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You challenge him to a fight

Suguru Geto

A small village near the forest was getting ready for bed. It was the second month of autumn, and the days were slowly becoming colder and shorter. The once blue sky was darkening, obscuring the already setting sun with clouds. The yellowed trees bent from the rushing wind, causing the birds to quickly hide in shelters, and you to shiver. It's noticeably colder.

Having finished all their daily chores, villagers rather run home, to their family, to a long-awaited dinner and a warm and cozy bed.

And as soon as everyone settled down, the rain immediately knocked on the windows of the houses, as if asking for a visit. But the residents don’t hear him, and with the knock they see the tenth dream. And the rain, as if offended, begins to pound harder. Massive drops drum on your shoulders, run down your face, dripping from your chin. You look longingly into the lights of the houses, dreaming of being there, inside, with a large cup of hot tea in your hands, in the family circle. Unfortunately, this will never happen again.

You are unlucky to be born a magician into a family of ordinary people. It turns out that if you accidentally find a hole in space and disappear for a couple of seconds in front of the neighbor's village granny, the mark of a witch will be yours forever. And, as usually happens in small settlements, very soon the whole village knew and whispered that you were consorting with the devil. You were 5 years old.

Time passed, you grew up and the only one who did not shy away from you was your younger sister. For some reason, the girl was drawn to you, to your peculiarity, and as if frightened by your “eccentricity” (as my mother softened it), her parents did not tell her to stay away from you….she accepted you.

On one of those distant moonlit nights, stroking the hair of a little girl snoring in her sleep, you carefully kissed her small forehead and swore that you would protect her at all costs.

Indulging in nostalgia, it seems that the sky was crying with you. With a slight movement of your hand, you brush away the wet hair stuck to your face, exposing your face to the cool drops. The rain didn't even think it would stop, not at all. Countless drops merged into a single impenetrable wall, falling to the ground with a bright noise, caressing the ears.

Exhaling heavily, you wanted to move on, but…

Heavy steps are heard behind. They are almost inaudible due to the sound of the rain, but you still turn around to check that it’s not your imagination.

“It’s good to see you again,” a familiar male voice makes your heart skip a beat and then beat with a vengeance. One look into these familiar eyes is enough to stop hearing any sound around. For you, this endless world fell silent in an instant. Unprecedented rage boiled in your chest, driving the blood through your veins faster and faster. The gaze slid over his soaked white shirt and over the sharp features of his face. His dark, flowing hair fell in wet curls over his calm face and down below, framing his broad shoulders. On his neck was a small silver pendant that you once gave him, and warmth was clearly visible in the man’s gaze. And it was she who angered you more and more.

To be honest, at some point Shouko was ready to strangle you if you ever started talking about Geto again. However, you couldn’t be blamed - teenage love is a rather insidious thing. After all, first love is the strongest. Meeting Satoru and Suguru for the first time sparked the idea in your head that you were lucky to be born a magician. Happy school days, learning about your magical nature - your teenage years were better than your lonely childhood.

The day Suguru confessed his feelings to you was the happiest day of your life. Far from prying eyes, when heavy snowfall irrigated the ground and fancy snowflakes decorated your hair, he pressed you against the wall and kissed you so sensually and reverently, as if he was afraid that you would disappear.

Drowning in your feelings, you could not even imagine that in pursuit of the superiority of magicians over people a couple of years later, this man would kill your younger sister.

A bright glow of lightning illuminated the gloomy sky. Your face twisted into an evil grin as the man reached out his hand in an attempt to touch your cheek. Taking a quick step back, your hand touched the magical dagger on your hip in a silent warning. A small, stabbing shiver pierced the skin, forcing one to freeze in indecision. You had been looking for him for so long, so often you imagined how you would take out your anger and boundless grief through murder, in the hope that the pain in your soul would subside. But here he is in front of you and what do you do? You think too much.

Geto smirks.

“You used to be more accommodating,” he chuckles, keeping his narrowed gaze on you.

