「e n e m y」gojo s. x reader [book 5]

⊳twenty-three

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chapter twenty-three: it's a trust exercise

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Gloved fingers traced over the surface of the ceramic mask. Lifting her gaze from her hands, Sora looked out on the city. She'd never been so high up, except for all the times she'd been on a plane. Sitting in one position was different, though. Seeing all of the colors and being able to soak it all in was different. It was like she could see everything.

The people leaving the beach and walking on the streets looked like mere ants to her. Across from her, in the reflection of the glass building, she saw herself. She wondered what would have happened should she have not come. But she knew that option would never have come to rise.

Sora didn't believe in changing the past. She'd heard too many stories about trying to fuck with what happened in the past, and it never ended well. She had accepted the facts of what was happening. Her friends were dead. Her best friend had been the one to kill them. Her family was falling apart. And while all of these things could have drug her down, she didn't let them.

She was able, and she was, going to do something about it.

Rising to her feet, she looked back down to the mask. The intricate purple paint glistened in the moonlight and almost seemed to illuminate her eyes. This was her only chance. If she didn't do this now. She would never do it at all. This was her only chance at survival.

Pulling the string around her head, she seated the mask over her face. She watched her eyesight change, illuminating everything in green. Her location and coordinates popped up in the corner of her right eye. She looked down at her hands. Her pulse and oxygen levels are in the bottom left. She turned her head to the side, looking at the man standing on the edge of the building. 'Identification Unknown' in the top left.

"Before we do anything," Isamu began, fixing the scarf around his neck. "There's something I need to ask you."

She walked across the edge of the building. "What?"

"Once you draw that blade, you'll never be able to go back. You'll never live a normal life again, no matter how hard you try. You'll never get away from these things," He said. "So I'm asking you this now so you have time to change your mind if you want."

He turned to face her. She could see his gray eyes darken as he looked down at her. He held his gloved hand out to her.

"Are you ready? To take a life? To never turn back? To get revenge for your friends? To save what you have left?"

"You don't have to ask," She said. "I'm never changing my mind."

"Do you trust me?"

She slid her hand into his.