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THE UNLIMITED VOID

Chapter 2

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Suffering, regret, shame: the negative feelings of humans become curses that plague our daily lives. Satoru Gojo, the powerful jujutsu sorcerer destabilized the scales of power, but nature always finds a way for there to be balance. This is a wild game of survival. Satoru sees that look in her eyes as if she knows his secrets and lies, and he knows there is nowhere to run from all this damage.

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: Fluff and Angst, Drama & Romance, Witch Curses, Jujutsu Kaisen Manga Spoilers, Pre-Shibuya Incident Arc (Jujutsu Kaisen), Blood and Violence, Crime Scenes, Investigations, Paranormal Investigators, Strong Female Characters, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage, NSFW.

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The Powerful One

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲.

— Yes, Hitori — she huffed once again impatiently. — I can identify a jujutsu sorcerer when I see one and he was no ordinary one. I'm pretty sure who he is... — She stopped for a moment as she drank the rest of her coffee. — If I'm right, you shouldn't come to Canterbury.

Hitori grunted on the other side of the phone.

— I know you hate being alone. I don't like it either — she took a deep breath. — But as long as I don't know what he's doing here, I can't take the risk of him seeing you. — I'll be fine, believe me. Please don't be so stubborn and stay at the hotel.

She hung up the phone.

"Great, because I didn't have enough problems to deal with already" — she thought.

She put her hand in her coat pocket and held up the flask to make sure it was still there.

𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲.

𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

— So? — Harrison lit a cigarette. — Is that one of the damn things?

Luce showed him the small flask.

— Probably — she sat down on the bench in front of the building. — Sorry, but you'll have to make up a whole story now.

The inspector puffed the smoke and then exhaled it.

— I'm relieved that we don't have a homicidal maniac loose around here cutting people apart... — he bent over and sat down next to her. — But this supernatural stuff is sucks.

Luce let out a muffled laugh and agreed.

— Everything about it is really sucks. — she looked up at the sky. — Those other two cases might be connected to this one too.

— Holy shit... — He scratched his temple. — What answer will I give to the families?

— Sorry, I have nothing this time... — Luce closed her eyes trying to think of something. — I wanted to at least close this case for the families.

The inspector glared at her.

— You can't find a less painful way — He paused for a moment. — The cases have not been reported on major channels, so no one should revisit the subject. At least not yet.

— The families want justice as well as a reason. The grieving will hurt forever, I just hope that sometimes I can give them some relief, even if only momentarily.

Another wave of smoke has been released.

— Find out who or what did this and continue doing your work — He put his hand on the young woman's shoulder. — It's a burden, I know. But this kind of business sometimes makes us lose our empathy and sensitivity. Don't lose that, miss.

Luce smiled.

— I know. I won't lose it. — she looked at him. — And you should quit smoking, it will kill you.

Harrison let out a loud laugh.

— At my age, miss... Anything can kill me.

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲.

She lost all sense of time sitting on the lawn of Westgate Gardens, checking photos and waiting for Harrison's call about the results of the victims' exams. The girl who had been found in a putrefying state was missing part of her spine, so she definitely had not died the same way as the early morning victim.

The fact that a jujutsu sorcerer had appeared in town didn't help either, they definitely wouldn't be sloppy if they wanted to kill someone. Luce didn't trust them, if it were a comparison, she would trust a curse more than a sorcerer.

She had her reasons and they were not a few.

She decided to go for a walk in the High Street, maybe she would meet the sorcerer again.

It had been a few hours since Luce had entered Canterbury Cathedral and she felt that he was following her. She sat down on one of the chairs and waited until the man with the dark glasses sat down next to her.

And so he did.

— Beautiful, don't you think? The Gothic style — she said as she admired the stained glass windows. — Canterbury Cathedral was founded in five hundred and ninety-seven, can you believe it? But it was completely rebuilt in one thousand seventy-seven.

— I've never had much time to visit historical places. — he answered. — But you are right. It is beautiful.

— In one thousand one hundred and seventy Archbishop Thomas Becket was murdered by the knights of King Henry the Second — she said. — This ended up making the cathedral a place of pilgrimage because of Becket's shrine. But after the English reformation King Henry the Eighth ordered the shrine to be destroyed.

