"I'm leaving now pops! I'll see you when I get back home!" A young brown-haired man yelled into his home before closing the door. He rolled his bike down the steps before hopping on it and zooming down the sidewalk.
He stopped at the crosswalk and his phone began to ring. He dug into his pocket and the caller ID read, Kenny.
"Yo, Kenny, wassup man?" The young man asked with a smile.
"Yo, %#&$%! Are you comin' to the shop, me and Mikey are already here, please tell me you're down the street."
The boy nervously laughed, "Of course bro…of course. I'll see you inna sec!" He laughed before hanging up.
"This crosswalk takin' mad long, nobody is even drivin' right now, I'll be fine." He shrugged and began to ride across the street. Before he could even ride halfway, a white kei truck suddenly appeared. The driver was asleep with his foot pressed all the way down on the pedal.
The boy looked to his left and his eyes widened at the approaching truck, 'What the fuck is a kei truck doing in New York City?!' Were his final thoughts before the truck turned him into a meat paste.
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[Gojo Penthouse, Brooklyn, New York City.]
*Knock, Knock*
"Young master, are you awake? You're going to be late for school." A British woman's voice said from behind the door. After a few seconds of no answer, she spoke again, "Okay, I'm coming in!"
She opened the door and placed her hand on her hip at the sight of a young boy still soundly asleep. She walked to his bedside and gently jolted him. His eyelids stirred and soon they opened, revealing two blue marbles.
"It's time for school, Young master." She said softly as the boy slowly woke up.
'Who is this beautiful woman? And why is she calling me young master?' The boy asked himself as he stared at his maid, Minerva. Her curly purple hair was tied into a bun and her bangs partially veiled her dark red eyes. Coupled with her glasses, beauty mark under her chin, and septum piercing, Minerva Vitayeva was quite beautiful.
'Where the hell am I?!' The boy looked around confused. His maid noticed his confusion, "Is everything alright, Young master?"
Then it hit him. 10 years of memories, not new but definitely buried. The boy relived all 10 years within a second, overheating his brain a little bit. Blood dripped out of his nose, much to the shock of Minerva.
"Oh my goodness, Satoru!" She exclaimed and she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket. She quickly placed it under his nose and tilted his head upward a bit.
Meanwhile, the boy was coming to terms with everything that had just happened.
'I died and I came back as Satoru Gojo. Not only am I Satoru Gojo as a child, but I'm also in the Marvel Universe. What the fuck is going on?!' Gojo couldn't wrap his head around the thought. He looked at Minerva, then his hands, and sighed.
'If this is the hand I'm given, then who am I to complain? I'm literally Satoru Gojo, who the fuck can step to me?' Gojo smiled.
"Are you sure you're alright, Satoru?! First you wake up late, then you're having nosebleeds and now you're smiling at nothing! Are you sick or something?" Minerva questioned him as she felt his temperature.
'Minerva Vitayeva. Although I call her my maid, she's basically my mother. My parents died when I was around 3 or 4 and she's been taking care of me ever since.' His Six Eyes examined every single movement, breath, sweat drop, hair follicle, and even the cells in her skin.
His eyes swept across the room and an immense amount of information hit his brain. Minerva sighed and stood straight, "C'mon let's get you in the shower."
Gojo blinked and nodded, "I can get in by myself, I'm a big boy ya' know?"
Minerva smiled warmly, "Of course, of course. You'd better hurry up then, big boy or your breakfast is going to get cold!" She ruffled his snow-white hair and then walked out.
Gojo then got out of bed and walked to his bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, "Damn, I'm really a child again…"
He shook his head and got into the shower. He then got ready and got dressed in his uniform. A navy blue collared shirt with a golden shield that read, Manhattan Private School for the Bright & Gifted, quite the obnoxious name. He shook his head at the name and put on his black slacks. He finished the outfit with brown shoes and his book bag.
'Even though it looks basic, this entire outfit is easily $7500! Being rich truly does unlock a different portion of life.' Gojo thought to himself in bliss.
"Hey, while I'm alone I might as well test my cursed technique right?" He mumbled to himself. He opened his palm and a tiny blue orb was created. It sucked in air rapidly and began to pull some of his furniture. He closed his hand and smiled, "Alright!"
"I really don't feel like walking downstairs..." He smirked and suddenly vanished. He reappeared at the kitchen table in an instant.
"You usually never use your powers," Minerva giggled as she plated his food. She walked over and placed it in front of him, "So what's up? Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, just hungry." He didn't look up from his plate and dug into his breakfast. An omelet and two pieces of fish with a side of white rice. He devoured his food and soon they left the penthouse for school. They rode the elevator down to the garage and entered a blacked-out Mercedes-Benz.
Gojo looked at the calendar on the car's screen, 10/01/2008.
'Tony already revealed he's Iron Man, I kinda wanted to see that live…' He sighed as he stared at the morning sun descend upon the New York City skyline. 25 minutes later, they arrived in front of his school.
"I'll see you later Young master, have a good day!" Minerva smiled as Gojo got out. He smiled back, "You too, Minerva!"
He waved her goodbye and walked into his school. He immediately gained the attraction of just about every student that he walked by.
They stared at him as if he were another being, like as if he was a god in human form. No one dared cross his path and the sea of students parted in his wake.
He sat down at his desk and sighed. Soon school started and Gojo's boredom only intensified. Once lunch began, he immediately teleported to the roof and sat on the railing.
"I know Purple and Red exist, but until I'm able to perform the Reversed Cursed Technique, that's out of the question." He spoke to himself, swinging his feet over the bustling city. Gojo looked at his hand and shrugged, "I might as well try to use it right now."
He tore a chunk of concrete out of the roof and found the sharpest point, "Here goes nothing!"
He slashed his hand creating a moderate wound that bled rapidly. Gojo nervously smiled out of pain, "I think this is my first time experiencing pain!"
He exhaled and quickly focused on his cursed energy.
'I have to multiply the current amount of cursed energy I'm sending to this wound by an equal amount of cursed energy. Easier said than done!' He mentally grumbled and tried the formula. His first attempt was a failure.
Then for the rest of the school day, Gojo was attempting to perform RCT, but it was useless. He wasn't any closer to understanding the complexities of RCT.
"This shit is a lot harder than it seems! Even with my Six Eyes helping with the equation, I'm always off by a few hundredths!" Gojo slammed his fist against the railing, bending the steel rod with ease. He looked down and sighed at his actions.
"I'll have Minerva make an anonymous donation to pay for the damages..." He said as he looked over the edge. He saw Minerva waiting for him by the curb and he grinned at this opportunity to aura farm.
"I have to." He grinned before backflipping off the edge, gaining the attention of everyone on the ground.
"Oh my goodness!"
"Holy shit!"
"NOOO!"
Meanwhile Gojo was grinning widely as he fell towards the ground headfirst. Then before he could reach the ground he flipped in midair and landed on his feet. The crowd went silent as he walked towards his car.
Minerva quickly drove off and sighed at Gojo's actions, "Was that necessary?"
He shrugged, "Not really, but if I can do it why not do it?"
Minerva just chuckled as she shook her head.