Satoshi sat outside the dojo. He was by himself but he knew he needed someone. He needed his brother and a really good therapist. He needed to talk to Takashi, to tell him about the emotions that had been going through him lately. But most of all Satoshi had to tell Takashi about his secret, the one he had kept hidden for months now. As if his brother could read thoughts Satoshi looked up to see his brother coming down the path. Satoshi tried to clear his eyes. He had been crying because he did not know what to do anymore.

Takashi was walking down the path and saw his little brother sitting quietly outside wiping his eyes. Takashi sidled over worried about his brother the whole way. 'What could be wrong with him? Why is he sitting still?' A million questions were running through Mori's head. When he got there he took a seat also.

"Hey there Satoshi what's up? I don't think I have ever seen you sit this still," Takashi said.

"Taka-bro can I talk to you about something?" Satoshi asked his stomach knotting.

"Of course you can talk to me about anything," Takashi looked with worry at his little brother.

"I can't keep going on like this Taka- bro. I can't keep pretending I'm OK. I'm not. Far from it actually. I need help Takashi, serious help. Please don't be angry," Satoshi said rolling up his sleeve.

Mori looked at what he saw and his face fell. There were cuts on his brother's arms some fresh.

"Satoshi," he said getting the kids attention," I am not mad. You will get the help you need but we have to tell dad."

"No please don't tell him ," Satoshi begged pulling his sleeve down.

"Don't tell me what?" Akira's voice came. He had been walking toward the gardens for some meditation when he heard the voices of his sons coming from the dojo.

"Can you tell him for me?" Satoshi asked looking at his big brother.

"Yes. Dad Satoshi has informed me that he needs help. And he needs to get it."

"What kind of help? Are you doing OK son?" Akira asked sitting down next to his son.

"No dad I'm not fine I need psychological help," Satoshi said pulling up his sleeve to show his dad what had happened.

"What for… Oh Satoshi," Akira said looking at his child's arms. He took his child in his arms and hugged him. "Let's go into the house, OK? We need to tell your mother and she should be back from her errands soon." He felt his son nod into his chest. They got up together and started to head towards the house. Mori and Akira exchanged a glance that asked the other what they were going to do to help the youngest member of their family.

The three men made their way up to the house and somehow found themselves in the kitchen. Satoshi plopped down in a chair and started to cry again. Mori put his arm around Satoshi and rubbed his back.

"Hey there, we are here for you, OK? " Mori said as worry crossed his face. 'What would make him do this? How can I help him?' Mori thought.

Akira had found himself making tea. He made a cup for himself and then looked at Satoshi and Takashi. Takashi looked up at him and silently communicated that they did not need tea. After Akira was done making his tea he came over to the table and sat down. He looked at his two sons and touched Satoshi's hand. Satoshi looked up.

"What Dad?" he asked with no emotion in his voice. Just then the kitchen door opened and someone walked in. Fuyuko. Satoshi quickly dried his eyes on his sleeve as his mother finished sending a text to one of her friends. Satoshi looked over at his father and then at his brother with his eyes full of one question: How is Mom going to take this?' Akira squeezed his hand and gave him a weak smile. Mori gave his shoulder a pat and a squeeze. Fuyuko looked up from her phone and saw three people that she did not expect.

"What are you three doing in here? Satoshi what is wrong?" Fuyuko asked concerned. She saw the worry on her husband and eldest son's faces. She had also noticed the swollen and red eyes of her youngest son. Her mother's intuition told her something was seriously wrong. She caught herself on the counter and waited for someone to tell her what was wrong.

"Mom, I am so sorry," Satoshi said crying. The tears were rolling down his face and unable to stop.

"What happened?" She whispered through the knot forming in her throat.

Mori pulled out a chair and told his mother to sit before he pulled up the sleeve on his brother's arm, "He needs our help."

Everyone watched her eyes grow and the tears form, "What happened? Who did that to you?"

"I-I did it to myself," Satoshi choked out.

"No, you couldn't have done that. Why would you do that?" His mother cried.

"It made me feel better. I don't know," he cried. He felt his brothers arms go around him and pull him into a strong embrace.

"My baby, why?" She asked as she stood up and made her way to her son. She needed to hold her baby. She wanted to make him feel better, but was at a loss as to how to fix this. She was the mother, she was supposed to be able to make everything better, but she knew that a kiss and telling him it will be alright would not make this better. She grabbed onto both of her boys and did not want to let them go.