All The Reason In Her World
Disclaimer:I do not and will never own Durarara!
Author note: And so, this is my first ever fanfic and I know its NOT anything special.
Please review your thoughts since if this fic as bad as I think I'll stop.
I just wanted to write a FemIzaya and am a gender-bender fan. And I have no idea if Izaya's parents are ever mentioned anywhere.
Prolouge: The reason it all started
The Orihara family was one of those who own a company for two generations. The company had been stable for some time now but the president could see that depending on the next head of the company it will either crumble down slowly, or continue rising. And that was why he could not let his son inherit the company- Katsu was too reckless. So, he had put in that condition- one without a son cannot inherit the company and one who divorces cannot either.
Little did he know what he had put in motion by including that ONE condition.
Orihara Katsu was extremely happy. Anyone who knew his troubles- that his father had practically announced that he would not get the company, seeing as the doctor had told his wife that chances of her ever having a child is about 5%- would think he had gone mad. But in reality, he had found a way to fulfill his father's condition.
Or so he thought….
"Man, talk about luck… Who had known that my short fling with that Russian secretary would actually save my life?" Nearly a year ago, he had had a steamy relationship with his new Russian business partner's secretary when she had stayed a few months in Japan to investigate if the company was trustworthy. Yesterday, she had called to tell him that she's going to having his child this month. And she wanted a deal- pay me enough and I might just give up the BOY.
Of course, he had not realized exactly how intelligent the Russian was….. And her shocking scheme.
A week later an extremely unlucky child was born, one whose fate was twisted even in the womb.
Three weeks later, Orihara Katsu and his wife Mari was finally receiving their new child- Orihara Izaya.
Mother and child had flown in a week ago from Russia. The mother had insisted that she will ready all the legal documents, including a DNA test proving the child to be Orihara Katsu's. But in return she wanted to be allowed to keep holding onto her baby until she got back on the plane again.
Now, at Narita airport, they have finished exchanging the documents and the money, and the mother was holding her baby tight with teary eyes. The call for all passengers to get on board was resounding, but she wasn't budging an inch. She waited and waited, mumbling to her baby in Russian, until Katsu was starting to wonder if she was actually trying to miss her flight on purpose. Suddenly, she just shoved the baby to Mari and ran on board, without even looking back.
"Guess its natural, no mother likes to part from her baby, no matter how much money she gets."
Katsu mumbled to his wife, and hurried back home with the child. He had a lot to do, after all he must take these documents to his father tonight. Good thing the baby had his jet black hair, no one would suspect his being half Russian even if his skin is a bit too white compared to others.
"Nanny, will you be needing anything else for Izaya-kun? I'm going shopping in the evening." Mari asked the woman who had been hired to take care of the baby.
"No, ma'm, but may I ask why you call the baby GIRL Izaya-kun? She's too cute for that name."
"What DO you mean, it's a BOY!"
"I changed her diapers just now so I'm pretty sure that's a girl.''
Speechless, Mari ran to the baby's crib to make sure and almost had a heart attack.
The baby slept on, oblivious to what would happen next. She didn't know she had a trickster of a mother, who had planned all this just to get rid of her. She didn't know her father would decide to have her raised as a boy, since all the fake papers her mother had made would allow him to inherit the company as long as no outsider except the nanny knew the truth. She didn't know that she would never get a doll to play with, never get to wear clothes of any colour besides black, brown, white and navy blue, she could never want to be a princess. Worst of all, she didn't know she would never be loved by her parents.
And she didn't know that ten years later, her mind would be so scarred that she would decide by herself to hide her gender from the world.
Or twenty years later, she would be one of the most hated persons in Tokyo.
She didn't know, so she slept on, peacefully, and smiled a little in her sleep.