Warning for future spoilers. Slice of life, supernatural, and action based adventure with the main character as the twin brother of Gojo Satoru.
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Ch1: Sugar Song to Bitter Step
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Warning! Ahead is manga spoilers and made up world building, takes place pre-canon.
I'm a student who's busy with school and work but found the time to write this. It's also criminal about the huge playlist of songs I made for this fic.
Ch:1 Sugar Song to Bitter Step
••●••
There are rare instances in which people remember things they aren't supposed to. Suzuki was a testament to that.
In the back of his mind there were images of foreign places and blurry faces.
He remembers dying that's for sure. Now everything is pretty much relegated to a blank slate. Try as he might recall vivid memories of another life all he can do is scrape up faint recollections.
Still the one thing that hasn't changed is the moon is beautiful isn't it? A quote his real but fake mum cites in a hushed tone because she can't say I love you like a regular person.
Tis, but another old Japanese proverb but even then Suzuki hadn't gotten stuck in a trashy Isekai but reborn into the modern world with curses added into the mix.
Unsurprisingly the traditional yet newly furnished estate he now lives in gives off the same vibes as an abandoned cemetery. While paranormal creatures exist, lesser spirits avoid its perimeter like the plague.
Disregarding that the land was also heavily guarded by protection seals, Suzuki's harrowing presence and among other things haunted a house that could never be a home.
Between mother and son is a relationship built on complications. On one hand her children are her pride and joy yet their existence also means a new age of chaos or prosperity is about to begin.
Like dry batter at the bottom of a mixing bowl it's pathetically forlorn. Hence why with the social grace of a kangaroo Suzuki tried to keep his head down.
That was all for naught once realization dawned on him that the universe around him was from an anime he hardly remembers watching. Jujutsu Kaisen to be specific.
Count the red herrings that it was also years before canon and there was no guarantee Itadori Yuji the protagonist would be born.
Regardless it mattered little in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps it was a narcissistic thought but for someone so 'young' Suzuki tiredly sat at the top of the world.
Being a mirror of image of the honoured one was an exhausting venture to be in. He much preferred the saying "If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him."
Although it wasn't like just Suzuki alone was stuck between heaven and earth.
"Michizane Sugawara is known as one of the Big Three Vengeful Spirits…" The voice belonging to a scholarly figure of authority prattled on.
Suzuki wasn't sure what was more impressive; The fact that he had gotten away with napping, or that his brother Satoru had stolen a full jar of candy away from their boring history tutor.
Eventually the old man of a teacher became white noise in the background.
Satoru gestured to a handful of gummies. "You want some?"
"Not unless you got any sour ones." Suzuki shrugged.
"Too bad I ate those already. More for me then!"
••●••
Every day is more or less the same, rinse and repeat. Cursed Technique practice starts once both the brothers roll out of bed.
During the occasional spars they have Satoru likes to spam Limitless, which forces Suzuki to reflect it back.
Once evening arrives then some other miscellaneous teaching commences.
Even then such a policy is not heavily enforced. The resentful elders can do little in the face of the two monstrous heirs that make up the new generation.
In the meantime Suzuki entertains their empty guidance anyway. Not because of responsibility, which he runs away from a lot, but rather knowledge is power.
Soon Satoru got the memo and started shadowing his brother to the lessons. It's quite the show, by the end of most sessions something always ends up getting blown up.
Fear breeds animosity. All the while a big question is of who the true parasite is.
Satoru fuels his newly found ever-growing sweet addiction with money that comes straight out of the Gojo clan's ancient treasury.
Suzuki remains satisfied by a Game Boy and copy of Pokemon Blue.
That being said the full fledged Sorcerers of their clan see them as a means to an end. Never once have they been treated like children, only weapons handled with care.
It's a no brainer that Satoru sees everyone else as weak, it's all he's ever known.
Meanwhile, from a lifetime ago Suzuki knows what it's like to be powerless. Yet, now as one of the strongest, one of his greatest fears is to end up alone.
••●••
To avoid the burdens of Sorcerer life and clan politics playing hooky is a common remedy.
The fishing pole bobbed in the water. Once, twice, a third time, hook line and sinker! After nearly an hour passed, something finally decided to take the bait.
Suzuki stretched while his shoulders flexed lazily. "Just another branch."
"Oi." Satoru pointed. "Squirtle might finally come out of his shell."
"And how do you know that exactly?"
"Check it for yourself, or hurry up and reel it in."
Suzuki jolted from his relaxed demeanor to reeling in the Cursed Spirit. "Alright, alright."
Satoru just grinned, he knew how it was going to end.
'Boink!' The bait along with the turtle yokai failed to surface. With how strong the Kappa is it might turn out to be a Special Grade after all.
Finally something breached the water. In anticipation of the ensuing action Suzuki was ready to use a dead fish they had previously caught as a makeshift weapon.
What splashed up from the wake wasn't some cutesy starter from a game franchise but a gnarly faced humanoid turtle. Satoru made a snapping motion, said yokai was cleaved in half.
