**this chapter gets a lil darker, but if you're into jjk, i'm assuming that doesn't bother you much. lolol. anyway, consider this a trigger warning."

"Sukuna."

He smirked as he walked towards me, and I debated against inching backwards or holding my ground.

I glanced over at the 3 cured users, who all looked absolutely horrified. Their faces bright white, their mouths slightly ajar, as if they had just seen a ghost. Which I guess they kind of had...

"Ignore them, look at me," he demanded, and I quickly obeyed. I had no idea what to expect.

I'd never seen him before. Yuuji had never let him switch around me. I was curious as to what happened now. Why was he able to so easily?

Either way, I wasn't trying to provoke him. Satoru could probably beat this guy, but I definitely couldn't.

"You're even more beautiful face to face," he licked his lips. "You sure you want to be with that damn sorcerer?"

He reached his hand out to grab my chin and leaned in closer, whispering to me, "I could take care of you in ways you never knew possible."

Our faces were inches away, and I was absolutely terrified. It was the first time in my life I had ever been frozen with fear.

"Let me show you," he huffed into my ear before slicing one of his claws across the fabric on my face, causing my mask to drop.

The feeling of being so vulnerable without my mask sent a rush of adrenaline through me. I swiped his had away from my face before spinning around and landing a kick to his chest, activating black flash as we made contact.

He maybe took a couple steps back with the blow, but it wasn't much. I did a lot less damage than I was expecting.

He laughed loudly, "I love a woman with some attitude. It wouldn't be any fun if it was easy!!"

"But you're no match for me, my love," he glared at me with a devilish grin. "Even if you are a Sato. Probably the most talented one to have existed in centuries."

"It's a shame you're ending up with a Gojo. Your ancestors would be so disappointed... However, they'd be delighted if you were to end up with me," he winked as he walked closer once again.

My heart was racing now, pounding against my chest. I had absolutely no idea what the hell I would do next. His words alone were enough to make me lose any confidence I had in being able to fight back.

He could kill me here. And that'd be the end of it.

Suddenly, there was a loud thump that ricocheted out of his chest. I had no idea what it was or what it meant, but Sukuna looked pissed.

He let out a loud groan, "Looks like we're almost out of time. I better make this quick."

"W-what are you doing?" I asked with wide eyes as he walked towards me and grabbed my shoulders.

"Changing your mind about the Sato clan, and making you finally realize your true potential. I expect you to be useful to me, Y/n Sato," he smirked as his grip tightened around me, forcing me to get closer to him.

"And you better not take his name, or our next meeting won't be as enjoyable," he hissed at me before smashing his lips against mine.

It was maybe only a second or two before Yuuji was back in control of his body and stepped away, feeling overwhelmed and confused as to why he woke up kissing me.

Yet it was too late. Sukuna had already connected with me. It was true that I could control who's mind and thoughts I entered, and I could even control who I fully connected with when I kissed someone.

But Sukuna was so much stronger than I was. And when my lips met someone else's, that's when the barrier of my technique was the thinnest.

Plus, he had worked side by side with my clan, and clearly had intimate knowledge of our technique.

So once he kissed me, a perfectly tailored set of memories and emotions flowed through me. It wasn't all of Sukuna's experiences, just the parts he wanted me to see.

I dropped to my knees, holding my head in my hands as the darkness surged through me, Yuuji's cries of concern just a muffled noise in the background.

I watched as my people were murdered, tortured, raped and abused. Women and children treated no better than cockroaches and rats.

I watched the beginning of it all. How the Kamo clan came together to exile and exterminate the Sato clan well before they ever joined Sukuna. My clan was powerful, prosperous, and above all else, feared.

When the jujutsu world began to reject them, they turned to Sukuna who readily embraced our talent.

He promised safety and security in exchange for our loyalty. It was a promise he actually followed through on until the end.

I also saw my ancestors training and fighting in battles, using techniques I had never seen before. Techniques that I, in theory, should be able to do as well.

I was getting a real glimpse of what it was actually like to be a Sato. And most of it was heart-wrenching.

I experienced it as if I were there. I felt their pain, their suffering. The agony and fear they lived with. The pent up emotions of my clan being continuously slaughtered over thousands of years now all being transferred down to me.

The last surviving member.

Something in me snapped. Every time I learned about the Sato clan the new information completely contradicted what I had learned previously.

And I was out of patience. I was out of excuses or justification for the past actions of the jujutsu world or for my clan.

