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Gojo was on the ground, unmoving. His breathing heavy with every inhale, lungs burning as the air entered them. He was dying. Blood pooled on the ground all over him. His clothes slowly soaking in the red liquid that has mixed itself with the dirt.
He shouldn’t die. He can’t die. What about the kids? How is he going to save Megumi from Sukuna’s grasp? Is he going to see Geto again?
Geto?
Oh, he remembered the moment he saw what he thought was Geto. It was odd. It brought back an ache in his chest. He start having flashes of his life with Geto. The ache took over the pain in his lungs. His eyes couldn’t stay open anymore.
“I think I’m going to sleep.” He murmured.
“...Satoru.”
‘Huh?’
“Satoru.”
A familiar voice, one he hadn’t heard in forever but could recognize anywhere.
“Oi, Satoru.”
“Mmn..” He roused.
“Sa-to-ru…”
“..m’ eepy.”
“If you won’t wake up, I’ll leave you here.” Geto’s voice became crystal clear. Gojo pried his eyes open and shot up, bumping his head onto the other person. He writhed in pain, rubbing his head vigorously as the white haired boy stared intensely at the raven as if he could shoot daggers through him.
“Satoru, you prick! Don’t suddenly sit… right… up..” Geto looked at him, his facial features softening and he gave a ‘I give up’ sigh. “Don’t make that face, Satoru. You know I’m not angry at you.” Geto reached out his hand to wipe off the tears from Gojo’s face. His cold hands reached the hot teardrops that were running down Gojo’s cheek and wiping them gently. His other hand reached out and wiped the tears off the other cheek, slowly cupping Gojo’s face and he gave him a soft ‘it’s okay’ as his eyes met those of the six eyes. Geto brought his forehead to Gojo’s and rested their heads together. His cold body meets the warmth of Gojo’s body, letting him calm himself in their little circle.
“Satoru, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here now, aren’t I?” He whispered softly as the other opened his eyes to finally meet his dark irises. His eyes are now wet with tears, as he felt the swelling in his chest reach his throat.
“You’re here…” Gojo choked. “I thought… I thought I’ll never see you again.” Gojo pleaded, holding Geto’s hand as tight as he could as if anytime his grip loosened, he'd lose Geto. “I thought… If I died… I’ll never see you again… And… and.. You’re.. Here.” He held those cold hands close to his face.
They don’t feel cold to him. They’re as warm as fire in a fireplace when the cold would bite. They’re as warm as their first summer together, navigating through Tokyo on Geto’s bicycle and causing trouble for everyone. He’s as warm as their first kiss under the moonlight in Gojo’s dorm room. They were young, confused and desperate. Gojo didn’t know what he did to lose Geto but he wouldn’t want to lose him again.
Losing Geto was as painful as having his heart torn out of his ribcage and having it stomped beneath Geto’s feet. The moment Geto turned his back onto Gojo that day had hurt like that. As if half of his soul was taken by Geto. And when he had ended Geto’s life, all of his soul was taken by Geto. He is not, if only just an empty shell of a man with powers he despises. Powers that had taken his everything away from his beloved. He lived everyday in emptiness, in a pain he could describe that was far more worse than that of death. Now, that pain was relieved. That face that ended him had brought him to life again.
“Where are we?” Gojo asked. Geto looked around him with a familiar feeling in his chest. “Well, this is the place I came first after my death.”
‘Death? Yes, Suguru is long dead.’ Gojo thought. ‘Now I’m dead too?’
Gojo scrunched his brows together and looked around him. It was a vast field of wheat for miles and miles. The sun was on their heads but there was no heat. Disturbingly, it was also awfully quiet. Not a single animal around them. In the distance, there were two doors. A white and black one. The one where you’re softly gravitating to would be your door to enter. No one knows what is behind the door but those who aren’t pulled to that door would never know what’s on the door they couldn’t enter.
Gojo feels a pull to the white door. It wasn’t strong but he desired it, as if a curiosity sparked in him to go there. He looked at Geto, whose eyes are now dry.
“Can we hang out here?” Gojo asked. “I want to know how I came here.” Gojo said.
“Sure but, the longer you stay here, the stronger the pull. You feel it right? That little itch in your body to go through either one of these doors? So you don’t really have much time.” Geto said.
They stayed in the field for a bit, until Gojo was ready to begin talking.
