Ampoule 19 [In Person] // Finger trailing through the grass Gently kiss my thoughts as they go

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[Having made it a point to not go near the kitchen again, young Shiki's made his way outside basking in the greenery. There was very little left anywhere in his Japan unless you went very far into the countryside, no where near he lived anyway. Taking a deep breath he tried to clear his thoughts, shove the image of the blood stained cabinets from

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[100deaths_a_day]

[It was just getting dark enough to walk about, so he'd taken the kids out (Well, the four that wanted to go out) to run off some energy before bed. The four children scattered across the area, but making sure that Dean could still see them - even that was quite far out though.

As they started playing tag, Dean spotted the five year old in the taller grass. He made his way over, and sat quietly beside him. He recognised the look - he'd been like it after his mom died after all. but he wasn't assuming anything about the situation. He would take it as it came.]

what happened? [he asked it quietly and gently. He wasn't going to push. Hell: he'd almost never spoken about his mom. And even that wasn't until years after it had happened. but his tone showed that he understoood if he didn't want to talk, but also saying that he was there to listen if he did.]

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[He glanced up a little jumpily at Dean when he sat next to him. He hadn't expected anyone to approach him. If his Father had been the one to find him then he would have told him in so many words to 'man up'. He wasn't used to being asked about his feelings.

He wanted to cry, it had upset him so much. But he was from a household where emotions were kept on a chokingly tight leash. They weren't something you shared with others, they were after all a hinderance.]

... [Regardless, he found himself wanting to talk about it. This guy didn't seem like he'd actually yell at him for expressing himself.] .. That.. mess in the kitchen..

[100deaths_a_day]

[don't worry, his father would have said the same to him. Often did. That was why he never spoke aboout his feelings; his father had drilled it into him that it was a sign of weakness. that was also why he recognised that yes, sometimes kids needed to talk about things - especially traumatising events.]

I know what you mean. [He'd smelt it - but hadn't been able to check it out, what with having to look after so many kids. For him, chidren (any child) would come first and foremost. He rubbed gently on his back in a reassuring way.] It's hard. to see something like that. [The "I know" is there, but unspoken. After all, this was about shiki talking about his feelings.]

[p3rfect_kill3r]

[The only time he ever got tenderness like this was when his mother still lived with them. He didn't know the details. Just told one day she'd been told to leave. No cushioning, just a verbal blunt force trauma.

Swallowing back the tears he wanted to cry he looked at Dean. Forcing his mouth into a hard pressed line and brows drawn.]

...What happened?