"Ew... You got is guts all over me." Suzuki cursed his sibling who was busy snickering like a maniac. "Satoru you useless albino rat haired bastard!"
"And wrinkly rice cake head needs to look in the mirror."
Suzuki let out a huff. "You're only older than me by what? Like five seconds."
An immovable object met with an unstoppable force.
Henceforth in the pettiness of the moment a fist fight had broken out. Unfortunately for Suzuki a bruised cheek would take longer to heal than a badgered ego.
Meanwhile Satoru got his comeuppance when he tripped on a root and landed face first into the nearby river.
In the end it was Suzuki who had the last laugh. Finally Satoru emerged soaked from the slow current with a scowl and a lily pad atop his head.
After a quick snack break the two brothers were picturing the fall out that was going on at the Gojo estate. Prior to the small outing Suzuki had left behind a note that said gone fishing.
Satoru wished he came up with the idea first but tentatively agreed, and by now the aforementioned scholarly teacher was surely having a fit at their absence.
"A Special Grade was dumb enough to be ensnared by a fishing pole." Satoru boasted.
Suzuki came up with a hypothesis; "Cucumbers must be the ultimate bait!"
Purposely they both tracked dirt into the entrance of the house. Whereas Suzuki put on a pair of slippers, Satoru kept his black sneakers on.
"Yo old man we're back!"
"Oi Satoru hold on for a minute. I think he's dead."
There was no visible wound, except a dash of red around the corpses mouth. Upon further inspection it seemed that their history teacher choked on his own blood.
Satoru replied in a calm manner. "Another hitman from the Kamo clan is responsible."
"Should we tell Father?" Suzuki asked despite knowing the kind of answer he would get back.
"Don't bother, the old geezer will find out on his own anyway."
"Right, right, I guess it's better for him to hold off on increasing security which will make it harder to sneak out or reprimand us for carelessness."
Most of life is futile and it's all over much too quickly.
From the childhood assassination attempts, people fade out of Suzuki's life with a swiftness that is understated by the fact that he barely remembers their names.
It's not like he can remember his original name anyway, and Gojo Suzuki is all that remains.
••●••
Useless Trivia:
- In another series called Overlord, the protagonist Momonga/Ainz's human name was Satoru Suzuki, which is where I got the alias Suzuki from.
- Satoru prefers Digimon while Suzuki is a die hard Pokemon fan.
- Suzuki has a weird habit of eating lemons and limes like apples.
- Kappas aka the best yokai like cucumbers.
- Yes Suzuki has Six Eyes but a different Cursed technique, which will be explored later...
I'm a student who's busy with school and work but found the time to write this. It's also criminal about the huge playlist of songs I made for this fic.
Ch:1 Sugar Song to Bitter Step
••●••
There are rare instances in which people remember things they aren't supposed to. Suzuki was a testament to that.
In the back of his mind there were images of foreign places and blurry faces.
He remembers dying that's for sure. Now everything is pretty much relegated to a blank slate. Try as he might recall vivid memories of another life all he can do is scrape up faint recollections.
Still the one thing that hasn't changed is the moon is beautiful isn't it? A quote his real but fake mum cites in a hushed tone because she can't say I love you like a regular person.
Tis, but another old Japanese proverb but even then Suzuki hadn't gotten stuck in a trashy Isekai but reborn into the modern world with curses added into the mix.
Unsurprisingly the traditional yet newly furnished estate he now lives in gives off the same vibes as an abandoned cemetery. While paranormal creatures exist, lesser spirits avoid its perimeter like the plague.
Disregarding that the land was also heavily guarded by protection seals, Suzuki's harrowing presence and among other things haunted a house that could never be a home.
Between mother and son is a relationship built on complications. On one hand her children are her pride and joy yet their existence also means a new age of chaos or prosperity is about to begin.
Like dry batter at the bottom of a mixing bowl it's pathetically forlorn. Hence why with the social grace of a kangaroo Suzuki tried to keep his head down.
That was all for naught once realization dawned on him that the universe around him was from an anime he hardly remembers watching. Jujutsu Kaisen to be specific.
Count the red herrings that it was also years before canon and there was no guarantee Itadori Yuji the protagonist would be born.
Regardless it mattered little in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps it was a narcissistic thought but for someone so 'young' Suzuki tiredly sat at the top of the world.
Being a mirror of image of the honoured one was an exhausting venture to be in. He much preferred the saying "If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him."
Although it wasn't like just Suzuki alone was stuck between heaven and earth.
"Michizane Sugawara is known as one of the Big Three Vengeful Spirits…" The voice belonging to a scholarly figure of authority prattled on.
Suzuki wasn't sure what was more impressive; The fact that he had gotten away with napping, or that his brother Satoru had stolen a full jar of candy away from their boring history tutor.
Eventually the old man of a teacher became white noise in the background.
Satoru gestured to a handful of gummies. "You want some?"
