Once upon a time, this dude lived in this town called Durpington-Trollop, a really cool old place with, like, lots of those roofs made of grass and rocks on the roads and shit. He lived on Stonking Topperhat Avenue, which had no trees because they had all been bombed in World War II or something, he wasn't sure 'cause history is boring and he had to watch stupid busloads of stupid American tourists wandering around downtown gawking at some old castle or some shit, maybe it was actually a country club, who cares, it's old and ugly and all he wanted was a brand-new rowhouse that had its own bitchin' backyard.
"Hey, what's up, dawg?" he said to his friend, Oliver Crimplesnoot, who was a really, really rich guy, a mayor or something, and had twelve cars in his garage, and eight bathrooms in his big ol' mansion, and ate only well done steaks with mashed pea-tatoes every day.
"Well, I say!" Oliver said, putting one leather-gloved, delicate hand over his well-chapsticked mouth. "Whatever does that mean? You sound quite like a Yank, Bertie old chap, old mate, and I am feeling quite cumberbatched!" It was the way he talked, because he was very, very rich. He said "posh," but Bertie didn't know that word because he was a stupid, stupid American. He only knew words like "McDonalds" and "gas station" and "bodega" and "chicken nuggets with fries." He didn't even like vinegar on his fries, which had almost gotten him kicked out of the chip shop, until he threatened to come back with his 312 guns and his pet eagle, Sam, to sue them, because Americans can go everywhere. Also, his name wasn't Bertie, that was a stupid name. His name was Brixtonleigh Colt 45 Cowboy Jr., but he had a fake name because he was wanted by the FBI for being too cool for school. He was friends with Oliver in case he needed to steal one of Oliver's twelve cars. He'd never notice it was gone. He thought Jeeps were called 4x4s! It was hilarious.
"I don't sound American, you stupid - uh..." He had to think - how would they think he was actually British if he called someone "dumbass?" British people didn't know "ass!" "Stupid dumbarse," he said quickly, before Oliver could jump on his horse and ride off to inform the redcoats of his deception. "Stupid dumbarse cuntwipe," he added, remembering what one of the guys on the bus had said to him when he wouldn't get his feet off the seat. He was American, he could put his feet where he wanted!
There were zombies coming out of the alley. "What ho!" Oliver said, aghast. "I do think those chaps are the walking dead! I say, sirs, you cannot invade Durpington-Trollop without a proper permit and a TV license! I shall report you to the council at once!"
"Fuck that," said not-Bertie, then realized he'd been American again. Quick! "Uh - wait." He put his hand up, so the zombies would know he needed a sec. "Arse that? No... crap. What's the word? Sod? Sod that?"
"Sod it all, Bertie!" Oliver corrected, as a zombie began to gnaw at his arm. "Why, I do believe I have been infected. What a bother! I shall call on the shire reeve and the commissioner of the bobbies! They have no guns, but perhaps we can ring the Yanks for some! Oh, bother again, this is rather uncomfortable and not a bit tickety-boo!"
"Bugger that!" He had finally remembered the stupid words. Why couldn't the English speak English, like real Americans??? Maybe they were depressed because all their bald eagles, flags, and guns had been taken away by the king or something. "I'll be back!"
He went and jumped in his Hummer, and mashed all the zombies like British peas were (for some reason), then bought himself 85 Big Macs, 12 deep-dish pizzas with extra pineapple, 64 bags of potato chips (he kind of liked those round ones you could put on your fingers, but he refused to trust British potato chips after he'd accidentally eaten one that was prawn flavored, which he was pretty sure was a war crime and he planned to sue every person in the UK about it as soon as he'd finished being GI Joe and killing all the zombies), a can of cream of mushroom soup, a pineapple upside-down cake, and six gallons of banana pudding. Americans had big appetites, because they were all secretly, in their own heads, giant buff dudes who liked to wrestle. And go mudding. And tip cows. Shit like that.
