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„Our bloodlines never forget. Although his last name is Fushiguro, the Zenin’s blood is still running through his veins, Gojo.”
Shoko Ieiri dodges the curse’s next move and jumps to the opposite side of the building to have a better opening to work with. Glass shatters under her heels but she couldn’t care less about the broken windows. Her gaze wanders to Satoru Gojo who decided to rather sit on the railing of the building and watching the fight with mild interest than giving her a helping hand here.
“He believes that the man in his dreams is himself. The other guy apparently has my face.”
She sighs, trying to anticipate what the best course of action would be to exorcise the curse quickly. Its form is inconsistent and makes it hard to determine where the weak spot is located.
“He is young, maybe your sudden appearance startled him that much that he gets nightmares now,” she shouts back, her voice gets drowned by the noises the curse makes.
“No”, his gaze wanders to the horizon”, he describes the same battlefield.”
“Same?”, she asks breathless and counters yet another attack. The curse screams loudly and changes his form again.
The same battlefield. What battlefield? Neither herself nor Gojo have ever experienced any battlefield in their lives.
“Maybe he is falling more and more in love with me because of those dreams. Like destined lovers would.” His laugh sounds fake.
What a ridiculous statement. That boy is still young, too innocent to think about love yet. Clearly, Gojo dodges her question. The blindfold makes it hard to pinpoint the emotions crossing his face. An amused smile graces his lips.
“This isn’t Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet”, she replies, looking at the weapon in her hand. Maybe that cursed weapon isn’t enough to exorcise that curse. She should probably switch to curse techniques. Maybe she should try it; to see if she can handle the curse energy now.
After that mission she’ll need a cigarette and a glass of the finest whiskey her favorite bar has to offer. What an exhausting mission she has been sent to and with Gojo the lazy bastard none less.
“I beg to differ. This is very much a tragedy. The cherry on top would be if he turns out to be an Omega.”
She throws the weapon towards the curses. It yelps shortly and for a moment its eyes are closed.
“What would you do then? Court him? A member of the Zenin clan? They wouldn’t even let you get close to him.”
The last few words are barely escaping her lips when she is finally able to exorcise the curse. It earns her a thumbs up from Gojo. Another mission he didn’t had to lift a finger. Why is he even here?
“They would. Did you know Shoko? The Zenin clan hates Omegas.”
This isn’t new information. Every Clan knows that the Zenin Clan are a bunch of idiots believing in the thoroughbreeding-system. Alpha-separatists who think that strong sorcerers are only born through Alpha-matings. No wonder their bloodline thins out slowly. The rate of miscarriage is very high for an carrying Alpha-mother. Only a handful of children were born in this generation. Apparently, Megumi Fushiguro is one of those unfortunate creatures. She thought, that over the years they had maybe changed their mind about their traditions.Guess, nothing has changed.
“They-“, she starts but is interrupted by Gojo again. He jumps down and lands directly in front of her. His smile screams of danger. Apparently, he has set his mind on binding the boy to him. Poor child.
“If I make a deal with them”, his smile grows wider and it really starts to creep her out,” Giving them what they earn for, surely the boy would be mine.”
She huffs and cancels the barrier around the building. A starry night greets them. The moon’s light reflects on the shambles scattered around the area.
“Are you that eager to start a family? Never took you for a family man.”
He shakes his head and laughs quietly.
“What?”, she asks irritated at his reaction.
“It’s not about family, Shoko. It’s about power.”