Izaya as a child

Tap, tap, tap, went the rain, as it made contact with the roof. I watched the thunderstorm from my small, but spotless window.

The yelling had stopped, thank goodness…. My parents had gotten in an argument, I wasn't sure what it was about, I may have been quite intelligent, but I was still only one.

I still didn't understand strange concepts such as anger, though I could experience them. I didn't understand what my parents said when they talked either, but I could guess what they might be trying to say by their expression.

Before my mother had put me to bed, she'd seemed annoyed at my father, so I assumed that there was conflict between them. I couldn't understand emotion, but at the same time, it was natural to understand what emotion was about, or how it affected people, and what expressions represented certain emotions.

Fwoosh! The wind kept blowing, getting louder, and louder. I stared outside, mesmerized, and then, out of nowhere, came the one emotion I couldn't seem to enjoy. Fear. I didn't like the feeling of it. It annoyed me how tears would come from my eyes, and I couldn't control myself. I screamed, and cried, and mother finally opened the door.

"Shh, it's okay, little guy. It's just the wind, calm down." she whispered gently. I looked at her face, but couldn't see her expression. She sounded tired, but I couldn't tell…. I looked at her with my red eyes and thought, will I understand these strange emotions when I'm older?