Rudo x reader insert PART 1
Rudo x iseakai reader born on the rich side of the sphere how do you befriend the main character of your favorite manga?
(long form fic
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(TW WARNING: mentions of death, gun violence, and school shootings pls skip till the cut this: {⩇⩇:⩇⩇} if these themes make u uncomfortable!) (EXTREME MANGA SPOLIERS)
This is stupid. you think as your blood pools onto the pristine tile beneath you splattered against lockers and walls like an ugly painting.
you're dying because a man decided it would be fun to bring a gun to a school, a man decided to traumatize a bunch of kids for simply existing, a man decided to ruin family's, friendships all for what? fun?
That's just not fair, but when has life ever been fair? How is it fair that some are born with everything while others a born with nothing. How is it fair that people get away with bad things just because they are powerful?
Nothing has ever been fair.
People like to say it is they like to pretend we're all treated equally and fairly but we all know that's bullshit.
Lies rapped in a pretty bowtie and force fed to you to keep you happy and ignorant to pretend like everything is sparkles and rainbows while the set burns around you.
As though they pretend it never happened, then it never did. That if they block out enough names and distract you from what happened, they can hide what they did.
But you're not stupid.
The rich will always have dominion over the poor. That will always be the truth even if we go back in time the people who have more will always be on top while the people with less squabble and beg for the scraps.
God, you hate that guy.
You hope dimly that everyone else made it out that you're the only one bleeding out on the floor.
But you know that's not true that even if they do make it out, they will be stuck here forever stuck here in fitful dreams of a gun and the banging on doors.
Thinking of the friends and teachers they lost to the man who thought bringing a gun to a school was fun.
Homework assignments left in bags forever unfinished hangouts and sleepovers never to be fulfilled.
All because a man brought a gun to a school.
As your thoughts begin to slow down, they drift to your friends and family how their life well be upended at the loss of you. How they will think what if I went with her that day? What if I let her stay home from school?
Forever left to wonder the "what ifs" and the "whys" of this whole situation.
Maybe some of your friends are having the same thoughts as you, maybe their blood is also staining the floor, but you'd prefer not to think about that.
You'd like to think they are all safe huddled in some dark corner away from it all.
away from the screams
away from the blood
and away from the death that will rot these hallways
As the darkness begins to encompass you, you wonder faintly what will happen when you die. will you go to heaven? hell? or any other of the places humans have made to cope with their unavoidable deaths.
You don't know but as the world fads into a dark static around you, you know one thing you hope it's better than what you had here.
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When you had first been reincarnated It had not taken you awhile to realize you'd been reborn into the world of Gachiakuta from the pristine white coats with golden accents and overall stuck-up attitude of everyone around you. it doesn't take a genius to realize that not only have you been reincarnated but that you're also a spherite. Not only that but you are on the rich side too.
Everything here is white not the kind type of white, this white is sharp and hurts if you look at it too long.
Like it's trying to distract you from what's behind it to stop you from trying to look harder and truly question the meaning surrounding it.
As if they scrubbed till all color had fled and just the depressed bones remained.
You're 5 now dressed in your own suffocating white coat and perfect expectations. And You often wonder whether or not you were born at the same time as Rudo the white- and black-haired protagonist of this trashy world.
Because you don't know what you'd do if you weren't.
Especially if you are younger imagine a 5-year-old trying to fight Wymo sheesh you wouldn't stand a chance.
But it's not like you can check being separated by standards and a wall will keep you from crossing anytime soon.
Doesn't mean you don't plan to jump over it eventually.
But for now, you will be the perfect little daughter
Currently you're on a walk with your mother who got caught up in a conversation with a friend something about a dude crossing from the poor side to the rich side and whatever
small hand clasped around hers your only half listening to their conversation annoyed that like in your previous life moms always get caught in conversation with their friends forgetting their little one's wines to go home.
Boredly, you scan the path around you, you take notice that your moms' friend lives really close to the wall
the wall that is just tall enough where you can see the tops of debilitated houses and hear the muffled noises of life on the other side.
But Your gaze is drawn away from the wall when you detect movement from the corner of your eye as someone turns the corner and begins walking towards you.
There's no way
Walking past you is a younger version of Rudo's adoptive dad Regto. His coat is white too, but it is the kind white, the white that doesn't hurt to look at.
You like to think that shows he's a kind person
Regto noticing you're staring stops and waves at you a goofy smile spread across his face. You lift your free hand in response waving back at him a similar smile on your face.
Regto is visibly younger which means Rudo must be around your age too!
your ecstatic that means you can become friends with Rudo and possibly even prevent Regto's death! and all the horrible stuff that'll happen to Rudo
Your mother glancing down at you notices you're looking away from her and follows your gaze to Regto.
she sees him in his off white and tattered clothes and assumes she know everything about him that just because he's from the bad side of town, he's a bad guy that just because he was born in filth means he's filthy
But you know better, you know you are not where you came from and who your parents are.
She immediately freezes up squeezing your hand tighter and begins to usher you away from the man she views as dangerous.
Her friend spotting Regto spits a curse at him as she follows after your mother something about him being a pdf and how you shouldn't be trying to get a little girl's attention.
Regto smile fades as he watches your mother drag you away and her friend throw curse after curse at him.
He bows apologetically turning to walk back to the other side of the wall he hadn't meant to cause trouble all he wanted was to be kind.
Your mom quickly pushes you inside her friend's house crouching down to your height and putting her hands on your shoulders.
"(____), you mustn't interact with people like that. They are dangerous"
You want to ask why to understand what makes them so dangerous that just because there different they aren't to be trusted.
The unknown is always what people view as dangerous.
If you don't know someone that's different and don't make the effort to try to know them but still believe they're the monster, then you really should look in the mirror.
Judging a group of people because the cruelest happen to be the loudest is just not fair
One bad apple doesn't mean the rested are rotted.
But instead, you just nod your head it's not worth it to ask questions that you won't understand because you will never understand hating someone just because they are different.
"I wish they'd just stay on their side." your mom's friend scoffs in announce.
"I agree they have their side for a reason." you mom says standing from her crouched position sighing defeatedly.
"Disgusting fifthly has no place over here" your mothers friends spits out a disgusted sneer marring her face.
you want to argue with her to show her she's wrong, but you know that if you do it'll just be chalked up to a stupid child's misunderstanding of the world around them.
A child that doesn't understand right from wrong yet
a delicate innocence you lost long ago
You don't blame them for wanting to come over here you'd want the same if you were born in an unsafe and unkind place when safety is right next store.
Even just for a moment crossing from hell and into heaven would be relieving as if there was a constant screaming and you got earplugs
thinking back, you don't remember weather everyone on the poorer side has access to the rich side or it was just Regto that could cross from side to side. and if so why? why was he the only one that could cross
But you assume the rich can go from either side but choose to stay over here rather than go interact with people they view as lesser.
But you know that if anything you are the lesser of the two groups.
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(this is kinda a short chapter bc Im not sure how to contuine writing for a 5 year old reader but I have a kinda set story ik how u will meet Rudo ik how you will end up on the ground and a few other things but I wont say yet :D)