I’m Simply In Love With This

Chapter 9

Masking

Ordóñez had considered himself a haunted man. He settled for the ghosts of love that he would find in the graveyards he dug. He could never consider himself a merciful man after the things he went through. At one point in time, he was the most gentle man in the world. From a young age he was pushed around by the people that could push. A doormat to anyone that would take the first step.

After the war started, Ordóñez changed for the worst. Isolation had become his closest ally as he caught himself clinging onto the sword he brandished as the lifeline rather than the very human company he craved so much. Now, Ordóñez saw people dying on a daily basis and couldn’t find it in him to care very much. If anything, he caused more pain than he had truly seen.

It only felt fair for him to cause so much pain, especially after everything he had been through. He would never admit it to himself, but he did everything he did out of fear. Ordóñez often questioned if Ximena was the same, but he highly doubted that was a possibility.

Rather than ask her any questions, he simply observed her instead. He watched the way her green eyes cut across the room like the glass shards they resemble. Observed the way she moved so swiftly in battle without a question of her agility. Kept a close eye on the way she would fidget with her blades during meetings with other leaders when she was nervous.

Ordóñez watched everything from a distance. He refused to let her know by the looks on his face just how much it hurt to see her destroy herself every day. So instead, he kept every little thing he could say hidden. Hidden behind the eyes of the mask with a disgustingly tainted smile.

“Ordóñez; would you mind bringing my boys back to me?”

Ximena’s voice was a mix between the sweetest sugar and the scariest monster he could conjure in his mind, but he found himself drawn to her like a moth drawn to a flame.

“Of course, madame.”

“You won’t disappoint me this time, will you?”

“Not purposely.”

“What do you know of the location of my Griffin and Axel?”

“I haven’t changed anything from my last run in with them, I wasn’t aware you still had their locations considering-”

His words were stopped as a card embedded into the wall next to his head, only having sliced his cheek slightly. He knew this was meant to be a warning shot. Ximena doesn’t miss unless she is making a point.

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I was you. I know what I did, I reflected on my mistake. Now that I’ve faced that truth, I need to get them both back before it is too late. Who knows what they can do with that jewel if they learned the power behind it.”

Ordóñez felt his breath hitch in his throat. He never felt threatened by Ximena, only threatened by the lengths she would go through to prove a point or make herself look like she was better than she actually was. He would never say it out loud, but maybe that is one of the things that draws him to her so quickly.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll watch my wording next time.”

He nods, dropping his head slightly. The library that they resided in was silent with tension, enough to the point he decided to leave before he got too overwhelmed with the taunting pages of the books sitting still while his heart hammered in his chest as if it was being put to work.

“That’s better. Now, when you do get them, I want you to call me with this device,”

she began, holding a small chip-like device in her hand, something she must have created in the days that she locked herself in her library to ‘clear her head’

“It will slide here and sit inside your mask easily.”

Taking his mask, she placed it right where she pointed and then looked to meet his obsidian eyes. Part of Ordóñez wanted to believe that he could lean forward and press his lips to hers. He knew that if he tried he would be something close to beheaded.

“You aren’t paying attention.”

Ximena makes a point of his unfocused expression. He shakes the thoughts from his head and forces a smile as gently as he could.

“I’m only paying attention to you, madame.”

“Then you should tell me what I just said again.”

“The chip goe-”

Within an instant, she pushes her lips onto his, dropping the mask she was holding onto his lap. He was frozen in shock, but finally getting what he craved all these years seemed to make the moment all the sweeter to him. The strongest woman in the world, finally his, even if only for a moment. Finally close enough for him to hold, to kiss, to savor as he wanted to.

Lost in the moment, he allowed himself to put his arms around her waist gently. She laces her hands in his hair, all too soon, he realizes that she clipped the back of his mask on and slid it over his face.

“Now, please go get my boys.”

Ordóñez tried to calm himself down as he stared at her, bewildered gaze not once leaving her.

“Right. I’ll do that.”

It came to his realization that he wasn’t much more than a pawn in her game. But he didn’t mind being a pawn if that meant that he could stay by her side the way he currently was. Wrapped around her calloused fingers, there he sat. Masked in appearance but his devotion unmasked completely.

SPOILERS for Jujutsu Kaisen, chapter 91 and Jujutsu Kaisen 0, chapter 4

So during the Shibuya arc, where we get the official Pseudo-Geto reveal, we are treated to this scene.

This scene, which very clearly demonstrates that Geto can still control his own body - albeit very briefly, and to a very small extent. Something that seems to be influenced by Gojo, and also something that seems to take Pseudo-Geto by surprise.

