A cry rang out in the warm, white room. Crowded by nurses and various doctors, they quieted as they watched the bundle in wrapped in blue. A nurse had been holding the child for only a moment, before it began to cry. The nurse, hurrying over, laid the child in a woman's arm with the utmost gentleness. The woman holding him, smiled down with warm gray eyes and unabashed love for the infant. He was so sweet looking, even as he cried, a patch of purple hair atop his small head. Looking up from the bundle, she glanced around before beckoning over a certain man. She smiled as she lifted the crook of her arm in the slightest, so he could see the child.

"Toshinori, come see him.. he's beautiful." Her voice was soft, and sweetened as she spoke.

The skeleton of a man, with wild blonde hair in every which way had made his way to the side of the bed. He seemed almost fearful. What if the child began to cry even more, due to his appearance? For a moment, he had wished he was as All Might, a strong and courageous man who never made children cry. He was taken by surprise though as the child began to quiet upon him nearing. He was almost quiet now, the previous sobs dying down quickly. Small eyes fluttered open, bright baby blues staring back up. And with that, the child gurgled with a toothless smile as he reached for his father.

'He smiled..' Was his only thought, as he watched the child with a soft gaze.

"Toshinori, let's name him. How about M.."

A call rang out through the house, with a cheery tune to it. "Toshinori! Masaki! Lunch is ready!"

The woman stood at the counter, clad in a blue long sleeved shirt, and a pair of leggings. She turned back to what she had been doing previously, finishing up on ladling the sauce onto the rice. As she heard thumping, a small blur flew down the stairs in glee. He stopped once he was in the kitchen, the small head of violet hair messy and unkempt. She reached out, attempting to smooth down the mess of hair even a bit, but to no avail. She chuckled as she gazed down at the five year old, who was staring up with unbidden excitement. He spoke eagerly, the small chip in his tooth showing as he did so. "What's for lunch!? I'm sooo hungry mama!"

Before she could answer him, the figure of her beloved appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against it with a fond look as he watched his wife and son. Stepping closer to the two, he reached out, his long fingers brushing through Masaki's hair as he ruffled it. He grinned down at him as the child turned to him, enveloping his legs in a hug. Toshinori chuckled as he pet his head, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to his wife's cheek. Hisoka giggled, with a sweet smile she gestured to the three plates on the counter. "I made curry today, why don't you go and wash up Masaki? And remember sweetheart, no action figures at the table."

"Yeah, okay mama.. I'll be right back! I can't wait to have some curry!" He giggled as he slipped from between his parents, and back up the stairs. As he rounded the corner, Toshinori made for his wife. Standing behind her, he wrapped his long arms around her in a languid fashion, resting his head on her shoulder. She smiled, placing the wooden spoon back into the pot before clasping her hands over his own. He gazed up at her with a sparkle in his eye, a smile crossing his face. "I still don't know how an old man like me managed to get so lucky."

With a chuckle, she turned her head towards his and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "You're not old, silly. And -" She was interrupted mid-sentence with a loud knock, and she jumped slightly. Pulling from his arms, she pressed a kiss against his lips before continuing to move away.

"I'll get it, don't worry. I wonder who it is though.." She mused quietly, Toshinori watching her as she moved. She stopped before the white door, pulling it open with a polite smile as she was ready to greet whomever was at her doorstep. Only to stop, with a confused look as she stared at the pair before her.

Two officers stood there, one inching forward a bit before speaking with a heavy tone. "Hisoka Yagi?" With a hand placed over her chest, she nodded slowly. "Ah, yes.. that would be me. Is there something I could he-"

She was stopped mid-sentence as she was pushed against the frame of her door. She let out a yelp as it happened, straining to see behind her as she was restrained. She heard a click, cold metal encircling her wrists as she was held there. "You are under arrest for the murder of Masamune Sato."

She gawked, wide eyes as though a deer caught in the headlights. "Wh-" "Anything you say can, and will be held against you." Toshinori had come through from the kitchen, having overheard the small commotion. Only to be shocked, staring as his wife was pinned and cuffed against the doorframe. She stared back at him now, eyes connecting with a look of fear. He reached out, only to pause as an officer held out a hand.

"W-What the hell is going on he- Hrrk!" He stopped, clamping a hand over his mouth as blood spurt out. The officer seemed surprised at that, before making his way around his partner and towards the man. With a cautious hand, he appeared concerned as he aimed to place it on his shoulder. He spoke with worry, "Sir, are you injured?"

He moved away slightly, shaking his head as he wiped away the blood. If Masaki came down.. shit. "N-No, it's my condition.." "Should I call a doctor, or something?"

He shook his head once more, attempting to step away. He was shook though as something small slammed into him. Looking down, and behind him he saw the confused gaze of Masaki. He clutched onto the leg of his pants as he gazed out at the officers. His voice was small, and shaky as he spoke, fear now evident. "Papa, w-what are they doing to mama? Are they.. taking mama?"

He reached down, grasping his son's shoulder. He wrapped another arm around him as Masaki thrust himself forward with an outstretched hand. Reaching for his mother, as the two officers began to draw her away. She gazed back, tears bubbling and slipping down her cheeks as she watched the two before her head was shoved down roughly, and pushed into the back of the car. Masaki sobbed, crying as he struggled for the open door, heartbroken calls echoing.

"Mama! Mama come back! Don't take her!"