For All We've Lived
By: AtomicKokoro
Storyline
One hundred Kida x Saki fanfictions, just for you. Well, maybe only five or six, but still. Cute, fluffy, and hopefully adorable. From the darkness of the past to the light of the future, this couple will do anything to stay together.
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Before You Read
Don't ask where I got the list. Seriously, look up A Hundred Word Challenge or something and you get lists. It's kind of...creepy. Anyways, I've done so many of these before and I kinda never finished them, so don't expect this to be finished. Maybe I'll do it at random times, but not actually finishing it.
Anyways, hope you like it.
On with the story!
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Introduction
When Masaomi Kida stepped off the train from Saitama to Ikebukuro, putting his bags on the ground. There was no one to greet him when he stepped off the train. It was just him and the city now. "Ikebukuro," he whispered. Nothing held for him here. There was no place to go, and no one to see.
He was all alone.
Slowly, but with confidence, he picked up his bags and walked out of the station. It took him a moment to remember the West Gate was East and the East Gate was West, then quickly stopped, spun, and walked the other way.
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Saki Mikajima was an orphan. She was lonely, depressed, and desperate need of someone. Someone else. The only one who ever came to her aid as she was about to leap from a building top was a charming, dashing young man who, unfortunately, was ten years older than her: Izaya Orihara.
"You can jump," he said. "or, in exchange for your help, I will find someone to love you."
The man was a charmer. A snake charmer. A voice of lethal promise, but with nothing else to believe, she took his hand and followed him home, whether or not he really wanted to help her or not. It gave her a purpose, and she would gladly accept.
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"You are a lot cooler than the rumors say, Masaomi Kida."
Masaomi – the General of the Yellow Scarves at the time – blinked, turned, and stood at the sound of the voice. He looked her up and down; light brown hair, shining gray eyes, fairly pale skin, slightly European, and one hell of a babe if he did say so himself.
The only thing he could do was throw out a charming pick-up and a irresistible smile and pray she would fall for him hard.
In some form of perspective, he did, but it wasn't then she had fallen in love with him. It had been long after, but neither of them knew it until they broke apart.