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"This is a stupid idea. Why are we doing this again?"
Fushiguro wasn't exactly ecstatic at the sight of having his bedroom floor covered in chalk marks and melted wax, nor was he, to see the two idiots in the form of Kugisaki and Itadori, grinning like maniacs considering they were the ones who thought to do something as bizarre as this. So it wasn't a shock when both heads turn to the unimpressed teen in varying degrees of incredulity. As if staining his bedroom floor and making a mess of his place was going to make him any more interested in their supernatural investigations as they liked to call it.
"Hey, come on Megumi this could be a chance to talk to a real-life demon. We can't let this opportunity go to waste," Itadori said, waving around a huge worn-out book with unnatural ease. Kugisaki scoffed, used to Itadori's energetic naivety and already tutting at Fushiguro as if she was a disappointed parent.
"Oh hush you buzzkill, a little fun won't kill you." She waved the chalk in her hand as if to tell him to stay put before she went back to snatching the book with much more difficulty. Itadori was quick to notice and all too happily dumped the book into her arms, causing her to stumble and Fushiguro to roll his eyes.
Who knew the book was just as heavy as it looked.
"Besides where did you even get your hands on that book. It looks like it's falling apart." And it was, with its pages hanging loose and stained an ugly yellow. Even brown in some areas. It was a disgusting sight, one where he does not want to know where those stains originated from. He doubt they were pleasant anyways.
Itadori shrugged. "Gojo had em in his attic and he let us borrow it when we asked."
Fushiguro frowned. He does not remember seeing a large old book when Gojo had taken him in. He would have been able to notice the distinct golden symbol that was etched on the cover if he did. Yet, the two seemed to be unaware of the unusualness of it all as he stared at the contents of the book. Why did Gojo have a book like that? What was its purpose? And why were they filled to the brim about supernaturals that don't even exist-
Nevertheless, he remained passive to the two scheming teens, watching as Kugisaki dropped the book down to complete the last of the design on the wooden floor. Then she chucked the chalk to the side and wiped her hands against an unsuspecting Itadori, leaving nothing but white streaks on his red hoodie.
Fushiguro ignored the indignant yell and cackling to appraise what looked to be some sort of satanic symbol surrounded by lit up candles. Typical and a little cliche in his opinion but unsurprising.
"Itadori, close the lights and curtains. Fushiguro, you'll be our blood sacrifice like you promised and make sure you read this properly," She shoved the massive book towards him. "I worked hard on this so you better not mess up."
He did no such thing on promising something as morbid-sounding as that but still proceeded to carefully pick up the dagger, making sure not to contaminate the blade Kugisaki had sterilised earlier.
Soon the lights went out and Itadori held the book for him to read while Kugisaki sat on his bed with an expectant look on her face. Fushiguro got in his position and made a simple cut along his thumb, letting a few drops of blood fall to the centre of the symbol. Then, with little aid from the candlelight, he read the words with a calm focus, making sure he pronounced them right.
"Nis ni deit tey yhtrow demeed eb llahs doolb ni diap ecifircas. Nis ni deit tey yhtrow demeed eb llahs doolb ni diap ecifircas. Nis ni deit tey yhtrow demeed eb llahs doolb ni diap ecifircas."
Then he stepped back and waited.
And waited.
And...waited.
At this point, Kugisaki was showing signs of disappointment. Itadori too but he still held a bit of hope with the way he stared at the flickering candles. Fushiguro would have pitied him were it not for the fact that it was ten past midnight so he made his way towards Itadori and placed a gentle hand on his back, words soft.
"Let's clean up and head off to sleep Yuuji." Kagisaki went to open her mouth but was cut off by a sharp look. "You too, Nobara."
Itadori slumped. "But...but what about our investigation, we can't give up!"
Fushiguro sighed. "We can continue it during the weekend." And he walked towards the candles, stepping right onto the symbol-
WOOOOOOSH-
All of the candles that have been lit were instantly blown out, completely enveloping the three in pitch-black darkness. Gasps resounded but Fushiguro remained quiet, the sudden darkness overwhelming in a way he couldn't explain. Disoriented, Fushiguro found himself stumbling into something firm yet with a softness that resembled touching bare skin and for a second he thought it was Itadori he was holding onto.
But since when had Itadori taken off his clothes?
Before anyone knew the candles were lit once again but this time it was accompanied by silence.
Fushiguro couldn't help but feel dread.
Because the person he was clinging to was not Itadori. Itadori did not have ashen skin or black tattoos that curved along his chest similar to the symbols drawn on the floor. Nor does he remember Itadori being tall enough to surpass his height causing Fushiguro to look up ever so slowly.