He stood on top of his Hummer and shouted - in a deep, manly, American voice - "ASK NOT WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY, ASK WHAT AN AMERICAN CAN DO FOR YOU!" Then he ate a Union Jack to show dominance.
"Are you sure he's meant to have left the grounds, doctor?" The nurse shook her head, her starched skirt rustling smartly and her curls straight from a society still unsure if their Empire had crumbled. "I thought they said -"
"Shhhh," Dr. Dimpleshmutt-Biffering said. "It keeps him quiet if he can finish his wee games. As long as he remains away from the ring-around-the-rosey road and the A-666, he should be quite sporting by tea time, and he shall enjoy his crumpet and Marmite without bother."
"I suppose..." the nurse said, pursing her lips. She did rather wish that at least once, the doctor would pretend to be the lad's imaginary friend Oliver, or a zombie, or a Nazi, or a "wild Indian," or a rabid dog, or any of the other things he felt necessary to show his dominance against. "I do hope you're right."
"I am British, old bird," the doctor said, in a very British way. "And I have a penis, and went to Oxbridge St. Pustulence, and therefore I am smarter than Americans and you."
She sniffed, but spoke no more. Really, she had rummaged rubbish from the tip that was smarter than Americans. It was rather insulting. Unfortunately, she lived in a place with no social safety net like the gloried halls of America, with private healthcare and detached houses and a chicken in every pot and trial lawyers, and so could never change jobs, because if she did, she'd have to go on the dole and live in a terraced slum with the chavs and eat only mince pies and underboiled vegetables and off-brand digestives.
The Yank raised his arms and poured root beer all over his wifebeater and basketball shorts. "MURICA!" he shouted. "FUCK YEAH!"
And all the zombies were dead, thanks to Americans, who had also singlehandedly won two World Wars, and we don't talk about any conflicts they'd been involved in after 1945, because it made Ronald Reagan sad.
The end!
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chapter tags/warnings: manipulative! naoya. physical aggression. verbal abuse (not to reader). infidelity/adultery. extremely strong language. corruption. family drama.
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notes: thank you again for your patience with the chapter! life update: i resigned from my company (on good terms, even though the work had sucked my mental and physical health), and i am soon doing a trip to japan and southeast asia as part of my recovery. still, i will be actively writing and responding since this community is so important to me! also, has anyone been keeping up with jujutsu kaisen's manga?! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo
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Life without a sugar daddy was rough.
As Toji Fushiguro's ex-wife and Naoya Zenin's ex-mistress, Mari faced this harsh reality since no one threw their money in her direction anymore. She slept little this past week, overwhelmed by financial stressors. While she still subsisted on the younger executive's credit card (with his fortune, Naoya hardly noticed the charges on his bill), she realized that she actually had toย workย for an income.
Such was the case as Mari walked home one evening after interviewing for jobs, her body and mind exhausted from fielding mundane questions about her previous professional experiences (which she had little of).
Upon unlocking her apartment door, she was immediately greeted by the sight of her illuminated living room.
That struck her as odd.
She always switched the lights off before she left.
However, when she spotted a familiar face down the hall, she found the answer.
"Tsumiki." Mari dropped her purse by the door. "What are you doing here?โ
The woman had not seen her one and only blood-related child in months. While she knew that her daughterโwho was, without doubt, a fantastically accomplished and intelligent young ladyโjust completed her second year at Oxford University, she thought the girl had chosen to remain in England for her summer break. Didn't Toji mention that she did not want to return to Tokyo?
Not that Mari complained. She was just...confused.
Admittedly, Mari should know the answer to her question, but she had been too โoccupiedโ to contact Tsumiki as much as a good mother should. As a result, Mari found herself in the dark about the girl's life in the United Kingdom, her plans for the university holiday, and her recent classes inโฆwhat was her field of study again?
Surely, Toji and his twerp son Megumi would know all the answers since Tsumiki had always been closer to her Fushiguro stepfamily. Quite a shame, since Mari would have considered her daughter as the most perfect angel otherwise.
She toed her shoes off.
โWhen did you arrive in Tokyo?โ Mari continued with a plastered smile and approached the girl sitting with crossed arms in the living room.
