A large strong hand grabbed me by the neck and another yanked open the door to my bedroom. Without turning on the lights or fan, my father shoved me into the room and slammed the door shut behind me. Darkness enveloped my surrounding as my ears rang from the sound of the door that was slammed.

"Misbehave again, and you are grounded for a month!" my father barked from the other side of the door.

Tears started to fill my eyes and as I wiped them away, more came pouring out. Then, before I knew it, my knees gave out on me and I crumbled to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. My right hand traveled to my face to touch the spot where my father had hit me. I winced from the pain as I touched it. My neck hurts too from when he was grabbing me to shove me into my room and so were my arms from blocking his beatings.

I cried and cried for what felt like a long time. I wanted someone to come comfort me. Alas, no one did come. So I hugged my legs and cried into my knees, comforting myself by constantly telling myself that the pain will pass.

Feeling the pain throbbing all over me, I could not help but wish my father could feel the pain too. I hated him. I really, really just wished he could just disappear.

After a while, though the tears had stopped streaming, my body still shook from the sobs. I knew my body couldn't take my crying anymore for my chest hurts every time my body heaves from the sobs. My hands clutched at my chest from the pain, but that does nothing to help it. Just as I was about to give up, something cold touched my nape.

I screamed from shock and immediately edged away from whatever that had touched me.

"How rude," a voice was suddenly heard in the dark.

I heard myself gasped. "Who-who's there," I asked, voice trembling.

"You're the one who called for me," the voice replied. "How do you not know who I am?"

"I- I did?"

"Well… technically you didn't. But I am the God of Calamity, and I come to anyone who has a strong desire to inflict pain unto others."

I was speechless. "Is he for real?" my mind reeled in panic with a hint of anticipation. "How-how did he know?"

"Don't kid with me!" my voice suddenly rang in the dark silent room. Realizing the mistake I just did, both my hands immediately clasped my mouth shut and I listened intently into the silence for any signs of movement outside.

I sighed in relief when I was absolutely sure, my father had not heard me.

"Man, your father really did a number on you huh?" the voice spoke again.

Something snapped in me. "You don't know a single thing about me!" I hissed angrily at him. "You don't know what I've been through. You don't know what he has done to me! You don't know any-"

"Ahh… but you see, I do, actually," he interrupted.

"What is with yo-" But before I could finish, two blue glowing orbs appeared before me. They appeared to be a pair of eyes. I looked sharp, focused, fierce, inhuman and worst of all, murderous.

"I've told you this before haven't I? I am Yato. The God of Calamity," he proclaimed. His voice reverberated throughout the room, emanating strength and power. "I know of your pain, human child. And I know of your hatred towards him." The eyes drew closer and closer as he spoke, little by little illuminating his sharp murderous features in the dark. His dark hair drapes lightly upon his face, making him seem more ominous than he already was. "I know of the pain you wish to inflict upon him and I know of your wish for him to disappear."

He stopped, right in front of me. Our faces so close I could feel the cold radiating from him. His blue, glowing eyes stare intently into mine, and though my heart is beating violently from fear and terror, I felt relieved.

"Why do I feel this way?" I asked my self. I averted my eyes from him as they started to tear up again. He knows my pain. He knows my thoughts. He knows my inner most desires. I should feel violated. And yet, I don't. It felt like a burden has been lifted off me. I felt… acknowledged.

Tears streamed down my face for the second time that night. However, unlike before, this was not painful. This was a release. This was cathartic.

Yato's two cold hands took mine into his. I hesitantly looked up to look him in the face. Yato was smiling. It was sympathetic and comforting, without a single hint of mockery or ridicule. He looked genuinely concern.

"Yukine," he spoke softly. My brows furrowed in curiosity and confusion. "Who's Yukine?" I wondered. "Someone he knew?"

However, despite that, I felt comfortable being called that. It somehow felt... familiar.

I felt Yato's hand tightened around mine, forcing my mind to focus back to him. "Let me help you," he said, solemnly.

I suddenly felt a jolt of anticipation rush through my entire being. "Wha-what do you mean?" I asked cautiously.

"Your father. I can make him disappear."

"You don't mean to ki-"

"Yes."

"Wait, wha-"

"Yes. I'm going to kill him."

I snatched my hands away from him and immediately stood up. "Don't be ridiculous!" I could not help but shout. "You- you can't do that! Yo-you'll go to jail."

Yato stood up too, folds his arms and smirked. "I'm a god. The laws of humans do not apply to me."

"St-still! You can't just go around killing people!" I shouted in exasperation. "That's- That's lunacy!"

Suddenly, the door to my room burst open and storms in my fuming father. "Who the hell are you screaming to in the middle of the night, you useless brat?"

His hands were already in fists and before I could react, one hand grabbed me by the collar and another landed a blow right on my face, throwing me across the room. Then, he picked me up and slapped me across the face several times before throwing me back on to the floor.

"Please stop!" I begged.

"Who gives you the right to speak?" my father yelled then kicked me in the gut.

"Stop please," I screamed. He kicked me again anyway.

"Please," I managed to wheeze as my father picked me up by the collar again. I noticed Yato in the corner of my eyes with a foul expression on his face, before my father threw me against the wall.

"Looks like you love talking back to me now, huh? You've grown into a delinquent! Delinquents should be gravely punished! Just you wait there, Yukine," my father barks as he stormed out of the room and left me to lay motionless in its darkness.

My cheeks felt cold as Yato walked over to crouch beside me. "Let me help you," he said slowly. Though there were sternness in his voice.

"I- I can't let you kill him."

"He's going to kill you."

"He's not. It'll pass."

"It won't. Why won't you let me kill him?" he said, voice rising.

"Because then, I'd be a monster just like him!" I yelled back.

Yato stared at me, catatonic.

Then, he looked down and scowled. "You are… very kind, Yukine," he finally spoke after a while.

"But you are also stupid." Yato stood up abruptly and head to the door.

"Yato don't! You can't kill him!"

Yato stopped in his tracks to look back at me. His face was grim with dissatisfaction. "I can't kill unless someone wishes me to," he said begrudgingly. "Don't worry, I'm only leaving. There is no job here for me to d-"

Suddenly, my father finally came storming back into the room, almost running into Yato. He looked down at me on the floor and scowled. "Who do you keep talking to? Are you-" he paused, somewhat flustered. "Are you calling the cops on me? Are you planning to leave like your mother? You are! You are aren't you!"

Suddenly, my father burst out laughing. I cringed from the unexpected erratic behaviour. From the corners of my eyes, I see Yato moving quickly towards me. "Yukine, move!" I heard Yato yell. "Yukine. Why is he calling for Yukine?" I wondered, slightly annoyed, but then it hit me. "Am I Yukine?"

I could not help but revel in the comfort from the name he had just called me. Unfortunately, because I was relishing the moment, I did not notice that my father had raised a bat above his head, eyes frenzied with rage, looming over me. Before I could react, the bat descended upon me. Then, everything went black.