Listen to your heart.
Everybody said, since his childhood that he had talent. And that he's wasting it in such a little village that was his home. But Izaya didn't care about it. As long as he was a child, he didn't care about fame.
He changed his mind, when his father died, and he turned out to leave his family with several debts that they hadn't the money to pay. Then his mother begged him to find a job.
But who would employ an 19-year-old who had just finished high school with mere grades and that had no special talents? Well, not many in his village. So he searched job in the villages nearby. And luckily got one. In a silver mine, not so far away from his home, so he mustn't waste the money for transport.
So spading became his everyday routine. Gradually with the years he was better at it. And the newcomers treated him as a professional worker with a natural talent for spading. But he didn't care about that. For him, the most important was to pay the debt of his father.
At his work, he hadn't any friends. He worked overtime, to earn as much money as possible. That let his family have a good life, and his sisters could finish their school without the need to work themselves.
When he was 21 though, the great situation ended. There were no silver left in the mine, and it bankrupted. His fathers debts weren't completely paid, so he wasted no time in searching a new job. But this time, it was harder. Nobody wanted to employ a guy who was very good at spading, as an office worker.
Coming back from one of these interviews, he noticed an announcement. It said that the talent hunter will come to his village next week. The prize was a contract with a show business company for a year. Payment was unusually high, so Izaya at first was suspicious. But when he checked them at the internet, they seemed to be flawless.
So he signed up for the rehearsal. The question was which talents would he present. He was sure that he couldn't get the contract by showing them his spading. And then he checked the other uses of the term "spading." It was nothing much, aside from the kitchen and chemical industry, which he couldn't reffer, he saw that it was also a way of expressing a very talented card player.
He had a week. And two sisters who could definitely teach him some tricks with the cards.
So he decided for that. He abused the knowledge of his sisters and their friends. And then three days before the rehearsal he remembered something. It was before he even begun school. Everybody was praising him for having such talent. And he remembered his father, teaching him poker, Mau Mau and other tricks and games with the cards. Izaya passed the knowledge to his sisters, before he completely forgot it. Three years at that silver mine didn't make anything better.
But when he woke up, he won all the games that he played with the people that he before loosed to.
Everyone was amazed that he regained his talent, and wished him good luck at the rehearsal.
Everyone, besides his mother. And he noticed that. So when he helped her prepare dinner that day, he asked what's wrong.
"Nothing. It's just... your father was good at spades too. And look how he ended up. I don't want you to be the same." she said, worry clearly heard in her voice.
"Don't worry, mother. I won't be the same as him. Unlike father, I know my limits. So that's why I didn't cross the local cassino, and I never intend to." Izaya said, setting the table for dinner.
"Oh. That's great. I though that you would like to avenge him and get the money back. But you are definitely more reasonable than him. I'm glad. But I also fear that the talent hunter won't like it. And then... you'll waste yourself." his mother said, worry still controlling her voice.
"You'll never know unless you try. But even if I fail, I'll try to find a job anyway. Dad's debts ain't completely paid, and I don't want to leave Mairu and Kuriri with that." Izaya said, placing the last knife on the table.
"Alright. Now, can you please call the girls to the dinner? I don't want them to eat it cold." his mother said, relief overtaking her.
(A/N: Hi! This is another fill for the kink meme. Now I have the urge to make Shizuo the debt collector xD But he won'r be that and I'll follow the prompt. Umm Feedback is Loved! And more rewievs makes feeds this story → quicker update.)