Next in Line | ShinKami

VIII - "Nightmare"

Third Person

Denki stared blankly at the body of his mother, holding his younger sister's hand. The casket closed and was carried by his older brother, father, grandfather, and uncle with help of the priest and his mother's best friend.

"Onii-chan?" Denki's younger sister called, her voice shaky and her face filled with tears. She looked over her older brother's blank face, knowing he was screaming on the inside.

He looked down at her and let go of her hand, letting her wrap her tiny 4-year-old arms around him. He let her cry, and cry, and cry and scream into his chest.

He knew what was coming. He knew what happened with widows.

Especially widowed parents.

So did his sister.

And so did his brother.

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"Leave her alone!" his brother yelled. His father let go of his now 6-year-old sister, but not of him.

His now 18-year-old brother picked up the young black-haired girl. He looked over Denki in sympathy and left the house, grabbing a suitcase and their younger sister.

He was left behind.

9-year-old Denki looked up at his father, pain written all over him.

His bruised body, his black eye, the stab wounds on his arm.

This isn't a drunk man letting out his aggression on his children after the loss of his wife.

This is a sober man who never intended on staying.

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Kaminari's eyes snapped open as he felt tears streaming down his cheeks. He whimpered as he sat up, sobs after sobs leaving his mouth, screams of pain, of suffering, of bad memories following them.

What was his big brother's look good for but to make sure he knew he was a runt? A worthless child.

A being that was left behind by his own siblings to be hurt by their psychotic father.

Him trying to change, reach out to his daughter, it was all only after he remarried.

What was the 5 years of suffering good for but to make sure Kaminari knew his place in society.

And he now had the audacity to be a 2nd-year student in a hero school. A hero course student no less.

"I thought you got into the normal course," his father said, his stepmother congratulating him.

Her back was turned to his father and the look he gave him wasn't one of pride or that of a caring parent.

It was one of anger.

"I should've just gone to the normal course," Kaminari whispered to himself and punched the wall next to him.

He didn't care who heard. He just wanted his feelings to be let out so they will disappear until that dream comes back.

But it isn't a dream.

It's more of a reoccurring nightmare.

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i know this chapter is short, but it is on purpose. i need characters' pain to be apparent and loud instead of seen between the lines. this chapter is more of a way to shine a light on kaminari's past.
to show that shinsou isn't the only one out of the two of them that's been through shit and back.
at least shinsou's past it, right?