Choso is on his way to Itadori. He could create a portal but finds that he wouldn't mind using the time it takes completing the distance on foot so he could arrange his thoughts. He's planning on bringing Itadori into the understanding, giving him all the knowledge he's idly kept to himself over the years. He's not even sure where to begin but only hopes that he'll be able to properly explain everything.
How does one go about this though? Choso may not have the best understandings of human interaction but he cannot shake the feeling that this is rather awkward.
Will Yuuji be angry? Creeped Out?
It seems that even with a slowed pace and shortened steps, Choso ends up in front of the door before he knows it. He takes a moment to collect himself, breathing in deeply.
'Maybe I should start off with the good news about Elska…that might help.'
The being exhales through his nose pensively but then taps against the door.
"Ummm…come in. I guess?"
Itadori responds but sounds confused as to why he'd be treated with the courtesy of warning before entry.
Choso opens the door with a nervous demeanor and eyes primarily shifting over the shabby floor as he turns to shut the door behind him. He's so anxious that he forgets all of his words completely and upon raising his eyes gulps when met with an agitated Itadori. Choso wishes that maybe he would've taken after Naoya in preparation of his room; it being dingy and plain in comparison to Elska's.
"You're Choso, right?"
Itadori's arms are folded into his shaman uniform while he sits in the cushion of the yellow couch that was placed in the room.
"I thought you were on our side, you helped us rescue Gojo didn't you?"
"I did, yes."
Choso is struggling to locate his confidence as he sits in a brown arm chair across the couch from Itadori, his suit feeling constricting.
"Yuuji, I know you have a lot of questions and I plan to answer them all."
The being finally relaxes into his seat, studying Itadori's face to judge where to go next. The junior shaman eyes hold judgement but they're also open.
"For starters, Elska is going to be alright. Her recovery was astonishing but Naoya's with her now just to be sure."
"Naoya?!"
Itadori stiffens.
"I was told he's one she needs protection from! How are you so sure?!"
Yuuji's body language tenses to the assurance on Choso's face but finds relief in knowing that she's alright after he was told that Getou attacked her.
"She wouldn't have even been put in that situation if you'd left us alone."
He's not sure what to make of this situation yet, nor of Choso but something is telling him to not fly off the handle yet. It's a strange feeling, this connection.
"Naoya's not a bad man at all though! He's actually one of the greatest people I've ever met. You just have to get to know him."
He sees Itadori frown to this as if he's not convinced so Choso offers a gesture of proof to show there's nothing to worry about.
"I'll show you in a little bit so you can see for yourself. He's taking care of her but first we have to talk. I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time."
Itadori remembers Toji once saying that he would want to converse with Choso so this causes him to become more interested. There was something the giant knows that he definitely doesn't yet surprisingly, he feels even less alarmed about the visit now. Yuuji's not sure how Choso would show him about what he means about Naoya but he decides to let that go and so he can continue.
"Okay, I'm listening then…"
Choso gives a slight but warm smile.
"This will probably be a lot but Itadori…have you ever found your inhumane strength odd?"
The being asks rhetorically but waits for the head nod before proceeding.
"It's because you're not exactly human."
Choso waits a moment to take in Itadori's reaction but becomes mitigated when he sees the junior shaman is not dismissing him yet.
"Yeah that was weird but I'm still listening, I really have wondered about this…"
Itadori leans in to where his elbows are now placed on his knees and face resting on fists as he lets Choso speak.
"To put it simply, you're partially cursed in origin, like myself."
Choso holds his breath for a moment, unsure of how to divulge the rest.
"To put it even more directly because of the cursed connection…I'm actually your older brother. I don't know how or why we were created but it would seem your recipe made you the perfect vessel. I have the same energy just more of it so I'm technically an equalized hybrid between the two life forms."
Choso chooses this instant to hold courage in his expression as he informs Itadori of their familial ties.
"I'm gathering you haven't any memory or idea of this though…"
Itadori is clearly puzzled and having a hard time understanding how this could be.
"This doesn't make any sense. How? I had a family…a human one."
Itadori looks down to his hands after removing them from under his chin and asks himself.
