My Queen

02| Plan A - Learn

***Previously

Yuuji woke up sweating. He looked around in panic. He wasn't in his room. A dimly lit room. He tried to move but he was tied down to a chair. Tear flooded Itadori eyes. He was in such horrible state of panic he blanked out again.

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I panicked. I looked around a white room. I couldn't move. I heard a heart monitor go bonkers. I cried. Soon I felt my arms be released. My voice cracking as I spoke.

"Let me go."

I wanted to go home. This isn't my home. This doesn't feel like my home. I bit my lip. I felt stares. I wanted to run away from the hate filled eyes. I looked around after calming down enough. All I saw was white. My mind was in tangles. I saw a mirror and walked towards it. I saw someone familiar. The older me from that dream. I leaned forward placing my head on the mirror trying to breath.

I hummed relaxing myself to the fullest extent. I sighed. Suddenly someone interrupted my peace.

"Excuse me little boy."

I backed into the corner of a room. I just wanted to be the furthest away from this person.

"Don't be afraid I'm just here to help you."

I shook my head sinking into my corner. That's when I saw something that caught my eye. A panda?

"Yo."

I giggled. He seem really cool. He walked a little closer towards my direction. I was afraid of the woman standing there with a white blouse and black shorts.

The panda sat not far away from me. My curiosity got the best of me I stood and approached him.

"Hi." I greeted him.

The panda just looked at me with unreadable eyes. I touched it's fur. It was soft I lost myself in the feeling I felt myself fall asleep. I had woken up in the same once again. My heart rate was being monitored. I giggled at playing with my finger trying have something to do. I got up and looked at the mirror. I got on my tippy toes and touched the glass. I just sat in a corner just waiting for something to happen. The door opened again and a man built slightly. He came in looking at me with mysterious eyes. He moved his fist towards me with an glowing light surrounding his hand. Nothing happened though. I tilted my head when I realized he was against the other side of the wall.

"Mister are you okay?" I asked.

He gotten up and just left.

Third POV***

The people watching outside the glass saw what happened. Curse energy emitted into the air and protected the child. It wasn't the child. The child been marked and that prove to us from a lot.

Gojo smiled looking at the child.

"He's an interesting case if I don't say so myself."

"What are we going to do if we can't kill the kid neither seal him off." Yoshinobu said with stern voice.

"Lock him a way in a shrine sounds boring how about we use him instead."

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Years passed on and Yuuji had gotten older. He's now 15. He lived in a secluded area on the campus. A shabby shrine if you could even call it that. Yuuji lives in very poor conditions. He doesn't eat very often. He often ends getting beaten when he spoke out of turn or done something he shouldn't. All Yuuji had ever known was pain and misfortune. He gone through so much but he had hope.

The King, Yuuji's lover in his many pasted lives will save him once again. His memories had been resort but he doesn't really do anything. I can't do anything but at night he sings. Sings for friends passing by to come so he could heal them. For his family to know he is still alive, and for the messages to tell King he is fine.

He noticed the sun was coming up once again. He stood up grabbing an broken fan he found.

The morning came so fast he went back inside. This is how he spent his days. He doesn't care how much he hurts, he will dance and sing through the night of pain for his King to hear.

It's only natural for him to want freedom. He been judged and ridiculed of him being by himself. He just had to wait for his savior to leave the mountains and seek for him. It's been playing game for years so he doesn't have to worry for he has suffered; he will make it towards victory.

This is how Yuuji survives he thrive in a cold place such as this one. He is grateful to even have shelter. His soul is pure. Being thankful is the only thing he can do from such cruel people. He will gather his family and leave this place soon enough.