Winning Incentive(A Samon Gokuu One-Shot)


“These are the buildings that will be moving on to the second round!” Mitsuru yelled into his microphone with enthusiasm as the scores were shown on the screen.

“Too loud.” Kitsuna muttered to herself as she sat down next to her supervisor.

“You can say that again.” Hajime sighed.

“What’s the matter, you two throwing in the towel already?” Samon growled as he approached, the inmates that would be participating with him following closely behind.

“Hi, Saru-chan.” Kitsuna yawned.

“Screw off you damned monkey!” Hajime hissed back at the shorter man, “Lack of enthusiasm does not mean we’re going to lose, right Kitsuna!?”

“Now you’re being too loud, Hajime.” The girl recoiled and sighed, “What is with everyone here and this tournament? You didn’t even want to participate in this to begin with.”

“Maybe so,” Hajime growled while glaring daggers into the supervisor over her head, “But whether I win this or not, I’m not losing to you.”

“Well, I hope you’re ready for disappointment.” Samon snarled, glaring back, “But I’m not about to lose to you either. And I’ll win this thing.”

“Like hell.” Hajime roared.

“What’s the matter foxy, staying out of this because you’re afraid?” Inori laughed at the red head who was done with everything.

“No, I’m not you.” She shot back, causing the much taller man to wince slightly.

“You got some big balls to say that to a superior officer.” Inori snarled at her when he regained composer.

“Rank means shit when you don’t have respect to back it up.” Kitsuna muttered.

“What was that?” Inori demanded.

“Back off, boar.” Hajime snarled, defending the girl, “Respect your superiors.”

The deputy supervisor fell silent, knowing he couldn’t take on the supervisor.

“May the best man win, I guess.” Kitsuna said dismissively, letting the others know the conversation was over.

“Damn it, 3rd again! I’m only above that stupid pheasant!” Samon growled and punched a wall in anger.

“Disappointed you’re losing?” Kitsuna teased from behind him.

“What do you want?” Samon asked, turning around. There was no heat in his words as he spoke to the girl, but he was annoyed.

“To check on my Saru-chan.” She smiled, still leaning against the wall.

“At the very least don’t call me that in front of Hajime and the other supervisors.” Samon pouted, “They’ll never let me live it down.”

“But it’s cute.” Kitsuna said pushing off the wall and strutting towards the shorter male.

“Not a compliment to pay to a man.” Samon huffed.

Kitsuna rolled her eyes before leaning down slightly and kissing his nose. She was only 2 inches taller than him, but she was happy about it because she could lean down and kiss him any time she wanted.

“Yeah, but you’re mine, so…” She said with a smile.

“Whatever.” Samon sighed and crossed his arms.

“You can win against, Hajime.” The red eyed girl said, gaining the monkey’s attention, “He’s tired because he’s been working all last night. You can take him, just, don’t hold back this time, okay?”

“You really think I can win?” Samon asked, looking up at her. At moments like this he wished he was taller than her.

She nodded, “And if you do win,” A devilish smirk spread across her face as she leaned down to whisper into his ear.

Samon’s face became as red as his girlfriend’s eyes as a smirk that matched her own grew on his face.

“Only if you win of course.” Kitsuna uttered as she pulled away from him, staring him dead in the eye.

“I’m going to win!” Samon yelled and took off towards the arena.

Kitsuna giggled to herself and turned to follower the man back outside.

The matchup for the spinning tops were building 5 vs. building 3, and building 4 vs. building 13.

As expected it was buildings 5 and 13 that moved on to the final round.

Hajime and Inmate 15 stood in the arena, preparing to participate for their own building. It was Samon and number 2 who were representing building 5.

The last event was sake opening. It seemed like the perfect way to bring in the new year.

“Ready?” Mitsuru shouted, “GO!”

Both teams took off. Samon and Liang pulled ahead of Hajime, Jyugo was all the way in the back as he had always been slow.

Liang and Hajime were neck and neck, Samon was way in the front though. He was the most athletic after all, and given the fact he was smaller than Hajime gave him a bit of an edge.

At least, that’s what everyone thought until Hajime shot forward and pulled Samon back by his tail to try to get ahead of him.

“I will not lose to you!” Samon yelled, fire burning off of him. He then doubled up his fist and punched Hajime off to the side and went flying up the stairs to the platform the sake barrel was on, leaving a trail of fair in his wake.

As Hajime pulled himself out of the rubble of a crumbled wall, Samon punched open the barrel with all his might, sending sake and wooden splinters everywhere.

“Oh Yeah!” Mitsuru yelled again, “Samon takes the win! Building 5 wins this year’s tournament!”

The red haired girl leaned forward onto the railing she was standing behind and rested her head on he hand that was supported by the railing as she smiled at the monkey man.

Liang was soon up on the platform with Samon they were congratulating each other. Cell 8 was going to get anything they wanted, and Samon was going to get exactly what he was promised.

“Well, it was a good try!” Yamato laughed as Hajime and Jyugo climbed back up to where everyone was standing.

