Geto Suguru leaned against the doorway, a faint smile curving his lips. The scent of cedar and the crisp tatami mats were too pristine—too foreign. He didn't belong here, and he knew it.
"Not bad," he murmured, scanning the neatly arranged space. Could be worse.
"You're getting picky now?"
The teasing voice drifted from behind him, smooth as silk. Geto didn't need to turn—he already knew.
Yoruichi Shihōin leaned against the wall, arms folded, violet eyes gleaming with mischief. She stepped inside without invitation, her sleek black coat slipping from her shoulders as she took in the space.
"I was expecting something grander," she mused, tapping a finger against her chin. "Aren't the Gojo supposed to be loaded?"
"You know how these old sorcerer clans are—all status, no warmth," Geto replied, voice light but edged with knowing. He'd seen it too many times. Families like these didn't raise people; they raised assets.
Yoruichi hummed thoughtfully, trailing a hand over the wooden frame of the room. "And yet, here we are—playing babysitters for their precious little heir." She turned to face him, expression unreadable. "Remind me again why we took this job?"
Geto met her gaze, tilting his head. "Because someone was bored and thought a parallel world adventure would be 'fun.'"
A slow, radiant smile spread across Yoruichi's face. "I'm never bored when you're around, Suguru. Besides, you're the one who said we needed to find that cursed diamond and get home."
"I did," he admitted, watching her with quiet warmth. "But if I'd known it involved this much babysitting, I might've reconsidered."
Yoruichi laughed—low and smooth, the kind of sound that settled into his bones. "You love it," she teased. "You're too soft to say no to a kid."
Geto rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. "One of us has to be the responsible adult."
"And you think that's you?" Yoruichi arched an elegant brow as she closed the distance between them, her stride slow and deliberate. "Face it, Suguru—you're just lucky I'm here to save you from drowning in your own good intentions."
He chuckled, letting his shoulders relax. Being around Yoruichi had always felt easy—like he could breathe more freely when she was nearby.
"You're not wrong," he admitted, voice softer now. "I'd be lost without you."
For a moment, her playful mask slipped. Her gaze softened—still sharp, but warmer.
"Damn right you would be," she murmured.
Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the Gojo estate settled into a quiet hum, Yoruichi sprawled out on the porch, her legs stretched lazily beneath her. Geto sat beside her, the fabric of his black coat brushing against her shoulder as they both gazed at the sky.
"You ever wonder if we'll get stuck here?" Yoruichi asked, her voice quieter now, less teasing. "In this world, I mean."
Geto leaned back on his palms, tilting his head to glance at her. "If we do, at least I'm stuck with you," he said, a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
Yoruichi snorted softly. "Flatterer." But her voice was softer, as though his words meant more than she let on.
They fell into a companionable silence—the kind only people who knew each other intimately could share. There was no need to fill the quiet with empty words.
After a while, Yoruichi stretched her arms overhead and said, "So, about that cursed diamond… Any brilliant plans, or are we winging it like usual?"
"Do you even need to ask?" Geto laughed, shaking his head. "You know we're winging it."
Yoruichi grinned, clearly pleased. "Good. I'd hate to think you were getting predictable on me."
The easy banter came naturally, but beneath it was something heavier—something unspoken. They were two people who never quite fit anywhere, and yet, when they were together, everything felt… right.
Geto turned to her, his expression serious now. "You don't have to be here, you know."
Yoruichi shifted to face him fully, her violet eyes searching his. "And leave you to deal with this mess alone?" She scoffed. "Please. We're a package deal, Suguru. You're not shaking me that easily."
He exhaled softly, tension he hadn't realized he was holding easing from his chest. "I know. I just… I don't want you getting hurt because of me."
Yoruichi's smile faded into something softer, something only he ever got to see. "I'm not some fragile woman, Suguru. And I'd follow you through a thousand worlds if that's what it takes."
For once, Geto couldn't find a teasing response. Instead, he reached out and brushed his fingers against hers—a small, quiet gesture that said everything he couldn't.
And Yoruichi? She laced her fingers through his without hesitation.
"Whatever happens next," she said softly, "we face it together."
And with her beside him, Geto Suguru believed it.
***
The first time Geto Suguru sensed her, it wasn't in his world.
He was knee-deep in a curse-infested world, an abandoned temple on the outskirts of Kyoto. The mission had been simple—eliminate a cluster of Grade 1 curses threatening to breach the city's barrier.
But nothing in his life was ever simple.
At first, Geto thought the surge of spiritual energy—raw and electrifying—was just another special-grade curse. He'd fought worse. But when he turned a corner, stepping into the temple's ruined courtyard, he realized immediately that this was no curse.
She moved like lightning—blurring through a sea of grotesque curses with speed that defied logic. Black hair trailing behind her, golden skin glinting in the moonlight, and a smirk that suggested she was having far too much fun.
