Some of the closest kinds of heroes one can find; family. It takes a lot to be a great parent... and siblings don't seem to have to try sometimes. The connection-- the bond of blood is almost always there. So many people look up to their parents, siblings, and relatives as heroes; maybe even as role-models, or as examples in ways to better themselves.

I am no hero here... I have family, I have relatives, but none whom have looked up to me for hope and courage, for strength and determination... for a will to go on. It was always me who was looking to my father for support, not once did my family do so. My family was strong and I was just learning the ropes, and it took awhile before I got the hang of it.

My father and mother were both proud of me when I finally made it into the wrestling industry, relatives and the like sending me their congratulations. However, none would consider me a hero... why should they? What did I do to elevate them? To save them!?

I want to know how... to be able to be a hero for my family, for my friends, for my fans... but every time I think I see my answer it just slips right away. Maybe if I don't look for an answer it will come to me, but I've had to fight for a lot of things throughout my life, and fighting for an answer just comes natural to me.

I wonder if Violent A ever faced problems like these... he's always seemed so damn laid back despite his all-business like attitude he holds at times. Back before he got that Damien complex of his, he was probably one of the most unique entities I knew in this fed. Now... well, now he's reduced himself to being like the same old garbage you get at every other federation around; an underworld dropout.

Yet everything he does somehow manages to pull in the ratings because, despite being the same recycled garbage, he still keeps you guessing as to what he plans to do, or who he truly is. Which is he this week: good guy or bad? Is he the hero now, or has he become an anti-hero? Is he going to fight the good fight for what he believes in, or is he going to wear a cloak and talk about the devil?

He's good at hiding whatever it is about him that makes him who he is, or maybe he's just openly showing it off to the world and we just don't see it. I wonder if he's fighting for an answer like I am, a way to solve the problems circulating through his mind...

There are days when I wish I could just lose all memory of what once was; to eliminate the burden of these problems I've made for myself, but to do so would just make me forget all the great things I was given in this life.

I... I'd never want to forget the love I had with Crystal, or the close bond between my friends and I growing up. The realization all that time ago that yes, I DO love Suki Minamoto... and the struggles thereafter in dealing with the knowledge that I was finally moving on from a past I'd wanted to hold onto for so damn long.

To forget everything would be more of a curse then a blessing... because I'd also forget what it takes to be the hero again, by forgetting the one who I call my own hero.

I would hate to forget my father, and all that he's done for me since I was born. He's the only hero I've ever allowed myself to ha-- no, not allowed... it just happened over time. My father is a great man, it was inevitable that I would call him my hero over time.

Thanks, dad... for helping make me who I am today.

You're what I only wish I could be... a hero in every sense of the word. Someone people can look to for hope and motivation... that they can respect and cheer for, that they can count on for support.

I just wish more people could realize that.

Mom, she was always there to try and help, but she was more like Crystal then she was my father; she was like an angel. My guardian angel; it was like my mom was always protecting me every step of the way while my father helped guide me forward and give me advice. Crystal was always there for support growing up, always there for motivation... and when the time came, that torch was given to Suki to keep me going.

Somehow, I think Crystal knew what would happen when she left this world... she always teased that Suki and I might get together should we ever fall apart. I always teased Suki's brother would kill me if I tried, and she would laugh and take my hand in hers.

Suki had a brother for protection... a brother who she could look up to as a hero of her own. Even when her family, for a short time, seemed to crumble around her... she had her brother and us for support. We were her heroes, and ironically... we were the ones to help her mend a broken home. Her parents, on the verge of a divorce, pulled themselves together and finally managed to bring the love back into their house.

A rarity among crippled families, but somehow they did it... and to this day, Suki remains grateful for that.

Me... I had no siblings to look to for protection or support; I was an only child. The only relatives I knew growing up were much older then I as well... never did I know a family member of my age to play with, much less one slightly older to look up to. These were the consequences of being an only child, but I had my friends there to help me through that well enough. In the end though... I guess this is why it's no surprise to me that I cannot see myself as a hero to my family. To be honest, there's nothing to look up to in me; ALL of us our skilled in our own little ways and are all proud of what we do... we wouldn't wish to be someone else, too prideful. I suppose you could say it's one of my greater downfalls.

In the end... I'm not a hero to family. I'm admired and respected... but I'm still no hero.

Then again, maybe I'm just speaking blindly. One can only hope, right?