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THE WORLD HAS TURNED AND LEFT ME HERE

“you remained turned away, turning further every day.” - the world has turned and left me here | weezer blue album 1994

Why. Why couldn’t he have followed? Why was he so scared to follow Bucciarati and the others?

The Boss ruled over Italy, he’d be on the run for his whole life. He didn’t want to die at 16, that was his biggest fear. He didn’t want to be murdered brutally or watch his friends die before his eventual death.

Fugo watched as the boat left, the boat containing his family. Even Narancia had left him standing there. He gripped his pants, staring. “They’ll get themselves killed.” He muttered. He was trapped, he felt trapped. He felt locked in his own mind, why was he so afraid when the others could leave so easily? He hated himself for this but mostly he hated them. How could they be so careless? For Trish? He barely knew her and they barely knew her yet they didn’t listen to that fact. He knew just as well as Bucciarai did that they would live their entire lives on the run if they even managed to survive the whole ordeal. He leaned against the wall, trying to figure out what he was going to do.

He felt like his heart was going to stop. The Boss killing his friends, his /family/ was like a weight crushing against his chest threatening to kill him. He hated this feeling, worrying that his inability to make a decision to ignore death like they did would be what gets them killed. No, no of course not. He can’t be the reason they die because they made that decision on their own. He did everything he coud.. Right? “Idiots,” He spat out, the word came out filled with stress and anger yet a feeling of fear betrayed any form of anger he wanted to have. Anger towards them. He took a deep breath before he began kicking the wall. 

“STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!” He gave one particularly hard kick to the wall, holding his foot for a moment. He was going to be alone, he was going to be alone again, he would have no friends, no family. He shook his head, giving a weak chuckle.

He clenched his fists as he began walking, the same thought in his head. They would all die. He had a shaky breath, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt. He punched a wall, shaking his hand. “Shit.” He hissed. Why couldn’t he control his anger? Why couldn’t he control himself? He looked down and thought to himself, going different scenarios in his head. They can live, Mista had the Sex Pistols, Narancia with Aerosmith. They had their stands, they had each other. They didn’t need him. That was true.. Or was he trying to convince himself. No, no they didn’t ever need him. Abbacchio was able to fight Illuso on his own wasn’t he? It was him and Giorno.. Narancia and Bucciarati were just as capable as Mista. All he ever did was let his anger get in the way. He was always in the way, he was always hurting somebody. He stayed in the same spot, he swore his heart stopped at that moment. He could’ve sworn he had just stopped breathing. He sucked in a panicked breath, sweat beading on his forehead. Had he just been holding his breath? He looked back at the dock.

This was a mistake.

Staying was a mistake.

I’m so sorry Bucciarati.

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MR. BLUE SKY

‘mr. blue sky, please tell us why, you had to hide away for so long. where did we go wrong?’ - mr. blue sky | electric light orchestra out of the blue 1976

Shit.. oh god, oh god, oh god

Fugo held Narancia in his arms, speeding around the colosseum. This wasn’t part of the plan, Narancia wasn’t supposed to find him. He looked down at the older boy and shook his head. He looked around, throwing him against the wall. He looked at the blood on his hands, Narancia’s blood. Goddamn it, it was too late to turn back now. He thought.. Maybe staying back would give them some time. They wouldn’t find out the whole time he had been the Boss’ spy. He wanted to believe by the time the team had reached the colosseum they would already be a few steps ahead of him, he could join the boss and take out Trish. After all, Trish was the main issue. After that he could go freely, go back to Naples with the team and there would be no more issues.. But Narancia had seen him and was about to call out. Everything was a blur, in a panic he had tackled him, trying to fight him to stay quiet. What had happened? By the wound on his neck he assumed he had slit his throat. He didn’t even know where he threw the knife anymore. He looked around, his hands shaking. Shit, theres no turning back now. He fixed his shirt, stumbling away from the body.

He knew the plan had to change no, he could no longer go with his original plan. With Narancia missing it would be too risky to immediately take Trish’s life and leave, they’d be on edge. Especially with the trail of blood he had left after killing his friend. He had to think of a plan and think quick, of course he knew that in the end he would die, this was a suicide mission. But still, he didn’t care. He didn’t know Trish and he vowed loyalty to the Boss. He vowed nothing to and owed nothing to Trish. He let himself fall in view, looking at the group. Almost instantly Mista noticed him. “Fugo?” He cautiously walked over, noticing a knife wound in Fugo’s side. Fugo groaned, clenching the wound. “I tried… I tried to follow you guys.. To apologize to Bucciarati and everyone else. I was a coward, I’m sorry.” He looked around. “We were attacked.. Narancia noticed me and when I tried to hug him we both were immediately attacked.” 

He looked at the knife, his second plan. He could fake an attack, say that he and Narancia were attacked, stabbing himself would add to the illusion. While in Rome he had met with a doctor, Cioccolata was his name. He had shown Fugo where was safe to be injured.. though Fugo was almost positive that creep was trying to offer to perform surgery. Considering he heard stories of him he was quick to refuse the surgery. Though he had created multiple stab wounds to non fatal areas and had managed to create the illusion he was attacked. He had injuries from his fight with Narancia, scratches and scrapes, even a few stab wounds from the boy’s knife. Mista nodded, helping Fugo up. “Giorno!” He called out. Giorno and Trish looked over in shock, seeing Fugo was a surprise. 

Please God, please don’t let them find out. Fugo let Mista inspect his wounds. “Narancia–” He paused. Mista’s eyes widened. “He’s okay, right? Fugo.. Fugo where is he?” He was instantly sent into panic mode. “Fugo!” He looked at him. “WHERE IS HE?” He shouted though Fugo’s gaze remained on the ground. Guilt was eating him now. He didn’t understand, he didn’t want this. His team was his reason to live. His familia was his reason to live but they were gone. He listened to Mista’s choked sobs. Please God, please help me lie. Please. 