Genetics ran deep between mother and daughter. Uninformed observers might even mistake the pair as sisters, the physical resemblance uncanny in how Tsumiki presented a more youthful version of the older woman by sharing the same warm chocolate-colored eyes, long dark hair, and flawless porcelain skin.
Yet, physical similarities meant nothing when Mari could not fully decipher her own flesh and blood.
โI came back to Japan earlier this week,โ Tsumiki responded a terse edge in her tone.
โBut I havenโt seen you until now.โ
โBecause Iโve been staying with Dad.โ
โOh.โ So, she meant with Toji. โYou mean your stepdad.โ
โNo,โ she corrected sternly. โHe's myย dad.โ
Theoretically, Mari could go into a whole tangent on how Tsumikiโs actual father was some middle-class nobody whom she hadnโt seen or spoken to since her first divorce (and that was many years ago). Or how the Fushiguros technically were Tsumikiโs ex-stepfamily since Mari had divorced her second husband Toji earlier this year.
But she spared her daughter from the reminders.
โWell, Iโm glad to see you back, honey.โ With a bottle of unfinished cabernet sauvignon in the fridge, Mari meandered to the kitchen to pour herself a full glass. She returned to living room and joined her daughter on the sofa. โHow have you been? Iโm guessing England has been treating you well? I have never been, so I wouldnโt know. Heard that the fish and chips are good there."
No response.
Am I being ignored? Mari commented inwardly and swirled the red wine in her chalice.
She took her first sip amid the long and awkward pause before switching the topic to encourage conversation. "Anyway, whenever you would like, youโre always welcome to stay a few nights here. Wouldn't hurt to spend some more time with your mother."
Only for Tsumiki to quip, โWeโve talked about this before. I donโt want to live with you.โ
Now,ย thisโMari believedโwas certainly uncalled for. "Watch your tone with me, young lady."
"For what? I am not here because I miss you," her daughter resumed. "If I had a better option, I would not bring myself to show up here and be in front of you."
The older womanย placed her glass down and tried to appear calm.ย Hearing Tsumikiย speak with such contempt twisted a deep knife intoย Mari'sย heart. Once upon a time, her daughter had been the sweetest girlโwarm, full of life, and eager to express her innocent thoughts with anyone she encountered. Now, however, that same person had been taintedย into someoneย cold, guarded, and withdrawn, demonstrated by her disrespect to the very woman who had given her life.
"That is no manner to talk to your mother," Mari cautioned.
"Well, maybe because I have my reasons."
"Which are?"
"Do you want to know why I did not bother to text or call you these past several months?" and Tsumiki did not wait for an answer before she angrily added, "Because I am so upset that you filed a divorce with Dad!"
While Mari had hoped to not bring up the topic before, she had no choice but to do so now.
"That big, burly, bulky man is not your father," she snapped. "He and his emo Harvard-bound son are not your family! In the eyes of the law, there is no longer any relation between you and them. But, I am yourย mother. I had given you life, and this is what you think of me?"
"Because I love them!" Tsumiki opposed through a hardened glare. "Dad and Megumi treat me more like their blood-related family than you do!โ
Mari could not believe the preposterous words her daughter spewed. Sheย always presumed thatย the Fushiguros hadย been corrupting her child, and to see her suspicions confirmed had Mariย standing up promptly from the couch.
"Howย dare you say after all I have done for you, Tsumiki?" Mari interrogated angrily. "Did you think that I left your biological father and then divorced your stepfather for what...forย fun?! These choices were difficult for me, too! But I made those judgments because I wanted to give you a better life in which we didn't have to worry about where our next meal, our next piece of clothing, or our next rent payment would come from! Your biological father is a no-name nothing. He couldโve never supported the lavish lifestyle you had experienced during your adolescent years. In fact, if I hadnโt married Toji Fushiguro, you probably wouldn't be studying at the University of Oxford right now! I, alone, could never have afforded all your years of expensive tutors or private school tuition. Please, think before you speak. I know I did not raise an ungrateful brat.โ
Tsumiki furrowed her brows from the comments.