"Why did you do this?" You finally blurt out, tightening your grip on the hilt of the dagger. This question has been haunting me for a very long time; after all, Suguru knew very well who he was raising his hand against when he burned your home village.

“I freed you from the burden,” the magician shrugs as if nothing had happened. “Consider it a favor,” he continues, taking a confident step forward, “I did this for you.”

“You…” you croak in shock, unable to find words. Suddenly the atmosphere became so tense that it could be cut with a knife. The air seemed so thick that you could barely take a breath, no matter how hard you strained your lungs. Wooden houses floated before my eyes, a heap of thoughts swarmed in my head at the speed of light.

"It's my fault?…"

Taking off from your seat, you waved the weapon. The metal of the dagger felt pleasantly cold on the skin, but it was not enough to regain control of himself. Your gaze darkened, your lips pressed into a thin line. The blade did not have time to touch the magician’s body - with a sharp movement of his hand, Suguru deflected the attack to the side, dodging. The ground under your feet parted, revealing a small corridor for you and you instantly fall into it. The next second, a gap in space opens right behind Geto, but, to your regret, the man knows your techniques too well.

Attempt. Another one. Tears and rage cloud your vision, but you are not going to stop, even when the stabbing in your lungs begins.

“Fight me, damn you!!” you growl furiously, breathing heavily, “stop running, attack!”

Before you have time to blink, the dagger flies out of your hands and rolls with a clang on the wet asphalt. Geto releases a curse that knocks you off your feet and covers you from above, spreading into the bars of the cage. The skin itches in the places where you slipped it on the stone road, small drops of blood instantly dissolve in the puddles.

"You know I won't hurt you"

Ignoring the aching wounds, you desperately shake the “bars” in the hope of getting out when you feel hot tears on your cheeks. The body is pounding from the cold and adrenaline, but even more from the feeling of helplessness. Biting your lips until they bleed, you don’t dare look your once-beloved in the eyes. His wide palm touches your cheek, running his thumb over the soft skin. “Warm…” you think, but then you hysterically pull yourself back, “what are you thinking about, fool??? He's a killer!! Murderer!!!!"

Geto grabs your chin possessively, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t worry, I��ll give you time,” he says condescendingly, squeezing your chin with his fingers more tightly, “your sister had no place in this world and you know it,” he slowly brings his face closer to yours, playfully, “You will accept this. And when this happens, we can be together, I will definitely come for you again.”

“No…never, do you hear?!” you whisper desperately, sobbing. Suguru, confident in his words, gives you a smirk.

A snap of the fingers and the “cage” disappears, taking its owner with it. You fall exhausted onto the wet asphalt, pounding it with your fist in rage without holding back. "Never!! Never!! Never!!" you scream until you are hoarse, while hot tears burn your swollen and red eyes, and anger and resentment tear your soul.

As you accepted his love that winter day, you had no idea how many times it would break your heart.

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You challenge him to a fight

Satoru Gojo

"I demand a rematch!" you were indignant, “Satoru Gojo!”

The magician didn’t even think about stopping, didn’t even try to slow down. You almost ran after him, quickly moving your feet, faltered (not forgetting to quietly curse in the direction of your classmate), but immediately picked up your pace again, straightening your shoe that had almost fallen off as you went. Despite the fact that the blond man was in no hurry, the width of his stride always made you run after him like some kind of dog, which always made you incredibly angry. But it always amused Gojo himself, he was never shy about making fun of you, giving you a malicious grin. Especially now, when you once again lost to him in a duel. It has become some kind of obsession for you. Yes, everyone knew and understood perfectly well that Satoru Gojo is the strongest magician in existence, but he also had to have some weaknesses? Any mistakes in techniques?? Maybe you could even play on his carelessness and overconfidence and at least touch him? You dreamed of simply knocking this arrogance off him, of seeing the confusion in his bright eyes. You dreamed of winning at least once.

He can’t be completely invulnerable, it doesn’t happen!

Gojo continued to walk forward imposingly, enjoying the sunny day and, it seemed, completely not noticing your squeak somewhere behind.

