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A normal, boring Monday. Work, school, stress. Nothing unusual, just like how ordinary this student is. But they were fine with what they had, they liked it that way.
A family of four, and they were the youngest. Decent grades, no record of violence or bad behavior; an unassuming, plain, orthodox student. From waking up to get ready for school, to studying, then resting, relaxing to sleeping, they lived just like any other.
Even their death wasn't special. They weren't murdered (thank god), they didn't die of an illness, they didn't die contently with family by their side after reaching an old age.
No, they died after getting hit by a car.
.. They told you that it wasn't special. What, were you expecting something more interesting? Less common? (Less cliche for this type of fic?)
Just another number on a data sheet now, they suppose. Or, would've been.
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Their body ached. It felt like they were hit by a truck- bad analogy, considering what happened.
They probably broke some bones due to the impact of the car (oh god, was that why they couldn't feel their limbs?) And that bone most definitely pierced through their skin.
That explained the bleeding. Oh, and the fact that they were walking on a road filled with rocks and dirt instead of pavement didn't help. Man, they were lucky they didn't end up face first after getting hit by that car, the situation would be so much worse if they got dirt in their eyes. (Actually, would it be better? If there was dirt in their eyes, they could explain their tears as irritation from the dirt. If there was dirt covering their eyes, they wouldn't be able to see their situation. Wouldn't be able to see themself dyi..)
Oh no, there was a chance they had internal bleeding! That would suck. That would suck so bad. (Was that why they couldn't breathe? Why they were suffocating? Was their blood in their lungs? Were they drowning in their own blood?)
The nearest hospital was over 3 kilometers away.
And they were in the middle of fucking nowhere.
‘I'm going to die, aren't I?’ The realization struck them.
They don't want to die. They have friends, family, who might miss them. They still haven't achieved their dreams.
Tears prick at their eyes (not that they weren't already crying), agony coursing through their body. Both physically and mentally.
A much more quiet thought, I still haven't watched Jujutsu Kaisen with my friends like I promised I would.
It felt like hours, or was it just minutes? Bleeding out on a road sure doesn't improve your time perception. Every single second was spent in excruciating pain.
They could feel it, their time was nearly up.
They were going to die.
“Ah… th.. this is ironic.. c-came to.. finish the.. Job.., huh?”They said weakly.
Their vision was starting to blur, probably from the blood loss. Their final thought, as they lay weakly on the rocky ground. 'I'm sorry, mom, dad. I hope it isn't you who finds my body.’
The pain subsided, their body growing numb. Then, everything went black, and they knew no more..
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On a much less normal day, Two, no, not yet, one sorcerer and one civilian ( albeit very physically strong for one) try to retrieve a special grade cursed object.
Of course, you already know this story, don't you?
This is..not exactly that story.
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Megumi was not one to make assumptions. Jumping to them, especially in the field of sorcery was a one way ticket to death.
But Megumi could tell that Yuji Itadori was a good person.
“They're my friends. I can't just stand by!”
If only Megumi were stronger, were faster. Itadori would still be alive right now.
One in a million chance, and it was just his luck, as the curse holding Itadori exploded.
And then, the King of Curses looked straight at him.
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It was dark. The feeling was indescribable. It felt as if it was in a sea of something thicker than water, Its limbs flailing.
Was this the ‘afterlife’? It was nothing like people had thought it to be. Or, was this hell? It sure seemed like it. Anyone would go crazy spending eternity in this space, this void of nothingness, with only yourself.
After either a millenia or less than a second, it couldn't tell, suddenly, light infiltrated through the space. blinding, pure, light.
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He, no, not quite, She? Not that either, They? Acceptable? They woke up.
They weren't supposed to wake up.
‘I thought I..Did someone bring me to the hospital on time? Then why am I on a rooftop?’ They turn around and see an injured cosplayer.
The Fushiguro cosplayer looks at them with shock,apprehension, and for some reason, fear.
‘Oh.. Is this the afterlife? Are they.. too? Did they die in cosplay? Man, that would suck. Did that weird space I was in earlier cause me to enter their afterlife? I'd be shocked too if someone entered my afterlife. I'd apologize, but I have no idea how to get out.’
The longer they look at the Fushiguro cosplayer, the more tense they seem to get.
