One day, around three years later, when Pyro and I were five, a Fire Shoyru, with purple flames, came to our little den. Pyro didn't notice him, at least for a week, she was to busy flying and 'training', but mother noticed him, I knew that, because she was thinking, 'That man is back! He will not take my children, especially Pyrowingin!' but mother always acted like he was not there, and tried to ignore him as he sat down next to me and murmured in my ear, about ancient powers, and the depths of the mind, and that most of what I was hearing was indeed peoples thoughts. I was rather overwhelmed, that this man was talking to me, and it seemed that he knew all of my secrets, when Pyro finally noticed him, I learned that he was mine and Pyro's father, and that many parents do not love each other, and my parents were one of those parents.

About a week later of being ignored by mother, my father stood up and said simply, "Monshiiro, Kuronue is more my son than he ever was yours. You don't even like him. You can keep that other vicious brat, she can be your pride and joy, if you can even find pride at all," at my mothers stunned looks he took my hand and flew off into the sky, away from that den I never called home, though it was the only place I knew.

At father's house I was amazed, there was a large garden outside, and everything inside the house was very beautiful and tasteful as well, but more then that, there were windows, and mirrors, everywhere, Illuminating and everything was bright and shining, as compared to the dim and dingy den I had lived in before. Many people came to visit my father, and I learned that he was a doctor and a mage, and that I could be to, because the 'mind window' technique of hearing into peoples minds was an ability that my father's line of mages has always known. In the mornings I would go down into that beautiful kitchen, where I knew there would always be food and a loving father making pancakes, I always loved his pancakes, which is probably why I love making pancakes now. It was a happy and fun life, he was always laughing and playing, unless he had a patient or a client, and he bought me my first game system and game, a PS and Final Fantasy 1, which I would spend hours playing everyday.

When I was seven, he began to home-school me and teach me how to use my powers and how to control how I heard the thoughts of others, It was he who told me that it wasn't right to use my ability to her other's thoughts, because those thoughts were private, and I had no right to them. He taught me many other things as well, such as how to shield my mind, how to basically control any other powers I had developed or might develop, the basics of fighting, though he never lingered in violence, and all of the basics that one would expect to learn in first grade, how to read, how to add and subtract, those kinds of things.

Seeing as I was still not a very good flier, he picked me up and we flew to that old den. It wasn't very much a den any more, it was a huge apartment complex. We landed, and went to the landlords office. He walked in and asked for a Monshiiro Hakkari. The landlord said that she was living on the top floor in a small suite, some room number or another. Father thanked him, and we went up to the top, and knocked on mother's door, a White Shoyru opened it, but it was not the mother I remembered, this was a happy windblown White Shoyru in fancy light clothing, in a beautiful apartment. She stared at us for a while, and then said, "Kuronue. Malum. What a surprise. Why have you come to my door. Do not tell me you want my daughter as well as my son.

No, Monshiiro, but my son wants to see his twin, and so here we are. You look like you are doing well. You finally got out of that hole in the ground." My father answered.

Mother sighed, then called, "Pyrowingin, someone is here to see you!" A Fire Shoyru with large black bondage pants and a blood red shirt with a black flame on it, and long, flame colored hair came out of a door, saying, "Who the hell is it?" Mother gave her a reproving stare and said, "This is your brother, Pyro, and what have I told you about cursing?" Pyro wilted a bit, and answered softly, "Don't curse?" Mother nodded. Pyro looked me over and then grabbed my wrist. "Come on lets go play!!" she dragged me into her room and snatched a deck of cards, "You like cards right? I nodded, "Good," she said, "lets play war!!" We had many more play dates, it made Father happy that I had some one to play with, and Mother... well I never knew about Mother....

After the eleventh or twelfth play date Father didn't come to pick me up, and Mother was over at my house too. Pyro offered to fly me their, seeing as I probably couldn't make it the whole way on my one, I was still only eight and not a very good flier. When Pyro got us both over to my house, we found it ripped apart as if by many small explosions. Tears streaming down my face, I searched through the rubble to find Father and Mother. When I finally found them, embracing like they had loved each other forever, Father was dieing, and Mother was already dead, her beautiful once colorless skin and flowing dress were covered in blood, and fathers violet flames ,and blue clothes had been stained almost black with blood, seeing me, he gave me the ratty old hat that he always wore and then rattlingly whispered, "What a wonderful and caring father you will make... Tousan" Crying I allowed the TNT special forces to pick me and Pyro up, who was to much in shock to do anything...