A dark, white room. It had a despairful ambiance. Nothing new nowadays, was it?

Takaaki was in that room. Some of the Future Foundation members were telling him something, he didn't know nor care what. He just knew his son, his only family left, Kiyotaka was death. That's why they called him here...dead, dead, dead...

He was stuck in a killing game, he was murderered. A victim. His poor son, he never did anything wrong yet..

"With our great equipment..revive but as babies..we started with your son's class...he..."

The talk just went on and on and on..Takaaki just wanted to go away. He did not care about all of this. Not even a little. He wanted to go home and break down..

Suddenly another person entered the room, holding a baby.

Eh? Now what was this nonsense? Before Takaaki could even ask, the baby, that baby looked up at him and the words died in his throat. The baby had red eyes, black, short hair and his young face twisted into an expression of recognition as he made grabby motions towards Takaaki, soft sounds escaping his little lips..

..The baby looked almost like..

"...Kiyotaka?"

The word escaped his lips without realising it. It couldn't be, could it? His son revived as a baby..? His son was a baby again?

He..Kiyotaka looked just like him back when he was an innocent baby. One Takaaki would hold against his chest..When they were still a happy family..

{Note from the Author: Sorry, I just suddenly got this idea and I thought, why not try it out?? It would be original! Hehe..Anyways, User is Kiyotaka Ishimaru as a baby.}