And - it should. Geto is dead. He isn't possessed, his soul isn't tainted - he is dead. He was killed by Gojo himself, far before Pseudo-Geto got his hands on the body. It makes absolutely no sense for Geto to resonate with Gojo's words because Geto is a person who isn't alive anymore.

And then, in JJK 0, we get the interesting case of Rika and Yuta.

It's assumed, at first, that Rika cursed Yuta, manifesting as a spirit after her death. In reality, it was Yuta who cursed Rika by refusing to let go of her. His overwhelming power didn't let her die properly, resulting in her transforming into a cursed spirit, all because he was unwilling to accept that she had died.

So... We know that those that die can be kept alive by powerful sorcerers. If a powerful sorcerer isn't willing to accept someone's death, their power may manifest them into a cursed spirit and keep them around.

Sound familiar?

Now look at this scene from JJK 0, right after we find out that Yuta cursed Rika:

These are Geto's last words. The last exchange he ever had with Gojo, and he says them fully aware that he is about to be killed.

"Curse me a little at the very end."

...

"Don't let me go" "Don't accept my death" "Don't forget me"

"Keep me alive" "Keep me with you" "Remember me"

Looks like Gojo fulfilled Geto's dying request, after all

this whole scene was metal as shit

He’s talking about his new campaign… 🥰

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Chapter 14

Suspicious Sacrifices

Reyna didn’t want to admit that she was worried, but she couldn’t help it. Both maternal instinct and the side of her that was the commander worrying over her soldier kicked her adrenaline into overdrive. She had to finish this fight up, and she had to do it quickly. Her daughter’s safety was her first priority, with her own being a second, but nowhere near close. Knowing that Marisol making a run couldn’t be good news, she decided to do what she could to get out quickly.

The first blow she could land was a quick swing with nothing but adrenaline backing it, Reyna found herself able to distract the tallest of the lot, just as she planned. She knew it was a dirty way to fight, but she had to get out. She swung for the knee and slashed the goon’s achilles. The first bellowed in pain as she fell, then there were the remaining three surrounding Reyna.

Her hand felt the wood of the sword’s hilt splintering, giving her the sign that it would be giving out soon.

“Damn it.”

She huffed to herself as she adjusted her bloodied grip.

All of the years she led armies and allowed herself to get struck to get the upper hand taught her to pick her battles, literally and figuratively. If her weapon was going to give out, she either had to run or fight with her hands. She didn’t mind, but she knew it would take longer.

There’s only so much a person can do when they’re faced with certain death and a hard place. Reyna released a brief breath and gave a curt nod, more to herself than anyone. This was a dance with death that she wasn’t supposed to take a chance with so soon.

She led with a stab to one’s side, connecting solid metal and breaking the sword off into the oppressor’s side. Using all her might to swing them into each other, she decided to make a run for it while they cut their losses, and the metal out of the middle goon’s side.

It was time to run and it was time to get to her daughter. She needed nothing more than to make sure her daughter was at the very least alive. Judging by the conversation and the last moments Marisol was in the room, there couldn’t have been any good news.

No, Marisol would never kill Aseria, but a certain pulling in her chest made her believe that the estranged ex-fiancé wouldn’t mind getting a little more physical to get to what she wanted. There was a certain line that she knew not to cross, but another line that she didn’t care about crossing when it came to Aseria. Marisol would never kill her, but she would rough her up to make the bluff of killing her look a little more believable.

As Reyna got to the door, she hears a loud voice thunder from behind her.

“You know where she is.”

She froze in her tracks as she grabbed the handle of the door

“I highly doubt Marisol would be that stupid.”

The goon couldn’t help but to let out a chuckle.

“Go look for yourself then. Marisol wants Aseria to join our cause.”

Reyna felt herself cringe at the confirmation that she didn’t want to hear.

“Her words don’t back that statement at all.”

She heard one of the goons stand from their spot at the other’s wounded side.

“Maybe it's not from a romantic standpoint.”

Another chimed in, willingly pushing her buttons.

“You raised quite the soldier.”

Finally, the wounded one coughs up a laugh.

“We’ve been watching for quite a while.”

Reyna’s eyes widened. All those times she believed they were being watched but she brushed it off as a paranoid leader, all the times Aseria would wake up in a panic saying something felt wrong, it really was her biggest fear.

“Then I’d better take my chances on getting home so I can speak to her.”

“That’s not your home anymore.”

“Not the one you’ve watched us from.”

With that she made a run for the safehouse, the last place she would expect Marisol to be so stupid to go to for a confrontation.

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