A tired sigh was heard nearby. "How much longer are you going to keep trying?" Suguru says slightly indignantly, keeping his sympathetic gaze on you. He was present at all your fights, refereeing your fight time after time. Well, as judged. Documented your endless losses. Geto had no idea why Satoru insisted on accepting your challenges, since they had no value to him. The strongest is well aware that you are no match for him, but time after time he agrees to this absolutely absurd sparring. And because of this, your persistence inflames more and more each time. Maybe he likes to watch you playfully puff up your cheeks and pout with anger? Or maybe he likes it when you blush under his gaze, and then jump up and run away from embarrassment and indignation? Your violent reactions to his banter and barbs aroused such genuine delight in him that no Tokyo sweets could replace this feeling.

Ignoring your friend’s question, you decisively rushed forward and instantly blocked the blonde’s path, crossing your arms over your chest. It probably looked quite comical from the outside. Gojo was much taller than you, you could barely reach his shoulder. I had to lift my head up slightly to look Satoru in the face.

His clear eyes were hidden behind dark glasses, but you felt with your skin that he was watching. Waiting for the moment when you flare up again like a match, burning from the flame of your emotions. "And what will I get in return?" he tilts his head slightly to the side, narrowing his eyes slyly. His lips stretch into a malicious grin as you fall into a stupor. He never set conditions and you always took it for granted. The minutes passed and the longer you didn’t answer, the wider his smile became. He knows that you have nothing to offer him, but you are too stubborn to just leave him alone.

He chuckled contentedly, putting his hands in his school trouser pockets. The tart aroma of his perfume instantly enveloped you as he easily walked around your small silhouette and continued on his way. Suddenly the sunny day didn't seem so good anymore. The singing of birds was rather annoying; the sun was blinding with its radiance. Confusion quickly enough gave way to burning irritation, so strong that at some point it became harder to breathe just from the mere thought…

He's just playing with you. “You’re just afraid that this time you’ll lose to me miserably. How pathetic of you,” you bluff, trying to hurt his pride. It turns out bad. Ridiculously disgusting, in fact.

Suguru is the first to stop, glaring at you with a surprised look, as if he was literally saying to you, “Seriously?” Gojo stopped next and, unable to bear it, burst into laughter, after which he laughed heartily. “Sometimes you’re so funny, it was so bad it was good,” he chuckled, wiping away the tears that had come out from laughing. "Last chance, babe."

Beads of sweat run down your back, making your white shirt stick unpleasantly to your body. What did you expect? This fight turned out to be the most difficult for you, not only because you are fighting with the strongest magician, but also because he… did nothing. Absolutely. While you were twisting around in your techniques, looking for how to approach him, Satoru simply stood there, not allowing you to even touch him with a finger. When your strength was running out, your spear flew off with a ringing sound to the other end of the yard and before you had time to be indignant about the injustice of this fight, the magician slammed you into the ground with a slight movement. “I won. Again,” he grins wickedly, pinning your hands to the ground. “You!..” you growl, unsuccessfully struggling against the steel grip. You breathe deeply and passionately in an attempt to contain your anger and irritation, which only amuses him more. Satoru unceremoniously closes the distance between your faces, watching with pleasure as your cheeks turn red from the surprise of the sudden closeness. "An agreement is an agreement, babe"

A couple of days later, he won’t be the least bit surprised when you’re waiting for him in an empty school hallway. With a smirk on his face, he will pass by, counting down the seconds until he hears your hurrying steps behind him. 3, 2, 1…

"I demand a rematch, Satoru Gojo!"

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You challenge him to a fight

Itadori Yuji

Itadori swore that Tokyo hadn't had a hotter summer in quite some time. The sun was mercilessly hot, and the air became so hot that at times it burned out the lungs. The guy patted the collar of his T-shirt several times in an attempt to cool down at least a little. The training room, although it was located in the open air and in the shade, was not at all conducive to comfort. But even so, no matter how much Yuuji wanted to spend this day by the river or watching a movie, he was not going to skip classes. Moreover, today you are teaching a lesson in hand-to-hand combat. No, he liked the classes taught by Nanami or Gojo, but let's start with the fact that today's lesson should have been taught by the owner of divine eyes. And where is he?

