Twisted Families

Ohhh yeah I think fami would destroy the jjk verse, BTW she is omitted from the power scale since this reincarnation is a part of a contract, nothing more.

Enjoy !

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*sound of foot steps*

Toji's shoes rang as he skipped down the street, while wearing a simple outfit consisting of a long-sleeved shirt and matching pants with sandals. It was a Saturday, and he took a day off from training and a full-time job of being the clan's disgrace. He had to save up money if he wanated to leave this shitty ass family. He stopped and sat on a bench to enjoy the scenery and to take a break to eat his meal, if some bread with cheese is considered one.

As a non-sorcerer raised in the Zenin clan who values cursed techniques above all, Toji is a man who has suffered due to the interests of the sorcerer clans, thus he turned out to be this cold-hearted dangerous strong man, he has a cool headed and a confident demeanor.

Once he gets to be a non-curse user, he thought about getting contracted by the Time Vessel Association among other groups, to serve as a sorcerer assassin. It was not foreign for him as he had done it couple of times, to gamble between assignments from shady clients, as long as the money is right he won't question his clients motives nor do extra work for free. Really a man of gold.

All was fine and dandy until he sensed a presence behind him.

He turned around to find himself looking at a small blonde child, with violet eyes and worn-out baggy clothes.

"Huh? What the hell are you doing hiding behind me like that, kid ? Shoo shoo" trying to shoo her off, waving his hands dismissively.

"What, can't I talk to my cousin?" She spoke coldly and calmly, not showing any emotion, "I was wondering if you could do me a favor." Her titled to the side.

"What favor?" Toji asked suspiciously. "And who are you ? Kid, I'm not your cousin so fuck off" he added, harshly.

It did come to his mind his uncle's new daughter, an illegitimate child his pathetic relative couldn't hid his existence. The child wore signs of abuse from up her injured head, face with scars down her old clothes and thin body.

It made him feel a mix of emotions, unsolved ones that were instantly brushed away....

Fami pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Toji, whom realizes after taking a glance at the paper that it's a coupon for a restaurant. The deal is that if you bring along a friend (or a cousin in this case) you get 50% off the meal you brought your friend on, and the next one.

"I was wondering if you could come along so I could use that deal." She said, head still tilted but this time she was looking into his eyes, her violet ones locked in his greenish pair. (A/N she fr locked in)

"Why don't you ask someone else?" He was met with a silent neutral expression, something unusual for child her age, but again she was a Zenin.

She sat beside him, her feet not touching the ground, they shared a silence for few moments before she spoke up "I will give you the coupon for the next visit, it's concluded " she offered.

Toji couldn't care less about this child, it's not like he's a child-loving type, he was about to shove her away but got held back by the growl of the girl, his stomach followed afterwards.

Well who would say no to free food.....

"Lead the way, brat " he caught he saw a very slight smile on the child's face for a millisecond that quickly faded, and then she went back to being the unemotional bag she unusually is.

"Where is this place anyway? " he asked.

"Near to the Shibuya station " Kiga replied as she jumped off the bench, then started walking down the street with the tall man beside her, to a restaurant she used to go in her ex life.

He was about to witness starvation.....

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Few Days Later

I stood near the entrance, wearing a dress of deep emerald green that contrasted sharply with my blonde hair. The fabric hugged my figure, wondering where the hell did she get it from ? This would be worth 100 hamburgers.

Tonight, the Gojo clan celebrated their prodigy, Satoru Gojo, the wielder of the Six Eyes, and Ogi, in his arrogance, had decided it was the perfect occasion to flaunt his own status.

How did I get in here for the first place ?

Few hours earlier

I was in my 'room' like usual, searching for money to buy proper food, while I'm at it my mother barged into without any notice, looking crazy as ever. The moment her eyes fell on me, her expression turned into a maniac.

