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The call came early. 5am sharp. The winter days still shuttering any light from morning. Only a faint hum of the world outside

Ryujis mind was still halfway in slumber. Reaching over and fumbling around for his alarm clock. Only to see the rumble was coming from his phone.

Unknown number, great.

“Mmmgh-?”

“Sakamoto-kun?”

He recognized that voice. Adrenaline shot right to his head. Jolting him to alertness.

“Y-yes Toyma-san .”

“How far are you from the shibuya north hospital campus?”

Ryuji stuttered, muttering beneath his breath as he scrambled to do the mental math.

“Depending on the train like, 20 minutes?"

“Good. We need you here as soon as you can. I’ll have an assistant waiting at the north entrance.”

“A-and Makeru?””

“No visitation will be allowed. Once the nurses say they’re ready, you will leave with the child.”

Ryuji was already fumbling into his clothes. Grey slacks and whatever shirt wasn't dirty “Not even a hello? For real?”

He could hear the man’s dissatisfaction over the phone “Remember the contract, no further contact between you two. No evidence of the relationship.”

“G-got it. See you in a few.”

Ryuji had already gotten his socks on by the time he hung up. Grabbing his belongings in a mad dash for the door.

“Shit shit shit-“

He went back, nearly forgetting his subway card. Slipping in and out of his room, only stopped by the dim outline of his mother.

“Ryuji..? Why are you up so early? It’s a Sunday.”

The boy shook his head. Steadying himself amidst the rush. Everything, everywhere, screaming at him,

“It’s Makeru- they need me at the hospital.”

“Makeru-what’s she…Oh…” Her eyes widened “No wonder you’re in such a hurry, just get on the train, I’ll meet you over there when I get the chance.”

Her words were brief. Understanding the state of anxiety her son must be feeling. God she felt for him. A young boy, pulled by the whims of his age into a huge responsibility. Watching him run down the hallway and practically burst out the door.

————-

Ryuji realized he’d never really been to a hospital before. At least like, the more hospital-y looking bits of it.

The waiting room was completely vacant. Besides him, the dark form of Toyma-sans assistant, and the little plush fish he swiped from a tourist stop on the way there. He didint catch what it was when he bought it. Mackerel maybe? Some kind of tuna? Hell he didn't know. Both were tasty.

Looking for levity he glanced over at the nameless attendant. Sitting perpendicular to him with mind annoyance in his eyes. Ryuji cracked a smile.

“Hey uh-you know if there’s a vending machine ‘round here? I’d kill for some coffee, I can grab you a drink if you’d like, sir.”

The man was stone-faced. Ignoring the boys offer.

“No? To a free drink…alright man.”

Ryuji let his eyes wander. To the flat ceilings and empty walls, the decor- trying to make up for the absolute…sterility of it all.

“So…is Makeru ok? Like is she hurt?”

“Toyma-San keeps that to himself.”

“Oh…alright. What about the baby then? Is it a boy or a girl? Because I don’t think I’d be able to handle raising-“

“It’s a girl. She seems to be perfectly healthy. That’s all that is known.”

His heart skipped.

“A girl…damn I don’t know what I’m gonna do. Honestly, I was hoping for a boy, but beggars can’t be choosers…I….guess.”

The man remained still. Stoic. Uncaring at the boy’s visible stress.

Ryuji hunched over. Holding that damn fish against his chest. Bunnies, teddy bears, all the regular baby stuff he could have gotten. And he chose the fish.

“Do babies even like fish? Like they can’t eat ‘em, but do they think they’re cool?”

The unnamed man looked frustrated. Glaring daggers into Ryujis eyes.

“Take that as a no…”

Before he had to spend another minute with the mystery man, he was jolted by a soft “ahem” from his shoulder. A kindly nurse stood alongside the stern man. With a soft smile that cut through the harshness.

“Sakomato?”

Ryuji nervously startled to his feet “oh y-yes that’s me.”

She gestured for him to follow her. Bringing him through the empty halls. The guard trailing behind them like they were celebrities, or prisoners. Despite the coldness he’d been shown before, the nurse showed him some much needed warmth.

“So you're the father?” The nurse smiled “Congratulations! It must be very nerve-wracking. Being a first time dad and all that.”

Ryuji sighed “yea yea…it’s a lot.”

“It’s ok, every dad gets nervous. It’s a big change you know.”

Around the corner was a wall with a long window cut into it. The words “nursery” was hung up with cutesy letters. Images of storks and bunnies and all the baby stuff you could think of. He’d seen this kind of thing in pictures before. All the cribs lined up side by side, with red-faced newborns sleeping or screaming. Almost every one looking the same. Damn, no wonder baby switch-ups were a thing.

The nurse pointed to the lower left side of the window "That's your girl right there. The one without the nametag on the crib.” She beamed at Ryuji “She’s such a precious thing.”

Ryuji's mind couldn't decide on an emotion. Shame? Worry? Excitement? All his brain managed to spit out was:

“She’s so tiny…”

“Oh don’t you worry, she’s a perfectly healthy weight. I’ve delivered dozens of babies, your little girl is perfect.”

He remained slack-jawed. Head almost touching the glass. Looking at this little living thing that was his. He made this. He didn't mean to, he didn't want to, but he did.

“You’re very brave” The nurse looked at him “taking responsibility like this at such a young age. Not many boys are willing to.”

“Mhm…yea.”

Her voice was background music. Every part of his focus on the child-his girl. Snuggled up in the plastic crib. Seeing her yawn and stretch out her mittened arms. Rubbing her tired eyes, and accidentally knocking off the pink hat. Ryuji chuckled.

“Guess she’s like me after all…always messing shit up.”

The nurse looked on with concern. Looking on as the boy wrapped his head around it all.

“Hey uh, nurse.”

“Hm?”

“Do you think she’ll like me?” He held his tongue “I don’t want her to hate me…more than anything, I just want her to-“

“You care about her, right?”

He held his breath “…yea?”

“As long as you care about her, I know she’ll love you. You’re her dad after all.” She smiled “and from my experience, babies aren’t too picky.”

—————

Ryuji felt like a criminal here. Always being followed. Not being able to let his mom into the hospital. Never allowed to see Makeru. Hell, no mention of her either. He had to sign an NDA for fucks sake. One that scrubbed Makeru of all connection, all evidence of the child. And put it right on Ryujis shoulders. In the eyes of the law and the world, that baby was his and his alone.

He was brought to a vacant maternity room and told to wait. No guard this time, just him and the fish. Which apparently was a salmon. Spent way too long looking it up. At least he got something to eat. Found a vending machine with some chips and a soda. Ryuji hadn't eaten in so long he was worried he’d pass out.

“Hey, ‘least I’m at a hospital.” He muttered, taking a swig.

The room was silent besides him. He hadn't bothered to turn on the lights, besides a dim lamp on the table. It was weird to think Makeru was in a room like this….

“Sakomato?”

Ryuji knew that damn voice. He jolted up, eyes locked on the face of Makeru's father, Umataro Toyma. Startlingly tall. With a short well-kept beard and a suit bearing some sort of crest on its lapel. Ryuji remembered Makeru's long tangent on her family’s history, a Kazoku noble family with deep ties to industry stretching 200 years. He had money, and one hell of a political position to boot. Head of Tokyos largest right wing political group. Technically Toyma-San was a prince or Duke of some sort. But to Ryuji he was a terrifying force. A dragon breathing flames into his very soul.

He bowed his head. Not wanting to stir the man’s ire.

“Good morning sir…” Ryuji flashed a nervous grin. It was only then that he noticed the folder in his hand. Unfolding it, Toyma showed the birth certificate. Information filled out, 7lb 6oz, female, with footprints stamped into the corner. All except the name, left empty.

“You remember our agreement Sakomato?” He huffed “no further contact with my daughter. No mention of prior events. You will leave today with the child under your care.”

Ryuji nodded “Yes sir.”

“Monthly payments will be sent by my associates. Again, under the table. The amount will not be debated or discussed. You get what you get. If you break any of the stipulations, there will be legal action taken” he glared “I won’t hesitate to sue you and your mother for all your worth.”

“I will sir.”

The man looked at the certificate. Handing Ryuji a pen. For once, he didn't seem focused on the agreement.

“What name did you have in mind? Can’t leave until you file the certificate properly.”

It had been in the back of Ryujis mind the past few months. Keeping tabs on names he noticed around him. Ryuji promised his mom to not choose anything dumb. He had a few in mind but..one seemed to come to mind.

All that could come to mind was…Tiny…

…Tiny…

“Aiko…Aiko Sakamato would that be ok?”

The man nodded in approval “that will do.”

With Toyma breathing down his neck he wrote out the name, trying to make it as neat as possible. He smudged the end a bit, but Toyma was already leaving the room by then.

…Just as a little hospital cart was wheeled into the room.

He could hear squeaks and cries. Tiny hands reaching up towards the nurse as she lifted her up from the crib. Wrapped up like a gift, a present he didn't deserve.

“Sorry to keep you waiting Sakomato, she’s just been a bit fussy.”

“Is she ok?”

“Just fine dear, I think she’s happy to meet her daddy.” She smiled “you’ve held a baby before, right?”

He grinned nervously “oh no I haven’t…”

“It’s alright, just make sure to support her head, I’ll help you.”

Ryuji had lifted 7 pounds, he could curl it with one arm without breaking a sweat. But Aiko felt different. Mentally he knew Aiko only weighed as much as a jug of water. But when she settled into his arms, fully taking the weight of her little body. It felt like so much more.

He held a life. A living breathing part of himself.

Maybe it was just his mind running wild but Aiko felt so much like him…maybe it was her eyes or the way her brow furrowed. The little tuft of thin hair that managed to poke out from her hat. Even all pink and wrinkly he still saw his face reflecting back. Well his, and Makerus.

“Hey kid…” His voice was weak, warbly “…guess I’m your dad.”

He looked to the nurse for approval. Something, some sign he was doing ok. She just smiled along.

“Your names Aiko, I uh-hope you like it, you can always change it later on if you want…”

The girl began to fuss, kick and squirm.

“Hey hey it’s ok it’s ok…no need to be scared. I won’t hurt you, promise.”

He lifted her closer. Rocking her in an anxious attempt to make her calm down. Probably a bit too harshly, but Aiko seemed to settle. Relaxing into Ryujis arms.

“See? I’m not scary.”

Tentatively, he reached out a hand. Grazing it against her little fingers. Maybe he was clueless about babies, but damn they were tiny. Her entire hand could barely grasp his thumb.

“Geeze you’ve got a strong grip, a little fighter in the making!” He pulled a bit, testing her strength “you’re a little superhero!”

Weird to think he was once this tiny. This wrinkly and pink and alien-looking. Being held by his mother, maybe even his dad (back when he gave a shit). Did his dad even hold him? Probably, but rarely…

His mind clouded with memories. Bitter ones. Things he had to choke down. All surrounding his damn father. Did he ever look at Ryuji the same way he looked at Aiko? With so much adoration, fear, and confusion. He couldn't figure out what hurt more. The fact his father used to love him, or the nagging fear he’ll despise his child just like he did.

——-

Makeru was the type of girl who just caught your eye.

Sitting just outside the schools track. Long silky hair held up by a pin for the hot weather. She didn't look surprising, no bold fashion or daring looks. But it was that glint in her eyes. A curiosity that drew Ryuji to her. He talked to her once before in passing, he remembered hearing her name from a track friend, Makeru Toyma. But not much else.

He’d been doing warm up laps all class and couldn't help but notice the girls watchful eyes. A quick wave and a smile, and he was absolutely infatuated.

Ryuji had come to rest besides her. Sweaty and unkempt, rubbing water bottle condensation on his head to cool off.

“This weathers crazy man, can’t wait for fall.”

She leaned back, fanning her face “it’s so muggy. Why do they make us run in this weather.”

“Eff if I know.”

He took a sip of the water, pouring the last over his head. Splashing a bit on Makeru in the process.

“Id be mad at getting wet-“ she laughed “but it feels kinda nice.”

“Right? God what I’d give to jump into a big pool.”

Sakomato was called back to the track. But he still kept thinking about Makeru. Seemed like fate kept drawing him to her. In between classes he went to grab an energy drink outside in the courtyard. Low and behold, she was right there. Tidying up after a short meal.

“What’s up?” He slid a few coins into the slot “what class is up next for you?”

“Oh I have biology next. Spent all night studying.”

