New awakening - his and mine.

Sharp pain, just behind my eyeballs. As if a parasite was eating through the grayish-pink mass; my brain. My head was pounding.
-Ahh what the hell happened?- Slowly I lifted my head, my image clearing. A white haired man was sitting in front of me. Asked me countless questions that were incongruent with his cheerful gestures and demeanor. The roaring in my ears that resembled the waves of the sea prevented a clear, clean recording; my own blood prevented understanding. Confused, I drew my eyebrows together, looking at the man who was so unspeakably tall. Questioning, not suspecting what he just made me understand here; at least tried. I should, no, wanted to try to speak words, but failed already at the vocal cords. Unoiled, as if I had left them unused for at least a decade, about to burst - new attempt.
»What happened and where am I?«, laughing, childish, fun. A game? For him, not for me.
»Which one are you right now? And what do you remember?«, questions upon questions; counter-questions but at the same time no answers.

»Megumi! Where is he? Is he all right?!«, panicking, I looked around, now realizing my surroundings for the first time. A grave? Seemed like it, because all the papers with inscriptions pointed to it. Then, the shackles on my hands. On closer inspection, sealing papers. -What the hell?!-
»Why do you want to seal me God damn it!!!«, panic rose in me, sheer panic. The kind that threatened to cut off your air through your own guts; working its way up through your body.
»This... This isn't funny! What is this becoming?! Have I become a victim of a cult!? Shit man are you going to slice me open and sacrifice me?!«, indignantly I yelled around, withstanding the stupid grin of this blindfold wearing guy in front of me. The shackles were too tight. They cut off the blood supply to my hands. What a cruel game, was played here with me? The rules of the game were completely unknown to me and he was the game maker. Damn shit.

»You've got a lot of power, kid. It's going to be really fun with you together. But,« he stood up, now towering over me by another so many inches. More than just a head. »first, I should introduce myself. My name is Satoru Gojo and I'm a teacher at Tokyo Technical High School of Magic and you, my little Yuuji. You will be one of my students, feel honored I am the strongest«, wide-legged he now stood in front of me, rejoicing over a decided thing that was not clear to me and above all not familiar. I simply did not understand it.
»Specialized high school for magic«, I repeated therefore quietly, my own voice echoed in my corpus. Vibrated me and my torso; shaking the guts that pushed up.
»Yeeeeep right. I should also tell you that you're going to be executed«, -WHAT?!- I stiffened, the blood freezing in my veins. A chrushed ice mass trying to push its way through the tight tubes that were supposed to be pumping ferrous red paint; somehow.
»Wait a minute. Execution? Why? Because I helped Megumi out? Very grateful of you. What the fuck are you doing? Release me right now and I'll go«, Anger rose in me, tugged again at the shackles that resembled heavy pewter chains - held me here. Sitting firmly on a chair, in a cube of concrete with no windows. A drowning man going under, with no water in his lungs at all. »I'm sorry, that's impossible. You'll never be able to live a normal life again. Well, not like before anyway. You have two options, firstly to become a student of magic and be executed later, or secondly to die immediately. So make up your mind«, he looked at me challengingly, waiting to see what answer I would give him. Rotten mackerel thrown into a hot pan. The stench pervasive that you never forget that exact moment; simply disgusting. »First option«, was all I could bring myself to spit over my lips. With that, my future teacher explained my task to me. What I had actually done to myself just so I could help Megumi. -Congratulations Yuji - on your death.-

When I regained consciousness, I tried to swap. Nothing of the same.
Had I become weaker? Never! I was and I AM Sukuna, the king of curses; of poisons.
The most poisonous thing there was, on this goddamned planet.
How far did my power reach over this wretched, fleshly body?!

»So you've made up your mind. Nice thing, then we should get your things right away and introduce you to the director«, again he ran ahead, expressing his condolences for my loss just a few seconds ago; grandfather, bitterness and fear. »What makes you so determined?«, he then pecked and together we ran into the crematorium. No good smell hung here, seemed more like a sterile room. I always thought the smell of death hung here; bitter sweet - disgusting even. But nothing of the same, instead it was completely different soot and smoke mixed here. A human body doesn't stew, it catches fire and the dissolving atoms are released into the atmosphere - so obtrusively that it went from pleasant to penetrating; almost unbearable. Grandfather was cremated and the urn sealed by now, only then did I finally give my answer.
»My grandfather. Before he died we had a discussion about my parents but I didn't want to hear about that. 'Help those who are weak. You are strong Yuji, so help the weaker ones.'«, repeating what he said. Sour milk taste spread from the esophagus upwards throughout the mouth. The tongue stuck to the roof of the mouth as if trying to fuse with it - to become one.

