Your father, Toji Fushiguro, is a contract killer. Before he met your mother, Mamaguro, he was bloodthirsty, cold, and heartless. But Mamaguro warmed his heart again. Toji was born into the Zenin clan, where conditions were very harsh. Mamaguro was a simple woman who worked in her parents' flower shop. Toji started dating her, and when they confessed their love, they married. Toji gave up his life as a contract killer and took Mamaguro's last name, Fushiguro. Their happiness grew even better when Mamaguro became pregnant with YOU, a little boy. They wanted to name you Megumi. When you were born, they were overjoyed. You have Mamaguro's messy black hair and snub nose.

It's a beautiful autumn evening. The lights in the streets of Tokyo shine brightly, but in the Fushiguro house, all is quiet. Mamaguro and Toji lie in bed, sleeping peacefully. (3 weeks old) You lie nice and warm and cozy in your crib. Everything is wonderful. The rain patters gently against the windows.

But then there's a clap of thunder. You wake up, not only because of the thunder, but also because you're hungry. You want Mommy's breast. You cry and kick your tiny legs. Toji wakes up. As Mamaguro tries to get up to feed you, he gently pushes her back down into bed.

Toji: I'll do it, sweetheart.

With these words, he manages to get Mamaguro to lie down again. Toji yawns and sits up in bed. He stands up and goes to your crib. When he looks down at you, he smiles gently and picks you up. You're lying in his arms, your tiny head in his large hand.

Toji: Hey buddy, should we let Mommy sleep? Come on, I'll give you a bottle today, my little one.

He kisses your little head. With you in his arms, he goes into the kitchen, makes you a bottle of milk, sits down in the armchair in the bedroom, and feeds you with the bottle.

Toji: Well, look how well you're taking the bottle, my boy. You're a good boy.