✔ 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖘 // 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖐 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 [𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖑] - COMPLETED

(16) Sakamaki's Story

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WARNINGS: traumatic events/flashbacks of kanato's past abuse, he kind of re-enacts it, physical abuse, richter being a creepy uncle, some bashing, again relatively tame compared to the rest of this fic lol

also some boundary crossing, i wrote this a long time ago lol, enjoy

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Subaru: 10

Ayato, Kanato, Laito, Serenity: 11

Reiji: 12

Shuu: 13

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(Still Serenity's P.O.V)

Kanato giggles as he studies me. It must be my expression, although I have no idea what that looks like. "I've never seen you pout before." He admires with an almost delirious kind of wonder. "You know...." he steps towards me, and lifts Teddy. I almost think he's going to hand him to me when he lets his arms hang limp next to me, so that the bear and I are side by side.

"Yes." He giggles. "Very cute. You and Teddy look the same right now. He's jealous." His laughter grows. "He doesn't like when I talk to you.... you know? Because lately, he thinks -"

Kanato suddenly stops, frowns, and pulls Teddy back towards him, cradling him. "What was I saying?" He mumbles to himself. Out of nowhere his eyes widen and he grips Teddy more fevernetly, and I can tell that he's not even here right now, he's somewhere else, crazed eyes darting for clarity. "Huh....?"

"Hey." I walk over and plop my hand on his head. I expect this will get me smacked but he doesn't even react, instead gripping Teddy even more harshly. "Kanato. I'm right here. Look at me."

He begins to hum to himself, under his breath. ".... not allowed...." he murmurs. His eyes purposely avert mine. He's looking at the floor. His eyes are glazed over, shockingly still as he begins to whisper in a frightening melody. "Not allowed to look.... yes, yes, look now.... hmm, hmm, are you looking? Baby, don't look, just sing, yes, sing, hmm, hmm, sing for me, si-" he gasps all of a sudden and shakes his head, tears beginning to slide down his cheeks. I stare at him, unmoving.

The damage is done.

"Mother." Out of nowhere he whips his head to face me, his bottom lip trembling. It doesn't look like he sees me. When he speaks, that same sorrowful childlike tone laces his voice. "You love me more, right?"