Fugo looked at Mista. “I’m sorry,” He said. “I came too late, I worried that I wouldn’t have been of much help, but I was wrong. You guys are my family.” He said. Family.. A term so strange now. This was his family but he lied to them. Discarded them like his own parents did. He shook his head. He knew he had to do this, if he could make the Boss happy he could probably save Mista from any harm. He could secretly kill Trish and get away with everything. After all, nobody suspected him.. right?

Giorno’s eyes narrowed on Fugo, how convenient. How had he managed to figure out where they were headed? “Let me heal your wounds,” Fugo looked up at him, noting the skepticsm in his eyes. He slowly nodded. “Okay,” He knew he had to play nice. He looked at Giorno, no. No, something was off. “Fugo.. who attacked you both?” Giorno asked. 

 “I didn’t catch a good look at their face.” Fugo responded, grabbing Giorno’s wrist. “Don’t touch me.” He said. Mista tensed up, he felt something was off. “Where is Buccirati? And Abbacchio? Did you leave him in Sardinia?” Fugo asked. “Abbacchio died in Sardinia.. Bucciarati died here in Rome.” Giorno pulled his wrist away. “Though,” He turned to walk towards Trish. “You already knew that.” He said. Fugo tensed up. “What?” He asked. Giorno turned back to him, pointing. “Every wound you have is nonfatal.. How did the attacker manage to not fatally stab you? And.. we never told you that Abbacchio died in Sardinia.” He turned back to Fugo. Fugo knew instantly, he was caught. It wasn’t an issue, after all, he wanted to get caught.

 “Fugo?” Mista immediately reached for his pistol. Fugo nodded. In one swift motion he knocked the pistol out of Mista’s hand, throwing a capsule and instantly running. Now was a suicide mission. Giorno turned to Mista. He had to grab him but no, it was too risky. He could reach for Mista and try to get him away from Fugo’s stand though it may be too late and if he left Trish alone she was at risk. He remembered that Abbacchio mentioned his stand was almost instant. He huffed and immediately turned towards Trish. “Run!” He shouted to the girl. Trish instantly ran, losing sight of Fugo. Fugo had taken a different route, knowing he could meet Trish outside the colosseum. Where the hell was the Boss!? He looked around, did Trish still not have a stand? He grabbed a pistol from an unconscious police officer, standing outside. The moment he saw Trish he fired off two bullets. 

Before he could even celebrate, he looked down, seeing a fist in his stomach. He turned around, a man with pink hair. Was this the boss? He fell forward. “You’ve already seen my face.” The boss muttered before he turned to Giorno.

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CAGED... CONTORTED

NOTE:: This is part of an upcoming series featuring operations done by Cioccolata with other Vento Aureo characters.

“Abducted by a psychopath with evil intent.” - cage…contorted | cannibal corpse caged…contorted 2012

CONTENT WARNINGS: torture, gore, description of torture, mutilation, body horror (?), all-around sadistic content, cioccolata himself is a warning, suicidal ideation yet nothing is done, very very sharp objects, if you’re scared of doctors don’t read, secco is another warning, somebody has their fingers removed, dead dove do not eat

“I could kill them,” He didn’t really mean it.. Or did he? Not even he was sure. All he knew was that he was angry. Cioccolata and Secco brutally murdered Sorbet and Gelato, his friends. 

They didn’t exist Risotto’s words repeated in Melone’s head, a vicious loop. They did exist, they didn’t deserve what happened, but oh. If only Melone had checked his surroundings before he spoke. He had gone to Venice for a mission, one he wasn’t very fond of doing on his own but Ghiaccio had refused to accompany him. Unbeknownst to him, Squalo and Tiziano had been nearby, at least long enough to hear his mutters. Had they told Cioccolata?

Maybe that’s how he got here, staring at a bright light from a medical lamp. He stared, staying silent. He knew he couldn’t do much, being strapped to a table, the binds were tight enough to feel like his circulation had been cut off. He couldn’t see anything in the room, it was dark. The only light source had been directed to his face, blinding him just a bit. Fuck was all he could think. He couldn’t even use his stand, leaving him completely defenseless. He heard huffing, his eyes moving to the side. He was greeted by the man.. The animal, Secco. Secco crawled closer to Melone’s face, a camera at most three inches from him. All he could do was stare. Is this what he got for the threat? He didn’t mean it, had Cioccolata gotten permission from the Boss? Would the Boss even care? La Squadra had been on thin ice, would he have been left to die? He didn’t think so, of course, his team would come to get him. He heard a deep chuckle, a pit forming in his stomach. Cioccolata smiled down at Melone. A sadist grin ear-to-ear plastered on his face. “Go ahead, kill us.” Cioccolata removed the binding on Melone’s body. Melone planted his hands onto the medical and pushed himself off, instantly collapsing. No.

