虎いた杖どり悠ゆう仁じ Itadori Yūji (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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jigokulogs2022-05-20 03:59 pm
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Who ⬤ itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, mitsuri kanroji.
What ⬤ may mini event
When ⬤ mid-may
Where ⬤ all over the place idk
Content Warnings ⬤ will update if needed!
[ use any force necessary — well, that was the direct order from the Enma, and yuuji had no issue to comply. let's say he has a growing resentment towards any group of punks deciding to form a gang and make his job harder. the best philosophy is to break them before they grow in numbers; simple and efficient.
beating up a bunch of hooligans is the norm by now, but— this time yuuji is hearing a lot of personal resentment towards the Enma himself. the fucking audacity; something about rumors and accusations, the dumb turf war between the other factions, and while the sorcerer didn't entertain having a conversation with one, often eager to punch them on the throat instead. however, there is a steady recurring theme here.
... something is going on.
by now, he had a fair pile of those cursed figures stashed inside his backpack— the mission is going well, but he wanted to drop megumi a quick visit at his part-time job. smiling, yuuji glanced down at the poorly wrapped gift box he was holding onto, totally proud of himself for finding the perfect fitting to keep the element of surprise alive; the pink bow in the center is just a lovely touch yuuji deemed necessary! lost in his own little world, the sorcerer easily neglected the brawls in the background as fights broke out in every corner of the city.
eh, it's not his problem.
reaching the library, he barged in and ruined the quiet vibe with a loud, hearty- ]
Yo, Fushiguro!! Where are you?!
[ ooc; if anyone wants to hit yuuji with an event prompt, or something more specific, feel free to send me a PM ♥ ]
What ⬤ may mini event
When ⬤ mid-may
Where ⬤ all over the place idk
Content Warnings ⬤ will update if needed!
[ use any force necessary — well, that was the direct order from the Enma, and yuuji had no issue to comply. let's say he has a growing resentment towards any group of punks deciding to form a gang and make his job harder. the best philosophy is to break them before they grow in numbers; simple and efficient.
beating up a bunch of hooligans is the norm by now, but— this time yuuji is hearing a lot of personal resentment towards the Enma himself. the fucking audacity; something about rumors and accusations, the dumb turf war between the other factions, and while the sorcerer didn't entertain having a conversation with one, often eager to punch them on the throat instead. however, there is a steady recurring theme here.
... something is going on.
by now, he had a fair pile of those cursed figures stashed inside his backpack— the mission is going well, but he wanted to drop megumi a quick visit at his part-time job. smiling, yuuji glanced down at the poorly wrapped gift box he was holding onto, totally proud of himself for finding the perfect fitting to keep the element of surprise alive; the pink bow in the center is just a lovely touch yuuji deemed necessary! lost in his own little world, the sorcerer easily neglected the brawls in the background as fights broke out in every corner of the city.
eh, it's not his problem.
reaching the library, he barged in and ruined the quiet vibe with a loud, hearty- ]
Yo, Fushiguro!! Where are you?!
[ ooc; if anyone wants to hit yuuji with an event prompt, or something more specific, feel free to send me a PM ♥ ]
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he leans over as well, arms crossed against the counter; returning her enthusiasm with his own. ]
I don't think I've seen anyone else with pink hair either! It's a shame. It's such a cool color! I assume you're a natural too?
[ with a closer look, mitsuri had a unique mixed hue, more vivid in its beauty, and it certainly perked the curiosity of some of the customers here too. without losing his smile, yuuji reached for a nearby menu and offered it to their new guest. he never thought of asking her if she wanted to start off with a drink because— even in hell it felt wrong to entice a minor into getting wasted; especially in the most shady part of the city. ]
I'm Itadori Yuuji, by the way. I'll be more than happy to serve you tonight.
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My name is Kanroji Mitsuri. And my hair ... well, I guess it's sort of natural? [ did she count as a natural? she reaches a hand up to touch her hair reflexively, smoothing it down a bit. normally she doesn't tell people this, so it's a bit of a secret -- but since Yuji also has pink hair, maybe he wouldn't think it was so bad? ]
To be honest, when I was little my hair used to be black! But then I ate a lot of sakura mochi, so it changed to be like this. [ of course by 'a lot', she means tens of thousands. ] Most people are a little put off by it though...
[ there were countless times she'd been insulted for her hair: she'd even been denied marriage proposals for it, and accused of wanting to harm someone's child, among other things. although, despite how much their words had affected her, she could never blame the other party for their actions: to her it was understandable. ]
Hmm! [ as she flips through the menu she quietly hums to herself, bobbing her head to the tune of her song. ] Do you have any recommendations for Western-style dishes? I really like them!
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ah, to be pampered with such positive, kind energy in this gloomy hub— mitsuri is truly a gem between monsters. he listened to her short story with curiosity, unsure how one's hair can change color from eating a certain diet, but he knew she had no reason to lie to him. he chuckled under his breath, trying to picture her face when she woke up one day with a head full of pink and green— unless it wasn't an overnight transition?
he was about to ask— until she made that last comment. in which he blinked, humming and tilting his head to the side. ]
You must've been raised around a strict and boring group of people. No offense to your family! Back home in Tokyo? People drop some serious money to have your look.