'There's no way, right?'.
He's searching his brain for some kind of excuse but finds it difficult to deny Choso's words.
'There is something super familiar about him now that I think about it…'
Choso clears his throat in order to signal his continuation.
"We have more brothers. There are others like us born of the same Kamo blood and cursed energy."
"Kamo?!"
Yuuji's lost now.
"The Kamo clan is one of the top three though and I didn't even know about this society until Gojo-sensei found me! It doesn't make sense!"
Choso sits back up in his seat as the rate of Itadori's reactions stir him into a more forced, composed way.
"Well...we're not truly of Kamo origin. You and I, our brothers as well, we are...for lack of better terms...lab creations. Or I assume we would had to have been but I still have not uncovered as to why or for what purpose. My assumptions are that perhaps the Kamo clan was struggling to pass their technique like all the other clans. Our energy though is the true mystery that I hope to receive an answer for."
"I'm not trying to be rude Choso but this all sounds crazy..."
The being grins kindly.
"I know its less than typical but its the truth. Some of our brothers are scattered around the globe, a few still sealed as I was for so long. You were too until the family that raised you in this life found you. Your grandfather and mother had ties to this world despite them appearing like normal citizens. They were in hiding. They protected you and granted you a good life."
But this is when Choso loses some of his spunk and offers condolences.
"They seemed like good people and they truly loved you. I'm sorry that they're not with us anymore…"
He see's Itadori's confusion after that statement, probably unsure of how he was able to know that.
"Due to you being Sukuna's vessel, I was tasked with keeping an eye out on you and so I have for a while now. I'd already been watching over you even before you were forced to take on Sukuna though."
Reminded of Itadori's cruel fate, Choso's lip curls grotesquely as he envisions Gojo's involvement but manages to maintain his friendly aura.
Itadori's brow furrows as he thinks of his past. His eyes search nothing as he combs through memories.
"I did actually feel like I was always being watched..."
Once seeing Choso's insecurities surface, Yuuji lightens his tone.
"Not in a creepy way but it's more like I never felt alone! It was always reassuring even if I didn't understand it."
Itadori chuckles when he witnesses the being become relaxed again and smiles now as his mind is trying to churn all of this information at once.
"Why am I here though? Did you take me because I'm your brother?"
"No that's not why. I would probably just approach you normally if circumstances were different."
Choso almost giggles at the end of the statement, laughing to himself as if he knew what normal really was.
He looks around the room further, ashamed that Itadori's quarters were so plain and barren.
"Getou needs Sukuna to help him defeat Gojo. He needs Elska more or less for the same thing except she's also been promised to Naoya by the elders."
He leans forward, closer to Itadori and lowers his voice.
"But neither Naoya or myself trust Getou. I specifically aim to destroy everything that man is."
"I really don't get it…why are you here working for him then? That guy is a monster!"
Itadori is calmer than he thought he would be given the situation of his abduction and even finds this uncanny urge to trust Choso. His gut hasn't failed him yet, more like the other way around so he internalizes these thoughts as he listens further to what he has to say.
'…my brother?'
"Getou murdered two of our siblings."
Choso stops for a second and brings his hands together slowly as he inhales deeply. The sadness he experiences to this day is clear as the humanity within him longs for salvation of his younger brothers.
"I don't even know what the circumstances were but before I could intervene, Kechizu, the youngest, was killed. Shortly afterwards Eso, the middle one, perished while trying to avenge him."
Choso's hands start to shake as he recalls how close they all were, how he was supposed to protect them like he swore he always would.
"I've had to pretend like I'm unaware of these developments but I swear to you, I'm here to ruin Getou from the inside out. He has hurt so many people and will continue to do so if he remains unchecked."
The being's mind now flounders back to the black-haired woman and how he failed to save her too. He clenches his fists on his knees while looking down to the cement floors in silence.
Itadori can't explain why but an uncontrollable sadness washes over him as he hears Choso's words of their brothers. It's almost as if he found a part of himself that was lost for so long, only to lose it again instantly.
'Could this really be true?'
Instead of communicating this he asks something imperative.