"You little bitch come with me now !" and so after that I was getting bathed, dressed up, my hair was carefully made and the next moment I was being dragged into a car, heading towards unknown destination, which clarified later on to be this ball.(or whatever it is)

The celebration was grand, as expected for a clan as prestigious as the Gojo. The venue was a lavish ballroom in the heart of Tokyo, draped in silks of blue and silver that shimmered under the chandelier's light. Round tables adorned with white lilies and fine china filled the room. A soft, classical melody played in the background, giving the event an air of sophistication.

The guests, an assembly of powerful sorcerers and influential figures, mingled and chatted, their laughter and conversations creating a vibrant atmosphere.

I hadn't wanted to be here, but the woman forced me, her tone leaving no room for argument. I glanced around, noting the presence of key figures from various clans, their eyes occasionally drifting towards Satoru, who stood at the center of attention, basking in the glory that seemed to follow him naturally.

It was such an opportunity to collect information and knowledge, these people where so shallow and easy to read, I can playing them like easy chess game.

But that can wait.

Not now when there's food here.

The ballroom was filled with the soft murmur of conversation, informations of whose enemy is this and whose friend is this, and what most importantly the cursed techniques ! All kinds of them, projectory sorcery, limitless that i didn'tget to see it since the Gojo boy was always surrounded by a crowd, blood manipulation..... they weren't that much interesting given I've seen their parallels in devil abilities except for gojo one.

The guests were dressed in their finest attire, an eyesore, I sat at a table, surrounded by a bunch of food.

The spread before me was a lavish display of international cuisine. There was paella, sauerbraten, and coq au vin. Platters of tapas— jamón ibérico, gambas al ajillo, and patatas bravas—hypnotising me, alongside bowls of spaetzle and plates of escargot.

I picked up some of the paella with my hands, the saffron-infused rice spilling between my fingers as I crammed it into my mouth. I didn't care for the elegant silverware set beside me. Next, I tore into the sauerbraten, the tangy, marinated meat barely chewed before I reached for the chicken provençal. The sauces dripped down my chin, but I paid no mind.

Guests nearby watched with wide eyes, some with nervous laughter, others with horrified fascination. My expression remained indifferent, my eyes cold and distant. Their reactions were meaningless. They were merely spectators to my feast, some soon-to-be-effigies..

I grabbed a handful of jamón ibérico, the thin slices of cured ham almost melting in my mouth. My fingers, greasy with olive oil from the gambas al ajillo, reached for the patatas bravas, the spicy tomato sauce splattering across the table as I devoured the crispy potatoes.

The spaetzle was next, the soft, egg noodles slipping through my fingers as I ate them with abandon. A plate of escargot sat nearby, the garlic butter seeping into the tablecloth as I scooped up the snails, popping them into my mouth without hesitation. (A/N my girl was hungry pardon her)

Some guests found my behavior amusing, chuckling at the sight of a young girl eating with such reckless abandon in such a refined setting. Others were visibly disturbed, their faces twisted in disgust. To them, I must have seemed like a toddler, messy and uncontrolled. But I couldn't care less. Their opinions were insignificant, mere background noise to my focus on the food before me.

When the last morsel was gone and my plates were empty, I finally looked up. The ballroom had fallen silent, and all eyes were on me. I wiped my mouth with a tissue, I don't know about my expression at the time.

I stood up, leaving the mess behind without a second thought. As I walked away, the whispers and stares followed me. But none of it mattered. I had satisfied my hunger, at least for now. And that was the only thing that ever truly mattered as I headed towards the garden outside.

Being the famine devil, I always had insatiable appetite and this following me up here this reincarnation, only means I'm still somehow the Horsemen. Also, this body of mine isn't human, there's no way, I could tell a difference between a human and a devil in a human form. I don't need deep knowledge to identify between a curse and a human.

I possess a good knowledge of cursed energy and jujutsu society so far, but it bothers how my technique is manifesting yet. I could sense,use cursed energy in purposes such as increasing speed or strength, learned few swords techniques from observation of the training ground, the work of some clan members usually like they sometimes train my cousin though he is literally a child, some of the clan servant sorcerers and more...

