20 / Nanami-dono

Nanami's ever-so permanent frown deepens even more when Samiru practically threw herself at him with a squeal. His free arm without the weapon loosely grasp her waist. They were chest to chest in a hug. And Samiru's arms were locked around his neck.

Saying Nanami was annoyed is an understatement.

" Long time no see! Jesus Christmas, the last time I saw you were years ago when we were doing an investigation together as per Satoru-nii's request! I thought you didnt want to do anything with Jujutsu anymore? Why're you here? And with my target?"

Nanami pried her off him, professionally not taking his eyes off the target. And with the action, Samiru laughed wholeheartedly.

" Glad you didnt changed at all, Nanami-dono."

" Stop calling me that, brat. And do your job properly. If you push me to work overtime, I wouldnt like it."      Nanami grunted.

Samiru simply chuckled in response. The glee in her eyes made her bright crystal eyes behind those familiar dark circular glasses shine ever so brightly. But it had to stop when the curse disrespectfully cut their reunion moment short by having the deranged stretch flesh crash them above.

She had to jump away to dodge. Causing Nanami and herself to depart in either sides.

" That was very disrespectful. Didnt you see we were having the moment right there?"      Samiru scoffed in distaste. Locking her arms over each other infront of her chest.

" You were the first to interrupt our meeting, young lady. Dont talk about respect."     The human looking curse chuckled lightly.

" Ah. Right."

Upon first glance, the human looking curse looked nothing evil and gorey. Without the weird stitches all over his body and face, he'd look like a complete angel. His mismatched eyes glimmering with hunger for amusement looked enchanting. His boisterous wide grin similar to a child's smile when playing tag looked a little too pure. A strange point to be admiring about the curse.

" You're the first curse I held a conversation with. Imagine that."      Samiru laughs, sporting a cocky grin.

" Its an honor then, doll."

The curse's arms stretched lunging each towards both Nanami and Samiru in a quick speed. Nanami struggled to dodge, and since the weird limb is defying physics, Nanami's cursed technique is useless against it. He could just cut and cut, but it would just grow and grow like a weirdo. A sole counter to his technique. Samiru on the other hand, stood leisurely still with the strange unshapely limb unable to touch her a ruler away.

Samiru couldnt understand what kind of technique the curse have, but it sure is impressive. This flesh was already detached from the curse's limbs when Nanami collided in a wall, producing another set of flying smoke. When it cleared, he was well and okay. Samiru on the other hand, finally made a effort to slice the now unmoving flesh wrapped around her infinity, with her infinity.

Now, this is fun. The widening grin on Samiru proved it that.

While a disfigured face on the large flesh talked to Nanami or something like that, Samiru summoned twin puppet to give her the dearest precious camera. Then they listened to the curse as he explained:

"...sorry. You see I've been practicing a lot, so they dont die right after transfiguration. But their brains? Awareness? I still lack precision with that. The sweat of their soul trickles down like-"

Without further listening, Samiru and her twin puppet thrusted for an attack intentionally cutting off his discussion. His curse technique involves transfiguring the souls. She just had to avoid the guy from touching her then.

Samiru threw a forward punched aimed at his face, but an invisible air a ruler away from her wrist collided with his flesh. It took the curse aback. Nanami also started attacking the curse, but it was proving to be a tricky situation. He can dodge perfectly and fluidly as if he didnt have bones a all.

" *Chuckles* so disrupting each other's talk is our thing now, dear?"     The curse snickered.

Throwing a punch on his right side he dodged to the left, then dodged again when Nanami swung down his weapon diagonally from his the left side of his back shoulder to his right waist. Then he deliberately ducked at Samiru's round horse kick aimed at his right head. Because he ducked, the kick hit Nanami's head who was attacking from the curse's back.

The hit made Nanami fly and collide to the other side of the shit water in the sewer.

" Damn. I need to work on my teamwork, Satoru-nii's gonna be so pissed. Sorry, Nanami-dono! I was used to working alone!"      Samiru casually shouted over with little remorse. Only half apologetic about hitting her senior. All the while her infinity blocked the curse's violet flaming fists. His cursed energy.

