Chapter Eight
A Birthday Wish Come True
Izaya Orihara
Age: 5
Hair Color: Raven Black
Eye Color: Red
Gender: Female
"You want to what?" The husband asked in a shocked and annoyed voice.
The wife kept her brown eye's plastered to the floor and her feet. She fidgeted with her hands, she couldn't look at him. Not after having asked what she had just asked him. No, more of the lines of begged him.
They had promised each other that they would raise Izaya up as a boy. No acceptations.
For five years; almost six, in a few hours, they had fallowed through with their promise to each other.
Raising Izaya as a boy, telling her that she was to act like a boy, dress like one and to be brave like a boy. They had been crule to her, just to make sure that their own wishes of a 'son' came true.
But of course, the mother could never get past the look in her daughters eyes every time the shoved her in the closet to silence her crying.
It had only made her feel worse.
If possible for a heartless woman to suddenly feel for her own child after having let her husband; her self included, teat the girl like that.
Yet here she was.
Going against what they promised each other.
"I want to celebrate Izaya's birthday." She murmured. Eye's still fixated on the floor. Or even the walls, every where but her husband.
His brown eye's narrowed. He clenched his fists. Obviously not liking what he had just heard.
"And why the hell would you want to do that? We haven't done it the past five years. Why the hell would you want to 'celebrate' it now?" he snapped, rolling his eyes.
"She's six years old!" the mother sounded desperate.
"So!" he growled.
"I want our son- our daughter to have at least one normal birthday. Just one!" she almost whined.
"We've treated her like a boy for five years. Five." She said voice stern.
For once.
"Why not continue to treat her like a boy for the next 12? And no party?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
She then looke dup. "Because she's out daughter!" was all she could think of as a retort.
If you could call it that..
"Please.. I just want her to feel normal for once." She said, voice begging- no pleading.
The husband was about to turn her down. But the sadness and hope in his wifs eyes kept him from doing such.
He let out a long heavy sigh. He could never seem to turn her down.
"Fine.." he murmured, fingers running through his short black hair. "But just this once!" he said quickly.
The mother's face brightened.
"Just this once!" she repeated smiling widely. "Thank you sweetie." She said warmly and kissed his cheek.
She then turned, heading down the hall to her daughters room to tell her the news. She had already ordered a cake.
Having been confident that things would go her way.
The thought of Izaya having her first birthday party, her first taste of cake. Maybe even open a present.
It made her smile. And she knew very well that it would make Izaya smile.
The mother smiled warmly at the thought.
This would be a birthday wish come true.
End of chapter Seven
