Ok, I really wanted to redo this story and get back to finishing it. One because i just really want to get it all down before i forget the good stuff and two i have more of this plot planned out than Bridging the Gap so yeah :'D

I've gone through and added stuff to the late chapters. Basically done a rewrite.

Update 5-20-16, I now have two friends helping me edit this Fanfic!

Warnings

This Fanfic includes the following.

Angst, Smut, Rape, Child rape, Character death, Child death, Abuse, Kidnapping, Gender Bending and pregnancy

If any of this makes you uncomfortable please do not continue.

Chapter one
Not what he wanted

In a hospital, there's usually rejoice after the birth of a child. A celebration of a new life. But tonight there is no celebration. There are no cries of joy. Because along with the birth of a new-born baby girl, with eyes bright red and a small tuff of hair black as ravens feathers;

there had also been two deaths.

The red-eyed child had lost her brothers. Both had died from complications during birth, leaving her the sole survivor. The first born, but least wanted by her father.

Most parents treasure their last surviving child after grieving the loss of another. But not her parents. Or rather, not her father.

The baby lay in her bed sound asleep as her father paced the room, anger radiating off of him.

"Please, say something." the mother said in worry as she lay in bed resting from the delivery. The father scoffed;

"Oh, like what?" He asked, facing her while moving his arms dramatically.

"I don't know. Anything!" She demanded from him, sighing.

"Oh, well then let me ask you a question," He said moving closer, shoving his hands in his pockets. "What is it?" He asked, a false humor on his face.

She looked confused.

"Wha-what do you mean?" She asked, shifting in her bed confused and nervous at the already visible anger beneath his false smile.

"THAT!" He roared, his voice booming as he pointed at the baby laying in the hospital crib. "What the hell is it?" He growled, causing the baby to whimper softly.

"Our baby," she said as her confusion increased. He had been so excited when their babies were to be born. But now he was so angry. "Why are you-" He banged his fist into the side of the wall to interrupt her and strode across the room, drawing near to her and throwing his arm in her direction. He shook his hand from side to side.

"No, no. I think you know damn well what I asked, and why I'm pissed off!" He yelled, causing the baby girl to begin crying. "What. Gender. Is. It?" he said, slowly narrowing his eyes with anger as his chest puffed up, his face reddening with the violent emotions surfacing from within him.

She shifted in the bed, growing more anxious the closer he approached and growing worried that he'd become physical. She answered carefully.

"It's a girl," she replied, and swallowed heavily as she sat up straighter. Why was she so scared of him? He wouldn't dare do anything in a hospital. In such a public place. If she let him treat her this way now, he would only get worse later on. She straightened herself confidently and cleared her throat, "You of all people should know this. You were not only there at the birth of our daughter, but you knew we were to have a daughter and two sons after my ultrasound."

"Yes! But where are those two boys we were told we'd have?!" He raged again. He then unexpectedly grabbed her shoulders hard, easily bruising her as he shook her violently. "In the fucking morgue! You know why? Because of that- that- monster! That THING killed our boys!" The baby gave a shrill cry, as if protesting her father's sudden roughness with her mother.

"She did no such thing!" The mother shouted, righting herself as quickly as she could. Anger filled her voice and firmed her face. "How dare you say such a thing about our child!"

"How dare I?" He asked, moving a hand to his chest in mock offense. "How, dare, I?!" He repeated loudly. "How dare you!" She looked baffled, mouth agape as he continued, "I am your husband! You are to treat me with respect, woman!" he snapped, causing the baby behind him to cry even louder. "If I say that that thing killed my boys, then it did!"

"She did no such thing." The mother growled, "She had nothing to do with their deaths and you know that!" She said, ready to continue but yet again interrupted.

"Oh, yes she did! You heard the doctor: her ambilicol cord was wrapped around one of our sons' necks, choking him! She killed him! And the other-"

"Died because he was so small!" She snapped, "Our daughter had nothing to do with their deaths. It was all accidental. She had no control over what happened, nor did anyone in that operating room!" She sobbed at the last word, no longer able to control her anger and grief.

"Bullshit! I don't care what you say. I want that thing gone! Put it up for adoption- I don't want it!" he declared aggressively, his face turning beet-red with anger as he flung his arm back threateningly at the crying infant.

"They won't let us!" she managed through her sobs, "And neither will I! Now she's our daughter whether you want her to be or not, and I'm not letting you take her away from me! If you want her gone so badly, then she'll go, but if that's the case then I'm going with her!" She shouted, getting up from the bed and moving quickly over to the wailing infant to calm her with a concerned, loving expression on her face as she lifted her from the crib, bringing the crying baby girl close to her chest, rocking her side to side; easing her daughter back into an innocent slumber.

Her husband's chest inflated with anger, his face burning red as he stormed to her side. In response to her kindness towards the baby, the father grabbed a fist full of the mother's hair. She screamed in both surprise and pain at his sudden abuse. She kept a tight hold on her baby as he yanked her head hard, pulling her to his face as he spoke through clenched teeth.

"Fine. We'll keep it, but as long as I am the head of this family it will be brought up as a boy. If you so even as much as WHISPER a feminine pronoun to that THING, I will kill you BOTH." With his words, he let go of her hair and shoved her head away with a force that made her stagger back against the wall.

The baby began crying again at her mother's tears and distress.

"O-ok," she stammered voice breaking and her body trembling with fear as she raised a hand to rub her throwing scalp. "Wh-what, um, what, um, do you want to name he-HIM! What do you want to name him?" She asked softly, quickly correcting herself. Her trembling hand holding tightly to her baby.

"Izaya." He said, his voice stern after a moment of silent thinking.

"A-Alright, h-his name is Izaya." She said voice trembling still, her long fingers moving across her baby's soft face.

"I'll tell the doctors to change the certificate. " He said as left the room, taking his dark energy with him, slamming the door behind himself.

The woman took a heavy shaky breath, her hands trembling once more as Izaya began whimpering from the loud noise.

"I-It's ok little one, my baby girl. It's alright. Shh... Shh..." She said softly, "Oh my poor baby girl, I'm so sorry. I'll do what ever I can to keep you safe." She whimpered, her own eyes beginning to well with tears. "We'll be ok, we'll be o-o-ok," She started crying, her body shaking from her sobs as she slid to the floor, slumped against the wall. She pulled her baby to her chest, crying for her and her daughter's safety.

End

John: Alot darker and more dramatic from my last wright of this I will say!I feel it'll really help with the mothers (Kyouko) character later in the story.

Kyouko: Yes I do like the fact you've given me more emotions. I felt so bitter before...

Shriou: I feel like more of an asshole than before.. I LIKE IT

John: Of course YOU would.. anyway, I hope you all enjoy the new chapter and the rewrite!