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Suguru rested his head on the wall behind him.
- Satoru... - he mutters, with no hope of Gojo hearing him.
But, ignoring the circumstances, Gojo turns his head quickly. He thought Geto was dead by now. I̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ a̶ r̶e̶l̶i̶e̶f̶. He walks to him and kneels in front of him.
- Suguru. - his voice is so quiet that even Geto barely hears it. Or maybe it's the injuries, making him feel all kinds of dizzy. Or the fact that he's dying...
- I don't know how... or when - he paused for a second - I'll find you in the next life. - Gojo was holding back his voice, so it won't break down. - No matter what. - he whisphered, so close to his ear that Geto could feel his breath.
Geto's mind wasn't functioning properly. He barely registered what Gojo was saying. - You don't belive in that kind of stuff - he blurs out but as he finished the sentece he coughs with blood.
- I don't care. I'll find you again. - he said with his voice almost breaking. He placed his hand close to Getos chest. He formed it as if he was preparing to snap his fingers.
- Do whatever you please... - he sighs. He feels every last source of both cursed and psychique energy leaving his body. - But... - he coughs with blood again, now covering Satorus shirt in it. He rests his head on his chest, so he doesn't has to see him. - ... don't keep me waiting. - he says with his last smile.
﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌SNAP﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌
As Gojo opens his eyes, he starts breathing heavily. He blinks quickly so the tears will fade away from his eyes.
He looks in front of him. Of course, Geto isn't there. It's obvious.
He should know it's going to end like this since the begging.
- "Don't keep me waiting..." - Gojo repeats, falling into the ground.
A star crosses the night sky. It's light blue. It's a... shooting star.
𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃
- ...oko! Shoko! - a female voice screams. He recognizes it. - He's awake. Look... - the voice silences.
He opens his eyelids, blinking slowly to comfort his eyes to the bright light surrounding him. He sees Shoko aboe him, looking at him curiously.
- Seems like you passed out from unstavle heart race. From what I see - she looks at her stuff, to indicate where she got that from - it was like it was racing very fast one moment, and the other, no heart beat at all.- she explains to him, but he doesn't really listen. He never really does. He respects Shokos work and all, but he just doesn't understand a shit from what she's saying.
Then, it suddenly his him.
His body unconsciously tried to fie when Geto did.
It may be interpreted a little too dramatically, but is it wrong?
He buries his face into his hands.
He lost Suguru. For the second time, and the last.
- Yuuta's here, Gojo. - Maki interupts him. - Do you want me to let him in? - she asks, but he can sense that she doesn't care much. Though, something was going on between those two.
- You go out and talk to him. Inform him about my state, if he's curious. - he says, sitting up. Maki just shrugs her shoulders and walks out of the room to Yuuta.
A couple of minutes passed, and finally Gojo took the voice.
- He was dead and he talked to me. - he spoke to Shoko - I mean, he w͟a͟s͟ s͟u͟p͟p͟o͟s͟e͟d͟ to be, but then he started talking...- he corrected himself.
- Gojo - she sighs - weren't you hallucinating? - she suggests. As much as she missed Suguru too, she was always the realistic one.
"No, it couldn't be" - white-haired thought.
'I heard him"
"I felt his l̶a̶s̶t̶ breath"
"I felt his warm"
"I saw him. Anf the 2 eyes were enough"
- I guess you could be right... - he agrees with her, not having the energy to explain this to her. "She wouldn't understand" his subconsciously told him.
- time skip: shibuya arc -
Gojo was in the middle of preparing himself breakfast. Today it was scrambled eggs, because he was also making some for Megumi. Tho, he still will probably refuse through saying something like "What!? Are you trying to poison me!?". He smiles at the thought of that.
Then his phone rang. A message.
"Come to Shibuya. Lots of curses, kids won't make it themselves" It was a text from some supervisor.
He sighed, leaving his undone breakfast on the frying pan. He looked at it, hestitating.
- Ughh, let's get this over with! - he told himself and left.
﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌
"Fuck, I think I scrathed my arm..." Gojo thought. He was breathing heavily from the psychique grogginess. He threw the heads of the curses on the floor.
"0.2 seconds... So I must've been running at something about 2km/s." he thought" Isn't that new reco-"
But before him, there was something that threw him out of his thoughts.
A box.
With... With patches!
"FUCK!"
- Prison realm... open.
There was a big, red eye-thing in front of him. He saw himself in this. In the pupil, there was his reflection.
He prepared his posture to a fight, but
- Yo! Satoru!
Huh?
He turned his head so quickly that if he wasn't heated up he would probably break his neck. His vision was blurred, but no, he must focus!
- It's been a while! - the 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. Geto's.
"Is he a fake?" he started panicking "Is this some kind of tranformation technique?"
All the posibilities are rejected by his six eyes.
"He's real!"
His brain... lagged. There is no other words to describe it. He couldn't move or say anything. He just stood there, memories flowing through his mind.
The three years... passed in one minute.
*𝘬𝘤𝘩𝘬*
"God." his brain sighed, because his body wouldn't. It was too much. He... he was unable to move!
- Tch! - "Dammit! They got me!!" lot of diffrents thoughts running through his subconsciousness.
- C'mon now, Satoru. - "Geto" said - Are you letting your mind wander during a fight?
"I can't feel any cursed energy in my body. I can't move either!"
"Am I done for?"
- So... - Gojo started - Who are you? - beacuse this wasn't Geto. Not his.
He didn't smell like Suguru.
He didn't stand like him.
He talked diffrently.
Not his.
- Suguru Geto, of course. - it responded like it was obvious. - Did you forget? How sad. - it sounded so dramatically, so... fake.
- Your body and even your cursed energy - he said, staring into its soul, but his eyes - My six eyes tell me... You're Suguru Geto. - he took a deep breath - But both my heart and my soul know otherwise! - he screamed with all his energy - Hurry up and answer! Who THE HELL are you!?
- Yeesh... - it sighed - How'd you know? - it... it took of Getos upper part of the head.
"What the..." he thought to himself.
- It's a cursed technique that allows me to hop between bodies by switching brains. Of course, it lets me use the- - but Satoru didn't listen. So he was right. It wasn't his Geto. Not Geto at all. Just his... body. Being used.
He felt like throwing up.
"Wait.. Yuuta?"
- ...having to detain his loved one's soul. Sorry to say, but... - it started - Yuuta Okkotsu can't become the next Satoru Gojo. - "Well, no shit." Gojo thought.
- Good night, Satoru Gojo... - "wait no! let me just have one more-"
"No. This is it. There's no other side."
If he was ever meant to die, it was from Suguru's hands. (and the other way around too)
Even if it wasn't his Sufuru it was a͟t͟ l͟e͟a͟s͟t͟ him, physically. Kind of.
- Let us meet again in the new world. - it, no- Geto said!
Gojo's eyes widened. What!?
- Yeah, maybe it's a good night for me - he thought it would be good to respond. - But it's about time for you to wake up. -
How are you gonna let yourself get used like that... Suguru? - "Geto"'s hand twitched. It was the real Suguru. A particle of him...
"The new world?" he repeated in his thoughts. "What the fuck?"
"New world"!? What he was planning to d-
- Gate... close.