Awaken 1.2

Akio Geto, that was Aaron's new name, and it simply meant bright and clear.

A nice name, easy to say and rolled off the tongue.

It was the family name attached to it that created problems.

Akio was one year and four months old now, and he still questioned why he ended up in the JJK world of all places. His favorite anime had been Vinland Saga, and his favorite manga had been Blue Lock.

Jujutsu Kaisen was definitely in his top ten, but ever since the death of Gojo, Akio had just stopped caring, deciding to just focus on One Piece and be done with it.

Now, he regretted it, especially as he sat within his room alone, inside a kid pen like some corralled animal.

He knew there had been more chapters after Gojo died, and maybe he should have stuck around to see if Kashimo put up an actual fight, or if Yuta would actually do something for once since that was his favorite character.

He held up both of his stubby hands and massaged his temples, so many thoughts and regrets buzzing in his mind because of everything he now knew.

He thought of running away at the earliest convenience, but he would be a four year old on the street in a country he didn't exactly know most of the laws of, and the chances of pulling a Kamo successfully were slim. Because honestly, who would willingly help him get to America, a four year old at that?

Maybe if he had the money, but there was the problem again, he had no money.

Obviously, he didn't want to die, and Akio would readily accept any cowardly accusations aimed his way because at the very least, he would be a very much alive coward.

However, he practically had no choice, since sure he could scrounge up something and get out of the shit show that would be Japan in fourteen years, but he wasn't a genius.

He had been seventeen when he died, relatively normal, had hobbies like anime, manga, and played basketball.

Where in that quick summary was there someone who could fight the likes of Sukuna or hell, even Someone like that guy who could Inverse attacks.

Akio was fodder, there was no other way to put it, and unless he gained some busted Cursed Technique; it was probably going to stay that way.

Though, once Akio heard small footsteps heading toward his room, he knew that he didn't necessarily have to fight to avoid the coming conflicts.

The door slid open, and appearing in the doorway was Akio's first character he had ever met in this new world.

His older brother Suguru Geto.

Suguru looked tired, as dark bags were visible under his eyes, his shoulder slouched more than usual, and his pupils seemed glossed over.

Yet, when he laid his eyes on Akio, the previous slowly went away.

Suguru shuffled over, stepping over the metal pen and sitting crisscrossed in front of Akio.

"Hello Akio-chan, where is Mother?" He asked with slight irritation hidden in his voice, for what Aaron couldn't tell.

Akio did his best to sound young, saying he didn't know where 'Mama' went and that he was just playing with his blocks.

Suguru nodded along, a frown showing for just a moment before he picked up a red block about three inches across.

"Well, why don't we play a game? What color is this Akio?"

Akio twitched his eye, but he knew that he had to play the part, both for if he planned to change canon or if he decided to play it safe and run away.

Any extra attention on him was bad, and with Suguru playing such an integral part, eyes and ears would be pointed in his general direction at all times.

"Red!" He said with childish glee.

Suguru nodded, next going through each of the colors of the rainbow, but upon seeing he hadn't done a few of them, he looked around. His eyes lit up as he seemed to notice on the far side of the room sat a pile of the orange and purple blocks.

He smiled, gesturing to them, "Can you go get me a purple and orange blocks over there, let's make a rainbow tower."

Akio was kind of over the whole thing, but anytime spent with his brother was interesting, to see a part of a character that was just that, a character.

A person made up, fictional, yet was now flesh and bone with their own mind and soul.

Akio crawled over, since he was still unsteady on his legs, and then pointed at the blocks and spoke using his child voice.

"Is this one the orange one brother, and uh… this one is a purple one right?"

Akio turned around for confirmation, but instead of seeing the relaxed and patient Suguru, he saw something else.

His brother was standing, eyes wide in horror and his hands uncontrollably shaking.

Akio blinked slowly, unnerved by the sudden silence and tension in the room.

"Sugu-"

"Get away from him." Suguru spoke in a harsh tone to cut him off. "Don't touch him."

Akio was shocked, the sheer malice and hate dripping off each word was almost unnatural. And he slowly turned to see what Suguru was staring at.

In the corner of the room, a bulbous black mass of dozens of eyes sat there, its form not entirely spherical as it seemed to wiggle in agony constantly.

Then it clicked, and now Akio had no longer needed to question if he would be a sorcerer or not.

It was a cursed spirit, and he could see it, that changed so many plans he had started to make.

Suguru suddenly held up a hand, and a black portal spawned in front of him. Akio watched as four long hooves of a horse stepped onto the carpet, pulling in a dog sized creature covered in silver fur.

It had a horse's body with the head of a wolf, smaller than an actual horse though, but still imposing as it slowly stalked toward the Curse in the corner.

