In the Dark

"You failed." Kenjaku said with a smile present on his face, harshly contrasting the malice in his tone.

"I'm sorry, I thought i would be able to kill him but his cursed technique…. it's too unfair. I didn't expect a kid to have such power."

"Life's unfair. Besides you didn't expect a kid to have 'power' but most of your time is spent with a boy who became a special grade at 16. Bit ironic don't you think?" He spoke tilting his head ever so slightly as Akame tensed up. How did he know about him?

"Don't worry though, there's always a next time."

"Next time? Wouldn't it be smarter to send someone stronger for the job?" Her eyes widening in response. She didn't want to face that boy again or that accursed technique.

"No, i mean you messed up, right? Its only right you clean up your mess, Akame. Don't disappoint me." He said in a dismissive tone and flicked his hand, sending Akame on her way. With the woman leaving, he turnt his attention to the volcano head cursed spirit besides him.

"Before you ask, I was going to send you but I'll leave you be for now. That Aizen boy will surely defeat her, I have no doubt about that she'll disappoint."

"So why send her? I would've crushed the boy's head in."

"Because when she dies, someone will come to avenge her. Someone currently at the heart of Jujustu Society. And we'll just be bystanders, i'd rather spare my forces for now. But let's watch as Kusakabe is slaughtered by Yuta Okkotsu."

"And if Yuta were to fail?"

"Highly unlikely and besides in a battle that is sure to be widespread throughout the Jujutsu World. Will the higher-ups side with the orphan who is new to this world or a special grade sorcerer said to be the next Gojo Satoru? Either way, Kusukabe will be separated, either by society or by his head."

….

"Come on, that's not even fair." Aizen groaned in annoyance.

"How, we made an agreement, first one back gets the bigger bed." Lying on the bed, Megumi responded with eyes closed.

"I'm literally taller than you, why would you need the bed?"

"Barely taller. Besid-"

Interrupting his reasoning was the opening of a door, as a white haired man entered carrying Itadori in his hand.

"Enough with the flirting, you guys have to get dressed, you need to meet up with the fourth member of our team. And say hello to your third."

Waving sheepishly, Itadori smiled awkwardly and greeted with a, "Yo Megumi, sorry about hurting by the way and Yo-"

A mouth suddenly appeared on his cheek and asked, "Blondie, what's your technique?", interrupting Itadori's greeting before it was forced shut by Itadori's hand.

"Sorry about that and I'm Yuji Itadori." He stuck out his other hand, whilst one was occupied with slamming Sukuna's mouth shut in annoyance.

"Aizen Kusukabe." He shook the extended hand with a friendly smile enhancing his handsome features.

"Yeah, yeah, new bestie in the group, whatever. Now come on and get dressed." Gojo spoke with a yawn and a bored expression gracing the lower half of his face.

He was pissed off, which was a foreign expression for his students to witness.

After taking Itadori and enrolling him as a student of Jujutsu Tech, a batch of grade 1 spirits gathered outside of a shopping centre. It was strange, strong spirits didn't tend to stick in groups, usually only the weaker ones. It was easy for him to deal with them though, like it never even phased him. A single red was all he needed to take care of them but the higher ups had informed him of another group of grade 1s and he was ordered to handle those aswell. Then another group showed up, then another and another.

It wasn't that he got tired after all he was the strongest but something was up and it was irking him. Bad. One thing he hated was to be in the dark.

A cluster of cursed spirits don't just appear out of thin air. Nor do they appear at a specific areas around a particular district. Its as if the cursed spirits were playing a game with him, taunting him or something. What a week its been.

….

The sun stood high over Harajuku and rays of sunshine illuminated the scenery in an ethereal glow. Mindless chatter was all he could hear as people strolled with no purpose on their mind but to enjoy the luxurious weather.

"Your uniform made it on time." Gojo pointed out.

"Yup, it fits just right, but it's a little different to Fushiguro's huh? I got a hoodie though like you Kusakabe." Itadori noted, as he looked towards the taller male that stood beside him clad in a uniform similar to Itadori's except for the fact that his hoodie was a dark purple that complimented his eyes.

Hearing the mention of his name, he came out of his stupor and unfocused his gaze from the floor.

"Huh, oh yeah, yeah."

"What's got you in a daze?" Megumi asked him with curiosity present on his face.

"I don't know, it's just that every once in a while I envision a clock that always reads the wrong time."

"Damn, looks like that mental asylum really had an effect on you." His black-haired friend laughed.

"Says the one that got a bar stuck through their body, ended up looking like a shish kebab." Aizen responded with a smirk taking over his earlier disoriented facial expression.

Before Megumi could respond, a mouth appeared on Itadori's hand roaring out a heavy laugh. All eyes turnt to Itadori as he scratched the back of his head and mumbled a quick 'sorry for him' for Sukuna's actions.

"Don't worry Kusakabe, it's pretty normal for sorcerers to hallucinate. You'll be fine." His sensei stated, placing a hand on his students shoulder.

"Ehh whatever, I'm gonna go find a toilet, need to wash my face." With that he walked away in search for a toilet, strolling through the masses.

Finally finding a toilet, he relieved himself then went over to the sink, washing his hands then his face. His water filled hands wiped over his face and he looked up to the mirror to inspect his face but quickly jumped back in alarm. Drawing his sword out, he glanced around in trepidation, seeking for the threat. Nothing. He found nothing.

'What the hell! I swear there was a boy around my age behind me with a dagger.' His eyes were wide now, his purple pupils on display. He wasn't crazy, no, he had seen the boy through the reflection of the mirror. Something was up and he didn't know what. And he hated when he was in the dark.