.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❝ you didn't say goodbye, and a part of me believes that means you're coming back ❞

[ First chapter! Hope you all enjoy! ]

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Nothing.

There was nothing, no form, no life, no voice. The darkness of the void surrounding the being in its endless slumber.

It... doesn't remember how it got there. It remembers a fight— there was a blinding glow when...

Y/N. Its mind supplies as the being blinks slowly. Right. Y/N. It's— no, her name is Y/N. She... She was fighting a sorcerer when...

E/C eyes fly wide open, star-shaped pupils darting around the dimly lit room she finds herself in. Not even realizing the other figure in the room as her eyes scan across the talisman covering the room.

Y/N's lips twitch down into an off-put frown, "That's... excessive..."

A sudden laugh makes Y/N jump, and she turns to look towards the noise as her eyes land on an unfamiliar man who's sitting backward in a chair, bright white hair contrasting the yellow-tinted room.

"...Why are you sitting like that?" Y/N asks flatly, deadpanning at the man before remembering the situation again. "Wait— Who are you? Where am I?"

"Gojo Satoru." The man— Gojo, apparently —answers with an unfaltering grin, a playful lilt to his voice, "And where you are doesn't matter, because you, L/N Y/N," The man points a finger at Y/N as she blinks at the mention of her first name (Normally only Sukuna and Uraume use her first name...), "are going to be executed."

Y/N stares at Gojo silently for a couple of seconds before his words catch up to her as she panics, "Wait! Executed?!"

"Yup!" Gojo confirms, popping the 'p' as his lips curve into a grin. "However, it's been suspended." Gojo adds as Y/N frowns at the man, confused.

"Suspended?"

"I'll explain. You've been sealed and held here for around a thousand years—" Gojo ignores Y/N's startled screech of 'a thousand years?!' "—And you were awoken for one reason."

Y/N stares at Gojo apprehensively, unsure if she wants to hear what he has to say. Unfortunately for Y/N, he continues anyway.

"Ryomen Sukuna has a vessel." Y/N freezes at Gojo's words, mouth opening and closing for a moment.

"He..." Y/N can't seem to make out any other words as her mouth clicks shut.

Y/N had been attacked sealed a couple of years after Sukuna had been defeated and sealed in his twenty fingers.

"And we want you to help his vessel collect his fingers. Hey! You'll even get to be executed along with him if you want!" Gojo adds energetically as Y/N simply stares at the ground.

"Does..." Y/N trails off for a moment before rushing the words out before she can think twice on it, "Does he— Sukuna —know I'm alive?"

"No." Gojo answers as Y/N lets out a defeated sigh, "In the case you reject the offer, you'd be executed here, immediately."

"Though I wouldn't recommend it!" Gojo adds more cheerfully as Y/N sweatdrops at the sorcerer who was casually talking about her (second) death.

"If... If I accept, then... I'll get to meet him again, right...?" Y/N mumbles hesitantly, glancing off to the side at one of the talisman-covered walls.

"Of course." Gojo nods.

"Then... I'll accept." Y/N agrees quietly before looking up at Gojo, "I'll help his vessel collect his fingers."

"Great to hear!"

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Y/N stumbles just a few steps behind Gojo as the two walk into an odd building reeking of death. Y/N grimaces at the smell, it was always an unpleasant scent to her, contrast to Sukuna, who seemed to savor it.

"Wait outside!" Gojo tells the curse before pushing a seemingly random door open as Y/N catches a glimpse inside the room, eyes latching onto a boy with peach hair, a familiar presence surrounding him.

Sukuna... Y/N shifts nervously where she stood, knowing the older curse probably won't be happy to see her like this; helping sorcerers...

But he doesn't seem to be in control now. Y/N quickly notices, watching as the boy clenches his fists while looking down at the ashes of someone (a relative or friend?).

The door shuts before she can look at the vessel further, Y/N letting out a shaky breath as she fidgets with her hands nervously.

After a minute or two of awkward silence with herself, there was an overwhelming familiar presence that didn't last more than a few seconds before it disappeared.

Y/N watches as a black-haired boy walks up to the door, casting an unreadable look towards Y/N, who shortly bows her head at him in greeting, expression uncomfortable due to being unsure of how to interact with people.

Maybe it had been unhealthy that she only truly interacted with Sukuna and Uraume on a level more than acquaintances, but they were easy to talk to. It was comfortable around them...

"—Make sure you're packed by the end of the day." A voice cuts her from her thoughts as Y/N looks at the door, watching as Gojo starts to open it.

"We're going somewhere?" The vessel asks as Y/N notices the door creaking open, make a panicked decision to duck behind the wall before the vessel could see her.

The door open as the black-haired boy walks in, simply answering, "Tokyo."

"Fushiguro! You're looking good!" The vessel exclaims brightly.

"You think so after seeing this?" She hears the black-haired boy ask as Y/N sweatdrops, remembering the bandaids littering his face along with a large bandage wrapped around his head. "You're going to transfer to the same school for jujutsu sorcerers I attend."

"Huh?"

"By the way, you're the third first-year."

"Only three?!"