And even though my technique usually provided me with the purest information—the absolute truth about what happened or what people experienced—I couldn't know for sure wether or not Sukuna was capable of manipulating them to fit his own agenda.

A normal person couldn't. Even a sorcerer probably couldn't. But if anyone was able to, it'd be him.

I took a deep breath as I slowly stood to my feet. I needed to accept the fact that I'd probably never know the truth about what happened.

But either way, I had seen enough.

If the world wasn't going to care about who lives and who dies, why should I? Why should I be the last sole protector when no one else was willing to risk it all to save others?

Whether I worked for Gakuganji or Geto, it was the same. They all wanted me to kill for whatever ideals they determined to be worth the price of a precious human life.

But it was my turn to decide... It was my turn to create history. And since history had killed my people so mercilessly. I guess it was time I returned the favor.

I looked at Yuuji who was full of concern or confusion. I had been in visible pain, but I hadn't screamed or yelled. I wasn't crying. I was emotionless.

"Leave," I ordered him.

"Y/n-sensei..." his eyes became sad. "What happened?"

"Please Yuuji," I said again. "I need you to leave. You have to get Nobara and Megumi, and then you need to go back to Jujutsu High."

"W-we can't go. Not without you."

I smiled softly at him, "I'll be right behind you. I'll finish up everything here."

"Promise?" he asked just above a whisper.

"I promise."

He nodded hesitantly, "Ok." With that, he took off, leaving me with the 3 cursed users who were still trembling from having faced Sukuna.

They were weak. And in this moment, I was deciding that the weak ones were no longer people I wished to save.

"I'll make this quick," I called out.

I shot out three separate streams of my darkness technique, wrapping it around their throats.

They all looked at me in horror as I held out my arm in front of me. As I slammed my hand into a fist, the darkness tightened around them, slicing through their necks.

I watched as the headless bodies all dropped to floor, a parade of blood flying about and streaking across the ground.

I clenched my jaw as I watched. My body felt completely numb. It was so easy for me to do that... And I felt a small sense of relief.

Those three probably had zero connection to anything that ever happened with my clan, and yet ridding them of this world, it was freeing.

I turned around to leave, planning to exit out of the large blast in the wall the cursed spirit had made, when I saw two others watching me with looks of delight on their faces.

"Unless you feel like dying today, I suggest you leave," I said blankly.

"Your encounter with Sukuna went well I presume?" the man with long black hair smirked at me.

But I was too busy fixated on the cursed spirit next to him. I heard Yuuji mention a man with a patchwork face previously, this must be the one.

"I thought you said she didn't kill," the patchy one laughed. "Yet here she is, covered in their blood."

Geto chuckled softly, "And they were supposed to be some of our best cursed users."

"I'm busy. And uninterested in fighting you at the moment. What do you want?"

"Ready to join me?" Geto asked.

"Like I said," I held up my left hand, showing off my new ring. "I'm unavailable."

"And once he knows you ripped off 3 heads today, will he still want to be with you?" Geto cockily rose an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound like Gojo."

I smirked as I got ready to attack, "I was actually thinking I'd bring my body count up to 5. What do you say?"

"Y/n!" my name was called and I whipped around to see Satoru sprinting towards me.

"Looks like that's our cue. We'll be seeing you soon Y/n. I'm sure," Geto smiled, the two of them practically disappearing into thin air.

••••••

**lite manga spoilers**

Geto and Mahito joined the others on the beach, stretching out across the two empty chairs.

"And? How'd it go?" Jogo asked.

Mahito smiled, "She was there. But she wasn't anything like Geto described.

Geto let out a loud sigh, "We need to be careful. Our plan could easily be unraveled by her..."

He continued to mumble, more to himself than to anyone else, "I don't understand. I thought seeing everything from Sukuna would definitely bring her to us. It should've broken her. Especially combined with my technique."

"It definitely broke her," Mahito chuckled. "Her eyes were unlike anything I've seen in a human."

"How so?" Hanami asked.

"Crazed," he smirked. "Thirsty for blood."

"Yes, but she's still choosing Gojo," Geto interjected. "And now that fucking ring... She'll do whatever she can to protect him."

"I was counting on her being practically dormant during our attack. Her techniques are too powerful to be used around many people."

"But if she no longer cares who gets killed in the process, she may just be the hardest for us to deal with."

"Can she really be that forceful?" Jogo scoffed. "I'm sure I could handle her."

Geto clenched his fist as his mind continued to race through all the possibilities, "It's the fucking Sato clan. They've always been so unpredictable."