Honestly, Kaito dreamed of the day of the accident he mentioned, but it wasn't a nightmare. Not like other times anyway. This time, he could clearly see the face of both the woman and the girl. They were on on a lake, in a very nice speed boat. He was driving. Everything was fine until the sky darkened and a violent storm struck without warning. Kaito tried driving the boat back to the docks when a very large wave crashed into the side of the boat, and the girl went overboard.

The woman was screaming the girls name and he had dived into the lake after her. His wings made it difficult, but he had gotten to her and swam to the surface. She was breathing, luckily. That wasn't even the best part. It was hell, getting back to the boat as violent waves knocked them around and he had sworn he'd drown before letting go of the girl. One wave picked them up and then crashed on top of them, sending them underwater.

That's when it ended, and Kaito slowly came to. He wasn't sure what time it was but he noticed Fijore by his snoring and glanced at him briefly before glancing around the room.

Kaito was in a sort of daze, but it wasn't like he hadn't noticed Fijore's face. Underneath all that hair was a face he could probably stare at for quite sometime, if the circumstances were different.

When the man came back, Kaito glanced at him and offered a small smirk. "Hey.. Not sure how I feel yet, but I'd say you pulled it off."

Eighteen hours? Was that..normal..for this kind of thing? He wondered silently. Kaito was mostly listening to him speak, relieved that he wouldn't black out or have serious headaches anymore.. But..

Now what?

Kaito smiled a tiny bit when Fijore pat his hand. "How could I say no to someone who gave enough of damn about me, to ask me to live?" He murmured quietly before looking up at up the ceiling, again. "I had a family..once.. I think. That accident I mentioned before? That was the last time I saw the woman or the girl I had nightmares about." He spoke calmly and quietly, sounding a little depressed but he figured it was normal.

Kaito bit the inside of cheek. Why the hell did he bring that up? He should've known better by now! He glanced at Fijore only long enough to see the change his attitude, then glanced at the journal. "Twelve pages.. Maybe.. I'm kind of a slow reader." He said, hiding his fluster and looking down at the bed.

He shook his head lightly when he mentioned his family. "Don't mention it.." It was in the past, and still didn't remember a whole lot.

Honestly, at the moment he couldn't remember if the father had been mentioned or not, but he had figured that Fijore wrote it. Or at least thought it.

Kaito listened quietly as Fijore spoke, glancing at him in time to notice him shaking and his fists clinched. Now they were sharing pieces of their pasts, but he didn't have any idea what to say. He hadn't gotten that far into the book, had he?

Either way, the brothers had lived through hell. No wonder they were the way they were..

Kaito smirked some and shook his head. "Like you said.." He murmured, then glanced at him and smiled a little. "You have me now, and you just spent eighteen hours saving a guy you just met." He said with a small chuckle.

Then he got quiet and he lowered his gaze to the bed. "I might just bring more grief though.. Bad luck just loves hanging over me."

Kaito blinked when Fijore's voice had that ring of seriousness to it, and he glanced at the man. Okay, he'd picked up on quite a bit since he found him, but he hadn't guessed what kind of demon he was.. Listening though, he did feel not-so depressed. Still though, he didn't deserve bad luck. He smirked some though, as he raised his eyes back up at the ceiling.

He glanced at Fijore when he spoke again and sheepishly smiled a tiny bit. "But you didn't." Kaito said casually. In the end, he did it.

Kaito smiled some when he spoke, and subtly glanced at Fijore when he leaned back. After a bit, he figured his head fallen asleep and decided to read more of the journal, so he picked up the book and spent that hour reading a few more pages.

When he glanced up when he heard the man and smirked lightly. "It's alright." Kaito said, nodding some at the mention of food. "I can eat."

Kaito stifled a chuckle when Fijore replied with that grin, then subtly watched him walk out of the room. He picked up the journal and read two pages before he came back, and set the book on the table. He carefully held the bowl and tilted his soup. "Can't say I've ever had it." He admitted shyly before taking a bite.

A week? What was he supposed to do after that, go back to the streets? The thought made him feel a tad bad, but then he figured he could always just come visit him, and at least his wing would be alright by tomorrow. He enjoyed the food, like he had the previous days.

Kaito glanced at Fijore when he spoke, and nodded. If course he could ask him something, anything really. He vaguely remembered mentioning it last night.. Maybe he didn't? Kaito ate a little more of the soup before glancing at Fijore once more, smirking some. "I'd like that.. Thanks."

For one, he'd have a good over his head and for two, he'd be close to the doctor, making him a very happy dark angel.