โYou're the ungrateful one, Mom!โ she insisted, and the said woman visibly reeled back when the girl continued to seethe with antipathy. โAll the money that you had spent while married to Dad, he never asked for a single cent back. Never. In fact, he still pays for my university. In his eyes and mine, Iโm as good as any blood-related child to him. He hadn't asked you to chip in because he knows you wouldn't have the money to. Divorcing the man you've been leeching off of isn't a sign of appreciation, Mom."
To hearย her child defend another family, Mari wasnโtย sure if she was going to laugh or cry at how ridiculous this scene was, the only thing she could processย being theย pain and betrayal that slammed her with one bitter blow.
"Well, did you want to become a laughingstock?" the woman rationalized. "Given our ties to the Zenin name when Toji left the company, those nasty journalists would've clung onto any scrap to label you a buffoon. You know what those tabloid writers are like! I had the foresight to divorce that man. I did not want the disgrace if we remained attached to the Fushiguros."
After that response, Tsumiki turned quiet with one sharp exhale as her eyes snapped shut, and Mari, whose entire body had undulated from heavy and irate breaths, thought that finallyโfinallyโshe had won this godforsaken argument.
Until she heard the younger girl speak again.
"Yet, you have humiliated me more than anyone," and noticing how her mother quirked a brow, Tsumiki went on. "Who are you really trying to protect, Mom? Are you truly making these decisions for my benefit? Or is it...forย yourself?"
Despite hiding a gulp, the older woman noticed her heart race. "What do you mean?"
"How can you explainย this?"
As though that was her cue, Tsumiki reached for her phone. She tapped onto the front page of the Yomiuri Shimbun, the most highly circulated newspaper in Japan. Before Mari could read the bold title labeled as 'Breaking News,' Tsumiki provided her with a verbal summary:
"The world knows you're a homewrecker, Mom."
Naoya found no surprise when Naobito Zenin burst into his executive suite as an angry bull would charge toward a provoking cape.
Plenty of times, his father barged into his private office completely unannounced, slamming the door open with enough force to rattle the wooden bookshelves behind him. Usually, the dramatic entrance would be followed by a slew of harsh admonitions, and this encounterโNaoya could tellโwould be no different.
The astringency cast on his father's countenance gave the executive no other choice than to rise from his seat, his office chair sliding back so he could pose tall and confident as the heir to Japan's largest conglomerate should be.
"Father," he greeted, curt.
Taking hurried steps around his mahogany desk, Naoya aimed to meet the older man halfway until he instead came into contact with one harsh blow that sent his face flogging to the side.
Naoya froze, his gaze lowered.
Instinctively, he reached for his throbbing cheek with one hand as the other wiped briefly over his bustedย upper lip. To have his father approach him physically like this didn't even register as a surprise. Despite his title as the Zenin CEO, Naoya continued to be scolded, lectured, and outright ignored because, in his father's words, he 'never seemed to get anything right.'
Even now, the older man found no hesitation in cursing out his only child.
"You fucking son of a whore! Want to explain why your affair with Toji's ex-wife is all over Japanese media?!"
Slowly, Naoya lifted his eyes from the floor. He had suspected that this would be the topic of discussion. In the last hour, Naoya saw his name plastered over tabloid pages, news websites, and social media feeds as an anonymous whistleblower tipped publishers in regards to his scandalous affair with Mariโand the millions Naoya spent to hide it. Evidence ranging from supposedly long-gone paparazzi photos to screenshots of money transfers circulated quickly with the internet.
Naturally, Naoya had seen the headlines too...
'Zenin Corporation CEO Exposed for Concealing Affair with Predecessor's Ex-Wife'
'Everything to Know About the Zenin Household's Uncovered Drama in Family, Business, and Love'
'Billionaire Naoya Zenin Entangled in Cheating Scandal, Accused of Bribing Press to Silence Coverage'
...and the comments:
'Thatโs why you canโt trust rich people. They never have any shame.'
