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Saishi broke out into a cold sweat as his horrid memories returned once again...

"Mother! Look! I got a gold star at school!" His mother smiled and hugged him. "That's great, Saishi. Looks like you had a good day, huh?" He nodded. "Uh-huh. Where's Father? I want to show him!" His mother let go of him and slapped him to the ground. "You cannot, son! Your father..." She didn't complete the sentence and went inside. Saishi sat there for a bit before he picked his stuff and himself up.
"I know Father disapproves of me so much... Gold stars would never please him. He wants something dark and emotionless... He wants a real son," Saishi said as he held his paper with the gold star. He began to shed tears and ripped the paper in half. He sat in his room sobbing, and as his mother called him down for supper he threw the two halves into the trash can.
His mother began putting the servings of food onto the plates. "Saishi dear, please set up the table for Mummy Dear." Saishi nodded and began to set up the silverware and plates.
His father had come home already and passed by his room. "That boy needs to learn how to clean up his messes... And possibly get rid of these juvenile playthings," he said harshly to himself. He began to pick up the so-called 'juvenile' toys and threw them into the trashcan. He noticed a shredded paper. "What is this?"
"What is taking your father so long?" his mother anxiously asked. Saishi shrugged his shoulders. His father marched down the stairs. "Oh there you are, dear--"
"Shut up, woman!" his father barked at her. His eyes were furious and he took Saishi by the collar and threw him down to the kitchen floor. "Father! What did I do?" Saishi begged.
"You thought I would not find out?!?!?" He took out the ripped halves of his praised paper. "Father... I... I did good at school..." His father took out his belt and began whipping him. "This is not good enough! I didn't have a son to be a bookworm or some slender, weak scholar! I had a son so he would be strong enough to carry on my legacy! What?! Do I have to beat it into your mind every fricking night?!?!?!" his father cursed.
The whips were made louder with each hit that night. The sounds of the whips and screams could still be heard in Saishi's mind...

"You really are still weak, Saishi? Even after my death, you knew nothing to get stronger? Our mortal enemy, the werewolf, could sense me before you could. That is sickening!" His dead, phantasmic father drop kicked him. Riku screamed.
Karasu ran over to Saishi's side. "Saishi! Saishi, speak to me!" He glanced upwards at the mysterious ghost. "What the hell is wrong with you?!!"
The figure stared at him intently. "I have the responsibility of teaching my son, do I not?" Karasu gasped. "You're Saishi's father...? That cannot be! Saishi told us he was dead..."
He began to laugh maniacally. "I am dead. This forest is for the Hellbound souls. I have the ability to live eternity here, though." Riku gulped. "And your wife--Saishi's mother...?" The man stood erect and silent. "I've no idea where she is..."

Saishi began to stir. His father stared in disgust at him. You have no idea how much I hate you, Saishi... My son, I hate you so much...