Kakegurui [One-Shots and Scenarios]

[One-Shot #65] This Place Isn't For You

Kirari x Suicidal Reader

Warning: Suicidal themes such as suicide/death of the reader, and belittling of oneself. You have been warned.

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Y/N, a young girl who goes to the Hykkaou Private Academy, wouldn't describe her world as beautiful, but a dismal color that filled her sight. She hid behind a plastic smile, with poignant eyes that very shine, and permanent scars across her soft skin. She is altruistic, caring for those she loved, but her mental state decreased, and she soon doubted her own actions were worth anything. That if she were to die, people wouldn't flinch at her ruptured and bloody body on the ground, would just walk past without any hint of sympathy. But, she had something she vowed to do before she falls down, and ends her irrelevant life. She blindly walked the empty hallway, coming up to the council door.

She hesitated.

This was her final chance to confess to Kirari, the infamous president inflicting terror to those that look into her electric blue eyes that she adored greatly. With trepidation, she entered, seeing the president at the fish tank, her secretary aware of the timid girl's presence. Kirari glanced at the [color]-eyed girl, a smirk growing on her lips. Sayaka was annoyed, she was enjoying her alone time with the president, but for a reason she couldn't describe; she knew the girl wasn't going to last any much longer. Y/N stood awkwardly, waiting for the president's invitation to speak, but the silence was suffocating to her. She steadily grew anxious, her heart's pulse in her ears that kept her sane.

"You're Y/N L/N." She said, her arms crossed. "I wouldn't expect you here, but I don't think I will be disappointed." She walked over to the sofa, and glanced over at Sayaka. "Mind leaving us for a little while, I'm sure she came here for a bit of privacy." Sayaka studied Y/N, looking at her face, down to her confusing attire that covered her body. "Yes, Madam President." She swiftly passed the girl, her shoes clicking against the floor before silence took its place once again. Kirari gestured for the girl to come closer, holding out a cup of tea. Y/N timidly came closer, taking the cup gently.

"So, what are you here for?" Kirari asked, her legs crossed.

Y/N looked at her, she felt paralyzed. "There is no need to be so tense, L/N."

Y/N jumped a bit at her words, and shook her head. "S-sorry, President."

Kirari tilted her head to the side, her tongue licking her lips, curiously. "I was here to confess something to you. Ever since I've arrived I looked at you differently than anyone before, and I was wondering if you felt the same, P-President." Y/N looked down, waiting for the response.

"Honey, I just met you. My eyes have been elsewhere." Kirari replied.

Y/N's world shattered. "I understand, sorry for being troublesome."

"Hold on a minute now," She towered over you. "But, you seem very interesting, so I may keep you by my side for some time. Unless, you have other plans today."

Y/N dug her nails into her leg. "President, please don't tease me, you don't see me how I see you that is all I needed to know."

Kirari sat back down. "If that is all you wanted, then I guess you can leave."

Y/N got up, her eyes straining to hold back the tears begging to fall. She opened the door, and the sound of it closing echoed in her ears. Sayaka watched your body aimlessly limp itself away from the council room, and she entered back to see Kirari watching the moon. "Sayaka."

She looked up to see Kirari, her hand tightly gripping the teacup. "Come here, let's watch the moon together."

"President, are you okay?" Sayaka asked.

"I am, but you - not after what we will see - maybe not."

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Y/N found herself on the top of the school, her hand to her chest, and tears falling down. Inching ever-so-closely to the edge, dragging her body to stand. Looking down, she held her breath, and walked off without any hint of hesitation. The wind blowing through her hair, until her body touched the ground, and her world went black.

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Sayaka saw the shadow of the body, and knew who it was. Y/N L/N, the girl that lost her soul, and became nothing by dust and memory to those that cherished her. "It was her time, she didn't need to stay in this type of world. She doesn't need to know that everyone was jealous and hated her for what she was. It's all about greed, and she never had that emotion. Too bad, she couldn't see that for herself."

"Why didn't you stop her?" Sayaka asked.

"She doesn't need to live in this world, she doesn't need to give her heart to someone to feel important. How sad it is, Sayaka."

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Wasn't I good enough? Or was I lacking what she wanted to see? For whatever reason that may be, at least I am now at peace. Those people didn't need me, now they can have me off their shoulders.

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"But, I do regret not making her stay with me for a while longer. She was someone I could see hope, but that soon changed over a few months. We shouldn't assume that one person that may come from a good home, cannot fall into just a state. Until then, I hope she isn't bothered by her own self-hatred, or doubt. Now, Sayaka. It is best that you go home."

"Yes, President." Sayaka glanced back. "This is something I have never seen before."

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You are worth so much more than what I can give you, so please hold my hand, and we'll make it together. Don't let go until this journey ends, as another will begin with you in my arms. I wish I could make it go away in a day, but I will stay by your side until you feel complete again.

- Ken