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Once upon a time, there was a boy who fell in love with the moon. A lonely boy, just shy of five years old and cursed with the greatest gift of all; power. The little god who shifted the plates of jujutsu society and paid for it in solitude. Gojo Satoru. The bearer of six eyes and limitless, the cure to the world’s poison, the start of a new era. Satoru was many things, but mainly; he was lonely.
He had no siblings, being a male and the bearer of such precious techniques, his mother’s job was considered done. In the world of the clans she had hit the jackpot by giving birth to him and was given the freedom to do what she pleased. What seemed to please her most was leaving and forgetting her son had ever existed. Satoru doesn’t even know what she looked like. The jealous women of the estate liked to talk and it turned out his mother was nothing but a common whore. Satoru didn’t know what a whore was, but the way they laughed and teased him when no one was looking, it couldn’t be anything nice. He didn’t try to ask his father, the man was too busy to answer unimportant questions. Satoru didn’t see his father often, but he didn’t mind. His cursed energy felt weird and made Satoru nauseous. He didn’t need a mother or father anyways when he had Hina-chan. She was technically his nursemaid, but was more of a mother to him than anyone. She’s the first face he sees in the morning and the last before he goes to bed. She was also the one to get him out of trouble before his father could find out.
“Gojo-sama”she would chide gently, plucking him out of the muddy puddle he had taken residence in. “You’re all dirty now”
But one flash of that dimpled smile and he was usually off the hook. He used that to his advantage. Yes, Satoru was lonely. Hina-chan had other duties besides running after him and he wasn’t allowed to play with the other children on the estate lest they corrupt him. The only interactions he really got were from teachers,trainers and Hina-chan, but for someone so lonely he was constantly surrounded by glaring eyes and envious glances.
People wanted him dead.
He knew the taste of poison and it was much too dangerous for him to go beyond the estates grounds. Coddled and neglected. Like fine china, sat up on a shelf but not used even once. Around the age of six he learned the fine art of sneaking from his bedroom to sit in the garden and by the age of ten he had mastered it. It was quiet then. The pond rippled,the sun’s blinding gaze was put to rest and the cloying cursed energy had dulled to a hum. Peaceful it was to just sit and not be watched. He found comfort sitting and watching the moon, sometimes talking, sometimes not. It was all well and good, he finally had peace.
Until one day something peculiar happened. The moon was dim. The stars still shone bright, but the moon had lost its shine. The night was dark, and Satoru didn’t fear the dark. He didn’t fear anything, but he was a bit disappointed. Climbing from his window proved to be a bit difficult without any light, but it wasn’t impossible. His bare feet hit the soft grass and a melodic voice spoke to him.
“So you came”it said, full of mirth.
“I always come here,”he frowned, crossing his arms. “Who are you? Why are you here?”
The boy let out a soft laugh that sounded like bells. “And here I thought we had become good friends, Satoru-kun”
“It’s gojo-sama to you”the young boy huffed, puffing out his chest. “Now, who are you?”
The cursed energy glowed around him bright enough to shine light on the strange boy. He had long black hair and amber eyes, a kimono made of silk that glittered under the light and sparkled like stardust. He also appeared to be around Satoru’s age but had a strange aura about him.
“I am the moon,”the boy said evenly.
“You’re the…moon?”Satoru said slowly.
“Yes”the boy laughed, “your people call me Tsukuyomi no mikoto, but I think you may be too young to know that yet”
Satoru huffed. “I’m not a child”
“But you are”the boy smiled and…
it didn’t sound malicious.
It didn’t sound angry.
It was confusing, it made him angry. The cursed energy within him boiled and his eyes glowed. To be shown impudence was to be disrespected. He was the bearer of six eyes and limitless, the heir to the gojo clan. He would not sit here and be disrespected.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”he spat. “Coming to my estate to sit here and tell me lies! I could have you killed for this, do you know that? Are you aware of who I am? You should be bowing before me—”
“You are an angry one,”the boy interrupted with a small laugh. like there was some joke Satoru wasn’t in on. “But I have not deceived you, Satoru-kun. I am who I said I was”
“The moon?”Satoru scoffed.
“Yes I am,”the boy said, “the moon and a god, one in the same. I reign over the moon of this planet”
“I-”
“And I do know who you are, Satoru-kun”the boy continued, “the night you were born caused quite the fuss”
Satoru’s head spun. “W-well if you’re a god, then why are you a child!”
The boy threw his head back and let out a full belly laugh. “Even gods are children once, Satoru”
Satoru stared at him.
“And my mother is human,”the boy amended.
“Aha!”he cried, pointing his finger accusingly. “So you’re only half a god!”
The boy tilted his head. “Why half? I’m fully god and fully human”
“I..I don’t know”Satoru said. He’d never thought of it like that before. “Well, before I just believe you’re a god you have to prove it!”
The boy nodded, “alright, if you wish”
The boy clenched his fist and slowly opened it to reveal a bright orb in its place. It glowed silver and rotated slowly in his palm.
“Is that…”
“A star?”the boy smiled, “it is.”
The boy really was a god.
“I still don’t understand why you’re so small,”Satoru frowned, “if you’re half god, shouldn’t you be bigger?”
“I am bigger when i’m at home”the boy said, “but when i come to earth i take on my human form and walk as a mortal”
Satoru’s heart stopped beating for a second. “So…you could die as a human?”
The boy nodded. “I’m assuming so”
Satoru didn’t like the sound of that. The thought of losing his one and only friend made his stomach hurt.
“Well, whenever you’re here i’ll watch you!”he declared, “I am the strongest after all”
“The strongest with no manners”the boy laughed. “You haven’t even asked my name”
Satoru’s cheeks turned pink and he frowned, punching the boy's shoulder. “I was getting to that!”
“Sure you were,”the boy teased, but he was still smiling.
“Well what is it”he grumbled.
“Geto Suguru”the boy said. Satoru’s eyes widened.
“You have a japanese name!?”
“That’s what surprises you?”Suguru said, rolling his eyes“I told you, my mom is human…and we’re speaking Japanese right now”
“It could have been a coincidence!”
“Mhm”Suguru said, giving him a look, “it’s okay to be wrong sometimes”
“Nope”Satoru said, shaking his head, “Not me, i’m never wrong”
“Right”Suguru smiled, “Oh great Gojo-sama is never wrong”
Satoru frowned and punched his shoulder again.
“Ow”
“Don’t call me that”Satoru grumbled.
“What? gojo-sama?”Suguru teased and successfully dodged the next punch thrown his way.
“Quit it!”Satoru groaned, “We..we’re friends, you don’t have to call me that okay? It’s weird”
“I was just teasing,”Suguru amended, patting the white haired boy’s shoulder. “I won’t call you that anymore”
“Good,”Satoru said, quickly returning to his cheeky smile. “As long as I can call you Suguru-kun”
Suguru-kun. The dark-haired boy smiled and nodded. “Yes, yes you can”
Satoru’s grin broadened. “Well Suguru-kun, have you ever played digimon?”