“Ah same, history class has been kicking my ass.”

Makeru grinned “I don’t actually mind history. Find it kinda interesting.”

Ryuji leaned back against the wall. Cracking open the energy drink. Tasted like battery acid, but it was something.

“You know I was watching a documentary last night about the history of the Aztec empire. It’s surprising how recent it all was. We talk about it like it’s ancient history, some prehistoric empire, but that was medieval times, knights were running around Europe.”

“For real?”

“Oxford university is hundreds of years older.”

“Dang you know a lot.”

She laughed. Maybe it was the hot weather, but a tint of red rose from her cheeks “hey I can always help you study.”

Her abruptness caught him off guard. Nearly choking on his drink. “Study? Oh yea-I-I’d be down. Anything to get my grade up I guess.”

“What’s your name again? I sorta remember your name, something like Rorouko..Riik-“

“Oh it’s Ryuji! You’re Makeru right?”

She nodded. Smiling at him like an idiot.

Christ, he had to fall for her so quick.

————-

“So what was the order again?”

“It was the Paleolithic, then the Mesolithic, then the Neolithic. That’s the Stone Age. In between that was the Chalcolithic, or copper age, then the Bronze Age.”

Ryuji and his study buddy began meeting every other week. Slipping away into an empty classroom after school to study. Hardly anyone walked the halls these hours. Only tryhards and teachers. And down on their luck kids trying to turn their grades around. Even if Ryuji failed the class, it felt nice having someone outside the track team to talk to. Plus she was cute to boot.

“Do you remember what the most famous art of the Paleolithic was?”

Ryuji leaned back. Ruffling his hair as he tried to recall.

“Grrrr…wasint it the marble statues? Like all the naked guys.”

“That’s Ancient Greece.”

“Ughhh.”

She flipped to one of the pages in the textbook “this is the one, the Venus of Willendorf. One of the earliest depictions of the human body. Pretty easy to remember.”

Ryuji squinted at the textbook. The picture looked like a lump of clay formed into a chubby woman with some weird headband. One with oversized breasts and no visible face.

“Damn, people back then must have been horny. Look at those hips-“

Makeru elbowed him, laughing so hard she nearly fell out of her chair.

“Seriously dude? You’re getting horny for the Venus of Willendorf?”

“What? I’m not horny for it, I’m saying other people were horny for it, like my great great great great-“

She winked “I think you’re just projecting.”

“Projecting what?”

Makeru looked at him, not just at him, but right through him. Her eyes had that eerie quality. Not creepy, just…insightful.

“You’ve got eyes for someone Sakamoto?”

He knew his face was bright red. Embarrassment locking his arms in place.

“Uh…I mean not really-lots of cute girls at this school.”

Makeru smirked “you’re not hiding it, like, at all.”

Ryujis mouth hung open, slack-jawed at how braizen this girl was “…what can I say, you read me like a book.”

Her touch was light, but the warmth stung like a million needles. All right into Ryujis heart. She coyly pulled on his shirt collar. Getting him close enough to feel his breath quicken.

“I’ve got eyes for you too.”

She leaned closer, almost sitting on his lap. Watching Ryuji smile like a dumbass.

“You want to do this?”

He nodded “hell yes.”

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Rain was dripping off the hospitals awning. A grey cast falling over most of the city. If it were any colder Tokyo would be covered in snow. Probably for the best, didn't want Aiko getting frostbite. His girl was all bundled up in the car seat carrier thing Toyma had given him. An oddly kind gift from the man who scared the shit out of him, The little salmon plush tucked into the blankets. Couldn't tell if she was sleeping or not, but she at least seemed content.

Apart of him wished she was born sometime nicer. The spring or autumn perhaps.

“Ryuji!”

His mom was patiently waiting just outside the doors. Face red from the cold despite her long coat.

“Hey ma, sorry that they had to make you wait so long out here. Toymas a real ass-“

She couldn't care less. Pulling Ryuji into a tight hug. Almost crying but trying to stifle it.

“How are you feeling sweetie?”

Ryuji looked down at the baby seat in his hand. Watching Aiko move beneath the blankets.

“Better than I thought I would…”

Sitting on a nearby bench, Ryuji pulled back the blankets to reveal his little Aiko. Face scrunched up from the cold weather, eyes barely opened. The frigid air made her sneeze. Ryuji never thought a sneeze could be cute, he was wrong, everything about her was adorable.

Ryuji had never seen his mom smile so much. Happy tears beading up in her eyes.

“Oh my goodness…aren’t you the sweetest little thing” her voice hushed “my precious grandbaby…”

“Her name is Aiko, kinda had to come up with it on the spot, but hey” he sighed “it means a child of love, and I think that fits her pretty well.”

“I think it’s perfect.”

————

The whole day felt like a dream. One of those days where you think back to the morning and can’t believe it was the same day, or reality at all. He woke up a stupid, good for nothin’ teen.

And now he was all that with a baby on his chest.

His mom insisted on skin to skin cuddles. Going on a whole explanation of how it’s the best way for a baby to bond with its parents. Didn't bother Ryuji much. If anything it felt kinda nice. Laying on the couch with Aiko tucked beneath a blanket, sleeping on her fathers chest.

By all accounts he thought Aiko would hate his guts. Babies loved their moms the most, that’s what he had heard. They were their first home after all. Looking at the girl Ryujis mind began to wander. Thinking of Makeru alone in the hospital. Did she even get to see Aiko? To hold her own daughter? Toyma certainly wasn't that heartless. But seeing how the girl cuddled with him. How desperately she clung to him, he thought otherwise. Ryuji pulled her close.

“I won’t leave you kid, that’s a promise.”

His fingertips brushed the loose strands sticking out from under the hospital beanie. Curiously, he lifted up the pink hat, revealing a weird cone-esque head.

“-eugh! Is she ok? Is that normal?” Ryuji was ready to run out the door right then but his mothers laughter stopped him.

“Oh Ryuji, all babies look like that. Her head just got a little squished on the way out.”

“Way out?”

She scoffed “-its where you went in.”

“Ok ok I get it I get it-“

Aiko clearly didn't like the rude awakening. Grumbling and waving her little fists around as she cried.

“It’s ok kid, I gotcha. I didn't mean to insult your long head.”

He’d already been given all the lessons on baby-rearing and care from his mother. Practicing all the steps on a beat-up thrift store doll. Feeding, changing, swaddling. Just so he wasn't totally clueless. It felt easy enough with a lump of plastic. But replacing the plastic with a living, breathing child who wiggles and screams, ups the difficulty quite a bit. Despite his mother volunteering he went to the kitchen to make a bottle. Bouncing Aiko in one arm and trying to not spill milk powder all over his other arm.

“Come on be patient kid, it won’t take that long.”

Sakomato poured in the water and shook it, almost giving it to the baby before remembering.

“Ah shit- the microwave…how many seconds was it?”

“Until it’s warm but not hot” His mom yelled from the other room.

“That’s not-ugh I’ll eyeball it…”

Waiting for the bottle to heat up felt like an eternity with a screaming baby on your shoulder. The poor things face going bright red from crying.

“Sorry for the wait, got your bottle all nice and ready.”

He took a sip to check the temp, screwed on the nipple-thing, and finally got Aiko to quiet down.

“Hey, thats my girl.”

Ryuji remembered the lessons. Keep the bottle up but not too high, make sure the baby latches, all that jazz.

“You’re doing so well sweetie.” He heard his mother next to him, a warm presence on his shoulder “I know Aiko is happy to have such a good papa like you.”

He didn't look up. All of his attention was on Aiko.

“You sure?”

“Sweetie I’m positive, it’ll be an adjustment for sure, but I’m here to help you.”

“Thanks ma-“

His voice cut off. Hearing Aiko cough and spit up some of the milk, he sighed. Damn kid had a good sense of humor.

“I’ll clean that up…”

————

Ryuji was warned over and over- “once you have a kid, sleep becomes a precious thing.”

He wasn't surprised. It was a well known fact that babies can and will fuck up any semblance of a sleep schedule. Ryuji was no different.

Except for the first night, it was his own fears keeping him up.

Aiko was right next to him. Sleeping in a cardboard box with a tiny mattress. They didn't have the money for a true bassinet, and she’d grow out of it quickly, so for now a box would do. Aiko didn't seem to mind.

Well honestly, money wasn't the main issue. It was Ryujis overwhelming fear that he’d lose his baby. That at any moment she’d flip over and suffocate herself, choke or just stop moving. It was a nagging fear that gnawed at his brain before she was even born. One that kept him up all night with wide eyes and a quickened pulse.

Aiko stirred, Ryuji jolting up from his bed. The anxiety only subsided when he saw Aiko yawn and rub her eyes. Making the tiniest squeaks as she woke up. No hungry or irritated cries. Just adorable baby sounds.

“Hey kiddo…did I wake you up?”

He lifted her up from the box. Letting her settle onto his chest as he leaned back. The world paused for a moment. Comforting waves of darkness took up his vision. Covering his room in a coat of deep blue-grey shade. Only dim streetlights shone outside, giving him just enough light to see his baby. Eyes just barely open,

“Sorry to keep you up…worried sick.”

She spoke back, chirping and garbling. Ryuji sighed.

“I know you want your mom kiddo…I wish I could bring you to her. But old Umataro-ass said otherwise.” He looked down at the girl “I know you can’t even understand me.”

Aiko looked to be half-asleep. Drooling on his shirt while she dozed off. If Aiko had distrust, she clearly didn't show it. She loved on Ryuji like a child would their mother.

“You think I’m your mama don’t you?” He smiled “mama Ryuji, one hell of a title…”

Ryuji ruffled her hair. Even with the weird cone head she was the most precious thing Ryuji had ever seen. He didn't know if paternal instincts were real, some unknown force from humanities animal past. God he felt it. Adrenaline and happy chemicals flooding his brain, screaming at him to protect his baby at all costs. He nuzzled her face. Not realizing how good newborns smelled. Despite all the diapers and nasty stuff, Aikos head smelled like fresh laundry and flowers.

“You don’t hate me…”

He pulled her tighter, if such a thing was even possible.

“….I love you Aiko. Papas always gonna be here for you. That’s a promise I’m gonna keep. I’ve fucked everything up enough. I’ve fucked up Makerus life, my own life, my moms life, I just gotta make sure you end up okay.”

The realization crept up on him. Something he logically knew but mentally…just didn't cross his mind. She was a whole person, someone who’d grow up to love…or despise him. Maybe it was obvious, but the whirlwind few hours kinda messed up his brain.

“You’ll grow up with a papa that loves you, a papa who’s gonna take you to a good school and teach you how to ride a bike. Take you to sports practice n’stuff, or music practice, whatever you want kid. But I’m not gonna be like my papa, I’ll be nothing like that asshole.”

A tiny hiccup. One that melted his heart.

“God I love you…”

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It was a cosmic truth, some sick curse on Ryujis luck.

If something went well, the universe would strike him down in one way or another.

That curse was Kamoshida.

“You tell anybody about this Sakomato-” his voice stung like poison “…and I’ll tell everybody your secret.”

Ryuji gritted his teeth “yea? What the fuck is it then!? If you know so much about me-“

“-tch, I know you…I know you got a little too slap-happy with some politicians girl. You’ve got a little baby at home Sakomato. You’ve kept it a secret for long enough. But if you let anybody know about my business, I’ll let them know all about yours.”

One thing lead to another, one heated conversation, and poor Sakomato was left with a fucked-up leg and no chance. Brought to the hospital pissed off and unable to stand without screaming in pain.

Sitting on the table-bed thingy. His leg propped up in bandages. He’d never felt so..defeated. He was a horse with a broken leg. Not good for much else, no bright future ahead. All he could image was Kamoshida laughing his ass off. Saying how much he deserved to be put down.

In the moment, he let his worse half take over. Grabbing the plastic rail of the hospital bed and snapping it in two. Sending shards of plastic down to the linoleum. Gritting his teeth, clenching the bedsheets, he just wanted to scream. If any orderly walked by him they were going to-

“Ryuji?”

His mom, carrying Aiko in her arms, rushed to his side. Looking at her sons sorry state.

“Are you ok?”

The boy laughed “I mean-I’m still alive and kickin’”

He didn't want to look at his leg. The one thing that could have paved the way for his future, for his babies future. Was wrapped up in plaster dangling from some crane-device. It would heal thank god. Just never the same.

