Eclipsed . 日食

"What should I do? How do I free you?"

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Naomi stood before the towering gates of the Gojo Clan estate, a place that had never truly felt like home. The imposing structure loomed before her, cold and unwelcoming, just as it had always been. It was strange—no matter how many years passed, stepping onto this land always felt suffocating, like invisible hands were wrapping around her throat, reminding her that she didn't belong.

The guards at the entrance barely spared her a glance before stepping aside, allowing her passage. Of course, they wouldn't dare stop her—not the younger sister of Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer. But now, with Satoru sealed away, Naomi wondered if their obedience would last.

She walked through the estate with steady steps, though her mind was anything but calm. It had been years since she willingly set foot here. The memories of her childhood—of being ignored, whispered about, resented—clawed at the edges of her thoughts. The elders had never acknowledged her as anything more than an afterthought, a mistake born under an inauspicious star. She had spent her whole life trying not to care.

But today, she was here for a reason.

Her fists clenched at her sides as she approached the main hall, where the clan's higher-ups waited. They had summoned her, and she knew exactly why. Gojo Satoru was gone. And without him, the clan would seek to reestablish their control—over his name, his legacy... and perhaps, even her.

But they would soon learn—she was not here to be controlled.

Naomi stepped into the grand hall, her expression carefully blank, though her blood simmered beneath the surface. The room was just as she remembered—dimly lit, the scent of old paper and incense lingering in the air. The elders sat in their usual places, their sharp eyes watching her as if she were nothing more than a nuisance to be dealt with.

"You've finally come," one of them remarked, his tone devoid of warmth. "It took you long enough."

Naomi bit back the urge to scoff. Took me long enough? 

Her brother—was sealed away, and all they could think about was why she hadn't rushed here like an obedient pawn? She said nothing, waiting for them to speak first.

"The current situation regarding Gojo Satoru is... unfortunate," another elder spoke, his words slow and deliberate, as if Satoru being trapped in the Prison Realm was merely a mild inconvenience. "But the Gojo Clan must move forward. His absence leaves a gap in power that must be accounted for."

Naomi's nails dug into her palms. A gap in power?

"We must ensure that the clan's authority remains intact," another elder continued, his voice eerily calm. "With Satoru gone, we must prepare to shift our influence. The balance of power is fragile, and many will seek to take advantage of this moment."

Naomi's jaw tightened. Not a single word about saving him. Not a single word of concern.

"So, what?" she said, her voice quiet but laced with venom. "You're not even considering unsealing him?"

The room fell into a heavy silence. A few of the elders exchanged glances, as if she had just spoken something ridiculous.

One of them finally sighed. "It would be unwise to act rashly. Gojo Satoru was... powerful, yes. But perhaps this is a sign that we should reconsider how much control one individual should have."

Naomi's body went rigid. A sign?

Another elder nodded. "His presence always disrupted the balance of power. He was strong, but reckless. His ideals often clashed with tradition, and he never truly acted in the best interest of the clan."

The rage bubbling within her finally snapped.

She slammed her hands onto the table, her eyes burning with fury. "Are you serious right now?" Her voice rang through the room, sharp and unwavering. "Satoru is the reason this clan even holds power in the first place. He's the reason any of you can sit here so comfortably. And now that he's sealed, all you care about is your position?"

The elders remained still, their expressions unreadable.

Naomi exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "You're pathetic." She spat the words like venom. "You should be rallying to bring him back, not scheming about how to profit from his absence."

One of them frowned. "Mind your tone, Naomi."

"Or what?" she snapped, stepping closer. "You'll cast me out? Act like I never existed?" She let out a hollow laugh. "Oh, wait. You already did that years ago."

The air in the room grew tense, the weight of her words settling between them.

"You may not care about Satoru," she continued, voice quieter now but no less sharp, "but I do. And I swear on everything he's ever given me—I will bring him back."

Naomi took a deep breath, trying to steady the fury thrumming through her veins. They could scheme all they wanted. She had made up her mind.

No matter what it took—no matter what she had to do—she would free Gojo Satoru.

Naomi paused at the doorway, sensing the lingering tension in the air. She had expected resistance, maybe even outrage, but what she hadn't expected... was fear.

The subtle shift in their expressions—the way their eyes flickered with hesitation, the way some of them exchanged uneasy glances—did not go unnoticed. They weren't just shocked. They were hiding something.

Naomi turned back, her gaze sweeping across the room filled with so-called elders—the very people who had spent years dismissing her existence. They had always ignored her, belittled her, and acted as if she was nothing more than a shadow trailing behind her brother. But now... now, everything had changed.

