Detention Centre

If you take away the brilliant facilities, the free housing and the excellent selection of food.

School's fucking shite.

Hector's not done an ounce of normal schoolwork since his can ceased to exist, and with Yaga taking most of the classes since Gojo fucks off somewhere every other day, he's being forced to cram like fuck to make up for the lost time.

The cunt even put a smoking ban up during classes, making them even more of a pain in the arse. How the fuck are you supposed to concentrate during a lesson - in a foregin language - without a snout hanging out his gub.

'Apparently' the second hand smoke is a distraction for the other students.

My, my, Hector never took that excuse well.

There's four people in a classroom full of windows and vents, you could park a bus up the back and there'd still be enough space left for the lesson to continue. How can smoking be an inconvenience when the smoke doesn't even reach them?

If that makes it an incovinect, then the glare off the daft pricks specs can be classed as a lethal weapon.

Who the fuck even wears sunglasses inside anyway, bar nonces and arseholes?

Multiple times Hector almost ended up at blows with the principal over this exact argument, and everytime they spent more time quarreling than they did doing school work. At least the other three idiots he was locked in class with got a laugh out of it.

Plus all the arguing helped to rapidly improve his grasp of the Japanese language.

There's only so many times a man could stuttering during one of his witty retorts before he has to take matters into his own hands.

By the end of the first week, he was fluent in translating all his patter into Japanese, though it would never have the same flair as it did when said in a thick Scottish accent, but Hector knew some things destined to be lost in translation.

As long as he managed to infuriate Yaga enough to get him kicked out of class he was happy. It's a win-win for the both of them, one get's a smoke, the other gets an absolute menace of a student off his case for a while.

Sometimes Yuji would get the boot along with him for laughing at his antics.

One day when they were standing out on the naughty step, they had the brilliant idea to ditch class and hit the town.

Yuji was telling him about a few of the gambling spots he saw on his commute to the school and was itching to give them a try to see if he could rake in some extra dough. Hector was compelled to join him on that misadventure, he was quite the gambling man himself.

Gambling with his life on the line was after all quite the rush.

Too bad Yaga never took their self excuse from class all too well. For the rest of the school day, himself and Yuji were chased all over Jujutsu High by his insidious handmade dolls.

It was some laugh when Yuji got caught by a squad of the fuckers and ended up being chained to his desk for extra lessons.

Smirking at the memory of Yuji's misfortune, Hector took a fat draw out of his brand spanking new kiseru, blowing perfectly shaped 'O's' into the air, giving zero regards to the members of the populace who shot him dirty looks as he strolled by.

For the first time since he arrived at Jujutsu High, Hector was allowed to leave the premises and enjoy some free time that wasn't spent with Yaga breathing down his neck. No matter how much he denied it, the Japanese Jujutsu community had him labelled as a converted Curse User, and therefore had him placed under house arrest in the school.

No doubt, Gojo must've pulled some strings so that he could slip free of the pseudo-imprisonment, but who's he to complain when things go his way for once. As soon as Yaga gave him the all clear, he was out of there faster than a straight man leaving a gay bar.

Just his luck that the day he regained some freedom, he was called up for an assignment. Cutting short his day full of puffing and drinking with the area's talent.

Apparently all of the first-years were called out for the mission since the third-years are suspended and the second-years are away for a wank somewhere. Seriously, the schools fucking ghost town at this point.

He wasn't bothered about being stuck with a mission though, he was feeling cramped at the school and was itching for a decent scrap to vent the stress that wouldn't seem to leave his body no matter how much smoke filled his lungs.

After a taxi ride, which he shamelessly paid for with some funds he acquired at one of the pachinko places Yuji wanted to check out. Where he may, or may not have tampered with the machines to hit the jackpot in order to score a bottle of premium sake which was currently being stored in Mimic's neverending stomach.

Hector rocked up to the Juvenile detention centre, where the exorcism was taking place at. As he arrived he was just in time to see a middle-aged woman being escorted away by men in suits. She seemed to be yelling about some guy named Takashi - her son maybe?

Yuji, Megumi and Kugisaki were all stationed next to a presumed 'Window' who Hector assumed would be briefing them about the task at hand.

Making them aware of his presence, Hector exhaled the smoke resting in his lungs and greeted, "What's happening troops." With his strange Scottish-accented Japanese.

Yuji was the only one who said anything in return, Megumi looked unusually edgy - probably because he was late, but how is that his problem? If anything, blame the pricks that gave him a mission while he was out in the town.

Kugisaki on the other hand glanced between him and the still burning mound of tobacco at the end of his kiseru, "Seriously? Do you ever stop smoking?" She complained while making a show of holding her nose and waving as if the smoke was right in her face.

"Only if a hot woman asks nicely." Hector replied, unabashedly taking another draw from his kiseru.

Smirking, she puffs her chest out, accentuating her shapely figure and says, "Well, are you going to stop then?"

Before he voiced a retort, Hector blew a high density stream of smoke from his mouth, manipulating it to cloud around her face, making the girl repeat her previous show of acting, only for real this time.

Tuning out Yuji's cackling, Hector told her, "I'll think about it next time if you're wearing something skimpy and say please and thank you."

Only giving a cursory glance to choking Kugisaki, the Window cut short the student's nonsense and started debriefing everyone on the situation inside the detention centre. Taking everyone by surprise, even Hector was the fact there was a potential special-grade cursed womb in the detention centre.

What accentuated the strangeness of the situation, was that a team of students were being entrusted with recovering missing civilians that never made it out. Normally a special-grade aberration required the presence of a sorcerer of equal stature, not a bunch of teenagers that were ranked no higher than second-grade.

Yeah, Hector was still pissed at being graded so low, but Yaga wouldn't budge on the matter. Saying stuff like the higher-ups require concrete evidence and another recommendation before he can be considered for promotion.

The slight just pushed him further towards Gojo's side on the matter. Higher-ups are arseholes no matter if it's Scotland or Japan.

The window went on to explain why they were assigned the mission - reason being that Gojo, the only special-grade sorcerer currently active in Japan, is away on business elsewhere. Hence leaving the task down to his students.

'Smells fishier than unwashed fanny.' Hector thought.

Due to Yuji's ignorance of most things to do with Jujutsu, the window had to explain what the differences between each grade was. To do this he used a comparison between the grades and conventional weapons - if they actually worked on curses.

"Do not engage! When confronted with a special-grade, the choices are to either run away or die." The window drill, severity evident in his tone, "Listen to your fear. Do not forget your mission is to locate and evacuate any survivors, nothing more." He said, showing the first hint of sympathy for the difficult situation the students have been forced into since they arrived.

Yuji, displaying determination Hector hasn't seen in the boy before stated, "Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Hector. We have to save him." As if it were already set in stone.

Losing her usual thuggish demeanour, Kugisaki replied with a cort, "Of course."

While strangely, Megumi took on a harsher look as he locked eyes with Yuji and remained silent.

As the students walked over to the entrance, the window called out from behind them, "I'm going to lower the curtain, be careful and good luck." By the time they paused just before entering, the dark murky barrier already covered the area around the school making it invisible to the general populace.

Without warning anyone else, Fushiguro made a hand seal, and summoned his fluffy little doggy. From the shadows jump a chalk white wolf with a strange triangular seal drawn on the fur atop of its head.

While the divine dog howled loudly at its summon, Megumi told everyone, "He'll let us know any curses get too close." As Hector passed the shikigami, he couldn't help but pet the fluffy bastard when it looked him in the eyes and started making whining noises.

Reaching the thick metal doors, Fushiguro uttered a simple "Let's go." before taking a step inside.

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