“You brought Aiko…”

The woman smiled “I got her from the sitter early, I knew she’d cheer you up.”

Sakomato handed the baby off to him. Giggling and kicking her feet with excitement. Any anger in him just…fizzled out.

“Hey theres my girl. Sorry you gotta see your pops in such a sad state.” He kissed her head “I’m all good now, papas just got a bum leg…”

Bum leg. God it was going to be nightmare to recover from. The bitch broke it, shattered it, getting back on his feet would be next to impossible…god he could already imagine the pain-

“Ba!”

Aiko grabbed his nose. Shutting up any thoughts which could send him spiraling. Her goofy little grin mimicking his own. The older she got, the more she started to resemble him. Her little smile and chubby cheeks, a perfect imitation of her father.

His mother sat beside the chair, smiling “I think the universe mixed up your baby..”

“Huh?”

She laughed “the universe gave you an angel instead.”

“An angel?” He chuckled “I don’t think I’m lucky enough for that.”

———-

His assumption was right, his leg wouldn't be the same. Even after he was able to take off the cast, it was still a pain. Weekly physical therapy, stretching, a whole list of yoga he was supposed to do. Even still it was a wreck. Had to take a break every few feet or else his leg would be an aching mess.

Preferably he’d be running around, practicing laps around the neighborhood or at school. Now he was stuck on the couch. Watching reruns of some old show while Aiko played. Toys scattered around the living room floor. Blocks, rattles, and her beloved fishie.

She’d been growing more and more independent. Aiko had learned to crawl a while ago. Forcing Ryuji to baby-proof the house in a rush. Pool noodles and cardboard duct-taped to any corner or point. Drawers shut with clunky babyproof locks. Even the gaps beneath furniture were sealed with cardboard to keep her from getting stuck beneath. Even if the gap was far too small for her to possibly fit.

“Hey Aiko! Papas got some snacks! Chicken time!”

He reached into a bag of cereal nearby, throwing a few loops on the ground around her. Grabbing the cereal off the ground like a chicken scrounging around for feed. Any reasonable parent would scold him. But hey, she had fun. He flapped his arms like a chicken and squaked.

“Bawk-bawk! That’s what a chicken says!” He threw more to the ground. Aiko sitting up to grab all the cereal around her.

“Ba-ba!”

Aiko lifted herself up to the couch, reaching up towards her papa. She’d gotten the hang of holding onto furniture while walking. Ryuji wasn't sure when the girl would start walking, but she seemed on the right path. She hit her arm against the couch, looking angry.

“Ba-ba!

“Alright alright I’ll get you your sippy cup.” Ryuji slowly got up, his knees aching as he sat up. “Ugh…is this how old people feel..”

He grumbled and sat up. Limping over to the kitchen. Rummaging around for the closest clean sippy cup. He found one in the other side of the sink and filled it up with a bit of watered down apple juice. Putting the lid on and-

Aiko was walking. Walking. Like not holding the furniture or anything. Fully walking. Already to the kitchen with her arms outstretched. Right towards him.

“Pa!”

“Aiko!” He dropped the cup “oh my god mom she’s walking! She’s walking!”

He fell to his knees, arms wide as Aiko tumbled into him.

“You did it! My Aiko did it!!”

Ryuji could cry. God he was already tearing up. Hugging his daughter and lifting her off the ground. Spinning in joyous circles, ignoring the pain in his leg.

“Is everything ok? I heard you yelling” his mom barged into the room. Seeing her son in tears…happy tears.

“Aiko took her first steps!! She did it!!” Ryuji kissed her on the cheek “I’m so proud of you I could cry!”

“-you’re already crying” she laughed “you’ve gotta be so proud Ryu.”

Proud was a vast understatement. It was like he’d just walked on the moon. Like he’d soared to the stars and back. But it was his little Aiko taking her first steps!

———-

“Hey guys? Can I tell you something.”

Ryuji knew it had to come up eventually. Like some poison he kept within. Akira and Ann were trusting enough. He couldn't go on keeping this all a secret. The reasons why money was so tight, why he worried so much and texted his mom so much.

If they could keep the phantom thieves a secret. Surely they could keep Aiko a secret. Well that is…if Kamoshida didn't tell everyone first. He looked around the rooftop. Ann and Akira chatting while drinking iced tea, Morgana lounging on the warm concrete.

“What is it?” Ann looked up from her drink.

Akira looked up silently. Curious, but quiet,

“Look I know I don’t tend to keep secrets like this…but I wanted to be completely honest with you guys. It’s somethin’ I’ve never really told anyone” He folded his body close. A rare change from his usual relaxed stance “just…promise me you won’t tell anybody.”

“It can’t be that bad” Ann smiled “you can tell us anything.”

Akira nodded. A gentle smile on his face. He wasn't the most talkative but his presence was comforting enough.

Ryuji gulped. Here goes nothing.

“Kamoshida knows this…so he's probably gonna tell everyone when the news breaks. But I’d rather you all hear it from my mouth….I have a daughter.”

Ann hung open “you’re joking. Ryuji is this some stupid joke?”

Morgana jolted from his cat-nap “Daughter?!?”

She looked at Akira, silent but clearly curious.

“It’s not a joke…Ann, do you remember Makeru from school? The one who wore hair pins and stuff.”

“...yea? I had class with her. Didn't she leave halfway through the year?”

Ryuji nodded, hissing under his breath “uhhh…yea. That’s sorta why she had to leave-“

Morgana leapt onto the table “wait-so you knocked somebody up? You mangy dog!”

Akira had to grab Morgana by the scruff to stop him from insulting Ryuji any more. Scratching and clawing at the ground. Anns curiosity got the best of her, she just wanted to know more.

“How did it all happen? How do you even keep a secret like this for so long??”

Ryuji leaned back. Taking a long sip from his combini soda. Couldn't turn back now.

“Makeru and I had a bit of a fling a few years ago. Y’know nothing serious. Just two kids fuckin’ around after school. A few weeks after she stopped going to school and refused to call me…”

“What happened after that?” Akira spoke up for once.

“Her dad contacted me. Umataro Toyma-“

“Toyma-San! The politician?!?” Morgana yelped “you slept with a Kazuko’s daughter??”

“Would you let me finish!” Ryuji shook it off “…but yea. He told me she was pregnant. I guess he’s super against abortions, so he made Makeru have the baby, and have me take full responsibility. Didn't want anybody to learn his daughter was sleepin’ around. So I had to sign a whole ass NDA. Aiko and I aren't allowed any contact with her.”

“Aiko?” Ann spoke “is that her name?”

Ryuji smiled for once “yea, Aiko Sakamato, kinda came up with it on the spot. I sure as hell didn't plan for any of this, but I love Aiko more than anything in the world. She’s my baby, I’d go through hell and high water for her.”

He pulled out his phone and showed a photo. A toddler standing next to a tanuki statue by some restaurant downtown. A scruffy haired toddler with light-up shoes and a slightly oversized t-shirt. Her smile almost identical to her fathers, just missing a few teeth.

Anns heart melted before their eyes “oh my god she’s the cutest thing! Oh I just wanna pinch those little cheeks!”

“Heh yea…she’s a little rascal.”

“Sounds just like her father” Akira smiled “so that’s why you’ve got such a strict curfew?”

“Yea…a lot of my cash goes to paying for a babysitter when I’m at school. My mom helps when she doesn't have work.”

Morgana prowled around them. Hissing insults “it’s all because you couldn't keep it in your pants Skull!”

Ryuji grabbed Morganas tail, making him yelp in return.

“Talk shit to me again and I’m getting you fixed!”

Ann laughed at the two “you should bring her over to Leblanc sometime soon! I’d love to meet her”

“I think she’d love that! Hey Akira, do you think Sojiro would mind?”

He shrugged “I don’t see why not. Though your only issue would be pacifying Morgana….”

The cat was already trotting away, tail bristling with anger “I hate little kids. If she yanks on my tail like you did, it’s on sight.”

———-

“I’m surprised Ryuji of all people was able to keep a secret like this for so long.”

Ann sat at the cafe bar, getting some homework done while Akira wiped down the countertops. Both waiting on Ryuji and his daughter. Taking the train from school to his house, then all the way to Leblanc. Crowds wouldn't be light either.

“Like you’ve seen him, he’s not exactly the type to keep his lips sealed.” She sighed.

Akira nodded. Finishing up the last of the booth tables. “Aikos grandfather is probably the reason why. Adults like him want to keep a good reputation for their entire family. Ryuji must have been scared into submission.”

“I know…I feel awful for him. Having to take on such a big responsibility at such a young age. And Makeru-”

The door-bell jingled, Ryuji kicking it open with a smile. Carrying a small pink bag in one hand, and a laughing little girl in the other. A burst of energy tumbling into the quiet cafe.

“Sorry for the wait, train crowds were insaaane. I’m happy I didn't lose Aiko here in the mess.” He said “speaking of that, here’s the little goober herself!”

He propped her up on his hip. Proudly showing her off to his friends. She was in every way, her fathers daughter. Scruffy and dressed in bright childish colors. With dark hair that looked brown in the right lighting. Aiko held her precious fish plushie in one hand, using it to wave to the unfamiliar faces.

“Aiko these are papas friends! Miss Ann and mister Akira! Can you say that?”

The girl didn't respond for a bit. Taking in her new surroundings.

“A!”

Ryuji laughed “Close enough kid.”

“Oh my goodness she is so adorable!” Ann leapt out of her chair to greet the two “you must be Aiko! I’ve heard sooo much about you! I’m friends with you papa!”

“What’s all the commotion for?” Sojiro walked through the back door, carrying a bag of groceries. Morgana brushed against his legs, meowing happily. When he saw the unfamiliar face his eyes widened.

“Ryuji, I didn't know you had a sister.”

“Oh uh-she’s not-“

“Papa!” Aiko blurted out. Looks like Ryuji didn't have to explain it after all.

Sojiro looked surprised, but it faded into a warm smile. “Ah, well it’s always nice to have a new face around here. I’ll make her something as a treat. Don’t worry, it’s on the house.”

“Nothin’ with too much sugar though, she’ll be bouncing off the walls…”

It was a pleasant change of pace. Sitting down with a nice warm drink, chatting about the mundane everyday things. With the anxieties of Kamoshida looming overhead it was nice to just..forget about it. Aiko certainly helped. The little kid happily sat on her fathers lap to reach the table. Grabbing at the silverware with grubby hands. She stared right at Akira with that wide-eyed little kid stare. The boy just laughed and waved.

“Hey Aiko. My names Akira.”

Aiko looked confused for a bit “Kira?” She glanced over at Ryuji “kiwa?”

“It’s Akira but..close enough”

“Hey relax man, she’s still getting the hang of talkin’, but she’s a smart kid for sure!”

Sojiro walked over to the table and slid Aiko a small espresso cup of frothed milk and cinnamon. The girl spoke a babbled “thank you” and sipped from the drink. Though most of it spilled on her shirt.

“Aiko loves talking to people. Whenever she’s on the subway she’ll babble on and on and on...” Ryuji said “-and fish, she really likes fish.”

“Isint she a bit too young to eat fish.”

Ryuji laughed and shook his head “nah not eating them, she just likes looking at ‘em. Took her to the aquarium a few weeks ago and she loved it!”

“Kids always have the strangest interests” Akira stirred his drink. Realizing Aiko was still staring at him. He pointed to his water “do you want this? Is that what you’re looking at?”

“Mama!”

Akira jolted back “w-what? I’m not-“

He looked to Ryuji for support but the blonde just laughed his ass off. Almost knocking the toddler off his lap.

“Ha! I’ve never heard her say that” He covered his mouth but laughter still managed to escape “-hey Akira, guess you’re her mom now.”

Akira was cherry-red with embarrassment. Ann leaning on his shoulder and laughing “aww mama Akira, that’s so cute!”

“O-oh, heh..” He tried to shrug it off. Wasn't mean or anything just embarrassing. Of all the people in the world, this kid thought he was her mama. “Hope it’s not a permanent thing.”

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The whole ordeal had gone over better than Ryuji ever hoped. Telling his two friends he practically trauma bonded with that he had a kid was a gamble. But seemingly one that didn't do much to wreck their relationship. Hell, Ann wanted to hang out with her more.

Ann was patiently waiting outside the entrance. Waving above the crowd when she saw the familiar blonde in the swaths of people.

