"Look, I just want to eat some food, and go back to bed. Just, go and do whatever. As long as you show up tonight so someone can lock you up again." Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes at Nagito, who had interrupted his meal. He just stood there, though, like he was waiting to hear anything else. And it only made him angrier that Nagito was still hovering around him silently. He raised his left arm and index finger, wagging it slowly as he prepared his next words.

"Nothing is going to happen until the next one wakes up. Until then, we just...live, or whatever." he picked up where he left off, now chewing on a glob of rice.

"I'm sorry for bothering you, I'll be going now." he said very plainly, his body moving to leave, before he was stopped by Fuyuhiko.

"Hey, just cuz I'm acting like an asshole doesn't mean you have to leave without something to eat."

"I was about to say that!" Sonia yelled out from the kitchen, the clanging of pots and pans heard after.

"No...I'm alright. Thank you, though." he left after that, quickly too. Fuyuhiko kept his eyes on the stairs for awhile after he left, shrugging it off to bring his attention back to his meal.

"Where'd he go?" Sonia came out of the kitchen with a plate of food meant for Nagito, stopping when she saw he wasn't there.

"He said no thanks. Just throw it on Akane's plate. God knows she won't mind." Sonia stood there for a few seconds before moving to a nearby table with two more plates on it. One was meant for Hajime, a normal amount of food on the dish. The other was meant for Akane, and had what looked like enough food for six people on it. Sonia quickly headed back into the kitchen with the dirty dish, leaving him to sit again in silence.

"GOD DAMNIT! SHIT! MOTHERFUCKER!" her voice came from the kitchen again after a thud, and the sound of something shattering. Fuyuhiko choked on his food, surprised by her sudden explosive outburst. Painfully pushing the food down his throat he stands from his seat, moving to go and check on her.

He stopped in the door to the kitchen, seeing Sonia on the floor. Around her, were the scattered remains of the ceramic plate she was carrying. All that fuss, over a broken plate? He couldn't help but laugh at her.

"You shouldn't scream that loud. I thought you hurt yourself." he took a step forward, now laughing at the string of curse words she used when she fell. As he reached out to give her a hand, he lost his footing. He slipped, because of the wet ground beneath him.

"SON OF A BITCH!" he landed on his back, hard.

"Be careful," Sonia started. Fuyuhiko sat up, arching his back as he did. "I think the floor may be a little wet."

"Nah...I can't. Can I? No I can't. But maybe..." to no other reason but being bored, Kazuichi had started exploring the control room building more thoroughly. The storage room, to be specific. And hidden away, as well as possible, was a digital camera. He became rather excited when he found it, but was put off at further glance of the item. On the front lens of the camera was a red sticky note with heavy black ink scribbled on.

'I have decided to leave this decision to you. You decide whether or not to delete these photos. VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK. -Naegi Makoto'

The note was written in all capitals at the end to further convey its seriousness. Ever so slightly, the message was having the opposite effect on him. Before the next thought could go through his head the camera was on. He was caught surprised to see the saved photographs instantly appear onto the display.

"Oh..." his arms started shaking as soon as he saw it. There was a heavy feeling washing down his body, almost locking him in place. Breaths grew rapid, his chest rising and falling the more he stared at the picture. Mindlessly, he went to the next one. It was worse than the previous. The heavy feeling shot through him again, resonating in his chest as his heart beat faster and faster.

Look away.

He kept going, feeling in some way that he was obligated to do so. The images were horrid, some worse than others, all of them having the same effect on him. They induced fear. Disgust. Sadness.

Despair.

Look away.

He couldn't. So he did the only thing he could do. He let the camera slip out of his hands. It hit his foot as it fell, landing on the ground with a clack that echoed in his eardrums. The battery had been knocked loose, the device now off once again. He shuddered, whimpering as he let his body fall to the floor. Inches from his face was the camera.

Later he would hide the camera, better than it was before. He would also decide not to tell the others. Just in case, he made sure to re-attach the note as well.

"I feel like I have to ask you this." Sonia said as she walked down the restaurant stairs, Fuyuhiko a few steps ahead. He let out a sigh, and she could just imagine that his face was contorting to show his irritation.

"Why do we have to carry this damn food, just for them." was what he said. He ignored her almost completely, his eye fixated on the giant mound of sustenance piled atop the ceramic plate he held.

"Ah," she stopped herself when she realized that he didn't say something like, 'go ahead, ask me anything'. "They didn't come out to eat, so we have to take care of them. As their friends...right?"

She found herself asking a different question than the one she intended.

"I'm not doin' any shit like that." they were walking past the pool now, and on the waters reflection she could see that his face was straight. "You're doing that. Just cuz I'm helping you carry this, doesn't mean I did anything."

"Are you helping me because we're friends? We are friends...right?"

"I'm helping you because you asked. If i did it without being asked then it'd be like that. Open up!" they stopped in front of Akane's cottage door, Fuyuhiko yelling instead of knocking. The call was answered quickly, Hajime opening the door and taking the delivery even quicker, voicing his and her thanks. The door shut, leaving him and Sonia alone again.

"We're friends." he huffed, turning to her as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "The fact that you had to ask if we were? That's fucking stupid."

"I'm glad to hear that, but I still have that question I was meaning to ask."

"Well that's just too damn bad. I'm taking the night shift in Soda's place, so I'm gonna get some sleep. Now."

He left her hanging, walking to his cottage and shutting himself inside.

It took everything he had to not dig that camera back up. There was an odd attraction to it, to the photos. Like, if he looked long enough he'd find something that would make seeing all the others worth it. Just one candid image that would make all the others insignificant.

"We're here for a reason..."

Thats all he could think of. And that camera wasn't his. He had his own reason as did everyone else. Kazuichi wouldn't hold any of those pictures against her, and he certainly wouldn't treat her any different when she woke up. They were classmates after all.

He was grateful that there was someone out there kind enough to give them all a second chance.

"It's quitting time," Fuyuhiko pulled him from his thoughts as he stepped into the room. They exchanged looks, the Yakuza looking him over pitifully. "You look like shit."

"Guess I'm just a little tired." he lied.

"Get outta' here then."

"Yeah..."

"Oh, and don't forget to lock up Komaeda before you go to sleep."