A Kid

Famine devil name is Kiga (same as Japanese) in every language except Polish, German and English which is Fami. Thus I will sometimes referre to her as so.

Did you know Kiga has a similar pronunciation to penguin, there was meant to be a double comedic effect of how Denji wanted to see penguins and Kiga appears shortly after in the aquarium chapter !

It's hard making a fami pov so..ignore the first 300 words.( such things won't be in the future! )

Enjoy !

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KIGA'S POV

If I had a last meal, it would be a warm cup of vanilla essence cappuccino with cream, alongside a plate of crispy hash browns, golden and perfectly seasoned, a stack of fluffy buttermilk pancakes drenched in maple syrup, a generous serving of scrambled eggs with a hint of cheddar cheese, sizzling strips of bacon, a bowl of fresh strawberries and blueberries, a glazed donut with sprinkles, a warm croissant with melted butter, a side of cinnamon French toast dusted with powdered sugar, and for lunch, a classic cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, pickles, and a side of seasoned curly fries, a milkshake made with real vanilla beans, a club sandwich stacked with layers of turkey and bacon, a crunchy Caesar salad with shaved Parmesan and croutons, a slice of pepperoni pizza with a perfect cheese pull, spicy buffalo wings with a side of blue cheese dressing, a bowl of creamy tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich on sourdough, an order of chicken nuggets with honey mustard, a Philly cheesesteak sandwich loaded with grilled onions and peppers, some garlic breadsticks warm from the oven, and for dessert, a warm apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, a decadent slice of double chocolate cake, a soft chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven, a scoop of rainbow sherbet, a piece of rich tiramisu, and a hot fudge sundae with whipped cream and a cherry on top. Anyway...

My consciousness flickered awake, a sensation both familiar and foreign. I blinked my eyes open, the dim light of the room filtering through my eyelashes. The first thing I noticed was the cold, hard surface beneath me. A crib. I was in a crib. Slowly, I pushed myself up to a sitting position, my limbs feeling unnaturally small and weak.

"This...is ridiculous" I murmured, my voice surprisingly clear despite my size.

The room was sparse, the air thick with neglect. I took in the details, noting the faded wallpaper and the peeling paint. The second thing I noticed was the silence. A deafening, oppressive silence that pressed down on me from all sides.

I clutched the bars of the crib, hoisting myself up to peer over the edge. My reflection in the dusty mirror across the room caught my eye. A tiny, frail child with wide, violet eyes stared back at me. I was no longer Fami, but had the same features and face, couldn't he be any creative?

The door creaked open, and a woman entered the room. Her eyes were cold, her expression devoid of warmth as she approached the crib.

"Finally awake, are we?" she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Useless child."

I tilted my head, studying her. This must be my mother. My new mother. Her words didn't sting; they barely registered. I was more intrigued by her presence, her demeanor. It was fascinatingly repulsive.

She grabbed me roughly by the arm, yanking me out of the crib. I stumbled on unsteady legs but managed to stay upright. She dragged me to a small table and pushed me into a chair, shoving a plate of food in front of me.

"Eat," she commanded, before turning away to leave the room.

I stared at the food, my mind whirring. This woman, this... mother, didn't care for me, all she gave me a bowl or rice, how could she ? I grabbed the rice with small hands, eating it and gulping it all at once, in a one handful.

"I want more" I said, my gaze was on the empty bowl in front of me before it get yanked and broken on my head as soon as i finished my words.

"You filthy thing, you dare to ask for more, you should die and relieve me from your existence! Eat dirt u fuc-...." She continued insulting me, shouting screaming and even flipped the table, while I just stood there with blood blurring my vision, if I had a knife I would definitely slice her throat.

I just got a beating just seconds from arriving, it won't be easy...

Days turned into weeks, and I began to learn more about this new world I was in. The technology was eerily familiar, yet different. It felt like a strange version of 1993, a time period I had once lived through as a devil.

My father, Ogi Zenin, was barely around, probably because my mother was nothing but a mistress. His disdain for me was palpable, his words dripping with misogyny and disappointment. He saw me as useless, yet he couldn't completely dismiss me. There was something in me that intrigued him, something I couldn't quite understand.

"She has a decent amount of cursed energy," I overheard him telling someone one day. "But she's still a girl. Useless."

Cursed energy is a fascinating phenomenon, a chaotic force that underpins this world's darker side instead of devil powers. It's the raw essence of malice, of all the negativity and suffering that humans and creatures alike harbor. Some fear it, some crave it, and I, well, I harness it.

Cursed spirit can be created from different negative emotions unlike devils who are related to only the fear of their names. Those spirits have techniques or what they call Innate which are unique abilities congenitally engraved into the user's body, specifically in the right prefrontal cortex of the brain. Most jujutsu sorcerers are born with an innate technique that manifests around the age of five or six, which continually carves its formula into the user over time.