“Aiko! Ryuji! Over here!”

The girl beelined to Ann the moment she saw her. Ryuji trailing behind as he tried to keep up.

“C’mon kid! You know I have a bum leg-“

Aiko could care less. Crashing into Ann and giggling with glee.

“A! Hi An!” Still hadn't gotten the hang of her name, but close enough.

“Aww hello Aiko!” She knelt down to the girls level “how was your day today?”

The girl looked up, the gears visibly turning in her brain “…bwead!”

Ryuji laughed “mom got her some melon bread at the store” he said “guess it made her day.”

“Well I know how we’re gonna make it even better! Wanna play some video games?”

“Ya!!”

Ann walked up to the ticket kiosk with some coins, but Ryuji shrugged her off.

“Nah nah don’t worry about tickets, Aikos too young for most of the games. You know how they show footage when nobody’s playin’ em?” Ryuji picked Aiko up, sitting her down on a stool for an old school arcade cabinet “-just let her press the buttons and it’ll keep her distracted.”

Aiko seemed none the wiser. Playing with the flashing buttons and switches, entranced by the bright colors of it all.

“-don’t want her gettin’ hooked on phones or tablets, so this is close enough. Keeps her entertained.”

“You really know your way around this whole parenting thing.” Ann laughed “seeing you before, I could never guess you were a teen dad.”

“Tch-you didn't think I was responsible?”

“-says the one who poured soy sauce into someone’s cola and got in a fistfight-“

“Hey! He stole my lunch! That bit-“ Ryuji covered his mouth “..meanie…”

He glanced at Aiko, who seemed none the wiser to the almost-curse. Making grabby-hands at the colorful spaceships. Ann rifled through her purse, managing to find a few crumpled-up tickets.

“Hey Aiko, I found a few tickets from my last time here. Maybe we could try out a claw machine?”

The girl looked ecstatic, but her father seemed suspicious.

“Aren’t those games hella rigged? Don’t want Aiko gettin’ her hopes up.”

Ann scoffed “Oh trust me, I’m a pro. Just sit back and watch.”

The arcades long lines of claw machines looked intimidating. Ryuji didn't know how much cash he had dumped into those damn things in the past. Before all his money had to go towards Aiko.

“Fishie! Fishie!” The girl beelined to one of the smaller machines. Chock full of little octopi plushies “A! Fishie!”

“You want that one?” Ryuji lifted her up so she could get a better view “alrighty Ann, miss claw machine pro, show us what you’ve got.”

Ann put the tickets in and began to scope out the landscape of toys. Patiently lining up the claw just right, calculating every possible movement. No wonder Ann was such a proficient fighter, something as easy as a crane game could teach accuracy better then any firing range. She pressed the big “grab button”, securing the squishy fish with ease.

“Gotcha!” Ann giggled “looks like you’ve got a new friend Aiko!”

The girl wiggled out of Ryujis arms and ran to the prize-door. “Fishie!! Fishie!! A!!”

Ryuji couldn't help but smile “Say thank you, Ann was the one who did all the hard work.”

“Tank o’ An!”

———-

In a weird way, Akira got a kick out of visiting his freinds houses. Seeing how they lived their lives, chose to organize themselves. It was a weird sort of curiosity. He’d visited Ann, Yusuke, but Ryuji was seemingly hesitant.

“Nah man you don’t wanna visit my place. Baby stuff is everywhere, plus I think my mom would get mad having a stranger around.”

“I live in an attic, whatever you have surely can’t be worse then my living situation.”

The upcoming exam gave Akira the perfect excuse to stop by. Work on studying and kick back for the afternoon. Early autumns stuffy weather bogged them down on the way over. Heat searing every inch of them that wasint covered in their uniforms. Seeing the little apartment was a welcome reprieve.

“Eff it’s hot!!”

Ryuji nearly tumbled into the house, staggering in front of the door as he threw his school bag to the floor. Little footsteps thundered in from the other room, followed by laughter.

“Papa!”

He scooped her up into a big hug “hey how’s my big kid doing today!” He peppered her with kisses “guess what? Papa brought a freind over to hang out! Mister Akiras gonna play with us!”

Aikos eyes lit up when she saw him. Managing to wiggle out of his arms and grab Akira by the legs.

“Ya! Mama!!”

Akira stuttered. Stiff as a statue while Aiko ran laps around him. Giggling and squealing while Akira tried to find his words. Ryuji couldint help but be a little jealous.

“Oh hey kid, how’s it going?” He knelt down to her level “you uh, have fun today?”

“Mama!”

“Tch-“ the blonde scoffed “someone’s got a new favorite. Akira may be cool and all, but trust me, he’s nothing compared to cool papa Ryuji. Cuz papa Ryuji can do this-!”

He lifted Aiko up from the ground. Singing her around with a loud “swoosh swoosh!”. Spinning and running laps around the small apartment.

“Airplane time!!”

Ryuji always acted embarrassed when he brought up Aiko. Like she was some stain, some blemish on his reputation. But Akira couldint imagine a more perfect role for him. Surely it wasint his plan, but Sakomato took it in stride. Cackling like a hyena, carrying Aiko around with her arms like airplane wings. Being the opposite of the father he was given.

“Aaaand touchdown!” Aiko was dropped into a pile of blankets and pillows on Ryujis bed, tossing and turning until she was wrapped up in them.

“Again! Plane!!”

Ryuji took a seat on the floor, pulling together his textbooks and whatnot “Papa and Akira are gonna study, but after we’re done you and I can play alright?”

Aiko made a pouty face. Burrowing deeper into the covers like a bedbug.

Following the chaos of the two, Akira was able to see his freinds room. Or well, his and Aikos room. It was a confusing mix of things. Ryujis messy bed against the wall, with a small stand for a TV and game console. A desk littered with broken crayons and scraps of paper. And plenty of track memorabilia. But it was just as much of Aikos room as it was Ryujis. Parallel to his bed was a small crib, a cabinet with a changing table on top, and a carpet with toys scattered around. Anything sharp or dangerous was nowhere to be seen. Every corner or possible hazard was stuffed with old rags or wrapped with pool noodles. It was crowded, but Ryuji seemed to make it work.

“Sorry if it’s a mess, between school and this little whirlwind it’s hard to find time to keep rhings tidy” Ryuji pulled back the pile of covers, seeing Aiko sulking beneath. “Aww baby don’t give me that face. Here, how about you sit down and study with us, I’ll get you your coloring pages.”

Aiko seemed to be more interested in Akira. Toddling over to him and grabbing at his uniforms tie.

“Yea uh, that’s a tie. It’s what I wear to school I guess.”

“Tie?” She pulled at it “mama tie.”

Ryuji sat back down “yea he and I both gotta wear stuff like that. Can you believe it? In other places kids can wear whatever the eff they want.” He handed her a cup of chunky crayons and some printed-out coloring sheets. The girl quickly losing interest in the tie.

For being related to such a “delinquent”, Aiko was well behaved. Sitting on the floor next to Akira, scrawling lines all over the printed image of a dog while they had their noses in their textbooks. Trying to make sense of whatever the hell math class was.

Akira looked over at her “hey kid, you’re supposed to color in the lines…”

“Ah don’t stress it, she’s too young to know that anyways.” Ryuji fluffed her hair “still figuring out how to do human things, like not shit herself and eat stuff without choking.”

Akira laughed “I guess your right. Never spent much time around kids.”

Ryuji sighed “yea, I guess I hadint either before she was born. Had to get real used to ‘em real quick.”

That was the thing Akira was suprised about. Time and time again. Even as he worked. How was Ryuji able to adapt so quickly? Go from a track-star teen to a dad forced to take on the responsibility of a child…

“Yo Akira, broke somethin’”

He looked down at his notebook. The pencil he had been twiddling had snapped its lead. What he gets for not switching to mechanical.

“Hey no worries man I got a sharpener in my desk, middle drawer, one of the cool shark ones.”

Akira got up and sifted through the drawers, tossing aside papers…pencils…a notebook.

Well, a notebook that seemed more like a diary. Work-worn with pages taped in and stickers clinging to the front. He picked it up out of curiosity.

“Are these old notes or something? Might help us with exams.”

Ryuji went red. Mouth hanging open as his mind paced.

“Oh uh-those aren’t notes…” Ryuji laughed off the nerves “it’s a diary of sorts. When Aiko was born I decided to start keepin’ track of everything. Guess you could call it a baby book-or a scrapbook? Somethin’ like that.”

“A scrapbook?” Akira didint want to intrude much, but Ryujis attitude seemed to shift.

“Hey, if you wanna look I won’t stop you.” He gave the thumbs-up “after all, you’re her mama.”

“I guess I am..”

Leaning back against the wall, Akira began flipping through the pages…

Guess this is a diary now, or is it more of a notebook. I don’t fucking know. Writing this to keep myself sane I guess. Umataro won’t let me talk to anybody else so fuck it I’m making a diary.I have a baby now…Makeru must
have had her this morning. Crazy to think she’s real. Decided on Aiko for her name. She’s not what I thought babies looked like. She’s all red and wrinkly with a weird long head. I dunno if long heads run in Makerus family, or if it’s on my side. Mom said it’ll go away but even if it doesn't I’ll love her just the same. Long head or not

Down the page was another entry. Same pen, but sloppier handwriting and noticeable smudges.

I don’t think I’ve ever loved anything so much

Idk if I’m sleep deprived or just going through hormones but I’ve been crying for like an hour. God I look at her and I realize she’s MY BABY. She’s my little thing and I just love her so much.

There was a photo taped to the corner. A little baby, fast asleep, with the same fish plushie next to her.

She’s looking a lot less…worm-like. Her head finally isn't a cone. Which is good, but also being the father of a cone head baby would be kinda neat. Sleep has been a pain, classes suck, but I don’t care. I’d drop out of school for Aiko.

Took her outside for a bit. Wished I could run around with her but I didn't want to give her shaken baby syndrome. Sittin on a bench is nice enough. Old people go crazy over her, like they’ve never seen a baby in their lives. Oh and she loves fish apparently. There was a koi pond and she wouldn't stop staring at it.

Each page was a moment of time, a snapshot of the girls life and her fathers attempts to wrap her brain around it.

Aiko caught the flu. She’s been crying non stop and puking and I just can’t imagine how awful it has to feel…I’m probably gonna get sick from taking care of her but I don’t care.

Aiko growing so fast, she’s so chunky and adorable and ugh I wish I could bring her to school to show all the girls. I just know they’d love her. It sucks I have to keep this all secret. I want to show her the world and the school but ugh

AIKO WALKED!!! SHE WALKED!!! SHES WALKING BETTER THAN ME!!! FUCK YOU KAMOSHIDA YOU BROKE MY LEG BUT MY BABY CAN WALK

The last one made Akira burst out laughing “-you really had a lot to say about Kamoshida huh?”

“Tch-the kid learned to walk while I was still recovering. Oh the irony…” Ryuji flipped through a few pages of the book “..why were you so interested in the diary anyways?”

Akira paused “I-I guess I just wanted to learn more about you guys…and after all, a mama has to know her kid.”

“You don’t have to take the whole mama thing that seriously.”

“Oh I’m going to Ryuji, you can’t stop me.” Akira looked at him with that oh-so sly smile “gonna order a ‘words best mom’ mug for myself, show it off at Leblanc.”

Ryuji laughed, blushing with embarrassment “oh no you’re not, not on my watch-.”

“Oh yes I am, gonna order it tonight.” He smiled “nobody’s gonna stop me from becoming the best mom around.”

———-

“So you want me to watch Aiko?”

Ryuji had only known Yusuke for a brief amount of time. But with everyone else being busy with schoolwork or job stuff, his options for a babysitter were tight. Mom had to work overtime, the regular babysitter was off visiting family, the blue-haired art freak was the only option. As much as he hated to do it.

“It’ll only be for like, 2 hours, 3 tops” Ryuji stood at the threshold of his room. Carrying Aiko with one hand, and a baby-pink backpack in the other “I’ve gotta make up a test after school and there’s no way in hell they’d let me bring her.”

“I see” Yusuke didn't seem off put by her presence. Merely intrigued, like she was some unknown creature “…well I do have a painting I’ve been-“

“I’ll buy you dinner tonight, a good one, beef bowls with all the fixins’”

That seemed to get his attention “Dinner?! Don’t worry Sakomato, I won’t let her out of my sight! I shall be ever vigilant!”

