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“Hey Sukuna! I hear there’s a rumor of you needing a new personal hitman!” Sukuna partially turns his head when he hears that grating voice belonging to the one and only Gojo Satoru—the alpha head of the Gojo syndicate.
“I never gave you any permission to address me by my first name, Gojo. And what would you know about any assassin that could ever meet my standards?” Sukuna says dismissively.
“Awww cheer up Suku! We’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves at this get together!” Gojo chirps.
Sukuna grits his teeth at the earripping nickname. “Enjoy my ass, I do not want to be here. People in this field are not meant to meet up and have a grand time with each other.” The alpha was right, it would be unheard of to see a mansion full of different leaders and members from all sorts of gangs, syndicates, and clans partying, but this time somehow this ball was organized by who gods know, probably this idiot Gojo for all that Sukuna knows when he got the invitation shown to him by Uruame.
“Well, you’re here now, so suck it up! I want to introduce you to someone special that you will totally fall in love with!” Gojo says excitedly while he quickly waves his arms, most likely catching the attention of that person he wants to show Sukuna. Sukuna rolls his eyes, and sets down the glass of wine he was holding. He suddenly sees a pinkhead in his peripheral vision briskly come to Gojo’s side. Heads turned while the pinkette walked towards them, some out of curiosity, some in awe, and some were lustful. This pinkette wore a simple, but beautiful yukata, as it was summer time, in a light blue shade with pink sakura petals and with gold trimming throughout the garment, he was absolutely breathtaking to everyone in that room, as he was a stark contrast with everyone else wearing darker or neutral shades of suits and traditional clothing.
“You called for me, Gojo-sensei?” The pinkette asks softly. An omega, Sukuna concludes from the sweet peach honey scent he gets from the boy. Usually anyone would wear scent patches or repress their scent to cover their scent, but for this event, it was unnecessary as most of the people here were alphas and some beta henchmen. It was very unusual for an omega to be in a room full of these types of people such as himself.
“Here’s my precious little student! Suku, I want you to meet my very adorable, lovable, and precious student—Yuuji!” Gojo gleefully gestures towards this Yuuji boy. Sukuna observed the boy next to Gojo, he was awfully tiny compared to him and the other alpha. Initially, he thought that he was just one of Gojo’s flings since Gojo was never one afraid to show off what was his and this was an omega, but this one was different. The pinkette was wearing a mask, a telling sign that he was a member of the Gojo syndicate where they all wore masks when they did their dirty business or just as part of their daily attire, just as Gojo would wear his blindfold when he did his work, but this mask was unusual. While the members of the Gojo syndicate usually wore kitsune masks, the pinkette wore a tiger mask. One with a beautiful shade of maroon, showing almost a slight resemblance to Sukuna’s dark hair, and with shiny gold markings, marking the tiger’s stripes. Sukuna was admittedly in awe, not only by the magnificent quality of the mask, nor the charming and pleasing allure of the boy’s golden eyes peeking through the mask, but because he knew who exactly this boy was—the renowned assassin of the Gojo syndicate, known as the Phantom Tiger.
Almost everyone in this criminal line of work has heard of the Phantom Tiger. Although he was a well-known assassin, he has never been caught or arrested for his devious crimes due to the fact that he was very skilled. Yuuji himself was trained at a very young age on how to defend himself by his grandpa, the only family member he had left before he unfortunately passed away due to old age. Before he passed, his grandpa gave Yuuji under the supervision of the Gojo clan, where Gojo immediately grew attached to him and saw great potential in Yuuji in hopes he would become a great asset to his syndicate where they specialized in assassination. The news reported mysterious killings of highly influential businessmen and dealers throughout Japan, and it was all hypothesized to be done by the same person. The reason was because each of the murders had the victim have their major organs taken out, however their bodies were found neatly and almost like they were never killed since their bodies were always stitched back up. Medical examiners would also find poison left in some of these bodies for some reason. There was not a single trace of DNA or evidence to detect who could have done it. No one knew who had committed these crimes, however, in the criminal world, all eyes turned towards Gojo, since he would always boast and brag about his little tiger being his most terrifying member and he also had the most resources out of every syndicate, especially in the organ department. He even helped Sukuna get out of a tricky situation he had with a customer when one of his former underlings had recklessly lost the kidneys he had for them.
“Hello Suku-sama! It’s very nice to meet you! I’ve heard lots about you from Gojo-sensei!” Yuuji cheerfully greets the bigger man. This Gojo bastard, thinking he can call me whatever he pleases, I’ll have his head one day, Sukuna thinks. However, the name coming out of the omega’s lips was nothing short of pleasing and charming. But his thoughts quickly change to look at the omega’s ever so friendly looking eyes, they were big and shiny, and the boy made a sudden hops during his greeting, most likely due the excitement of meeting one of Gojo’s friends, well however Gojo viewed their relationship to be. Cute, Sukuna thought. The boy would definitely make a great pet for Sukuna to keep for himself, but he knew better than to think that this friendly facade was the only part of the pinkette’s personality. He knew that Yuuji was a cold blooded killer, who was definitely graceful while careful during his work, it’s no wonder it took Gojo this long to debut his prized possession for everyone else to see. And at that moment Sukuna wanted the omega to be his, no matter what. He might as well try to get a mate as well as his own personal hitman, that was saying wasn’t it, to kill two birds with one stone, right?
Sukuna chuckles softly, “It’s a great pleasure to meet you, Yuuji.”