— This one I know, the guy from the Church of England — he smiled. — The divorce man.

Luce was silent.

— Good thing the famous Satoru Gojo is not just a pretty face - she said. — You were following me, why?

A smile formed on Satoru's face.

— So, do you think I have a pretty face? — he leaned back slouched in his chair.

— Why are you here? — Luce finally stared at him.

— I'm hearing about the history of the Cathedral — he said with a wry smile. — You're a great guide. And very beautiful.

She kept waiting for an answer. Her expression was as serious as ever and she was trying to remain as calm as possible.

— All right... — he sighed. — But I should at least know your name, you know mine.

— You already know my name — she narrowed her eyes at him. — In the cafeteria.

He laughed.

— Yes, I know — he adjusted his glasses. — But I wanted to hear it from you. — Her expression remained unchanged. — Here —he held out his hand to her. — Satoru Gojo, pleasure.

Luce arched her eyebrows and stared at his hand.

— Come, be polite. We are in the house of the Lord — he pointed to the ambo in front of them and laughed.

She sighed wearily and squeezed his hand.

— Luce Amaryllis...

— That's a lovely name. It suits you.

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

— I'm looking for a cursed object — he said. — Did you see something?

At least he didn't seem to be after her — she thought. And she had nowhere else to run, if she had to face him, so be it.

— I don't know — she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the bottle. — But I found this today.

Satoru looked at the flask and saw the object emitting cursed energy.

— Where did you find this? — he asked.

— It was inside the stomach of a young girl — she explained. — At least what was left of it. The police found the body this morning in one of the canals of the Stour River.

Satoru frowned.

— It doesn't seem to be a cursed object to me... — he seemed to be studying the situation. — You are not a sorceress... No, are you? Should I be suspicious?

Luce gave a cynical laugh.

— I should suspect you — she said seriously. — And you're right, I'm not part of that nasty bastards

Satoru looked surprised and let out an outrageous laugh.

The people in the cathedral looked at him in annoyance.

— You're really interesting — he crossed his arms. — Do you hate us?

— I have my reasons — she answered.

— I don't disagree with you — he became serious for a moment. — Those old people are really nasty bastards.

Luce sighed.

— Well, usually when one of you shows up I leave — she thought for a moment. — But I know you won't leave me alone, so let's get this over with.

Satoru smiled and watched her get up.

— Come on, I have things to show you — she picked up her bag and headed for the exit. — And I'm out of time.

Satoru followed her but not before laughing mischievously.

— What kind of things will you show me? — he put his hands in his pockets. — I deserve at least one date first. I'm a romantic man you know.

She paused for a moment, anger overflowing from her eyes.

— Are you always like this? — she asked.

Satoru gave her an innocent look.

— I'm afraid so. — he shook his shoulders. — It's a charming thing.

— It's pure hateful — she said drily, and continued walking.

She didn't notice, but he was smiling.

𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕪𝕠 𝕄𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟 𝕂𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕤𝕒𝕚 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝

Suzume Miyamoto was fifteen years old and a first year high school student in Kokusai. She had a relatively normal life, and I say relatively because she had the ability to see curses. However, she was very good at hiding this fact ever since she began to see them.

Her father was always traveling for work, so she was raised by different people, but as soon as she turned fifteen she started living alone. Her mother had died as soon as she was born, and this made her father focus much more on work, and she couldn't even blame him. She knew he would do anything for her and worked mainly to provide them with a comfortable life. They got along well, not close of course, but whenever he returned to Japan they spent most of their time together.

Suzume was an exceptional student. She got good grades, was responsible and very applied. She participated every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon in the kyudo club, the art of japanese archery. And today was one of those days.

Class was over and she was more than looking forward to her training.

Until everything turned out to be wrong.

She felt an overpowering sensation hit the dojo, giving her goose bumps, and before she could say anything to her classmates — the explosion happened.

A creature full of eyes and immensely large emerged before her. Its feet seemed to have been driven into the ground and Suzume could not move, her classmates screamed desperately for help and some tried to run for the exit. The girl watched as the creature rolled its eyes in the direction of the two boys who were running to the back closet and before she could think of anything — she ran straight into the creature.