Her blade wasn't like a sorcerer's tool—sleek, deadly, and glowing with some otherworldly energy. And the way she fought? It was like nothing he'd ever seen. No cursed energy. No ritual chants. Just raw physical mastery and a powerful spiritual aura that bent the world around her.
For once in his life, Suguru was intrigued.
"You're not from around here," he called out, his voice calm as he banished the last curse with a flick of his wrist.
The woman turned mid-strike, landing gracefully on the temple's broken stone. She didn't look surprised to see him—if anything, her smirk widened. "And you're not as boring as the rest of these guys."
Her voice was smooth—playful, but edged with something dangerous. Suguru didn't mind danger.
"Care to explain what you are?" he asked, brushing back his long black hair, his golden eyes never leaving hers.
"I could," she said, resting her blade against her shoulder. "But where's the fun in that?"
And then she vanished—a flash-step so fast his senses barely caught it—reappearing behind him. Her voice tickled his ear. "I was expecting some serious muscle to protect this place. Not a monk with a bad haircut."
Suguru didn't flinch. Instead, he smiled. "Fast. But I've met faster."
"Really?" She laughed softly. "I doubt that."
Without warning, he moved—a black-and-gold curse spirit bursting from his sleeve. It lunged at her neck—fast enough to kill most enemies. But not her.
With a fluid twist, she dodged, landing a kick against his arm that sent the curse spirit crashing into the wall. She was already gone again before he could counter.
For the first time in a while, Geto felt something other than boredom. He felt… alive.
"So you're not just a pretty face," he said, his smile growing wider.
"And you're not as slow as you look," she shot back, appearing at the top of a shattered shrine gate. "Maybe I'll stick around. See what else you've got."
Yoruichi didn't plan on staying in the human world.
Whatever dimensional nonsense had dropped her here wasn't her problem. The sooner Kisuke figured out how to drag her back to the Soul Society, the better. But… Geto Suguru was interesting.
He didn't flinch at her speed. Didn't panic when she toyed with him. And when the next wave of curses hit—bigger, nastier things—he didn't back down.
"You're not bad for a sorcerer," she admitted after they'd cleared the temple grounds. "But you'd be faster if you didn't carry around those things." She gestured at the swirling curses he'd collected mid-battle.
Suguru shrugged. "I'm sentimental."
Yoruichi laughed, brushing stray strands of hair from her face. "Or just a control freak."
"And what does that make you?"
"Efficient."
It was supposed to be one mission—a temporary alliance to clear out a cursed region too unstable for humans. But when the curse infestation spread, and Geto's higher-ups proved too bureaucratic to listen, Yoruichi stuck around.
Because if there was one thing she hated, it was idiots who let innocent people die.
They were camped out one night near a barrier along the city's edge. Suguru was re-wrapping his cursed tools while Yoruichi stretched out on a rooftop nearby, watching the stars.
"You always this quiet?" she asked, her voice softer than usual.
"I'm thinking."
"About?"
Geto paused. "The people I couldn't save."
Most people would have brushed that off—offered meaningless comfort. Yoruichi didn't.
Instead, she hopped down beside him and crouched, resting her elbows on her knees. "You carry too much weight," she said quietly. "Even a guy like you will break if you try to hold the world on your shoulders."
Suguru glanced at her, and for once, he wasn't smiling. "What if I can't let go?"
Yoruichi leaned in closer, her violet eyes locking with his. "Then I guess you're stuck with me—because someone's gotta remind you you're not doing this alone."
And for the first time in a long time, Suguru believed it.
Over the months, their teasing grew softer. Their silences became more comfortable. She'd pull him out of his darkest thoughts, and he gave her a reason to stay when she could've vanished.
And when Yoruichi finally found a way back to her world, she expected Suguru to let her go.
He didn't.
"You sure you're done with me?" he asked quietly, meeting her at the edge of the barrier one last time.
"Never said I was done," she replied, a rare seriousness in her tone. "I said I had to go. There's a difference."
"So… come back," Suguru said simply.
Yoruichi smirked—because only he could make it sound that easy. "Don't get yourself killed while I'm gone."
"No promises," he said. "But I'll wait for you."
And she did come back. Because in a world full of chaos, he was the one thing she wasn't willing to lose.
And they've been impossible ever since.
***
"Why is this our life now?"
Geto Suguru leaned back in the taxi's leather seat, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. The neon lights of downtown Kyoto blurred by as they sped toward McDonald's, a decision he still wasn't sure how he got roped into.
Beside him, Yoruichi Shihōin was far too entertained.
"Come on," she drawled, stretching out like the car belonged to her. "A little field trip's good for the soul. Besides…" She tossed a playful glance toward the small white-haired menace beside her. "The kid deserves a reward for not blowing up the Gojo estate today."