“The spinal cord is important to the body, it helps you move, helps your organs,” Cioccolata began, his foot planted onto the purple-haired man’s back. “There are 31 nerves inside of the spinal cord,” From that sentence, Melone knew exactly what happened. “I severed your spinal nerves T1 and T6,” 

“You bastard!” Melone shouted, he never meant to say that out loud but for fucks sake, the man paralyzed his legs. Secco crouched lower, the camera directly in Melone’s face, panning down his back. Without much ability to protest, Melone didn’t fight Cioccolata when he had picked him up to place him back on the table. He felt his heart beating, feeling like it would rip directly out of his chest. He stared at the light as it shined brighter into his eyes. “I would recommend sitting up unless you want to drown in your blood,” Melone’s eyes widened. What the FUCK was this psychopath going to do to him. Cioccolata threw him over his shoulder, walking towards a chair. It looked like the type of chairs you’d sit in at the dentist. He put the back, securing the man’s head to the back of the chair. “Open,” Cioccolata demanded, without a choice, Melone slowly opened his mouth, a cheek contractor placed into his mouth. He didn’t even know what to do, a needle entered his right arm, and another was placed into his left. “Oh, oops,” A chuckle left Cioccolata’s mouth. “It looks like Secco missed your vein.” He took the needle out, causing Melone to wince in pain. He was never very fond of needles, much less now. Once the nail was lodged into his arm again he groaned. “You’ll need a blood transfusion as we do this,” Cioccolata spoke. “I apologize for any pain that’ll be caused,” Melone knew that was absolute bullshit. His tone of voice wasn’t apologetic, he knew this made the former surgeon excited. 

Cioccolata gripped Melone’s tongue, Melone instinctively pulling his tongue away. A scowl formed on Cioccolata’s face. “Moving your tongue while we do this is dangerous, “ He warned. Melone’s brows furrowed, do this. What the hell did he mean? Cioccolata grabbed a hemostat and placed it on his tongue. The grip was firm. “Secco, hold this for me.. You’ll be rewarded.” Cioccolata stared into Melone’s eyes, his expression dark as tears pricked the other’s eyes. He rarely cried. Nobody had ever seen the ardent man cry before, he was often seen as excited. Sure he cracked when they got Sorbet and Gelato’s bodies but he didn’t cry and he back to being a nuisance the next day. Secco set the camera onto a stand, pointing directly at Melone. Cioccolata grabbed a sharp scalpel with a gloved hand. “This won’t be too hard, it’ll cut through easily.” To prove his thought, he lightly pressed, dragging the scalpel along Melone’s cheek, cutting it. Melone instantly yelled in pain, seeing the smile on Cioccolata, as if it was even possible his smile had gotten weird. 

He placed the scalpel against the middle of his tongue, dragging it down till he reached the tip of his tongue, Melone’s screams filled the room, and he felt a bit of the blood trickle down his throat. The salty metallic taste reached his nose. Cioccolata pulled away, “Did you know salt on a wound can dry the blood? We don’t want you to bleed now do we?” Cioccolata cackled, pouring the salt onto Melone’s tongue. It burned. Oh god, it burned. I’m going to die here. That was that he could think, he was going to die here, at the hands of his sick sadist. He couldn’t even fight back, trying to move his arms caused him a burning pain, he assumed it was from the needles. Cioccolata smirked at him, scraping the clumped-up salt with the scalp, cutting his tongue in the process. Melone choked on his screams, tears running down his cheeks. His tongue involuntarily twitched, causing the scalpel to make jagged cuts. Melone glared at the camera, it caught every tear, every twitch in his body. He knew Cioccolata had been making unnecessary cuts on his tongue, prolonging his pain. All of this because he had said he would kill him and Secco, he didn’t even mean it. He felt himself slowly starting to lose consciousness. At least he wouldn’t have to feel the pain, right? Cioccolata light slapped his face, “No, no, we can’t have that.” He walked to the drawers, pulling out a capsule of smelling salts. He brought it to the man’s nose, his eyes bursting open. A small chuckle left Cioccolata’s lips as he grabbed the scalpel again, slicing the tip of Melone’s tongue, forcing a shriek from his throat, Cioccolata dropped the flesh onto a small surgical plate. 

Cioccolata cut into the corners of Melone’s mouth. “I need more room to work, the blood dripped down onto Cioccolata’s gloves and Melone’s shoulders. So this is what the blood transfusion was for. Melone’s cheeks were stained with tears, his eyes red and puffy. He looked down, seeing as Secco looked intently at him, raspy huffing leaving his mouth. It felt like that was all he could hear, the rasp from Secco and his hot breath against his face. He couldn’t tell if the sweat was from the pain or from the fact Secco’s breath had been on his face for the past.. How long has it been? He remembered the clock was at 2:40 pm since the operation had started. He looked at the clock, 4;16. It had been two hours and barely the tip of his tongue was cut off. This was long torture.. Torture was exactly what it was. Cioccolata moved the chair back, cutting into Melone’s tongue. Melone took a deep breath, his eyes showed instant regret as he began choking on his own blood. Cioccolata grinned, putting the seat back up. He released Melone’s head, letting it fall forward. He allowed the man to spit out the blood, it fell onto his lap but the process of spitting caused a burning sensation. Before he could even react he was forced back against the chair, his heading being strapped again. Secco grabbed Melone’s tongue with the hemostat, holding it out for Cioccolata. The green-haired man ran the scalpel over his tongue again, deepening the previous cuts. Melone huffed, trying to prevent screaming. He didn’t want to give Cioccolata the satisfaction. Cioccolata then began the process of removing Melone’s tongue. First cutting just below his uvula. Melone sucked in the taste of his own blood, having no alternative. With a hum from Cioccolata, Secco moved Melone’s tongue up, allowing Cioccolata to cut him, avoiding his veins. His throat was scratchy from screaming, he tried to scream but it came out as a weak wail, his throat burning. 

