A phoenix does not die.

BIRTH. DEATH. REBIRTH.

  That is the cycle of a PHOENIX, of the being that never truly dies. It is also the curse that the disgraced TATSUO clan will never escape. In till the end of time, a Tatsuo will never truly DIE.

KŌSEI TATSUO knows her fate will always end in fire. After all, what else was a Tatsuo worth? No person from her scorching and seething inferno of a family had the privilege to die a proper death. A dumpster fire, that's what we are, Kōsei. She definitively remembered her father whispering to her as he watched her choke on an ice cube, so cold to the touch her mouth had begun to burn. But maybe if you eat enough of those you can douse yours before it's too late. She grew up wishing she wasn't so angry, so burning all time, as if a few hundred ice cubes were enough to tarnish the flame raging beneath her skin.

The burn had always been there, ready to spill out and engulf everything and everyone around her. But she'd always just managed to rein it in, to douse her flames before she burnt herself and the rest of her sick world down with it. However, a Tatsuo burden like her, who was more PHOENIX than GIRL, could never hold back the fire for too long. And so, when the time came that she had grown too burning, too hot to the touch, and too much of a blazing burden to bear for the ice cold man that was her father, he was ready to put out her fire for good.

But to be a Tatsuo was to never truly die. And Kōsei knew this better than anyone.

So when her father took his ice hands around the blistering skin of her neck, grinning madly as if he'd waited his whole life to kill her, she made sure he never felt anything but the pure pain of a Tatsuo burn for the rest of eternity. Kōsei had committed the ultimate crime. She had given into the flames, let them burn through her skin and submerge her entire soul in fire. She'd been disowned and thrown to the trash-filled streets of Tokyo for it, but she found herself not caring.

Regardless, it wasn't too long before the knowledge of another Tatsuo-volcano activating spread throughout the community of Jujutsu Sorcerers, and eventually to its most powerful member: SATORU GOJO. Even though Tatsuos were blacklisted, never to be acknowledged or trained, Gojo saw something of worth in the dumpster fire that was Kōsei Tatsuo. And against all adversity, managed to pull her a spot in the Tokyo Jujutsu High School of Sorcery, where she learned that the cold wasn't the cure for Tatsuo burn, but CONTROL. A concept that every single Tatsuo before her had failed to execute.

BIRTH. DEATH. REBIRTH.

Kōsei Tatsuo knows she will end in flame. Control is a facade—a fantasy—that everyone deep down knows is a lie. However, if she could just hold on, dig her burnt claws into the flesh of those around her, maybe she wouldn't lose control as quickly as it is expected out of a Tatsuo disgrace like her. She had clawed marks in everyone, but none as deep as the ones that embed her to YUJI ITADORI. Boy vessel of the most powerful and wicked Sorcerer of all time, and born only to die once his usefulness has expired, he is essentially everything Kōsei is not: optimistic, calm, and selfless. The irony of it all was almost laughable, as a boy born to DIE and a girl born to LIVE FOREVER could never be anything more than a tragedy.

But to be a Tatsuo was to be a tragedy. Maybe that was why she loved him so fiercely. Like a PHOENIX to its own FIRE, forever stuck in its cycle of LIFE and DEATH, she would flock to her fate.

  As a Tatsuo always would.

KŌSEI TATSUO.

SPECIAL GRADE SORCERER / PHOENIX TECHNIQUE.

YUJI ITADORI.

??? GRADE SORCERER / SUKUNA'S VESSEL.

DEDICATIONS!
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Thank you so much for supporting me! Hope you enjoy this fic <333

ANNA YAPS!

My characters' reaction to me publishing another fic even though I have other that are begging to be updated:

Well well well, I'm back on my bullshit ™ and making a fic about a series I just watched bc apparently I can't just simply watch a show without wanting to write a fic 🤭 but anyways let's get into the nitty gritty, shall we? (TW: yap session ahead)

🐦‍🔥Phoenix Death follows my wonderfully crazy girl, Kōsei Tatsuo, a young special grade sorcerer who comes from, in my canon, one of the most infamous clans/families ever. Kōsei had the misfortune of inheriting the Phoenix technique, a technique which is so powerful and so hard to contain and control that most born with it end up dying bc of it. Along with the pure insanity of her clan's technique, Kōsei also has another bad thing hanging over her head: the fact that the Tatsuo family is cursed to live forever. Essentially, if a Tatsuo is killed they are automatically transformed into a curse. Some more powerful and vengeful than others, but basically they can never die bc they are forced to constantly be reborn after their "physical" deaths. Those who inherit the technique, though, are resigned to possibly a worse fate—they can't die at all. Basically, they have immortality in till their souls or bodies can't simply handle the technique anymore. Then, they die in their own flames. But basically, the Tatsuos are essentially blacklisted from jujutsu society. This is because of their unpredictable nature and the fact that some many of them end up as major problems for sorcerers to deal with, whether that's in a physical human form, or as a curse. All in all, they have kept to themselves for centuries, staying out of jujutsu society not only bc they simply weren't aloud to be there, but also as a way to protect the innocent.

🔥Now onto Kōsei herself, she is half Japanese and half Puerto Rican (her mother is the puerto rican one), and has brown curly hair, tan skin, and dark orange eyes. She is very close with Megumi, who she sees as a brother, since they were both kinda adopted by Gojo. Her story is mostly about her journey to try and carve out a place for herself in the messed up world of JJK, despite the clear backlash she always faces. And of course, attempting to rein in her overwhelming power.

But anyways I'm done yapping for now! See y'all in chapter one!