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-Story Start-
Amid the petrified stillness, as others digested the sheer implications of Yuji Itadori's dismantling of a Quirk, some had even forgotten that he had also killed a man.
However, the truth of the nature of the murder, which can easily be chalked up to self-defence, made itself clear with the involvement of one of the other five senses humans are capable of utilising:
The foul odour emitting from the bleeding figure below Yuji.
It wasn't just rotten, it was downright putrid.
Aoi approached, his shirtless figure standing beside his brother with a look of deep contemplation, "A corpse." He confirmed.
Lowering himself to take a good look at the corpse, whose bleeding chest wasn't exhibiting the usual spill one would expect from a recently deceased.
His nose creased slightly as he detected a further anomaly. "Sterile as well. The insides have long rotted, but the outside has been neatly and professionally sterilised."
Lifting his head to see the disgust in Yuji's melancholic frown, "I'll ask to confirm the information decisively. Have you noticed multiple Quirk Factors within this corpse?"
"Yeah." The response came immediately.
"I see..." Aoi nodded in understanding, no surprise nor visible change in his expression.
Rising up, he hummed for a moment and murmured clearly, "I know, Takada-chan. I'm on it." Without hesitation, he withdrew his phone from his pocket, quickly writing out a message to the necessary recipient.
Whether reception returns or not in the next few hours, it doesn't matter; what matters is sending this message as soon as possible.
A moment later, the voice of their teacher drew the attention of the two brothers. "Are you two, alright?!" His steps grew louder as he jogged towards them.
Eventually stopping before the two brothers to scrutinise them with noticeable worry and anxiety in his eyes, who were already quite tired from the usage of his Quirk against the onslaught of villains.
His frown was a complex one. A tangled mix of exasperation, fury, worry, and slight relief at Yuji's casual pat on his fully bloodied shirt.
"I'm fine." He smiled a genuine yet empty smile.
Aizawa's worry only seemed to change justification - his eyes widening momentarily and sadly at Yuji's capacity to form such an expression.
Seeing Aizawa's widened eyes and actual radiating anxiety, Yuji added, "It's not my blood."
Aizawa considered it for a moment, then nodded.
The big, satisfied smirk on the giant first-year almost gave Aizawa whiplash, but he took it as confirmation that Aoi was uninjured as well.
Uninjured... that was both the issue and paradoxically the source of contentment.
How did 'Boogie Woogie' heal the clearly wounded Aoi during the battle from the glimpses Aizawa and certainly Aoi's on-guard spectating classmates did?
Worst of all, though...
How did Yuji Itadori tear apart someone's Quirk for someone with Blood Manipulation?
And the other thing Aizawa truly dreaded, his eyes narrowing at the corpse. "A murder case for a first-year student... as long as the children are okay-" His eyes shifted towards Thirteen, who was tasked with tying the surrendering and knocked-out villains, his eyes narrowing to make sure that it was all running smoothly and no one was even so much as twitching to make a move.
"It was already dead." Aoi interrupted amid Aizawa's loud mumbling and far-off glance.
Aizawa turned back to him and sighed audibly, "You, Itadori and Bakugo. Return to your classmates. There's much that has to be said; however, now isn't the time. Stay with them and keep guard until the authorities arrive."
The three turned to look at one another, the more explosive of the three appearing uncharacteristically silent as he nodded in obedience, the two brothers mirroring his gesture of obedience.
Without further hesitation, the three began to walk slowly through the scarred plaza, their steps reverbrating amid distant murmurs of both the surrendering villains gapping at the bloodied figure of Yuji.
An almost instinctual fear flooded their entire being, as they almost patted their own Quirks to make sure they were there, functional, not torn apart.
A sense of gratitude that they were not this child's opponent.
With each step he took, more blood, that putrid-smelling blood, dripped down his figure. Leaving a path of rotten crimson as he walked towards his trepid classmates.