Cioccolata finally began to cut through the veins, this is what hurt the most. Melone’s upper body thrashed around, wailing. He sobbed, he couldn’t hold back any emotions. Cioccolata held his tongue between his fingers, Melone’s mouth filled with blood that dripped from the sides. Cioccolata grabbed a cloth, pressing it against his tongue to stop the bleeding, Melone instantly fell unconscious, Cioccolata smirking at him. “He likes to make jokes, he likes to smile,” Melone had awoken, feeling cold. He looked around, gulping. He couldn’t see anything. He felt around, realizing he was on the floor. He felt a door, desperately knocking. The door was opened by Prosciutto. “Can I he–” He saw Melone on the ground, his stomach dropping. A note stapled to his arm, it was a simple note from Cioccolata, a warning; any threat to his life or Secco’s life was as good as suicide. The more he looked at the man, the more he realized the horror his friend suffered. Melone made incoherent noises, unable to speak. Prosciutto looked down, there were four-inch cuts on the corners of Melone’s mouth, looking like a smile. He glanced down at his hands, noting that his fingers had been severed off, down to the knuckles. He noticed him on the floor, not standing or trying to stand, assuming he couldn’t walk. He grabbed him, dragging him inside. That's when he saw into his mouth, his tongue had been cut off. He stumbled back in horror, staring at him, he’s never been caught off guard like this. Melone tried to feel around, confused and afraid. Was it Prosciutto? He recognized the voice. All he could do was lie on his side as the others discussed his condition, he couldn’t tell who it was though somebody recommended putting him out of his misery. He couldn’t deny he was in misery but he wasn’t some sick dog, though he knew they weren’t wrong. He had been paralyzed, blinded, and without his tongue, he couldn’t talk. He was picked up and placed into his room, he couldn’t even sleep. He stared at nothing, propped up on his bed. At this point, he wanted to die.

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JJK x Evangelion #1

Chapter One

Welcome to Project R.S

Monday

6:30 PM

“You’re Gojo, right?” Satoru looked at the man in front of him, he stared at the man with a look of confusion. “Yeah.”

“I’m Masamich Yaga, Kukan officer. Your dad sent me to come get you.” The man shrugged as he glanced down at the teenager. “Told me you already knew why, so,” Without any other words he began walking with Satoru following closely behind. “There aren’t many teenage pilots, there’s a squad of you guys but there’s mini groups.” He said. “I’ll be overlooking you guys though,” He grumbled. “Who are the others?” Satoru asked as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “There’s Ieiri, she’s 16. She may not be near you as much, you’re teamed up with Geto, just like Ieiri he’s 16. You guys are all roomed together. Ieiri, Geto, Nanami, and Haibara.” He spoke. “You said there was a squad,” Satoru followed Masamichi into a compound. “This is where you guys will be living,” Satoru’s eyes traveled to a girl who seemed to be sitting with another boy. The boy looked uninterested in the conversation while the girl was sitting with her legs on the table. “Kusakabe, Mei, this is Gojo,” Masamichi pointed to Satoru.

“Isn’t this the big man’s son?” Mei smirked at Satoru. Satoru looked up at her. “You scared?” He asked, Mei bent to his eye level. “As if,” Atsuya pulled her away. “Atsuya Kusakabe,” He said. “That’s Mei Mei, she only goes by her alias so,” He shrugged. He took a drag from his cigarette before Masamichi pulled it away. “Where did you get this?” He asked. “Ieiri.” Both Mei and Atsuya spoke. Satoru watched Masamichi storm towards a room. Mei sat back down with Atsuya, looking at Satoru. “How old are you?” She asked. “16,” Satoru sat down on the opposite couch. “You?” He asked.

“I’m 19, Kusa and Hime are both 18.” Mei said, staring at Satoru. “They bring too many kids here.” She placed her legs over his lap and leaned her head back. Atsuya looked at Satoru, raising an eyebrow. “Have you ever fought a fallen before?” He asked. “I’ve heard of you before. Gojo this, Gojo that, but never heard of you fighting a fallen, so?” He hated that. He risked his life daily just for this kid to be the most popular among his peers. Satoru was about to reply before Masamichi called him over. He got out from under Mei’s legs and began to walk to the room where he was called from. He looked at Masamichi before seeing a boy and a girl in the room. The girl had short brown hair and hazel eyes. She stared at him before he looked at the boy. The boy had long black hair and a bang over his left eye. His purple eyes stared darkly at him. The blue-eyed boy smiled smugly. From meeting Atsuya and Mei he assumed he had to keep his confidence. He walked over to the last bed on the right side of the room. Masamichi sighed. “That’s Ieiri.. And that’s Geto.” He pointed to both teens. Shoko smiled at Satoru. “You’re Gojo, right?” She asked. Satoru nodded. “The one and only,” He winked at her before Suguru shoved him face-first onto his bed. “The commander’s favorite who never fought? We’ve heard of you.” He smirked before rolling his eyes. Satoru stood up. “Not the commander’s favorite,” He shoved Suguru back. “Besides, didn’t you only fight one? Lost your shit?” He threw himself onto his bed and sighed. “Wanted to kill humanity?” He raised an eyebrow. Before the two can continue bickering Masamichi’s voice boomed through the doors. He heard the rumor.

The three teens walked out of the room and went into the common room. Masamichi stared at the teens in the room. “Welcome.” He sighed. “As you can see, there’s a lot of you here. You all are here.. To pilot the mechs.” 

Atsuya jumped up. “What? I thought they were here to study the fallen. Yaga, 14 year olds?” He raised an eyebrow. “This is– This is dangerous. Utahime and I are almost 18, Mei is 19, we’re– we’re adults.” It’s not like he cared, he was confused. Albeit a little annoyed knowing there would be literal kids on his team. Masamichi stared at them, nodding. “I’m aware of that.” He pointed out. He sighed and glanced at all the teens. “When I say your name, come grab your card.” He took a deep breath. He knew what the future held for these kids. How dangerous it was to pilot a mech, especially for their ages. “Yuu Haibara, Kento Nanami, Shoko Ieiri, Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo,” He looked at Mei. “Mei, you’ll take Gojo and Geto. Kusakabe you have Haibara and Nanami, Iori, you’re new so you’ll only have Ieiri.” He looked at the clock. “It’s bedtime, get ready for bed. Lights out in 30 minutes, tomorrow we’ll start training.” He glanced around before walking out of the common room into a separate house. 