Little Gojo Satoru, cradling his SpongeBob plush, beamed as if he was doing them a favor.
"I'm not a kid," he huffed, blue eyes narrowing. "And I could've snuck out myself, you know."
"Uh-huh," Yoruichi chuckled, resting an elbow on the back of Geto's seat. "But admit it—your life's more fun with us around."
"More annoying," Geto muttered, though the warmth tugging at his lips betrayed him.
The taxi pulled to a stop outside a glowing McDonald's, and Yoruichi was the first to slip out, effortlessly graceful even in the late-night chaos of Kyoto.
"You're treating, monk boy," she tossed over her shoulder. "I don't carry human-world cash."
"Of course," Geto sighed, because of course he was.
Minutes later, Geto found himself trapped in a situation no amount of cursed energy could fix.
"I want two children's meals," Gojo announced, eyes bright with anticipation. "One for SpongeBob, one for Pikachu. Wait—no, make that four. I'm building a SpongeBob football team."
Yoruichi, resting her chin on her hand, snorted quietly. "Ambitious. I respect that."
"Are you serious?" Geto blinked at Gojo, torn between exasperation and affection.
Gojo crossed his arms, utterly unbothered. "Do I look like I'm joking? And get extra fries. I deserve it."
Geto sighed, waving toward the cashier. "Four children's meals. All SpongeBob toys. Please."
Yoruichi leaned closer, her voice low and teasing. "So this is your life now? Raising a tiny Gojo while I make sure you don't lose your mind?"
"You love it," Geto murmured, warmth curling at the edges of his words.
Her smile softened—just a little. "Maybe I do."
They settled into a corner booth, Gojo gleefully arranging his newest SpongeBob recruits while shoving fries into his mouth.
"You've seriously never had McDonald's?" Yoruichi asked, amused.
Gojo rolled his eyes. "I live in the Gojo estate—training, reading, barely leaving. What part of that screams 'Happy Meal' to you?"
At that, Geto's chest twisted with a faint ache. For all his arrogance, the kid had a loneliness that wasn't easy to miss.
"Then we'll come back next week," Geto said softly. "Promise."
The words hung in the air, weightier than they should've been. Gojo, for all his usual bravado, seemed… surprised.
"You're serious?" he asked, voice quieter.
Yoruichi nudged Geto's arm. "He keeps his word. Even when it's annoying."
For a moment, Gojo just stared at them both—then grinned, holding up a SpongeBob doll. "Sweet. I'm definitely making that football team."
The McDonald's run was supposed to be simple.
It was not.
The first sign something was wrong? The taxi ride back wasn't taking the same route.
"Uh, monk boy?" Yoruichi's voice sharpened as she shifted upright. "This isn't the way we came."
Geto's smile faded. "Driver—where exactly are you taking us?"
The driver didn't respond. But the air shifted—thick, heavy with cursed energy.
Yoruichi's instincts flared. She subtly slipped a hand toward her hidden blade while Geto shifted to shield Gojo behind him.
"I'm gonna give you one chance," Yoruichi said smoothly. "Pull over, or I start breaking things."
The driver laughed—low, wet, and wrong. And when he turned, his face was no longer human.
"Well, this escalated quickly," Geto muttered, summoning a squid curse to block the gnarled hand shooting toward Gojo.
It only got worse.
By the time Yoruichi destroyed the second cursed creature with a devastating kick and Geto restrained the mangled driver, Gojo was completely unfazed—legs crossed, still clutching a SpongeBob doll.
"This is nothing," he said coolly. "I've had worse."
Yoruichi whistled softly. "Tough kid."
"I'm not a kid," Gojo snapped, and Geto chuckled despite himself.
Just as Geto thought things were settling, Tanaka sent a message—someone was asking for him.
When he arrived outside the estate, two figures were waiting under a tree.
One was a scarred man with a permanent scowl. The other? Miguel—dark-skinned, strange glasses, and watching him like he might vanish at any moment.
The scarred one's face lit up. "Lord Geto!"
Lord?
Geto exchanged a subtle glance with Yoruichi, who had appeared silently at his side, arms folded in curiosity.
"Friends of yours?" she murmured.
"Apparently," Geto replied dryly. "Though, I have no idea who they are."
Miguel raised an eyebrow. "Lord Geto, you told us to report back. Did you hit your head?"
Geto leaned against the tree, slipping into his usual calm. "Remind me—what did I tell you to do?"
The scarred one—Larue, apparently—hesitated. "Uh… kidnapping, sir. You wanted us to grab those two girls."
Yoruichi arched a brow. "Oh, you've been busy in this world, huh?"
Geto sighed heavily. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
If Geto Suguru thought wrangling a tiny Gojo was chaotic, this parallel world had even bigger mysteries waiting.
