A/N: I got hit by another DRRR SI idea, after fooling around with a Mika Harima SI, Akane Awakusu SI, and instead I decided that Saki would be a good one to try, as well as working on my skills (or lack thereof at romance). Thus, this is a female reborn as female fic. I'm becoming fond of those lately. There just aren't enough Saki fanfics out there and I want to do her justice. Pairing is Saki X Masaomi, but the OC ironically doesn't like Kida...at first. Now that she knows him personally, however, it's a different story. Expect light, fluffy stuff but a smidgen of dark stuff (Saki's past is filled with sexual abuse and there's the leg being broken shit) But FIRST, we'll have some light fluffy stuff to introduce you to her. Also, Izaya is nicer in this fic but STILL manipulative.

""My heart is and always will be yours." – Jane Austen

Chapter 1: Fragile Flower

Life is not easy. I know that better than anyone.

After all, I have lived more than one life, as impossible as that may be to believe. I know enough about impossible things-and my new life is full of them now to strictly say that I do believe in the impossible. I do believe in the supernatural, in miracles, in ghosts, you know all the stuff silly, impressionable kids believe in. I suppose I never grew up, but is that a problem? Is there something wrong with being naive and wishing for a better tomorrow?

I don't think so. I think, with the right attitude and outlook on life, that you can make things better if you try. Just trying isn't enough, however. I think believing in yourself is one thing, but loving yourself enough to fight for someone else's happiness is an even more powerful thing that can change the world. Lots have changed the world in this way by advocating for peace, love and happiness. So many things have been done and written about the power of love. It's a corny, cliched saying, but I do mean it when I say that falling in love in this new life saved me. I was able to find my way because of a remarkable person who entered my life.

There's only one catch, though-that is that person is someone I thought was fiction-Masaomi Kida. At least, until I died and wound up here as his unfortunate girlfriend, Saki Mikajima. Fate is ironic, right? I hadn't hated Saki as a character-I just didn't care about either her or Masaomi. I found their characters to be boring and bland and their love story to be just as bland. I had preferred Mikado and Anri, to be quite honest.

I didn't really care much about Masaomi as a character, either. To be honest, he was boring, patronizing and I just didn't like him. He was the most annoying character in the story and I just hated reading about him. Saki was all right, I guess.

My name before all this was Amaryllis, like the flower. Blame my past parents for loving flowers and choosing a corny as hell name for their daughter. In my old life, I had a very loving mom and dad who supported me 24/7. Yes, they were gardeners. Yes, they taught me to love flowers, too, and I loved spending time in the backyard, getting dirty. I suited my name very well, I suppose. I was also a bookworm and was very shy around people, but that didn't mean I didn't like talking to people.

I just didn't know how to make friends and keep them. As I went through school, I noticed people didn't seem to want to be my friend for very long. Maybe it was because I was too withdrawn, or the girl who reads too much. But either way, I went through most of junior high alone. I dated one guy throughout high school, only for us to break up because he was seeing someone else.

I was devastated over that, naturally, but I spent my time getting over my heartbreak by reading romance novels or chick lit. I don't care what you think, to me they were an amusing fantasy, one where the girl always got the guy, where they were always happy. I'm not ashamed to say that I wished often that I could have a boyfriend like one of those fictional men. Well, he didn't have to be all buff and muscular, but a guy who loved himself, loved me and supported me was good enough for me.

I went to college and got my degree to get my job as...you guessed it, a florist. Boring job to you, it might be, but I never tired of looking after plants. Plants were so much easier to handle than people. I felt a strange kinship with them. I always got so mad when people brought back plants they'd overwatered or else killed.

Yes, I was a girly girl. No, that isn't a bad thing.

I was proud of it. In a society that told me to be rebellious all the damned time, to go around wearing shorts and as little as possible, I always stuck to the more modest side. I loved dresses, plants, romance, and all kinds of bad, girly things.