[ it's the truth; yuuji isn't just saying this to soothe her confidence, merely baffled anyone wouldn't find it unique and gorgeous. for now, he rubs his hands together, not bothered to browse through the menu. he knew the answer to that question by heart. ]
Get the special burger! I don't know what's in that sauce, but it will leave you licking your fingers afterward. It's so good! Trust me on this one!
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she'd been made fun of for her hair colour then too though, so she isn't entirely sure of what itadori means -- but she trusts him on it. otherwise he would have stories of the same treatment too, after all. ]
In the next life, I'd like to visit Tokyo more... It was nice and bright, but busy! Kind of like Shuten territory! You must be really used to the atmosphere here already then, aside from all of the fighting... [ well, then again, mitsuri's not so sure of that either. part of her knows that it's rude, but his scars catch her attention... they were handsome, and cool, but itadori definitely must have been through something for him to end up with scars like those -- especially on his face... but could she ask him about it? or would that be insensitive, since they just met and all?? would he get mad at her? ]
Um ... If that's the case! Then I would like to order three, if that's okay?
[ she's sure he's probably going to think she was gross or something, a complete glutton -- but to her it was pretty much just a snack. ]
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[ well, there are bullies in every corner, whether it's back on earth or in this hell, that's the bitter reality— especially right now. he trusts mitsuri will be able to sense the enmity in the air, and by now the sorcerer is aware he's not the only target tonight. there are eyes on his new company; some out of admiration for her beauty, and some who are far more sinister. then— he heard a gruff whisper from the other end of the bar going 'shitty enmas'.
that's when he perked up, eyes fluttering wide open, but before he could ask— mitsuri voiced her order. with a cheerful smile, yuuji nodded and pushed himself off the counter, yelling out the order to the chef in the back; adding 'make it extra special for my friend here!'. if she thought he'd make a comment about that large request or be disgusted by her, it didn't happen.
instead, he leaned closer, keeping his voice low. ]
Yo, you're an Enma too? How come I've never seen you before?! Are you new here or something?
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his words resound in her mind for a moment, rising above the clamour of silverware on plates and the chatter of the other patrons. to say she's surprised is a bit of an understatement, and her back stiffens a bit as she processes what this all means:
an enma is working at a shuten bar?
was something like that even possible?
as far as she was aware, the factions weren't particularly allowed to mix like this. there was something about the way they responded to one another, their relationships and conflicts, that wouldn't permit it. but yet, he was itadori, somehow.
mitsuri leans a little closer now, too, wary to keep her voice low. she takes a hint from the way itadori had suddenly become cautious. ]
I... I am. [ to both of those things -- ]
but what are you doing here? Are you really just here because you like the lifestyle??
[ it sounded completely strange! there was no way, right?
within the small gap of silence between them, the beat of awaiting a response, she can hear the oni at the end of the bar begin talking again. 'look at them, whispering over there... telling secrets? what are they, kids?' his hand slams down on top the bar, and it rattles the plates of the other guests.
it's enough to turn her attention away from itadori, her gaze traveling more entirely over to the oni. his mouth stretches into a smile when he notices that, and he grumbles about favouritism among enma trash -- about whether or not he should teach them a lesson in manners. ]
Those kinds of jokes are awful!
[ if he does something, mitsuri is more than ready to try and stop him. as much as she'd prefer not to fight -- she can't let him harm itadori. ]
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even when she averts her gaze towards the hostility, he kept his eyes on her. these kinds of abusive comments are just normal in here, yuuji heard it all, but it doesn't necessarily mean it will end in violence ... or that's what he hoped. ]
Yup, I like their lifestyle. It wasn't easy getting the owner to trust me, but I worked hard for it.
[ and yet, it is a rowdy culture that thrives on bloodshed and aggression, in which the oni finally makes a move, slamming his glass on the counter and expressing the frustration of sharing space with the puppets of 'order'. now that he's on his feet, that bastard is huge— massive and one might say intimidating as well. yuuji straightened his back, ready for whatever might come their way, however ... it was nothing more than cussing them out as it made its way towards the exit.
oddly so, now yuuji started to look a bit worried. it's never a good sign when someone walks out this 'calmly'. it only meant one thing— an ambush. ]
... Yeah, I'll walk you home.
[ but, after she enjoys her dinner. which happened to be ready as an oiwa emerged from the backdoor, parading a massive portion of a burger and fries in each hand; fitted to feed at least two individuals or more. the third order is brought shortly, in which yuuji changed the intensity of the situation into a more lighthearted one. ]
Ta-da! Look at this beauty! Isn't it great?!
my dogs were snoring so loudly while i wrote this 🥲
him leaving was definitely unexpected, and the surprise is written all over mitsuri's face.
a part of her wonders if this is really the end of things until itadori speaks, and she knows she should have expected for it to be something like that.]