His left claw dripped with almost endless blood.
The drip was so loud it echoed in the ruined dome.
"They're overreacting." Aoi's calm, indifferent declaration was clangorous, incredibly noisy.
Loud enough for everyone in the entrance that they were heading toward could hear loud and clear.
It hadn't been meant as encouragement for Yuji, not by a long shot.
Yuji Itadori simply had done what he always did, what he had to do.
Regret?
Worry about what others thought of him?
Fearing him?
Nothing new, he had been designated as someone who needed to be executed not too long ago.
Though a regretful part of him hoped that it had gone through.
"That'd be insulting all those who helped me." Yuji smiled sadly, his murmur barely audible, followed by a slight shake of his head.
No, Aoi's indifferent gaze narrowed on all their classmates, looking at every one of them, one by one, with mixed levels of piercing disappointment.
Few met his eyes, fewer reacted:
"Are we really overreacting, freak?" Bakugo bit back, an uneasy, almost pale snarl on his face that did its best to mask his almost transparent bravado.
He pressed on as the bloodied Yuji and Aoi's eyes settled on his expression, walking at a steadier pace. "I don't care if this bastard," he pointed at Yuji, "Killed the monster, as far as I can see, there was no better damn alternative. It's how you did it."
"You'd have to be a stupid, useless Deku to not see what you did. The greatest fucking transgression of all!"
He pointed an accusatory finger at Yuji, "You erased his Quirk. And I sure hope it's temporary like Eraserhead-sensei, because what you did shouldn't even be fucking possible!"
Bakugo's snarling expression twisted into a fearful frown, something that most of the wary classmates in the distance hadn't done their due diligence to conceal.
His twitching eyes and face met with Yuji's cold yet sad expression, those strange, almost piercing yellow orbs with a circle around them, looking straight into Bakugo.
No.
Looking through Bakugo.
A shiver crawled down his spine; he could almost feel the nauseating sensation.
As someone whose very essence, very identity, very purpose, very goal relied upon his meta-ability.
His power.
His Quirk.
Bakugo proclaimed an almost universal truth that permeates even the most mundane and tiny corners of the world:
"DEATH'S BETTER THAN DESTROYING SOMEONE'S QUIRK!"
How eager would he be to announce that it doesn't matter that Yuji can erase Quirks... how wrong he'd be, he's too weak to do anything right now.
If Yuji wished it, he could even at this very moment slice apart his-
"And?" Aoi's simple, disinterested retort sliced through Bakugo's fearful exasperation and accusation.
"There was simply no choice in the matter-" Aoi's explanation was cut short with Yuji's admission.
"They wanted an end to their suffering. So I did." Yuji's tone was exhausted, yet resolute and unregretful as he confirmed.
"They?" Bakugo blinked, repeating that strange, enigmatic admission.
Sure, he could have aimed to simply weaken the Quirks within the abomination until he could defeat it.
But that wasn't the issue at heart.
The only reason he actually decided to explain himself was due to Aoi's involvement.
Aoi turned to Bakugo with a simple declaration. "I fail to see your point. That my brother limit his capability to destroy Quirks? Is that your point? Certainly, a reasonable person, especially someone as powerful as my brother, wouldn't resort to such methods unless absolutely necessary."
"Just because I am capable of putting down a rabid and cowardly dog whenever I wish doesn't mean I will do so."
Bakugo clicked his tongue in response, and Aoi simply pressed on. "Capability does not equal action, only potential action. If you fear potential action, then how do you live your life not in perpetual fear?"
"Common sense. Reason. Consequences. Morals. Motives. The reasons are endless, and yet here you are, fearing yet another potential action. What good reason does my brother have in deciding to slice apart your beloved Quirk?"
He repeated, this time with a bit more force, just enough for all to hear, "What reason would he ever have to touch your Quirk in the first place?"
