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    The boy shifts on his feet. “The year is two thousand and eighteen? Common Era?”

    Slowly, smile still plastic on his face, Suguru faces Satoru. This fucking dumbass. “Satoru,” he says, dangerous edge to his voice, “what did you do?

    Satoru makes some bastardization of a sound, half between a laugh and a cough. “...Whoops?”

    “I,” Suguru grits, pinching two fingers together, “am this close to mass murder.” He’s joking. Probably.

     

    ///OR: Shortly before Getō would have massacred a village, he and Gojō are thrust eleven years forward into a would-have-been future that Getō is conspicuously absent from.

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    This fic takes place pretty much exactly after S2 of JJK, taking everything as canon until then. I'll be attempting to fill all the holes, give straight answers for some of the vague bullshit about techniques that are never actually explained. I might mess up with the complete symbolism of things, because to give Gege credit, he did his research into symbolism, even if it made no particular sense. And I'll attempt to give it all a better end, hopefully.

    Here, I'm making Yuji's role as the Sukuna Vessel actually important - since it's never mentioned explicitly in the anime at any point if he was made for Sukuna or not explicitly, I'm making it so Kenjaku optimized him exactly for that and he's unique in his ability. We're getting to 20 fingers with this one.

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    "Now that's interesting, brat. You're going to fight on my side?"

    "You have to die. And I am responsible for your death. So why not make sure it's a good one?"

    "And here I thought you hated me."

    "Not more than I hate myself."

    "Is there a difference anymore?"

    "Not really."

    "In another world, I might've even liked you enough to spare your life, brat."

    "No thanks."

    "Ha!"

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    Suddenly, a wisp of light.

    It is familiar, comforting, inviting. It urges him, frantic yet gentle as it pushes him towards the surface.

    And then he sees him.
    Bright blue eyes blink at him like a lighthouse in the night, cutting through the darkness and fog, guiding him back home.

    “How long are you gonna let yourself be used like this, Suguru?”

    Those words feel like a punch to the gut. He starts thrashing and struggling against the black quicksand trapping him.
    It hurts. It hurts so much. Still he keeps pushing. Because Satoru needs him.

    Finally, he is free.

    He looks up and finds himself face to face with Satoru, who is still kneeling with his hands tied behind his back by the Prison Realm and is looking straight back at him.

    All the defiance and aggression from earlier is gone from his eyes, replaced instead by a familiar softness.
    Satoru smiles, weak and tired, but sincere nonetheless.

    “Welcome back, Suguru.”

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    Suguru gains back control of his body in Shibuya. Satoru is thrilled, everyone else not so much.

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