"I'd really rather not, to be honest."

Principal Yaga didn't look all too impressed with my answer, but who were they to ask me to do such a thing? As far as I was concerned, it was none of their business, and I had a right to refuse.

"Let me rephrase." Gojo spoke up, clearing his throat and straightening his posture, clasping his hands in front of his stomach. "Due to the nature of your situation, you are required to prove that you have sufficient control over your curse. If you do not, or if you refuse, you shall be executed, forthwith."

Shit.

Unsure if Gojo was pulling my leg or not, I turned to Nanami for guidance, and the look on his face told me everything I needed to know. They weren't kidding around. He really had put me in danger.

"Wait...So, hold up...If I don't go along with what you want me to do...I'm going to be murdered..?" Saying it out loud sounded like I was auditioning for a role in some kind of poorly written gangster movie.
"Executed, not murdered. There's a ~difference~!" Gojo sang, wagging his finger with each syllable of the word.

Shooting him a glare, I took a few steps back before fully turning, approaching Nanami and grabbing hold of his suit jacket.
"How much did you tell them..?!" I hissed in a whisper, but it obviously wasn't quiet enough.

"(Y/N), twenty four years old, born in Hakodate, Hokkaido on (DD/MM). At age seven, your family moved to Miyama, Kyoto, and joined the Black Locust commune. They were infamous for cult-like activity, correct?"

Too much...

Slowly releasing Nanami, eyes to the floor so I wouldn't be swayed to easily forgive him by his expression, I tried to compose myself with a breath.
"Yeah. They were a cult." I responded truthfully, but my tone was sour with disdain.

"Upon arrival, you underwent what they claimed to he a cleansing ritual before they-"
"I know my own life, man. You don't need to show off." I cut him off with a bite to my voice, huffing out a frustrated breath. "Cut to the chase."

Standing up, Yagi took a single step forward, hands behind his back and chest out in some kind of dominance act.
"We know you are the vessel for the special grade cursed spirit, Ekirei Kuro. Prove you are capable of maintaining control."

Get a load of this chump! Is he serious right now?!

I know, right?

Cocking a brow, I attempted to ignore Gojo hovering around me again as I locked eyes with the principal.
"I haven't killed you yet, right? Isn't that enough? I really don't see how else I can prove myself to you."

The man was growing impatient with me, and Nanami sweeped a hand through his hair in exasperation.
"(Y/N), you know how you can prove it. My word obviously wasn't enough, so could you please just suck up that pride of yours? For your own sake?"

There was a hint of urgency in his voice, well masked by annoyance, but I was still pissed off. This was his fault, after all.
"Don't worry, if you go out of control, I'm right here. That Ekirei is no match for the likes of me." Gojo added, thumbing towards his chest.

Oh, he's a cocky son of a bitch, isn't he?

I looked to Nanami, then to Gojo, then, finally, back towards Yagi, my entire body slumping with my groaning sigh.
"Just for the record, this is absolute bullshit..."

Switching was a pain in the ass. It took an enormous amount of energy, and it always left me feeling somewhat dirty. Black curse markings began to appear upon my body, beneath my eyes, around my mouth, along my limbs. My nails grew to twice their length, and worst of all, I could feel the width of my throat begin to unzip.

"Oh, wow, that's a much more complex transformation than Itadori's." Gojo mused, a thoughtful hand upon his chin once I had finished. I simply stood there, a hand on my hip, glaring up at the man in charge.
"Ekirei Kuro..." Yagi murmured the name with disgust, and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, kinda. Not much of has changed since, what? Five seconds ago?" I cocked a brow, and the shocked expressions on their faces was almost laughable.
"I...thought I asked for you to switch..?"

Is this guy seriously that stupid? You're lucky I find it amusing...

Folding my arms, I once again ignoring that Gojo character as he circled around me.
"I'm always fronting. I don't really know what else you want me to say. Looks pretty sick though, doesn't it?" I snickered, opening not only the mouth on my face, but the one that had basically split my neck clean in half, teeth pointed and deadly.

