Chapter 2 - Childhood Memory

B.Y.R:

Hey~ So here is the next chapter for my latest story! Look at that! You get to read 2 new fanfic chapters today! I'm soo nice lol Anyway, I hope you like this new story~

"Hey you guys! Wait up!"

A seven year old boy was running out of school to catch up with some of his classmates. He'd heard that one of them was having a sleepover and was inviting everyone to come. As he ran, the group of kids had an uneasy look on their face.

"Hey, I heard that you were having a sleepover party tonight, is that true?"

"Umm...well...no. I was going to have one, but umm...my mom said it wasn't such a good idea."

(He's lying to me... Why do they always lie...)

"Oh ok. Well then I'll see you guys at school Monday."

"Yeah, see ya Izaya."

The group of boys ran away from the small brunet, leaving him behind once again. (They always leave me out of everything... What's wrong with me?) Sighing, little Izaya walked home, all alone. He should be used to this by now, being the odd one out of the group; always left out and never included in anything. But he wasn't. He had hoped someday that he would one day find a friend that wouldn't be afraid of him, wouldn't judge him without knowing the real him. Someone who he could play with and talk to. But that seemed like a distance dream to the little boy. Who was he kidding; no one would ever be his friend. He was an outcast. Tears formed in his beautiful red eyes as he walked down the empty road. Wiping them away, he sniffled as he decided to visit the pier before going home. Living near the ocean was one of his favorite things about his home town; it gave him a place to relax and clear his mind. As he walked towards the white sandy beach, he saw that it was deserted as usual. Most people never have time to sit back and take in the view of the world. Walking on the soft warm sand, he thought about his classmates. How they treated him like dirt, like he wasn't important in this world. He hated them for that, he hated everyone. Tears of sadness turned to frustration as he strolled on the wooden walkway. Reaching the end of the pier, he rested his elbows on the ledge and looked out into the horizon. The sun was setting and it painted the sky with razilliant mixtures of pinks, reds, yellows, and purples. The air around him turned cold as the waves crashing against the rocks sprayed mist on him. Izaya smiled at this screen. He loved how he could just let his body loose here. It cleared all the troubles he had in his mind and it made him feel happy. As the brunet leaned against the wooden boards, a large wave came crashing against the fence that kept him from falling in. The velocity of the wave was so immense that it cracked the fence in front of Izaya and he fell into the dark waters. (I can't swim!) Salt water quickly filled his lungs as he scrambled around in the water. Trying to resurface for air, the brunet was only pushed down by the raging waters and fell deeper into the ocean. Giving up on trying to swim, the sad boy sank further and further into his watery grave. At some point, he was close to passing out; but before he did, Izaya felt something. He felt a tug of his shirt and his body being pulled in some direction, but he wasn't sure which way it was. Everything was hazy and blurred to him. Thinking that maybe some sea animal was going to rip him to pieces, the brunet closed his eyes and released his soul to the ocean's grasps.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up! Come on!"

I coughed up salt tasting water as I felt pressured being pushed on my chest. The water stung my throat and lungs as I coughed and tried to catch my breath. My vision was all fuzzy and I tried to focus on the voice yelling at me.

"You're alive... Geez... I thought I was too late."

"Who...who are you?"

My voice was a hoarse whisper as I asked my savior his identity. This only made me cough more and I tasted blood in my mouth.

"Hey take it easy! Maybe I should get you to a doctor."

"No... I'm ok..."

In truth, I wasn't all that fine. My head was killing me and my body was shaking uncontrollably. I felt as if I was still drowning.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah... I should head home, my mom's probably worried about me..."

As I tried to stand, the uneven surface under me made me unstable and I feel onto the soft sand. The mysterious boy was freaking out, thinking that I just fell over dead.

"Oh my god! He's dead! What should I do? What should I do? Oh my god!"

"I'm not dead..." (This kid's an idiot...)

"You're not? Ohh good... That's a relief."

Coming to my aid, I saw that the boy was just about my age. I'd never seen him before though, so I figured that he went to a different school. Thinking that it would be impossible for another kid to pick me up, I was surprised when he lifted me off from the ground with little to no effort at all. He carried me on his back as we walked away from the shore.

"H-hey! Aren't I heavy?"

"No, not at all."

"Really? But..."

"I have inhuman strength. You feel like a feather to me."

Confused at what he meant, I decided that it wasn't important.

"So where do you live?"

"In that direction. About five blocks from here."

I pointed towards the west side of our small town. The boy seemed to have stopped and think about something. He had a conflicted expression on his face before he started walking again.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Ohh it's nothing..."

"You seemed troubled?"

"So what? I just don't like going this way that's all..."

The young boy's eyes had a sad look in them. He remembered the time where a woman used to give him and his little brother a bottle of milk every time they stopped by. But after the accident, he avoid that place. So walking down this road reminded him of what he had done to that woman. Continuing their walk, little Izaya was beginning to feel uncomfortable. An awkward silence had surrounded the tense air around him and was suffocating him. Only when he saw the front porch of his house did the young brunet breathe a sigh of relief.

"There. That house with the flower pots in front."

Setting me down on the steps, the boy rang the doorbell and my mother appeared seconds later.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"I brought your son home. He fell into the ocean and I saved him from drowning."

"What? Izaya?"

Peeking from behind the other boy, I put on a weak smile and waved to my mom.

"Hi mom..."

"Ohh my goodness! Wait here! I'll go call the ambulance!"

"Mom I'm all-"

But she had already rushed back into the house, screaming for someone to find the phone.

"*sigh* sorry about her..."

"It's ok. My mom's like that too."

"Well, thanks again for saving me and carrying me all the way home."

"It's no problem. I gotta get going."

Descending the front steps, my savior was just about to leave when I remembered something important.

"Hey wait! I never got your name!"

He stopped and turned around. With a kind smile on his face, he looked into my eyes and revealed his identity.

"My name is Shizuo. Shizuo Heiwajima."

A/N:

I havent seen any stories where they tell about Izaya's childhood and so here's one! I think he's the cutest little kid ever! So is Shizuo! Aww~ I love kids lol I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think and i'll see you soon!