Satoru glanced over at Suguru and smirked before yanking his card. “Let me see this,” He looked at the card. “Hey! Hey, hey–” Utahime was immediately cut off by Satoru. “Suguru Geto, 16 years old,” He continued to read. “You haven’t fought a single one,” He tossed his card back to him. Before he could speak anymore Atsuya slapped the wall. “Get to the rooms and sleep, 6 am sharp we’re waking up so brush your teeth, hair, whatever, and sleep.” He demanded before he began walking out. Mei smirked. “Bossy~” She turned to rest and waved before she walked toward her room. Utahime left without a word, shutting off the common room lights. Satoru plopped onto the couch and stared at the others. “So what? Fighting monsters in giant robots?” He asked. Kento nodded. “It’s late, I’m going to bed.” He walked out of the room. Little by little everybody left until it had just been Satoru. Satoru rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket, grabbing a letter. Why the hell did his dad even bring him here? It wasn’t for a father-son reunion so he knew there were more reasons. He didn’t understand why teenagers were brought in to pilot the mechs. He looked at the bottom of the letter, ‘Project R.S.’ He looked around the room. He studied Kukan as a kid, he wanted to be like his father so he learned. This was something completely knew and it held reason. He lied on the couch before falling asleep, holding the couch pillow close

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Suguru Geto: When The Villain Is Right

Villains can sometimes be the most loved characters in an anime but even if they are, it's always easy to understand why they aren’t right. But what happens when the villain is right? In this, I will be discussing the downfall of Suguru Geto and why he wasn’t /wrong/.

| | SPOILERS FOR JUJUTSU KAISEN SEASON 2; HIDDEN INVENTORY EPISODES | |

We’re first introduced to Suguru as a villain, in his first appearance he is Kenjaku, therefore, I will only be talking about Jujutsu Kaisen 0 (JJK0) and Jujutsu Kaisen Hidden Inventory (HI). Jujutsu Kaisen 0 is a prequel following Yuta Okkotsu who’s being haunted by his childhood best friend Rika. When we see Suguru in this movie he is a cult leader who hates non-curse users (whom he calls monkeys). I want to look at two members of his group, twins Nanako and Mimiko Hasaba. At this time both girls are 15 years old and shown to primarily be within Suguru’s general location. The reason why I specifically point out these two is because they hold more importance within the series than I initially gave them credit for.

Based on the time jump from JJK0 and HI both girls would be about 7 with what I will be talking about. Suguru’s first appearance during the Hidden Inventory episodes shows him as a student alongside Satoru Gojo and the other sorcerers such as Kento Nanami. The first few episodes feature Suguru and Satoru as they are tasked to protect Riko Amanai, the Star Plasma Vessel for Tengen. This version of Suguru is extremely different from the version we see later on as Suguru’s view of his power is that he feels a sorcerer's job is to protect those who cannot protect themselves. He takes his role seriously, believing there is a reason for this. When he and Satoru are sent out to protect Riko, they successfully ward off assassins up until Riko’s final moments. Suguru gives Riko the option for her future, she ultimately decides that she would like to stay with everybody but in an instant, she’s shot in the head by Toji Fushiguro. The man hired by the Star Religious Group to kill her. This is the exact moment that paves the path for Suguru’s later decisions. Riko Amanai is a 14-year-old girl who had been thrown into the Jujutsu World, this is something that Suguru thinks about. Upon retrieving her body he and Satoru come face to face with an extremely harsh reality.

Sorcerers are not cared about.

The members of the Star Religious Group are clapping and cheering for the death of a child. This is something that is shown to be very damaging for Suguru as he thinks of who he’s meant to be protecting. Why protect the people who may be just as bad as a curse itself for clapping over the murder of a kid? In the scene, Satoru asks if they should kill them but Suguru decides against it, stating sorcerers kill with reason. Suguru is dealing with an internal battle, shown by a pessimistic view of life. Suguru has a conversation with Yuki Tsukumo where he learns that curses are created by non-sorcerers and their emotions such as hatred (Mahito). Suguru is left with the realization that non-curse users like the members of the Star Religious Group are the cause of curses yet they’ll have no problem with the death of sorcerers or those who can use jujutsu despite being the people who can save them. This is made worse when a second-year student Yu Haibara dies on a mission. 

Suguru is sent on a solo mission to help a village that has curses, while there he is shown a cage that has two young girls in it. Those young girls are the previously mentioned twins Nanako and Mimiko who are about 7 or 5 at the time. With the knowledge of what causes curses, seeing these abused and scared little girls being caged up like animals set Suguru off to where he decides to kill not only the villagers but also his parents, with the new plan to eliminate all non-curse users to create a safe and in his eyes, perfect world. Now, I know after saying that his plan involved genocide having the title of this post saying that he wasn’t wrong may be a bit confusing so let me explain.

Suguru Geto’s plot is an example of somebody who had every right to become a villain. Becoming a sorcerer is signing away your life because, at the end of the day, death could be knocking at your door at any moment. Suguru isn’t a villain like Mahito who does what he wants for his own gain. Suguru is a villain but he cares for people, it is shown that Suguru was a caring person when both Nanako and Mimiko were willing to try and convince Ryomen Sukuna of all people to help which resulted in the death of the twins. Suguru was pushed to his limit after seeing that humans don’t care for what’s sacrificed for their lives, at least from what’s shown by the death of Riko Amanai. It’s easy to say that sorcerers are gifted the ability to know they saved lives but not many people would find that to be an award for everything they’ve done. From seeing people cheer for the death of a child to seeing children being locked up, Suguru just didn’t find meaning in his job in the end.

