Izaya's Fears and Disorders.

Pathological fear (A fear that can not be reasoned out of or explained): Claustrophobic Spaces.

Disorders (Somthing either mentally or physically wrong): Borderline Personality Disorder, Acousticophobia

Phrases: (Words or sayings that may upset or cause panic): "Are you scared?"

Will be added too as things progress.

Chapter Three

Is This What A Girl Looks Like?

Izaya Orihara

Age: 6

Eye Color: Red

Hair Color: Black

Gender: Female

On a Saturday mornings just like this, Shriou would get up early in the morning and leave for work. While Kyouko would stay at home. It was their one day they had together. Kyouko would use this day to treat Izaya like she always wanted to. With love. She'd take the chance to do thing with her. Mother and daughter things.

Today she was promised makeup. Her mother had purchase Izaya a long curly black wig for Izaya to wear while she wore make up for the first time. To let her see how she would look the day she could come out as a female. Her mother always promised that one day Izaya could be her true self. They just had to wait for the right moment for it too happen. Or at least the right moment to set everything in motion to bring them one step closer.

Izaya was already dressed. Black jeans that hugged to her legs and a long sleeved shirt with a small turtle neck. It was the closest thing she had to feminine clothes. Her father protested to anything feminine in Izaya's room. He even had her scream for hours to strain her voice and make it seem more masculine. Even at a young age he deemed it necessary. To keep anyone from 'seeing the truth'.

But today that was exactly what was going to be seen. Even if it was restricted to just her mother's eyes and her own. With that thought in mind, Izaya poked her head out of her room. Waiting for the sounds of her father leaving.

As if right on que, Izaya heard the jingle of keys and the front door opening and closing shut behind him as he left. Her smiled went from ear to ear at that sweet sound of his car starting and pulling from the drive. It was like great music being played and she waited every Saturday to hear it's sweet sound.

With that she darted out her room the wig in her hand and her bare feet padded against the cols tile of the house. She made her way through the kitchen and to the tall white doors of her parents room. Her mother would still be sleeping. She studied for long hours last night. She worked as a doctor. Or at leat she was studying to be one. Somthing about wanting to help people. Izaya wasn't really sure. Her mother would always cry when Izaya tried to ask. So she stopped and just decided to go with the wanting to help people. It was reason enough.

The doors opened easily, and quietly. Not a sound was made as she slipped passed her sleeping mother and into her bathroom. She wanted to surprise her mom. She'd seen her do make aplenty of times, enough to know the basics. She cracked the bathroom door closed. Just enough to keep sounds out and keep her hidden until she was done.

With the help of some staked magazines, Izaya was able to reach her mother's purse and pick out the makeup she wanted to use. Izaya shoved her short hair into the wig cap she had stuffed into her pocket and then flipped her head forward as she slid the wig on. It took a few attempt but soon it was in place and looked natural.

Even though the wig was a simple start, she already looked like a girl. Her natural female features stood out and we're framed by the proper placing and parting of the wings strands. She couldn't wait to see the make up one and the look on her mother's face. Maybe this time she'd cry because she was happy.

With a short nod to herself Izaya made quick work of placing the makeup on. Piece by piece and layer by layer she made her femininity stand out. All that was left was the blush. A small bit would help higher her cheeks and make her work a masterpiece and she'd show her mother with great joy. But as she reached for the small container, the magazines slipped, her knees buckled and her body swayed. Her red eyes grew wide as her body began to fall back, only it didnt hit the groud. She was caught.

Strong arms wrapped around Izaya's front and lifted her from the ground. Parental instincts kicking in and pulling the child close, she was rested on a waist. But this waist didn't belong to her mother. Nor did the strong hands that held her safe. Izaya's head turned slowly as her eyes met with a matching pair of her fathers. The one trait she got from him. Those blood red eyes.

Her breath got caught her her throat, the small container of blush hitting the floor, blush powder flying in the air and coating the floor and walls. The sound lasted forever, as did this moment. But all Izaya could think of was the fact he was holding her in such a protective hold. The fact that he saved her, and.. that his eyes were filled with love..?

Shriou gained at his daughter. His eyes taking in every inch of her little face. For once he saw beauty. Not a monster but a beautiful little girl that he helped create. It reminded him of his love for his wife and reminded him how excited he was when he found out he was getting a daughter along with sons. He always wanted a big family, two boys to carry on his name and a little girl whom he could protect and cherish for all time.

It the moments that he looked at Izaya, really looked, he couldn't help but wonder amd feel disgusted at why he would ever let himself treat her the way he had been. He would have stayed like this for longer if the box of medicine hadn't fallen out of the bag he could barley hold onto fell out and clattered to the floor. It drew his attention back to reality.. His reality.

That's when every sign of affection left his features. How could he have let himself slip up like that? She was a monster. A murderer. Not a beautiful princess like he'd just let himself think. With that realization Shriou's face cringed with disgust and he pushed Izaya out of his arms. Her small body flew back and hit the floor. Her head making a cracling noise as it hit the hard tile floor. Her vision blurred and everything felt num.. Then pain exploded in her head and woke her from a moment's black out.

Her father grabbed Izaya by the leg and began dragging her too the closet that is her hell, a trail of her blood followed. She wanted to scream, to fight.. but she felt so weak. So in pain that all she could do was let tears fall down her face. The makeup went with her salty tears. The wig skidding off her head as it hit carpet.

She blinked once, her eyes moving to the bed to see her mother scream with fear, but only for a moment as she began coughing and choking. Her face pale and sweat at her temples. She was sick. Izaya then knew why he'd come back. He'd only gone for medicine. If only she'd tuck her head out her bedroom moments sooner she would have heard her father calling in to take care of her mother.

It would have saved her from this.. From the darkness that swallowed her as she finally gave in to the pain and blacked out as her body was thrown into the closet like a rag doll. Only the darkness that swallowed her vision wasnt a black out. It was a seizure. One that lasted too long for Kyouko. All she heard was her daughters body thumping around in the wooden closet, causing more damage to her baby girl.

Kyouko knew that this would cause problems. Izaya may experience seizures her whole life if she stayed in there too long and not tended to properly. But she knew Shriou wouldn't allow Izaya to go to a hospital. Kyouko would have to tend to her daughter alone. With what she'd learned from her books.

End

John: Ahh yes, anther dark ending for my baby :'D this is to explain why Izaya has seizures later in the story.

Shriou: that blood is never gonna come out of that white carpet is it?

Kyouko: GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES AND FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF -throws a bucket of cleaning supplies-