— Suzume! — one of the girls yelled after her.

— Go get help! Hurry! — she yelled back. — I'll buy some time.

The girl then ran through the exit - screaming for help.

"Buy some time? What the hell was she thinking, she could get killed." A voice echoed in her mind.

She didn't know why she was doing this, but she couldn't stop her legs. And as if she didn't fear death, she picked up one of the chairs and slammed it into the creature's back. Angered, the curse roared and ran towards the creature so fast that Suzume could barely think before the thing hit her and threw her over the side of the dojô.

Suzume felt as if her head was going to explode and her whole body numb. She was able to open her eyes and see that the two boys had succeeded in hiding in the closet in time, but unfortunately the other two girls were in the corner of the dojô cowering and the curse was running right at them.

Suzume Miyamoto needed to do something and quickly.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

— It is a grade 2 curse. We moved everyone out with the excuse that the school was leaking gas — explained Ijichi. — But unfortunately there were students inside the dojo in the back lot. An approximate six students.

Nanami Kento sighed tiredly.

— Okay. I'm coming in. — He fixed his glasses and tie.

As he approached the place he could feel the cursed energy. He saw a student running towards him.

— Please... — she spoke breathlessly. — Help me.

— Everything is going to be alright. You need to leave now... — he explained calmly.

The girl agreed, but before she could leave she pulled him by the sleeve of his suit.

— My friends are there," there were tears in her eyes. — Suzume is fighting that thing alone.

He frowned.

Then he ran into the dojô.

𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕪𝕠 𝕄𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟 𝕂𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕤𝕒𝕚 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝

𝐃𝐨𝐣𝐨.

She saw one of her fallen arrows beside her and a flash crossed her mind — giving her the only possible idea at that moment. She spotted one of the long bows in the rubble a few feet from where she stood and in an act of desperation she ran as fast as she could and grabbed the weapon.

Suzume clung to the desperation that the creature had reached the two girls and without hesitation she lined up the single arrow on the bow, lengthened the string and determined her target. As soon as she released the string and the arrow flew like a bolt of lightning, a purple lightning flashed around the arrow and as the creature grabbed one of the girls the arrow hit one of her eyes.

The girl fell with a thud to the ground.

Now the purple light was consuming the entire curse and she roared with rage.

Nanami Kento had entered the dojo just as the arrow had been shot. And he was stunned when he saw the girl using cursed energy and even more surprised when in fact the curse had been exorcised.

Suzume was astonished — the creature was gone.

Everyone from inside the dojô had now run outside, leaving only her in the middle of the room and the man.

Nanami walked over to the arrow that had been used and when he touched it he felt an electric shock run through his fingers.

"An innate technique?" — He thought.

— How long have you been able to do that? — he asked her.

Suzume was brought out of her state of shock by the voice of the man in front of her.

— Huh? - she was confused.

— You exorcised the curse — he explained. — Is this the first time?

— Curse? Is that what they call it?

Nanami sighed wearily. He would have a lot to explain.

𝕋𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕠 ℝ𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕠𝕛𝕚 𝕕𝕖 𝕐𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚, 𝕁𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕠.

Reiko Ohara, fifteen years old and heiress to the Ohara clan. A family somewhat removed from the larger sorcerers families. The Ohara preserved their Buddhist spiritual doctrine and did not like to participate in the conflicts of the jujutsu world, but inevitably sometimes they had to get involved - even if they had so little influence.

— Do I really have to go? - Reiko lamented. — Can't I go only next year?

Hana Ohara, her mother smiled.

— I'm sorry dear, but it's already done. — she tucked a strand of her daughter's hair behind her ear. — We can no longer remain indifferent.

Reiko agreed sadly.

— I know. But to think that I'll be away from you... — she said in a tearful voice. — What if I'm no good for that kind of thing?

Hana held her daughter's hands and looked into her eyes.

— You are more than capable, dear," her voice was sweet and gentle. — Your father would be proud. You've been working hard on your training and I know you'll be more than fine. — She caressed his daughter's cheeks as he wiped away her tears.

