Once Little Kyle was done eating, Kyle turned to him and looked at him gently.

"I know we just met, Kyle, but do you trust me? At least, do you trust that I won't do anything to harm you?" Kyle asked softly, looking him straight in the eyes.

Little Kyle looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and the concern he had. Little Kyle struggled a bit, thinking of what he should do. Could he trust Big Brother Kyle? He thought of everything that had happened, and how Big Brother Kyle did things without even asking for anything in return.

Even before he knew what was going on, he helped. Even after he knew that the situation was worse than first thought, he still wanted to help.

Tears formed in Little Kyle's eyes and he sniffed. It's been a long time since he felt he could truly depend on someone.

Little Kyle didn't say a thing and he nodded.

"Are you okay now to talk?" Kyle asked, "I want to be able to help you and your mother, but I can't do so if I don't know the details."

Little Kyle nodded again, taking a deep breath.

"Are you Sheng Wenyu?" Kyle asked.

Little Kyle looked at him in shock, his eyes and mouth wide open. All he did was nod.

"My real full name is Kai Sheng Wenyu," Little Kyle said, "But

Kyle blinked. This was highly unusual.

A name was important and a name was carefully chosen for the Chinese. Sheng Wenyu was his traditional name, with 'Sheng' being the surname. Usually, when one didn't want to be referred to their traditional name, they would choose an English name, placed before the surname.

This often aided when one was dealing with people outside their Country. In Little Kyle's case, the name that was chosen for him was Kai? Which was, essentially, not an English name but still Chinese and in the Cantonese dialect, it meant 'chicken'.

What mother would call her son 'Chicken' officially? Though Kay did say that it was not registered as Kai but still ... then again, in some countries, like Country Hw, 'Kai' meant ocean. Kyle just found the whole thing weird, but who was he to judge?

Getting his mind back on the matter at hand, Kyle asked the next question.

"Do you remember what happened three years ago?" Kyle asked softly, taking Little Kyle's hand in his own. Xing Han was keeping quiet, observing everything and waiting for whatever revelations Little Kyle would be giving.

Little Kyle looked at that big hand in his. He thought of how that big, warm hand just covered his hand completely. Is this how it felt to have a brother? He shook his head. Little Kyle looked at Big Brother Kyle.

Too young to be a father, but somehow, the vibe he felt from Big Brother Kyle was just like his father. He couldn't really remember how his father looked like, but the feeling was something he never forgot.

The warmth. The love. The security.

But all of that got burned down along with the house.

He still couldn't believe what had happened, and his memory was a bit hazy. But he wanted to tell Big Brother Kyle about it. He had been holding it in for so long, and he couldn't talk to his mother about it. She would just go pale and cry silently when she thought he wasn't looking.

Taking several deep breaths, Little Kyle began his story hesitatingly.

"I ... I do not remember much," he began, then looked at Kyle pleadingly.

Kyle patted his hand, saying gently, "It's okay. Just tell us what you do remember. Everything and anything is fine."

Little Kyle nodded again, and closed his eyes as he thought back, "I know Dad is not my real father, but ... I remember a big house. Somewhere. I only remember a bit but I remember a man. I think he is my father. But ... but ..."

"But?" Kyle said encouragingly.

"But he was always so busy. I ... I cannot remember what he looks like ... I .. I ..." Little Kyle sniffed, "Uncle Xian always came to visit. I don't like him."

"Why?"

Little Kyle shrugged, "I don't know. He ... I ... I just didn't like him."

"Did he do anything to you? Say things that you didn't like?" Kyle asked, prodding gently.

Little Kyle shook his head, "No. He always brought sweets."

Kyle frowned. A child's instinct was normally correct, so in this case - even though Sheng Xian was nice and tried to bribe Little Kyle, it was obviously futile.

"Do you remember the fire?"

Little Kyle shook his head, "Not really. I just remember it was hot. Mother carrying me. We escaped but Mother said our old life was gone and we had to live a new life."

Kyle sighed softly to himself, thinking about what Little Kyle was saying. He was too young to truly remember what had happened. The one that would really know, would be his mother.

Time for Phase two. Pick up the mother.