Ken "Draken" Ryūgūji. Part of one of the most dangerous gangs in Japan. The Toman. And he was also your baby daddy.

. You were his girlfriend, and he'd gotten you pregnant one night, and now you had a six month old baby girl.

. You were sitting at home in your shared apartment, holding your daughter in your lap, watching her favorite cartoon.

. The door opened and you looked over. Your daughter was too absorbed in the TV.

. You scowled as soon as you saw Draken. He was battered and bruised. Bloody. Again. For like the third time this week.

. You placed your daughter down on the couch, against the couch cushions, letting her watch alone.

. You went into the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit.

. You went over and grabbed his hand. You pushed him down at the dining room table on one of the chairs. You started tending to the open wounds on his face and arms.

. He looked away from you to your daughter on the couch.**

. She was the perfect combination of you two. She had a mix of your personalities. She was calm and collected most of the time. Unless she was playing, or laughing. She was chubby, she had your skin tone, his eyes, and his hair.

. Draken stayed looking at her until you purposely pressed harder on an open wound with a cotton ball of antiseptic. And he looked over.