It started with the touching, the hands on his hands, his arms, his face, his neck, his back.

It started with the whispers, the secrets, the lips so close, so close to ears, the murmurs, the reminders that he was special, he was loved, he was safe.

It started with the hugs, the gentle caress of cool lips on warm cheeks, the hands tangled through hair, the invitations to sit on his lap.

It started with the touching, the hands going where they shouldn't go, the whispered "It's okay"s.

It started with the closing of eyes, the tilting of heads, the touching.

The touching.

It started with the birthday, the celebration, the candles, the laughter, the excitement.

It started with the fear, the hope, the longing, the love.

It started with the idol.

It started with the little boy.

It started with the two of them, way too close, way too far away.

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Author's Note! I don't know if that worked properly. Was it dark? Did it have pedophilia? I mean, I meant it to, but could you tell? I figured out how to make this computer type in Japanese (日本語), so that just proves I rock. And hey, I got it up pretty quick, ne? I did say I would…