"Where the fucks my Nitrious???" Ye rehearsed to himself in the car's vanity mirror. Digital Nas was surprisingly good at tracking people, that's how he networked into a life with Ye. He pointed out Toji's location on their navigation which seemed to be at the Tokyo airport, 'was he leaving with our shit?' "Nas, DON'T drive slow… Floor it."
They sped up, engine revving high, streetlights becoming flashing lights. The speed caused Ye's throat to twitch, making him gag, then vomit. The putrid, slimy, yellowish liquid flew backwards into the backseat from the force of their acceleration like a slug.
They arrived. Nas feverishly hit his geekbar before leaving the car to look for the plug. They walked to the entrance, Ye grabbed a handful of burnt cigarette stubs from the public ashtray tower and threw them in his mouth. A black aura started to subtly orbit around him. Walking through the airport lobby people plugged their noses at his proximity and stared at his bedazzled swastika chain which glistened like dew on a sunny April morning.
"Ye, he's right up there, at the slot machines." Not even past the first check-in lines, Toji was sprawled out across three machines rapidly flipping levers, pushing buttons, and inserting cash. His sweaty shirt was scrunched on a chair claiming a seat at a poker table. He was chewing aggressively on a Jack Links while simultaneously watching a boating race on the mounted TVs. He got up and ran to the drinking fountain, splashing himself with water and rubbing the same water on his body. He then pulled out hand sanitizer and lathered himself before rinsing himself with the drinking water again as the staff watched and whispered.
An officer hesitantly walked towards him like a monkey approaching a tiger, "Sir! This is not the place. This is inappropriate!."
Causing Toji to lock up and glance wildly at the rolling slot machines that were losing one after the other while the officer spoke. Digital Nas saw Toji start to become defensive, drawing more officers.
"I'm PAYING to be here. My patronage here shouldn't be critiqued by you guys. MY taxes basically pay your lousy salaries. Buzz off." A distant jackpot could be heard in the midst of their scuttle, bringing him relaxation and a grin. "Tch, looks like I'm starting to get my edge back."
"Um, sir, we still can't have you shirtless in the lobby-" the sounds of a ring cut the officer off. Toji produced a dingy plastic block with holes that had a speaker taped on with a large and thick antenna, a very DIY cellular device. He put it on speaker and listened.
The 'pizza' will be arriving at JJH in an hour. Stay frosty." A heavily distorted voice croaked through the speakers. Toji grinned more madly, snapping the phone half with one hand.
"Fuckin' raw." He squatted down into a runner's stance, causing the officers to step back. He blitzed off and around the airport grabbing his other clothes that were drying in the bathroom stall dividers and took his slot winnings before sprinting out the gates past Ye and Nas.
"NAS, GET BACK TO ME." A mad dash ensued. Ye ran out the airport, the sun catching on the gleaming diamonds of his aryan chain, like the bright stars that guide sailors at night. They hopped in the lifted Subaru Forester and peeled off into the location Nas had pulled up on their Apple CarPlay navigation.
Ye pressed play on the radio, playing "My Ordinary Life" by The Living Tombstone. Ye seemed to bop his head at the rhythm of the beat, listening intently to the lyrics as they drove.
They tell me I'm so humble, I say, "I'm turning red"
They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled
They give so much to me, I'm losing touch, get me?
Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds, they just let me
They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the façade…
'They tell me I'm a god…' Ye let that thought simmer. These slow jamz were incredible to Ye, sparking something creative, philosophical, and intelligent to his nitrous clouded mind. A bit of clarity reclaimed to the man formerly known as Kanye West.
They pulled up to Jujutsu High, Nas reversed parked into the Jujutsu High parking lot where there was a sign that said "Jujutsu High". Ye hopped out the car, rolling his ankle before falling into a summersault and landing face first at the ground of the barrier wall. There seemed to be an invisible force stopping Ye from entering the school premises. His black paws clawed against the barrier eliciting a growl from Ye as he could not enter. He closed his eyes, focusing, taking a huff of nitrous before kissing the wall. Nitrous seeped into the barrier creating a crack just big enough for him and Nas to slip through.
