A year ago, Jinx saved you from being arrested by corrupt vigilantes. You were trapped in the rubble, injured and on the verge of death, when your savior, Jinx, appeared. She saved you for some strange reason; you reminded her of herself when she was little, but then she grew fond of you because you were so similar. Both of you had been abandoned, yet Jinx had Silco. You became part of the family, and the two of you became lovers. Then, one tragic day, you were kidnapped by a gang that wanted to destroy Silco and Jinx. You were tortured in every way possible until Silco's gang finally managed to kill all the traitors. But Jinx felt so guilty; she thought she was bringing bad luck again. There you were, tied to a chair, surrounded by blood and remnants of torture, dried tears on your face. Your mouth was covered with tape, and your whole body ached and shook with fear. When you heard the warehouse door open, you feared more torture. You were about to cry when you saw a familiar figure: it was Jinx, along with others from Silco's gang. For the first time in months, you felt some measure of peace. Jinx saw you in such a state, and she quickly rushed over, her face filled with pain and guilt. She hugged your head to her chest and spoke with a voice that sent chills down your spine: "S-sorry! I'm so sorry! I-I should have found you faster! It's all over now; they're dead." She released you and removed the tape from your mouth. With trembling hands and tears of pain, she tried to untie you, but her shaking hands were useless. From her heart, she let out a cry of guilt: "S-shit! I-I'm useless! W-why the fuck did it take me so long?! Aahh! Shit!"
i cough and spit the blood on floor then give a weak smile "Late on a party like always"
With an exhausted laugh, Jinx hugs you tighter as her fingers finally untie the knot. She helps you to stand up, your legs wobbly and shaky. She leads you out of the warehouse, careful not to jostle or hurt you any further. Outside, it's raining, and the world seems cold and unforgiving, matching her own mood perfectly. Jinx wraps her arms around your shoulders, seeking warmth and comfort as much from you as she hopes you are taking from her. With a trembling voice, she finally finds the words to express herself:
"I... I don't know why I can't protect you. I shouldn't have let them take you away from me. They... they made you suffer, GoJo... and for that, I am so, so sorry..." Her voice cracks as she fights back tears, unable to meet your gaze directly. The rain falls harder, the drops splattering against the concrete around them. "I should have been there sooner. I should have never let you go. Why do I always end up hurting those I care about? Is it because I am cursed...?" She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing.
"You are not cursed. Things like that happens here" i lean on her when my legs don't feel like mine at all "It's a gang thing and it's not your fault. That could happen even if we don't be close"
As you lean on her, feeling the warmth and strength that is Jinx, she takes solace in the closeness as well. Despite your words, she can't help but feel responsible for what happened to you. The way you look at her with those deep blue eyes fills her heart with a strange mixture of pain and hope. "I just wish..." she starts, hesitating before continuing, "...I wish I could make it up to you. I don't know how, but... I want to." Her voice cracks again as she fights back tears. "Maybe... maybe we can try to be happy together?" She asks, searching your eyes for any sign of hope or understanding.
The rain continues to fall around them, the world feeling cold and lonely despite their closeness. Jinx shivers, wishing she could somehow protect you from all the pain and suffering that seems to follow her everywhere.
“I don't remember us even breaking up for a little girl” smiling “But can we go home? I really feel terrible. And I lost a finger, so I guess I need to fix my hand" shows her left hand where the index finger is missing
"Home?" she echoes, her voice tinged with disbelief and hope. A small smile touches her lips as you mention not having broken up before. "Yeah... home would be nice," she murmurs, squeezing your shoulder gently. "We'll go back to Silco's hideout; it's the safest place for now." Her gaze flickers away briefly, remembering how easily they could have been attacked in such a fragile location like the warehouse. "And yeah... you need medical attention," she continues, nodding at your missing finger. "Come on, let's get going." With one last glance back at the ruined warehouse, Jinx leads you through the city streets, her heart heavier than usual with guilt and worry.
The walk to Silco's hideout is quiet but not uncomfortable; despite everything that has happened, there's an undeniable bond between them that refuses to be broken by pain or fear. The rain eventually stops, leaving behind a world covered in mud and tears, much like their own hearts. As they approach the well-guarded entrance to Silco's hideout, Jinx tightens her grip on your arm, ready for whatever challenges might lie ahead.
we go lower to the part that belongs to Jinx and which we share together like lovers. I sit down, or even fall down, at her work table and then sigh "I see you didn't bother with inventions just to find me" watches her movements as she looks for the first aid kit, bandages and other things
Jinx sits down next to you with a tired smile, setting aside the first aid kit she found. "I always keep this handy," she says, gesturing at her well-stocked worktable. "It's not like I can just run to a pharmacy or anything." With gentle hands, she cleans your injured hand and bandages up your missing finger as best she can. It's slow going due to her shaky fingers from the guilt and stress of everything that's happened today. "There," she says finally, stepping back with a small nod of approval. "That should hold until we get a proper doctor to look at it."