"Fear of the unknown, of the unimaginable, is natural. But do not let it blind you to the irrational. Yuji may not admit it himself, but I can guarantee that there can be no greater holder of such capability as my brother in this world!"
As Aoi's declaration boomed across the entire mostly silent USJ, the three of them had already reached the staircase leading to the entrance of the chaotic dome.
A contemplative silence followed, and before Bakugo could respond or anyone else now within conversation range, a deafening explosion sourced from the entrance gate drew everyone's attention.
It was a figure, followed by a declaration that gave relief and hope to all those present, even if the situation had already been dealt with:
"SORRY FOR BEING LATE!"
"I RAN HERE AS FAST AS I COULD! BUT NOW! DO NOT FEAR!"
"FOR I AM HERE!"
All Might had arrived, and he wasn't smiling.
Everyone present, especially the captured villains, had a chill run down their spine.
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It had been a swift, surgical and albeit tense clean-up following All Might's arrival.
Despite his concealed exhaustion and limitations, he truly went beyond plus ultra in quite literally lifting all the villains in a pile and running off to the nearest police station to cut off workload after checking that none of the students, Thirteen or Aizawa were injured.
With only the two teachers actually having any minor injuries and gnashes confirmed, and a scrutinising look of worry settling on the bloodied Yuji and Aoi, who were also strangely uninjured, he bolted out of there.
It was only a few minutes later that an entire cavalry, including and not limited to the Police and the rest of U.A.'s staff, arrived to take care of the physically unharmed students and take them into what will truly be a lengthy questioning that will take the rest of the day.
As for the two 'stars' of the USJ incident, they'll be lucky if the procedures don't drag on to the morning of the next day.
Aoi knew better than Yuji regarding the actual truth of that statement.
The ride with the other students was eerily silent, awkward and uncomfortable.
Not a soul spoke, except anxious murmurs exchanged with one another.
It was just like the first day all over again, with the two of them being alienated, Yuji by consequence, with Aoi assaulting Bakugo just because of his lack of taste in women.
Actually, this was worse.
Far worse.
Those pretty rough first impressions were rectified on the very same day, sort of. At least for Yuji.
But this?
They were all looking at him as if he were a big bad wolf out to eat them alive, flinching when he even dared to look in their direction.
The strange part was the guilt - most of them looked ashamed the moment they realised they were afraid of him.
Yuji blamed Aoi for that one.
Would time heal this?
Yuji didn't know.
He only hoped.
What he was sure of, though, was that he would never be seen in the same light as he had been before.
He was a different animal, and so were his two brothers.
Former or not, they were Jujutsu Sorcerers, and it was only a matter of time until it was necessary to rip off that band-aid.
Foreigners who were trying their best to acclimate to their new home, their new world.
"You're drawing the wrong conclusion, brother." Aoi chastised aloud, as if he could read Yuji's thoughts.
In the end...
Yuji and Aoi sat alone on the way to the station, not a care in the world in either their expressions, though it'd be a lie if Yuji stated he wasn't sad.
He was.
But he understood.
To Be Continued!
-Author Note Start-
Well, it's kind of funny how this fic has managed to draw out 2 interrogations of the brothers in less than 30 chapters, but hey! At least now everyone will know that they are from another world and are Jujutsu-
NOT!
Trust in the Todo.
As a wise man once said, the more you lie, the more dangerous things become... which can also be fixed by lying even more!
Anyway, hope you've enjoyed this chapter and it's been a pleasure.
We've got a lot to cover in this little aftermath arc before moving to bigger, brighter things.
Since, well, I'll need to give an AFO-centric POV chapter by the end of this one, since I feel like ya'll really need to know (sorta) what that guy learns and plans and how.
Also, to those asking, Shiggy and Kurogiri are currently captured and detained.
Also, Shiggy hasn't woken up yet, really put to bed by Yuji lmao.
But he'll wake up by the time he get questioned n stuff.
Anyway! Bu Bye!