— I'm going to miss our little walks here at the temple. — said the girl.

— I will too. But I will visit you as often as possible, okay?

Reiko smiled.

— That's fine...

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲.

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Violet was looking curiously at the two customers sitting at the table near the window as she tried to prepare their orders. It was a funny thing, was she watching that kind of romance at first sight? The customer from earlier today seemed quite interested about Miss Luce when he saw her come into the coffee shop this afternoon, and now they seemed to be having a date.

The blonde let out a short excited laugh thinking it was adorable.

But the truth was that Luce would rather be sifting through crime scenes and dead bodies than sitting at the table with a jujutsu sorcerer, and especially when that sorcerer was the famous Satoru Gojo.

Luce might be completely nonchalant and would constantly stray from any path where there was a sorcerer, however, she never stopped informing herself about them. Curse users used to talk a lot and information was something she always presided over. It is impossible that once involved in this parallel world where one can see and use cursed energy, you have not heard about the all powerful Satoru Gojo, the man with the six eyes. A sorcerer so powerful that he unsettled the scales of power in the jujutsu world.

In addition to having been given such powers, it seemed that the universe loved him and blessed him with unusual beauty. Obviously even in this broken and dirty jujutsu world people were talking about his appearance and how the Gojo clan had received the greatest gift from heaven. The perfect child — responsible for all the curse users hiding and the absurd growth of curses.

Luce realized on her short walk down the High Street to the Valley Coffee House that even the most ordinary human could be charmed by the appearance of the man next to her. She had experienced a similar situation with Vesper, but it was a natural beauty... There was absolutely nothing natural about Satoru Gojo. She didn't need to use her skills to know that he was on another level, however, something about this particular figure made her disturbed.

She had never really believed in this; from her own experience, she knew that everything could come to an end. However, was this man in front of her really an all powerful being? She could feel the density of his presence and the weight his aura carried, but it made something inside her turn around — wanting to prove that this man could also fall.

Satoru on the other hand, kept wondering how in his entire existence as a sorcerer, he hadn't heard about her. How had something like this been hidden all this time? He was curious, but most of all dazzled for the first time in a long time. Was there really someone of his level?

Ever since he had a simple dazzle with his six eyes on the woman in front of him, he hadn't stopped thinking about it. Was she the threat that intelligence had detected, but they didn't know what it was exactly? It would make sense. But no, Satoru had a very good sense of judgment about people and that woman definitely didn't seem to be the threat of the moment. However, she could really be a threat if she wanted to be.

He put his hand on hir chin and stared at her taking the laptop out of her purse.

— Just ask — she said, breaking the silence — or stop looking at me like that.

He smiled.

— Why do you think I wanna ask you something?

— Because I'm not stupid —she opened the computer screen. — And you're restless.

— I'm restless? - he asked curiously.

She typed something on the keyboards and answered.

— You talk too shamelessly — she began. — You haven't stopped with the stupid jokes along the way and now you're annoyingly quiet while you wrinkle your forehead at me — she explained. — You want to ask something and you are thinking about what you want to ask. Otherwise you wouldn't have followed me as soon as I left the cafeteria earlier.

At no point did she look in his direction.

Satoru Gojo smiled broadly this time.

— You are really good," he clapped his hands together. —But I didn't follow you when you left the café.

She looked into his eyes, and saw her reflection in the dark lenses of his glasses.

— You're right, you didn't follow me — she crossed her hands. — You tracked me. It's certainly different.

He widened his eyes.

— How's that?

— I went to Westgate Garden and you took your time getting out of here. You didn't see which way I went. But coincidentally you waited for me near the Cathedral because you knew exactly where I was going to pass, that side of the Cathedral is not known by tourists. — She explained calmly as if it was obvious.

— Who said I didn't know it? — he had an amused smile on his lips. — And how did you know it took me so long to get out of here?

— The answer is simple, because you ordered a frappé coffee and a berliner ballen. — she flashed a winning smile that could go unnoticed, but obviously would not go unnoticed by Satoru Gojo.

— What? — he hadn't understood, but he was excited.