'His wife and company deserve better.'
'Disappointed that this is the scumbag leading our country's largest company.'
'The Board should fire him.โ
Now, that last comment struck a very particular chord, especially since the Chairman of that very Board stood before him.
Naoya clenched his hands, yet he stood mute. With every wrong move certain to cost him far too much in return, he was completely powerless in front of the family patriarch and, as a result, his first logical reaction was to defend himself.
"I do not have the evidence yet, but I amย certainย Toji had planned this, Father. Him, and also Sukuna, Geto, and Choso. All four leaked these details because they didnโt want to see your son succeed. I will resolve this. I am going to call Toji immediately andโโ
"You're right," Naobito interrupted coldly. "If Toji had still been CEO today, he would've made sure that none of this bullshit wouldโve happened.โ
Naoya widened his eyes in bewilderment, not anticipating his father to twist his logic like that. He already received a literal slap across his face, but to realize thatย Naobito stillย compared him to his older cousin all these months later drove him insane!
"No, Father. What I meant wasโ"
"Oh, there is no need to correct me. Iย knowย what you meant," Naobito tested in a low voice. "What I gathered from this conversation is that I have given you aย millionย chances in life, and you know what? You blew every single one of them. You're an asshole, you're a cheater, and you're a complete humiliation. I can always count on you to paint me as a failed father."
Outrageous.
With the bitter staring contest between father and son, the latter boiled internally listening to the insults from the man who sired him. For the ruthless Naobito Zenin, Naoya meant no value as an heir without the ability to achieve his high standards.ย
"Some twisted brain you have for sleeping with your cousin's ex-spouse,โ Naobito then chided, yet amusement remained absent in his tone. โWas that the low-class tramp I saw in the photos with you on the private jet the other day?"
The blonde kept his mouth shut.
But his father wanted an answer. "Well?!"
Suck it in, Naoya. That's all you can do now.ย "Yes."
What a sight, to see how someone blazing as a furious flame then erupt into a violent volcano. Naobito grabbed his son's collar, pulling him forward and shoving him against the wall. His fists shook as he sought the other's gaze.
"You're fuckingย married, you realize that?!" he snarled.
"I do! Which is why I have cut Mari from my life! I don't talk to that woman anymore."
Unimpressed, Naobito tugged forcefully at Naoya's shirt again. "I am truly astonished by what an idiot you are. Your answer doesn't change shit." He tightened his grip and did not care that his son wrapped both hands around his wrist to prevent himself from choking. "Let me tell you something, boy. I did everythingโeverythingโto convince our Chief Operating Officer to let his treasured daughter marry you, you despicable bastard. He didn't want to hand the girl over because he knewโoh, that man is wise!โheย knewย that the union mainly served as a tactic to improve your public image and that there was little obvious benefit for his child. Power and money did not interest him when compared to his daughter, so theย oneย promise I made is that you would love her," and he roared, "so, what theย hellย have you done?!"
Naoya had heard his fatherโs warnings countless times, yet he previously brushed each one aside with an ambivalence he now acknowledged as foolish. Unlike before, the threat to his hard-earned position suddenly became very,ย verypalpable. He grappled with a strange fear, unable to pinpoint what precisely unsettled him the most. The scorn from a world that no longer saw him as an honest businessman? The sneers from relatives with an undeniable reason to mock him? Or perhaps the fury from his draconian father, whose disappointment cut deeper than any public disgrace?
"Iโ" Naoya's choked voice resembled a croak. He could hardly breathe. "I apologize. This entire situation...this got out of my control."
Alongside his callous disregard for his sonโs feelings, the Zenin patriarch even scoffed.
"This isnโt about getting out of your control, boy. This is about your complete lack of judgment. In fact, Daisuke called me when he saw the headlines, and you know what he told me?" and he had to refrain from flinging his son onto the ground before he continued, "That Y/N's been staying in her family residence again because she is going to leave you!"