That’s all for this, if you enjoyed it then yay, if not please let me know how you feel. If there was something wrong do let me know and if you want more Jujutsu Kaisen writings or stories then follow.

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Why Jujutsu Kaisen’s Deaths IS Good Writing

| | SPOILER ALERT ; my hero academia season 6, jujutsu kaisen season 2 | |

I’ve seen this brought up a lot on Twitter, the argument that Gege Akutami doesn’t know how to write and the deaths were just lazy writing. This argument stems from My Hero Academia’s Paranormal Liberation War (PLW) and Jujutsu Kaisen’s Shibuya Incident (SI) being out around the same time. This will be discussed for anime only as I’ve only watched the anime for both. Spoilers for both.

Without diving too deep into what PLW was about, I will explain only the things that are important to what I will discuss. Class A-1 has about 20 students and their teacher Shouta Aizawa, this means all 20 students along with a fellow class and other pro heroes were involved in this war against the villains while SI had Yuji Itadori alongside his classmates Nobara Kugisaki, Megumi Fushiguro, Maki Zen’in, Toge Inumaki, and Panda. With the students with Utahime Iori and the sorcerers. Akutami makes it very clear that they are not afraid of killing off characters. What made me very nervous was the fact there was an extremely high possibility for my favorite characters to die, which some did. The characters in the PLW are packed with main character armor which doesn’t make me feel much fear for them as in the end none of the fights scared me.

Satoru Gojo being sealed into the prison realm is what makes the viewer afraid, without one of the most powerful characters out it raises the stakes. Having main characters be on the chopping block is what makes writing unpredictable, a popular argument is that the writing is simply just a shock factor which I don’t agree with, While the deaths were shocking, they served some amount of purpose, for example, Junpei Yoshino who died in season 1 of Jujutsu Kaisen. Junpei served as the first of Mahito’s victims related to Yuji Itadori. An important thing to take into consideration when talking about deaths in Shonen anime is that there needs to be something at stake, something that makes you feel afraid for the characters. Whenever I see a villain on screen I feel an instant rush of fear for the characters, take the scene in episode 18 of Jujutsu Kaisen season 2 where Kento Nanami is fighting the transfigured humans at the train station. With half of his body being burnt there's a sense of fear, then Mahito appears behind him. That scene was beautifully done as we see Nanami fighting until he can’t fight anymore, the pause as relief rushes through your body until Mahito is shown then Haibara is shown. It’s a pretty realistic scene if you ignore the curses and fictional elements. Now compare that to watching the fight between Fumikage Tokoyami, Keigo Takami, and Dabi in PLW.

There wasn’t any fear considering it becomes painfully obvious that the stakes aren’t up when the ‘good guys’ are constantly given plot armor and win every fight with little to no long-term damage as Keigo’s wings work again after a while.

During the Hidden Inventory episodes with young Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Riko Amanai, while yes Riko’s death was very sudden at that moment, it served as a starting point for what is one of the best-written origin stories. This will be a completely different post but Riko’s death holds a long-term effect as it kickstarts the downfall of Suguru Geto from his cult to his death in Jujutsu Kaisen 0. Now compare that to the death of Jin Bubaigawara in PLW whose death only starts Himiko Toga’s mental breakdown and a realization that she and her friends could very well be next but it holds no other importance after her fight with Uraraka and Asui afterward. While I’m not trying to praise Gege Akutami as a writing God it’s important to take in the factor of death holding long-term importance in a series.

Another good example is the fight between Aoi Todo, Yuji Itadori, and Mahito. During the fight Aoi cuts off his hand after being touched by Mahito, therefore removing his ability to use boogie woogie later on in the story aside from the one he did by clapping Mahito’s hand in what could probably be in my top 5 moments in Jujutsu Kaisen. Moments like Nobara’s death hold some importance to the characters and act as motivations rather than  just something to get a gasp out of viewers. It’s easy to say that Nobara and Nanami’s deaths kickstarted the snow scene between Yuji and Mahito, showing a very new side of him. 

In conclusion, I don’t think the writing for Jujutsu Kaisen is lazy. I believe that killing off characters is something that should be seen as good rather than fully negative just because your favorite character died. If you enjoyed this then yay, if you didn’t then feel free to give me your opinion in the comments. Again, if there was anything said that wasn’t true then do let me know. Have a great day.

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Villain Gojo #2

#2, Okkotsu

 “Two or three years from now my kid will be sold off to the Zen’in clan. Do what you will with that.” 

He did.

2018

 12/20/18

“Okkotsu could do it.” Suguru leaned against the wall of the morgue. Shoko only shook her head in response. “I thought you didn’t want to bring him into it?” She and Suguru already discussed bringing Yuta back to Japan. She brought up the idea only to be denied by him. While the two knew Yuta could be stronger than Satoru, Suguru didn’t like the idea of putting a student in danger like that. Fighting a curse was nothing like fighting Satoru Gojo. A fight with Satoru is just a suicide mission. “I didn’t,” Suguru ran a hand down his face, “There’s too much to consider.” He looked at the woman. “Okkotsu could be stronger than Satoru.. Itadori could be stronger too but I don’t think a fight with Satoru is really what he needs.” Frankly, he didn’t think having Sukuna’s vessel fight Satoru was the best choice for anybody. He knew how dangerous it was for everybody in the situation and most importantly he knew that was exactly what Satoru wanted. He wanted attention. He wanted to be feared to the point where they would have to run to Sukuna and risk death. Shoko raised an eyebrow, noticing Suguru’s knuckles turning white. “Suguru,” She was a bit startled when he swiftly looked up, his face filled with a look that ran a chill down her spine. Before she could answer to him he stood up to leave.

