Chapter 20

                                    

                                          
Putting yourself on the map wasn't exactly your plan about keeping a low profile, yet since coming to this school you've really opened to the notion that maybe you should be loud and rumbustious about your power. Gojo is for sure doing fine whilst suffering the scorn of the elders in the council that are trying and failing to shackle him down to his duties as a sorcerer and as the next head of the Gojo clan.
Ever since you single-handedly beat Gojo in a one-on-one match, nothing has been the same, Yaga-Sensei wanted you to be a challenge for across the board, yet you've done more than that. Everyone thought they had to worry about Gojo becoming a cursed user that fights sorcerers and kills the non-sorcerers without much thought. Never did anyone think that there could be a challenger, someone to balance the scales, especially if those scales are unfairly weighed in Gojo's favour.
You'd think it would be a good thing, but they never are.
The shift has caused for things to be unsettled and a strife to spread between branches as even your friends look at you differently now, Geto has become reclusive as you Gojo started going out on solo missions. You might have chastised Gojo for being arrogant and flaunting his strength yet here you two are suffering the consequences and hurting those close to you.
Standing before the crumpled mess that used to be a grade one cursed spirit as its power is slowly absorbed into your bloodstream, you feel the faint vibrations of your phone jiggling against your breast. Removing the device, you're more than surprised to find Geto on the other line.
"Yo-"
"Haibara's dead." His quick curt tone silences your retort.
What.
Blinking several times before you as the dwindling mess soon becomes nothing more than a black mark smeared against the concrete.
"Where are you?" You ask, knowing full well he wasn't in a good place to begin with, let alone burden the regret and guilt of Haibara's death on his shoulders.
There's a pause.
Quickly turning on your heel, you leave one of the assistant sorcerers to worry about the barrier and cleaning up the mess inside as you bypass the waiting car and quickly run to the nearest taxi.
"How many more of my friends should die before we see that they are the problem?" The dull timbre of his voice is void of his characteristic sarcasm.
This halts you mid-step.
This doesn't sound good, he sounds less than done and more vindictive than he was before, he sounds like he's already made his choice and voicing them out now only solidifies that fact.
"It's a shitty world that we live in, the death of our friends will forever stain us for what we truly are. Suguru if you're thinking about taking revenge don't, trust me when I say this, this void will still be there and their deaths on your hands." Thunderous your heart pounds in your chest, bile rises in your throat.
Running again as you forgo the taxi and aimlessly run down the path, hoping you can make it to the nearest station whilst stalling Geto's descent into this madness.
"But if I can live and die knowing my idea was worth something, was worth the lives of... of those stupid, weak, and ugly monkeys, then it's no different from killing curses."
Breath catching in your throat as you jump the fence over the barrier, the train guard whistling after you and a figure shrouded in shadows bumps your shoulder, almost knocking you off your feet. Still, you race towards the platform, quickly scanning the changing screens and looking for a destination.
Annoyance flares.
You don't know where to go or where he is.
"Suguru just tell me where you are?" 
He scoffs.
The next few words he says to you utterly freezes you in place, beyond the line of other pedestrians glancing your way as an incoming train loudly beeps in the distance.
"Join me." His voice is unwavering.
He's being serious.
"I know we share the same views; you don't really care about them. Rather than focusing on the symptoms, why not just kill them at the root."
The pedestrians begin to step up along the platform for the incoming train, soon you're swallowed up amongst the crowd.
Is he actually thinking that getting rid of all non-sorcerers will solve all sorcerers' problems, mass genocide? Sure, cursed energy comes from all humans, it's only those like sorcerers that can control their own and those born with heavenly restriction that are true exceptions to the rule. But what he's suggesting is madness, but it's also the truth.
The stone-cold truth, as brutal and unforgiving as always.
Humans, non-sorcerers, create so much cursed energy that sorcerers of this time are drowning under the masses to the point of killing themselves. Being used as frontline cannon fodder for the non-sorcerers that might as well stay plugged into their only little selfish world without realising the bloodshed taken to keep them safe.
He is saying everything that you once believed.
Jujutsu high tries to brainwash sorcerers into thinking that their lives mean nothing against keeping the peace and keeping the masses oblivious to what's really happening. Death. Blatant murder. The blood of your grandparents weighs heavily on your shoulders, Haibara's death could've easily been resolved and prevented if someone like you or Gojo was there with him.
But that's the thing, there's only so much you and Gojo can do. You're only two people against all curses, no wonder the elders immediately put you and he to work right after the tournament. You're both valuable assets that they can't afford to not use, it would be unwise to let you stay idle whilst lesser sorcerers take on twice as strong curses and have their useless deaths on their hands.
Geto does have a point.
But killing non-sorcerers to get that point across seems a little extreme even for you.
"You're right, but there are other ways around this. Suguru this isn't the w-" A sharp gasp interrupts your words as you feel flesh rip and bones break against the steel of the knife.
A grunt spurts blood past your lips, stumbling forwards towards the edge of the line, the people around you too consumed in their bubbles that they don't notice your stumbling steps getting closer towards the platform edge. Looking down on your left-hand side, you find sticking out from between the fourth and fifth rib protrudes out a large hunting knife with its serrated edge jutting out against the torn fabric.
Turning around with your hand still holding your phone, you hear the wobbling words of concern shout out of the shitty speaker, yet you hear nothing but your shredding pulse pound in your head. The dark shrouded figure from earlier stands before you, they reach out grabbing for the knife as they pull it out the drag forces you to take another step back.
Your heel is half a foot off the platform and a shrieking whistle cry in the background.
So, this is how they keep the balance... by eradicating you.
"Suguru, you still owe me one." His heart pounds in his ears as blood-curdling screams crashes in from the other end.
The call instantly cuts off after hearing the screeching of halting metal breaking against each other. Standing there frozen in place as the horror of what he just heart beats down onto him with the extensive pressure, imploding under the immense force of a thousand oceans.
"Master Geto?" The dark-haired girl fists his trouser leg, her face crumpling with worry.
Another friend gone, he takes one small step and crumples to a knee.
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This is not the end...