"You..." Yagi was really trying to stay composed, but he wasn't doing the best job of it. "Don't tell me you made a pact with her..?" Grinning, I tapped my nose to let him know he was spot on the money.

"We've been stuck in the same body together for like seventeen years now. Of course we've made a pact or two. Really, the only trouble she gives me nowadays is rattling up my charming personalitEUGHHH!"

I gagged two times over when Gojo stuck his hand into the mouth in my throat, jumping back and spitting out whatever germs he may have left inside.
"My bad! It was too cool to resist." The blindfolded man chuckled , returning to his previous action of scratching his chin. "So, is she actually in there?"

Bastard is lucky I didn't bite his hand off at the wrist!

"Kinda. I think at some point along the line we just fused together. She's in my head sometimes, but the deal is that she only takes control when I'm in danger, and even then I'm still copiloting this hunk of meat." I gave myself a slap to the stomach, the mouth in my throat slowly closing itself up and the markings fading back from whence they came.

Yagi was dumbfounded, but Gojo, on the other hand, seemed thrilled. I barely had a chance to register that he was rushing for me before he had his arms around me from the side, squishing his cheek against the top of my head and rubbing it so aggressively that I could feel the static begin to build.
"Oh oh oh! Can we keep her, Mr. Principal, Sir? Can weeeeee?"

This man's braincell is worse off than mine...

"I can add her to my cursed collection! Itadori could use a friend in a similar boat." He continued, and I pressed my hand against his chest, pushing him back so he wasn't completely on top of me.
"Okay, you mentioned this Itadori guy before. Who is he and why is he a part of your cursed collection?"

Smiling, Gojo pulled a phone from his pants pocket, unlocking it and turning it so the screen faced me. His wallpaper was a group photo he had taken selfie style, three uniformed teenagers surrounding him. His finger tapped the face of a boy with a salmon undercut.

"This is one of my pride and joys, Itadori Yuji! This poor, sweet summer child ate a cursed artefact and became a vessel, just like you! His circumstances are a little different, though, considering his cursed spirit is the King of Curses."

Wait. S..Su-

"Sukuna..?" The name came out more like a question, and Gojo paused.
"(Y/N)," Nanami piped up before the snowy-haired sorcerer could. "how do you know that name?" Glancing to my companion I shrugged, my brows knitting together.
"I'm not sure...I guess Ekirei knows him? I wanna say...four arms? Extra eyes, too?" I looked to Gojo for confirmation and he nodded.

"Okay, this is too much for me to deal with at this hour..." Yagi threw his hands in the air and began to walk towards the exit, shaking his head slowly. "I need to discuss this with the higher-ups..." As he passed by Nanami he paused, reaching to pinch the bridge of his nose. "She's accepted, for now. You can take her to the first year's housing block and get her situated, but for the love of god, keep an eye on her."

As I watched him leave, Gojo placed a hand on top of my head, ruffling my (H/C) hair almost fondly.
"Well, my dear, it seems like I don't have to play executioner today! Let me escourt you to your new room."

Before we could even consider moving, Nanami was at my side, looking down his nose at his fellow mentor.
"Go home, Gojo. The last thing she needs is your whoreish debauchery." He settled his hand on my shoulder and pushed me into a walk, but I couldn't help but look back at Gojo, who was waving us off with a goofy grin.

Yeah, no, that checks out. He does kinda look like a whore.

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***This is a mess. Again, it's like almost 3am and I'm perishing so I'm not sure why I expected any better.

I'll try to doodle what Ekirei Kuro looks like tomorrow when I get a chance - name is basically a play on Black Plague.

I did manage to doodle Toji earlier but I have a feeling Wattpad will delete it if I attempt to post oop-

Next Time: Never Ask a Lady's Age***