A slow smirk curled on her lips as she took a step closer. "Oh, and one more thing," she said, her voice laced with quiet confidence. "You might think Satoru's absence leaves a power vacuum, but you'd be wrong."

The room remained silent, waiting.

Naomi's fingers curled into a loose fist at her side, and for a brief moment, the air around her shifted. A sharp, invisible pressure filled the hall—limitless, boundless, overwhelming. Some of the elders stiffened, their expressions betraying a rare flicker of shock. They felt it. His power.

"I have inherited his power," Naomi declared, letting the words sink in. "Everything that made Satoru Gojo the strongest now runs through me."

A tense silence followed. Some of them had suspected this might happen, but hearing her say it out loud—feeling it in the air—made it undeniable.

"I am the rightful heir of the Gojo Clan," she continued, stepping forward, her presence alone enough to command the room. "And if any of you think you can order me around, you're mistaken. I am the strongest now. That means I make the rules."

No one spoke. Not a single voice raised in protest. Because deep down, they all knew. They had always known this was a possibility. Naomi was his sister—his flesh and blood. It was inevitable.

Some of them looked uneasy, while others—those who had always resented Satoru's dominance—were already calculating their next move. But Naomi didn't care. She wasn't here to play politics.

She took one last look at the elders, at the same people who had dismissed her for years, and then scoffed. "That's what I thought."

Without another word, she turned , her heart pounding with something she hadn't felt in a long time—control.

She turned back, her piercing gaze sweeping over the elders. "You think I came here just to announce my claim?" she said, voice calm but laced with a dangerous edge. "I didn't come here for your approval. I came for answers."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the hall.

"I want to know about the spirits inside me." Her voice was steady, unwavering. "Akagetsu. And the others."

The room fell deathly silent.

Then, a whisper. A single word, spoken so softly that it barely reached her ears—yet it carried the weight of something ancient, forbidden.

"Buried Sun."

Naomi's eyes narrowed.

More whispers followed, hushed and frantic. "It can't be." "We sealed it away." "How could she—?"

She didn't need to hear the full sentences to understand—they knew something.

"Enough." Her voice cut through the whispers like a blade. "Start talking."

No one answered. Some of them looked away. Others remained eerily silent, their faces blank. Too blank.

Naomi felt the unmistakable chill of deceit. They weren't just hesitant. They were afraid.

Of her.

Of what she carried inside her.

Her fingers twitched, itching to use her powers, to force the truth out of them. But she took a slow breath, schooling her expression into something unreadable. If they were going to play this game, she would play it too.

"I can feel it," she said, her voice quieter now, almost dangerous. "You're hiding something. And trust me, if you don't tell me what I need to know—" her eyes darkened, a flicker of power rising within her, "—I will find out myself."

The old man sat in the dimly lit chamber, his aged fingers gripping the wooden staff at his side. Naomi stood before him, arms crossed, her patience thinning with every second of silence that stretched between them.

Finally, the elder exhaled heavily, as if carrying the weight of a truth too long buried. "You were never supposed to know," he murmured.

Naomi's eyes narrowed. "Know what?"

The old man lifted his gaze to hers, his expression unreadable. "The Elemental Curses—the most ancient of calamities—were sealed away long before you were born. Their power was too great, too dangerous for the world. But one, the Buried Sun, was different. It was never properly sealed."

Naomi stiffened.

"The day you were born... was the day the seal awakened."

A sickening chill settled in her bones.

"It was fate," the elder continued. "A prophecy passed down in secrecy, one even your brother was never told." He inhaled sharply before reciting the words that had haunted their clan for centuries.

"When the blood of the Six Eyes and the blood of Calamity intertwine, the seal shall weaken, and a child shall be born—not as a sorcerer, but as a prison. A vessel for ruin."

Naomi's breath caught in her throat. A prison?

"You," the elder confirmed, his voice heavy. "You were never meant to wield cursed energy like the rest of us. You were born as a vessel—a cage to contain what could never be destroyed. The moment your existence began, the Buried Sun's power settled inside you."

Naomi took a step back, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She wanted to deny it, to say it was impossible—but deep down, she had always known something inside her was different. The way her power felt foreign, unstable. The way her very presence sometimes felt suffocating, even to herself.

"But if I was a prison," she said slowly, forcing herself to stay calm, "then why am I not sealed?"

The elder's lips pressed into a thin line. "Because the seal... broke."