With little hesitation, the wolf-horse Cursed Spirit opened its maw, a puff of steam coming out before pure blue fire sprayed out in a line and attached to the Cursed Spirit.

The cries were intense as it burned, eating away at its body without any remorse. However, once it was a fourth of its size, the blue flame ceased.

The wolf-hybrid Cursed Spirit dematerialized, and Geto with the same outstretched hand, started to suck in the black Cursed Spirit as it turned into a familiar orb of swirling blue.

With a thud it landed on his palm, Akio knowing it was a Cursed Orb that Suguru could swallow to then manipulate the curse inside.

However, instead of doing that, he pocketed it and snapped out of whatever trance he was in, turning to look at Akio emotionlessly.

"Time for bed."

Akio blinked, knowing he still had a few hours, and he wanted to voice his concerns but was silenced by his brother.

"Not this time Akio, something important has come up," Suguru hurried over, scooping him up and heading towards the door. "I'll be with you, this room just needs to be cleaned a bit more thoroughly by your brother, maybe tomorrow we can play again."

He didn't protest, seeing as Sugru had been too angered to see if Akio had been able to see the cursed spirit, a small relief.

He also, being older and scanning Suguru's face, could see the fear hidden underneath the mask he wore andcame to a realization he was still just a kid.

In the heat of the moment, Akio made a decision, using his small arms to wrap around Suguru and press his head against his chest.

"I love you b-brother."

Suguru stopped walking, looking down at Akio, and his barely contained anger and dead eyes receded until a warm look took their place.

"I know, now be a good child and sleep."

Akio only nodded, but he wondered if showing affection and just being another factor in Geto's life would change things.

Realistically, probably not, but why not try?

Hopefully, it would make him think twice, knowing that if he went down the darker path, Akio might inadvertently be involved or used against him.

It was all he could currently do, and maybe it would have a domino effect in the long run, changing the things in the coming future that would be cruel and unforgiving,

Even still, Akio knew he needed to kill Kenjaku, because he was the catalyst. The person who created Yuji, brought Sukuna back, and had been the cause behind every death of the characters Akio loved in his old life.

There was also a very plausible theory he had a hand in making Toji take Gojo's assassination job.

If Akio was successful in killing the thousand year old sorcerer, it would be like removing the handle of a hammer, leaving the hammerhead stuck unmoving and worthless.

Sukuna was the hammer head, of course, since he was an unstoppable force that once realized will and would cause destruction at a moment's notice.

Akio wasn't dumb, he knew he had no chance fighting the heavy hitters, but if he set his sights on beating the side villains to ease the load, he had faith he could do it.

He could fight Uruame, Dagon, Mahito, and possibly Kenjaku.

He would leave the others to the strongest and those with more plot armor than him.

His attention came to the present, seeing as they entered Suguru's quaint and clean room. Neither of them spoke, and Akio was tucked into a much larger bed before Suguru lay next to him.

The silence was heavy, Suguru because that was his personality and Akio because what could he say, he was one and a half.

However, seeing Suguru's big back, Akio suddenly had a thought, a small pin prick of an idea that could maybe help change the future.

A child so young as him would never be suspected, so if he tried, could he kill Suguru during his childhood?

The greatest and scariest thing about JJK was that the power system and scale was never more than city level at best. Knives and guns still had an effect, and if he hid a knife in his person and well…

Akio laid there breathing evenly, weirdly calm as he weighed the cruel idea on the scale in his mind.

He knew if Suguru failed to save Riko, the same descent into madness would happen, and even if he managed to stop him from meeting Yuki, he would still eventually get to that same conclusion.

However, a promise he had made a year ago surfaced, one that Aaron had made to those of his old life.

To be someone he and those he loved before could be proud of.

Jujutsu Kaisen or not, he wanted to look back on his life at the end of it and nod with a wide smile, knowing he did what he wanted to do without throwing away his morals and passions.

He would survive, he would change the fate of this world, and he would become a Jujtsu Sorcerer when he got a Cursed Technique.

Three years, and then he would learn every facet of his Cursed Technique and capability of cursed energy he could.

If he had a horrible technique, he would just become someone like Kusakabe, a Grade 1 Sorcerer able to at least hold his own without one.

Forcing away his spiraling thoughts, Akio shuffled forward with determination, putting one his tiny hands against Suguru's back and gripping his shirt.

Suguru flinched at the contact, but after realizing Akio wasn't going to move his hand, he relaxed and let out a sigh.

Akio was surprised to find himself slipping into unconsciousness first, barely able to notice his big brother turning around and pulling him closer, whispering a sentence he didn't quite catch in his ear.

"I won't let them hurt you."