SDR2 SPOILERS. 

It's been one, nearly two months since they awoke from the Neo World Program. Absently, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu swiped a finger across the screen, a rather bored look on his expression. Sure, therapy was fun in all (he could hear the sarcasm in his head), but it didn't really help when you didn't talk.

Fuyuhiko had not spoken a word since he had awoken. All attempts usually fell flat and on deaf ears- between Hajime's pleading and Miaya's weird-ass Usami, which really creeped him out (more than the one in the simulation, for some odd reason), Fuyuhiko was unbelievably tired.

He held an E-Book in his hands- it held memories at his very fingertips, as it did not only hold information much like the one in the simulation, but contacts to other Future Foundation members

Tapping Makoto's icon once, which read 'away' in light orange letters, he quickly started his text, then ended it in a few words.

Going out for a walk.

That was not supposed to be allowed, of course- but he didn't care. It had been ages since he went outside- even before the Neo World Program. Makoto would probably not see it until later, and by that time, Fuyuhiko would be back.

Placing the handbook on the table with a gentleness he did not know he possessed, Fuyuhiko stood, his actions slow and deliberate as he checked the window, rather tentatively pulling back the curtains to check the street, which had been eaten by the darkness, but he did not mind.

Walking out in the hallway, he passed by Akane, who had a loaf of bread in her mouth, muttering a greeting to him around the bread, to which he only nodded too- like every other day.

It would always be like that. While Fuyuhiko did want to voice his opinion from time to time, it was as if his mouth did not want to speak, as if it was scared of the scars that rested on his tongue. Scars of the past, a past he did not want to remember.

He passed no one after that, and that was how he liked it. With his hands in his pockets, a trench coat pulled over his shoulders, his eyepatch, and his fedora, he felt comfortable with going outside.

Sure, he'd be the edgiest person out there at the moment, but he really gave little to no care.

At the thought of an edgy person, Fuyuhiko thought of the supposed 'Dark Lord', Gundam Tanaka, and suddenly everything hurt again- you can't ever bring them back.

People kept telling him- yeah, life goes on- but he couldn't just forget the wounds that had been carved into his heart.

It was raining when the former despair remnant stepped outside, but Fuyuhiko only lifted his head to stare at the sky, which descended upon him as if it wanted to take him away. Not many people were outside- some hobbled by with umbrellas, others called out for the other person as they ran, still drenched.

Cold took hold of his shoulders, but Fuyuhiko paid it no attention, merely tugging at the rim of his fedora and lowering his gaze to the ground.

A noise cut through the drenching rain.

A cry of a baby.

Eye searching side to side, Fuyuhiko walked with a lookout for the cries... when he turned into the alleyway.

The baby wailed, throwing its' little fists around. "Mammaaaaa! Mamaaaaaa!"

With a dead expression, one of gloom and despair that washed over his eye, Fuyuhiko reached out with a scarred hand to brush against the top of the baby's head, which was topped with a small lining of blonde fuzz.

Look at you... lost and confused, like me. But in a different way.

What spurred him on to take the baby rather carefully in his arms... he did not know. The next thing the Kuzuryuu knew, was that he was walking down the street with the baby cradled against his chest, hidden from the rain by the cloth of the trench coat that was draped over it.

The baby had stopped calling out for its' parents, instead snuggled against the chest of the former yakuza, face quite content with the situation.

With a light sigh, and the slight shift of the cloth so that he himself wouldn't get too wet either, Fuyuhiko went upon his way, ears sharp for any calls.

"Misaki! Misaki!"

There we go.

Turning towards the voice, he could catch sight of the figure, dressed in shades of a dull blue and grey, running around in panic, hands cupped over their mouth as they dashed from street to street, still quite visible as they reached the street, whose's pavement he was standing on.

Waving a hand, Fuyuhiko managed to catch the woman's attention. It was hard not being able to speak sometimes, as many unnecessary things he had to do were time-consuming and often irritating, but it didn't seem to be the case here.

As she made eye contact with him, her eyes were drawn to his chest, and the woman gasped. "My baby! My precious Misaki!"

She was completely soaked, which made Fuyuhiko hesitate to give Misaki to her, but as he passed the baby over to her, she flinched and stepped away, with unbelievable speed.

"You're..."

Cradling Misaki closer to her chest, the woman's eyes widened with her. "What did you do to her?"

He arched an eyebrow.

"Y-You're the Remnant of Despair, aren't you?! One of them, in the very least! What did you do to Misaki? Poison her? Teach her your terrible ways?!"

Fuyuhiko was about to start with shaking his head, but a motherfuckin' fist flew out of nowhere, colliding squarely with his jaw and sending the mute flying backwards.

"Oi!" The man roared- probably the father of Misaki. His back hit the pavement, and for a moment, Fuyuhiko just laid there, one eye staring at the sky with an amount of pure hopelessness in his gaze, before the bark of the father brought him back to reality. "What are you gonna do? Fight me? I'd like to see you try."

The yakuza slowly sat up, and for a moment- just a moment- he could see the father flinch. Wiping the back of his hand across his face, Fuyuhiko brought the fist away from his face, examining the dark red blood that now tainted his skin.

Rather than blow up, he calmly transferred his gaze to the man.

Misaki started crying, and the mother shushed her, trying her best to get the girl to calm down.

As he stood, on trembling legs, he walked towards Misaki.

"S-Stay away! You're the yakuza, right? Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu?"

A nod.

Her eyes grew even colder than before, brittle, shattered pieces of broken glass of grey. "You better stay away from my daughter!"

Misaki started wailing even louder.

"Shhh, baby-"

With one glance at the tall, buff man (who's stature reminded him much of Gozu's, someone of Future Foundation who he respected to a certain agree much like he did Nekomaru in the simulation), Fuyuhiko held up his two hands, implying no harm and took a few steps towards the mother and her daughter.

As he reached for the baby, the woman whipped away, her gaze terrifying.

He did not doubt the power of a mother's love. Of someone who was very overprotective of someone close to them... he had felt it many times.

Yet, as Fuyuhiko gave her a strange look, she slowly brought Misaki, still whining and wailing, out, rivers of rain casading down her face, like it would wash down the cracks in the road.

Very carefully, he brushed the tips of his fingers against the baby's head. Through her tears, the baby threw her fists out- and smiled.

... it was a feeling to behold.

Fuyuhiko found his own lips twitching up, a light twinke to his single eye.

"I... I thought you were heartless. I thought you would do anything to achieve despair. You- you wrecked the world for it. Brought it down to its' knees, and treated it like a game," she whispered.

Fingers digging into his fedora, the remnant of despair brought the hat to rest over his heart, revealing the mess of blonde hair (which he really should get trimmed).

In a hoarse voice, he spoke, for the first time since they had left the simulation (it was actually longer then that, since he did not speak during the simulation- no one did). "People change, ma'am."

With that, he placed the hat back over his head, turned his back on the couple and their daughter, and disappeared into the waterfall of what the clouds brought on Earth.

You always had a kind heart, Young Master.