Geto Suguru barely had time to process the insanity of his situation before Yoruichi slipped back into his orbit—sharp, steady, and impossible to ignore.
They met in the corridor of the Gojo estate, and as usual, she made an entrance.
"So, how many kidnappings are we up to?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. The moonlight cut along the sleek lines of her black coat, but her gaze was all business. "Or is it four? I lost count with the Happy Meal debacle."
Geto sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. "You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?"
"Not a chance," Yoruichi said, but the teasing was light. She could tell from the slight tension in his jaw that something deeper was bothering him.
"And where have you been?" he asked, his tone softer.
"Scouting," she answered smoothly, stepping closer. "You're the brains; I'm the eyes and ears. Someone's playing a long game with the Gojo family, and I'm not leaving you to figure it out alone."
His smile came easy—because she always knew what to say.
"I missed you," Geto admitted quietly.
Yoruichi's expression softened for just a second. "Yeah, well… I'm hard to replace, monk boy."
McDonald's… Again.
Gojo Satoru, naturally, was already mid-demand when they arrived in the living room.
"So you're telling me," he said, waving a SpongeBob plushie like it was a diplomatic artifact, "that my life is worth two children's meals and a cursed assassination plot? I'm insulted."
Yoruichi plucked the toy from his fingers effortlessly. "Relax, brat. If anyone's cashing in on you, it's gonna be me—and I demand at least five Happy Meals."
Satoru snorted but didn't argue. If anything, he was more interested in the fact that Yoruichi seemed entirely unfazed by his antics.
"You like her," Geto murmured, watching Satoru with mild amusement.
"I tolerate her," Satoru corrected, though his usual arrogance was quieter around Yoruichi. "She's less boring than you."
"You're too kind," Yoruichi deadpanned. "Now, about that diamond—if we're gonna steal family heirlooms, I wanna do it before dinner."
Yoruichi Plays the Game.
While Geto navigated Gojo Shinobu's manipulation, Yoruichi wasn't content to sit on the sidelines.
When Miguel and Laru delivered the latest batch of children's meals, she took the opportunity to interrogate them.
"You two seem weirdly loyal," she said, circling them like a panther. "What exactly did Suguru promise you?"
Miguel stiffened under her gaze—because Yoruichi Shihōin wasn't just a tutor. She was something else entirely—something dangerous.
"Protection," he admitted finally. "From the old man and… worse things."
Her eyes narrowed. "And now? What's stopping you from betraying him?"
Miguel's mouth twitched. "If you're here, that means he isn't alone. That's… reassuring."
That earned a soft chuckle from her. "Damn right. If anyone tries to hurt him, I break faces. Got it?"
Miguel nodded once—because only an idiot would doubt her.
When Gojo Shinobu finally revealed his hand—admitting that Geto had been hired to kill Gojo Satoru—Yoruichi didn't let the tension break her cool.
"Wow," she said, slipping into the room like smoke, her hands in her coat pockets. "For a family that's obsessed with power, you lot really suck at loyalty."
Shinobu's eyes narrowed at her. "And who the hell are you?"
"The one who'll wreck you if you touch Suguru again," she answered smoothly, not even flinching.
Geto exhaled a quiet laugh, tilting his head toward her. "I didn't know I had a personal bodyguard."
"You're lucky I'm fond of you," she said, but there was steel beneath the warmth.
Gojo Satoru, meanwhile, folded his arms with a smirk. "I told you she's better than anyone else."
The underground vault was cold, the scent of dust thick in the air as Yoruichi and Geto descended the hidden staircase. Satoru trailed behind them, still clutching his latest SpongeBob conquest.
"Do you really think it's this easy?" Yoruichi mused aloud, scanning the room with her usual keen instincts.
Geto raised a brow. "Paranoid much?"
"Always," she said, crouching to inspect the safe. "Especially when it comes to your terrible luck."
With a flick of her wrist, Yoruichi summoned a sliver of spiritual energy—cutting the air just enough to unsettle the lock.
"You could've asked," Geto remarked, mildly impressed.
"And miss the chance to show off?" she quipped. "Not a chance, monk boy."
When they finally recovered the diamond, the cursed spirit pulled them back home—right into the middle of their interrupted wedding.
Yoruichi barely had time to react before Geto pulled her into a kiss—long enough to silence the murmurs and shut Gojo up.
When they broke apart, she arched a brow. "Was that for the audience or for me?"
His thumb brushed along her jaw, a quiet intimacy in his touch. "Both."
For once, she didn't tease him.
"You're lucky I'm patient," she murmured, her voice softer than usual. "And that I'm not going anywhere."
"You better not," he said, and for once, Geto Suguru wasn't joking.
And as the ceremony continued—with Gojo still demanding another kiss for the crowd—Yoruichi settled back into the place where she belonged.
Right next to him.
THE END
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This was long and hard (╥ω╥`)｡ﾟ