Um... Thank you, Itadori-kun. [ mitsuri isn't exactly sure that she wants itadori in the middle of it all, but she knows she'd be stupid to deny
assistance without her sword or her full strength. plus, it's easier to know he's okay if he's with her!
he really is a gentleman though, if he's making an offer like that -- and his kindness alone is enough to put her more at ease.
not to mention the sight of food!
her hands come up to cup her face in surprise, eyes widening at the giant portions. food was definitely a total mood-changer for her. ]
Thank-you!! It looks sooo yummy!
[ she pops a fry into her mouth and can't help but smile, the earlier nonsense with the oni an almost-distant memory. it was still a little embarrassing to eat in front of a new person, especially one that wasn't eating with her -- but she takes a bite of the burger anyway. ] Waa...! It really is good!!
[ she's cheery again, happily humming to herself between bites. ]
I'm so jealous you get to work in a restaurant, Itadori-kun! It must be so much fun! [ most of the time ]
Do you get to cook too, or do you just handle the customers?? I always thought, if I could have a normal life, then a restaurant would be really nice to run.
cute babies!!!
he flashed her a grin, pleased with her reaction to the meal. if only he knew mitsuri is self-conscious about her love for food because, honestly, the fact she is devouring it is the biggest compliment anyone could make. this is exactly what he was wishing to see.
with his arms folded against the counter, yuuji leans on it again, content with muting all the background noises and indulging in a conversation with her instead. ]
I sometimes do the cooking, when they need the help, but usually ... I tend to the customers! It can be tough at times, but it's never boring in here! I don't do well with 'boring' and I could also use the extra money.
[ 'if I could have a normal life' — what an interesting statement. he's not trying to interrogate her; it's merely a friendly curiosity. ]
What kind of life did you have before coming here?
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But … this was hell, after all. How much stranger could this get for Itadori, who’s constantly surrounded by Oni anyway? She wonders about the kinds of stories he’s heard, or the things he’s seen here.
Maybe his life hadn’t exactly been normal, too? ]
I … was born during a time when demons would attack humans. Well, I guess I should say, humans were turned into demons that would then attack humans. Sometimes the demons would be nice and not want to kill anyone, though! I made some friends who were like that... [ like nezuko, or yushiro, who had helped them so much. ]
I was part of a group that stopped the demons who were mean to people. And in the end we were able to fix everything, I think.
[ There’s a small smile on her face now, bitter sweet as she idly keeps eating her fries. She hadn’t been much help back then, she feels — getting in the way, dying with Iguro-san, wrapped in his arms. she has to ignore the pang these thoughts give her: the way that envisioning iguro’s face, and their last words together, make her feel.
She quickly eats a handful of fries to distract herself, with a pout. When she’s done chewing them, swallowing, she continues: ]
A-anyways… Sorry if that’s kind of strange. I know most people don’t know about demons, or fighting them.
It’s a little funny though, since that seems to be what you’re doing here, in a way. I guess it’s just kind of what enma just does in general, too.
[ suuuper ironic, huh?
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You're like us sorcerers! But, back home ... we called them cursed spirits. Kinda like the creatures we have here. We used to kill them too.
[ an equally miserable job, with heavy responsibilities and heavier burdens. there is nothing to brag about their fate, yuuji assumes, but it is part of their past, and they are here now— kinda doing the same, isn't it?
that's when he laughed a bit, breaking the tension, and after that unintentionally — in a bar at the heart of shuten territory, this kid thought it was a good idea to say this with his full chest. ]
You must be hella strong, then! And here I thought I'd have to worry about you, but I bet you can win a fist fight easily! Tell me ... do you use cursed energy, too?
[ which, oddly so, it's something that's somewhat manifesting in this city as they speak— thanks to those cursed figures popping in each corner. ]
1000 yrs later ( 〃．．)
[ her words are without malace or anger, filled instead with embarrassment; a flustered reminder. there's a rumble among some of the patrons after he says that, and she can hear some oni scoffing and questioning itadori's words at their tables. it wasn't the first time she'd heard people wonder, or even doubt her strength -- because she was a woman, and because of her appearance.
although truthfully, she isn't sure that she's strong. not anymore, after fighting with muzan -- and less so in hell, where her abilities seem to have dulled a lot. ]
I think I'm strong in some ways? [ she stacks two of her empty plates together ] But I have a lot of room to learn, and get better. I'm not really sure what 'cursed energy' is... but if it's cursed, then isn't it bad?
I use my breathing to defeat demons, instead! There are a lot of different breathing styles -- it's like swordsmanship? [ she never knows where to begin when telling a story, or giving an explanation... ] But sometimes people don't use swords, though... I know someone, for example, that uses cleavers. It's because you can make your own breathing style instead of just having a traditional one, so you can have a better way of fighting. Like I made Love Breathing, because I wasn't very good at Flame Breathing ...
[ explaining it is kind of tough to do from scratch. it probably just sounds like a lot of jargon, so -- ]
If I ever get my sword back, then I could show it to you! And if you know how to fight too, then we could try and practice sparring together! I promise I wouldn't hurt you or anything like that... Showing things is just a lot easier, and more fun, than just giving explanations.