Lying on his back, Gojo stared at the fancy ceiling. His mind, usually buzzing with a thousand things, was strangely quiet. He thought about the world he was in. A world with no Cursed Energy.
It was a crazy thought. A friend of his back home, Yuki, had always dreamed of something like this.
She wanted to find a way to get rid of all Cursed Energy, so that Cursed Spirits, monsters born from bad feelings, could never be created.
And here he was, in a world that had already done it.
So, it was possible after all, he thought with a small, dry smile. Too bad she's not here to see it. He scanned the mansion with his special eyes, the Six Eyes, looking for any trace of the familiar, ugly energy of a curse. Nothing. Not a single drop. Nah. Not a single one here. Good.
With a smooth, easy motion, he got up from the bed. He walked to the huge window and pushed it open. The cool night air washed over him. He sat on the wide ledge, looking out.
He just stared. His blue eyes, which could see everything in his old world, now just looked at a strange sky. For the first time since he was a kid, he felt… light. The heavy weight of being "The Strongest" was gone.
The need to protect everyone, to guide his students, to fight the old, stuffy leaders of his world, it all vanished when he died.
Now, he had no one to protect. No students to teach. No one to annoy. He had… nothing to do.
So this is what it feels like to be free, he thought. It's... boring.
The quiet room started to feel too small. He wasn't tired at all. Pushing himself off the window sill, he decided to take a walk. He figured someone would call him for dinner soon, and he wanted to see more of this huge place.
He opened his door and stepped into the hallway. He looked left, then right. The hall went on for a long, long time in both directions. The walls were covered with paintings of serious-looking people he didn't know. A soft, thick carpet ate the sound of his footsteps.
So this is what an another world mansion is like, he thought. It was so different from his own cool, modern apartment, or his simple room back at Jujutsu High. This place felt more like a museum than a home.
He picked a direction and started walking, his hands in his pockets. He just wandered, looking at everything. He didn't need to try to remember the way; his eyes mapped out the whole building without any effort. He soon came to a big, winding staircase that led down to the floor below.
As he got to the top of the stairs, he saw one of the maids walking up. It was the pink-haired one, Ram. She saw him and stopped.
"Sir Gojo," she said. Her voice was flat, with no emotion in it. "I was on my way to get you for dinner. Lady Emilia is waiting."
Gojo gave a lazy shrug. "Oh, right. I can find my way down." He pointed a thumb back down the hall he came from. "You can go get the tracksuit kid. He's probably starving by now."
Ram's eyes narrowed just a little. She looked at him for a moment, her face unreadable. It felt like she was looking right through his easy-going act, trying to figure him out. Most people were scared of him or tried to act important around him. This girl just looked… annoyed.
"As you wish," she said finally, her voice still flat. She walked past him up the stairs, her steps making no sound at all. "I will inform the other guest."
….
With his hands stuffed casually into his uniform pockets, Gojo started down the wide, curving stairs. He'd expected a mansion this size to be full of people, servants rushing around, guards standing by doors.
But the place was dead quiet. It was just him, the two nearly identical maids, and whoever else was hiding in the countless rooms.
He thought about the maids again. They looked exactly the same, from their height to their faces. The only way to tell them apart was their hair, one pink, one blue, and the way they spoke. The pink-haired one was sharp and sarcastic, while the blue-haired one was quiet and polite. It was an odd setup.
He didn't need directions. His eyes had already mapped out the entire floor. He strolled along the hallway, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet, until he reached a pair of huge, heavy-looking doors. He didn't bother to knock. He just pushed them open and walked inside.
The room was enormous. In the center was a dining table so long it looked like something out of a movie about kings and queens.
It stretched on and on, covered in a white cloth and set with more plates and silverware than three people could ever use.
High above, a huge, sparkling crystal chandelier lit the room, its light glinting off the polished wood.
Sitting all by herself at the very far end of the long table was Emilia. She looked small and a little lonely in the giant room. She looked up when the doors opened, and her face brightened with a small, sweet smile.
