It was bound to happen at some point she assumed. The moment where she'd be forced to run away from her life, clinging onto whatever she could carry as she fled the empty shell of what remained. Her brother had died earlier that week and her parent wouldn't be able to return to Japan as her sister-in-law needed help now. She could scarcely remember her brother's face, but his voice. That's what had kept her going after his marriage. She was ten at the time and he was twenty. He had married his highschool sweetheart, who had moved to Japan from America. He was too young. That was what her mother had said.
That wasn't the only problem for her though. The bullying in school had gotten worse for her. People had drawn cruel things on her desk, things she couldn't bring herself to speak of and that had sent her spiral into a speedier motion. She didn't even care how late it was, she just wanted to get away from it all. From every memory this world had to offer her. Though, she supposed she shouldn't have ran away with a lunatic on the loose.
Those belongings she held dear to her were the only thing protecting her from the lunatic with a knife in her hands. The smug grin on the would-be-attacker's face was causing her to back up, grasping at whatever lay behind her and suddenly she was falling. "Get a move on!" came the shout and she heard the door slam shut behind her. Kadota was the one holding her, hand against the back of her head, arm gently wrapped around her waist and anger warping together with concern on his face. It was love, she guessed. When that happened, she did not know, but she knew that he was in love.
Then the tears started, pricking the corner of her eyes as she grasped desperately to the shirt he was wearing. A small sniffle then a soft sob shook her tiny frame and soon the tears were pouring down her face. After a moment, she collected herself and managed to look up at Kadota's face, tears still spilling down and glasses foggy. "Thank you," she croaked, her voice hoarse from all that sobbing. I love you, she thought, unable to speak her mind.
But that's okay. Deep down she knew he wanted to say it, too, but for now it was best that they didn't. For now, they only needed the quiet.
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Not so Little, Little Lady
Fanfiction[ A Durarara!! fanfiction ] Ōji is the last person you'd expect to be friends with a group of extraordinary people. After all, Ōji goes to school like any normal person and spends their days on their phone. So why do they hang out with them? Let's t...
