A Broken Home...

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Awakening from his deep slumber after making a pact with the spirit of the Zero World, Kairo would find himself in a place completely unknown to him and nowhere near like the place he'd remember being in before his arrival.

"What... Happened...?" he muttered, trying to piece together all of the information. All he remembered was calling forth the Zero Moon and then seeking the Swamp Witch, only to find that she'd been replaced by a rather Grim figure. After that, there was some fulfillment of a contract and... Then, infinite darkness.

"... I wonder if Volcanon is still inside of me... Or did something happen to him, too...?"

He wasn't sure, but he felt like something about him calling upon the Zero Moon caused all of this... (5:25)

El was finally able to catch his breath, smiling a bit at the whispered words of the boy behind him. He didn't say anything, didn't even acknowledge that he had heard his promises, but El was just glad that his words had gotten through to him, even if only a little bit. He got to his feet and stepped to Tzita's side.

"She's right, she had nothing to do with this. In fact, it was on my whim that we came here because I couldn't pass up the need to help." El explained, before looking at Tzita who seemed to be rather surprised that this boy turned out to be her brother. "Isn't that right, Lady L'sia?" He gave her a wink, not against lying if it would get her out of hot water with the mysterious man from the hotel that turned out to be the father of both Tzita and this boy. He supposed that Tzita's family was heavily embedded into this place, unaware that there was at least one other member of her family he had yet to meet.

And, just like that, all of the confidence and built up positivity he felt was thrown out of the window by the dark man overshadowing him... The one that he could now call 'Father.' Hanging his head in shame yet again, he was reminded more of his own weakness after being reprimanded, and it tore him apart inside. Even so, to have such things revealed about him was useful information... even if it was not everything he needed. "I didn't mean to have shamed you, father," he'd say, conflicted between his anger inside and his now noble mentality, "... But I must ask that you tell me... Everything about my past. And about ... Khrona."

If what Volcanon said was true, then whatever Thanytoz had to tell him would probably be a crucial piece to his puzzle that he would find from the start. Or maybe, Thanytoz knew everything about it. He knew a lot about the Zero World, but that was because of his own connections... how he was it.

El could tell what Tzita was trying to do, and he couldn't help bit find it rather amusing. The nudging she was giving him, made it really tempting to go along with her too. He zoomed up to the roof of the orphanage and brought the children down to a ground level. If need be, he could just rebuild the orphanage for them, all he would need is the materials to do so.

For one reason, or another, though El didn't take to kindly to the way that Tzita's father was talking to his son. El was raised around nobility, so harsh words and attitudes were a rather common thing, but that didn't mean he enjoyed seeing it. In fact, he felt like he should step in and say something. A lot of the time, constant belittling did nothing but serve to cause the child to rebel. This boy packed a lot of power, and if he lost control over this again then it would spell bad news for a lot of people.

"Don't you think you're being too harsh now." El spoke up, stepping away from Tzita and forward to take the side of Kairo. He had slipped up, made a mistake, but it was a common thing for children to do. What Kairo needed was positive reinforcement, not ridicule and belittlement. He wouldn't grow as a productive member of society that way, not by a long shot.

"He made a mistake, lost control for a second, but belittling him won't solve anything. He needs guidance and proper reinforcement so that he can master those destructive urges that are swayed by his emotions." El just couldn't stand idly by and watch this, nor slunk off to continue his adventure with Tzita neither. This boy deserved respect just like everyone else.

Kairo stood there with his head hung low in shame. Not only had he been declined his information, he couldn't get it until he grew strong in the eye of his father. Not to mention that this strength would come from him learning to control his already unstable power, which was something that was forced upon him by the Tensei in the first place. He didn't know how to handle this. His heart said to destroy, but his head said to remain calm, and somewhere in between, they were meeting up as tears in his eye. He was not quite sure what to do about this. He agreed that he could learn a lot from the man that saved him, but... He was not sure if it would be acceptable in his eyes for him to learn from him. Nobody wanted him in the first place, not even his father... And he didn't ask for this type of existence. It was all too much for him... And yet, instead of lashing out, he just remained silent, head hung low, motionless. Speechless. Nigh thoughtless. He had no clue what to do nor where to go from here, after basically being discarded until he became appealing to his eye.

"We'll continue in a second, Lady L'sia, I promise." El reassured her with a charming smile. Clearly she was anxious to be alone with him again, but El couldn't just leave her brother standing here where he could lose control again. He seemed fine, relatively speaking, so El figured he could agree with her that he'd be fine until the Sun rose again, but El didn't just want to leave him either.

He placed a hand to the top of the boy's head, ruffling it a little to get him to stop with his sulking look before looking over towards the children of the orphanage. Their home wasn't damage that badly, and all the rock new rock that had been formed had improved the foundation a bit. There were still the holes in the roof and second floor, created by El himself, but the children would be safe until he and Tzita returned. That was, of course, if Tzita would stay with him in caring for the children while he rebuilt the shelter. He'd talk it over with her.

"At the very least... those children still need you." Was all he said to Kairo, confidently and sympathetically. He wouldn't find what he wanted in only a few minutes, nor a couple hours, but the answers would eventually come to him. Even though he'd threatened the children's lives, they didn't actually seem that phased by him. In fact, El coming to save them had captured most of their attention over whoever had caused the problem in the first place.

El took his head from Kairo's head and began walking back to Tzita, offering his arm to her in a very gentlemanly fashion as he got to her, but he nodded to Kairo. "It's a step in the right direction."

The nigh broken boy from the Broken Homes Orphanage continued to stare blankly at the ground. Going back inside probably meant ridicule or some sort of fear from the kids, of which he would be able to feel mentally once he walked inside. He wasn't sure how he would react once he copied their mentalities... And though he could choose not to, sometimes, he did this automatically. He questioned how he could grow stronger or if he even would...

Yet, as El pat him on the head and ruffled his hair, he felt... Something. It wasn't anything bad, but it definitely wasn't anything he knew previously. It was just... Something. Though, something was always better than nothing at all. He remained relatively unresponsive as El was about to take off, but knew in his heart that no one needed someone like him... Not as he was, where he could go and senselessly destroy them out of his own inability to see them suffer. Though these were the words of his heart, his mind drew him back into the building,but not before turning and looking at El again and nodding his head slowly in appreciation. "... Thank you..." and walking back inside.