Well because we are waiting for your help we will entertain you for the time being with what Seiji was dreaming of right before his Cherry-Blossoms thoughts interlaced with his to show him what was about to happen.

~~~In the dream~~~~

Touma was a twelve-year old, running through a meadow, laughing and playing with the pretty little white cat, and a man Seiji didn't know walked up to him.

'Hello Touma' Touma cowered and started to shake, a five year old version of Touma doing the exact same thing at the age of five showed up. He figured it was only visible to him.

'Yes, oba-obasan' He was shaky and the words wouldn't come out right. 'Is this Touma's father?' Touma had never told them about his childhood, he didn't remember. Something horrible had happened to him at the age of twelve, something so traumatizing, he lost his memory. He had a hunch he was about to witness it.

'Well you've been a bad boy.'

'What'd I do papa?'

'Insolent child!' He smacked the child with the had holding something so it drew blood. Seiji drew in a breath; he didn't know Touma's father was abusive. 'You know you were asking where babies come from, correct?'

'Are you gonna tell me, Papa?' Touma had a special twinkle in his eye, one that showed love. The same thing Seiji always had special from him.

'Better than that!'

'What papa?'

'I'll show you, come inside.' Seiji was moving with Touma and his father, wherever they went; he went, against his will. He took his son to the bedroom. 'Oh no my poor Cherry-Blossom!'

"Stop you mad-man!" No one heard him but him. This was one of Touma's lost memories; he wasn't there for his koibito. His father began stripping them both.

'Pa-Papa?'

'I told you, I'm gonna show you.' Seiji couldn't believe his eyes as Touma's pleas for help echoed but under his dad's moans of pleasure and laughter. The end result was Touma's father accidentally knocking over a phone as he left. Seiji realized he could touch this particular inanimate object. He did the only thing he could think of, Tyce.

"Hello?"

"Tyce I need your.." He trailed off, Tyce wouldn't be able to hear him.

"My what?" He was amazed, Tyce heard him, and this one bit was a part of Touma's past. He had helped as much as he could.

"Help! Touma-kun was just brutally raped by your father and.. and.."

"Thanks Seiji, that's all I need, I'll be right over!" Whoa, that was kind of scary. He put down the telephone and he was no longer in that memory.

'He's my little brother,' Tyce argued.

'I'm sorry without parents I can't let him go with you.'

'Our parents are dead!' That was a lie, his mom was in Germany and didn't care, and his dad had done to those alcohol meeting, being reformed didn't want to hurt his son and bring up old memories.

'I can't help you.' Seiji shook his head and was in Touma's room, the room had a mirror. Seiji realized his body looked thirteen.

"Hello there Touma."

"Who are you?"

"You can hear me?"

"Mmm-hmmm"

"Where are your jibes and smart remarks?" Then he realized what he just said. "Sorry, don't worry I'll meet you when you're fifteen when we fight a war against an evil demon."

"ok."

"Does it sound crazy."

"Yes and no."

"Why are you here?"

"I remember next to nothing."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

It changed again this time it was his memories replaying before him. Touma standing by the Sakura tree, it raining it's beautiful pink leaves him. Touma reading a book and looking up at him and smiling. Touma telling him he loved him too and the feel of those lips on his. Him meeting the shy, blushing fifteen-year-old Touma. All those memories, he may never have another beautiful memory with Touma again, it was too much.

He woke up to Touma taking in all around him and unknowingly sending it to him.