"Why wait to take Getou out? Are you hoping he'll fight Gojo too?"
"Despite my own grievances, I actually do not care one way or another about Satoru Gojo. He too is a bad man that has roamed freely for far too long but I've enough to deal with. The only time Gojo will concern me is if he gets in Naoya's way with Elska. That's another reason as to why I haven't harmed Getou yet though, I want to help Naoya be successful in his venture and I believe he needs to be alive in order to fulfil whatever contract there was with the Elders."
Choso's words trail off as he remembers the golden light that cascaded over Naoya before and the sheer power that was emitted from him at that time. He looks back to Yuuji.
"There's something strange occurring in our cursed energy world Itadori."
His own eyes brim to the junior shaman with complete seriousness.
"I have a feeling Gojo isn't the only complete member of a clan."
He notices Itadori's raised eyebrow.
"I can't say for sure how much but I can tell you Naoya has unbelievable strength that he's yet to show anyone. I can't figure out why he would be so intent on hiding it though but I'm sure I'm right. Getou himself, claims to be an orphan with no particularly profound background but he's so incredibly strong as well that I can't help but wonder if that's completely true. That power comes from somewhere."
"What do you mean by a complete member?"
Itadori is still struggling to keep up with everything but is trying his best to wrap his mind around it. His brain takes to different instances where he's seen Gojo in action and is unsure about how he feels knowing there's a possibility that Naoya or even others could posses the same realm of strength.
It's simply too much power.
"Gojo is revered and feared for being the first six eyes user with all other inherited techniques in 300 years but I have a feeling there may be other clans with the same awakening…such as the Zenin's. Naoya has unwavering power but refuses to let anyone realize it and I'm beginning to wonder if his desire for confidentiality is due to him possessing the Zenin's ancient techniques as well."
Choso leans back further and crosses his own arms as he thinks out loud.
"Getou's strength in itself would hold as a full fledge member but I don't know which clan his techniques stem from…I've never seen or heard of gravity manipulation branching form a lineage."
"Aren't there books or some kind of records?"
Choso sadly shares that if there were, he doesn't have access to them. Suddenly though, his eyes widen in a moment of clarity.
"Sukuna might recognize it though, he's around 1,000 years old!"
Choso eyes shift back to Itadori who doesn't look as assured.
"I don't want you to worry about that right now though, keep your body for yourself. Forgive me for saying that."
"So, Choso, you're saying there are others that could potentially be as strong as Gojo sensei?"
Itadori's mouth tightens as he thinks and fears what that could mean.
"Regardless of that, you want to help Naoya but what if I told you that Gojo-sensei will stop at nothing to get her back? He's different with El. It's actually...kind of bad sometimes..."
"That's partially why the Elders have concocted this atrocious plan; they're hoping for Satoru Gojo to attack and initiate the proper means for the them to vanquish him. If killing him is out of the question I'm sure they won't hesitate to have him sealed once more."
Choso sighs at the mention of seals as he relives the scene of Naoya holding the dying Elska. His heart shivers to the echoes of the Zenin's cries that rang through him.
"Naoya truly cares about Elska Oda and I believe him when he says he would never cause her harm. When she was hurt he fell apart…I've never seen him so emotional before…"
"Sukuna isn't the most cooperative you know and I also would never give him control to fight Gojo sensei. Not ever."
Seldomly Itadori speaks so coldly but he can't help but frown about some of the information received.
"You would have to fight me and I doubt Elska would ever be convinced to go against Gojo-sensei either."
Itadori knows Elska and Gojo love each other and although he oddly trusts Choso, he can't help but disagree about her being better off with Naoya.
Choso acknowledges everything thrown at him in full comprehension but also wants to elucidate further.
"I don't want you giving control to Sukuna either. I detest the thought of you being used like that to hurt the ones you love, regardless of how I feel about them."
He sees Itadori's eyes light up to this so he gives a shy smile to emphasize he was being truthful.
"Is there no way that Sukuna would work with us temporarily though? Even if it were for answers?"
He asks Itadori knowing more than well enough it was unlikely. The King of Curses is not exactly known for being reasonable.
