A/N: I don't know where I'm going with this fic. I'm an impulse writer.

Devil Survivor 2 © Atlus

Yamato was a foot out the JPs headquarters to search for Hiro, dead or alive. His work as the chief of Japan's supernatural defense group held him back, however. He knew there was no time to engage in personal matters, and to pay special attention to another would make him seem like an incompetent leader.

At this point, Jungo and Daichi had healed a considerable amount, but were still bed-ridden due to the severity of their wounds. Had they been healed a little more to the point of mobility, they'd take the first Avian to search for Hiro. And Yamato would gladly accompany them.

But his responsibilities were too great.

He groaned into his palms in the privacy of his office, rubbing at his eyes as well with his wrist. He was feeling more and more uneasy by the minute. He'd never thought to feel so distressed over another person. It was unlike him. This new territory of emotional boundaries baffled him. Before Polaris, before the world was ending, he would've been all for work. He wouldn't give a damn about anyone, and they'd only regard him as chief of JPs.

It was different now. He now has people who see him as Yamato, not just a young chief. His world grew outside the walls of the organization. And he had one sole person to thank for that, but that person was no where to be found. He could be anywhere, possibly dying or dead for all he knew. What would happen to his world then? Would he return to his day-to-day life of working endless nights on reports and demon attacks? Would that be all his life result into without that one person?

No. If that one person were gone, dead, then so would his world.

He scoffed at the direction his mind wandered to. "When did I become such an emotional thinker?" He muttered to himself, with no one to answer him.

Another week passed and Yamato was sure he was seeing things at the end of that week. Sure he's been losing sleep and overworking himself to the point of neglecting his health that one week. But it was funny how it only took 'a week' to do so much damage, and the end of those so called 'week's there was always a surprise. Whether it was defeating Polaris, having an outing with Ronaldo at Hiro's insistence, or even the return of a certain bunny-hood wearing teenager.

Really, Hiro had his way of saving him on the final day.

"Chief it really is not recommended to see him, especially in the condition that he's-"

"Sako. I will not take this blatant disobedience."

"And I will not take you entering this room when my patient is on the verge of death." Otome stood her ground, sizing up Yamato. She was not afraid to stand up to him for his own good. Seeing Hiro in the condition he was in... Would not be a pretty sight.

"Yanagiya. This is an order from your chief."

"Say all the shit you want! We ain't letting you through!" Hinako argued. Along with the JPs team were Hiro's close friends. They had apparently heard word of his return and saw his condition before Yamato. He didn't like that. He disliked the fact that they were shielding Hiro from him even more.

"He~y. Yeah, it really wouldn't be a good idea for you to see him." Joe tried consulting. His expression tried to mask his anxiety but he was clearly concerned. It did no good.

"Y'know, you being his lover and all." Daichi added.

At that moment, the door to the JPs emergency care center burst open to reveal Ronaldo in a panicked state. Great, just what Yamato needed. This insolent fool to intervene.

"How... How is he?" Ronaldo wheezed out, clearly warn out from running inside to check on Hiro. Jungo and Keita debriefed him on his condition, but only told him what they told Yamato. It was clear they were not going to let him in as well.

Ronaldo had an affinity for Hiro. It was unclear whether it was a crush or not, especially at his age, but there was a possibility. The others didn't want to risk Ronaldo having an emotional breakdown had he seen Hiro; Daichi himself could barely contain his tears as a childhood friend.

"... I just realized," Fumi added her input. "What about that Al Saiduq guy? Shouldn't he be butting in soon too?" Considering Alcor's fondness for Hiro, it would not surprise them anymore if he showed up.

"Couldn't he just appear in the room if he wants?" Io realized, paling a little bit at the sep...'s reaction to seeing Hiro all mangled up.

"He'd probably take it better than these two." Airi motioned towards Ronaldo and Yamato. "Freaky alien thing, remember?"

"About that..."

Yamato was upset that Alcor was considered emotionally stable enough to see Hiro, but they assumed he couldn't take it? Was it that bad? His face paled.

"Yanagiya. Who is monitoring Hiro at this moment then?"

"Didn't you hear, chief? We have Alcor keeping an eye on him. Considering..." Yamato blocked her out at that point in favour of storming away.

He knew he was acting childish, but he didn't know what to do at this point.

"I will be in my office."

And with that, he sulked away to his office.