— You asked for the same thing I did, but you didn't make the request while I was still here. So you did it when I left and Violet can be fast, but not too fast. This suggests that you didn't know half of the candy and didn't want to waste time choosing, because you needed to find me. So you know almost nothing here. Much less shortcuts.

Satoru was impressed.

— How do you know this?

— Because I love berliner ballen and frappé — she answered. — And together they make a very unique scent. I smelled it as soon as you sat down next to me in the Cathedral. And well, the fact that you had, even subtly, berliner ballen cream on the corner of your lip also helped.

Satoru brought his fingers to the corner of his mouth and wiped.

— You let me walk around with that on my face? And you didn't even warn me?

She shrugged.

— You're mean," and let out a laugh.

Just then Violet approached the table with the orders.

— Here it is," she put the drinks on the table — English tea for the young lady and a hazelnut milkshake for you — she smiled. — If you need anything else, please call me.

— Thank you, Violet — Luce replied with a smile on her face.

Satoru nodded slightly in thanks.

— Let me show you the victims," Luce said as she turned the laptop so that the man could see. — The first was Joyce Miller, a twenty year-old girl who disappeared a few days ago. — On the computer screen you could see the unfortunate corpse of a dark-haired girl. — Her mother contacted me, but unfortunately I can't always attend to everyone so I left the police on their own. But I felt that there was something strange in the story, so I wanted to be informed if they found anything...

— And they did," she took another sip of her milkshake. — Her dead body, though.

Luce agreed.

— Joyce's mother reported that she had been acting strange the days before she disappeared. I asked if she might have met someone, since in many cases it could always be a new flirt. A guy she met and in the end, well... It could be nothing more than a murderer. — Luce took a sip of her tea and continued. — But as in most cases, she didn't know.

Satoru listened attentively.

— Her body was found yesterday, it is estimated that she died around ten thirty at night. She was found in an alley in London, exactly as in the photo — She zoomed into the image on the screen. — And as you can see, there is not a single trace of cursed energy.

—- Then why are we looking at a poor girl's dead body?

Luce sighed.

— Because of this... — she indicated a specific spot on the image. — See? Her hand was ripped off.

Satoru moved closer to the screen and frowned.

— Yes, I see..., but what about it?

— If you be patient, I'll get to it. - She informed. — Now, the second victim. Emilia Clark, twenty-five years old, dead three days ago, but her body was found yesterday afternoon by her mother — She clicked one of the keypad buttons and the image changed. — That was her condition.

— This looks closer to the work of a curse," Satoru said. — Shredded bodies are usually quite common. That's in the best case scenarios.

Luce again agreed.

— It turns out that she wasn't exactly shredded and there is no trace of cursed energy — her voice came out in a more serious tone. — Despite the advanced stage of decomposition, if we zoom in — she zoomed in on the image. — You can see the cuts. And once again notice — she moved the mouse arrow to the victim's back. — She is missing a part of her spine.

Satoru looked thoughtful.

— If you compare the two victims — she put the images next to each other. — Can you identify the similarity?

— I really don't like to think too much. — went back to drinking his milkshake.

— You don't take anything seriously, do you? — she said impatiently. — I knew it.

She was about to get up.

— Oi! - Satoru grabbed her hand before she could close the laptop. — I'm just kidding, dear. It's just that analyzing corpses isn't really what I do. Please, continue.

She calmed down.

— Okay - still with a suspicious look on her face. — The similarities are the cuts, they are the same. That is, the same tool; an axe.

— It was a human, so... — Satoru put one of his fingers over his chin.

— And all this brings us to the third victim - she picked up a small flask and put it on the table. — I have no pictures, but the death was not the same. She simply burst from the inside out and there was this inside her stomach.

— How does this last one connect to the others?

— Because when I analyzed the body, I smelled hydrogen peroxide, sodium tetraborate and formaldehyde — She saw Satoru's confused look and tried to explain. — Sodium tetraborate is borax... and formaldehyde you may know as formalin.

— All right, but I still don't understand... — crossed his arms. — What's the point?