Twin puppet, being controlled by Samiru's mind and conscience, snapped a photo at Nanami's questionable state.

" Shit. You're not suppose to do that."      Samiru sighed at her twin puppet.

Nanami only grunted in response. He knew all too well how her twin puppet worked, and he was a constant victim of 'candid' photos in Samiru's album. He wasnt phased at all. If anything, he was relieved Samiru havent changed after all those times they were apart.

In return of the kick, he got a ticket to slack off. He watched as Samiru fought fluidly, throwing literal sharp punches. Half a ruler away from her skin, was an infinity barrier with sharpened edges like a claw.

Now Nanami wasnt one to slack off. He just wanted to see Samiru's improvement over the year. Nanami was her other older brother figure. One that was better than an annoying, tiresome, immature man-child.

She deliberately tried landing a hit with swift moves.

Punching his right head, turning to round-horse kick his right torso with her right foot, turning again to send a back kick with her left foot, then dodging and blocking a series of punch with her infinity armor,before faking a wide swing aimed at right head making him expectedly duck,only for him to meet Samiru's left knee in his chin, her hands supported the impact as it also brought his head down,then bringing her joined fist together down in his back,with a sharp infinity held like a dagger stabbing him. She went fast as to trying to slice open his whole back like slamming hard on a whack-a-molly, but the curse managed to run speedily away with a horse looking legs.

The curse huffed.

They were just playing with the other.

" You're a strong one, dear. Whats your grade?"

" Third year?"    Samiru deadpanned.

Then both Nanami and the curse deadpanned even more.

" A 1st grade sorcerer?"

" Ah. Yes. Yes. A first grade sorcerer."      Samiru coughed at her embarrassing mistake to regain a cocky ego again.

But the curse still laughed.

" You're an amusing one, dear."

Samiru truthfully found the nicknames quite infuriating. And he cant help but wonder if Megumi also felt this irritated at the nicknames she constantly threw at him. She wondered if the nicknames were what caused Megumi's resident scowl and frown to deepen and deepen when she'd with him. That moment of hesitation that made her guard down though, gave an obvious opening.

The human angel looking curse lunged forward in a fast speed with the violet curse energy in his hand. He was extremely close to touching the young Gojo. But Nanami was faster to intervening in between. The curse was able to touch Nanami, he was able to touch Nanami's soul.

And Nanami grunted in response.

" Nanami-dono?"

" What are you distracted about, brat?"      " Are you fine?"

" I'm fine."

Then the curse sighs.

" You know, I want to know your name."      The curse said with a small smile." Your soul is powerful, unshakeable and arrogant with stubbornness. But that single random minute completely flickered that powerful stand into a struggling candle light in a teasing windy place. I wonder what made it weak."

Samiru was about to lunge at him again, offended and intruded. But Nanami held her back with a single barricading hand.

" Your soul couldnt lie. It was wondering something. Jujutsu Sorcerers could protect their souls with a layer of cursed energy, but it couldnt cover their naked honesty. If your partner's soul wasnt guarded I would have him in my palms right now."

Samiru sighed in relief knowing Nanami was still safe.

" No matter. After a few attempts, your partner will be under my control. Now what's your name dear?"

" Like I'd tell, you."      Samiru muttered, before the curse charged on them.

Unfortunately though, him crashing on their spot scattered them apart. The curse was mostly targeting Nanami, with his speed increased due to his legs being a horse's. Well, apparently he could alter his own soul too. Nanami is also a powerful sorcerer, so dodging the curse's fast desperate attempts of just grabbing him was an easy job. Samiru and now twin puppet instantly dashed towards Nanami to help him defend himself. She clutched unto his thick elbows, while shielding themselves with her infinity. The perfect unbreakable and effective protection.

" Hey Nanami-dono? Could you give me one of your neck ties now? I saved your life."     Samiru chuckled and Nanami sighed in annoyance as a response.