“I miss you, Suguru. So much. After the… the incident, I just couldn’t face the world anymore. And I remembered, Sukuna he- he-” Gojo was red with anger. Sukuna took over Megumi and used him. It was horrible. All the pain he had caused everyone and people he had killed. Gojo wanted him dead but he wasn’t enough to defeat Sukuna. Now he couldn’t save Megumi.
“I know you wanted to save that boy, Satoru. But, seeing my body used like that. And however long you were trapped in that box has done something to you hasn’t it?” Geto gave him a weak smile.
“He shouldn’t do that to you. I was so… confused and… I don’t know if I could say that I was glad to see you. I knew it was you but it didn’t feel like you.” Gojo swallowed that lump in his throat. "With my whole heart, I knew that body didn't have your soul."
Gojo felt a sharp pain in his head as the memories flowed. “Because I was the one who ended your life.” He looked at Geto as if wanting to say something but he held himself back. He looked at his hands, and a feeling of disgust and guilt came over him. Geto noticed it and quickly tapped his shoulder.
“How’d you like this place so far?” He grinned. “Feels like some dream doesn't it?” He pulled Gojo close. “What a place to be meeting again.”
Gojo chuckled awkwardly, as if being with Geto again feels odd and for sure this time he knew deep in his heart that Geto was real. Not the puppet controlled body that he saw in Shibuya. It was Geto in the flesh. And he wasn’t wearing that awfully odd colored robe. Of course, he does suit it but Gojo would like to see him wear something more striking so he wouldn’t look as hot in black. He was going to make fun of Geto for years if they hadn’t gone astray.
“Have you been waiting for me?” Gojo asked.
Geto nodded, his eyes looked elsewhere. His hand fiddled with the wheat stems. “I could’ve waited a couple more decades, you know. I want to see you old and wrinkly.” He pulled a stalk from the ground and began waving it around. Then he gave an annoyed look to Gojo. “You should’ve asked for help when you wanted to fight Sukuna. Doing it alone is stupid.”
“Well I am the strongest, and I have six eyes and a whole new wardrobe too. I was gonna kick ass.” Gojo crossed his arms. He wanted Geto to look at him. As awkward as seeing your dead ex after you killed him with your own hands, you would’ve wanted to at least let him look at you again with the same eyes that had looked at you ever so fondly back then.
“You know, even though I could’ve waited longer, I’m a little glad that I can see you again.” Geto said sheepishly.
“Me too. I’ve.. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so much.” Gojo said. “You know! Uh.. um. There’s something… that I.. I want to say. About me..” Gojo stopped. He couldn’t say it. There it is again. The lump in his throat that had blocked the words from getting out. “Ab.. about us.”
“Satoru, it's okay. We don’t have to talk about it.” Geto began to shift his back on Gojo. He didn’t want to talk about what he did, what happened to them, the break-up and the incident. It felt wrong. What he did was wrong but Gojo shouldn’t have acted like some hero too. It annoyed him. It hurt him. It felt as if Gojo was going to leave him behind at any time. It made him feel stupid and he was annoyed that he felt that way towards Gojo. He was embarrassed that he was jealous of Gojo for having something that he doesn’t.
“Suguru, you don’t get it. I was being an asshole to you the whole time. I wasn’t thinking about your feelings and I was being stupid.” Gojo was just talking to Geto’s back now. He wanted to see what face Geto was making. Was it a sad one or an angry one? He wanted to know.
“Satoru, I don’t hate you for choosing to save those people. I was being hopeless. I knew what I did was wrong. And for whatever it is that you’re feeling then, I want to apologize.” Geto finally looked at Gojo, hoping that he would accept his apology and let their feud end there. But Gojo looked hurt. He looked like that when they broke up in Shibuya and he looked like that during his last moment with Gojo. That awful look that Geto hoped he wouldn’t have to see again. Gojo lunged forward and hugged him tightly.
“I should’ve just, I should’ve tried to… fix things between us. But, I didn’t. I left you to die and I was too scared to lose you that I couldn’t even give you a proper funeral. I was angry at every sorcerer back then for treating you that way. I should’ve fixed things. I should’ve at least done something and now you’re apologizing?! I should be the one who apologizes. Suguru, I am sorry for everything.” Gojo’s tears started to fall again, though this time they weren’t as warm.
Geto grabbed Gojo's face but there was no warmth anymore. He was beginning to feel like him. Geto immediately touched his hand. Gojo was growing cold, and they didn't have much time to be apologizing to each other. Gojo has to leave. They will have to part ways again. This time, for good.
