The child looked thoughtful, placing a finger to his lips in gesture. It made Ichiro nearly lose his serious composure and reach out to squeeze his chubby cheeks. "I fell down..." "And why did you fall down?" Ichiro asked, but the little one couldn't answer so he explained; "you tried to kick too high and lost your stance. Focus on kicking where you still feel able to stand without falling, high kicks can come later when you have more experience." The small boy nodded and grinned, probably not absorbing a single word Ichiro said, but the man didn't worry about it, the child would learn in his own time. He sent the boy to run around just twice and noticed that the children's mothers were beginning to gather at the entrance of the hall. With a wave of his hand, he called them in, before helping the quickest runners to stretch out their small legs and arms. One by one, they ran to their mothers, still filled with energy even though it was possibly a little bit less than as if they hadn't attended his lessons before. He simply lamented that he couldn't do much more for them; all of the children were white belts, technically speaking and that was what they would remain, unless they went to another club. It was not that he was not qualified, in fact prior to his fifteenth birthday, he had already qualified as a second degree black belt. He had taken courses; in first aid and in basic health and safety, he'd made sure the hall he had picked to teach in was up to code, he had even managed, though it was a struggle, to obtain the necessary insurances. But... His smile wasn't fixed, no matter the turmoil in his heart as he ushered mothers and children out of the door. "Oh, about the fee," the mother of the smallest child and his big brother, another of Ichiro's students began... "It's alright," he said, understandingly. "Just pay me when you have it next." The woman guided her children away grateful, the children waving a last goodbye as they disappeared down the street. He watched them a while for this neighbourhood was not the safest of places; the boarded up houses scattered either side of the street the hall was on attracted the homeless, gangs of bored youths and worse, criminals. But the rent was cheap and was his to use as he pleased so long as he kept up with the payments. As he also ran a class for 'exercise' purposes and another for 'self-defence', coupled with the four small classes of children, he was just about bringing home enough, after expenses to pay the rent on their apartment... and nothing else. But what else could he do since he had given up the chance to go to university to take care of his brothers, rather than their broken family be shattered further and very few places would pay a decent wage to an Omega. He sighed, entering the building in order to change clothes before locking up and returning home. Only, before he managed to turn the second key in the old lock, did he realise that he was in the company of another. He turned to see a tall, older man, smartly dressed with wire framed glasses and peppered grey brown hair. The man offered him a caring smile. "Hello, Jason," The man greeted. Ichiro frowned and turned to complete what little form of security he could give the old building. "Don't call me that," he said, coldly. "I don't go by that name anymore." "It is the name your father gave you when you were born," the man chided, disapprovingly. "Precisely," Ichiro replied in the same icy tone. "So you'll now only answer to your middle name, which your mother gave you," he sighed as if Ichiro's attitude was too much to bear. "I understand that you miss her..." "You understand nothing!" Ichiro spat, angrily, before taking a deep breath to calm himself. "Look, what do you want?" "Can't your Uncle say hello without alternative reasons?" Ichiro glared at the man that he happened to know was born a Beta. He was always like this, always acting so reasonable and kind, it was just that he had one fatal flaw which meant that no matter his personality and no matter how well he had treated Ichiro and his brothers, especially in the last few years, saving them from a life in foster care until Ichiro was old enough to take responsibility, helping them with the deposit on their apartment... Ichiro could not bring himself to fully accept this man's kindness. "You are not my Uncle. But I can guess that you are here about dad." The man's eyes softened immediately as he stated; "He misses you. Won't you please visit him? He's been asking about you." Ichiro chuckled without mirth. "Did he perhaps ask about Jiro or Saburo while he was at it?" There came no answer for there was only one and that was too damning to speak of. Instead the man could only ignore the question and ask once more; "Please. Jail has been hard on him." "Hard on him? Hard on him?!" Ichiro felt his anger turn into inextinguishable fire within his belly. "So what!? Perhaps he should have thought what might be the consequences of his actions before he took her to that slaughter house!" "The pregnancy was harming her, he only did that to try and save her!" "Is that what he told you?" Ichiro sneered. "Keith, I know that you love him. But don't be blinded by his lies. What he did, he did for himself. Because he couldn't bear to be the man that sired four Omega children." Seeing the man appear torn, wanting to believe, not wanting to believe, Ichiro let go of his hatred of his anger, knowing that it wasn't what she would have wanted and told him with all honesty; "You are a good man, Keith. Loyal. But he really doesn't deserve your love. Just as he didn't deserve my mother's." And with that said, Ichiro walked away.