“I need to check on the others,” Suguru looked at Shoko, giving the woman a small wave before he walked off, closing the door behind him. He refused to believe that the situation with Satoru was anything less than a game. He wanted to go back and figure out what he missed or what made Satoru go this route. He wasn’t there when Riko Amanai died, that was him. Did not being able to see Riko in her final moments cause it? Dying to Toji Fushiguro seemed more likely. He shook his head. He couldn’t call himself Satoru’s best friend when he most likely overlooked something as important as this. He shook his head. He knew that this was so much more than a game and deep down he knew he would regret the decision to say nothing. With Kirara and Kinji unavailable his only hope was Yuta but even then, he couldn’t send him out there alone.

He had spent enough time trying to get the girls to use their techniques in case of an issue like this. Nanako’s technique was easy to use for a getaway but he risked tiring her out too much and leaving her open for attacks, the same went for Mimiko. He wasn’t going to send Maki Zen’in out on the mission if it came to it. He hated to underestimate her but to send her in a fight against Satoru was sending her to kill herself. He knew the dangers of it, his best options were–

“Geto?” He turned to the voice behind him. He looked at Yuta and sighed. “Welcome back,” He glanced at the younger boy. Yuta looked a lot different, he had bags under his eyes and looked tired. “You didn’t give up,” He continued to walk, Yuta following suit. The boy seemed to pause for a moment.

Why would he give up? He didn’t see a point in it. He could use what he was given to help people instead of standing to the side and watching everybody he cared about get hurt. He learned this after working with the other second years and he was sure that he was going to see their progression and know that he wasn’t working for nothing. He was working hard like Maki and like Toge. Hell even like Panda. After what felt like forever he finally responded. “Why would I? You called and it shows one thing.. People need me, I need to try.” He nodded. That was the only response Suguru needed to know exactly what he was bringing everybody into. 

Suguru opened the classroom door and walked inside. He looked at the second years before looking at Atsuya who was in the middle of a lesson. Atsuya stared at him. “Can I help you?” He grumbled. Suguru smiled. “Apologies Kusakabe, I need to talk to your students.” He watched Astuya leave and let Yuta walk inside the classroom. “Kelp,” Toge looked up at Yuta. Yuta’s expression softened. He smiled. “Hi,” He raised his hand to wave but was he cut off by Suguru. “I don’t want to interrupt– but I have to.” He said. He took a deep breath.

“Satoru Gojo declared war,” He decided to be completely upfront with them. He received a simple letter from Satoru. A promise of a war. A promise of bloodshed. “Four days from now he’ll be at this school. In four days he’ll expect us to be ready and willing for a fight.” He clenched his fists. “I know it's sudden but I have a plan,” He looked at Toge and Yuta. “We have one chance to make it work, I don’t know if Inumaki’s cursed speech could affect Gojo but if it can then we have one chance to use it. After that, he’ll start to block it.” A nod from Toge allowed Suguru to continue. “Nanako will take you as far as she can afterward to prevent anything, as for Okkotsu, you already have your directions.” Yuta nodded in acknowledgment. He then walked out of the room, much to everybody’s confusion.

“Zen’in, I would prefer if you stayed as far away from Gojo as possible, you’ll fight anybody on his side but for your safety, you can’t be too close.” Maki glared at Suguru. If looks could his blood would’ve painted the walls of the classroom from that comment. He may have been right but she couldn’t just /not/ be involved.

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Sold to the Zen’in clan?

Oh of course Satoru couldn’t let that happen. Toji told him and he knew he told him for a damn good reason. Maybe the reason wasn’t to rope Megumi into this but you do what you have to do. He wanted to make sure Megumi came out different than Toji and he wanted to make sure he did things the right way with Megumi.

“Megumiii~” He smiled. Megumi paused, glaring at the ground. “Gojo.” He muttered. Satoru smiled, noticing the stance the boy was in. “Mahoraga?” He asked. Megumi stood up straight, glancing at the worm that rested on his shoulder.

 “I know when to finally use it.”

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Villain Gojo #1

this is the first chapter of my ongoing villain gojo au.

i want to clarify that i am not a manga reader so kirara and hakari's writing may have been a little off. i got their personality help from my friend who has read the manga. thank you.

#1, Satoru's Game

2015

“He’s dangerous.”

 “Who?”

 “Satoru Gojo,” Masamichi looked at Suguru. Suguru already knew that. Of course, he knew that, he hated that he did. Satoru was his best friend and it felt like he was dreaming every time they brought up his current state. The realization that Satoru Gojo, a six-eyes user and a limitless user. “Is there a plan?” He asked, a pit growing in his stomach. Could this mean that someday he’d have to kill his best friend? Well of course. “How many people?” He asked, avoiding the answer to his first question. Masamich inhaled deeply. “Two villages, there were an estimated 200 total victims,” Suguru clenched his fists. Satoru destroyed two villages, but why did he leave if he could destroy the rest? The answer was simple.

He wants to be caught.

Suguru knew Satoru’s plan. If Suguru were sent to kill him he’d hesitate. He couldn’t see him killing his best friend. He made for an amazing plan and an even better game. “Geto, you need to focus.” Masamichi snapped him out of his thoughts. Suguru rubbed his temple. “I know..” He tried to think of what Satoru’s long-term plan was. He was toying with everyone, that much was obvious to him. This Satoru was different from what he knew in high school. These jokes weren’t light-hearted, this was torture. This was a game to Satoru and he knew that. “There isn’t anybody stronger than Satoru,” Suguru exhaled. He couldn’t imagine himself in that situation, turning out that way.