"Ah, Gojo. You found your way," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble."
Gojo chuckled, walking further into the room. "Trouble? Nah. I already knew where it was, I was just taking a look around." He glanced around the huge room, then back at her. "And I have to say, this place is… really big."
His eyes landed on the table, piled high with all kinds of food, roasted meats, colorful vegetables, steaming soups, and fresh bread. It was enough food to feed an army.
"Wow," he said, his eyebrows shooting up. "You guys really go all out for dinner, huh? Don't tell me there was a party tonight and I missed it."
Before Emilia could answer, the big doors burst open again. This time, it was Subaru, a huge, excited smile plastered on his face.
"Emilia! I'm here!" he announced, practically jogging into the room. "I came running when I heard you called me for dinner!"
His eyes then landed on Gojo, who was already casually leaning against the table. Subaru's wide smile tightened just a little. "Oh," he said, his voice losing some of its happy energy. "Wow. You're here, too."
He quickly turned his attention back to the amazing sight of the dinner table. "Whoa! This table is so long! And all this food! It's like something straight out of a movie!" He looked back at Emilia, his eyes full of admiration. "But I guess this is just normal for you, Emilia."
Just as Subaru finished admiring the spread, Ram and Rem entered the room, their movements synchronized and silent. "Please, take your seats," Ram said, her voice as flat as ever.
Subaru didn't need to be told twice. He practically scrambled to the chair right next to Emilia, beaming like he'd just won a prize.
Gojo, on the other hand, strolled leisurely around the table and took the seat directly opposite Subaru, creating a perfect triangle between the three of them.
Rem and Ram then retreated to stand against the wall, their posture perfect, their hands clasped in front of them.
They stood as still as statues while Subaru dug into the food with gusto. Just a few seconds later, the grand doors opened one more time.
A new figure stood in the doorway. He was tall and slender, dressed in flamboyant clothes that looked more like a court jester's outfit than a nobleman's.
His face was painted with makeup, a blue teardrop under one eye and a red diamond under the other. His long, dark blue hair was just as strange, and his smile was wide and unsettling.
"Well noooooow," the man said, his voice a long, musical drawl as he glided into the room. "I doooo apologize for my tardiness. It seeeems our most honored guests have already arrived."
The man entered and went straight to the head of the table, the seat of power. He sat down gracefully, his strange smile never leaving his face.
"I apologize for my late introduction, but… I am the lord of this manor, Roswaal L. Mathers." He gestured a painted hand towards Emilia.
"Emilia has filled me iiiiin on everything that happened. And it is finaaaally a pleeeassure to meet you booooth."
Gojo, who had stopped eating to watch the man's entrance, leaned back in his chair, a fork held loosely in his hand. He stared at Roswaal for a long moment, his head tilted.
"You a sadist or a masochist or something?" he asked, his tone completely serious. "I mean, I'm not really against anything, but you're a really interesting individual to put on so much makeup. A kink or something?"
A sharp clicking sound came from the side of the room. Ram had clicked her tongue, a clear sign of her displeasure at Gojo's blatant insult to her master, in his own home no less.
"Gojo, you shouldn't say th—" Emilia began, her face flushed with embarrassment for her guest's rudeness.
"It is noooo problem, Emilia," Roswaal interrupted, his strange drawl smoothing over the tension. He turned his unsettling smile on Gojo, his yellow and blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "A veeeeery direct question. I like that." He steepled his long, painted fingers together on the table.
"As for my appearance… let us just say that in the world of politics and magic, one often finds it useful to present an… unforgettable facade. It makes people underestimate you, you seeeee. They see the this, and they forget to look for the man. It is a jist a style, just like any other." His smile widened, becoming just a little more predatory.
"And besides," he added with a theatrical sigh, "I find it suits me, dooooon't you?"
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A/N: I think that is how would gojo would go if he met roswal for the first time or even after that… A Clown freak.