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”Gojo, please you need to listen to me. Please, you don’t get it.” You violently sobbed, gripping your mentor’s wrist, pleading with him to listen. His eyes swept over you making sure you weren’t hurt.
Blood began to drip from the gash on your neck as you paused to take a couple shaky breaths trying to calm your nerves. “Please, you can’t kill him. I need him. He’s still Megumi.”
“You can’t do this to me…please Gojo.”
“I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM PLEASE!” He stayed silent. You waited for him to say something, anything.
You stared back at him, clenching your fist as your eyes darkened, “I don’t care what happens to me, I need him back no matter what.”
You glanced at the figure looking past Gojo, it was wearing Megumi's face and body but the rest belonged to the evil man, the curse, who destroyed the place you used to call home. The same man who stole your friend's humanity away. Even more tears began to fall down your face as you turned to Gojo with a defeated expression, sadly still containing a miniscule glimmer of hope. A tiny part of you hoped that your lover could return safely. A tiny part of you naively believed.
“Is she alright?” Gojo asked Yuuji, who wasn’t standing too far away, still avoiding your piercing gaze. “Except for the gash on her neck, there’s only a few bruises on her so she should be okay…for now.”
As Gojo started to free himself from your grip, he threw Yuuji a knowing look. And suddenly, you were trapped in Gojo's arms.
“No, no, no. GOJO! PLEASE NO!” You struggled in his hold, but he only tightened it in response
"Everything will be okay.” Your mouth fell open as your eyes widened. You could feel your chest tighten as the panic rose within you as Gojo’s hold on you tightened. “Just leave it to me.”
You begged him to change his mind, desperate to get away, but his expression was unwavering.
“LET GO OF ME! PLEASE!”
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” You pleaded, tears streaming down your face, hoping that your desperation would somehow break through to him.
As Gojo walked towards Yuuji he handed you over to him. The boy with pink hair had a strong hold on you while wearing a solemn expression.
“NO! PLEASE GOJO ITS MEGUMI!“ You started screaming out to your teacher once more, your voice breaking. Despite your agony, Yuuji knew this was for the best.
It was the right decision for you to suffer.
"PLEASE, I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM!” Your words were ignored as the King of Curses fought with your teacher, while using the body of your lover as a puppet. You could feel the desperation rising inside of you as the fight progressed. You felt utterly helpless when you realized that your pleas had been ignored.
“Yuuji. Let me go, I need to stop him.” You seem to be in dire need of anything to occur. Something that is going to alter Megumi's destiny. since you were aware that one of them would die if they got into a duel. There was a sense of impending disaster hanging in the air, pressing you to do something.
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
You attempted to escape his hold, thrashing in his arms but it was in vain as his grip on you only tightened. Yuuji led you to the sidelines where the rest of your comrades were watching the battle take place. You cried out in pain, anger, and most of all sadness.
The raven haired boy you grew up with was going to be killed.
You never got to say goodbye.
There were so many unspoken words between the two of you.
You needed more time.
You needed a chance to unravel the tangled emotions and express what you truly felt.
The weight of those desires lingered, leaving a deeply rooted seed of regret. But alas, moments slipped through your fingers like sand, and now all that remains in the haunting presence of what could've been.
You needed to hug him one last time.
You needed to kiss him one last time.
As if pleading with the universe
You needed to see him smile again
You needed to hear him laugh again.
You needed to touch him again.
Would the universe make you forget his face after all this was over? Would the universe grant you the mental peace of fading memories and erase the pain which would linger in your heart?
Or would it be a cruel and unforgiving reminder, tattooing his face deeper into your mind, tormenting you with what might've been?
Unfair. Unfair. Unfair
Why did it have to be him?
Why did fate choose to intertwine your paths, only to keep you both apart? So many questions and no answers, only leaving you to wonder about what a cruel twist of destiny the world had granted you.
In the midst of the chaos all around you, thoughts of you and him kept flooding into your mind.