“Gojo-sensei is temporarily absent from Tokyo. As usual, in general,” your voice is slightly dissatisfied, tired. In recent days, almost all the work of the great Satoru Gojo has fallen on your fragile shoulders, which is why you often lack sleep. But at the same time you still try to look great. And such strength (besides your fighting skills, of course) always fascinated young Itodori. Todo once told him something like "You'll understand when you see your chosen one! Just like I did when I first saw Takada-chan!" Indeed, your appearance at the magical technical school made him perk up. True, Todo did not specify what Itadori should do if “his chosen one” was at least 10 years older than him. Therefore, Yuji simply often flashed before your eyes, running around on your errands. In general, he tried to impress you without going too far. However, the age difference does not at all prevent him from staring. He watches, unconsciously follows you with his gaze as you cross the training hall to quickly begin your lesson.

“Tch, Gojo, as always, is very responsible,” Maki mutters displeasedly and sarcastically, straightening his glasses that have slid down his nose.

"Hush, Maki, don't say that!" Panda hisses in alarm, breaking the silence. The muttering of classmates gradually becomes louder, turning into a hubbub, but is immediately interrupted by a deafening bang. The audience instantly falls silent, turning their attention to you.

"Silence!" imperiously spreads throughout the hall, causing Itadori’s skin to become covered with goosebumps “Today I want to do sparring, so today you work in pairs. We work without using cursed energy” you carefully look around at the students “Panda, Itadori, this concerns you first of all”

A sudden thought flashed through the guy's head. What if… “Sensei, I didn’t get a partner,” you hear next to you. You have to lift your head slightly to look into the speaker’s face, only to immediately stumble upon the embarrassed smile of Sukkuna’s vessel, guiltily rubbing the back of his head. He definitely didn't even try to pair up with anyone. If only you would agree.

“It’s okay, I’ll be your partner,” you pat the guy on the shoulder good-naturedly, causing him to open his eyes in amazement. "R-really?" he exclaims, not hiding his joy.

And before Yuji had time to come to his senses, you immediately struck.

The guy's body reacted faster than his head. Itadori quickly put his forearm in front of his face, blocking your attack. And while the young magician looks at you in slight shock, you smirk contentedly. “Good,” you drawl with satisfaction. You always enjoyed hand-to-hand combat, especially if it tested either you or your opponent. There was something… alluring about it. You quickly jumped back and then slightly beckoned him with your hand, inviting him. Maybe it was the hellish heat and the sweat dripping from his forehead and clouding his eyes, but Itadori swore he saw playfulness in your gaze. A pleasant shiver ran through the skin in small ripples, and the guy’s gaze darkened. The heart skips a beat and he instantly closes the distance between you. Hit! You take a step back, not allowing the magician's fist to touch you, and immediately dodge the blow from the right. “Fast” flashes through your head. A short lunge on your part, you jerkly grab the young man’s shoulder and hit him in the jaw with your elbow. Miss.

You exchange blows like steps in a dance, completely unaware of the many gazes. You breathe heavily - fatigue takes its toll. Shielding yourself with your hands, you only block the endless attacks of Yuji, who is still full of energy, and, at the moment when you decide to give up, the guy jerks you towards him for the next move, but does not calculate his strength and shortens the distance too much. As soon as your face gets too close, he freezes, exhaling raggedly. You see a fleeting awareness of the mistake on his concentrated face, the guy’s cheeks immediately flush red. He got carried away.

“Sorry, I just…” he mumbles without looking away, to which you just grin.

"You're getting distracted." A grab, a sweep and a thud of the body hitting the ground. Yuji didn’t fully understand how he ended up pinned to the ground by your thighs, and he didn’t expect such an outcome. But…he liked it.

"Panda, Nobara. You're next," you say and, as if nothing had happened, you go off to drink some water, leaving the poor guy lying on the ground.

