Painful Symptoms Of Runaway Kids At The Happenings Of Murder

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It was a rare occurrence, but it happened a handful of times during his stay in my ship. Kamui would stay naked after drying himself out when he finished bathing. It happened when it was certain that we'd be left alone and with nothing to do for a while. He would stay unclothed and he'd lie in the floor, with his head supported by a pillow, reading a book. After a few pages he would lower the book and stare at me, until making the odd request.

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The first time this occurred I was more than confused; my brain stopped working for several long minutes.

"Shinsuke. Break my hands" asked Kamui.

He wasn't smiling, and his expression was way too calm to have just made that request. I knew yatos healed ridiculously fast; but still.

"What?" I manage to ask.

"Break my hands" he repeated.

I continued to search his face for a sign of, well, anything, but I simply couldn't find anything.

"Why?"

"Please" he begged.

I didn't understand. His eyes were silently pleading now. I went to where he was laying and sat at his side, facing him.

"Kamui. I don't understand why you're asking me this" I try to reason.

He just twists to get closer, and puts his hands on my lap.

"Please?" he asks again.

I stare at him, then at his pale hands on my lap; I grabbed them gently between my own. His expression never changes. I apply more pressure, he stirs a bit. I gradually increase the force of my grip, he starts to moan in protest, and pursed his lips. The skin starts to get purple with the lack of blood. His eyes water a bit, and then, there's a crack. I broke his hands. He sighs; a few tears escape his eyelids. His blue orbs were clouded with tears while he readjusted his position. Now, it was his feet that rested in between my hands.

"Shinsuke" he starts again. "Break my feet"

I don't hesitate as long as before. His back arcs when I break his left foot. And he tenses when I break the other one.

"Thank you" he sighs.

I spread his legs, careful not to hurt him more, and I pull him closer. I lean to kiss his lips, and he responds by draping his arms around my neck.

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The second time it happened, I was a bit more prepared.

"Shinsuke. Break my ribs"

I sat on his lap, encaging his sides with my legs. I lean and apply pressure on both sides of his ribcage until there are several cracks. He lets out a small yelp and a few tears. To my discontent, he moves my hands from his chest, to surround his neck.

"Choke me" he requests.

I do as told. His eyes close, and his mouth hangs open as I press harder. He struggles to breath, but never, not once, moves his hands from above his head. I stop after I notice that he's not making any noises anymore. He gasps for air a few times. His head falls to hit the pillow that it rested on.

"Again" he begs once he breathes normally.

I repeat my actions; he asks one more time.

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The third time was trickier. I know what's coming when I notice him naked. He lays down the book and looks at me.

"Shinsuke. Would you pull my teeth out?" he asks innocently.

"I'm not skillful enough to do that with my bare hands, Kamui" I answer cautiously.

"There's a tool on that box" he points out.

There is indeed a box I haven't noticed before under the table. When I open it I see a tool that I had only seen in a dentist's office. Can't help but wonder where he got it from.

"Kamui. Why have you been asking me to hurt you?" I finally ask.

He seems to hesitate. His mouth opens and closes a few times.

"You know..." he starts. "I left home very young. I was, maybe ten, when I joined the Harusame"

I wait patiently for him to find the right words.

"I fought. And I fought. I like it. You know; fighting. And you get a certain rush in your veins, the adrenaline" he gesticulates. "I enjoyed it. But. At some point. I stopped registering most of the pain. I stopped caring about the faces of the people I killed. They used to haunt me, the first few times. And I would run to Abuto's room at night, 'cause I didn't want to be left alone. Slowly I allowed myself to drown in my yato blood more and more often. It felt good. So good. I no longer had nightmares"

He pauses and looks like a lost child for a moment.

"I'm scared... I'm scared that one day, I simply won't feel anything anymore, the way I almost don't register the pain now, the way I stopped caring about taking a life" he confesses. "So I ask you to hurt me; to try, and feel something more than just the mindless pain of the battle. I usually lock most of my emotions, showing a smile. But. I feel like one day I will stop caring about this. About any of this. I don't know what else to do"

I hold still, feeling the weight of his words dawn on me. True enough, yatos are fast to heal, more so than humans who continue to feel the pain of an injury. For them a life threatening injury can be nothing more than a scratch in a couple days. Being so young is normal that he'd have negative sequels after becoming a murderer, nightmares are to be expected. I know I would feel scared too. I hold him tight and whisper sweet nothings to his ears, he lets me spoil him.

"You'll be fine. You're strong enough not to get to that point" I try to reassure him.

"Can you help me then?" he whispers.

"I don't know if hurting you like this will help"

"And what will?" he asks brokenly.

"I wish I knew" I answer truthfully. "I don't know if I can help you. But at least for now, for the time that we stay together, I want you to feel okay. If you wish to talk, I'll listen. If you want to be spoiled, I'll spoil you. I'm here. And you can count on me"

He holds me tight and cries. Silent tears fall on my shoulder; they turn into sobs and small yelps. I run my hands through his hair; I caress his back and arms trying to comfort him. We stay like that for what seems to be forever, his cries die out eventually, and I continue to hold him. He lifts his face from my shoulder, I kiss the path tears run down, I cup his cheeks, he pecks my lips softly, barely brushing them. I lead him to get up, and dress him in one of my pajamas. It's still early, but the futon ends up laid out, and Kamui gets underneath the covers, I hold him close to my chest, and he falls asleep fast. I end up following his lead, and fall into slumber as well.

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A/N: First I want to thank GodOrf, for following this story, and adding it to favorites.

Second, in response to reviews:

Chapter 8:

Y: "Ahh. I love the idea of kamui calming down the demons inside takasugi and vice verse. They are such a good fit!"

This chapter is the vice versa that you mentioned. I was thinking about Kamui's demons, and this came to mind.

Chapter 9:

Y: "! ! Really cute chapter! People mistaking Kamui as a girl because of his long hair and soft features, I love!

Also these short chapters really makes up my days too! Thank you so much for writing this amazing one-shots, I'm so glad ahh. I love you content so much!"

Yes, I've always had this idea of someone mistaking Kamui for a girl, and decided to write about it.

I'm glad that you're happy with my writing. It makes me feel so satisfied!

Chapter 11:

Y: "That was so good! I honestly don't know what to say I'm just so satisfied. I love me some takamui smutties."

My beta reader said it was the first time he read a fanfic chapter that only talked about fucking :)