Nanami always had a knack of collecting strange patterned neckties since Samiru first known him. She made it her goal to at least own one of Nanami's patterned neckties, and she did received one during Nanami's farewell to her years ago. She was grateful, but she was picky. And she wanted the rainbow striped one, or the darkest blue with yellow stars and galaxy as a design.

Nanami sighed yet again, seeing Samiru's tendency to say constant irritating cocky snide remarks not change. But it did made him pull a tiny tiny bit smile. The nostalgia was refreshing.

But it was cut short. It happened quite fast. The 6th moment twin puppet touched the curse as a hit, it suddenly stopped functioning. As did Samiru. The unusual frozen state Nanami noticed made him even more alert. Then twin puppet's invisible outline was clear as it started remolding into bursts of bubbles. Then the curse lunged at them in great speed with the widest of grins.

Because twin puppet is Samiru's subconsciousness which is connected to her soul, so the curse could alter it and tap unto Samiru's soul. It wasnt life threatening to Samiru, she would just feel a slight hand brush in the depts of her insides at most.

Samiru had lost her sense of reality for awhile, her infinity dropped like a snap of a finger. And the curse who definitely seemed like it had a name, lunged at them with the widest grin and fastest speed.

But before the curse could touch Samiru, Nanami   immediately placed both his hands on her waist and lifted her up, over his shoulder. All the while dodging any contact by a strand of hair. Samiru huffed as her stomach collided roughly on Nanami's broad hard shoulders.

And now she was brought back to life. On Earth. The curse almost managed to grab Samiru's leg, but luckily and ungentlemanly, Nanami literally threw her over a railing. He simply grabbed her by her crop uniform, and threw her over the railing strongly. In result, her crop ripped. And she landed with a loud thud as if a dead weight met the ground.

" Nanami-dono. I love you, but fuck you, you werent an asshole before! At least throw me gently like the gentleman you supposed be."

Samiru stood up with a huff while dusting her clothes. Then thats when she felt the loose air on her back. She panicked and inspected her clothes the best she could, and there it was. A huge rip from the bottom to top on her back crop top. She instantly covered herself with a panicked shriek and embarrassed red face.

Then Nanami landed beside her with a little troubled expression.      " Nanami you fucking- You ripped my clothes! I mean, you're a lot older than my taste, but sure Nanami dear, I'd take the chance."

" Brat, it's either that or death."

" You fucking undressed me! Was that really necessary?!"

Nanami didnt spare her another attention, instead he listen to the curse's rambling. And Samiru hadnt felt that offended for a week.

And now seeing Nanami now working overtime, she knew the curse would undoubtedly lay dead in a few minutes. Finally fulfilling her wishes, Nanami slowly but swiftly took her outer coat off. And Samiru was there standing tiny beside him, observing every detail closely. He draped it on her shoulder, then proceeded to take his necktie off.

Now Samiru was fully panicked by the wrong kind of reasons.

" Woa-woah-woahh Nanami-dono. I was entirely kidding! Are you seriously undressing too?!"

" Brat. I'm gonna say this for the last time. Shut up."

So she simply stood there, and watch as Nanami's curse energy flew out wildly. Then Nanami explained his technique. Before long, he swiveled through the air, chasing down the curse, and finally able to land a powerful destructive punch on a wall, causing countless debris raining on the petrified curse.

" I should dodge this, right?"

Then suddenly, his leg was cut off just like a snap of a finger. It happened so fast it left the once cheery curse plopped on the ground speechless.

" Well, damn, Nanami-dono. That was chicken wings hot! Except for the part where you roughly undress me. You wanna have chicken wings with me after this?"

Nanami reappeared back beside the cheering Gojo that kept his coat coat/blazer close while the debris fell and flattened the curse. They didnt know nor maybe didnt care if it was exorcised. Samiru's mission was to give assistance to an investigation involving a special grade curse capable of holding a conversation. It didnt really said exorcise.

" Chicken wings? Nanami-dono?"

" Lets get out of here."

" Then lets have a chicken buffet! My treat!"