Naomi's stomach twisted.

"The moment you were born, the spirits was sealed within you—but over time, it fractured. Its power wasn't locked away completely, making you both a threat... and an anomaly."

Her hands curled into fists. She wasn't just a sorcerer. She wasn't just Gojo Satoru's sister.

She was a vessel. A walking catastrophe.

And the worst part?

They had known all along.

Naomi swallowed the rage rising in her throat. "So, what now?" she asked, her voice deadly calm. "You all let me live knowing I was a ticking time bomb. What happens when I break completely?"

The old man didn't answer.

Because deep down, they feared that day would come.

Naomi sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the dimly lit room. The whispers of the elders still echoed in her mind. Elemental Curses. A vessel. A prison for ruin. The words felt like chains, tightening around her, dragging her deeper into something she couldn't understand.

But there was one thing she couldn't ignore—one thing that didn't fit.

If the Elemental Curses were inside her... then why did she always see that girl?

Every night, every dream—it was never fire, water, wind, or ice. It was always her.

A girl, no older than herself, standing in a place she couldn't recognize. Her dark eyes carried a strange sense of knowing, as if she understood things Naomi couldn't. Her hair, soft and silver under the moonlight, felt hauntingly familiar.

She never spoke much. Just watched. Just smiled.

"Who are you?" Naomi had asked in one of her dreams.

The girl had tilted her head, a teasing smile playing at her lips. "You should know by now."

But Naomi didn't. No matter how many times she saw her, no matter how much she reached out, she could never grasp the answer.

And yet...

Something deep inside her whispered that the girl wasn't a curse.

She wasn't an enemy.

She was something far more important.

Tonight, as Naomi lay down, her thoughts restless, she knew she would see her again. And this time—this time, she would find out the truth.

Naomi found herself standing in an endless field of white. It wasn't the first time she had been here—this place of silence, of weightless nothingness. And just like every other time, she was there.

The girl stood a few steps away, her silver hair swaying with an unseen breeze. She looked at Naomi with that same knowing gaze, a quiet amusement dancing in her dark eyes.

Naomi's breath was steady, but inside, she was anything but calm. Tonight, she wouldn't let this slip away like every other dream.

"Who are you?" she asked, voice firm.

The girl tilted her head slightly, lips curling into a soft smile. "You already know."

Naomi's fingers twitched. She had heard that answer before. But this time, something clicked—something that had been clawing at the edges of her mind since the elders whispered that name.

"The Buried Sun."

The girl's smile didn't falter. Naomi swallowed. "You're not a curse, are you?"

The girl simply shook her head.

"Then... what are you?" Naomi's voice wavered slightly.

The girl let out a quiet breath, her expression unreadable. "I was someone... just like you."

The world around them shifted. The white void bled into something darker, something colder. Naomi blinked as her surroundings changed—and suddenly, she was standing in the middle of an ancient courtyard.

She could hear screaming.

Her eyes darted around, catching glimpses of people in traditional robes, their faces twisted in fear and disgust. And at the center of it all—the girl. Bound. Bloodied. Kneeling before the clan elders as they loomed over her.

"She is a threat."

"She must not be allowed to exist."

"We will not repeat the mistakes of the past."

Naomi's breath caught in her throat. She could feel the girl's pain, her exhaustion, as if it were her own. And yet, even as her body trembled, even as the verdict of death was cast upon her—she did not cry.

She simply smiled.

The vision shattered, and Naomi was back in the white void, standing before the girl once more.

Naomi took a shaky step forward, her heart pounding. "They killed you."

The girl nodded.

"For the same reason they fear me," Naomi whispered. "Because of our power."

Another nod.

Naomi clenched her fists. "Then why are you smiling? Why do you just... accept it?" Her voice rose with anger—anger that had been bubbling beneath the surface since she learned the truth. "They erased you, buried you in history, and now they act like it never happened! Like you never happened! How can you just—"

The girl reached out, pressing a single finger against Naomi's forehead. A strange warmth spread through her, stopping the storm of emotions raging inside her.

"I am not gone," the girl murmured. "I am you."

Naomi's breath hitched.

"Your birth was not a coincidence, Naomi," the girl continued. "You were not meant to be a prison. You were meant to be a continuation."

Naomi's vision blurred, her mind racing. "Then tell me—what am I supposed to do?"

The girl's smile softened, and for the first time, Naomi saw something else in her eyes. Not just amusement. Not just knowing.

Hope.

"That," the Buried Sun whispered, "is for you to decide."