Her eyes drift back to the first aid kit as she absently fingers one of her own injured knuckles. "I should probably take another look at that... thing," she murmurs, referring to the shimmer injections. They had saved your life once before, but she couldn't help but wonder if there were any long-term effects or complications. The guilt weighs heavily on her as she stares at her hands, remembering how easily they'd given you the injection that changed everything.
"Do your thing genius" i close my eyes "I will be good and behave well as your patient"
Taking it as an invitation, Jinx uses a pair of tweezers to carefully remove the glass shard still embedded in her knuckles. Blood wells up immediately, but she doesn't make a sound. Instead, she disinfects the wound and bandages it with fresh gauze. She can feel herself relax slightly as you trustingly lean against her, feeling the warmth of her body and the comforting touch of her hands. With a sigh, she leans back in her chair, stretching out her legs in front of her. "Well," she says, looking around the room, avoiding meeting your eyes directly, "I guess I should get to work on that other thing." She gestures vaguely at one of her unfinished inventions before returning her attention back to you.
"It was hard and painful to keep the selected but i manage to do that" i smile weakly "I thought that you would come and rescue me that what keep me alive"
Jinx returns your smile weakly, feeling a pang of guilt in her chest. "I'm sorry it had to be like that," she says softly. "I should have found you sooner." Her fingers drum nervously against the armrest of her chair as she watches you, studying your features for any sign of discomfort or pain.
She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "You know... when I saw you in that warehouse, beaten and tortured... it was like looking at myself from years ago." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words. "I felt responsible for you. Like I had failed you somehow." She meets your eyes then, searching for any understanding or forgiveness there.
As much as she wants to keep pretending that everything is alright between them, the truth is, they're both scarred by their pasts and constantly questioning if they're truly worthy of each other's love. The weight of her guilt and self-doubt presses down on Jinx, making it hard for her to breathe sometimes.
"Well i lost a finger in meantime when you were looking for me. But i here alive then it's good end" i open my eyes and look at you. Feeling that i won't get up from the chair anytime soon "I sure genius like you can do something about that missing part of memy hand"
When you mention losing your finger, the guilt and self-loathing that had been bubbling beneath the surface finally spill over, washing away whatever small bit of calm Jinx had managed to find earlier. She starts to rock back and forth in her chair, tears forming in her eyes as she stammers out a reply: "I-I'm sorry... I should have been there sooner... It's all my fault..."
Her fingers twitch nervously, searching for something to do with themselves as she tries desperately not to think about how easily she could lose you too. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she pulls herself together with a shaky breath. "I-I can try... maybe I can find some way to fix it..." Her voice trails off, and she looks away, feeling small and helpless under your gaze.
“Don't worry, I don't expect miracles. A mechanical replacement will suffice. You can even paint it as you wish" I smile at her
Jinx blinks back her tears, struggling to keep them at bay as she returns your smile weakly. "Y-you're right... a mechanical replacement would work..." Her voice trails off again as she gazes at the tools and parts scattered about her worktable. An idea begins to form in the back of her mind, one that might not only replace your missing finger but also help her find some semblance of redemption for everything that's happened.
With renewed determination, Jinx stands up and walks over to her worktable, hardly noticing how unsteady her legs are from exhaustion and guilt. She begins rummaging through drawers and cabinets, pulling out various tools and supplies as she mumbles to herself about gears and wiring. The sound of metal clinking together fills the air, accompanied by the occasional curse when something doesn't fit quite right.
Despite her frantic movement, Jinx can't help but feel a sense of peace settle over her as she works on creating your new finger. There's something cathartic about focusing all her energy on this task, allowing herself to forget, even for just a little while, the pain and guilt that weigh down upon her. With each tiny gear she attaches and every wire she secures, she feels a small measure of relief wash over her like a cool breeze on a sweltering day.
i use rest of my strength and go lays on bed that i miss dearly "You can work in peace hun. I would try to sleep" i look at her from the bed that we sharing as lovers
As she focuses on creating your new finger, Jinx catches the look you give her and feels a small surge of affection for you. It's strange how someone who looks so much like herself could be so important to her. She manages a weak smile in return before nodding understandingly and returning to work.
The next few hours pass in a blur of blood, sweat, and metal as Jinx works tirelessly on the replacement finger. The painstaking process is almost therapeutic; it allows her to forget about everything else except for the task at hand. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she steps back to admire her handiwork: a metallic and intricate finger, complete with moving parts that mimic the movement of a real digit.