Satoru Gojo, the leader of a newfound group of people who plan to bring back a new age of curses, where Satoru would rule as a god amongst them, the new king of curses. At least if he could get Sukuna on his side, which was highly unlikely. Suguru made his way back to his classroom, his hands were shaky. He couldn’t bear to do this, to kill his friend but he knew the day would come. He sighed. With one final huff, he walked into the classroom. He had new students, Kinji Hakari, and Kirara Hoshi. He didn’t want to but had no option but to ask for their help. He needed everything to deal with Satoru. “Where is Hakari?’ He asked. “Suspended.” Kirara shrugged, earning a sigh from Suguru. Well when wasn’t he suspended or fighting, at this point Suguru wouldn’t surprised if he ended up dropping out of school. He couldn’t bring himself to even say what he wanted to say. How does he ask his students to fight in a situation like this? In a situation that felt so /personal/. This was Suguru’s best friend, somebody he trusted. Kirara could tell something was upsetting him but she didn’t ask. If he didn’t say anything it was most likely a personal problem. He was always so calm and collected but it was obvious his mind was racing. “I need to go for a moment.” He said. 

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Shoko looked at Suguru. “I know,” He didn’t even have to say anything. They both knew what the situation was and how dangerous it was. “I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” Suguru looked at her. “He doesn’t have an end goal.. That we know about at least.” Though the end goal was obvious. The higher-ups wanted to paint Satoru as a ticking time bomb with a bounty on his head after birth. They would never know what the effects of death are. How it feels to be hunted down almost every day. Thanks to Toji Fushiguro, Satoru learned one important thing.

 The jujutsu world is a kill or be killed.

You either kill those who cross you or wait till they decide they want to kill you.

Satoru wasn’t going to wait anymore. He was lucky to have survived the attack from Toji and he would thank him for helping him realize it before it was too late. “What’s your end goal?” A blond-haired man looked over at Satoru. Usually, he never cared about the way he acted but Satoru walked like he was set on a plan but never talked about it, constantly leaving them in the dark.. “The end goal is fun.” Satoru narrowed his eyes at him. “Why? Did you stop trusting me?” He asked, smiling. “By all means, tell us your great plan.” He folded his arms. “Before you question somebody you better have a plan or else you keep quiet.” He glared at him. The man rolled his eyes and made a ‘blegh’ sound, leaning back against the chair. “Gojo doesn’t even have a plan..” He mumbled, pausing when Satoru stood. Everything happened way too quickly for everybody in the room to process. One second the man stood up and the next he was dead on the floor, blood coating the floor and even the clothing and faces of the others in the room. “And that's why you have a plan.” Satoru wiped his cheek with his hand. “Gross..” He whispered before looking at the others. “Any questions?” He asked, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

This was a game to Satoru, after every village, every victim, and every diaster. It was a game, a challenge for the other sorcerers. Is a fight important enough to sacrifice the lives of so many people?

Satoru was never giving up. Why should he? So many people wanted him dead. He wasn’t crazy but he surely wasn’t the same Satoru Gojo. 

But after everything, he had one big plan in store.

So enjoy it, Suguru.

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' Haibara.. ' {Nanami Kento Angst}

A grade 2. They told us it was a grade 2 curse. Haibara could only fight a grade 2 curse. Were they not careful? Did they not find enough importance in Yu’s life to make sure? Surely that wasn’t it.

Kento sat in his dorm, his leg bouncing up and down. Why wasn’t it him? Why did it have to be Yu? He was there for everybody, he knew that. Yu cared for everybody and saw the good in everybody. The thought of him being gone made Kento sick to his stomach. The thought of no longer having Haibara there with them was painful. Was there something he could’ve done? He stared at the picture on his bulletin board. It was a picture of him and Yu, Yu took it when they went to the park. That day Kento wanted to say no, he didn’t want to go but Yu managed to drag him out of his room and to the park. He stood up and walked over to the bulletin board and yanked out the picture, tossing it to the side. He wanted nothing more than to yell at their teacher. Why would you send us out there? Why would you send him out there!? He began to pace, feeling that if he stood still for too long he would’ve passed out.

He should’ve put himself in the way and protected Yu. What kind of friend was he? He let him die and he couldn’t get the image of him out of his head. The image of Yu inside of the morgue. He felt like he was going to vomit. The way his lifeless body just lay on that table, the white tarp over his body. The way they just handled his body as if it was normal. It was, this was the life of a sorcerer. You put your life on the line for others. What kind of life was that? Was he supposed to be happy? Angry? Yu was dead but it protected others. Should he be happy? Happy people were alive? Angry that Yu died? What was the emotion he was supposed to feel? He felt his knees buckle. He dropped to the ground suddenly. Just forget it, stop thinking about it. Yu’s smile stayed on his head but so did his lifeless look. What once was the warmest smile you could ever be given turned into the coldest memory. He clasped a hand over his mouth, feeling himself gag. He closed his eyes, his head was spinning. He felt his eyes burn, he wanted to cry so badly. He stood up and began to pull out the pictures of him and Yu. He wasn’t even going to let himself look at the photos, he paused, feeling a pain in his finger. Oh. He looked at the blood dripping down his finger.

He just stared, now in his own thoughts. Was this really a life worth living? He saw Suguru earlier, he seemed to have the same thought.. About the same thing? Kento wasn’t exactly sure. He sat on his floor, finally letting himself cry. Had this been any other day Yu would be right there beside him, trying to help him. Trying to tell him to think of happy moments. Happy moments? He couldn’t think of a single happy moment recently that didn’t involve Yu.

But even now, at 27 years old. He just knew.

He couldn’t see the same fate for Yuji Itadori.

You take it from here.