‘Really though, how did they get their cosplay to be so realistic? They look exactly like what an IRL Fushiguro would look like. Maybe they were a pro cosplayer?’
Just as they were about to explain that they didn't mean to intrude, a voice suddenly called out.
“Hey, what do you think you're doing with my body? Give it back!”
Huh. That sounded a lot like Junya Enoki, Yuji's Japanese voice actor. Maybe this wasn't the afterlife. Maybe they were on anesthesia and this was a drug induced hallucination, or something.
Wait a goddamn minute..
Wait wait wait! backtrack,what? They recognized that line. They've read this so many times in fics, and watched it once.
That line is always said to Sukuna, or Sukuna's equivalent in whatever AU.
Oh my God. That made them Sukuna.
‘Did I isekai or transmigrate or whatever as Sukuna like those SIkuna fics?!’
If they were Sukuna, that explained why the Fushiguro cosplayer- er, well, actual Megumi Fushiguro was so tense.
But almost every Isekai or transmigration happens because the transmigrator/ the one who isekais died.
So, they really did die. Ah.
.. They'll process that later.
“Don't move! You’re no longer human. Under Jujutsu Regulation, Itadori Yuuji… I will exorcise you!”
Man, hearing that in real life was insane. Really though, facing Sukuna was a death wish, especially since Fushiguro was injured. What was he thinking?
‘We should really get them to a hospital or something-’ Suddenly, they get pushed down, down, down.
They land face first in the blood-water. Damn.
“Wait, really, I'm fine!” They hear Yuji say.
“More importantly, we're both pretty beat up. Let's get to a hospital.”
Hold on, how could they understand them? They didn't speak Japanese? At least, they were 99% sure they didn't. They seem to have gotten the average SIkuna treatment of having blurry memories of their past life. To get this straight, it was like an author's draft for a story, one in which they haven't decided the names of those characters yet, or the specifics of the story, simply a sketch of the plot.
They could remember their experiences with clarity, their friends, their family, but they couldn't put a finger on their names and faces.
It seems as though they've gotten the starter package of Isekai, transmigration, whatever, too, as they have a built-in translator.
‘Oh, please let the translator be a two-way translation and translate my words into Japanese!’ They were so screwed if not, because Sukuna, who was from the Heian era, would most definitely NOT know modern english, especially since Itadori probably doesn't know english, so they can't just pass it off as “I gained that info thru possessing my vessel”
“Whats the situation?”
Huh, that sounded like Gojo.
Wait, Gojo?! Oh my god. They were going to see Gojo in real life. Wow.
‘Man, my friend would have been screaming her head off in excitement if she was in my position.. Though, I am glad that she isn't.’
Wait.
Gojo.
Gojo fights Sukuna in the series. They were currently Sukuna. They also didn't know how to fight. Oh fuck.
‘It's not like I have to, riiight? In some SIkuna fics I read, they managed to avoid a fight with Gojo. I can totally do that.’
“Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?”
“Hey.I wasn't planning on coming, but man, you're roughed up. I should show the second years. Face this way! ” the man said playfully, and they could hear the sound of a phone’s camera shutter going off multiple times.
“The higher-ups wouldn't shut up with a special-grade cursed object gone missing. So I stopped by while doing some sightseeing.”
“So, did you find it?”
“Um.. Sorry, but I ate it.” a short moment of silence.
“For real?”
“For real.” Fushiguro and Yuji said in unison.
Damn. It's even funnier in real life.
Step, step, step. Ah, Gojo's probably getting closer to Yuji to confirm with his six eyes.
“Damn, it really did combine with you. That's hilarious.” the wielder of the six eyes said.
They sighed out of relief internally, well, mentally, as they couldn't do it externally due to Yuji having control over his body. They feared that Gojo would realize that they weren't actually Sukuna, his six eyes showing him a disturbance or something, even though that hasn't happened in any SIkuna fic, or well, at least the ones they read.
“Anything off with your body?”
“Not particularly.”
“Can you swap out with Sukuna?”
Oh shit, game time. Operation "don't get beaten to hell and back by one Gojo Satoru" is on the go!
“Sukuna?”
“The curse you ate.” Gojo explained. “Oh.. Yeah, I think I can do that.” Yuji confirmed.
