago, Geto Suguru killed an estimated 112 villagers after a mission in which he was instructed to exorcize the curse in the area. Later, his parents were found missing, confirmed to have also been killed by Geto. Reasoning was that he had claimed the only way to rid the world of curses was at the source: non sorcerers. The total number of people killed by his hands is unknown, but roughly is already past 300. Using a church as a disguise, he operates a large cult following of people, playing the role of a monk.
And he was right in front of him.
“Get lost.” He hissed, holding his hand out as a warning.
“Please, just a minute.” Geto pulled the window all the way up and stepped into the room, then closed it. “I promise.”
“I will kill you if you take another step.”
“Are you sure? Another classic empty threat, hmm?” He took a few steps closer. “Do it then.”
“Get the fuck out of my house, Geto.”
“Wait. Please.” stumbling a bit, Geto held onto his side. Blood stained the shirt in multiple spots across his right side, which only made Gojo angrier.
“What the hell happened to you?”
“Can you fix it?
“That's a bold question. How about no.”
“Satoru-” Before he could say anything else, the shards of glass in the trashcan appeared around him, inches from his throat.
“You think you can just show up at my place and get whatever you want from me? That I'd help someone like you? I should have killed you on the spot, but I have questions.”
“Answer- I'll- answer them…” Geto said, panicked. “Just please…” Once the glass moved from his neck, Geto sank into the desk chair and whined in pain, lifting his shirt off to reveal two large gashes across his stomach. “Ow..”
“Stop bitching.” Gojo kneeled beside him and held his hand out, activating Reverse Curse Technique and healing him, only leaving two small scars.
“Thank you, Satoru.”
“You don’t get to call me that.” He stood up, growing in frustration. “Three years. What the fuck??” Kicking the chair leg, he then stepped closer and looked down at Geto. “Murdering innocent people will not do anything. You waste your time, and waste mine. Really, you are fucking insane. Blaming people for something they don’t even know they are doing? Is that justice? Are you proud of yourself, Geto?” When there was no response, he continued. “Yeah, I bet you are. Not giving a shit about anyone else except yourself. Disappearing without a trace and leaving me, only to show up outside my room begging for help? I doubt that. What do you want from me? Forgiveness? To talk? A shitty hand job? Come on, tell me. Actually, no, I dont give a damn.”
“This. Do you want it back?” Geto held out a small silver ring, adorned with onyx and small diamonds. “It was a nice anniversary gift, but I know it must have cost a lot. So take it back.”
“Oh, how thoughtful.” He said, with a tinge of sarcasm. “Toss it. Go sell it or something.” Slowly, Geto nodded and smiled, putting the ring onto his own hand. This only pissed Gojo off more. “Don’t pretend I mean something to you.”
“If you have questions, I will answer them. That was the deal for keeping me alive, right? I am a man of my word, so I'll oblige.”
“A man of his word? What a joke.” Gojo sat down on his bed and pulled at his blindfold, thinking. “Are you working with curses?”
“No. I would never.”
“Are you cursed?”
“Unless you cursed me, no.”
“Do you actually hate non- sorcerers?”
“Every single one.”
“What is your goal?”
“Eliminate all curses and non- sorcerers.”
“Why did you leave me?” He pressured, resting his chin in his hand. The room grew silent, before Geto found the answer.
“You wouldn't agree with what I was doing, firstly. Because of your technique, you have become the strongest. Everyone nowadays says, ‘Gojo Satoru is at his best when alone, because others only act as a barrier to his potential.’ That’s true. We held each other back. When I let go, the truth of the world we lived in became realized. I have a goal now, and to expect you to follow is childish. So, I made the choice for you.”
“No. When you let go, you spiraled and didn’t reach out for help. We didn’t know you were struggling until it was too late. I can’t-” Gojo felt his own regrets and guilt building up, and stopped talking.
“To tell you I was suffering is no different than burdening lords with sins.”
“Does saying that sound dignified to you?” He rolled his eyes. “Last question. Who else is working with you?”
“Just a few others. None of them are connected to Kyoto or Tokyo, and are all foreign sorcerers. I know you are trying to see if I've infiltrated the schools, but I haven't.”
“Ok.” Gojo stood and pointed for Geto to lay down in his bed. “You might have been healed, but your body is exhausted. According to Shoko, you should have someone who's been healed via technique get a few hours of rest. You may be some murdering, sickening bastard, but I choose to be the bigger person.” Geto sat up from the chair, nodded awkwardly, and then laid in the bed. Gojo took his chair back, sitting in the dark room and staring at the blank phone screen.
“How have you been?” Geto asked, softly.
“Pft.”
“Really. I want to know if you’ve been ok.”
“You suddenly care?”
“I never stopped caring.” Gojo chuckled when Geto said this, and flipped his phone off.
“Oh, just wonderful. My ex boyfriend is out killing people, and now he is in my room trying to talk to me. So, things are just perfect.”
“Don’t be sarcastic.”
“Will you just shut up!?”
“Dramatic as always, Satoru.”
“Shut your fucking mouth. Other people are trying to sleep, you know.” Gojo quickly realized that he inferred he wasn’t home alone. Shit. He cannot know about Megumi and Tsumiki. “Or, I mean, you should try to sleep.”
