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You stared at the sky, the warmth of the sun settling on your skin as the clouds protected you from the abusive light emanating from the burning star.
Today was a nice day for you; the landscape of Meteor City seemed prettier than usual, and the wind didn’t carry the trash scent as heavily as usual.
Yeah, today was better than the other days.
You kept walking to the outskirts of the city. As you went further and further from the center, you noticed the trash slowly increasing in number, not that it was a sight you were unaccustomed to, after all, you had seven years to adapt yourself to the meteor city and its surroundings. You closed your eyes.
Seven years indeed…
A sigh escaped your lips as you kept walking, thoughts and memories of you before and after your arrival playing in your mind.
It had started just like any of those transmigration stories you loved reading and were well used to.
Back then, you were still a teenager, more exactly a thirteen-year-old one, a thirteen-year-old teenager addicted to the internet. Your main hobby was to be on your phone or computer, thriving in the culture of brainrot, memes, and so on. Your parents, two successful lawyers, as present as they were in your memories, never actually spent time with you as you grew up. Too busy was what they would say before leaving for some business you couldn’t fully comprehend from the top of your small brain.
Once you turned ten, they gave you a phone, under the pretext of keeping in contact with you, since they managed to become even busier.
That stupid, thoughtless gift eventually turned into an addiction rapidly after receiving it, as you turned to love exploring the internet without any restrictions! And of course, it led you to all kinds of dark sides of the big spider web, pushing you to grow insensitive to things a ten-year-old shouldn’t be insensitive to.
By twelve, you would have experienced all the trauma that any child with unrestricted internet access would have.
So yes, a year later, you had turned into a brain-rotted, hypersexual girl without any friends and spent all of your free time bed rotting, something that should have alerted your parents as you thought about it, but it hadn’t been the case, to your younger self's utmost happiness.
You’d eventually developed a serious case of constant day dreaming, making up for the lack of affection by fantasizing about fictional character loving you and cherishing you dearly, and surely the ‘x Reader’ fanfiction only worsened the thing, but you were just so happy to live in that little mind of yours, you couldn’t had cared less.
Of course, you’d also develop an interest in manga and anime, leading you to often hyperfixate on a show or character you’d particularly enjoyed.
And so, after watching Hunter X Hunter for the first time, your brain decided to fully focus all its interest on Feitan.
Eventually, that obsession led you to another countless white nights reading all kinds of ‘fics on Ao3, featuring the subject of this obsession and you as his lover. As you read work after work on the quite shady website, you stumbled on what was, back then and maybe still right now, a pure masterpiece, which managed to make you fall in love with the fictional man.
The name had been “Fanfiction got it WRONG”, even after all this time, you still remembered it, a soft smile appearing on your lips as you thought fondly of the work of literature that had kept you awake that night. It had been at least your hundredth fanfiction about Feitan back then, and it had changed your world view in the span of a few hours.
The author had portrayed Feitan as that shy and soft romantic, of course, he’d still be that sadistic psycho that the fandom knew and loved, but they would manage to cleverly add this layer to his character, which made your thirteen-year-old brain reboot to look at the second of the Phantom Troupe in another light. By the end of the digital book, you would remember yourself flushed, heart beating rapidly, and your stomach filled with butterflies as you mourned the lack of ending and the obligation to wait for an update. That night, or morning, you should say, you went to sleep fantasizing about the possibility of waking up to Hunter X Hunter and living that romance with your favorite character.
And well, that stupid, how so foolish wish got granted…
Just like in the fic you had read the night prior, you woke up face down in the dirt, your body painful everywhere, it was like a tow truck had run over you. You had rolled on your side to be immediately assailed by the light of the blazing sun. For a moment, you had stayed here, wondering if it was some kind of dream, but the aching inside of your body made sure you wouldn’t mistake yourself. Confusion filled your brain as you sat down, the movement causing you to grunt lowly. Slowly gaining back the ability to make that brain of yours function properly, you looked around the place, noticing piles of trash everywhere, making you wince as you finally registered the smell. The place was particularly dry,
Kind of like a desert, you could perceive a city in the far east of your location, and then it immediately clicked.
You had been isekaied.
Just like those fanfictions you just had read.
In Hunter X Hunter.
More exactly, at the one and only, Meteor city…
Yeah, you were utterly fucked.
As delusional of a girl you were, you prided yourself on your realism and pragmatism. Surely you spend half your time living in your head, but idiotism did not come with it.
You happened to be a thirteen years old, girl, who just transmigrated in one the most dangerous places of the world you just arrived in.
Yeah, you didn’t give yourself more than a week here.
Dead.
That’s what you will be in a week, you had thought. But in the end, you couldn't have been more wrong.
Lucky you...