A malicious chuckle is heard nearby. “Maki-senpai, look! Itadori is blushing,” Nobara chuckles in obvious mockery, causing the boy’s cheeks to burn with fire. "I'm not blushing!"

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It seemed as if these deserted streets were always so quiet. The clouds were thickening, and a light breeze caused trembling in the body.

Shiver? In June?

Grinning, V stopped. His health is deteriorating every minute and this is the least of his troubles. If this continues, he simply won’t have time. It was not enough to fall when the goal was just a stone's throw away!

"It seems the path is clear, V." Griffon made a circle and landed on a telephone booth, a couple of meters from the next alley, "take a three-minute break and move on, you look paler than usual."

“Let’s go further…” the dark-haired man wanted to object, but a sudden pain in his legs made him stumble. Fortunately, he was not destined to fall - thanks to the cane and the suddenly flying bird.

"Damn you, V! Three minutes!"

Leaning his shoulder on the cool door of the booth, the guy exhaled noisily. The rustling of leaves and the quiet growl of the Shadow calmed, the eyelids filled with lead. How long has he been awake?

Weakness takes its toll, V's eyes close, allowing him to relax a little. One thought is replaced by another, the memory draws landscapes, images, and if the streets are filled with silence, the noise in the head does not subside for a second. Suddenly, amidst this chaos, the guy hears soft laughter. Quickly opening his eyes, V sharply turns around and peers into the empty houses and alleys.

No one.

"What's the matter?" Griffon grunts dissatisfied, following the owner’s gaze. But he ignored any questions. “Hey, V!”

The door of the telephone booth gives in under the pressure of the man's weakened fingers and opens with a barely audible creak. A small bell rings quietly, echoing in the middle of a deserted street. The coin falls into the slot with a clink, and his fingers quickly type in the numbers.

The beeps last forever for him.

"Hello?" sounds at the other end of the line and the guy’s heart starts beating faster. His lips spread into a gentle smile. Your laughter has always been a song for him, helping him to walk towards the light at the end of the darkest tunnel in his life. Your voice was the medicine for his crumbling body and broken soul. Was everything to him.

The world ceased to exist for him at that moment, leaving only this small telephone booth, whose peeling paint once again reminded him that nothing lasts forever. V exhales into the phone with relief, gently whispering your name. But he couldn’t squeeze out another word, and he had something to say. Your last meeting left a very big wound on your hearts, and your tear-stained face still flashes before his eyes.

To some extent, he was glad that everything turned out this way. ���Everything that isn’t done is for the better,” right? The situation with Urizen helped V understand his mistakes, rethink his actions and decide for himself what would be the right thing to do. You…didn't share his opinion. You were angry. His life was much more important to you than the whole world. However…V left.

"V?" - you whisper in hope, but there is no answer. You sniffle quietly and exhale raggedly. “She’s crying,” the man thinks, closing his eyes with regret.

“Anger is a normal feeling,” you once said, “The main thing is to be able to forgive and remember that you are not alone. Now I am with you.”

Your words echo in his ears. Only now, in addition to warmth, the man felt something prickly and burning in his soul.

Guilt.

The Griffon taps his claws on the glass, reminding him of his presence. Time to go.

“Promise that you’ll come back to me, please…” you beg, pressing the phone harder to your cheek.

Long fingers squeeze the cane tighter, your gentle touches emerge in his memory. God, he would give anything for you to touch his cheeks with both hands one more time, to run your fingertips over them. He would give anything for this now…

"I promise." he blurts out in anger and immediately hangs up. He really wants to come back. To hold you close to him again, breathe in the alluring scent of your hair and reject the world that once rejected him.

The man's heart sank painfully. Not only from the realization that he will never feel your love again. He lied to you and it was destroying him, it seemed, much more than his curse.

The safety of the world, YOUR safety, depends on the outcome of this day.