"Three, plus someone special!" Y/N hears Gojo say, a sense of foreboding washing over her before she was swiftly grabbed by the back of the purple cloth wrapped around her neck, getting pulled into the room as she gives a defeated sigh.

"...Hi." Y/N looks at the two sheepishly as she frees herself from Gojo's hold, playing with the black bandage wrappings around her arm.

"I'm... L/N Y/N. Call me Y/N, please." Y/N looks away from the two, unable to hold eye contact anymore. "I'm here to help the vessel collect Sukuna's fingers..."

"Oh! Neat." The vessel says as Y/N restrains a startled flinch, looking over at him, "Though call me Itadori Yuji, calling me 'the vessel' would be awkward..."

"Right! Sorry!" Y/N bows, unable to hide her panic, "I just- I don't— ugh... I'm sorry..."

Itadori looks at Y/N with a warm smile, "It's alright! Don't worry about it!"

"...You're nice, Itadori." Y/N mumbles, looking up at Itadori with an almost melancholic look before tearing her gaze away to look at the ground again.

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"Tokyo Jujutsu High School." Gojo starts as the three make their way through the entrance of the building, "It's one of only two jujutsu educational facilities. On the surface, it's known as a private religious school. Many jujutsu sorcerers continue to use it as a base after graduation, so it's a pillar of the jujutsu community not just in education, but for support and mediation in missions."

"Anyway, you're about to have an interview with the principal." Gojo explains vaguely to Itadori.

"The principal?"

"Screw it up and he could reject your admission, so go all-out." Gojo shrugs with an nonchalant smile, as though it wasn't a big deal that the two could get executed immediately if they failed.

"Huh?!" Itadori and Y/N startle simultaneously.

"And what then? Immediate execution?!" Yuji questions, pointing towards himself.

"You didn't say anything about that!" Y/N holds her hands to her chest worriedly, mentally spiraling, She didn't know! She should've mentally prepared herself!

"What?" A jeering voice cuts in as the three freeze, "So you're not the boss? Any hierarchy other than strength is worthless."

Y/N's head swivels towards Itadori, eyes widening at the sight of a mouth on the boy's cheek.

Before Y/N can fully process it, Itadori slaps a hand over his cheek, silencing the curse as he looks at the two apologetically, "Sorry, sensei, Y/N. He pops out sometimes."

"What an amusing body you have now." Gojo simply comments with a grin as Y/N looks away from Itadori with regret, fidgeting with her hands.

"I owe you a favor or two, you know." Sukuna appears on the back of Itadori's hand, "Once I make this brat's body my own, you'll be the first one I kill!"

"It's an honor to be targeted by Sukuna." Gojo looks forward again with his same smile.

"This guy's really that famous?" Itadori asks, looking at Gojo curiously.

"You have no idea." Y/N's lips twitch up into a small smile as she looks at Itadori only to freeze momentarily, under his normal golden ones, red eyes stare back at her for a moment before closing again.

Neither of the two seemed to take notice of the eyes. Actually, Y/N pauses to cast a glance to Gojo with a small frown, He probably did...

If Gojo did (which Y/N doesn't doubt), he didn't show any signs of it as he starts to explains, "Ryomen Sukuna is a fierce imaginary god with four arms and two faces. But he's actually a human that really existed, though it was over a thousand years ago."

"In the golden age of jujutsu, sorcerers gathered up all their might to challenge him and failed. Crowned with the title of Sukuna, we couldn't even destroy his grave wax as he traversed the ages after death as a cursed object. Without a doubt, he is the king of curses."

"He only had one face." Y/N corrects with a confused frown at Gojo, "I mean... there was a mouth on his stomach but I wouldn't count it as a face... or— Oh!" Y/N blinks in realization. "That wooden mask! That actually makes more sense..."

"Huh?" Itadori looks at Y/N in confusion as she quickly looks away sheepishly, fidgeting with her hands.

"Well, Y/N here would know!" A hand wraps itself around her shoulders as Y/N casts a glance up at Gojo before looking away again, "She was, after all, good friends with him!"

"A-Ah... Well that's..." Y/N shifts nervously, unable to look at Itadori.

"What? Really?!" Itadori sounded shocked and impressed (as though the idea of anyone being friends with him was an unaccomplishable feat), but Y/N couldn't see his expression as she looks firmly on the ground.

"Actually, she had her own title for a while, but it's hard find references too now." Gojo says casually as Y/N jumps, looking up at him startled.

"What?!"

"Yeah, they were worded differently, but overall constantly mentioning 'the queen of the void.'"

"Oh god..." Y/N buries her head in her hands mortified as she let's out a muffled sound of frustration. I did everything in my power to not be apart of history, I was barely ever seen with Sukuna! Aaah... this is the worst! Y/N thinks miserably.

"So who's stronger, you or Sukuna?" Itadori suddenly asks, Y/N mentally thanking the boy as he switches the subject and saves what's left of her sanity.

"Well..." Gojo starts to walk towards the building in front of them again, "If Sukuna regained all of his power, it might be a little draining."

"Would you lose?" Itadori asks as Gojo continues forward, his smile unfaltering.

"I'd win."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❝ 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖. 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄. 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❞