What would you do if I told you....

Chapter 2

Why in the god damn name of fluffy unicorns is wattpad so freckin' useless? Arrrrgh nvm.
Anyway same as before i doth not owneth Durarara. :o(
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Izaya's POV.

"So it started 20 years back... 4 years after you were born..."

Flashback

The raven haired 4 year old looked at his farther with confusion in his eyes. "Farther, where are we going?" The young boy looked at his farther waiting for a response and finding none. The little boy could see his farther clench his teeth and the mad glint within his ruby eyes, eyes that Izaya's resembled, but Izaya's farther's were like that of a roses... Izaya had the blood red eyes of a demon, everyone was scared of him - they called him a demon, a monster. To them he wasn't even human not even his parents would touche him after he first opened his eyes. Now Izaya was a smart boy, so when they instantly turned the corner to his Fathers 'workshop' he began to struggle and kick, yet his attempts were futile as his Fathers grip was tight enough to leave bruises on his delicate wrist. 
"F-Father please I haven' done any thing! Please Farther!" Izaya begged his farther tears running down his face.
"No you did do something..." Izaya looked at his Father a confused look across his face "You were born, a mistake and yet you still look  at me with those disgusting eyes." Izaya's eyes widened and he fell silent, he was always treated like this, always. Agonizing cruelty and verbal abuse was only the beginning. Knowing full well he couldn't escape he followed his father obediently where he knew he'd spend his time after school now. As they neared Izaya held his breath against the stench of death and decay coming from the shed, but as they got closer Izaya's need for breath was growing until he finally took a gulp of the rancid air. Izaya's father yanked the door and flung Izaya on the cold, hard concrete. Izaya's head met the floor with a sickening crunch, making the boys vision hazy as he felt blood start to trickle down his face. Izaya was delirious as he slipped in and out of conscious, only catching glimpses as his farther cleaned of a bench, then nothing; nothing but the searing agony as his farther removed his eyes, the last thing Izaya remembers is a figure in white looking at him with tears in its eyes.

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Izaya stared with his one eye at the floor; at that moment of time he couldn't even look Magi in the eye. He was scarred, so scared; memories of a happy life with his family were replaced with terror and fear.
"Iza-chan.... I can't change the colour of your eyes, but i can make them lighter..." Miagi's voice was pitying, but he didn't care all he could feel was sadness leaking into his bones as he relised the person he loved would hate him once he saw his natural eye colour back, and those feelings were the ones that scared and hurt him the most.
"I-" Before Izaya could say anymore the front door swung back on its hinges as a mop of blond hair appeared.