“Then, give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.” They know that Gojo is doing this to see if Yuji could actually suppress Sukuna, and to gauge Sukuna at 1/20th of his power.
“But..” Yuji says worriedly. “Dont worry, I'm the strongest.” Gojo assured Yuji. Strongest doesn't mean invincible. They've never read it, but they know due to spoilers that Gojo lost against Sukuna.
“Megumi, hold on to this.” Oh, wait is that the Kikufuku?!
“Hm, is this Kusa mochi? It seems it has evolved from the one in my memories. Based on its appearance, I assume it has continued to be a delicacy for the nobility, or its equivalent in your era. How delectable. These were not made for someone like me, and yet I consume them anyway. For who has the right to prohibit me from taking what I desire? How has time treated this dessert,I wonder? I shall try for myself.”
What.
That is not what they meant to say. What they meant was; “ Oh man, that looks delicious, I really want to try some!” And not that.
“Um.. Gojo-san, I think they want to try the mochi?”
“Oh?”
WHAT. oh god,right, they said it out loud. Well, at least now they can confirm that the translator is two-way. Small mercies.
“Then, tell him that he can have some if he can beat me in our fight. But, just so he knows, there's no human meat inside.”
Nope, nope, nope! No way! There was no way they could beat Gojo fucking Satoru in a fight. Even ogkuna couldn't at 1/20th of his power!
“I don't think he wants to?” Huh? Could Yuji feel what they're feeling? How did he know?
“Huh, really?” Satoru didn't expect that. He expected Sukuna to be itching for a fight. Maybe he was a little less bloodthirsty than what the records and scripts described — they were written by sorcerers, after all. But Satoru still needed to see if the kid could suppress Sukuna or not.
“What, is the King of Curses scared of little old me? Is he afraid he'll lose?”
Yes, actually. Also yes. Gojo would send them flying into the exosphere if they were to fight!
They quickly think up an excuse on the spot as to why they didn't want to fight.
They audibly scoff. “As if. I know how to pick my battles, even I understand that in my current state, merely a fraction of my power, I wouldn't be able to beat a Sugawara with the six eyes, possibly limitless too, considering your bold claim of being the strongest.”
“He's saying something about knowing how to pick his battles? Sugawara, six eyes, limitless? What?”
“Tell him he's a couple centuries too late then, we're no longer Sugawara, we're the Gojo clan now.” ‘Looks like Sukuna really isn't as bloodthirsty as the scriptures portray. He might not even be as arrogant,considering the fact that he acknowledged I was stronger than him right now.’ Gojo thought.
Man, lucky! They took a wild guess and took one of the popular fanon Heian! big three clan names to seem like they were from a thousand years ago, as in, the actual Sukuna.
“If that's the case, he can have the mochi if you switch with him, but you have to switch back after 10 seconds,’kay?” Gojo decided to sacrifice one of his precious Kikufuku to see if Yuji could suppress Sukuna, seeing as Sukuna wasn't up to fighting.
Suddenly, they were pushed forward. They were now in control of Itadori's body again.
They walked over to Fushiguro, who tensed as soon as they came by, and grabbed one of the Kikufuku inside the paper bag.
They took a bite and- Dear heavens, it's amazing. What did they put in this? Are we sure this was made on earth?
They continued eating the mochi as they tuned out Gojo counting down.
“Should be time.”
Then, they were pushed down again. Thankfully, this time, they didn't land on their face.
“Oh! I can taste everything he eats, I wonder if he can do the same? Man, that mochi was delicious.”
“I'm shocked. You really can control it.” they can hear footsteps, likely approaching them.
Gojo knocks out Itadori.
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“What did you do?” Fushiguro asks.
“Knocked him out.”
“If he isn't possessed when he wakes up, he might have potential as a vessel.” Gojo says casually. Then, he looks at Megumi.
“Now, I have a question for you. What should we do with him?”
“Even if he is a vessel.. Jujutsu regulations demand Itadori be executed. However.. I don't want to let him die.”
“Your personal feelings?” Gojo asks to confirm.
“Yes, please do something about this.” Megumi confirmed.
Gojo chuckles lightly, “Now it's a request from a precious student. Leave it to me!”
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“Are you.. Sukuna?” Yuji asks the person standing in front of him, both of them in a lake of red liquid (is it blood?).