Innate techniques are proprietary and comprise eighty percent of a sorcerer's intrinsic skillset, making them nearly impossible to mimic, not unlike a copyrighted computer program.When an individual refers to their own personal cursed technique, they're generally talking about their innate technique.

Zenin clan is famous for the ten shadow, as for Gojo clan it's limitless, news of a prodigy from this clan reached our household. The adults spoke in hushed tones about the child with immense cursed energy, a gift from the gods, they said. Satoru Gojo. His name was whispered with a mix of awe and envy, he definitely had the Limitless.

I couldn't help but feel a tiny flicker of curiosity. This Satoru Gojo sounded interesting. A potential ally or a threat? Only time would tell.

I wonder if my powers are turned into my cursed technique, since I remember very well my ex life and that only means I still have them, losing memories is a condition to loose your powers, except if they were given by a contract.

It would be great to use falling and wipe out this clan....

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One evening, as I sat alone in my room, my mother stormed in. She was in one of her usual foul moods, and I knew what was coming. She grabbed me by the arm, her nails digging into my skin.

"Why are you always just sitting there, doing nothing?" she hissed, shaking me violently. "You're useless!"

I looked up at her, my expression blank. "Have you finished?" I asked, my voice devoid of emotion.

She stopped, staring at me in confusion. "What did you say?"

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

Her grip tightened, and she slapped me across the face. The pain registered, but only faintly. It was a curious sensation, almost intriguing in its simplicity.

"You little brat," she spat, shoving me away. "Just stay out of my sight."

As she left, I touched my cheek, feeling the sting. It was such a human response, so beneath me, so I decided to serve myself and sneak into the main kitchen.

It was located a bit far from where I lived, had to do all the walking in those weak legs of mine. I wore my worn out shoes and took off, the path was muddy so it took a lot of time and work than usual.

I stepped into the main kitchen with muddy shoes, not caring about the mess I was leaving behind. The aroma of various dishes filled the air, tempting my senses and igniting a hunger I couldn't contain. My stomach felt like a black hole, ready to devour everything in its path.

Without hesitation, I made a beeline for the nearest counter, ignoring the noises outside of the kitchen. Plates piled high with delicacies awaited me, and I wasted no time in grabbing whatever caught my eye. Sushi, pasta, steaks—nothing was safe from my voracious appetite, I felt like the Horsemen I am. I tore into the food with reckless abandon, juices dripping down my chin as I indulged in each bite.

The chaotic scene unfolded as I moved from one dish to another, sampling everything in sight. The clatter of cutlery and the rustle of paper napkins added to the mess list. I didn't bother with manners or decorum; all that mattered was satisfying my insatiable hunger.

Starvation

As I devoured a plate of spaghetti with gusto, a staff member finally entered the kitchen, a mix of shock and disbelief evident on their face. "What on earth is going on here?" they exclaimed, their voice echoing in the bustling kitchen.

I paused mid-bite, spaghetti dangling from my mouth as I turned to face the newcomer. "Just enjoying a little snack," I replied casually, crumbs scattering around me.The staff member blinked, trying to process the chaotic scene before them. "You can't just barge in here and eat everything in sight," they protested, gesturing at the mess I had created.

I shrugged, unfazed by their disapproval. "Why not?" I looked into the air, head titled.The staff member sighed, realizing that had a long way to go. "You bithc can't do whatever you want," they shouted, pointing at me. I resumed eating.

Suddenly a hand shoved my face into the plate of food, crushing it while yelling "A bitch like you dare to ignore me"

I was being squeezed and pressed against a wooden table, after few seconds my ears started to bleed because of the earrings that pierced through my flesh from the pressing.

I had it, the food was being ruined by blood.

With a tissue, I grabbed a knife and stabbed him right in eye as he intended to go further with the assault, he screamed in pain and pulled back giving me space to splash hot water on his crotch, I watched him as he screamed, groaned and jumped in pain.

As I took a bit from the riceball in my head, he went striking me with a kick, so I fell to the ground, as I tried to get up, the mud on my shoes made slip and fall again resulting in a nose bleed.

He kicked to the stomach, making me crush with table's leg support which led to a fork dropping down. I caught it almost immediately then proceeds to throw it at his other healthy socket. My aim was good, finishing him off by pushing him down and slicing his throat.

I used tissues while grabbing the food weapons so there's no fingerprints on the tool of murder, it's like they would care about a nobody.

I stopped by a puddle of water to wash off the blood on the way back, I ate everything while being beside a dead body, what a day !

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Chapter end !

Ohh yeah the first two chapters are always nonsense introduction.