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Curses were strange.
One might think it went without saying, but it really could not be overstated just how strange some curses were.
As beings comprised of the negative emotions of humanity, particularly fear and hate, they were always malevolent. From natural disasters to other people, fear and hate drove every Cursed Spirit any Jujutsu Sorcerer had recorded.
Gojo had a ton of experience with Cursed Spirits, despite his age. He’d fought all kinds, some bizarre in their nature, some little more than brute force entities.
Never, not once in his life, had he experienced such a strange Curse.
“So, he just… showed up, did the default dance, and left?” Gojo wondered if, perhaps, his student was insane.
…Wait, he ate Sukuna’s finger in a heartbeat.
“Yeah. It was weird, he said something about someone named Kenjaku? Said he refused to participate in a 189 month abortion.” Yuji scratched the back of his head, clearly nervous. As if he thought Gojo would be irritated with him over this.
“I… see. Well, that’s. Beyond concerning.” Gojo let out a chuckle. “But oh-so interesting as well…” Did Yuji realize that Curse seemed to be referring to him? Probably not, but it was likely better that way. Yuji didn’t need to learn a Curse was specifically after him… or worse, but no one was about to tell any of the kids that they may have a traitor. “Anything else?”
“Well… kinda? Nanami said he fought that spirit, but I didn’t see him leave. He said something about having to go home…” Yuji shrugged helplessly. “He didn’t sound hurt or anything, but…”
“Ah.” Gojo tried not to laugh. He knew very well why Nanami left. It was the same reason he suspected this Curse was more an agent of chaos than actively malicious. Not that he could actually say that, not with his experiences… Still, it was worth looking into. “Well, I think Nanami will be fine soon. He’ll… adjust.” Given Nanami had looked more alive than ever, Gojo fully expected Nanami to return sooner, rather than later.
“Well… as long as he’s okay.” Yuji pursed his lips. “I’ve got to check on Junpei.”
“Thats the witness, right?” Gojo hummed. It’d started as a fairly basic tracking mission, with the Cursed Spirit appearing in a theater and making… quite a scene.
It wasn’t every day a Cursed Spirit managed to swap peoples genders, then leave them alive.
Hilarious, but… very concerning.
“Well, looks like I have to get involved.” Gojo grinned despite himself. If nothing else, this would be amusing.
Mahito grinned as he walked Junpei home. Soon enough, his plan would come to fruition. He just needed a bit more time, and his goal would be complete… But, in the mean time, it might be a good idea to deal with that annoying sorcerer he vaguely remembered… It’d be funny, too!
“Are… you planning something, Mahito?” Junpei swallowed nervously. “Because I’m not… opposed, but-”
“Oh don’t you worry.” Mahito waved him off, but filed that information away for later. “I’ve got one of those sorcerers to deal with, is all. One will probably be coming to you soon anyway, but they’re friendly.” He shrugged, before pausing. “Actually, you know what?”
With a slap to the back, Junpei’s body shifted to be nearly a foot taller, and… well, Junpei became Junko.
If it just so happened that Junko was Yuji’s exact type, well… let no one ever say Mahito couldn’t be nice.
As Mahito leapt out the window, Junko’s mother stared in disbelief, not understanding why her son had become her daughter so suddenly. She glanced down at her drink, then back to Junko. “...So, that happened.”
Junko suddenly recalled that most people couldn’t see Mahito. And that meant it fell to Junko to explain everything.
…Was it odd she was more upset about that than the gender swapping?
Naoya barely stumbled to his feet, his entire body shaking with exhaustion.
He’d been stressed before. He’d had periods where he got his ass beat during training.
This wasn’t that. This was raw terror.
That Cursed Spirit, who happily introduced himself as Mahito, slaughtered so much of the Zen’in clan that Naoya wasn’t even sure if there were any left aside from him.
What was worse was that, according to the intel they’d had prior to his arrival, Mahito had already slaughtered the other clans, though there were far more survivors. Notably, the younger people, which gave Naoya a bit of hope… until Mahito kicked open his door and threw him around like a fucking ragdoll.
Nothing he did seemed to matter, either. Mahito healed from every possible wound, and Naoya… he was no Gojo. He wasn’t Yuta, either. He had a limited amount of energy, and he was rapidly approaching his limit. It was sheer spite that let him keep up this long, but he knew it wouldn’t last. Especially not since Mahito seemed entirely fresh.
“Oh, Naoya~” Mahito’s mad giggle echoed through the estate. “You’re done fighting, why not just accept your fate?”
Naoya was tempted to do just that. He’d tried everything. As if to prove his thoughts correct, his legs gave out, causing him to collapse to the ground with a solid ‘thud’.
“There you are!” Mahito burst through the wall, right next to Naoya. “No point running anymore!”
Naoya, at the end of his rope after several hours of avoiding this monster, closed his eyes, ready to accept his fate. He only hoped he bought enough time for the others to survive. As his heart slowly calmed down, acceptance of his death giving him a newfound calmness, he felt Mahito touch his head… and then nothing?
“What?” Naoya blinked. “What… what did you do? Why is my voice…?”
“Congratulations! It’s a girl! Well, you are now.” Mahito cackled. “Have fun with that. And with the artifacts I found, I can finally accomplish my real goal. Bye bye~”
Naoya stared at his… at her hands, confused. That was… unexpected.
She wasn’t sure if death would’ve been preferrable, but it wasn’t like she could ask Mahito for that now.
“Fuck.” God only knew how Maki and Mai would react.
Wait.
…Why did she feel more comfortable as a woman…
“FUCK!”
Yuji stared in disbelief at the Curse sitting across from him.
It’d been a very stupid decision to spend a night with Junko, but… well, he had a weakness for tall women with big asses. Nevermind that it would help the investigation. He still had no idea why Gojo left him by himself, but he’d still do what needed to be done.
“So…” Yuji began nervously. He thought Curses couldn’t be seen by normal people, and yet this one seemed to interact with Junko’s mom just fine… A bit too fine, given he’d walked out of her bedroom without a shirt on.
“So.” Mahito smiled smugly. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”
Yuji refused to answer.
“Heh.” Mahito only seemed to grow more smug at his silence. “Figured… Well, I’ve done what I set out to do, so I’ll probably just… have fun? Dunno. Not really interested in doing anything dumb.”
Yuji, lacking the experience and paranoia of most Jujutsu Sorcerers, simply tilted his head in confusion. “I thought all Curses were… ya know, murdery.”
“Mh… not all. Most sapient ones, but I’m a special case. Curses tend to spawn out of negative emotions of humanity. You could say I’m the Curse of Humanity, in that case.” Mahito shrugged. “Though most won’t believe me, so I’m probably not gonna stick around too much. Last thing I want is Gojo on my ass.”
“You know Gojo?”
“Of him, at least… I can handle a lot of people, already have in fact, but Gojo and Sukuna are two I don’t wanna deal with. They’re annoying.” Mahito grimaced.
“...Are you why he’s been busy?” Yuji narrowed his eyes.
“Yeah… about that…”
Gojo cackled louder than he’d ever laughed before, actually on the floor collapsed from the sheer hilarity of the sight before him.
Yuta crossed his arms, before lowering them back to his side upon realizing that doing so would only emphasize his new breasts even more. “It’s not funny.”
“Literally the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.” Gojo cackled louder.
“Hm…” Maki narrowed her eyes, staring at Yuta rather intensely.
Yuta swallowed nervously.
Gojo only laughed louder.