"Not unless you got any sour ones." Suzuki shrugged.
"Too bad I ate those already. More for me then!"
••●••
Every day is more or less the same, rinse and repeat. Cursed Technique practice starts once both the brothers roll out of bed.
During the occasional spars they have Satoru likes to spam Limitless, which forces Suzuki to reflect it back.
Once evening arrives then some other miscellaneous teaching commences.
Even then such a policy is not heavily enforced. The resentful elders can do little in the face of the two monstrous heirs that make up the new generation.
In the meantime Suzuki entertains their empty guidance anyway. Not because of responsibility, which he runs away from a lot, but rather knowledge is power.
Soon Satoru got the memo and started shadowing his brother to the lessons. It's quite the show, by the end of most sessions something always ends up getting blown up.
Fear breeds animosity. All the while a big question is of who the true parasite is.
Satoru fuels his newly found ever-growing sweet addiction with money that comes straight out of the Gojo clan's ancient treasury.
Suzuki remains satisfied by a Game Boy and copy of Pokemon Blue.
That being said the full fledged Sorcerers of their clan see them as a means to an end. Never once have they been treated like children, only weapons handled with care.
It's a no brainer that Satoru sees everyone else as weak, it's all he's ever known.
Meanwhile, from a lifetime ago Suzuki knows what it's like to be powerless. Yet, now as one of the strongest, one of his greatest fears is to end up alone.
••●••
To avoid the burdens of Sorcerer life and clan politics playing hooky is a common remedy.
The fishing pole bobbed in the water. Once, twice, a third time, hook line and sinker! After nearly an hour passed, something finally decided to take the bait.
Suzuki stretched while his shoulders flexed lazily. "Just another branch."
"Oi." Satoru pointed. "Squirtle might finally come out of his shell."
"And how do you know that exactly?"
"Check it for yourself, or hurry up and reel it in."
Suzuki jolted from his relaxed demeanor to reeling in the Cursed Spirit. "Alright, alright."
Satoru just grinned, he knew how it was going to end.
'Boink!' The bait along with the turtle yokai failed to surface. With how strong the Kappa is it might turn out to be a Special Grade after all.
Finally something breached the water. In anticipation of the ensuing action Suzuki was ready to use a dead fish they had previously caught as a makeshift weapon.
What splashed up from the wake wasn't some cutesy starter from a game franchise but a gnarly faced humanoid turtle. Satoru made a snapping motion, said yokai was cleaved in half.
"Ew... You got is guts all over me." Suzuki cursed his sibling who was busy snickering like a maniac. "Satoru you useless albino rat haired bastard!"
"And wrinkly rice cake head needs to look in the mirror."
Suzuki let out a huff. "You're only older than me by what? Like five seconds."
An immovable object met with an unstoppable force.
Henceforth in the pettiness of the moment a fist fight had broken out. Unfortunately for Suzuki a bruised cheek would take longer to heal than a badgered ego.
Meanwhile Satoru got his comeuppance when he tripped on a root and landed face first into the nearby river.
In the end it was Suzuki who had the last laugh. Finally Satoru emerged soaked from the slow current with a scowl and a lily pad atop his head.
After a quick snack break the two brothers were picturing the fall out that was going on at the Gojo estate. Prior to the small outing Suzuki had left behind a note that said gone fishing.
Satoru wished he came up with the idea first but tentatively agreed, and by now the aforementioned scholarly teacher was surely having a fit at their absence.
"A Special Grade was dumb enough to be ensnared by a fishing pole." Satoru boasted.
Suzuki came up with a hypothesis; "Cucumbers must be the ultimate bait!"
Purposely they both tracked dirt into the entrance of the house. Whereas Suzuki put on a pair of slippers, Satoru kept his black sneakers on.
"Yo old man we're back!"
"Oi Satoru hold on for a minute. I think he's dead."
There was no visible wound, except a dash of red around the corpses mouth. Upon further inspection it seemed that their history teacher choked on his own blood.
Satoru replied in a calm manner. "Another hitman from the Kamo clan is responsible."
"Should we tell Father?" Suzuki asked despite knowing the kind of answer he would get back.
"Don't bother, the old geezer will find out on his own anyway."
"Right, right, I guess it's better for him to hold off on increasing security which will make it harder to sneak out or reprimand us for carelessness."
Most of life is futile and it's all over much too quickly.
From the childhood assassination attempts, people fade out of Suzuki's life with a swiftness that is understated by the fact that he barely remembers their names.
It's not like he can remember his original name anyway, and Gojo Suzuki is all that remains.
••●••
Useless Trivia:
- In another series called Overlord, the protagonist Momonga/Ainz's human name was Satoru Suzuki, which is where I got the alias Suzuki from.
- Satoru prefers Digimon while Suzuki is a die hard Pokemon fan.
- Suzuki has a weird habit of eating lemons and limes like apples.
- Kappas aka the best yokai like cucumbers.
- Yes Suzuki has Six Eyes but a different Cursed technique, which will be explored later...