Question for Ya

With the wrapped cursed object in his pocket, he walked out of the dilapidated building and leisurely made his way back to Jujutsu High. The rest of the mission had been pretty easy, except for some cheeky little spirit that tried to swallow him whole whilst he was distracted by Sukuna's wrinkly finger.

Night had fallen and the blue haze of day had lifted to reveal stars that glistened ever so brightly. It was a welcome sight. Strolling peacefully on the concrete road gave him time to think, think about the events that just occurred. He was already being targeted for god knows what and his 'exterminator' knew of his name and his technique. He had an idea of who was behind it the assassination but he wished he was wrong. It was too early for him to be caught up in Kenjaku's schemes. He thought he had played it safe but Kenjaku must of caught wind of his fight with Gojo. Already on the main villian's radar and he doesn't even have enough power to defend himself yet. At this rate, he'll end up on a t-shirt faster than how that truck had smashed into him in his past life.

Another thing that played on his mind was the woman, Akame. He was positive that there was not a single mention of her in the original story. Had she always been working alongside Kenjaku or was something altered that he didn't know about?

'Ah whatever, thats a problem for when I next see her again.' he internally spoke and he had a notion as to where. Shibuya. The tragedy arc of the manga, but maybe with his presence he can lessen the amount of angst that day had caused. Holding onto a glimmer of hope, he steeled himself and vowed that he wouldn't allow those events to unfold the way they did.

Finally dropping these thoughts, he continued his peaceful walk till he felt a surge of powerful cursed energy from across the street.

'Sukuna!' This must've be the part where Itadori ate the finger. He stopped his walk and asked himself whether he should get involved but decided against it .

'The situation there was handled seamlessly. Theres no point of me being there.'

With that thought, he made his way back to the school. Licking his lips, he felt the metallic taste of iron and remembered the dried blood from his broken nose. With a quick reverse of time, he restored his body to how it was before the fight, thus healing all injuries.

The smeared blood that decorated his face vanished as if it was never there and the crookedness of his nose was no longer. Pain became an old friend and a smile regraced his slightly tanned face.

….

In a fraction of a second, a metal bar was inserted into his stomach. Shock restrained his breath and not a sound escaped from him, only the blood that dripped rhythmically onto the floor. The black haired boy dropped to the floor with his back laying against a wall and his hand over his wound in a tragic defence. His vision started to fade ever so slowly, yet was enough to glance over his attacker's appearance. Tattoos that ran across his chiseled body in an intricate pattern and pink hair that stood upright reaching for the heavens. He took a step forwards towards the injured boy, almost taunting him.

The sound of silent steps were killed by the sharp whistle of air cutting. A sword with a purple tint coating the blade flew at a rapid speed slicing through the air like butter and headed straight towards the pink haired boy.

"Pftt." The sword's target exclaimed aloud as he whacked the sword out of the air and sending it into the distance.

Aizen had wanted to leave Sukuna's return to Gojo and Megumi but his intuition had told him not to and oh how he thanked his intuition. His mind had quickly taken note of the situation at hand and he noticed This wasn't how the story went. Sukuna wasn't supposed to be in comtrol right now, Itadori was. And where the hell was Gojo? Something in this world had changed and he needed to find out what.

A kick came from behind Sukuna and the pink haired man ducked whilst grabbing his attacker's leg with his hand and throwing him into the air.

"Come on, blondie. Don't end up like your comrade over there."

Aizen flipped in the air and faced Sukuna with a confused look on his face. This wasn't right. None of it. Itadori was supposed to be able to control Sukuna? Megumi never ended up injured like this in the canon? And was he seriously getting manhandled by a one finger Sukuna?

Still in the air his mind rushing with thoughts, the tattooed man leaped towards him and clawed at Aizen's head.

"Mora."

Time froze. Sukuna's fast approaching body stilled to a stop and his body was open for attacks. Vulnerable.

Aizen took his chance. Kicking him in the head, then threw a punch at Sukuna's chest and grabbed onto his arms to maintain his airbourne status, then threw a double kick to his target's stomach.

Time unpaused and Sukuna was sent crashing into the concrete floor at a brisk speed. In an instant, all injuries healed and he arose from his spot with an ear to ear smile adorning his face.

"You Jujutsu Sorcerer's are so-

His speech was interrupted by a fist to his mouth, followed by a punch to his cheek then a punch to his stomach then a kick to his thigh making Sukuna land on one knee. With Sukuna now kneeling, a low kick was delivered to his head.

Aizen stood in the distance and watched the onslaught in fear. All he could see was a white blur. Gojo had arrived. And he looked angry.

This was another reminder for the difference in strength between himself and Gojo. His eyes couldn't even keep up on the rapid movement. Turning away from the slaughter, Aizen saw Megumi's slumped body laying against a concrete wall with a metal bar inserted in his torso and his eyes slightly open.

Seeing his friend in such a state made him feel a type of way but he didn't have time to get emotional so he rushed over to aid his friend.

"Stay still Megumi, this is gonna hurt a bit." With a hand on his shoulder to steady him, he pulled the bar out of the wound and watched how Megumi's breathing pattern became heavy and deep like waves under a full moon.

"Vicissim."

The pain from Megumi's body subsided and he felt perfectly fine but Aizen suddenly became very tired, his body felt exhausted like he could collapse at any second.

"What did you do?"

"Just returned your body to how it was before the fight, nothing special." He said non-chalantly as he extended a hand to his friend to pick him up.

Eyes widening at how his friend brushed off such an achievement, he asked himself 'How strong are you, Aizen?' He was able to go toe-to-toe with someone that had defeated him without sparing any effort.

'I need to get stronger. Even now as I'm sitting on the floor, compared to the likes of Gojo-sensei or even Aizen, I'm useless in combat and I hate that more than anything. To be worthless. No, I'll push myself harder than ever now.' He won't be useless, he couldn't be, it just wasn't in his nature to be useless.

With a hardened resolve, he accepted the extended hand and brushed the dust off his trousers. In sync, they both turnt their focus to the slaughter and watched as Sukuna helplessly defended against Gojo's barrage of punches. The tattoos started to fade and Gojo stopped his fist in mid air, causing a torrent of wind to wash over the-now Itadori's face.

"Huh?"The white haired man took a few steps closer, invading Itadori's personal space. "You can control him?" Gojo asked his voice laced in wonder.

"Yeah, he's quite annoying though."

"Hmm, prove it." With a quick nod to his blonde student, Aizen threw the cursed object over to Gojo and watched as he unravelled it and gave it to Itadori to swallow.

"Go on, do your thing." Gojo instructed with a smile invading his earlier angry look.

Eating the finger, Itadori felt Sukuna's power rise and attempt to gain control yet he willed himself to maintain full authority over his body.

"Yep, it's me." Itadori said with an innocent smile across his features.

"So you truly can control him. Nice!" He said with a grin plastered across his face as he struck two fingers forward poking Itadori in the forehead and watched how his body slumped into his arms.

"What did you do?"

"He's knocked out. If he wakes up and isn't possessed… he might have potential as a vessel. Question for ya boys, what shall i do with him?"

"Under the regulations of Jujutsu, he should be executed but I don't want him to die." Aizen spoke.

"Me neither, although it's just a personal opinion I can't watch someone that saved my life be killed because of it." Megumi quickly agreed with his friend, the feeling of guilt overwhelming him into a quick decision.

"My precious students pleas cannot be ignored… Leave it to me." Shooting us a thumbs up before disappearing off with Itadoris body on his shoulder.

"What a day." Megumi sighed, letting out a heavy breath as he internally reviewed the catastrophic events that occurred.

"Tell me about it."