Naoya held his next breath.ย Fuck, he knows. Naoya intended to keep his recent arguments with you a secret, hoping to resolve the situation first. However, since your father snitched...lying would be a dangerous move.
"I have not seen Y/N in a week because we've had a few fights." Naoya did not dare admit the details about how you two became arguing spectacles, first in his cousins' presence and later on at the cafรฉ. "Just...marriage quarrels. We will get overโ"
โShe would be a moron to stay married to you,โ Naobito cut off. "Y/N and your unborn child deserve more than to have a public disgrace like you in the household."
Right. Had he not been reminded, Naoya would've forgotten that he had lied to his father about your pregnancy, too. His hands grew clammy where they still seized his fatherโs wrist.
โThere"โa coughโ"there is no child,โ Naoya blurted out, determining to ripย all bandaids off in one go.
Naturally, his father became perplexed.
โExcuse me?โ His hold loosened just enough for Naoya to gasp properly for his next breath.
โY/N is not pregnant,โ Naoya repeated, his voice hollow with resignation. โDuring our last family dinner, I only said that because I wanted to please you.โ
The older Zenin became still, appalled by the younger one's bravery to say those words. For a moment, Naoya braced himself for another physical blow before his father released him, shoving Naoya backward such that he stumbled.
โIf you werenโt so disappointing, there would be no need for you to lie to me,โ Naobito pointed out coldly. "Not only to me, but also your wife, your colleagues, and your shareholders on matters about your family, your marriage, or your commitment to the company. If Toji had not brought this to the media's attention, how much longer would you have manipulated the truth for your benefit?"
There he went again.
"I don't understand," Naoya protested, unable to contain his frustration any longer. "Toji doesn't belong in this family anymore! Why do you keep talking about him? Father,ย youย forced him to leave earlier this year, citing his threat to our family and company's reputation."
"You're the one to talk!" Naobito shot back. "At least Toji has theย brain that you utterly lack." Before the younger man could react, the Chairman had already turned on his heel. "I have made my decision."
His decision?
A confused Naoya watched his father head for the exit.
"Wait, Father...!"
"Enough!" The infuriated man raised a hand right as he neared the door, a warning for him to not speak further. "Our discussion has concluded. Effective immediately, Toji Fushiguro has been re-instated as the Zenin Heir and CEO."
Instantly, Naoya slumped forward in disbelief.
Even as the older man disappeared, the room appeared to spin dangerously. Toji Fushiguro...re-instated? As the heir and CEO?
Naobito Zenin could never make up his mind, now could he? In Naoya's head, this must be some cruel joke.
Ever since he comprehended his ability toย bend fate to his will, heย had promised himself toย fight tooth and nailย to defend theย (very rightful!) position that he worked hard to earn. He had disposed of his cousin through slander, he had to put up with shitty corporate politics, and, hell, he had to even marry you!
Some may label Naoya's current negative publicity as irredeemable, but heย held hope the situation would normalize once the steam blew over.
With these thoughts in mind, Naoya regained his balance and rushed out as well. "Father!"
However, by the time he reachedย beyond the doors, Naobito Zenin was no longer there. Even his secretary could not be found as, instead, two imposing figures stood by the desk where his assistant should be. Naoya didn't recognize them. The men were tall and well-built, their muscled arms and thighs visible despite the fabric that covered their tattooed skin.
"Nice to meet you," one started after the long silence. "I am Eso and this is my younger brother Kechizu."
A stumped Naoya frowned.
"May...I help you?"
"No," the other answered nonchalantly, "because we are here to knock you out."
"Whaโ"
And Naoya's vision went dark.
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end notes: Note that Eso and Kechizu are Choso's younger brothers in JJK. (Both are not completely human in canonverse, but we shall suspend beliefs.) Also, I cannot explain the satisfaction as I wrote about Naoya and his mistress finally getting wrecked! Talk about justice being served! There were many ways these scenes could have played out, but I strategically chose Tsumiki and Naobito as the agents in the discussions. Freed from corporate America handcuffs, I plan to post again soon. Love you all!
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