Naomi stood frozen in the vast white space of her dream, her breath unsteady as the Buried Sun's expression shifted—no longer amused, no longer unreadable. There was a sadness in her dark eyes, a weight that Naomi could feel pressing against her own chest.

"They didn't kill me," the girl said softly. "They couldn't."

Naomi's brows furrowed, confusion flickering through her. Before she could speak, the space around them began to ripple, shifting like the surface of disturbed water. The white void melted away, and suddenly, Naomi was standing in a different time, a different place.

A cold wind bit at her skin. The night sky stretched endlessly above, its stars dimmed by the weight of what was about to happen.

And there, in the center of it all—her.

The Buried Sun stood in the middle of a solemn courtyard, her hands bound, her knees sinking into the cold stone beneath her. Elders surrounded her, their faces impassive, their gazes sharp with judgment. But their hands did not move to strike her down. There was no executioner, no blade raised against her throat.

Because they could not kill her.

Naomi felt her breath hitch as she watched, unable to look away.

"You are a calamity waiting to happen," one of the elders said.

"You will bring ruin upon everything you touch."

"If you love your family, if you care for them at all, you will do what is necessary."

The girl trembled. Her lips were pale, her fingers curled so tightly into her palms that Naomi was sure her nails would pierce skin. But she did not argue. She did not scream.

Because she had already been convinced.

Because they had spent years poisoning her mind, whispering the same thing over and over until it had become an undeniable truth in her heart.

"You will kill them."

"You will destroy them."

"If you do not stop yourself, there will be no one left."

Naomi clenched her fists as she watched the girl slowly, painfully, accept her fate. She could feel it—the sickening weight of doubt, of fear, twisting inside her. The Buried Sun was powerful, more powerful than any of them. But she had been made to believe that her very existence was a curse.

That her love for her family was a weapon that would inevitably be turned against them.

The girl reached for the dagger placed before her, her hands shaking as she wrapped her fingers around the hilt.

"No," Naomi whispered, but the past did not hear her.

The girl took one last breath, lifting the blade to her chest.

"No!"

The blade pierced skin.

Naomi gasped as the vision shattered, and she was back in the white void once more. But the image would not leave her mind. The Buried Sun stood before her, that same small smile on her lips, as if she had long since accepted what had happened.

"As long as I lived," she murmured, "they feared me. But they knew they couldn't stop me—not unless I stopped myself."

Naomi felt something sharp and raw clawing at her throat. "They made you do it. They convinced you that you had no choice—"

"And so I chose," the Buried Sun whispered.

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Naomi's hands trembled at her sides, her nails biting into her skin.

"But it wasn't real," she said, her voice cracking. "They lied to you."

The girl smiled again, but this time, it felt almost... gentle. "It was real to me."

Naomi felt her heart clench painfully. "And now you're telling me that I—"

"Share the same fate," the girl finished. "Only you can take yourself."

Naomi took a step back, shaking her head. "No. I would never—"

But the Buried Sun only watched her, her dark eyes patient, knowing. "That's what I thought too."

A cold shiver ran down Naomi's spine. For the first time, she felt something close to fear—not of herself, not of the power within her, but of the idea that one day... she might be pushed to the same edge.

That one day, she too might believe there is no other choice.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, clenching her fists. "That won't happen to me."

The Buried Sun tilted her head, watching her with quiet amusement.

"I suppose we'll see."

Naomi felt her breath hitch, her body stiffening as the Buried Sun's words settled into her bones like ice.

"When I died, the elemental curses disappeared." 

Naomi's mind raced. If the elemental curses had vanished along with her death, then what was inside her now? What was the force she had felt clawing at her soul for as long as she could remember?

Her lips parted, but before she could speak, the Buried Sun tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

"They thought they were sealing away the elemental curses after my death," she said softly. "They thought they had contained a great power, ensuring it would never threaten the world again."

The air around Naomi felt heavier, like an unseen weight was pressing against her chest.

"But they were wrong."

A flicker of unease crawled down Naomi's spine. "Then what did they seal?"

The Buried Sun's smile was slow, something sad and knowing.

"Me."

Naomi's breath caught in her throat.

"They didn't seal the elemental curses," the girl continued. "They sealed my soul."

The world around them seemed to distort for a moment, the white void pulsing like a living thing. Naomi felt an unnatural cold seep into her skin, not from fear—but from realization.

All this time, she had believed the force inside her was a remnant of something ancient, a collection of curses that had attached themselves to her at birth. She had convinced herself that she was a vessel of uncontrollable power, carrying the weight of something inhuman.