Alcor turned his head towards the door that did a poor job concealing the commotion outside. It did not require any special abilities to tell Yamato was upset. Alcor's lips dropped into a subtle frown as he watched Hiro's dull blue eyes darken.

The bed-ridden male could not speak, let alone lift a finger. The adjoining part of his body that connected his shoulder to his neck was ripped open, his back sustained large gashes (possibly from scratches), his limbs were in distorted positions, and he was possibly psychologically damaged as well.

In summary, Hiro was bordering between life or death. Had he not have a strong will to live, there would be no chance of his survival.

"Shining one." Hiro was verbally responseless but Alcor had his attention from the way his eyes motioned towards him. "Hotsuin seems to be distressed and he appears to be growing desperate to see you." He blinked. "Kuriki appears to be in the same predicament as well."

He could not speak. There would always be a response from Hiro, be it witty, sarcastic, silly, or serious. He would always reply. But now, Hiro was silent.

Alcor pressed a hand against his mouth as he looked down at his friend. "This is too foreign for me. I apologize, shining one. I must go." He disappeared and Hiro was alone again.

He mentally sighed to himself and willed his eyes closed; maybe some sleep would do him some good from the dull ache in his body. Hopefully he'll wake up.

It was an ungodly hour of the night/morning. Due to her exhaustion and concern for her daughter, Otome retired for the night. She had several JPs personnel and Fumi stay behind to guard Hiro. However, Fumi had research to do based on the area Hiro fought at.
It was simple for Yamato to get in.

But once he arrived at the door to Hiro's room, unconscious bodies were scattered on the floor of the hallway. Someone had already beat him to Hiro, and Yamato had a burning suspicion who it could have been.

The hospital door was slammed open to reveal Ronaldo leaning against Hiro's bed frame, clasping his hands between his trembling ones. He was lost in his own world, mumbling the name "Hiro" repeatedly, as if hoping that it would recover him. His voice was desperate and his shoulder shook; he was holding back tears but clearly failing.

Before Yamato could get mad, he saw a glimpse of Hiro's condition.

Everyone was not exaggerating when they said that it was not suggested that he saw him. Yamato cautiously approached Ronaldo's hunched form and placed a hand on his shoulder; in that moment, they shared a temporary existence.

Had he not have to keep up the appearance of the strong and study JPs' chief, Yamato would most likely be in Ronaldo's place. And that very thought that crossed his mind terrified him.

'I should've left to save him. I should've neglected my work and search the world for him.' His grip on Ronaldo's shoulder tightened as he regretted every minute of the past. Of leaving Hiro to suffer such a state.

He was asleep. His sleeping form was peaceful. Almost too peaceful. Yamato's eyes widened in paranoia and panic.

Against all sense, his hand approached Hiro's shoulder with caution. Before it reached its destination, a larger, tan hand grabbed his and kept the appendage at a distance from Hiro.

"What are you doing! Do you not see his condition!" Ronaldo hissed, now facing Yamato. His eyes were watery and the area around his eyes were puffy. He choked back a sob after silently trying to get Yamato away.

Yamato was clearly offended. "Of course I do, you imbecile. Has his motionless form not alerted you that he may be dead?" He hissed back, sounding almost desperate. Almost.

Ronaldo nodded and went back to gingerly holding Hiro's hand in his. "Of course he's not dead. He wouldn't die so easily..." From the tone he used, Ronaldo sounded wishful, rather than sure. "His hand may be ice cold, but I feel a pulse. I just know it."

Before Yamato can retort and demand that Ronaldo releases Hiro 'or so help him', there was an annoying cough from the doorway. The two took a moment pause from bickering to see Fumi at the doorway with a laptop at hand.

"It's nice to see Hiro's harem care for him so much but I'm gonna need you both to leave. I respect ya, chief, but, not only is it bad for you to stick around any longer for your's and Hiro's sake, I won't hesitate using you for an experiment alongside Ronaldo."

Among their bickering, dull blue eyes slowly opened. They wandered over to the noisier side of the room and eyes remained on a figure clad in black with unruly silver hair.

Hiro's fingers twitched, hoping to reach over to Yamato. To the best of his abilities, he attempted to call out to him.

With sharp eyes, Fumi noticed Hiro stirring awake and immediately tried to shoo Yamato and Ronaldo from the room.

Without the touch of Yamato and the bitter loneliness to shroud him, Hiro lost the will to continue living.

A/N: This ending is rushed and it sucks and blah.