“The stars... they look really nice tonight–” You spun around to face Megumi. “Don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” He but he was too busy focusing on you, instead of those stupid stars. To him you were much prettier.
He acknowledged the beauty of the stars. But compared to you, they were a dull contrast. You shined brighter than any star imaginable.
He cast a long glance at your lips before the two of you locked eyes. Before you could respond, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. He cupped your face with one hand and wrapped the other around yours. You couldn’t help but smile as you melted into his touch.
Another memory rang through your mind.
Fushiguro sat with his back against the wall, statue-still and cold. You reached out to hold his hand but he quickly withdrew.
You tried again but he said. “Don’t.”
His voice was laced with contempt. After today's mission, you were injured severely. And even though all of you came back alive, he couldn't spare himself from the guilt of not being by your side.
“Don’t what?” you asked, flatly.
His jaw locked, and he stared at you with empty eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
He glances at your bruised arms and fist. “I don’t–” He started and then he looked at the bandage that wrapped around your head and the limp you seemed to have on your right leg. “I don’t know what to–”
So that's what it was about. Your injuries…He wasn't mad at you.
He was mad at himself.
You place your hands on either side of his face with a firm hold. “Stop it.”
His eyes still avoid my gaze like the plague. “It’s not your fault. Everyone got a bit roughed up–”
He cut you off. “You were injured the most out of everyone else. And we were just facing a grade 1 curse, imagine if it was a special grade.”
You paused and pondered, what would've happened if the curse was special grade? Well, it didn’t matter now. The important thing is that you were alive and breathing.
“There’s no point in thinking about that now. Stop torturing yourself.”
Megumi’s expression didn’t waver.
“I wasn’t there.”
“You were there when I needed you to be.” You said, hands sliding off his face to hold his hands. “I can take care of myself.”
“I swore I would be there for you and I wasn't. I swore to keep you safe and you weren't.” His words pierced your heart like a dagger. You wanted to reassure him that you were okay. That a few injuries meant nothing to you. And that it shouldn't be to him.
“I’m–”
“You were terrified.” His voice was filled with turmoil as he interrupted you. “When you called out to me, I’ll never forget your voice.”
Before he could keep going, you gently placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "I understand why you’re upset," you whispered softly, "But please trust me when I say that I am stronger than you think. Plus after a few days I’ll be as good as new!” You smiled, and you leaned in to kiss him.
As your lips met, you could feel the mixture of relief and longing in the kiss. It was a bittersweet moment for Fushiguro, as he realized that while he was relieved to have finally expressed his concerns, there was still a lingering sadness knowing that he could have done something to change the outcome.
That was the first time you had seen him so worried about something or someone. “I love you.”
Punches were thrown at the concrete, causing the ground to tremble, and you were pulled back into reality. Yuuji was still holding you in his lap and Yuuta was healing you in the meantime applying his reversed cursed technique.
You grabbed him unexpectedly, mumbling softly, “Yuuta... I need him back...” He smiled sadly at you.
“I need to tell him that I love him one last time...” Your voice breaks at the idea and your eyes well up with tears. Yuuta’s hand cups your cheek, thumb caressing it gently.
“He knows.” Okkotsu reassures you, healing all your wounds successfully,“I promise.”
With a trembling voice, you whisper, "I don't know how I'll go on without him." The weight of your emotions hangs heavy in the air, as if silently begging for a miracle to bring him back.
Your face loses all emotion as you wrap your arms around Yuuji’s neck. To help you feel a little better, he holds you close and gently rocks you back and forth. You experience defeat. You can’t help but let your sorrow and regret consume you. As you bury your face in Yuuji's shoulder, you feel a mix of comfort and despair. The weight of your emotions becomes unbearable, leaving you feeling completely helpless. It's as if the world around you has come crashing down, and all you can do is surrender to the overwhelming grief. Your will to live escaping your bloody grasp.
"I’m home, there's moonlight on the river. Everybody dies."