I did want to have children. I had never had any siblings.

When did it all come to an end?

It came to an end, unfortunately, because of a simple accident.

I died in a car accident.

I was not at fault. I was watching my own lane, minding my own business, and some idiotic truck driver came smashing right into my car, killing me instantly.

At least my death was painless.

Look on the bright side is what I always say.

Anyway, it didn't take long until I discovered I'd been reborn as a baby, and in the world of Durarara, at that.

My new family was...not nice, at all.

They hit me, screamed at me and my father and siblings even...well, they engaged in some disgusting behavior towards me.

I never knew what abuse felt like until I grew up as Saki.

Not fun.

I spent a lot of time crying, but I tried to make the most of it.

However, that didn't stop them from hurting me, from touching me and doing whatever they could to violate me.

However, that did change when...you guessed it, Izaya came to my rescue.

Now, I didn't see him as a knight in shining armor, I knew what kind of man he was, thanks to cheating past life memories.

I was grateful to him for being saved out of that environment, though, and he provided for me and was almost like an older brother figure.

We did a lot of things together that slowly, allowed me to open myself back up again, just like a plant that has closed its leaves.

I won't say Izaya is the nicest man, but he does have a heart. He's just...very self-centered.

But I'm used to that from him.

I had some other female friends, but they were mostly Izaya groupies.

You know how girls get when it comes to a man and seeing other girls with him.

"Saki, are you in love with Izaya? Don't get in our way!"

Nice. Girls can be so freaking nice.

I said some choice words that left them speechless and walked away.

"Sorry, but I'm afraid I don't have the time to be as vain and shallow as you are. But do continue being so mean-spirited, it does suit you. Excuse me."

Izaya had some words with them after that, but he was surprised that I'd stood up for myself.

I guess he thought Saki was spineless.

He couldn't be more wrong.

I settled into a routine that was semi-normal.

Oh, and I did try to bring plants around, but Izaya kept killing them by forgetting to water them.

"I don't know why you like these things, Saki-chan. They suck and they get water everywhere. Why not get yourself a cat?"

"Plants are easy to take care of, Izaya-sama." I chirped. "How did you forget to water this iris for three whole weeks? I left instructions."

"I didn't notice it until it started wilting." He said in fake sorrow.

"You just don't have a green thumb." I said cheerfully, sadly taking the plant and disposing of it.

"Just don't get dirt on the carpet, it's staying clean as can be." He said.

"Yes, Onii-san," I teased.

He hated when I did that.

"I'm not your older brother." He said, totally not embarrassed.

"But you are!" I said.

"I'm not." He grumbled.

"You are, Izaya-sama." I purred.

"You're as sadistic as I am, Saki-chan." He said.

I laughed.

I knew about his problems with his sisters. They seemed to like me just fine, though.

At least, over the phone. They hadn't yet set foot in his house.

Life was refreshingly normal...however, that was soon to change.

"Saki-chan, I have a favor I'd like to ask you."

I should have known what I was in for the second he asked.

"Yes, Izaya-sama?"

Oh no.

Happy happy, joy, joy. I was to be Masaomi's spy girlfriend.

Watch me spin and twirl for joy.

Oh, but maybe he would grow on me.

Ha, like that would ever happen.

I did as he asked and met Masaomi for the first time.

Looking at him like this, he truly did look like a helpless kid.

Wait, am I feeling bad for him?

No way...what is going on?

"You must be Kida Masaomi, right?" I said, smiling the most fake smile I could manage and extending my hand out to meet his.

"Are you psychic?" He said.

Uh oh, here came the terrible jokes.

Well, actually...actually, he isn't so bad. Although his jokes are really, really terrible.

"Your pickup lines need work." I said, laughing a little.

I was enjoying myself a little bit.

But there was one thing I knew for certain.

I was never, was not going to, and most definitely would never definitively fall in love with Kida Masaomi.

Never.