After Unohana poured her heart to him and told him her story, Gojo sat pensively while holding the cup full of red wine.
'I wonder if she likes drinking wine because it looks like blood.'
Musing about this weirdly realistic possibility, Gojo chuckled inwardly a little.
Even though the two of them were silent, the atmosphere did not feel awkward in the least.
Rather, it was a warm and calm silence that peacefully embraced the two of them.
The fact was that in those short five years, Unohana beca the one person he trusted the most aside from his own sword.
She was a ntor and a friend.
Soone he knew he could leave 99% of his back to--There was always that 1% chance she would go all crazy on him and try to fight him to the death.
Even so, it was rare for the two of them to share such a mont,
"Why did you suddenly share your story?"
"The reason?"
Unohana gave a mysterious smile, "Well, let's just say that I wanted soone to listen to ."
Gojo stilled before understanding dawned upon him.
Throwing him a look, Unohana kept her smile as she said, "It seems like you understood."
"Of course."
"Very well then." Standing and taking her sword with her, Unohana begins to walk away after leaving those words, "The day you beco captain officially is the day the two of us will fight for one last ti."
'Becoming a captain, huh.'
The place he was gunning for was the post of captain of the 3rd division.
The current captain was an old woman nad Chikane Iba. From what Gojo knew, she was also the mother of Tetsuzaemon, the Vice-captain of the 7th division.
The reason why the current captain of the 3rd division wished to step down was that she was never really fit to be captain in the first place.
Sixty years ago, the captain of the 3rd division was a man nad Rojuro Otoribashi.
He was one of the fugitives that had followed Kisuke Urahara and Yoruichi Shihoin.
Even to this day, Gojo did not really know why so many captains and vice-captains had suddenly beco fugitives and what they were accused of. It seed to be so rather high-ranked secret.
Though it didn't matter currently. What mattered was that after the position of captain beca empty, Chikane Iba had been chosen to take over the position of captain until a more suitable candidate was chosen.
Until five years ago that candidate had been Gin Ichimaru, but his arrival had changed everything.
Did Gojo feel bad about the fact that he might soon snatch the position from soone else?
Not at all.
It wasn't as if he and that Gin guy knew each other.
Even though he seed to be the childhood friend of Rangiku and a sort of brother figure for her, it wasn't sothing he had to care about.
"So, we will fight in about five years."
Gojo understood very well that this last fight wouldn't just be their regular training session.
On that day, if he lost, she would cut him down without the slightest pity.
If he won though
A grin ford on his face.
'Seems like I need to up my training.'
As he was now, he was sure that he could fight against most captains without any problem. Even though winning might be difficult, it wasn't impossible. But Unohana was a different breed.
Standing up, he stretched calmly, before letting his shadow swallow him.
----
Three days later, Gojo was standing in front of a very large compound.
The mansion of the Kuchiki family.
From what he could see, the width of the plot of land belonging to the Kuchiki was already equal to that of a small city.
Even though it was his first ti visiting, Gojo wasn't surprised by the opulence.
The Kuchiki were filthy rich.
For example, the scarf that Byakuya always wore was made out of the silk of the silver-white wildflower. An extrely rare species. In terms of monetary worth, that scarf alone was the equivalent of ten mansions in the Seireitei.
"Is it really alright for to follow you?"
Gojo waved his hand dismissively, "It doesn't matter. Your creator will find a way to explain the current situation if necessary."
"Understood."
Nemu nodded obediently and stood straighter.
Gojo eyed her. He had given her many opportunities during those 3 days to flee, but she seed content to stay beside him.
Even though he had all but kidnapped her, the girl seed to be content to stay by his side and observe him.
It was really too weird, but he didn't care. Why would he mind having a sexy woman staying around him?
Since she had behaved, he decided to take her for a stroll.
'Man, that sounded so wrong.'
Once they were in front of the wide gate, Gojo knocked gently,
"Hello, hello, is there soone?"
He hadn't tried to hide all the way in, so he should have already been noticed. But Gojo didn't mind being polite.
The mont he did so, four ninjas wearing purple clothes appeared in front of him.
Those guys were the equivalent of the Fon family belonging to the Kuchiki family.
Though they were certainly way weaker than the Fon, they were still useful guards in Gojo's opinion---or at shields and sacrifice.
After all, if anyone who could threaten Byakuya entered the house, those guys would only be useful to stall for ti.
"Welco, Satoru Gojo. The head is expecting you."
One of the purple ninjas talked with a calm voice. Then, turning his attention toward Nemu, he tilted his head in confusion.
He was most likely wondering what the 2nd in command of the 12th division was doing with him but didn't bother asking.
"As for Miss Kurotsuchi, she will be led away by the young miss."
"Hum. I see, hey, Nemu."
"Yes?"
"I want you to follow Rukia when she cos. Don't kick a fuss"
"I understand."
Nemu bowed again simply and walked to the side before waiting.
Gojo threw her a look before shrugging, now wasn't the ti to think about her. Rather he needed to find a way to convince Byakuya.
That's why the mont he saw Byakuya and Rukia walking toward them, Gojo chuckled and began to run toward him with his arms wide open,
"Byakuya darling! Co give a hug!"
(AN: Lol, for those who didn't watch jujutsu and might not understand the joke, Gojo isn't gay nor is he Bi. The guy is just a shaless bastard. It was a short cut-scene with Gojo and the others pranking gumi. lol)
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