This is my first Shizaya fanfiction attempt.. .w. I have done many Shizaya roleplays xD it's my OTP haha
But again this is my first Shizaya fanfiction, but I've had this in my mind for MONTHS and decided to go ahead and do it.
I do not own Durarara (Drrr) or any of its characters despite gender bends and characters background being changed...
Little warning at first the chapters will be small and will start off from Izaya's birth. But I thought it would be better to start it there then to start it off much later and every one being like 'dafuq is going on?' xD
And I promise that the chapters will be getting longer. Hopefully 1,000 to 2,000 a words.
I hope.
So enjoy them while they are short haha. X3 oh and please, if you have not finished Durarara do not read. I'v seen it all and am picking up after the end of the show (once I get past Izaya's childhood) I don't want to be blamed for 'spoiling' anything for anyone.. Thank you.
Chapter one
Not what we wanted.
It was dark, eyes closed. Slowly the new born infant breathed. Trying to sleep; But it was impossible. There was so much tension in the air after her birth.
A mother lay in her bed, brown eyes hovering over the baby wrapped in pink blankets.
The father, he stood in the middle of the room, he had his own brown eyes on it as well.
"What is that?" the man asked, voice filled with disgust.
"A baby." she said. "Our baby..." she said. Her own voice seemed emotionless, or did it hold back a bitter-ness?
"..What gender is it?" he asked after a moment's silence, his narrowed eyes moving to his wife.
"It's in pink... What do you think?" she snapped.
"So it's a girl…" he said "Great." He huffed slapping his arms at his sides. "Just great!" he huffed again.
Both of them stayed quite. The baby cooed then whimpered, seeming to notice the emotion coming off her father.
"This is your fault." He said turning to his wife.
"My fault!?" she snapped sitting up. "How is this, my fault?" she growled.
"You carried it for nine months!" he growled, the raise in his voice scared the infant making her cry softly at first before growing louder as her parents voices grew louder.
"You gave me the sperm with the girl in it!" she retorted angrily.
"Well, I didn't choose her! I didn't want a 'girl' I wanted a son; you know a 'boy'!"
The baby began to wile loudly.
"So did I!" she shouted over the baby.
"Well, just get rid of it then!" he roared. "Throw it up for adoption I don't want it! Or shut it up!" he growled annoyed pointing at the kid.
"They won't let us!" she growled getting up from the bed and moving over to the wailing infant and picked her up, rocking her from side to side; and slowly she began to become quiet.
"Why the hell not? It's our kid isn't it!?"
"They said that there wasn't enough room for any more kids in the damn orphanage. Plus they won't let us since both of us are alive." She groaned looking away.
He huffed heavily. "What are we going to name it?" he asked, running fingers through his hair.
"I don't know.. I never took the time to think of any girl names." She grumbled patting the baby's bottom in a soothing motion.
". . Izaya." He said.
"That's a boy's name." she said narrowing her eyes.
"So?"
". . Alright, her name's Izaya." She said looking down at the infant as she opened her red eyes.
"We'll raise her as a boy. It's the closets we can get to a boy until later." He huffed.
She nodded.
End of chapter one.