Preview: Eight year old Kaminari meets the boy on the bench. They bond under the s t a r s with there s c a r s.

Warning: Mentions of abuse and sexual touches, younger ShinKami

Ship: ShinKami

I   c a r e f u l l y   make my way to the window. Outside I see a   b o y   siting on a bench. He looks l o n e l y. I walk to the front door quietly. As long as my   p a r e n t s   don't figure out that I snuck out I'll be fine.

I my steps are slow and careful. I try not to hurt the many   b r u i s e s   that litter my body. Eventually I make it to the bench and sit next to the   b o y.

He has messy   l a v e n d e r   colored hair. His skin pale and most likely smooth. His clothes are of a darker color, hard to tell the exact color in the dark of   n i g h t. He looked over at me   f e a r f u l. His eyes a slightly different color then his hair but still a vibrant   p u r p l e.

Not   t r u s t i n g   my voice not to break I point at a cluster of   s t a r s that he seemed to have been looking at before I came. He glances at me   c a r e f u l l y.

"Do you want to know the   c o n s t e l l a t i o n? Is that what you're asking?" His voice is shaky like as if he expects me to yell at him. I nod my head.

With a shaky breath he looks up at the   c o n s t e l l a t i o n,   tilting his head slightly. "I-It's Pegasus."

I tilt my head as well but don't see it. He   g l a n c e s   my way noticing that I don't. He also notices my   b r u i s e s   but doesn't say anything about them. After all we both have   s c a r s   only known by the   s t a r s.

"L..Look, right there. D-Do you see those two bright   s t a r s. That's part of the w..wing." I look at his finger then the   c o n s t e l l a t i o n   and squint. After a second of silence I gasp. I see the   s t a r s!

We sit there for a little bit longer gazing at the   s t a r s. He points out a few more, sometimes I see them, sometimes I don't. But all   g o o d   things must come to an end and I hear the front door to my house being opened.

"Denki! You ungrateful bitch, get over here!" I hear my   f a t h e r   shout. Both the   b o y   and I tense. Me because I know what's soon to follow and him because he doesn't like the loud noise.

I stand with a frown but attempt to   s m i l e   at the kind   b o y. It doesn't work because my   f a t h e r   only calls out again. With a limp I make my way back into the place that isn't a   h o m e,   only a house.

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I pad carefully to the door with   t e a r s   steaming down my eyes. It's not that I'm upset- that's a   l i e,   I am. I let my shaky hands open the door before stepping out and making my way to the   b e n c h.

It's been a full three weeks since the first time I saw him out here. Ever since then we both have came out almost everyday. It's a   s i l e n t   agreement we have that started after the forth night of us both going out around two in the morning in   h o p e s   of seeing each other.

I sit on the bench and reach for his arm still   s o b b i n g. Another   s i l e n t   agreement we both had was not to touch each other since we both often came to the meeting spot with   b r u i s e s   and   s c a r s. I threw out that rule needing some comfort after what just happened. The worst beating I had ever received along with his touch   b r o k e   part of my mind.

He stiffens in shock and   f e a r   before relaxing slightly. He lets his fingers run through my hair and I curl up on to him. I cling with all my might on to him as if the   b o y,   who's name I don't even know, was my life line. In a way he was. He's the only person who ever showed me what the word   h u m a n i t y   meant.

After a second of stroking through my hair as if I was a cat he spoke. "What happened?"

I only tensed and   s o b b e d   more. I haven't spoken once the whole time we hung out, for all he knew I was   m u t e. At first it was because my voice was always hoarse and I didn't want a shaky voice when I spoke to him. But then it became I never had a good idea of what to say that would be   g o o d   enough to say to him.

"P-Please?" He begged with his original shyness from his first few days.

Deciding that if I didn't say anything it wouldn't be fair to him. "H-He hurt me.   T .. T o u c h e d   me."

I felt him tense from where I sat practically in his lap.   "T - T o u c h e d?"

I nod my head weakly. I was   u s e   to it by now. I don't know why this time was different. He has   t o u c h e d   me before and will do it again.

The reason why is because I felt   s a f e. Even though I have spent every day the same my nights have become different. I had someone who knew what it was like to have a   f a m i l y   member hurt you. To have nobody   b e l i e v e   you. Only we never shared out loud what happened.

He just pulled me closer to him rocking me back and forth like a mother would. Like his   m o t h e r   would never do for him. Like how my mother use to before she died. It was   c o m f o r t i n g.

"T-That one there is V..Vulpecula." He   m u r m u r e d   clearly still shook by what I just revealed.

I burry my head deeper into his chest. Even though I'm not looking I know he's pointing at a   c o n s t e l l a t i o n. He knows I'm not looking either but it was the perfect subject to help fix me after what just happened.

His soothing voice helped calm me as he pointed out more. Sometimes describing the   c o n s t e l l a t i o n. I closed my eyes and let my self take deep breaths trying to imagine what he was describing.

Eventually my   f a t h e r   came out calling for me. Normally I went back in before he could call out because yelling scared the   b o y. He became more stiff then he ever had before most likely because of what he had learned about him.

I stood and rubbed my eyes free of tears and drowsiness. "Thank you." I   m u r m u r e d   to him. The second thing I ever said to him.

He   s m i l e d   weakly but bravely at me and I back at him. I walk slowly to the door with my head facing the   b o y   the entire time. Eventually I make my way back to the door and glance one more time at the   b o y.

One things for sure:   S t a r s   bring us together because if our   s c a r s.

I haven't written something like that and I don't think I ever will again because it was kind of tedious but I like it. It's cool but I think I went over board with the spacing.

Till Next Time
Meowz~