The cold wind blew my face, giving me a sense of refreshment, the outside was just as fancy, illuminated lanterns casting a warm glow, reflecting in the serene pond, beautiful flowers looking edible. I spotted a young boy, looking to be around my age, with white hair shinning under the moonlight, wearing a lavish, formal traditional clothing of the Gojo clan.

He must be him.

3rd pov

In the garden of the tranquil moonlight, Gojo was contemplating his life on a garden bench. Fami walked up to him silently and took a seat next to him in a way that was as appealing as it was off-putting to Gojo.

The guarded face of Gojo expressed discomfort when he looked at Fami.

"What are you doing ?" he asked, his own pride rearing its head.

Fami looked into his eyes, her expression unwavering. "I wish to stay alone," she answered.

In spite of her young age, her words were heavy with more meaning than usual, he could see this child was no ordinary, myabe a Zenin? "How dare you sit down next to me, don't you know who am I ? Bow down and apologise for the discomfort you caused me !" Replied Satoru in a bratty way.

Kiga kept silent, taking stares from the Six eyes that seem to look straight into her soul.

"You dare to ignore me ! Th-" he was cut off by her voice "stop it kid, drop the act, aren't you tired ?" He gulped his words, the Kiga effect. After all, humans kids tend to be soft and shaped by the way their parents raise them, as for Satoru, he would always be under the pressure of being perfect, the strongest, the honored one even though he is just a kid, a common point between all clans is their stressful expectations.

Only the faint stir of the leaves in the soft night breeze could be heard.

He was tired from acting, though it was for few moments, he wouldn't be playing the heir role, a weapon role, even if it resulted badly because of his 'carelessness'

They sat in silence for some time.

"Hey !" Gojo started, speaking in a lower, gentler voice than before "what's your name ?"

She looked back at him, neutral expression, no, an empty voided one that made him question her in his mind, what could this child have seen to be like this ? He thought.

"I go by Fami" she said.

"That's a wierd name" he replied.

She kept silent

"A Zenin? " he asked.

Still silence

He didn't mind it, it was comfortable rather than akward. They kept like this for few moments, only the sound of the leaves to be heard, Fami's steady breathing, her pretty face under the pale moonlight, violet eyes glowing reflecting the light on the pond.

They heard noises from the main hall, Satoru couldn't care less but the girl recognised them, it was her parents and a fight seems to occurre, of course there's no good of bringing your mistress to an official event.

Time to leave.....

"Any human should be capable of abandoning their morality when they're starving. I'll create the right stage for you" she said as she got up and looked at him, making him even guarded, suprised, regretting having his free moment in her presence. Like what she meant? What is wrong with her ? Out of blue, where is she going? All these questions swirling in his mind.

Kiga entered to hall to see her mother on her father's feet, begging for mercy, for love, all desperate in tears. As for her father, he was embarrassed, boiling with rage, it turned out her stupid woman to be her mom, wasn't invited, of course given she is just a whore mistress, Ogi got furious once he knew of her presence, he disowned her alongside me, who got angrier once locking eyes with hers.

It was suffocating from his unleashing cursed energy, the woman was still on the floor, acting like a love sick drunken manchild of a woman.

"Plea*sniff* pleasee huhh*ugly begging *" her last wors before he gave her a punch glowing with energy, as if it was a black flash, killing her immediately by crushing her skull, in a fountain of blood.

All this time Kiga was watching with her usual apathetic self.

Her turn came, but he wouldn't bother with as to not cuase more commotion than the scandal that already just happened. Despite it, he ordered his servant to get rid of his girl.

"A woman, and no manifestation at the age of eleven " were his reasons to send off his daughter and lock her up in a cell filled with special grade curses.

Once arriving at the state, they started dragging her from her hair, her back getting injured from the harshness of the ground, the rocks digging into her, clothes tearing apart in the cold night.

"Try surviving then I'll reconsider letting you live" the last words the famine devil heard as she was thrown harshly to the cell.

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End of the chapter !

Next chapter featuring fami's cursed technique !

Ur thoughts on the pacing ? I feel it's a bit fast, no ?