"I can try and ask him but I don't think so…there would have to be something in it for him. Probably something terrible."
Yuuji throws his arms up in the air to stretch while still sitting.
"Plus, Gojo-sensei had to suppress Sukuna yesterday so I don't think he'll be out for a while."
Choso's calming air twists into a metaphorical cyclone, his eyes widening in sheer stupor.
"What do you mean Gojo suppressed him?"
"Well, Sukuna came out when we saw…"
Itadori buries the strange encounter involving his three naked seniors.
"What we saw doesn't matter. Sukuna was acting strange strange and he tried to attack Toji, Gojo and Elska. I think he was trying to take Elska...wanting to…umm…breed I guess with her. That's what he kept thinking anyways."
Yuuji's expression is of embarrassment as he considers he would've had to sit front row for that show had Sukuna been successful.
"I remember enough but when I woke back up I didn't even feel the usual strain from keeping him at bay all of the time like I usually do. It made sense when Gojo told me he locked him down."
Itadori places his hands in his lap as he goes to rest back against the cushion, feeling very casual with Choso and finding himself to respect the honesty they're exchanging.
Choso brings his hands in, palms flush against each other while the tips of his fingers nudge into his chin.
"That doesn't make sense Yuuji…you can't just suppress Sukuna…"
"What do you mean?!"
Itadori is perplexed at this statement as he's living the proof that the curse definitely can be subdued. He has to do it all of the time.
"It just doesn't work that way with an outsider. Gojo would have had to made a deal with the him in order for any kind symbiotic relationship to occur."
He's now staring at Itadori with concern, not understanding fully what took place.
"…and you've not felt any issue with Sukuna since the occurrence took place?"
"I mean I still hear him in my head but he's not trying to overthrow my consciousness."
Itadori's now finding it odd too although he's not wanting to doubt his sensei.
"I trust Gojo did what he had to…"
Itadori speaks with conviction but now is seriously starting to wonder what it could have been if there was indeed a pact involved.
He said it himself just moments ago, in order for Sukuna to cooperate there would have to be some kind of reward or benefit…something awful more than likely. He thinks of everyone back at the academy and wishes he had everyone's brain power to help him sift through all he's learned. His expression lights up as he raises eyes to face Choso again.
"I need to let the others know we're ok! They probably are worried about us!"
"Toji has been calling me nonstop but I'm afraid to bring anyone else into the fold right now Yuuji. Getou is extremely lethal and he needs to be handled prudently."
With regret in his eyes the beings asks something he wishes he didn't have to utter.
"We can make contact with them soon, just not yet. Please, try to understand…"
Itadori still thinks it's best to let the others know that they're ok but also isn't in the best position to make demands.
"I don't like that part but I'll wait just a little while. As soon as it's ok though, please tell them…I know they'll being freaking out about us."
He hopes Megumi is doing alright and that Gojo sensei hasn't lost his mind since their disappearance.
"Everyone is against El becoming a Zenin though too. You should know that everyone on our side will fight to block that."
Choso feels terrible for having to ask Itadori to wait to inform his friends but knows it's absolutely for the best. He'll probably have a lot of explaining to do when this is all over in order to keep it amicable with Itadori's party.
"I'm grateful that you've been so understanding about all of this, I appreciate your willingness to learn about the situation before acting. As far as her and Naoya go, like I said before, it's better if I just show you."
Itadori nods to him slowly and can tell he was waiting for that to be explained so Choso shares.
"This is how I was able to watch over you for so long."
The being moves to the yellow couch next to Itadori who gladly scoots over to see what he means.
Choso draws the oval into the air and maps the path to Elska's quarters. He opens his eyes abruptly though when he hears her and Naoya moaning loudly into each other. Choso panics.
"Ahhh!!! WAIT… This isn't what I meant!"
His eyes widen and he becomes red in tint as he embarrassingly moves to look to Itadori for assurance that he's not being labeled a freak.
Itadori's eyes blare open and he blushes immediately but rips his gaze away from the window and stares into the floor awkwardly.
It would seems that Elska and Naoya were at the end of their sexual floundering but Choso was still nervous about what Itadori would feel about that and goes to wipe the technique until he hears that sinister voice.