Ryuji sighed “alright man..” he handed off the backpack, setting Aiko on the ground “She's got cereal and fruit snacks in the front pocket, pacifiers, diapers in the main one, plus a change of clothes. Got some crayons and stuff for her to play with…”

He trailed off as he left the room, waving goodbye to Aiko as he dashed off, the minutes ‘till his test ticking away.

It was just Yusuke and the little kid, staring at each other blankly. Aiko looked around at the bare walls of the apartment. Smelling of acrylic and mineral spirits, with hardly anything interesting besides the array of unfinished works.

“Your father is quite the mess” Yusuke scoffed “but hopefully you will be better than him.”

Aiko could care less. She got up from the ground and toddled over to an easel, fresh paint still glistening on its surface. Nothing concrete had been scrawled, only a base layer of titanium white and a few strokes of pthalo blue. The scent of fresh oil paint still lingering in the air.

“-NO!”

He lifted her up from the floor, pulling her away from the painting.

“-thats wet oil! You’ll smear it!.”

Aiko whined in protest, placed in a corner far away from the workspace. Yusuke hurriedly searched through her backpack for some kind of distraction. A pacifier, some snacks-

“Wait..”

An idea struck. He looked back at Aiko, distracted with some crumpled sketches besides his desk. Crinkling and un-crinkling them.

“Aiko, would you mind helping me? It’s unorthodox, but I think our collaboration would be worthwhile.”

———-

“W-what the eff happened!??”

The apartment was a mess. Splatters of multicolor paint across the place, surrounding a large sheet of canvas on the floor. A trail of paint led from the studio to the small kitchenette, where Yusuke stood with Aiko in the sink. Trying to scrub off the multicolor splatters.

“Aiko inspired me to try something, a collaboration of sorts. I had some spare primed canvas so I let Aiko be my assistant. I picked out the colors, and she decided how to arrange them.”

Ryuji gawked at her daughter. Unbothered at the mess she made. Yusuke just smiled.

“…oh and don’t worry, it’s non-toxic. It’ll wash out of Aikos hair no worries.”

Ryuji groaned “That’s good…at least.” He helped Yusuke with the cleanup, Aiko clapping and giggling as he fluffed up her hair.

“You got all messy huh? My little artist. Next time I gotta get you an apron” he chuckled “where are your clothes though…”

He looked around, seeing a mass of paint and fabric on the ground. Aikos cute little shirt and pants reduced to a multicolor splatter.

“The clothes are a bit less fortunate…acrylics can be washed out, but not without a great deal of staining. Especially highly pigmented ones like I prefer” Yusuke sighed.

“Ugh you’ve gotta pay me back for those man, you’re the one who ruined them with your little impromptu art project.”

“How much were they?”

Ryuji huffed “I dunno, like 200 yen at the thrift store? Kids clothes are cheap as hell secondhand”

The bluenette grit his teeth, doing the math in his head.

“I apologize, but I don't believe I have the funds currently.”

“You don’t have 200 yen?”

“….my finances are in shambles.”

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Ryuji- Hey Futaba, you busy?
Futaba- ofc I’m not
Ryuji- Heyyyy so uh
Ryuji- You’re still not goin’ to school yet, right?
Futaba- what do you need
Ryuji- look my mom and I are hella short on cash and we can’t pay the regular sitter tomorrow. I can’t just leave Aiko at home and nobody else is open
Ryuji- sooooo
Futaba- ⚆ _ ⚆

Guess it was the least she could do. Seeing as how she’s saved his ass in mementos the last dozen times. The man didn't know a thing about how to not faint repeatedly.

Futaba: I’ll watch your rugrat >:(
Ryuji: thankyouthankyouthsnkyou futabaaaaaa
Futaba: If she shits on my floor you owe me big time
Ryuji: dw she’s well behaved

Futaba leaned back in her chair and sighed. She had somehow been reduced to the teams babysitter. Mostly just Ryujis, but still.

It didn't take long for the blonde and his screaming little kid to show up at her door. Aikos constant complaining waking Futaba up than any alarm clock. God she didn't miss being around little kids, were they always this annoying?

“No! No no no!”

“Papas got no choice kid, Futabas nice though, she likes games and toys and-“

Then came the crying. The sound of Aiko falling to the ground and screaming. With a loud huff, Futaba answered the door.

“Ah, you and your crotch-goblin are finally here..”

Both of them were a mess. Ryuji tired-eyed and trying to wrangle the kid mid-tantrum. Aiko still in her cat pajamas. Refusing to get up from the floor.

“..don’t call her that” Ryuji sighed, handing over Aikos bag “just-do whatever you can to keep her entertained. Change the diaper when she needs it, shit like that…”

Ryuji didn't want to leave her with Futaba. Hell, he didn't even know if she could take care of her. But it was the only option. And the only person who’d accept payment in instant ramen. Not the best option, but it was his last resort:

“Bye bye Aiko! I promise I’ll be back as soon as possible!” He waved goodbye and hurriedly ran off.

“You owe me big time!” Futaba yelled back before shutting the door. Leaving just her and this…goblin. She’d heard Ryuji did something similar with Yusuke. Guess the guy couldint schedule anything for shit. Always dumping his baby with random folks.

“Alright you overgrown sperm, you better not touch anything. You break it you buy it.” Futaba threw the bag aside and returned to her computer with a huff. Leaving Aiko on the ground.

“Papa…” she threw herself to the floor “mmmm where papa?”

“Papas gotta go fail at school sweetie” Futaba answered “should have dropped out, not like he’s missing much with his abysmal grades.” She looked up to her small shelf of various deity figurines. A private shrine. Thoth and Isis and Anubis, all lined up with fake candles and whatnot.

“Oh Thoth, you’re the only hope Ryuji has for not being a dumbass.”

Futaba had hacked into the thieves grade files in school. Sure Akira and Ann were decent, but damn was Ryuji abysmal. Hopefully this kid would be better off. Maybe Ryujis baby mama Makeru actually and some smarts.

“Hey kid, you wanna be smarter then your pops?” Futaba chuckled “come up here, I’ll get you started on some real advanced shit.”

Aiko refused to move from the floor, but Futaba managed to pull her up and sit her on her lap. The array of screens flashing green and black immediately pulled her in. Luckily Futaba had a spare keyboard, which Aiko absolutely adored. Tapping her grubby little hands all over the plastic.

“Alrighty kid let’s get you learning. First things first, basic coding. You know electronics all ones and zeroes right? That’s binairy code-.”

“Ah?” Aiko blabbered

“Well code is how you manipulate all of that, you write commands that the computer is able to follow. There’s all these different ways of doing it. Humans can speak different languages, so do computers! Like python and JavaScript and… .”

“-Puter?”

“You’re really lagging behind kid..”

The lesson went on and on. Switches and conditions and all the kind of stuff you’d learn from a “coding 101 class”. Aiko still only had an interest in the keyboard. But that faded quickly as she slipped into slumber. Drooling all over Futabas desk.

“Ew…that’s it, you’re going to bed”

Futaba picked her up by the shoulders and set her down on her bed. Giving her a medjed plush to cling to. The soft hum of computer fans and the rain outside lulled her into a soft slumber. Curled up like a cat on top of Futabas bed.

“Heh, looks like you’re a fan of Mejed too” Futaba smiled “always good to have a god on your side..”

———-

Sojiro was a surprising ally to Ryuji. Maybe it was his laid back attitude, or his fondness for delinquents like him. But Sakura openly welcomed the boy and his little girl each time they visited the cafe. Always ready with some snacks and Aikos special cinnamon and honey drink. Keeping her occupied while Akira and Ryuji studied.

“Hey kid, wanna watch some cartoons?” Sojiro picked up the remote and flipped through a few stations, putting on an animated show that she seemed to like “sorry if it’s so boring most of the time, most of my customers prefer the news or sports.”

“Aww boss you don’t have to do all that.” Ryuji smiled from the booth “I try to keep her off screens as much as possible anyways..”

“Nothin’ wrong with a little treat now and then” Sojiro laughed, his attention pulled elsewhere by a customer walking in. The older sort of clientele who frequented Leblanc.

“Afternoon miss” Sakura greeted her “lovely weather we’ve been-“

Sojiro couldint finish his sentence before the customer took notice of the girl. Fawning over Aiko.

“Oh she is just the most darling thing, you must be babysitting for someone.”

The boss smiled “Ah yes, just watchin’ her for a freind. She’s a sweetheart though.”

Ryuji breathed a sigh of relief. Sojiro could keep his secret, thank god. He and Akira watched from the booth as the elderly customer knelt down and played with Aiko. Giving her little wrapped candies and fawning over her appearance.

“What’s your name dear? It’s so rare to see little kids walking around here. It’s usually just us old folks.”

“Aiko!”

“Aww ain’t that the most darling name”

The customer went on, ordering a coffee while chatting with the little kid. Ryuji was used to the commotion Aiko usually brought. But he was shocked to see the customer bring more people in. More old folks gathering around to say hi to the child.

Akira couldint help but laugh like an idiot “damn Ryuji, your kids really the talk of the town.”

“Tell me about it.”

Half an hour passed before the crowd subsided. Leaving Aiko with pockets full of snacks and little gifts, giggling like a madman. But Sojiro seemed just as happy, cackling right as the last customer passed through the door.

“Normally this place is a desert around this hour..” he smirked “but I guess Aiko brought some much needed traffic.”

“…and more candy than she knows what to do with..” Ryuji ruffled the girls hair “you can’t eat that all now Aiko, gotta save room for dinner.”

“Candy!!” She giggled, holding up fistfuls of treats “ya!!”

Sojiro looked on with a smile “you’ve gotta bring her by more often, that kids better for business than a lucky cat.”

———-

Makoto was the only member of the team Ryuji knew would dislike Aiko. Maybe it was he straight-laced nature, or her overall harsh demeanor. But she just seemed like the type who’d hate little kids.

Their introduction was more of an accident then anything. Ryuji and her had gone out to the local thrift to look for clothes. Grabbing whatever decent looking clothes would fit her. Aiko didn't seem to mind what clothes she wore. But anything fish themed was an immediate yes.

“Geeze kid, your growing real quick” Ryuji laughed, sifting through racks of clothing “feels like yesterday I got you all new stuff.”

He caught sight of Makoto from across the store. Searching in the various bins of old toys.

“Yo ‘Koto!” He said “watcha doing here?”

“Oh-!” Makoto leapt back a bit. Startled by the blondes presence “Ryuji, what are the chances?”

It took a moment for Makoto to notice the little girl. Hiding under the rows of clothing like a game, peeking her head out from the pajama pants and smiling.

“Oh? Is this your daughter” Makoto pointed to her “I think Ann mentioned something about her.”

Ryuji was taken aback “o-oh I didn't know she told people…”

“It just sorta came up while we were chatting at school…she mentioned getting Aiko some toys, and I got curious.”

“Hey hey no worries just try not to tell too many folks…” Ryuji laughed “don’t want my reputation to get even worse.”

Aiko looked up at the unfamiliar woman. Staring with those big curious eyes. Makoto sheepishly waved.

“H-hey…you uh, looking for clothes?”

Aiko seemed less than interested in Makoto. Only caring about the panda toy in her hand.

“Beaw?”

Aiko reached up to grab it, Makoto snapping back.

“Hey! That’s a collectible, they’ve got enough toys for little kids.”

Makoto anticipated a reaction, but Aiko didn't seem too upset. After all, there were far more toys then the measly panda Makoto had. The shelves of unwanted blind box figures and messy haired dolls were far more entertaining. Ryuji stood back and let her rummage through the thrift store shelves.

“So, this is what you do after school huh?”

Ryuji smiled “yea, always takin’ advantage of any spare time I got. I hate leavin’ her at the babysitters all day.”

Aiko pulled out an action figure and showed it to Ryuji, smiling with glee “Papa?”

“Aw we can get that kiddo, just don’t gnaw on it, god knows what germs are on that thing.”

He picked her up, pulling the toy away from her before she could chomp on it. Juggling the girl, the stack of clothes, Makoto couldn't help but laugh.

“You need help?”

“-nah nah…I got it I-“ a pile of clothes tumbled out of his arms “shit-hey uh…can you grab those for me?”

———-

“Man you’ve gotta get a proper bed, I’m sick of the floor and your dusty ass couch.”

