Warmth, that is all Jogo felt. Strange, alien warmth. This was not the familiar warmth of a volcano, no this was different
"What is happening to me?" Jogo thought fear lining every part of him as the strange sensations assaulted his senses.
"I can't even see!". Hands, strong hands holding him. He tried to struggle but he couldn't get away.
"Why is this always my fate?" Jogo contemplated. "Always me against the unknown." Jogo was always pitted against the worst, the unknown, the strongest.
"But I am strong" Jogo resumed his struggle against the hands. The hands, they were...
Soft?
"Why?"
"Why?"
"WHY?"
Why was he, the strongest of curses always thrusted towards situations where he had no control. Not only that but the sheer disrespect to be man handled by someone with soft hands?
Intolerable
"Could it be my own fault?"
"NO!"
He ceased his struggles as he came to a conclusion.
"God must hate me."
Wryly he thought "Or if not God or Buddha or some entity responsible for creation. Then it must be something, or someone of equal value."
Scowling he thought "With my luck it's some brat who can barely write."
"I must get myself together!" Jogo thought, trying to instill calm into himself once more.
"Just think of Hanami and Dagon..." His oldest friends, although they were gone now, and maybe forever. That doesn't mean he will forget them, it doesn't mean that he can forget them.
Centering himself on the thoughts of his friends and simply how soothing their mere presence was, Jogo reigned in his growing ire, and breathed-
"What theHELL!". He breathed? Cursed spirits don't need to draw breath, most do because being unsettling is in their nature but still.
"Do I need to breathe?" Jogo thought, growing panicked as the realization set in.
The realization that he has somehow changed, been transformed into something he could never be.
"Am I a human?"
He began to move erratically, pushing at the hands. The hands, how he hated those hands. So suffocating, so overpowering, so... Soothing.
"Shhh, it's okay." A feminine voice spoke soothingly
Jogo froze. Then slowly he became aware, he became aware of his tiny body, and slowly he opened his eye.
"Hanami?"
He looked up at the smiling face, his energy draining as he realized that no, it wasn't her.
"Whatever it is sure likes me" He thought snorting.
"AWW HE SNORTED." The woman said excitedly, affection radiating off her in droves.
The curse holding him had pale green almost grey skin and aside branches on her forehead she could almost be passed off for human.
She smiled down at him proudly before shout whispering to someone behind him.
"Akari get the camera!"
As she turned Jogo around he finally became aware of his surroundings. White sheets, white walls, the smell of antiseptic and death in the air.
"Is this..." Jogo thought deeply. "A hospital.".
"Why would curses use a hospital-".
Finally turned around completely he caught sight of this Akari person. But who he saw there truly shocked him to his core.
"Satoru Gojo!" Dismay flooded his senses, he tried to escape but the hands were too strong, those damned hands...
"Once I get out of here I'll-".
As he looked closer he realized something was wrong, this was not Satoru Gojo for he had-
"Red Hair." Jogo sighed in relief.
This smiling man looked nigh identical to his biggest foe, however there were two large differences between the two.
One, Gojo has white hair, while this Akari person has hair as red as his magma. And two, vibes. Whilst Gojo has silly mannerisms, whenever he looked at him all he could sense was his desire to kill him, to 'exorcise' as humans would put it.
This red haired man had no such desire within him, all he could sense emanating from the stranger was adoration.
Still suspicious Jogo watched as the man pulled out a glowing rectangle.
"Humans with their silly devices." He thought judgmentally.
"Say onomatopoeia!" Akari said before a flash appeared from the phone, temporary blinding Jogo.
Whilst the woman was scolding the ginger man. Jogo relived that time Mahito decided to test if he was epileptic with a flashlight.
Jogo looked back towards Akari once again.
"I don't like this guy..." Jogo solemnly decided, narrowing his eyes at the man, as though his glare could make him flee.
"He's soo cute!" Akari gushed, attempting to poke his cheek. "He really takes after his old man eh?" Akari said as his finger was once again slapped away by the infant.
Jogos one and only eye widened as he finally realized what had happened to him.
"Am I... Human?"
Intense emotion overcame him as he realized what had happened, what he had become.
"No no no no no, wait wait wait wait" He was spiraling, thoughts of his friends, of leaving them behind.
Was he the enemy now?
How was he born?
Had his cycle of reincarnation been broken somehow?
How?
HOW?
Looking at his 'mother and 'father' argue over whether to name his Fuji or if that was too on the nose, Jogo came to one, singular conclusion.
"I'm in Hell."
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Authors Note
Wasssssuuupppp Everyone!
If you're reading this in January 2026 you are very, very early to the party so
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I feel like this chapter was kind of boring, as he's just a baby at the moment, but do not fear for we'll get to more interesting things next chapter.
I kinda just wanted for this chapter to be Jogo tweaking, which I think was accomplished decently!
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