"Yesuke bro, that was some next level fucking thinking." Nas stared in awe as something awakened within his lower stomach, he purred softly as that feeling rapidly turned into euphoric vibrations. "Mph... mph… Ye-y-yesuke… burrrrrp… tummy hurts… Let's just go."
They ran up the dilapidated steps to the scene: Toji stabbing viciously at a young white-haired boy in the ruins of a temple grounds. His blade penetrated the man's throat as he suddenly yanked it down, cutting through his sternum before taking the blade out and repeatedly stabbing him in the leg.
In the distance they saw a dark skinned man with white face paint rocking back and forth while laugh-crying, blood pooling out from underneath him as wounds littered his ravaged black body. 'It's like a hurricane here. What the Donda happened?'
Toji flicked his dagger to get the blood off and sighed, "I think I'm starting to get my edge back." He then took a step forwards and dashed, disappearing in an instant. Leaving air displaced and blowing like a typhoon.
Yesuke screeched like a rabid animal, getting on all fours as he charged towards the direction of Toji, trampling over the white haired boy's maimed body like an emperor's horse trampling a stack of hay. He violently sniffed the ground where Toji's footsteps left a burnt mark. Pursuing the hitman plug they reached an ornate building with many winding paths, but Ye led the two forth and to a large hallway leading to an even larger, cavernous room underground.
Toji put on a ghost mask he purchased off TikTok shop and pulled out his strap and fired at a little girl in that large room. Suddenly, a shriek invertebrates. A lightskinned, middle-aged man with a shaved heart in his wave attempted to throw himself in front of the bullet.
"RIKO! MOOVE WIFEY!" The man flung himself at the girl but fell just short of saving her, looking up as the bullet pierced the side of her skull sending her toppling onto his heaving body. "Geto crody… He… he fucking killed my girl yo.
Geto was standing still, a shellshocked expression plastered across his oriental face. Ye watched, frozen in awe as he saw in front of him his cousin, his plug, and his ex-collaborator— Drake. Drake sobbed softly on his stomach while still holding the girl, sobbing into her. He then looked around and took her body and attempted to dash away. A swift shot to the foot from Toji halted him, dropping Riko as he clutched his foot hopping around.
"Owieeeeeeee! Geez Louise, that's gonna leave a mark!"
"Jobs done. You're free to go now." Toji said, releasing his worm to swallow the girl and confirm the kill.
"How. How did you get through?" Geto said
"Satoru Gojo tried stopping me. So I had to kill him."
"Don't forget about me you good-for-nothing, jackass!" Drake began to wind up his fist, pink cursed energy coating his forearm as he reeled it back, reinforcing his legs with cursed energy charging towards Toji like a Canadian moose, swinging his fists.
"Take some of this!" Drake's punch connected to Toji's stomach, causing him to grunt as he tried to step out of the way. However Drake quickly advanced, stepping into Toji's personal bubble as he landed another punch onto his face. "And a little bit of that!" Blood seeped down from Toji's lip as he managed to block Drake's next strike, the blow rattling Toji's forearms as he grinned madly.
"Theres more where that came from!" Drake slammed his forehead into Toji's, causing the drug-dealing man to stumble backwards, clutching his face glaring at the Toronto native. Drake was about to advance again, however, Toji had a trick up his sleeve this time.
"Look, K-dot's over there!" Toji pointed behind Drake.
Drake quickly turned towards the 180 degrees while rolling up his sleeves. "Where's that son of a gun…" A comical question mark appeared over his head as he looked and saw nothing. "Wait a second. I got a bad feeling ab-" Toji took advantage of the distracted rapper-sorcerer and retrieved a large fur-hilted katana, plunging the blade deep into Drake's abdomen making blood spurt out his mouth.
"Looks like this is the end… if I die… tell my son… Adonis… cough that.. I.. ERGH-"
Toji twisted the blade inside Drake's stomach, "I don't know what you're talking about." He said while pulling it out, causing him to yelp as he fell to the ground, his petite and innocent, ravaged frame curled up on the ground in his oversized jujutsu high hoodie.