The phone booth bell rang again, sobering V’s consciousness, cutting him off from the past. The cane hit the stone path with a dull thud, and a quiet growl was heard very close by. Shadow touched its owner's hand with its wet nose, lightly rubbed its muzzle against his palm, and then gently pushed its head into his back, urging him to move on. Your smiling face stood before V’s eyes so clearly that any doubts in his head immediately dissipated. Despite his illness, his steps became more confident. Now he is ready to go to the end.

His choice was made.

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Early October. To say that the weather is wonderful today is a blatant lie. Autumn has just begun, and endless rains are already terrorizing the city with might and main, washing away the streets and loudly knocking on the windows of houses.

Fortunately, the small office of “Devil May Cry” was cozy. There is heat, there is light, there is water, hot pizza is served to the table - and Dante doesn’t need anything more to be happy.

Opening the next box, the hunter broke into a blissful smile. The hunter’s nose was filled with the delicious aroma of cheese, and the golden brown crust beckoned…

At this time, a real hurricane broke out outside the window. The rain began to drum with double force, convincing with all its appearance that staying at home in your bed was the best idea that could ever come to mind.

The sound of rain reminded Dante of uninvited guests. They come without an invitation, knocking, wanting to enter. They get angry - lightning flashes in the sky, everything calms down. And then it starts again from the beginning, and so on in a circle.

As soon as the man relaxed, a bell rang and the door to the building opened, letting the cold inside. The sound of the rain became louder, and the room was instantly filled with the smell of dampness and gasoline.

"You could put your office in a better place than on the over side of the sity, you know?"

"You ruined my date, you know?" Dante answered with a smile, pointing to a box of fast food.

"Oooh, I'm sorry!” Morrison said seriously, “In fact, I came to inspect the building as its future owner.”

Noticing the surprise in Dante's eyes, the guest explained: “Just in case. You yourself asked.”

“Go ahead,” the son of Sparda casually waved his hand, “you still won’t find anything interesting.”

"I’ll try." information broker muttered quietly, climbing the stairs to the second floor.

As soon as the footsteps above died down, a playful smile touched Dante's lips.

"Well, shall we continue?" he whispered, taking out a piece of slightly cooled pizza. Even though such a long-awaited romantic meeting was ruined for them, nothing can stop true feelings.

But…

The bell rang again. In truth, today, Friday evening, Dante was ready to curse this damn bell and everyone who comes through these damn doors.

Looking at the visitor, the hunter raised an eyebrow in surprise. A young girl stood in front of him. The gray coat barely covered her knees, dressed in black nylon, and the stranger’s face was hidden by the hood.

The guest lightly shook off the wet umbrella and reached for her headdress.

"Are you Dante? " you asked, approaching the table. The man sighed heavily and put down the pizza, which had long cooled down.

"It depends on who asks."

After introducing yourself, you hand Dante a small stack of papers.

"I would like to offer you one thing."

The son of Sparda quickly skimmed the text and then closed his eyes tiredly.

"Sorry, baby, but I don’t take on family dramas. I have enough of my own."

"But… you are a demon hunter!" you exclaim, removing a strand of hair that stuck to your face. "Isn't this your job?"

“As I said…” Dante stopped mid-sentence. The lights in the entire building suddenly went out, and the radio went silent with a click.

Footsteps were heard again from the second floor.

"Damn you, Dante!" Morrison shouted. "Are you not paying your bills again?!"

"You are the future owner! But there hasn’t been normal work for a long time, and whose fault is it?" the gray-haired man shouted back.

Gradually your eyes got used to the darkness and, finally, you were again able to see the owner of the office in front of you. He sat with his head bowed and seemed to be thinking about something. He hesitates. It only took you a couple of seconds to realize that this was your chance.

“What a pity,” you drawl playfully, carefully sitting down on the edge of the table, “but if you helped me, I would pay generously. What should you do…"

The guest slowly pushed the papers right under Dante's nose, waiting for a reaction. There was a quiet chuckle, the man took a deep breath and raised his head. The darkness still shrouded his silhouette, but you saw one thing very clearly. Sparks in his eyes.

“Stubborn,” he grins, getting up from his chair. The man rests his hands on the table and, leaning forward, looks you straight in the eyes "we agreed."