Kuroda went to sit in the chair. He wasn't too comfortable with the thought of sitting on the bed with her. If he did, and one of her brothers walked in, they might get the wrong idea. Definitely not a good idea. When Yomi asked to learn about his parents, he squirmed a bit in his seat. It wasn't something he really wanted to talk about. But, he owed her, and if she was going to trust him, he might as well tell her as much as he was comfortable sharing. He took a deep breath, and started talking.<br/><br/>"Well, I never knew my father. I tried to ask my mom a few time, but she always changed the subject. What I do know about him is that he was a very powerful dragon demon. I mean, he must have been. Why else would I be able to control fire and grow wings?" He chuckled. "Anyways, my mom is the one who raised me. It was... difficult for her." His gaze turned down to the floor. "We could never stay in one place for long. We would've been killed, me for being a half demon, and her for giving birth to the spawn of a demon. I stayed with her until I was fifteen, when..." His voice trailed off, and his hand clutched the hilt of his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white. He had never shared this with anyone, and he found that it was hard for him to speak.