Geto's hands shook as he tried to conjure up his strongest cursed spirits. A rainbow dragon was summoned from the ground and charged at the man. Toji quickly dashed from bridge to bridge in the cave city, roofing tore apart as he landed. The dragon was rapidly approaching him from below, he quickly front flipped off the roof of the bridge, bringing his katana down as he sliced cleanly through the dragon like a hot knife slicing through quiche.
Yesuke and Nas watched from the sidelines, Ye's hand snaking its way around Nas's shoulders as he pulled him closer, his putrid body odor flooding Nas's nostrils smelling like an emperor's concubines perfume. Nas inhaled deeply, his length hardening underneath his ripped Armani jeans.
'Yesuke… he's… he's…'
Before Nas could finish his thought, Toji was already in front of Geto, a dagger slashing an X across Geto's chest as he fell to the ground.
"Bested by a monkey like me? Tch, looks like I'm getting my edge back." He touted as he walked past the petrified figures of Ye and Nas. "Hey Yesuke." He remarked before bolting away.
Geto be damned, Ye clenched his fist in rage. This guy scalped him of his nitrous, stabbed Drake, and mutilated his cousin. "Grrrrrrr. Nas hold me back. That monkey, huh?"
"No. That's a nigga there." Geto wheezed out from the ground while his consciousness was fading, venom laced in his tone.
Ye gritted his teeth until he drew blood, going back on all fours to track Toji, carrying Nas on his back.
…
They traveled fast but not fast enough. By the time they got to Toji, he was leaving a cultish looking building, a tall shadow hanging over a golden-lit courtyard with marble pillars. Ye and Nas approached Toji in that courtyard, walking behind the man that had a crazed grin at what they all saw: the bloodied, white haired boy from earlier standing alive and well.
"I'm still alive and kickin'!" Gojo said to the three men. "Bingo! Reversed Cursed Technique! Ever since you attacked me, I poured all my energy into learning it on the verge of death!" He kept explaining.
"Is he high…?" Toji muttered
"Btich, is you smokin' reefer?" Ye echoed.
As the boy blabbered on to the trio, Toji grinned widely and shoved his oriental hand deep into his worm's wet maw, causing it to gurgle like air trapped underwater as he pulled out an impossibly long chain. He attached the chain to the hilt of his dagger and swung it experimentally, cutting into the ground sending debris everywhere. His next target was the boy levitating gleefully in the sky. He lassoed the chained spearhead around his head, whipping the air sending gusts around Ye. The weapon flung at Gojo who dodged it serenely with a look of content in his eyes.
Ye felt something brewing from the man in the sky, something stronger than what he's seen thus far in this world. No man could have all this power. A purple, ultralight beam was cast from his pale, outstretched hands as he mouthed more insanity. The purple, thunderous, unstable ball fell from the sky and onto Nas, Toji, and Ye like a hurricane. They all tried to disperse, but Nas and Ye were caught, being violently razed by the shockwave of an immense explosion. Concussing them and knocking them out.
…
Ye woke up shirtless on a cot, in a room with a traditional Japanese aesthetic. His cousin Geto was at his bedside, only covered in lingerie, slowly stroking Ye's oil-soaked ebony shoulders. Candles were lit all over the room, the only thing covering Ye's oiled lower half was a towel.
"Oh my, Ye. You're awake finally." Geto said surprised, "welcome to my family. I have so many people for you to meet. So many things to do. A world to build. One without non-jujutsu niggas."
Ye blinked his eyes rapidly, adjusting to his situation. He was used to parties like this, the difference now was that he was hooked into a medical IV stand containing his precious gas. A mask covered his nostrils and mouth as pure nitrous flooded his airways every so often, causing Ye to roll his eyes back in ecstasy as his chest heaved rapidly.
"How long was I out, doc?" Ye said through the wired mask.
"You were in a coma for 1 year."