Slitted green eyes met with similar, more human green eyes.
Then all hell broke loose.
"HOLY SHIT IT'S A DEMON! WE REALLY SUMMONED AN ACTUAL DEMON-"
"SHUT IT WILL YOU, your going to wake the neighbours."
Fushiguro remained mute throughout the whole ordeal, eyes not leaving the other. He was shocked for an entirely different reason. So despite it being years, he knew he could not forget-
"...Dad?"
Utter silence was his reply.
Well, that was one way to shut up the other two at the back although Fushigoru didn't pay any mind to it, unable to believe just what he was seeing, neither did the person holding him, eyes equally wide in what appeared to be shock.
Because the person who was holding him was definitely his dad despite all the unfamiliar features he had. Curling black horns, clawed hands and pointed ears. Yet the familiarity was almost uncanny at this point.
"Did you just call me dad?"
The voice was deep yet familiar, the man's- No, demon's eyes narrowed down on Fushiguro, flitting through multiple emotions that he could not name and settled on a reluctant sneer, not appearing too happy with the information from what the teen could make out.
"Shit"
"Shit is right. So now will you please let go of him and explain just what the fuck is going on!" Kugisaki hissed while Itadori still had yet to say a word.
Fushiguro quickly pushed his long lost father away from him but not before having the rest of the body now come into view.
And he was naked. Sorely naked.
Fushiguro wished that wasn't the first thing he sees from his dad he hasn't seen in 10 years.
"Do you...not have clothes?" His father looked behind him and at Itadori with a raised eyebrow. Kugisaki however was still too disturbed by the fact that there was a naked man in her presence and proceeded to drift closer towards the dagger laying on his desk.
"And why should I? Do you have rules enforcing them?" He scoffed, mocking all the while. Kugisaki simply looked disgusted, hand grabbing for the knife as he wandered around and eventually towards her.
"In fact there is, so if you swing that thing anywhere near me I'll chop it off, demon," she snarled.
"First of all, I'm not a demon little girly. I'm the devil. Second, I don't remember having access to this world after-" He paused before shrugging. "Nevermind that, now that I'm here I may as well have that father and son bonding time that you all mortals seem to be appeased by. So why don't you head off, hmmm?" And with a clawed hand, he grabbed the unsuspecting boy to his side with a smug grin, pleased at the irritated look he got from Kugisaki.
Fushiguro grimaced at that. "Yeah, no thanks."
"Oh come on. Don't you want to learn more about the wondrous world that is hell, my son?"
He wanted no such thing. He was pretty sure he never wanted to be a part of this whole ordeal in the first place.
Itadori, unsurprisingly, looked excited at the prospect.
But just before anyone had a say his bedroom door opened to reveal a familiar whitehead in the form of Gojo, who all but appeared delighted at the sight before him.
"Oh my, I was just about to ask what's all this commotion about considering you're all aren't exactly quiet." His blue eyes slid to the devil beside him. "And wow, it has been quite a while since I've seen your face Toji. You haven't changed one bit."
Toji, now that Fushiguro realised he never knew his father's name the whole time, looked disgruntled, mood shifting to one of displeasure making Gojo more amused than he already was. "It hasn't been long enough. That ego of yours hasn't changed, you bastard."
Itadori was ignoring, or most likely oblivious to, the tension within the room as he made his way towards Gojo excitedly. "Hey, that book of yours actually worked."
"It sure did Yuuji, however, it's time you hand it back. For safety reasons of course."
Fushiguro looked towards Gojo, flabbergasted as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "You literally lent the book to him knowing the dangers it possessed and now you're telling us to take it back for safety reasons."
"How typical of you. I'm sure you had anticipated this from the start." Kugisaki deadpanned and at this point, no one was surprised at Gojo's antics anymore.
Still, it did irk him how he hadn't even notice anything off about Gojo other than his child-like personality, but at this rate, he was more worried about the potential migraine that would be stemmed from all of this. He couldn't even care less when Gojo whined, looking offended.
"Hey but at least Megumi has a dad now and now that they're both bonded by blood Toji won't be able to go anywhere without him." The blue eyed man had the audacity to laugh. "Besides, it's about time he paid his end for child support."
"What the actual fuck?"
Fushiguro simply stared at the mess before him, to his incredulous devil of a father, his two nosy friends and a poor excuse of an adult that caused this whole problem in the first place. Intentionally.
Oh God. What has his life become...