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As Kasai sat on the table thinking about the hours before he lost everything to him, he shook his head at Dr. Philips when he grew closer to telling him about how his father died. His doctor rolled his eyes in disbelief. "You're lying to me again Kasai. You need to open your mind up more. That's not what happened. You're not a wizard. You can't control magic. You're delusional."

"It's all I know," Kasai told him softly. "It has to be true."

Dr. Philips tsked and started to rub a jello onto Kasai's temples- he was going to start shock therapy for Kasai... but Kasai's mind still ran to those hours he hated most about his life... The day his father changed.

Continuation of Kasai Hachirobei's POV:

As soon as we stepped into the hall to go to the living room, I heard Haru yelp and I could smell his blood as we collided into a wall like figure. I looked up to see my dad eyeing us over with a smirk. I looked at him before at Haru and widened my eyes- seeing a knife embedded in his stomach.

"H-Haru!" I yelled and gasped. My dad took the knife out and suddenly lifted his other hand. I stepped back in fear before I saw him swigging back a bottle- liquor. He's been drinking. "SAKI!" I begged for help as I grabbed my brother and pulled him into my arms, covering up his wound with my hand and dragged him back inside Haru's room. I shut the door quickly and whimpered.

"Where are you going?" My dad asked and I heard his footsteps following us. I let Haru go and ran up to the dresser by the door and pushed it in front of the door quickly and ran back to Haru and helped him to his bed. I put him under it quickly and shook my head at him as I covered his lips.

"Don't make a sound," I begged him. I pulled out the needle and thread in my pocket and stitched him up quickly- closing the wound then placed his hand on top of it. "Hold your hand there." I looked back at the door then and crawled under the bed to be with him in the safe place. I could hear my dad trying to open the door now. Haru whimpered and cried softly as he held his wound with a frightened look, still in shock from what happened. I could smell the adrenaline running through his blood as it leaked out onto his shirt and stained it slowly. At least the stitches were helping. I heard the dresser fall over suddenly as my dad pushed his way into the room.

"Where are you!?" He asked us and I could hear him stumble as he walked towards the closet to check there.

"H-hey, dad, is everything alright?" I heard Saki's soft voice at our door before she slowly came in. "What are you doing? You're drunk.... Come on, let's get you some tea."

"I don't need tea. Where's the twins?" He asked as I heard the closet door open. I looked at Haru then. We've got to run for it!

"Run," I whispered softly to him. "Run for the door with me." He looked towards me weakly and nodded as he trembled then slowly shifted to be on his stomach so he could crawl and get up quicker.

"The twins? They're playing a game. They're in the living room by now," she said. "Dad, I think that knife belongs in the kitchen...."

"No," he told her. "They ran in here." I moved with Haru as we slipped out from under the bed. I dragged him to his feet and made him take off running with me. "THERE THEY ARE! GET THEM SAKI!" He told her and started for us. I screamed and rushed to get away from him. Saki tensed and got between us quickly before she gave a small snarl.

"Hey! Leave them alone. You're scaring them," she said then paused, noticing Haru's wound. She snarled then looked back at him as her eyes narrowed. "YOU STABBED HIM?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"He walked into my knife- more like ran!" He told her. I paused by Saki and grabbed her hand.

"Run Saki," I begged her. I caught my dad licking the blood off the knife then to clean it. I tugged on her hand then. "RUN!" I begged and started to cry. We've got to go! Her eyes widened as she watched him lick the blade in shock before she quickly grabbed Haru from my arms and carried him as she grabbed my hand and swiftly took us to the door, slamming it shut. She paused by it then looked at the handle, touching it as she muttered then pulled away as the entire door froze shut. I gave her hand a squeeze as my heart raced and I pulled her down the hall.