[CycloneKira]

Akira is silent for a moment as he obeys Yusa and tilts his head. His attitude takes a complete turn. "I don't remember," he says, slowly. "Hiroki and Sayuri Koga took care of me when he found me at the age of eight." His eyes get a distant look as he remembers that fateful day. "My parents."

Now that he has started, he can't stop. He continues to talk about his parents. "My father found me on the streets. I had tried to steal from him on that day. I was not always a thief. Street life forces you to do things. His... men... would have killed me if it weren't for him. He saw potential in me." He falls silent again.

"My mother couldn't bear him any children of his own. Still, she treated me like her own son. She gave me the love that a mother would have given her real son." His speech slows even more. "I... owe them... so much..."