It was no surprise what the two had done. In the late hours of the night when Leblanc closed and the cafe emptied, Ryuji and Akira got to sneak away to the attic. Sprawled out on Akiras mattress, thankfully taken off of the milk-crate supports, with lopsided hair and exhausted smiles. The blonde letting himself be held by his love.

“I mean, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here. I’ll put up with the mattress while I can.”

Ryuji laughed “hey, you can always come live with me and Aiko.”

“I wouldn't mind that actually.”

“Woah woah maybe not now, house is already crowded as is. Once I’ve got a place of my own then we can talk.”

Akira hummed in agreement. Nuzzling into Ryujis hair. He only ever wanted this to be a brief fling, but weeks of sneaking away and hidden dates proved otherwise. For once he could see himself with someone. Someone who loves him just as much as he does.

“What does Aiko think of me?” Akira said “I know she’s young but-“

“Man Aiko loves you!” He ruffled Akiras hair “You’ve seen how excited she gets around you, you’re her Mama Akira!”

“Still wonder why she calls me that…”

“Tch- kids are funny, a couple of days ago Aiko kept calling the news person a spoon for no reason.” He laughed “I think Aiko just thought it was funny.”

“Yea..I just-this thing we have. I wouldn't mind if it got more serious. I-if that’s ok.”

“More serious huh?” Ryuji gave him a kiss on the head “waddya mean by that?”

“I want to tell our friends, for one.” Akira leaned back a bit “but also I want to help out more with Aiko. I know It’s weird, but-“

“Hey man it’s not weird at all! The kid needs all the help she can get.”

“Would she think it’s weird?”

“She already calls you her Mama, you being more involved is just a next step.”

Ryuji shuffled off the mattress, gathering his forlorn clothes from the floor and trying to make himself look decent. Like he didn't just get loved on by the leader of the phantom thieves. His lips had left a cascade of dark marks around his neck and chest. For once he wished he had makeup. Akira stayed on the floor. Eyes looking up into the ceiling.

“If she sees me as a parental figure..the least I can do is help her with reading and babysit her.”

“Too young for reading-“ Ryuji slipped on his shoes “but hey, if you can teach her to use the potty or tie her shoes, I’ll be impressed.”

“It’s worth a shot.”

Akira Kurusu. Phantom thief. Stealer of hearts. And somehow, a mother.

————

Ryuji left the attic thinking he’d cleaned himself up after the little “study break” with Akira. Stepping into his house, though, he was met with a surprised look from his mother. Not angry, just…suprised. Looking at the dark circles which dotted his neck.

“Boy we’ve been through this before, you need me to get you anything? Aiko is my precious grandbaby but I don’t want another one of her running around”

Ryuji nervously raised his hands “No ma! It’s all good! I don’t need anything!”

“You better mean it! Now who is she?”

The blonde looked away.

She looked at him with a cheeky smile “….oh. Is my baby uh….rootin for the same team?”

“MA!!”

Ryuji was blushing like a madman. Throwing his stuff next to the couch and sitting down besides Aiko. Why’d Akira have to be so…mouthy, would have saved him a lot of awkward shit with his mom.

“You know what I say, I’ll support whoever you choose to love.” She said “now who’s the lucky man?”

“Y’know Akira? The guy I hang out with a lot” He scratched the back of his neck “y-yea it’s him…I guess we just kinda realized it was more than friendship. Still figurin’ things out but-“

“Mama!”

Ryuji spun around. Aiko laughing her ass off. “Hey! I told you that’s not what he’s called, his name is Akira. A-kir-a.”

“Mama!”

Ryuji's mom couldn't help but chuckle. “I still think it’s adorable how she calls him mama.”

He groaned “ugh it’s embarrassing, I’ve been wantin’ to bring Aiko when we hang out more, but every damn time she calls him mama and everyone gives us weird looks.”

“Mama!” Aiko waved around her fish “Pway Mama!”

Ryuji smiled “alright alright, we can go see Mama soon, maybe we can go see him at the cafe?”

“Ya!”

Aiko ran off to go play in her room, leaving Ryuji and his mom awkwardly staring at each other. The boy looked away, mind buzzing with thoughts of him…Akira…his boyfriend. Jesus, boyfriend, that was one hell of a title.

“So what’s he like? I know I’ve met him a few times, but I gotta make sure my baby is in good hands.”

“What he’s like?” Ryuji blushed like mad “-Oh he’s the best ma, he’s super nice and is so so great with Aiko. He’s a complete package, and he can cook to boot!”

His mother laughed “oh of course you found a boy who can cook, you can’t make much other than instant ramen.”

Ryuji rolled his eyes “…but for real, I really think he’s a great guy. I mean, we’ve been friends for ages now and I think we both just realized.”

“I get that baby, romance is a tricky thing” she pulled him into a hug “just make sure he doesn't make you uncomfortable, or does anything that bothers you…I want my Ryuji to be safe.”

“Hey I trust him with Aiko, that’s probably the highest praise he can get.”

Chapter Text

The last fleeting days of summer were a thing to be treasured. When the heat and humidity had worn off, the breeze was strong, and autumn's chill had yet to come. Ann always wanted to take advantage of it. Enjoying the perfect weather until winter came ‘round to ruin it all.

She and Makoto had spent the hours after school in a small shopping district. Ann was caught up browsing for a new fall jacket, and Makoto sought out a set of stationary.

“You must be one of those people that color-coordinate everything in your school bag” Ann laughed “everything you got is the same color of brown.”

Makoto put up her hands “hey, I love to be organized.”

The two found a grouping of seats by a small ice cream shop. Trendy, but not over the top. Though it had a sizeable line.

“Do you mind grabbing two chairs for us?” Makoto smiled “I’ll wait in line, just let me know what you want.”

“If they have sorbet get that, if not, I’m fine with strawberry. Ooh and ask for condensed milk on top, I love fruit and milk.”

Makoto went off to wait in line. Ann quickly finding a bench for them. She took the moment to adjust her hair clips and tie her shoes. But her attention was quickly drawn elsewhere.

“Ann?”

She looked up. The glimmer of a silver hairpin catching her eye.

“Makeru? Is that you?”

The girl smiled. Combing back a lock of hair. Ann had to take a second look, even with the years gone by, Makeru looked different. Like she had aged far more than just the two years that had passed. Tired, with dark circles and furrowed brows. A body that ached with each slow movement. Poor thing must have gone through so much…but she smiled nonetheless.

“It’s so good to see you! How are things at your new school?” She glanced at her uniform “oh you’re at shujin now?”

“Yea, it’s pretty nice. How about you?”

Makeru pointed down the road “I’m actually at Hamaku, it’s right down the road. It’s been fun! Lots of school trips and the like..”

Ann listened to the girl talk on and on. About her classes, the teachers and her gripes with them. She just wanted to reach out and tell her the things Ryuji couldn't. All the information her father had kept from her. In the middle of some dialogue about a trip to Hokkaido, Ann spoke.

“Makeru, look-“ Ann spoke quietly. Even if Makeru's father wasn't there, the fear of his presence hushed her “I-i know you can’t talk about this. And it not really supposed to either, but I’m friends with Sakomato. I know you knew him.”

Toymas face completely changed. Going pale at the sound of his name “R-Ryuji Sakomato?”

Ann nodded “And I just wanted to let you know, she’s doing great. I saw her and Ryuji a few days ago. Aiko is the sweetest little thing.”

Makeru looked stunned. On the verge of tears but trying to cover it “Aiko?” She muttered “…a child of love…that’s a beautiful name.”

“Ryujis a great dad. I don’t know how much your dads been telling you, but he goes above and beyond for her. Saves up all his money for her, takes her to all the fun places in town…he’s the sweetest father I’ve ever seen, just so selfless and gentle…” Ann reached out, placing her hand on Makerus “she’s in good hands. I know your father won’t let you see her…“

“-I know…”

“..but I can try to figure out something, we can meet just us two and Aiko. I bet your dad will let you with some convincing, I promise!”

Her eyes welled with something darker. A story she wished to speak, to pour out all the sadness that stirred within. But she walked off.

“Thank you Ann-I’m sorry I’ve got to meet up with someone..” she walked away, looking back once “-give her a hug for me..please?”

Makeru left without a trace. Disappearing into the crowd like a specter. A figment of her mind. A tragedy known to so few. Ann couldn't help but stare into the middle distance. Hoping she’d turn around, be able to finally embrace the daughter her father had kept her from-

“Who was that?” Makoto had returned, handing Ann a cup of frosty sorbet.

Ann paused for a bit “O-oh it was just an old friend. Just catching up, that’s all.”

———-

The phantom thieves of hearts…those able to change the minds of the wicked. Give clarity to the heartless, sanity to the wicked.

Even if it was a myth. Makeru couldint resist the allure of it. A chance to fix her wicked father.

A chance to see her daughter again…well more realistically…for the first time. She had hardly gotten to hold the little thing. Each recollection, each fragment of memory, stuns her like a stab in the chest. Laying there bloodied and pale, screaming for an unseen god, only to see the girl pulled away in an instant.

The scars still clung to her. Each step she took aching, strenuous, a reminder of that labor.

She opened up the Phan-site. Looking around her vacant room before typing out the message. Tears welled in her eyes as she clicked the submit button.

“Please…please be real…” Makeru uttered “I just want to see her once…”

Chapter Text

The request was submitted late. 4:34 AM. A hit posted on the Phan-site. A new message popping up at the top of the inbox.

“I want you to change the heart of my dad. I had a baby at 15. At first I wanted to get an abortion, but that would ruin his political career if it came out. Then, I fell in love with her…my father said he wouldn’t allow me to keep her…it would ruin my future. I just want to be able to see her, see what she looks like just once- I never even got to hold her”

It felt like looking a ghost in the face. Something dug up after years of being buried. He didn't care he had homework, or was supposed to meet Ann for coffee. He saw red. Deep blood red. Ryuji was going to tear that motherfucker a new one. Didn't bother telling the other thieves about it either. This was his business. He wouldn't be satisfied until he got Umataro Toymas stupid little heart in his hands. Whatever form he took, whatever shadow was him, he wanted to crush them with his own might.

Beeline to the station, a quick jog to the hideout that let him slip into mementos no worries. Underprepared and unequipped, it was a gamble. But Ryuji liked the odds. It was one heart. One measly little heart he had to steal. He’d taken down fuckers five times the power of Umataro. He wasn't a wuss. Descending the escalator into oblivion, the fear he normally felt was absent. Replaced by pure, unbridled rage.

Mementos felt empty. Without the Morgana-car, the rest of the thieves, it was just him and the swaths of darkness around the train tracks. The lights doing little to eliminate the darkness. Each step echoed amidst the dark. Breaking up the slow hum of the world and the trickle of water that dripped from above. No shadows had shown themselves, or maybe it was just the fact he had to maneuver the whole thing on foot. Should have grabbed that cat while he was close to the hideout.

He knew the bitch had to be around here somewhere. Somewhere in the swirling red voids, or lurking amidst the halls.

“Come here you big sissy…I know you’re around here somewhere.” He took out his mace, striking it against the train tracks with a loud clang “Umataro Toyma, I know your name, ain’t no hiding from me now!”

No response. Just emptiness. Yet there was something intangible…a presence in the empty space. Something prowling. Ryuji shrugged it off. His mind must be playing tricks on him. There wasn't a sign of the reaper, or anybody else within mementos.

The nerves were starting to get to Ryuji. Mumbling and cursing at an unknown presence “God I’ll make you pay…I’ll shoot you right in the head you stupid piece of shit-!”

Then there was the growl. Not like a cat or a dog, but a low Mettalic hum that shook his bones. Like the rattle of an old train down the tracks.

“There’s the bitch-!”

He bolted off down a hallway. Following the source of the rumble. Right one way, left another, down a slope and past more repeating endless subway shit. Passing ambling shadows as he went. The sound only grew in intensity. From a growl to a full on roar. Any louder and his damn ears would start bleeding. Then, like some maw opening before him, mementos swallowed him. Pulling him deeper into its depths.

Dread stung his stomach before his eyes could fully open. Red and black swirls filled the air, paining his eyes as the scent of smoke twisted his lungs. He kept steady though. Every fiber of his being poised and ready to fight. In front of him stood a beast. A silver dragon with a human visage, vast in its size and strength. Dark eye sockets and serrated teeth were carved into its face. Blackened iron claws and a whip-like tail, polished like stainless steel. Head crowned by iron horns twisting into a circle. All absolutely terrifying.

