He tried, ######. Izaya worked his hardest to try and earn his parents approval, but they never noticed. No matter what he did, the most he ever got was a curt nod and "excellent, keep up the good work." He just wanted them to focus on him and no one else, if only for a few minutes. After the incident with Shinra, he had been taken into protective custody, and he was expecting that they wouldn't care. But they did, and his father beat him with a cane, and it hurt, and...and they were finally devoting all of their attention to him. It felt amazing to know that he was the only thing occupying their thoughts. Izaya decided that the only way to get their attention was to make them angry, to make them punish him.
Neither his mother nor his father noticed their son drinking several large glasses of water in the evening. Izaya was grateful for that, because if they had they would make him use the toilet before bed-he used to have a bedwetting problem. At the time, he had hated it-so humiliating, waking up to the smell of urine and cold, clammy sheets, having to tell his parents what he'd done...but now that he was older, it would get him in trouble, wouldn't it? Teenagers didn't have accidents, and his parents would be furious if the mattress got stained. The raven-haired boy stayed awake studying long after the rest of his family had gone to bed, feeling the pressure in his bladder escalate, until finally he felt like he'd explode if he didn't get to the bathroom within the next minute.
Izaya slipped into bed and pulled the covers around himself tightly. He rolled onto his stomach, wincing at the pain in his abdomen. Just go, he told himself. Despite how bad he had to go, it was almost impossible to relax his muscles, but he finally managed it. A faint hissing noise came from under the sheets, and Izaya sighed in relief. It felt nice, actually, the warmth gushing out of him and onto the sheets. A puddle spread around his hips as he deliberately pissed his bed, then stopped after almost a minute, leaving him panting and nervous. What if his parents didn't react at all? What if they sent him back to bed, told him to change his pajamas and take a shower without even fully waking up? His face was red as he stepped out into the hall and walked towards their room.
They were mad, alright. He shook his mother awake first, whispering for to get up. "What is it, Izaya...?" A deep breath. "I...had an...a-accident..." She opened her eyes, fumbled for the lamp. When she saw her oldest child standing next to her bed with urine dripping from his pants onto the floor, she was furious. Izaya was fifteen years old! This was ridiculous! She sat up and immediately slapped her son across the face. He gasped, delighted. It worked, it worked, it worked! He giggled quietly as his father stirred awake and rolled over to look at him. The man's lip curled in disgust. "Are you kidding me?" Izaya happily shook his head, and his mother slapped him again. "Wipe that smirk off your face this instant." His father got out of bed and dragged Izaya to his room, then shoved the boys face into the mess he'd made, rubbing his nose in it. He spanked his son with a belt until Izaya began to cry from the pain, then instructed him to keep the saturated garments on until morning.