“Satoru, we have to part ways shortly. I’m only here to visit you.” Geto said, pulling himself from Gojo. Six eyes looked at him, the ache he felt as those eyes which once held power now only shows him pain. Pain that they have to part once more. But as much as it hurts, he has to go. He didn’t belong where Gojo was.
“No… Suguru, no. Please. Please don’t leave me. You’ve taken everything from me. I have nothing left anymore- I- Please. Not the first, not the second, not anymore..” Gojo sobbed again, this time much harder than before. His heart was hurting so much. This hurts every time he has to part ways with Geto. This ache he felt through his body was even so painful that even his last moments couldn’t replicate this kind of suffering.
“Satoru, I can’t be with you. I’ve done bad things in my life and I’ve ended many innocent lives with my ideology. I am a bad person, Satoru.” Geto said, his breath hitching. He feels Gojo’s pain. He had been waiting for this moment to come just to part again, and this time, it could be the last time that they meet each other. They were always polar opposites of the same spectrum. Without the other, it would be wrong to exist alone.
“Suguru, I’ll.. bring you with me. Let’s go together, okay? Please don’t leave me again. Please.. It hurts so much to be away from you, Suguru.” Gojo breathed deeply, gripping Geto’s hand even tighter than before that caused him to wince in pain.
“Oh, Satoru. I can’t. I’m not sure I can.” Geto laughed sadly as tears streamed down his face. “I wanted to, I really really want to go with you. But I’m not allowed.” He pulled his hand back softly then slowly intertwined their fingers together. “But, I’ll see you again soon. I promise I will.” He swallowed that lie down his throat. He fell to the ground and started crying. Was losing Gojo ever so painful?
Gojo let go of his hand and cupped his cheek, pulling him into a forceful yet warm hug. He was going to lose Geto, again. He couldn’t bear it. What divine punishment that God has intended for them? Why must it be like this? He was consumed by grief that it didn’t matter that he was angry at God. He would burn the world now for all he cared, even if he didn’t have any powers left. He would rather crawl and set fire to even the vastness of oceans and watch it burn down if it meant not being with Geto anymore.
“I’ll go with you.” Gojo is determined. If Geto couldn’t follow him, then he’ll follow Geto, even if it meant going to Hell.
“No, you can’t. You don’t belong there. I wouldn’t let you go there, Satoru.” Geto said firmly.
“If you won’t let me then I’m forcefully taking you with me.” He said, pulling Geto up and leading him to where a door stands in the field of wheat. It was his door. A white, simple and slightly glowing door stands in front of him.
“Suguru, I’ll take you with me whether you like it or not.” Gojo smiled, turned around as he held both of Geto’s hand and walked backwards till the light from the door enveloped him. Geto was scared, he tried pulling away but Gojo was pulling him in. The door was rejecting him and it made him feel the urge to run away. He couldn’t help but feel an irrational fear of the door as he tried to pry his hands away from Gojo.
‘This is the end! This is how it should end!’ Geto’s heart screamed. ‘I will forever be parted from Satoru!’
He closed his eyes and found himself being pulled in too. He was so scared that he stopped struggling. ‘If I cease to exist, please God. Let Satoru know I love him.’ He said as he felt the slight burning sensation that had tingled his cold skin.
When he opened his eyes, Gojo was in front of him. They were underneath the night sky in a vast field. It wasn’t as dark because the stars were illuminating the night. He felt warm again, his heart was beating again but this time there was no hollow feeling. No aches or any ill feeling that comes with it like when he was when he separated from Gojo. Gojo smiled and hugged him, pulling his head slightly and diving first for Geto’s lips. He was shocked but he kissed Gojo back with the same desperation but this time it was accompanied by relief. He smiled into their kiss and let himself melt into Gojo.
“Satoru! How? How did you do it?” Geto gasped. Satoru smiled at him with his usual smugness and placed his hand on his waist. He pointed to himself proudly. “Don’tcha know? I am the strongest!”
Suguru sighed, in utter giddiness that he even began to chuckle. “Of course, how can I forget? You are indeed the strongest, Satoru.”
“Come, I can’t wait to explore this place with you.” Satoru said. “But, promise you wouldn’t leave me, okay?” He said, almost like he begged.
“No, I won’t leave. This time I’ll be with you. I promise.” Suguru smiled and took Satoru’s hand and kissed the back of his hand softly. “Forever.”
The sun was rising again, and they walked hand in hand together towards the glow of morning light. Suguru is now with Satoru, in the after death they find each other, no coldness could tear them apart anymore. Gojo's real body grew cold, but his soul was as hot as ever shining light of the sun.