This is my first Shizaya fnfiction!
I know the characters are OOC but that was what I was kinda going for in this, sorry!
Also I apologize so if my grammar in this isn't that well but I tried. I'd love it if you R&R, I might continue this, depending on the reviews and how well you guys like it! (^_^*)
Warnings: Child abuse, non-graphic rape, mpreg and maybe smut in later chapters!
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara!
Life for Orihara Izaya was never an easy one, when he was little his parents where always the type to fight, go out partying and getting high most of the time. Leaving their infant son home alone and neglected half the time. How he survived was still a surprise to him.
But as life went on Izaya had slowly taught himself the basics of taking care of himself and the household. Never having his parents around, he had to cook, clean and do all the shopping himself.
By the time Izaya was ten years old his parents had died in a drug deal gone wrong, leaving Izaya to be put in an orphanage and not much changed there, he still had to defend for himself because there was so many kids and little help around the house he stayed in.
That was where he had learned to fight and stick up for himself, because being as small as he was. He was just an easy target for bullies. So by the time Izaya was thirteen, he was finally being adopted into what seemed as a loving home. His new father seemed nice enough, he also seemed little lonely.
The first night he was there, his father told him all about his wife who had died a few months ago. He spoke about how they had always wanted to adopted, how his wife had always wanted a child but could never have any of her own. He spoke about how lonely it was without her and Izaya couldn't help but to smile as he listened as he went on about her for hours.
Oh he would have loved to meet her; she seemed so lovely and caring. He bet she would have made a great mother and Izaya already felt at home there.
That night he had gotten one of the best sleeps he had in so long, he didn't have to wake up because of other kids yelling or disturbing him in any other way.
Things were great for the first couple of months, Izaya was finally happy. He finally had a home he felt safe in a family; he was going to school on a regular basses, even made a few new friends.
It was around the third month when it all started happening, his father came home drunk for the first time ever, ranting about how much he missed his beloved wife and Izaya tried everything in his power to calm the man down, to tell him things would be okay and that he wasn't alone anymore.
The next thing he knew he was on the floor and his cheek was stinging from where he had just been backhanded, he looked up at his father with teary eyes not knowing what he had did to provoke him. He thought he was being helpful, he just wanted to help.
Izaya had scrambled to his feet and ran up to his room, only to lock himself in there for the rest of the night because he didn't want to burden to his father anymore than he already had. But little did Izaya know that was only the beginning of things.
After time went on, his father started to come home drunk more often, ranting about his dead wife and how he hated his life because it was too hard, especially now that he had a kid to care for. Most nights he would be yelled at for not having dinner ready when his father got home because Izaya was so focused on homework he barely had time for cooking. This usually led into yelling which only led into beatings, sometimes to the point he could barely walk the next day.
As the beatings continued and became a daily thing, Izaya was slowly losing himself again. His good life had only lasted three months, three lousy months and now he was back into a place that only caused him pain and he hated it.
He grew quieter over the past couple of months, pushing away his friends because he didn't want them to start asking questions and he was already warned about telling anyone and Izaya didn't want to make his new father mad; well madder than he usually is. He didn't want to be sent back to an orphanage, he didn't want to lose his family not again!
So he listened to his father and stayed quiet, besides if a few beatings were all it took to keep his family. Then he would keep his mouth shut and take the beatings with pride, besides he understood his father was just stressed and couldn't control his anger half the time especially when he's intoxicated. As years past, Izaya's grades dropped and the beatings only got worse.
By the time he was sixteen years old, Orihara Izaya had learned to keep himself mostly distant from others at school. But somehow three managed to squeeze their way into his life, being Kishitani Shinra, Kyohei Kadota, and last but not least Heiwajima Shizuo. But as Izaya liked to call him, Shizu-chan!
He actually loved his little group; not that he'd ever admit that to them. But he loved waking up every morning to be greeted at the school gates by the three of them, Shizu-chan being as grumpy as ever to see him each morning. He loves that he is the only one that can tick off the protozoan to no end without even trying, he can just flash a playful smirk and Shizuo vain is about ready to pop out of his head. But as much as the two fight, strangely they still somehow consider themselves as 'friends'. But by the middle of their second year in high school him and Shizuo started to become more as a couple then just friends.
Their little chases were fun and all, but Izaya preferred it when they would hide out on the school roof during school hours making out till their lungs practically screamed for air. They never went any further then a blow job, of course they wanted too but both of them agreed to wait till the right time. Because Izaya wanted his first time to be special and Shizuo understood that.
So over the past couple months, Izaya had grew much happier and content with his and Shizuo's relationship, the only time he ever really had any trouble was when Shizuo noticed a bruise or scar that he hadn't covered well enough and started to ask questions, which Izaya would lie and make up some story about how he fell and how clumsy he was, which Shizuo didn't believe in the slightest bit but dropped it seeing as Izaya wasn't going to tell him anytime soon.
Izaya knew that this was as good as his life was ever going to get, but what he didn't think was that his life could get any worse then it already was. But he was obviously mistaken.
As soon as the last day of school came for summer break, Izaya was parting ways with his friends, he and Shizuo walked off together with their hands linked together, not yet wanting to part ways. Izaya walked as slow as possible because he didn't want to go home, he wanted to stay here with his Shizu-chan. He felt safe in the blonds arms, knowing Shizuo would never truly hurt him; or so he liked to believe. He could already feel his body tense up as he neared his house, glancing up to look at Shizuo with a weak smile. "Guess I'll see you later?" he whispered, before glancing back at his house for a brief second only to feel himself being forced to look at him, "see ya flea" he said before connected their lips with a huff, before Izaya stood there watching Shizuo head toward his house.