— Have you ever heard of maceration? — The man denied it with his head. — It is nothing more than a technique for the physical, chemical or biological cleaning of bones. — He clarified. — What does this have to do with the case? Well, it is the fact that these three products I listed can be used to preserve bones. And as you can see the hand and the backbone of two victims were removed. Which leads us to conclude that whoever killed the two, was also responsible for the death of the third. — Luce explained every line of her thoughts, while Satoru listened attentively. — But why would he kill the third one differently? He made her swallow something, otherwise I wouldn't have found this — she pointed to the flask. — However, whoever did this also took what he gave the girl away. That's where you come in.

— A cursed object...— Satoru smiled.

Luce nodded in agreement.

— Wow, you're really good at this — he complimented. — How do you do that?

— Thank you, Luce. But that's not important right now... — she was silent for a moment. — When did you get here?

— Today, actually. I left Tokyo yesterday, but the flight is quite long, which sucks to be honest. Why?

— Yes, but what time?

Satoru smiled again.

— If I didn't know better I would think you were suspecting me.

— And I am suspecting you. You sorcerers don't make many distinctions when you want to kill someone — her voice lowered a tone, and a shadow of spite flashed across her eyes. — So tell me, what time did you arrive?

— I arrived here in Canterbury at eleven o'clock, I was supposed to arrive at ten, but I got the train an hour late — she laughed. — I arrived in London at eight o'clock in the morning, if that's what you want to know. Do I need to show you my ticket?

— No —she reclined in her seat. — I know you didn't do it. I just don't trust you.

— Ouch! — he simulated pain. —That hurt...

— To be honest, I think whoever did this must have left town by now, especially with you here... Then your trip must have been a waste of time — she informed him. — Your object must be somewhere else.

Satoru was silent for a few seconds.

— And how could I not suspect you? — he asked.

Luce narrowed her eyes and her heart leapt.

— Don't get me wrong, dear, I don't think you could have killed anyone. But you're hiding something from me. — he leaned across the table and came close to her face. — And I'm going to find out what it is. You know, I'm pretty good at this too. — an ironic smile opened his lips. — So, are you going to tell me what it is? Or are you going to play hard?

He adjusted his glasses and continued to stare at the woman.

Luce tried to put his million thoughts in order, what exactly did he suspect? She knew he probably saw everything about her with those damn six eyes, was it about that? Or about Hitori? Could he have known about that? He didn't seem to be lying about the time he arrived, he couldn't have even crossed paths with Hitori. So it could only be about her?

— What do you want to know, Gojo? — he asked.

He smiled.

And before he could ask, her cell phone rang.

— Just a moment —she answered. — Yes, I can talk. I'm fine, inspector. Sure, no problem, I'll meet you there. See you later — and then she hung up.

— Appointment? — Satoru arched his eyebrow.

— Yes, the victim's tests came out. I just want to confirm my theory. — began to pack his things. — See you later, Gojo.

— Wait a minute! We're not done, we still have to solve this... — raised his hands.— And other things, like our conversation.

— I don't have time for that. I already gave you the information I had, do your super sorcerer thing or whatever you usually do. — She picked up her purse and put it on her shoulder.

— I can do a lot of super things if that's what you want to know. — a wily smile formed. — But since we haven't worked anything out yet, I need to keep in touch with you, don't you think? - he held the phone out to her. — Give me your number and we'll meet again.

Luce rolled her eyes.

— If that's what it takes to leave me alone. — she picked up the cell phone and typed. — There you go.

— See you again tomorrow, sweetheart — he took the phone from her hands.

— Okay, whatever you say — she turned the tables and left.

Satoru Gojo was more curious than ever. Of course, it was a rather unusual case given the variations. If was a curse user and it was in the city, he would be able to find it. However, for now he wanted to know more about Luce Amaryllis, if that was really her name.

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞.

— Dead? — shouted the boy. — What do you mean dead?

— I'm sorry, Haru — wailed Utahime. — When I found you...

Haru Tokugawa was seventeen years old and a second-year student in Kyoto. He was a descendant of the Tokugawa clan, none remaining except for the boy who had been raised by his maternal grandmother. He and his team had been given a simple mission, but in the end it all turned out to be chaos. The curse was much more powerful than they had expected, and there was one of Sukuna's fingers involved.