"No…not again…"
Choso is fluster free as he halts the cancellation and waits to see exactly what his despicable boss is up to by being in there. He's ready to move if he strikes against Naoya or her, absentmindedly grimacing to the name leaking from his lips.
"Getou."
"That's Getou?! What is he doing?!"
Itadori is watching the man scoot on the bed as Naoya and Elska sit bare into each other. The angle doesn't show their nudity, aside from Naoya's ass so he's not terribly bothered by it but feels uncomfortable for Elska as the supposed dangerous man creeps closer to them.
'Is she with Naoya too now?'
The junior shaman's confusion increases while counting the impressive amount of boyfriends Elska's collecting.
"I don't know what he's doing in there but if he attacks them then the plans change."
Choso feels his body tensing up as he quickly tries to come up with alternatives that would suffice if shit hits the fan.
"What he did to her was unacceptable…I know it's taking everything in Naoya to let him live right now."
Itadori is watching the way Naoya stands in between Getou and Elska, seeing the fire in his expression. The Zenin doesn't seem as possessive as Gojo even while claiming her at the top of his lungs to Getou's face.
Only the worst of rumors have met his ears about the Zenin clan but everything Naoya is displaying with Elska actually goes against it all. They don't value women for anything aside from bearing children, he knows that much but Naoya seems to really care for her well-being. Yuuji holds his breath when he sees Getou side step to see Elska, fists formed.
"He's a really bad man Itadori, we can't let him have his way."
Choso's brow is furrowed until he see's Getou leaving the room.
"His plan is become an elder, this job is from the elders. If he can ascend to such heights then we will be in a world of hurt."
The being then looks to Itadori who is watching Naoya protectively console Elska with amber eyes watching the door to make sure Getou left.
"I am so thankful that didn't escalate…but I wonder why Getou went back? Surely he knew Naoya would be with her after what happened…"
"I don't know what his deal is but I'm glad he went away too."
Itadori's eyes are still still curiously trained onto Naoya and Elska, wondering if something happened between her and Gojo to make her be so seemingly ok with being with the Zenin.
'Everything seemed fine before we left…'
But then is back to recalling how strange it was that Toji was there naked in their room with them.
"Toji!! Toji is like her but I'm pretty sure he needs Elska to feed from! He's my best friend's dad…"
With a sinking heart, Itadori thinks of the stress the others must be under with them both unaccounted for. It's more than just being upset at their vanishing though, Elska was actually imperative for Toji as far as he knows. When his ever growing frantic eyes reach Choso though, he feels calmer.
"Naoya and I are already working on how to handle that. We both care for Toji too and will not see him undone by this. Did you know that Toji and Naoya are related?"
Itadori does his best to accept that information well but in the back of his mind, he's hoping Elska knows this too otherwise that could provide her quite a shock. He ponders on weird these relationships are getting but does his best not to judge.
Choso relays a warm smile, completely missing his brother's discomfort.
"We will work diligently to make this outcome benefit us all."
"That's…incredible…thank you."
Itadori feels his trust was not misplaced in Choso and is still finding himself surprised by how kind the powerful this particularly nice being is.
"I will try to arrange it so you and Elska can visit with one another. I know that would probably be nice for both of you."
Choso goes to stand, feeling lighter than ever as his fears fall away about Itadori's impression of him.
"For now though, I'm going to figure out how we can take care of Toji too. I've always admired him for how he's treated me and our brothers in the past..."
Not knowing what else to say, the being starts walking to the door but is stopped as Itadori calls out to him. He turns around with surprise.
"I still need to let everything soak in but Choso…"
Itadori is leaning forward in the yellow cushion,
"If you're really my brother though…then I'm happy for that, you seem like a good person."
He smiles to Choso meaning every inch of his visible affection.
"That brings me the utmost joy."
Choso feels like his heart may have mended slightly from the loss of his other brothers. He was never going to let harm befall Itadori. He was going to be the greatest big brother that has ever lived.
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Getou found himself extremely irritated with the pressure in his groin.
'Why do I suddenly want to impale that bitch with my dick?'