Izaya stood there for a minute to only clench to his books tightly and making his way into the house. He slid off his shoes and made his way to the living room, "I'm home," he called out as he looked at his father who was sitting on the couch, glass of scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"You're late," was all his father said before putting down his glass and motioning for Izaya to come closer, Izaya hesitantly stepped closer.
"I'm sorry, I was just walking around after school and lost track of time." He mumbled, clenching tighter to the books in his hands. His father chuckled, a cold chuckle that Izaya was all too familiar with.
"Lost track of time huh? Were you with that boyfriend of yours again?" he asked, looking up at his son. "Didn't I tell you to come here straight after school today?" The man asked harshly, standing up from where he was sitting.
"Shizuo.. h-he was j-just walking me.. me h-home is all.." Said Izaya as he was nearly stumbling over his words as he felt his books being knocked from his hands, "Doesn't excuse the fact I gave you a specific time to be home and what do you do, go off and fuck your boyfriend and disobey my rules!" The man yelled in a harsh tone, but Izaya couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I-I.. I didn't- we n-never!" he managed to say, that was when his hair was yanked and pulled till his face was brought so close to his fathers he could smell the strong alcohol on his breath.
"Don't you dare fucking lie to me! I know what you and that boy do, I'm not stupid. I was a teenager once, I know how teenagers are!" said man yelled, striking the boy across the face and sending him toward the ground.
"Fucking pathetic, I regret even making you apart of this damn family. No wonder your real family didn't want you," he scowled, sending a harsh kick to Izaya's stomach and watched as the boy curl up trying to protect himself from the harsh blows and all Izaya could repeatedly mumble was how sorry he was. Because god he wished he could be better, he's tried so hard to be the perfect child for his father but everything he's done seems to fail and make his father even angrier. The man chuckled once more, "truly pathetic."
And with that he sent one last kick toward the teen, before he pulled him up by his hair and pulling him up the stairs. "Things are going to start changing around here boy," he spoke, dragging him into his room and tossing him onto the bed roughly.
"Wha-" he gasped as he landed on the bed, watching as his father closed the door behind them and locked it so Izaya wouldn't try to run. It wasn't long before he felt his father on top of him, straddling his waist and pinning him against the bed. Izaya of course started to struggle and put up a fight, especially once the kiss upon his neck. "Things are defiantly going to start changing around here," he whispered into Izaya's ear before biting at it. This causing Izaya to whimper.
"I-I.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.." Izaya begged. "I won't be late again, I promise.. I-I'll come straight home next time." He cried out, not able to stop himself. He knew what was going to happen and he didn't want that, he loved his father yes; but not in that way. He wanted to be a real family, one that was happy and cared for each other, but not like this. God he didn't want this, he didn't want this at all. What had he done to deserve this?
He wanted Shizu-chan to be his first, he wanted him to be the one to take his virginity not his father! At that thought, he couldn't help but let the tears fall. He was betraying his beloved, how was he suppose to look Shizuo in the eyes after this? To tell Shizuo that he wasn't his first? Izaya tried to suppress a sob as he felt his clothes slowly being taken off one after the other.
He began to think back, he thought he had been good over the years, he never spoke of the beatings, he always made sure dinner was ready on time, cleaned up and even made sure he was never late when it came to his curfew. Hell he tried being the perfect son, so why was he being punished? Because he messed up once the first time in years? It just wasn't fair!
That night Izaya had lost his virginity, that night being the first night he had ever really cried himself to sleep. But it wouldn't be the last time he does, every night since summer break had started. He would find himself in a daily routine, wake up, cook breakfast, shower, clean the house, make dinner, wait for his father to get him, and once they're done eating, Izaya was to wash up and wait for his father in his room. After his father is done with him for the night, it takes Izaya an hour to finally calm down and stop the tears before he's finally able to fall asleep just to repeat the process the next day.
All summer he hadn't once talked to any of his friends, not even Shizuo, he ignored their calls and didn't even bother answering the door when they came over knocking on it. Izaya couldn't face them, not after the disgusting things he was forced to do.
By the time school rolled back around, Izaya was more exhausted than ever. He thought it was just because of his father working him too hard and him barely getting any sleep at night because of the fact he couldn't stop crying.
The morning had come for him to get ready for school; he had gotten out of bed and dressed himself the fastest his aching muscles could. Making his way downstairs to get breakfast ready before his father woke up; once he was done he set the table and left for school.
Once he had gotten there, his gaze landed on a certain blond standing there looking pissed as ever as soon as he saw him. Shizuo stomping over toward the raven angrily, "Oi the hell have you been? I called you non-stop all summer and not once did you pick up. What the hell gives flea?!" yelled the blond. "Did you forget we had plans this summer? Why the hell didn't you call me back?" he asked irritated and Izaya just gave him the biggest fake smile he could muster.
"Sorry Shizu-chan, but I do have a life that doesn't always revolve around you, y'know?" giggled Izaya, taking Shizuo by surprise.
A/N: Sorry if it's kind of short, remember to R&R and I'll be sure to update as soon as I can!
~Until next chapter~