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𝖋𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖗𝖙. The crowd of sorcerers found shelter and sat on the coaches. Y/N was right, they were human-formerly human. Similar to the three in the theatre, their bodies were altered by a curse technique but had the equal amount of curse energy as regular curses do.

That explains why it wasn't attacking her first but defending itself when Y/N drew her attack. It shared humans emotions with her own, similar to curse that cuddle with her at school months ago.

Shoko, on the phone, explained that they're brain stems seemed to be tampered with to create confusion and compared consciousness. Likewise to how the Belladonna's scent can cause any person (men in particular) to fall for their charms and soon snapped out of it and then die.

Y/N was glad that she didn't end up killing the curse, she did however punch and kick it with a little curse energy since she didn't want to go overboard. But as she touched the curse, it sent an odd sensation throughout her body, maybe that was what caused her headache?

With that in mind, how long has Amai been searching for her?

"Oh, are the kids listening?" The surgeon asked through her speakerphone. The pair simultaneously responded with 'yes'. "I think it's important you both understand this much. These guys died of the shock that happened in their bodies, so you didn't kill them. Don't get the wrong idea."

Itadori confessed with a saddened tone. "It's easy to say, the weight of those two deaths still feels pretty heavy."

The boy clenched his damp white tone in his fist, "Whatever this thing we're after, it disgusts me to the core."

"I agree," Y/N replied. "No human deserves to die like that."

Nanami joined in. "Most likely, those curses were a bluff; left purposely to lure us in. Our foe is quite skilled, it looks like this will take more than moderate effort. Let's go All Out."

"Let's do it!" Itadori smiles and high fives the his smiling best friend sitting next to him.

***

Broken, that's what she is. She's never seemed to change from her ways. Always falling in love with dangerous men, for validation. We all sneak out for it, a littlest taste is the bigger thing that could change a broken girl's life.

Aisuru should have seen it at the bar, looking back at it now, her sister knew that Kane was a bad person but he gave her the attention she craves. Got herself killed. Amai knew that Sukuna was a bad person. Got her sister killed, and soon Y/N. But Aisuru was smart, she knew Amai would never kill her. They are sisters after all.

"It's ironic isn't it, sister?" Aisuru wonders, her tone remained calm and sugarcoated like always. "The way you treat men is almost the way Sukuna treats you."

Zestubō didn't mean that maliciously. She was a pure demon, some may say angelic. She's always tried to show her love and affection towards Amai, but she never acknowledges the love she gets. Sounding like a certain girl from the beginning.

Amai remained on the ground hunched over and crying a river. The demon sat on her legs next to her head who noticed her head shifted a little. So she knew she was there.

"Did you forget what Sukuna did to you? " Aisuru asked softly. Amai shook her head no. "He's a heartless bastard. He only sees you as a sex toy, nothing more. You fell for that, not Amai..."

The girl stuttered. "I just don't wanna be alone again." The broken demon sat up, she couldn't be bothered to wipe away the many tears on her ruby coloured skin.

"Watching Y/N being human and free. Made me feel sick to my stomach, even though are many humans who have that ability too, but it was something about her that I just wanted her to experience the pain that, I had to make me feel better. That feeling was strangely better than killing the random men on the streets for feeding duties."

"Is that why you wanted her to be with Itadori?"
"Isn't it obvious? And selfish..."

"Isn't everyone?" Aisuru embraced her sister in an unexpected hug. Amai froze in her arms, she had this unreadable expression of fear on her face. Her arms remained by her side.

Love is such an intense power emotion that affects all, from human to creature to monster. It comes in many shades: sweet, dark, caring, weak and so much more. It's a.. strange feeling. It can fill anyone up for a while or forever.

***

As the time struck six twenty-five, the young sorcerers, their mentor and Ijichi were now in a completely different location, discussing their plan to find out the mystery behind the killing at the cinema.

It was to an extent normally cool for Y/N, emphasis on "to an extent" since everything else that happens prior was nothing of the sort 'normal'. Whatever normal is right? She felt like a detective on a case, like Sherlock for example. The girl didn't read much of the books but watched the show starring Benedict Cumberbatch-with Aria and Azumi fan-girly over Sherlock's looks and British accent.

Y/N would be Sherlock and Itadori could be Watson. Not because she was a star between the two, since at this point everyone treating them the same way. They (Itadori and Watson) seemed similar in a way.

According to Nanami, he has organised the reports on unnatural deaths and disappearances.

He addressed, "This should narrow down the culprit's hideouts, to some extent."

"Oh yeah!" Yuji jumped down from the table he was sitting on. "Are we storming in?" He cheered excitedly.

"No," Kento responded. "Like I said, it's only to some extent. While I continue to discover this matter, I'd like you both to handle a different case."

The blonde-haired man pinned a picture of a young boy around Y/N's age on the map. The teenager had shoulder-length straight brown hair that curved at the bottom, a part of it covering his right eye. His expression seemed tired and dull judging by the slight eye bags.

"The boy at the theatre: Junpei Yoshino." Nanami turned on the flat smart-television next to Y/N. The screen recalled the day of the incident, the same boy was running away from the crime scene. "We found out that he goes to the same high school as them."

"Judging by his actions, he doesn't seem too familiar about curses or curse users." Y/N pointed out, folding her arms against her chest and leaning against the wall.

Her mentor stated with a hint of astonishment."Not to be rude but, I'm surprised you picked that up after what happened."

"Yeah." She rubbed the back of her neck. "I think Amai was hella pissed at something and put it all out on me."

"Curse-user?" A confused Yuji repeated.

Nanami further stated, "our term for an evil jujustu sorcerer. I've entrusted the process to Ijichi here, and I'd like the three of you to investigate this case further."

"Sure!" The three salute to the offer.

Yuji wondered. "Come to think of it, you're the only assistant we have as far as I know."

Ijichi said. "Well, I'm the only one of the assistant that know you children are still alive."

"So no one else knows?" Y/N jumped in, the assistant shook his head no, she pouted her lips in an un-pleased way. "That says a lot about the Jujustu Sorcerers company people thing."

"Well let's go!" Itadori's cheer echoed down the spaceless staircase. Ijichi followed behind and soon Y/N. Kento reminded in the room and soon noticed hands belonging to the young girl holding onto the door's frame. He heard a faint snort before Y/N came back in.

"You're a shitty liar, you know." The girl giggled almost like her possesser. Kento never actually talked to Amai faced to face, nor ever fought her despite seeing her a couple of times when she teased him to 'join her in paradise'. Like hell, he would.

Thanks to Satoru telling him about his students. He was able to detect whether it's Y/N speaking or Amai speaking, and to his surprise, it was Y/N herself. The girl stated. "You know, exactly where the location is, don't you?"

The difference, to their knowledge, was that the demon voice had a much more deep rich voice. Amai resembles old female actors like Marilyn Monroe. The demon always acts as if she was on camera, and sneaks her way into making the victim wanting more.

"Of course, the culprit wanted to be, could have left the scene without leaving any evidence. It seems like we are being lured in again, weighing the risk of storming in alone versus taking the two of you along. I simply made the safest choice, you both after all children." Kento confessed.

"I understand, Nanami." Y/N quietly spoke. A child, here she was thinking eighteen meant something. Although she knew that Nanami was doing this for her and Itadori own good, they may not be child in life's eyes, but in the world of Jujustu Sorcerers and curses. They were practically toddlers who just learned to walk.

"I forget one thing!" Itadori popped his head out of the door frame. He smiled, "You be careful!"

"Itadori... I'm not a teacher, please don't call me that."
"So Kento-dude!"
"I will slap you."