He couldn't remember much since he had tried to use his technique to buy time and save his friends. One instant he smelled blood, and the next he woke up in the college infirmary. Not much time had passed since he woke up and the news Iori Utahime was giving him.

— I'm sorry, Haru — Iori repeated. — That cursed object wasn't supposed to be there. It was unexpected. Nobody knew that Sukuna's finger was there.

Haru could hardly breathe. It was too much to take in at that moment.

— You need to rest now — said the supervisor. — Let me know if you need anything, okay?

Haru didn't answer.

— Listen — she touched the boy's shoulder. — It wasn't your fault, all right? There was nothing you could do against a special level curse.

And so she left the infirmary.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝.

It had been two days since Luce had met with Satoru Gojo and she couldn't have been more worried. The person responsible for the crimes had left the city, perhaps the country and she didn't have a single clue as to who it might have been.

Since she had given her number to the sorcerer, she had not expected that he would send so many messages informing her about his day in town. Satoru wanted to have lunch with her the day before, but Luce made up an excuse to get away from any conversation with the man. She knew she couldn't run from it for that long, but maybe, just maybe, she hoped that he would just get tired of it and go back to Japan.

However, deep down she knew that wouldn't happen. Not if it was up to him anyway. Satoru had informed her that he had looked for the person responsible, but he had certainly run away. And she didn't even have to ask how he could be so sure, because she knew it had to involve the famous six eyes.

She tried to keep in touch with Hitori, but he refused to answer her calls. Which made her even more worried.

𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

She had already lost all sense of time, all that was left was a few scratches and the smell of blood that refused to leave her nose. Most likely from the dried blood that marked her small hands and face. The eyes, red and sparkling like lava from a volcano, no longer glowed, all there was an immense abyss of an agonizing emptiness. There was nothing left for that child but the confusion of probably never understanding what had happened. What could she do?

She held on to the only thing she could feel at the moment — the large hands that were holding her and guiding her through the dark forest.

She lifted her head a little and looked at the young boy's face, which remained unchanged in a hard serious expression. His eyes focused on the path ahead as he held the girl's small hands firmly.

After walking for what seemed like hours, they finally reached a clearing. The young boy released her hand and left her standing in the middle of the open space.

He left for a few minutes and came back with a handful of wood in his arms, stirred his hands for some sign, and flames appeared burning the wood in front of him.

The girl sat down beside him and watched the flames.

They remained silent for long minutes until the boy spoke.

— My name is Hitori — his voice sounded deep. — I am the curse you created, your brother made a pact with me. I will train you so that one day you will face me and one of us will die.

She nodded.

— Is Vesper there? — she asked, her voice almost inaudible.

— Yes, but he can't talk to you. I own this body now.

And again, silence.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝.

She was now lying on her hotel bed, trying to calm her mind when her cell phone vibrated.

Satoru Gojo sent a message:

S: Hey, are we having lunch today? pls :((

L: No, I'm busy.

S: That's a lie, if you don't leave I'll come to your Hotel :))

L: You're already here, aren't you?

S: ;)

Luce let out a sigh and got out of bed. She tidied her long red hair and grabbed her purse.

As she left the hotel lobby, she spotted the tall, white-haired man in his blue dress shirt and light pants. Yes, handsome as ever, she thought.

Satoru turned toward the woman and waved with a smile.

— Even more beautiful than last time —he said. — You couldn't hide from me forever, you know.

"I wish I could..." — she thought.

— You couldn't leave me alone, could you? — she sighed in defeat.

He smiled.

— You know I couldn't, dear. — he moved closer to her face. — You and I still have a lot to talk about.

They walked for a few minutes to the entrance of the park, there was a large arch with the words Greyfriars Gardens written on it.

— Weren't we going to have lunch? — Luce asked.

— I'd like to talk first — Satoru smiled. —The open air sounds better, don't you think?

Luce looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

— Okay, whatever you say — she answered.

They sat down on the benches under one of the large trees, and Satoru began to ramble on about the landscape.

— Just ask what you want, Gojo. Spare us the time... — she said impatiently.

Satoru gave a slight smile, and adjusted his glasses.

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