Mahito's maniacal laughter echoed through the large halls of the Gojo clan mansion.
"Why did you make it so easy? I thought you were just as strong as Gojo!" Mahito cheered, while Fuyumi lay on the ground-her white hair sprawled out across the marble floors as blood pooling underneath her body.
Satoru had always been stronger, it was evidently clear since the day they had both been born.
Everything about her was a cheap copy of his abilities.
Her blue eyes shifted to the man she once knew as Geto, he stood there watching her bleed out across the floor a smile painting his face. He held a weird box in his hand, tossing it up and down.
"Let's go Mahito, we have to seal Gojo" He turned on his heel and walked away, with Mahito right behind him.
'You can't hurt my brother!' A string of arrow shaped paper flew towards the two- Fuyumi controlled them with a weak wave of her hand. "Boom!" She yelled and the papers exploded the second they touched the duo.
Mahito ran through the paper bombs, slid smoothly on the marble floors and pierced her throat with his hands.
She died.
'Why am I still here?'
'I am not supposed to be dead, how am I still alive? Did someone save me?'
"Sleep child everything will be okay," a gentle voice cut through the darkness in her head.
Heavy breaths could be heard, a loud shriek in the background.
'It feels like I'm moving,' Fuyumi thought forcing her eyes open- a kind lady around the age of forty smile down at her, snow particles dusted her clothes.
'What is going on here? Why is she so huge?'
She ran through the woods with Fuyumi cradled to her chest, she was wrapped in a thick lavender blanket to protect from the snow.
She reached out her hand, a small chubby hand and she blinked confused at the hand.
'What the hell is happening why do I have baby hands?' She thought flexing the hand totally captivated. 'Also what was that screaming i heard earlier?'
The lady placed Fuyumi in a bush, took one last at her and ran off into the woods screaming her lungs out.
'What is the going on?'
Time seemed to pass by slowly, tired she closed her eyes for a short nap and by the time she had woken up the sun had already began to rise.
'Time to find a way back home,' she forced kicked the blanket open and was surprised when she saw her tiny feet.
'So i am a baby.... this is utter bullshit!'
She rolled onto her stomach, weak breaths escaping her mouth from energy it had too to flip over.
She stayed put for a while recollection her energy before she crawled out the bush-branches clawed at her skin leaving small scars on her.
The snow cushioned underneath her, it was extremely cold but she put one hand before the other and crawled in the direction the lady had ran off to the night before.
A crimson trail of blood.
'Nevermind.'
She turned around, crawled in the other direction with haste.
No matter how far she pulled her small body- no houses or people seemed to show up and she was cold, her nose and cheeks were a rosy pink.
Her stomach growled loudly and tears streamed down her face as she started wailing, snort faced.
"I cant do anything right and now I am going to die here! Me a Gojo die so pathetically!" She cried but it came out as baby gibberish which pissed her off even more.
To her surprise her body was lifted off the ground, her feet dangling above the air with a string of snort trailing down her face.
Her cries ceased.
She turned her head around and she was faced with a red demonic face.
A human wearing a red demon mask, his white hair could be seen-it was a jumbled mess.
Urokodaki had never encountered a baby so ugly, he had heard the frantic cries of the baby and came running to see what the problem could have been.
Her stomach roared once more.
'Let me take her back home, her parents are probably dead' He used to two hads to hold the baby-one to support her head and the other to support her weight.
On the way back to his place, Fuyumi had dozed of in his hands cyphening his warmth.
It was comfortable.
The man opened the door to a small shack, he placed her down on the futon and she rolled onto her side. He placed a blanket over her small body and he kept changed the coal so the baby could stay warm.
He pulled out some pots and started cooking some thin rice porridge.
Fuyumi woke up, 'why do I keep on falling asleep so easily?' She thought rubbing the corners of her eyes.
She noticed the man from earlier, he wore a blue haori with white clouds on it and his hair was kept short.
She crawled over to him and tugged at his clothing, his hand picked her up and placed her on his lap.
'I am adopting you,' Fuyumi thought smiling happily as she watched the baby food get cooked.
The next day, Urokodaki took Fuyumi down the mountain towards civilisation. He used one had to carry her.
His hand gently held up Fuyumi's head while she sat down between his upper arm and lower arm, her head facing forward.
He entered a ramen shop, he went towards the owner. "I found this kid, want to adopt her?" He asked.
'He's trying to get rid of me!' She thought. 'I am not letting that happen not yet!'
She spat on the owners face and growled at her.
Everytime he tried to give her away, she made sure the people did not want her at all.
She would stay with him and she won.
He never tried to give her up again.