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Chapter 1

"Absolute Not!"

The loud exclamation rang throughout the Davis' home. Noll sighed, it seemed that his brother had once again badgered his father about traveling to Japan for the summer. It did not surprise him, his brother had a tendency to hold onto ideas until he finally got his way, the spoiled brat.

Oliver's thought was interrupted by his brother's sharp reply.

"But father, I have a strong feeling I need to be there by the summer. What if it has something to do with my birth parents?"

"As I have said before, your mother and I would be happy to take you to Japan over the summer. We understand that this is important to you and we will do everything in our power to locate your birth parents, but I hope you understand that they may not want to be found. They agreed to the terms of a closed adoption."

"Of course they want to be found! They might actually be able to help me with my abilities, and I could learn about Japanese exorcisms! I have some contacts with a few priests from the dinner at Cambridge last year. Plus, they may have changed their minds over the years…"

Noll groaned and slammed his book shut, there was no point trying to concentrate when his brother pulled that card.

He would never understand why Gene insisted on obsessing over their biological parents. If it was an obsession over possible genetic health issues or male patterned baldness, Noll would understand, but the fact was, Gene wanted to know why that had been dropped off at that orphanage in the US. He still held out hope those people loved them and regretted their actions.

Oliver knew better. During nasty fights he would often inform Gene their biological parents didn't care about them and probably wish to be left alone. Generally, a few hours later Noll would begin to feel an uncomfortable burning in his chest, that was the sensation of his guilt, and he would travel downstairs to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

Gene would always be waiting for him at the counter staring smugly and with an eyebrow cocked expectantly. Noll would give in and begrudgingly grunt an apology, and Gene's face would light up.

This, however, was not one of those occasions.

As he traveled down the hallway there was complete silence, not a good sign.

Oliver Davis, was an extremely handsome boy of sixteen. He was half Japanese half American which gave his features a very exotic look. In many ways he could pass as fully Japanese, but his big dark blue eyes gave him a mysterious air. He prided himself on his heritage and studied the Japanese language diligently, but he continued to struggle with Kanji. Despite this minor setback he was fluent and understood the customs.

As Oliver walked into the library his brother's eyes glared fiercely at him, daring him to say one snide remark.

Oliver took in the scene around him, surprised to see his mother sitting on the window seat quietly sniffling into her pale pink handkerchief. His father faced the windows overlooking the landscaped courtyard below, his hands shoved in the pockets of his brown wool slacks. His mouth was set to a grim straight-line and his grey eyes resembled steel, unusual for the typically chipper man.

"I will not change my mind, Eugene. Despite your underhanded tactics, you will not be going to Japan alone until you are either of age or no longer living under my roof. That is final. This is the last I will hear of it."

Eugene sighed and turned to leave the library muttering a hushed apology to his mother.

Noll watched the exchange and moved towards the window seat while digging in the front breast pocket of his navy blue blazer. He presented the clean handkerchief to his mother who dabbed at her light blue eyes. Noll had always been fond of his adopted mother. She was as intelligent as she was compassionate, and she always seemed to be the most understanding of his quiet nature. He was protective of her and he would destroy anyone who made her cry…even his brother. He began to stalk out of the room after his brother, when his father stopped him.

"Noll, leave him be. His dreams have been causing him a good bit of stress and he is coping the best way he knows how."

"IF his coping method is to make mother cry and antagonize the one person who has been working towards a solution to our problems, I will be locking him in his room until he grows up. He has no right to take out his anxiety on those around him. Especially, if his brother, who shares his dreams, restrains himself."

With that Oliver swept out of the room.

This is my first attempt at a fanfic of my own. I hope you all enjoy it :D I've been kicking around this idea for a while now!