But he could fight him. He was skull. He was the warrior of the thieves. If anything, he had to stay strong for Aiko's sake. To fight the battles she couldn't even imagine dealing with. It was the thought of her finally getting to meet her mother, Makeru escaping from her fathers grasp, that kept him going. Giving him enough strength to barge right into the den, guns blazing. He acted quick, hands right on the metal of his shotgun. Two shells flew out from the it. Landing just shy of the beasts shoulder. This shadow seemed smarter than most. It looked down with an uncanny intellect. Watching as he tossed aside his gun for his mace. There wasn't time to waste.

“Umataro-!”

He startled to his feet. Gripping his mace as he stared down the dragon. God his mind was starting to fuck with him. Hissing filled his ears, whispers of an unknown tongue. The dark gaps in the shadows face shone back with yellow eyes. Four of them, locked onto Ryuji with their unblinking gaze. He swore those weren’t there before-

“Look at you….you fool.”

Ryuji hissed back “fuck off man! I’m here to make things right!”

“Right? You want to make things right?”

Umataro crawled down from the mess of mementos. Circling Ryuji with his pupils narrowed. They were searchlights, illuminating every inch of his soul. Staring right through his heart.

“How could my daughter fall for such a pathetic boy. You’ve ruined us, you’ve ruined your own life, all because you couldint keep it in your pants…”

The beast snapped, closing its jaws with the rattling sound of a bear trap. Ryuji slinked back

“SHUT UP!” Ryuji screamed “AT LEAST I CARE MORE ABOUT MY DAUGHTER THEN MY REPUTATION, YOU STUPID FUCKING LIZARD!”

Ryuji slammed the mace down, landing a blow on the shadow. But it barely left a scratch. He merely tickled the dragons tail…

The shadow lunged forth. Jaws crunching around Ryujis leg. Insult to fucking injury. Flinging the boy upwards into the concrete above. Sending him cascading back to the cold ground. Pain screeched in his brain. He could feel blood pooling into the fabric. Energy seeping from his body.

“P-persona-“ his voice feeble, hands unable to grab at his own mask. Death lingered on his tongue, with the taste of blood as a chaser.

“Makeru didn't want her…you didn't want her…she would have been dead if it wouldn't ruin my reputation. Aiko is just a god damn liability. A tick sapping my money. I’ll crush you just like I’ve crushed everyone else…”

Weight crushed down in him. The impact of a metal palm wrapped ‘round his skull. Talons sinking deeper and deeper. Pressing him into the cold ground until his mask felt like it was about to break.

“I see you Sakomato…You are the filth of the earth Sakomato…a no good, lazy, delinquent of a boy. Your death will be a blessing to your family…”

“Your death will be a blessing to your family…”

That was the last of what he remembered. Before consciousness left him completely. A bloody pulp on the floor of mementos. Straining for breath.

Aiko was the last thing she thought of, her smile fading away as he lost consciousness. Sinking deeper and deeper into the emptiness.

God was he a shitty father.

————

Sight didint return first…but feeling.

The soft rumble of wheels beneath him. Was he in Morgana-car? Was this all some hallucination and he was just sleeping in a taxi??

“Mister Skull?”

Blurry shapes filled his vision. Grey and reds followed by…white? Soft yellow light trickling into his gaze illuminating a familiar sight. Jose, sitting in the drivers seat of his little car. Looking over his shoulder to check on him.

Guess he wasn’t in hell, or heaven.

“I found you deep in mementos sir, you looked really hurt..”

“Nghhh.”

A sharp bump in the tracks knocked into his skull. Eliciting a groan from his lips. Pain returned to his body in a rush. The sharp sting of the bites on his leg, the dull ache of his back and skull. The throbbing pain in his broken knee, reaggrivated by the bite. With each movement he felt dampness beneath his clothes. His own blood pooling into the fabric.

“…am I dead?”

Jose shook his head “I’m pretty sure you aren’t. You’ve still got a pulse, right?”

He checked his neck. Yep. Still a pulse.

“W..where you gonna take me kid?”

“The escalators of course! I know your buddies are waiting for you up there!”

Buddies…fuck his freinds must have found out. They’d be pissed knowing he tried to dive down into mementos by himself without so much as a bandaid. Getting his ass kicked by a single shadow. All because his “baby mama” told him to-

“-fuck! Jose can you avoid the bumps!” Ryuji hissed “my skull feels like it’s gonna explode.”

“Sorry mister, this car doesent have good suspension.”

Ryuji was thankful as all hell the kid was here to help him. He didn't even know where Jose had come from, or what the fuck he was here for. But he was a lifesaver. The thought of bleeding out there in Mementos…his friends finding his body days later. How they’d gaze at his empty eyes in disbelief. Christ how his family would react…his mothers cries, the look on his daughters eyes as Akira tells him her father isn't coming back-

Now he was crying. Crying in the back seat of some egghead kids car.

Jose could only take him as far as the checkpoint. Pulling up to the darkened subway station. Ryujis vision was still a bit blurry, but he swore he could make out…

“RYUJI!”

It was Akira, no, it was all of them. Just reaching the station as Ryujis poor ass was towed in. Practically tumbling down the escalator to reach him.

“Are you ok? What happened?” Behind the mask Akiras face was wracked with worry. Looking over the bloody pulp Ryujis body had become. Pressing into his fabric, only to see his gloves stained with blood. “I’ve got medicine, it should undo some of it-“

Ryuji felt like he was on some medical drama. All the thieves looking down on him as they stitched his body back together. Ann wrapping his leg with bandages, Yusuke wiping off the blood, and Akira administering all manner of shots and tinctures. Each paste and needle stinging into his skin.

Makoto was the first to actually interrogate him. Failing to hide her frusturstion “dammit Ryuji, why’d you go down their yourself! You know mementos is dangerous, you know-“

“-its my buisness Makoto! It’s my shit to-“

“It was that request, wasint it?” Ann spoke up “…I saw it, I knew it must have been Makeru.”

“Makeru?” Yusuke lifted a brow “whos she?”

“She’s Aikos mother..” Akira said, unpacking a syringe “Ryuji, I don’t blame you for wanting to solve it…”

“But he did it all alone!”

Ann elbowed the brunette “can we just get him back home in once peice before we start bickering!” She offered him a hand, and for once, he felt like he could sit up.

“T-thanks Ann…” standing wasn't pleasant, but it was possible. His wobbly legs managing to step out of Jose’s little car and onto the concrete below. He was a pathetic sight. Supported on one side by Ann, and Akira on the other, they made their way up the escalator to reality. Jose waving one last goodbye to the ragtag team.

Chapter Text

“This was all because of some stairs?

“You’d be surprised, stairs are rough when you fall down a full flight.”

Akira didn't want to just drop Ryuji off at home. Sakomato had suffered so much at the hands of the shadow. The least he could do was tend to his wounds. Cleaning, dressing, medicating. While Ryuji tried to calm his family's nerves. His mother and daughter sitting at the end of the bed, tending to him with concern.

The boy couldn't tell the truth, so he made up some tall tale about Ryuji falling down a flight of concrete stairs on the way back from a ramen place. Embarrassing, but not incriminating.

“Papa?” Aikos hands grazed his scuffed up cheek “huwt?”

“Yea…real real bad.” Ryuji scoffed “but your old man’s way tougher than that! Hah! I’ve dealt with waaaay worse.”

Aiko cuddled up to his side. Looking at his scarred body with worry. “Papa…you sad?”

“I’m not sad…angry if anything” Ryuji groaned “damn stairs! Always ruining my day!”

Ryujis mom smiled, brushing the dried blood from his bleached hair “Just be more careful next time dear, I don’t want you breaking any more bones.”

Akira laughed “tell me about it, I’m just happy I was there to help him. I know a good bit of first aid.”

“He’s one lucky man huh” She gave him a pat on the back “you’re gonna make a good husband Akira, and a great parent too.”

Aiko looked up at him with a smile “Papa ‘Kira!”

“Hey you’re finally getting it right kid!” Ryuji laughed. But Akira shook his head.

“I honestly like Mama more, makes things a lot less confusing” he smiled “plus, I think it’s cute. Mama Akira.”

With Ryuji looking less disheveled, Akira cozied up by his side. His mother left the room. Leaving the two boys to have a moment of peace together. The spectacled boy still combed through Ryujis blood-stained hair. Kissing his wounds and rubbing the sore parts of his shoulders. Akira was the touchy type. Ryuji always compared him to a cat, always rubbing and nuzzling against him.

“I thought you were a goner Ryuji…” Akira spoke “seeing you bloodied up…I know I’ve seen you injured before but-“

“Hey hey it’s all right, I’m still in one piece." Ryuji returned the kind words with a kiss “you saved my ass for real though, how do you carry all those meds around-“

His attention was cut off by the sound of Aiko tearing up. Holding onto Akiras arm, trying to stifle the crying that bubbled up in her voice.

“Aiko sweetie…what’s wrong?”

The girl crashed into Akira, sobbing into the fabric of his shirt.

“P-papa…Mama…” her words were garbled, difficult to hear “h-hurt…forever.”

“Hurt forever?” It took Ryuji a moment for everything to click into place “hey hey baby, you don’t gotta worry about anything. Me and mama aren’t goin’ anywhere.”

Aiko didn't seem to grasp it “b-but y-you and mama-“

Akira pulled her close. Letting her cry into the fabric of his shirt. The boy looked hesitant at first, but softly started to rock her back and forth. Patting her back. Shushing any worries which stirred.

“I know it’s scary dear, I know you worry about us. But I promise me and Papa will always come back after all of it. We do scary things, we’re theives after all…but we’ll stay strong for you. Me and your Papa have something to fight for.” He sighed “ we’re gonna make the world a better place for you. So you can grow up and not deal with everything we went through.”

Ryuji wasn't entirely sure if Aiko could comprehend what he said. But the comfort Akira brought was enough to soothe her. Ryuji and Akira, both protecting Aiko in their embrace.

“T-tank you…”

“No sweat kid” Ryuji gave her a kiss on the forehead “hey, if mama Akira is alright with it, maybe he can stay the night?”

Akira smiled “I wouldn't mind. I just hope your beds big enough for both of us.”

Ryuji wasn't really sure if they’d both fit comfortably. But the thought of him sleeping next to him, keeping him safe from the fears of the world. It put him at ease.

They fell asleep soon after. Ryuji cradling his arms around Aiko, holding her close against his chest. Akira nestled into his back. Teetering just off the edge of the bed. After night after night of sleeping alone on that rickety mattress, with only Morgana as his company, Akira felt a warmth he’d never known. The fulfillment of holding everything he loved, everything he cared about in his arms.

——-

All eyes were on Sakomato the next meeting. He was still busted-up and bruised, just less pathetic. Sitting down with the rest of the group he couldn't help but look ashamed. It was his fault he looked so scuffed. That he winced as he stretched his arms. That his legs ached even more with each step.

“Damn Ryuji, the shadow really left a mark huh?” Ann spoke up, seeing the very noticeable dents on his leg “I’ve never seen anything in the metaverse hurt a person so much.”

“Yea, the thing was wicked…” Ryuji looked away. But it seemed Makoto had some interest in what he was saying.

“It was the most recent request, right? The one from that girl who wanted to change her fathers heart.” Makoto sighed “that poor girl…forced to have a baby, only to have it ripped away-“

“-that was Aikos mom.” Ryuji said “I know I told Ann and Akira, but I guess I haven’t gotten around to explaining it to the rest of you..”

The explanation was quick, but rough. Each bit a painful thread he had to spin. His relationship with Makeru, the mess with her father Umataro, the NDA, everything. Pretty much everything up until he joined the phantom thieves.

“I feel awful for her..” Haru looked as if she was about to cry “her father…such a terrible man. I can’t imagine the mental toll it’s taken on her.”

“No wonder she wanted to change his heart. It must have been her only way to escape from his control.” Yusuke spoke.

“That’s why I want to kick his ass!” Ryuji slammed his hands on the table “I just want to rip out his damn heart, look him in the eyes and-“ he grabbed an empty can and crushed it in his fists. Imagining it as the shadows stupid face, breaking between his fingers.

Morgana pawed at his hand, loosening his grip “how did his shadow manifest? Perhaps that’ll aid us in defeating him.”