“Yeah, who are the other two people in the house anyways? I can pick up a sorcerer and non sorcerer.”
Shit, I forgot. He can sense them. “That is none of your business.”
“If you tell me who they are, I will tell you something in exchange.” Geto bargained. “Really, it's just curiosity.”
“Hm. You do anything and I kill you on the spot. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Fushiguro Toji had a son and step daughter that were orphaned after his death. The bastard sold his son to the Zen’in, so I took them in instead. Honestly, It may do the boy some good to live there, Since he would be in line as the next clan head. But the step daughter… who knows. That wasn't something me or the boy were willing to give over to those greedy monsters.”
“Toji.” Geto mumbled. “If that kid is anything like his father, with cursed energy as well, then the last place he should go is with the Zen’in. Especially if he has an inherited skill. You did the right thing.”
“Like you can be the one telling me if I’m right or wrong. You would have just killed them.”
“I would never hurt a child!” Anger rose. “Do you think I am that twisted? I have two of my own that I've taken in!”
“That's surprising. I thought you didn't have a heart.”
“How dare you say that?” Geto sat up now, growing mad.
“I can say what I want. This is my house, and you will be out first thing in the morning.”
This only made Geto furious. Itching to get him back, he gave a slight grin and spoke in a flirty tone. “Kicking me out that early, baby?” Gojo didn’t respond, but he could feel the amount of anger and tension building up. “Oh, got nothing to say? Come on, don’t get all pouty. It's adorable.~”
“Stop.”
“Please. You remember how we used to be.”
“You so much as breathe and I swear-”
“What, You'll do something bad? Hmm… go ahead.” Geto said the innuendo in a much more hushed tone, grinning. He knew he got under his skin.
“Oh, so that’s what you came here for. Wow, Geto. I have no idea why I assumed you would be above something so disgusting. You want to just use me, huh? I’m nothing but some toy to play with, now, am I. Someone you know who is just depressing and vulnerable- like an object? You Whore!”
“I will be gone before the sun rises.” He snapped back, rolling over. Gojo could feel himself getting upset. The sight of Geto Suguru alone was enough to tear him apart, but the bickering was too much at once. Hiding his watering eyes with the blindfold, he turned his head away as Geto angrily got up and put his shirt back on.
“I hate you.” Gojo whispered, his voice breaking. Hearing this caused Geto to freeze in his tracks, eyes widened. “You hurt me, and you don’t even feel a tinge of guilt or empathy.” He went to his bed and sat, sniffling. “Just go.”
“Satoru-” His lungs felt as if they were full of water. “Satoru.” Geto sat next to him on the bed, his body aching with guilt. Gojo didn't even look up or respond, and instead took his blindfold off to wipe his eyes. “I’m sorry Satoru, I-”
“Haven't you broken my heart enough?” he whispered. Geto looked down in shame, and the two sat in a painful silence for what felt like forever.
“Do you really hate me?”
“I don’t know.”
“You have every right to be mad. I’m sorry that you had to get dragged into what I've done. You don’t deserve that.” He took a deep breath and looked at Gojo, ashamed and nervous. “I can’t say I'm sorry for leaving to go down the path I am on now, because that would be a lie. I’m only sorry… That it meant hurting you.”
“I want to hate you. To be mad. But I just…” Tears started to fall from his eyes, like dewdrops against frost covered grass. His face was flushed with pink, and his lips were curled into a pitiful frown. Geto could only look and nod, speechless. Remorseful, he reached to take his hand, which was blocked by infinity.
“Satoru, please.”
“I cant…” He felt himself give up, and Geto’s arms wrapped around him in a gentle hug. Tears fell uncontrollably, and soon enough the two were holding the other tight, an emotional mess. Gojo could feel Geto shake ever so slightly, silently crying into his shoulder. “I’m sorry- Suguru…”
“Don’t be. You were right for being upset at me.” He managed to say between sobs, his whole body aching when Gojo called him by his first name.
“You didn’t… call, or reach out, I thought you were dead- I- I thought you hated me-”
“Reaching out to you was a risk. The higher ups would have punished you, or killed you- I only came here because I couldn’t find Shoko- and… The ring-”
“So what? The higher ups couldn’t kill me if they tried. Yes, you are wrong for killing non sorcerers. That’s something I will never understand. But-” he paused, trying to find the right words. “But… I just wanted to see you.” Gripping onto him, Gojo laid down and cuddled into Geto, exhausted and vulnerable.
“Surely the kids woke from that.” Geto blushed in embarrassment. “Oh god, no kid should ever have to hear the things i said-”
“They are asleep. I cast a simple veil to block any sound and keep anyone from leaving the second I saw you.” He twitched his hand, The darkness of the bedroom vanishing.
“Huh.. I thought.. It was supposed to be that dark.” Geto whispered, before closing his eyes and holding Gojo close. He laughed quietly at Geto’s comment and drifted into sleep.
Geto would be gone in the morning, That he knew. So, as they slept, he held him as lovingly as he could. At least, even if it was the last time Gojo could hold him, Geto would know that he was still cared for.