Awakening

Gojo POV:

I woke up in a bed in an unknown room. I had a terrible headache and no clue what was happening. The last thing I could recall was that I had died sealing Sukuna for good effectively saving my student's life while throwing mine away in the process.

I sat up on the bed and looked around the room. It seemed that my Six Eyes ability is still with me since my brain was receiving an extreme amount of information and I also saw multiple energies flowing around everywhere.

I heard someone move on my left side and my head instantly snapped in that direction preparing for the worst. But what I saw wasn't exactly what I was expecting. There was a woman on my left side who seemingly had just woken up a few seconds ago.

She had long jet-black hair and her side profile looked extremely attractive.

"Hey," I said to her, confusion clear in my voice. I wasn't exactly expecting something like this to happen, but I needed to figure out what was going on.

Her head snapped to me, and an alarmed look was evident in her eyes.

"Hello, may I ask who are you and what are we doing in the same bed?" she asked in a sweet voice with a kind smile, but that smile promised suffering if the answer to her question wasn't to her liking.

"I am as confused as you are. I had just woken up not long before you and was looking around the room. I hadn't even noticed you. No offence of course." I answered her honestly, but any hope I had of gaining knowledge about my situation from her shattered.

"You don't seem to be lying. Also, the fact that we are both completely dressed lessens the chance of you having done anything inappropriate to me while I was unconscious. The fact that I don't feel like anything has been done to me also plays in your favour. But you aren't off the hook yet completely." she answered and I was absolutely bewildered. How had I suddenly become a non-consensual sexual attacker?

"Slow down lady, while you are busy analysing whether I had or hadn't done something unholy to your body, I'm still as confused as ever about where the fuck I am because the last thing I recall had definitely nothing to do with an environment like this." I told her while looking into her eyes that were appraising me trying to figure out if I was honest or not.

"Alright, I will bite. What is the last thing you can recall?" she asked. I contemplated before telling her since it was absurd even to me and I couldn't imagine her believing this story, but I gave it a shot.

"I know this will sound hardly believable, but my last memories are of my death. But what makes it even weirder is that I remember my death as if I was a bystander. Like from someone else's point of view."

She thought for a few seconds before answering me while she looked me in the eyes.

"It does sound unbelievable, but the fact that my last memories are of my demise just like yours make it a lot easier to believe. Although I still don't quite understand what is happening I suggest we get out of bed first and look around the room for any clues."

What she said made perfect sense so that's what we did. We got out of bed while looking around the room, opening drawers and checking shelves. When I passed in front of a mirror and caught a glimpse of myself, I stopped and went back in front of the mirror. My snow-white hair, blue eyes, face and body type remained the same as in my memories. The only difference was my outfit. In my memories, I had been wearing a baggy outfit, but now I was wearing a fitted black shirt and black suit pants with matching socks and suit shoes. Over my shirt, I was sporting a black fitted suit vest which had a black tie underneath it. My sleeves were rolled up showcasing my forearm and my wrists. I just noticed that I was also wearing a watch on my left wrist and a bracelet on my right. In the background, I could see a chair behind me with a black suit jacket and black overcoat on it. I was confused; first of all, every piece of clothing was jet-black. It might have had something to do with the woman's hair colour whose name I had totally forgotten to ask for.

I walked over to the chair and picked up the suit jacket and put it on then buttoned it up. I also picked up the overcoat. It had two pockets. One of the pockets held 2 jet-black leather gloves and the other held a wallet, a phone and a full black round-lens sunglass. I put on the gloves and the sunglass, then started searching through the wallet and the phone for any useful information.

"Can I get your name and your profession by the way? If you don't mind me asking of course." asked a female voice. I looked up and focused my eyes on the owner of the voice.

"My name is Gojo Satoru, a special-grade sorcerer. I exterminate cursed spirits which are born from the negative emotions of humans. What about you?" I answered her.

"I'm Retsu Unohana, a Shinigami. We do something similar to you, but instead of killing them, we send them to the Soul Society. Oh, and also do you mind telling me what have you found out so far?" she replied. With this, I had already confirmed that we are indeed in some shape or form from different realities or universes.

"Sure, we have got ID cards, passports, driving licenses and there is a credit card in here with my name as well. I checked in the bank app, and we have got a few million dollars, likely my wealth from my original world or I don't know what I should call it. The car key is for a BMW. We have basically everything to get started with whatever. Have you perhaps found clothes as well?" after I finished speaking I took a look at her appearance. She was wearing white jeans with white sneakers and a white sweater. She was also holding a white jacket. The colours of the clothes she was wearing confirmed my suspicion about the connections between our clothes and hair colours.

"As you can see, yes I have."

"Then I say we should find the car and take a look around the city." I suggested while I put everything back in the pockets of the overcoat and put it on. She did the same thing with her jacket and after we found our way out of the house we could see a BMW parking right in front of the house. We walked up to it and I unlocked it with the car keys.

"Well, it looks like a BMW m8 gran coupe competition. Looks like we are in luck this car is fast, comfortable and is also reliable. At least most of the time it is." I said while getting in the driver's seat and Retsu got in the passenger seat. The moment I started the car a plane with a weird-looking design suddenly arrived above us and just started hovering. Then we heard a loud voice speaking to us.

"This is Agent Phil Coulson speaking from S.H.I.E.L.D., please stop the engine of the car immediately and get out of the vehicle."

"No fucking way. Why are there people already on us." I said in an irritated tone.

"Let's just do what they say and if they want something unreasonable then we can get out of here. I hope you can fight." Retsu said while she was looking at me.

"Okay." I answered then stopped the engine of the car and got out with Retsu.

I spread my senses and started preparing my techniques and tensing my muscles in case a fight breaks out. When we got out the plane lowered towards the ground and opened its back door. Several armed men got out and surrounded us in an instant while holding us at gunpoint.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Agent Coulson?"