He's made it back to his new quarters although he can't ignore his disappointment over the fact that his lovely black-haired beauty was gone.
He never meant for her to die.
She actually refrained from breathing even after he released his grasp from around her neck. The only problem with her was that she genuinely was never going to submit. Callousness aside, her refusal to be with him could've been traded for an axe wound and would've felt better.
"Now I have nothing to fuck."
Suguru sits back in his brown modern wingback chair as he sighs his frustrations into the air.
His eyes are strapped to the ceiling while he storms his brain for an explanation.
"Something is definitely up with that fucking girl…"
He brings his gaze back down to his lap and knows he's going to just have to take care of it. Not even the walk minimized the blood flow, he's still throbbingly hard.
"Ugh…fuck…"
Getou unzips his suit pants and lifts his hips so he can push them down to his thighs. His bulge is prominent through his light grey briefs but he slides those down as well, and grabs himself to stroke.
He tries to picture his black-haired goddess, the one he wanted for so long but the disappointment of her resistance causes his hands to stop the jerking motions. Not even his fondest memories of debauchery of with her were doing it for him.
"Fucking women… almost completely useless creatures."
He closes his eyes and begins to pump himself again but this time his mind reluctantly takes to Elska.
He's imagining how entitling it would feel to pummel her throat with his length.
"Maybe then she wouldn't have anything distasteful to say."
He's actually finding himself very turned on by the idea as he pictures how pitiful her face would be as tears flow down her face to his stretching.
"Mmmmmm...not bad..."
He's liking the idea more and more as he visualizes her lips meeting the base of his member, him jutting his hips into her to further abuse the situation. He can almost hear her gagging as he continuously spreads her throat. The thought of her trying to push him away while he absolutely controls the situation sends a twinge to his testicles.
"Fuck…yes…"
He'd wrap his hand into her brown hair and yank her away from his length so he could see her disheveled expression as her saliva connects them both. He would then degrade her verbally; call her a slut and make her say that she liked it before slamming himself back into her mouth. He might even spit on her and smear it with his glistening tip.
Getou's hand finds an increased rhythm as he pictures fucking her face so horribly that her eyes can't even remain open…but that's when he'd command her to look at him. When she fails to do so he'd remove himself from her mouth hastily and slap her a few times…the last one being hard enough for her to fall to her side.
He figures she would try to scurry away but he'd grab the chains wrapped around her limbs and pull her back towards him while she screams out in horror. Maybe she'd sling some insults back.
Her stomach would have contact with the floor but he'd use her metal restraints to bound her arms behind her back as he straddles her flattened body from over top. He allows his imagination to run wild as he forces himself into her completely while she lies on the floor in displeasure.
"Take it like the nasty little whore you are."
He mumbles to himself as he continues to yank and tug. He's so hard by this point he's unsure of how long he'll last like this but is salivating as the imagined scenario plays further.
Elska would likely still fight him so he'd have to use his body weight to keep her pinned as he violently thrusts into her. It wouldn't be as fun to use his technique but he would if need be. He even pictures her crying his name out in distress and finds it so exhilarating that he almost felt himself get close to exploding.
"God…I would fucking dominate her…"
Suguru's brow furrows as his eyes remained closed, fist still engulfing his extension rapidly. He then wonders what it would be like to do all of this in front of Naoya. Excited, Getou bites his lip and entices himself further to the depravity of breaking the Zenin while simultaneously breaking Elska in.
"It would be better if Gojo were there too though."
For simplicity sake, only Naoya would be trapped by gravity no doubt but would be purposefully positioned in such a way that the only thing he could see would be Getou splitting his girl. Naoya would probably yell to no end, announcing threat after threat as he helplessly watches her body bounce off the floor from his crude impacts. He'd then grab her by the neck and bend her backwards so she'd have to look up to Naoya.
"He's not such a great prince now, is he?"
While tears roll down her face, he'd snap his hips a few times for additional effect as she's made to take it all. He imagines she'd somehow be sopping wet from this as he grips his length a few times to simulate her spasms around him.
"Fuuuck…"
Getou's light moans now erupt as he continues.