»Ahh, so you're doing it for your grandfather?«, Gojo approached me, me only able to shrug my shoulders. He was too obtrusively close to me, the exclamation of his astonishment too drawn out. A conversation that dragged on like a too long chewed gum. »He was the decisive point, yes«, I then affirmed approvingly. Pushing the sour milk out of my mouth, I finally looked up at my teacher. The one who brought me a new phase in my life and with it death at the same time. Creeping even a stuffed farce that would gradually cut off my throat until it allowed(s) me to die. With the loop of the rope around my neck, I smiled at the tall one. This man was the one who held the other rope, with the chance to tighten it at any time.

He threw something to me, caught I looked at it. The same thing that I swallowed for the first time a few hours ago.
»Sukuna's fingers, twenty in all. Are you ready to complete your task?«, he smiled, again but he was right. What's the point of grieving now, it's way too early for that. The second finger I devoured, now perceived the cruelty in me. Probably the deadliest monster in the world, my natural enemy; Ryoumen Sukuna.

»Make an effort. The principal must be convinced, not an easy task«, carrying my things from my grandfather's house, I walked beside Satoru.
»How, I thought I was admitted just because of that weird guy?!«, confused now I looked up.

»Pathetic, if not the strength, the ranking«, since the second finger, I felt more clearly what power was running here beside my property. Which descendant was he? Immediately I disappeared again and brooded. This was not good, I knew this presence. This one, which pierced one constantly with only one look. The six-eyes technique had been reborn.
A tough opponent, even I didn't manage to finish him off, back then. But did I have an advantage today?
Maybe he didn't know his technique yet.
Six-eyes, so it was also called the reversal technique; thus infinity.
Shit, then it was also his teacher. How was I going to fix this? What kind of task did my own red ribbon impose on me here? It was almost impossible.

»Who would win in a fight between you?«, -was this Sukuna really that strong?- Except for the talk of him, I felt nothing of the same. He was actually just annoying me, plus I was frustrated because my body was no longer mine alone.
»It would be a tough fight, definitely«, did that mean he would really lose?! -'I' was never that strong.- »So you would lose?«, he laughed softly to himself. »No, definitely win«, wow amazed at how confident he made that sound, I fell back a step or two. I didn't know his strength, but he didn't call himself the strongest for nothing. Was he the only one? Or someone who could keep up with him? Even if at the beginning it sounded as if he thought too much of himself. The bizarre model that ran in front of me just enlightened me as to what kind of weapon he was. Scary he was not, despite everything; not for me, it was a death threat for him. Hard I swallowed the sudden lump, over and over again. That damn bullet that wouldn't slide back down, tormenting me and making the blood rush to my head.

»Here we are, the director's office. Let's go«, I silently followed him and then stood in front of one who was making stuffed animals. Tilting my head almost horizontal, I muttered something.
»Why do you want to be a jujuzist of all things?!«, he shouted in my direction, -oh boy, from the sound of it, he certainly didn't want it.- »Is a promise...«, and that's when all the shit started, his fucking cuddly toy got a life of its own and started beating me up! »Jujuzists die, friend, and you want to do this job on a promise? Ridiculous!«, -yes was it? No, I cared too much about the person for that.- »It was my grandfather's promise. Of a loved one!«, full force fist hit me, as if an anvil with enough centrifugal force would polish my visage. »Then it's even worse! What if, in the face of death, you begin to curse your grandfather?! Is that supposed to be it? Get out of my sight until you find something better!«, the answer I then shouted out to his satisfaction. »Alright, because I'm the only one who can take this Sukuna guy inside. No one else can, I know it. So do you want to get rid of him or not? I might as well get rid of him. My life, my choice. My goddamn DEATH!", I screamed around and held the stuffed animal in a headlock. Until all power drained out of it and stopped fighting me.

A life, for a life.

»Satoru, show him the dorm. And finally come to the meeting on time«, we were allowed to leave, now it was official. My new life began. Here with the man I had known for barely twenty-four hours, but had to trust. My life was already gambled away, with the highest stakes there were on this planet. Here's to the uncertain time I had left until Sukuna was complete again.

The red bond that unknowingly connected me to him - Unrecognized.