“Us?” Ryuji hissed “I’m gonna beat him by myself. Mono a mono.” He grit his teeth “it’s my shit, it’s my daughters grandfather, I’m gonna handle this by myself.”

The room fell silent. None of them wanted him to throw himself into such a dangerous situation. But they also knew how cathartic it must be. Solving a situation he had been helpless to fix until now.

“We won’t get in the way Ryuji” Makoto said “but we need to strategize. How did his shadow manifest in mementos? That might give us a clue.”

“He was this big ass metal dragon. Like with a sorta human face, these big ass wing things and like four eyes. But like…not really?” He sighed “maybe I was just losing it.”

“Ooh ooh!” Futaba shot up “I know what it is!! It must be a Fafnir shadow. Matches your description to a T!” She said “…well besides the eyes, I’ve never seen one with eyes.”

Yusuke rubbed his chin “Maybe it’s a side effect of Ryujis own fears…manifesting in the form Umataros shadow takes. The multiple eyes representing his all-seeing nature in Ryujis life-“

“Or Ryuji keeps watching shitty scifi movies…” Futaba joked.

Yusuke continued unbothered “..Him taking the guise of Fafnir isn't a coincidence either. Dragons are often associated with hoarding or ancient power, like the myths of dragons hoarding gold and valuables. He might view his daughter as a treasure which he must protect, overwhelmed by greed and a desire for control.”

“You didn't have to psychoanalyze me…but thanks.”

“He does have a point” Morgana stretched on the table “the metaverse is a manifestation of the collective consciousness. But knowing how scared Ryuji must be of Toyma-San, that fear only gave him power.”

Ryuji groaned and leaned back “so it’s my fault he kicked my ass…damn how the hell am I supposed to get him. Even if I can get past his armor he still whispers all these mean ass things to me…”

“You know him better than us” Futaba said “If there's a weakness in his real self, it exists in his shadow self.”

“Well…he’s a politician. He’s from an old ass royal family too, so he thinks he’s on top of the world.”

Makoto chimed in “a dangerous combo, he thinks he’s all powerful, so any threat that disturbs him would immediately put him on edge…”

“Indeed” Akira nodded “Ryuji always told me how defensive Toyma-San got. Wanting to cut all ties with him and Aiko for the sake of his reputation.”

“That’s it!” Futaba snapped her fingers “we gotta ambush him! He probably knew Ryuji was after him, so Umataro was prepared. Maybe if some of us lure him outta hiding, we can let skull knock him out! Find a place for him to jump off of and slam into him! Right when he least expects it!”

“I like the sound of that!” Ryuji stood up, confidence finally returning to his body “The way I have it figured, Umataro’s the baddest cat around. Nothing attacks him. So why would he ever look up for a threat?” He said “well…that’s my theory at least.”

Chapter Text

Ryuji couldint bear to make eye contact with the rest of the thieves. All jumbled together in the Mona-bus, all he could do was look at his hands. Tightening them together. Feeling the scars from the previous brawl tighten on his skin. He couldint fuck this up. Not after what happened last time. 

“You sure I can do this alone?” Ryuji spoke. Not to anybody, just…into the air.

“Skulls having second thoughts? That’s rare.” Morganas voice rattled from the car “but hey, we’re gonna help you if things go south.”

Ryuji felt a hand on his shoulder. Ann smiling at him from behind her mask “you’ll be able to fight him, I know it. It’s just one shadow after all?” She said “and I know you, you’ll do anything for your baby.”

He laughed “yea…I’d walk through hell to make her happy…guess she’ll have one hell of a bedtime story tonight.”

“Her papa Ryuji fighting a dragon to protect his daughter..” Haru laughed “it’s something out of a fairy tale!”

Futaba leapt from her seat “Ooh or an action anime! Full of cool sword fights and special abilities-“

Her voice tapered off as a familiar sound echoed in the car. That damn dragon. Humming its Mettalic song, almost to mock him. 

“Jeeze ‘Mona, you need oil.” Futaba chimed in.

“Thats not me.”

The sound grew louder. A hum turning into a roar, a roar to an all-encompassing quake. Making the entire bus tremble like a leaf in the wind. 

“Alrighty guys! Remember the plan!”

Joker and Queen took the center stage. Hopping out of the car with weapons drawn. It seemed the dragon had decided to leave its den. Slinking out of the depths of mementos with its eyes locked onto the two of them. Jaw open, standing tall in the heart of mementos. It seemed his eyes weren’t only visible to Ryuji. It’s power had bled into reality. 

“Children…I’ve been targeted by children!” 

Joker stepped forward “we know what you’ve done Umataro! You can’t treat your daughter as a pawn. She’s a human like you! How dare you!”

“She’s the one who snuck off to fuck some insufferable mutt! She should be punished!”

The beast snapped. Metallic jaws missing Joker by mere inches. It’s hot breath lingering in the air as it snaked back for another strike. Jokers blade kept it at bay, but it only gave him an excuse. Mouth billowing forth a ray of violet flames. Singing the theives. Makoto landed a punch on its side, but that was merely a scuff on its impenetrable armor. 

“She deserves to be in control of her own life! Her own path!” Queen shouted. She recoiled as another burst of fire shot forth, its heat sinking into her skin. 

“I know what is best. I know women like Makeru must be overseen, and that damn baby is proof of what happens when they’re left alone. If I had it my way I’d smother that babe with a pillow-“

Joker looked at the scene. The beast poised so perfectly, standing up on its hind legs as it readied itself for another strike. He looked up to the ceiling. Shouting into the dark-

“NOW!”

The theory was right, the dragon didn't bother to look up. Skull had managed to clamber onto the walls, lurking on the edge right until he saw a clearing. Just as the beasts head raised up, Ryuji came crashing down. The brunt of his sledgehammer slamming into his head. 

“-AGH-DAMN”

Rattling like a temple bell, the beast swayed back and forth with the force of the impact. Sending Ryuji tumbling onto the cobblestones as he fought to regain his composure. 

“Fuck you! Big ass dragon son of a bitch!! Captain Kidd, get his ass!!”

A bolt of lightning rattled from the swirling form behind him. Crashing down onto the dragon with a resounding bang. Smoke filled the air, shrouding mementos in a haze. Only broken up by pinprick yellow lights. Captain Kidd volleyed another round of bolts, but the dragon seemed to slip past unharmed. Charging full-force into Skull with his teeth bared. 

“-Eat shit!”

Iron met steel, the sledgehammer landing an impressive blow on his cheek. Making him startle back for a moment. He was showing weakness. Footing growing unsteady, head twitching back and forth to look for threats. Sparks crackled from his mouth but it seemed he didn't have the strength to muster fire. 

“Your death…will be-”

Ryuji struck a blow on his side. Shutting the dragons stupid stupid mouth, dizzying him enough for Ryuji to th throw an insult.

“You hear that Umataro! You’re a piece of shit!! You’re the kind of motherfucker who will always get your way!! You selfish prick!”

As the beast raised its head, Ryuji could see something on its underbelly, a heart. Encased within his chest. Just within his grasp-

Ryuji was kicked back by one of the dragons moves. Causing him to trip on the rough cobbles. He steadied himself before he could fall back, managing to crush the casing with a swing of his hammer. 

“-AGH”

The dragon reeled back. Sparks leaking from his mouth like blood. Falling on all fours, opening his chest up just enough for Ryuji to grab his heart. Feeling it pulse beneath his palm as he ripped it from the metal casing. Spilling dark black fluid all over his arm. The beast bellowing its final war cry. 

Sakomato had never felt happier. 

He watched the dragon collapse into itself. Falling into a pile of shadowy bile and blood. Dissolving in the pool of his own defeat, there was nothing left but the disheveled form of Umataro Toyma. The man, not the beast. Arms wrapped around himself, face contorted in pity. He’d never seen Toyma-San look so weak. So defeated. The man who controlled everything was little more then a pawn in his own game. 

“I-I’m a monster…”

“Yea right, it shouldn't have taken this long for you to realize it” Ryuji approached him, still holding the beating heart of his shadow self “you control your daughter like a toy, you forced her to have that kid and give it away just so you could save face!” 

“You never even let her hold Aiko, or meet her, or anything!” Akira spoke from behind. Placing a hand on Ryujis shoulder “how could you do that to your daughter? To anyone for that matter.”

Toyma looked at them. Eyes widened with fear. Tears pouring down his cheeks as he gazed at his hands. Umataro collapsed. Falling onto the floor sobbing. 

“I just wanted to protect her…I w-wanted to” Umataro fell to his knees, hiding his tears from the thieves “I’m an awful father…I treated the Sakomato’s so poorly…I treated my own daughter like a pawn-I-I”

There was something in his voice. He’d seen shadows beg for mercy, repenting the moment their hearts changed. But something felt different about Umataro Toyma. It was more like…grief. The piercing kind of pain that struck your heart. Punctured your lungs. And made every breath terrifying. 

“You’ll let Aiko visit her mother, right?” Ryuji spoke up. 

“Yes yes I will…she needs to see her baby, see how much she’s grown. Oh I know she must feel awful…”

With those words his form dissipated into the thin fabric of mementos. Leaving only sobs to fill the space. 

————-

Even if the prior battle had nearly beat him to a pulp, the victory over Umataro Toyma gave him one hell of a bedtime story for Aiko.

“-And so the big bad dragon stood tall, and roaaared its fiery breath-“ Ryuji raised his hands up like claws, growling and snarling “and he said ‘you’ll never beat me phantom theives! I am unstoppable!’ Stomping all around the castle-“

Aiko watched as Ryuji clomped around the room. Giggling as her father mimicked the dragon, knocking over toys and sweeping blankets aside. 

“-but the theives wouldn't let him go! They raised their weapons, and attacked-!”

“Raaa!!”

Aiko stormed him with a pillow. Slapping his head as he roared. Thrashing about on the floor like the dragon he almost lost his life to. If that thing nearly murdered him, Ryuji could at least make the dragon look dumb.

“-Agh! Shes got me! The phantom thief got me!” He fell to the ground, eyes wide and tongue out, feigning death “….I’ve been killed…the Phantom theives are just too good…bleh!”

A knock at the door. Ryuji startling up, revived despite his very convincing death stance. Aiko looked up towards the door.

“Who’s dat?”

Ryuji knew the only one who’d come knocking was Umataro. Jesus, his change of heart was quick. Same day shipping.

“Oh uh-I think it’s one of grandmas friends, stay here I’ll get it.”

He couldn't be too sure. It was such a quick turnaround, who was to say the change had actually gone through? That Umataro had changed his mind about the mess. But judging from the conversation he overheard, his handiwork had paid off.

Toyma-San stood there in the doorway. A tinge of red under his eyes and tearstains on his coat. He no longer was the commandeering, no-nonsense, political mastermind. He looked almost…shy”

“Good afternoon Toyma-San” his mother had answered the door before him. An air of fear lingering in her voice “is there anything you wished to-“

“I-I wish to mend things with you and your son” 

Umataro bowed. Deeply. So much so it obscured his face completely. “Even with the stipends, my past actions have been cruel. How I’ve treated your son, how I’ve treated my own daughter and…granddaughter.”

He locked eyes with Ryuji, afraid to step further into the kitchen. Instead of his normal scowl the man…smiled. 

“Hello Sakomato-San, hopefully I’m not interrupting anything.”

Ryuji scoffed “oh uh-nothin’ much, just roughhousing with Aiko, playin’ pretend.”

Umataro laughed “she must be so happy to have a father like you, I hope she’s doing well.”

Ryuji held his tongue. He didn't want to jump the gun on anything. It almost felt too good to be true. 

“Well mister Sakomato, I wanted to ask you about something. I know for the past few years I’ve kept Makeru away from you all…I can’t even describe my guilt. It’s like-“ he paused to take a shaky breath “-I-it’s like holding onto..i-it’s sort of.”

Umataro fell apart. His voice unable to spit out more than a few words. Ryuji placed a hand on his shoulder. Surprised that Toyma-San didn't flinch or reel back. 

“-look I don’t have a good explanation for my actions. All I know is that while I can’t undo the sins of the past, I can bring hope for the future.” Umataro spoke “I would like to invite you and Aiko to our house in Komae this Sunday, Makeru will be there. I know she has been wanting to see you both for a long time.”

There it was. Proof of everything. Ryuji wanted to tackle-hug the politician to the ground but had to restrain himself with a firm handshake.

“It would be an honor sir.”