He can see himself laughing in her ear, mocking her whines before pulling out from her and lining up for a different type of punishment. He'd broadcast boisterously to Naoya that he was going to ruin every useable orifice of hers and would then revel in the fear that would stem from them both. He bets that as he nudges into her rear, Elska would wince and attempt to scoot, maybe even run away from him.
He of course would not allow that.
As he pictures himself ramming relentlessly, he can't help but let the thoughts of him wrecking Elska all over bring him to his release. The images in his mind are so fucking wonderful that he just keeps replaying that specific switch of holes over and over until he's finally filling his hand with contents.
Upon opening his eyes, Suguru certainly feels relieved but he's also is disgusted in himself for thinking of her to get there.
"What a fucking mess I made too..."
Looking to his hand that's seeping DNA, Getou stands to halfway pull his pants up in order to go wash his hands, trying not to do drip on the suit along the way.
He's confused as to why he had felt so compelled do that. Why he wasn't able to stave off masturbation of all things.
"I have to figure out what it is about her that causes these…issues."
Lost in thought, Suguru vigorously scrubs his hands, not meaning to for as long as he was until noticing their redness. He turns the water off at the porcelain sink and dries on a rough green towel hanging against the grey papered wall near it.
He would rather not use his clan technique to spy on Elska but feels it might be necessary to get to the bottom of things.
It's that or he jeopardizes the entire operation by going back to her room and fucking her senseless. He'd be forced to kill Naoya then too.
"There's too much on the line."
He then thinks to grab his phone; he has a lot of updates to report.
Suguru dials the number with a semi-permanently scorned face, it being saved into his memory versus the phone. As it rings, he holds the phone between shoulder and chin while he fastens his pants again, trying to pretend that he didn't just fuck his hand to the thought of her.
'Unacceptable behavior, Suguru, pull it together.'
The phone line picks up after the third ring and he's met with silence on the other end.
"I would just like to inform you that we have both the vessel and girl."
A smirk now forms across Getou's lips as he's happy to finally be able to say that.
"We still don't have Gojo but with the Oda girl and the vessel here, we can corrupt them and force them to join us."
Disdain forms across Suguru's features when his well known associate can already be sensed to say something unpleasant.
"We can certainly try with the vessel but there are major risks that pose a threat with repeating the same manipulations on the girl's mind."
The tone of the male voice on the other end is calm but also domineering.
"If her mind breaks, we can't hope to predict what that will mean and you know this."
"Why is everyone so concerned about this? We can just fucking kill her if it doesn't work. She's not as necessary as you all seem to think."
Getou is irritated by that response, he would really rather the bitch be out of the equation totally for he truly does not want to be adhered to her.
"You still have much to learn Suguru, do not act rashly."
The other person clears their throat to proceed.
"If she loses control, we don't know how powerful she will be. We cannot guarantee that we'll be able to contain it."
"Well she certainly isn't going to accept her fate with me either, I can almost assure that."
Getou's frustration is obvious as he unknowingly taps his fingers along the surface of the table in front of him. He hates these conversations and also the man he's forced to engage in them with.
"She doesn't have to be willing, Suguru she just needs to remain unharmed. I know you detest the idea but you have to keep her safe, she's just part of the bigger the picture. This is bigger than the both of us by far."
"Yeah. You're right! I definitely don't care for that. Shit is ridiculous."
Getou is now twirling the ends of his hair that have escaped his bun. He was smarter than to let them know of his recent theft of her wing, since of all things, stuff of that nature certainly wasn't allowed. Only in this breath will Suguru ever admit to being glad over Elska's survival because if he'd attacked and killed her, who knows what would become of all they've worked for? What would come of him? Of all these questions, he pushes one to be answered.
"When can we get this ball rolling again?"
An annoyed sigh can be registered on the other end.
"You should have a meeting coming up in the next couple of days with the Elders and you'll know what to do, it's routine. Just keep your focus and mind yourself and temper for a short while longer. Everything is going rather smoothly now."
"I have a feeling that Zenin may try to undermine me, he's hiding something important, I can tell."