But it had never been that. It had never been curses.

It had always been her.

The Buried Sun—the girl who had been manipulated into taking her own life, the girl who had once shared Naomi's face, her fate, her power. The girl who had been feared, not for what she held within her, but for who she was.

Naomi staggered back, her mind spiraling. "That doesn't make sense—"

"Doesn't it?" The Buried Sun's voice was eerily calm. "Haven't you always wondered why you could hear me? See me? Why your dreams have never been about curses, but about me?"

Naomi's throat went dry.

"You are not just a vessel, Naomi."

The Buried Sun stepped closer, her dark eyes locking onto Naomi's.

"You are my prison."

Naomi swallowed hard, trying to steady the storm raging inside her. Her thoughts twisted and tangled, unable to grasp the weight of what she had just learned.

"If... if you were sealed, then what about my powers?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The Buried Sun watched her, a small, almost amused smile playing at her lips. "Since my soul was sealed, my powers were, too. The elemental forces you wield? They once belonged to me. You are having the power I  had before i died. They didn't vanish when i died."

Naomi felt something in her chest tighten. So it had never been hers. The power she had struggled with, the force that had shaped her into something feared—it was never meant to be hers. It was the Buried Sun's all along.

"Then..." Naomi took a slow step forward, searching the girl's face for something—anything—that would ease the growing unease curling in her gut. "What do you want?"

For the first time, the Buried Sun's expression changed. The amusement faded, and something raw and aching flickered in her dark eyes.

"I want to live."

The words came softly, yet they carried a weight that pressed down on Naomi's chest.

"I was never given the chance," the girl continued, her voice edged with something bitter. "I was never allowed to grow, to see the world, to love, to hate, to simply be."

Naomi clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. She knew that pain. The pain of having choices stolen from you, of being forced into a fate you never asked for.

"Then tell me," Naomi said, her voice firm. "What should I do? How do I free you?"

For a long moment, the Buried Sun simply stared at her. Then, slowly, a smirk spread across her lips.

"Before that happens," she murmured, "I want to make them suffer."

Naomi's blood ran cold.

"What?"

"That clan.. who did this to me. That clan who sealed me away, who forced me to kill myself, who stripped me of everything." The Buried Sun's eyes darkened, burning with something ancient and vengeful. "I want them to feel the pain I felt. I want to watch as their world crumbles, just like mine did."

Naomi took a sharp step back, shaking her head. "No. I won't let you do that."

The Buried Sun tilted her head, her expression unreadable. Then, without another word, she turned away, her form beginning to blur into the shadows of Naomi's subconscious.

But just before she disappeared, she spoke one last time.

"One day, Naomi," she whispered, "you will beg me to set you free."

Naomi felt a chill crawl up her spine.

"And when that day comes," the Buried Sun's voice echoed in the void, "I will let you out of this suffering."

Then, the darkness swallowed her whole, and Naomi was left alone.

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 just wanted to explain a few things incase readers didn't understand.

What r these elemental curses? These curses were  powerful curses during sukuna's era (before sukuna became a curse) which caused  problems to sorcerers and were as powerful as special grade. powerful clans came and tried to defeat it but it all went in vain, so they performed a ritual and sealed it. now the main problem is there was a prophecy.

"When the blood of the Six Eyes and the blood of Calamity intertwine, the seal shall weaken, and a child shall be born—not as a sorcerer, but as a prison. A vessel for ruin."

The buried sun was born under this prophecy... and the seal weakened and all fused inside her. The clan realized it and wanted to eliminate her. She was too powerful so they thought it was best if she died by killing herself. and so manipulated her in doing it. and so after her death, the elders immediately performed a ritual to seal the elemental curses because they thought the elemental curses would break free from the buried sun's soul not knowing it disappeared after her death, but what they didn't realize was that they didn't seal the elemental curses but the buried sun's soul.

Now coming to Naomi's case.. she was born on the same date as buried sun, which caused the seal to break and fuse inside her , but it wasn't that powerful as the elemental curses and that's y it took some time for the seal to fully break. the seal activated from the arrival of sukuna and when she started seeing curses. when she was small she  had no cursed energy the elders realized her case and saw her as a threat but didn't kill her as they were scared of gojo. And thus she was bought up as a normal kid. so inside her is the soul of buried sun and the powers r once what the buried sun had before she died.

if u guys have any q pls ask me.

so that's the twist.'🙃🙃

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