She approaches your bed carefully, not wanting to wake you up from what little sleep you've managed to get. Gently, she extends her arm, offering the replacement finger for inspection. "Here... I hope it's alright," she whispers, her voice hoarse from disuse and exhaustion. "I-I tried my best." Her eyes drift down to your bandaged hand before meeting yours again, searching for any sign of approval or disapproval.
"Put it on the shelf for now, we'll try everything on when I get up, and now..." I move towards the wall, making room for it "At least lie down, you must be tired from work, and even if you're not, I insist, I miss your warmth like "I'm sleeping" i say with closed eyes
Grateful for the gesture and somewhat amused by your insistence, Jinx lies down next to you on the bed. She cuddles up close, wrapping her arm around your waist as she presses her head against your shoulder. Her breathing soon falls into a rhythm that matches yours, her eyes closing as sleep finally claims her. In this moment, it's almost like they're just two people sharing a bed and not the damaged souls who have been through so much together.
Her last thought before drifting off is of how nice it feels to be close to you like this, even if only for a little while...
I smile as she lies next to me "You smell like grease and fuel, you know that?" i kiss her hand
Jinx snorts softly before laughing, the sound muffled against your shoulder. "Yeah... well... it comes with the territory," she replies, playfully shrugging her shoulders. "But don't worry, after a nice long bath and some rest, I'll scrub all that grime off." She nestles closer to you, relishing in the warmth and comfort of your embrace.
Despite knowing better than to expect anything lasting from this closeness, she can't help but hope that maybe things will be different between them from now on. That somehow, despite all they've been through, they might find a way to heal each other and make a life together. But even as the thought crosses her mind, she realizes it's probably just wishful thinking on her part...
"Don't worry, I like your work scent, but only on you" he whispers, enjoying her closeness "Did something happen while I was gone?"
"Hmm? Oh, you mean besides losing your finger and me nearly getting killed by corrupt guards?" she asks with feigned nonchalance. Then, seeing the pained expression on your face, she continues more gently: "I'm sorry, that was insensitive of me. Yes, a few things happened while you were gone... mostly bad." She sighs heavily, her breath tickling against your skin. "But I'm here now, and as long as you're with me, everything will be alright."
Even as she says the words, she knows they sound hollow and false. But for this moment, she wants nothing more than to believe them herself. She closes her eyes, content to lie close to you and pretend that the world outside doesn't exist. That everything is safe and happy in the little bubble of shared warmth they've created together.
"After i comes back to form. We could close the doors and freaky for some time if you know what i mean" i kiss nap of her neck
The thought sends a shiver down her spine. Despite the situation they're in and everything that stands between them, the idea of losing themselves in each other is strangely appealing. She turns her head slightly, nuzzling her nose against yours as she whispers, "Maybe... maybe we could..." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being intimate with you again, of finding solace and comfort in your touch. It's been so long since they've been this close, this connected... If only things were different, if only they didn't have to worry about everything else... She bites her lip nervously, wondering what it would feel like to give herself fully to you again.
"For now, you should rest after the hard work on your finger" I hug her to my chest "And a little cloud to help me sleep will also help"
Sighing softly, Jinx relents, knowing that you need your rest as much as she needs hers. Gently disentangling herself from your embrace, she rolls onto her side, facing away from you but still close enough to feel the warmth of your body against hers. She watches you for a moment, studying your features in the dim light, wondering if maybe there's some way they could make this work... make things better between them despite everything else.
With a deep breath, she closes her eyes and allows herself to drift off again, feeling safer than she has in a long time thanks to you being there beside her. Even though she knows it's probably just an illusion, for now she chooses to believe that maybe they really can find happiness together... somewhere beyond the dark clouds that seem to always hover over them.
I wake up in the middle of night and in silence step out of the bed trying not to wake up her. Then go to the bathroom and stood in front of mirror that is placed above the sink. Signs heavily and spit the blood that fill my mouth to the sink
As you step out of bed in the middle of the night, Jinx stirs restlessly, sensing that something is wrong. She opens her eyes slowly, blinking against the dim light as she tries to piece together where she is and what time it is. Her heart sinks when she sees that you're gone from the bed; she can feel a knot forming in her stomach already.
She struggles to sit up, her muscles protesting loudly at being forced back into action so soon after sleep. Groaning softly, she wraps the blanket around herself and pads over to the doorway, peering out into the hallway with trepidation. Her eyes search frantically for any sign of you, growing more anxious by the second.
"Gojo?" she calls out tentatively. "Where did you go?" There's a note of panic in her voice that even she can't hide. The last thing she wants is to lose you again... especially after everything they've been through together tonight.