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Suguru hadn’t expected anything to go wrong. Everything went fine, Amanai was safe, she had gone to the aquarium, had learned how it feels to really be alive,and learned how it feels to be with someone you love.
She had really wanted to live, until the bullet ripped those words out of her throat, the same words which came to the tip of her tongue, were gone, because of what she was seen as by the fucking jujustu society.
Just a vessel.
And then, everything else came back to Suguru, that monkey, the words which he had told about him, the way he kicked his face, had slashed him with–.
I’ve killed Gojo Satoru
Oh…
Suguru woke up panting, and realized he wasn't in those rubble, wasn't covered in blood,feeling his life slip away drip by drip. He wasn't at the tomb, where Amanai was–
Where Amanai was dead…
His gaze landed on Shoko, who was smoking, finally turning back at him. Then his hand automatically went to his bare chest, feeling only the traces of where the injury had been, and he remembered that monkey’s words, which he’d do anything to never have heard in the first place.
I’ve killed Gojo Satoru
Suguru felt the oxygen in his chest leave, “Shoko..” He gasped, panicked,”t-that curse user said he killed Satoru, there's no way that he did, right, Satoru’s here right–”
Shoko dropped her cigarette, eyes widening. “Satoru isn't here! That means it could be true, Suguru fuck, we gotta go now!” She sputtered, immediately getting on her feet, heels clicking while so, painfully, as starting to run. Suguru wasn't going to stay there either, he got on his feet and started running and running and running, in a way Shoko never saw him run, but he didn't care, all that went in his head was that…
Satoru could be dead
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The smell of iron was strong, way too strong, the type of smell which will make one’s gut scream to get away, twisting your thoughts and make it worse, to make one gag and run, to make you basically taste it in your own mouth, but despite all, in Suguru’s mind was that satoru could be dead.
He was in denial, Satoru’s the strongest, he’s Satoru fucking Gojo, there’s no way that monkey could’ve beaten him, killed him.
But then they saw, was red, bright red starting to become a shade of crimson…
And between that was white hair.
Satoru…
His legs were twisted in the wrong angle, body slashed through, bled so much that there was nothing left to bleed, head stabbed, leaving a sick hole in where someone beautiful was with him just hours before, hair stuck with dry blood, any of the white patches left where now a sickening depressing grey.
And oh his eyes…
The bright blue on a sunny day, the blue when Amanai was playing with him, and was so so alive, is turned into a pale blue grey, lifeless, staring at the sky which was still bright, mocking him while he had died a slow, painful death.
Alone…
Suguru kept running, kneeling next to Satoru not caring about the stench of blood, and the blood slowly seeping into his pants, sticking onto his skin. He shakes him as if he’s going to wake up, going to be Satoru and be like ‘I was just joking, you crying Suguru?’.
But they knew the truth, Satoru’s gone…
And hot tears stung his eyes, as he brought his hand to Satoru’s half lidded eyes staring at nothing, slowly closing them, knowing, he’ll never see the eyes so bright and full of joy again, the eyes he’ll remember every time he looks at the sky, even if it rains, even if it snows, which felt like a curse and blessing.
Shoko couldn't bring herself to light the cigarette in her mouth, and felt it fall… and at that moment, the higher up’s voices, Yaga’s voice, no one’s voice mattered.
It was only the stupidly annoying one, who calls her short on a daily basis, who steals her cig packets in order to not smoke, and who cared with his whole heart gone…
She really didn't feel like crying, she’d seen so many dead people, but what was different here is that she didn't feel numb at all, she felt the pain silently crawling through her veins, haunting her from the inside.
But something they both knew that day was that.
Their blue sky was gone