Getou thinks of Naoya's drastic change in personality within the last few months, ashamed in his former accomplice's weakness for the girl.
"What do I do if he tries to take Oda from this place?"
"Well...you don't allow that to happen."
The voice is now dreadful with seriousness as if this has all been child's play to this point.
"You're the next head of our clan, Suguru, so you will have to behave as such and be able to navigate these kinds of situations. We've waited 900 years for someone like you to be born again. You cannot fuck this up."
Getou slams his fist down on table, beguiled by such preemptive blame.
"Just let me kill the fucker and it'll be dealt with! What's the point of having all of this power if I can't use it to wipe out our enemies?"
"You will get your chance to but you first have to face Satoru…or have you given up on that timeless revenge?"
"Of course not, I am eager to hurt that fucking devil…we're just so close and I'm losing my patience."
Getou realizes this revelation as he speaks it out loud.
He's usually so good about waiting.
He has for all these years anyways so what's a few more weeks or even a month? Getou thinks of his mentor and all of the admiration he had for him, how Gojo himself snuffed the one light in his life. Sometimes he's very aware of baggage consuming him but Suguru doesn't have the first clue as to how to sort it out.
When Getou was a child of age 5 he had a typical temper tantrum from being momentarily overstimulated by things he could not comprehend. It would've looked like he was throwing a fit just do it but that was never the case.
The difference here was in this same moment of fleeting fury all of his abilities came to fruition from the astronomical magnitude of energy bound by his fate. His emotions imploded and became a tethering beacon that also tailored to his strength.
Being so young, he was not able to control the feelings nor was he aware of it being a problem, he simply just felt it all and cried. Without meaning to, Getou unleashed his gravity technique and slowly crushed his parents to death, horridly watching the life fade from them as their whimpers silenced to trade for growing amounts of surrounding flesh. He hadn't a way of understanding that was even him that caused it, he was just plastered in place, immobilized by fear.
This was a moment of evolution in young Suguru's life being that he was then recognized as the long-awaited youth that reclaimed the clan's ancient techniques. His growth came at the price of his heart for the memory of his parents is so fucking horrifically shattering, he can still recall it clearly to this day. Often times it takes place of his dreams, causing him to constantly feel tired, tested and unrested.
Getou was secretly celebrated amongst his clan's Elders and people after this, them all putting the faith and responsibility of absolute greatness on the young boy's shoulder. He may have developed differently had he more support but the same members also feared his capabilities and much like Gojo in a sense, Suguru suffered the duality of his own existence. There was only one man that had the strength in his heart to raise Getou, to provide him with the backbone he so desperately needed to counter his sociopathic tendencies.
His name was Temujin Genghis.
Gojo's killed so many in their clan and each death weighs on Getou but he can never move beyond the fact that his mentor suffered extremely at Gojo's hands.
'Experiments…'
It's been years since the silver shaman terrorized his clan but for years before that, they agonized immensely under his tyrannous involvement. His clan was pertinent to Gojo's goals then and it would help them advance their own ideas along with the Elders as well so they remained compliant. Suguru's thought process is severed when a random noise on his receiver's end pulls him back into the current.
"Alright then, Suguru. I need to you gather yourself, there's much to do in the small time remaining."
The voice pauses but then proceeds.
"Indulge Zenin for a while longer, you may need him even with the help we expect from the vessel against Gojo. If he's so enthralled with the girl then surely, he'll fight to keep her there."
Getou sighs in annoyance some more, trying to center his brain around the true task at hand.
"I understand and I will make sure everything is ready over here."
He hears them say Perfect before the phone clicks and gives tone of a dead line. Getou slowly lowers the phone from his ear as he relishes in the excitement that they're that much closer from eliminating every single one of their obstacles.
"Master Genghis…"
Dark insufferable eyes become dead in sight as he imagines the amount of agony his mentor suffered.
His purpose is embedded back into his thoughts as he allows his own darkness to soothe his physical body. There is a time of reckoning coming and with all the patience that Suguru has stored away, he's emphatically enthralled by the ever nearing time when he'll be able to direct it all.
"I will avenge everyone, Master Genghis."