“I just don’t get what got him fired up like that.” Hajime grumbled as he glared at Samon. Cell 13 was disappointed because they weren’t going to get what they wanted, despite having won already.

Kitsuna had to stifle a giggle that wanted to escape her chest.

“What’s so funny!” Hajime yelled at the red haired girl.

“Nothing, Hajime.” She giggled again, “I’m just happy for him.”

“Yeah, your boyfriend’s probably ecstatic about his win.” He grumbled again.

“I, at least, hope he’ll use that bonus to take you someplace nice.” Kiji droned as he approached the scene, “After all, what good would he be otherwise?”

Kitsuna could only laugh again. Partially because of the stupidity of what the bird man had said, partially because building 5’s supervisor had looked up at her in victory only to turn bright red remembering exactly what he won.

“Okay, be honest.” Hajime ordered the girl, “What the hell did you do to make him win?”

Kitsuna just smirked to herself.

“Oh you know, I just gave him a little winning incentive is all.”


Teddy Bear(A Hisagi Shuuhei Love Story Part 9)


Warm hands ran up and down and back under my shirt, slightly pulling me closer to the man whose lap I was in. One soft, wet kiss ended as I let out a light sigh and another one quickly followed. My hands were running through his dark hair, messing it up more than it already was.

When this kiss ended I bit his lower lip gently, pulling him more towards me, teasing him, before letting go and dipping my head down to mess around with his neck.

“Shi-Shiai!” He gasped in surprise as I started running my tongue along his neck.

“What?” I asked, as I ran my tongue over his jugular and pushing his shirt open more so I could have access to his collar bone.

“What if someone walks in?” He said urgently, moving his hands from my back to my arms, half attempting to push me off.

“In my room?” I all but scoffed as I moved back from his neck to look at him. He looked scared, and he was flushing heavily.

I smirked and leaned in close to his face again, “No one’s going to disturb us.” I assured him, “Not unless there’s another hallow invasion, and we’d have a lot of warning about that because everyone would be yelling.”

“But…” He trailed off.

“Are you not comfortable going this far yet?” I asked, realizing it might be me coming on too strong, “We can stop if you don’t want to. I didn’t mean to push you this far.”

“It’s not that.” He said looking away.

“Then what is it?” I asked lifting his chin so he could look at me, “We can’t work through it if you don’t talk to me, Shuuhei.”

“I’m afraid of your dad.” He muttered.

I let out a little giggle, “Everyone is.”

“With good reason!” He all but yelled, “He’s Zaraki Kenpatchi! The ruthless, blood thirsty, battle crazed captain of squad 11. On top of that, I’m kinda feeling up his daughter, in her room. I’m not in a good position.”

“I’d say you’re in a pretty good position if you ask me.” I smirked, linking my hands behind his head, “Believe it or not, my dad actually likes you.”

“What?” He asked.

I nodded, “He likes you. Thinks you’re a good guy. Has no problem with you dating me. He’s not going to kill you, unless you somehow hurt me so bad that I can’t kill you and have to go crying to him.”

“You really think I would hurt you?” He all but snarled.

“No.” I told him, smirk still pulling at my lips, “But that’s also part of the reason he’s not worried. You won’t hurt me. And if you do, I’m more than capable of taking care of it by myself.”

He let out a half scoff, half sigh at my words.

“The fact you’re still concerned about him trying to kill you is what amazes me.” I told him, kissing his forehead lightly.

“I can’t help it.” He told me, “You’re his daughter. You’re his most prized possession and he’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

“I’m a big girl Shuuhei.” I told him, “He doesn’t worry too much about me anymore.”

“God, are you beautiful.” He sighed, pressing our foreheads together.

“What are you talking about, sexy?” I teased.

“If I could show you what I see when I look at you.”

“A blob of white?” I asked pulling back to look at him seriously.

His smirk fell for a second as he lunged forward and tackled me down below him kissing all over my face as I laughed and squealed lightly when he started tickling my sides.

“Shuuhei!” I squealed louder than I wanted to when he started tickling my stomach.

“I’m not stopping!” He laughed down at me.

“Please no!” I laughed almost to the point of crying as I tried to cover my stomach from his assault.

“You have to say something if you want me to stop, Shiai-chan.” He sang.

“I love you!” I sputtered out.

His hands recoiled instantly and he was laying on his stomach next to me as I calmed down.

I wiped some tears that appeared at the corners of my eyes away before looking at him, still with my stomach quivering and a smile on my lips.

“I love you too.” He smiled and kissed my nose.

I scrunched up my nose when he did that and grinned like and idiot.


Obscuring The Heart(Part 11)


Hiccup, Astrid and I all entered the great hall to be met with a load of screaming and yelling in concern and anger over the fact that Stoik was no longer here. It wasn’t much of a surprise to me that the twins where there just trying to cause more havoc in the chaos.

“There you are.” Gobber said as he pushed through the crowd to the back and grabbed Hiccup and me, “You two are the acting chiefs,” He told us, “Your people need you.”

“Um..” Hiccup trailed off trying to find words, but was downed out by the crowd.

“Enough!” I boomed, my voice reverberating off the high walls, “I understand all of your concerns, but I assure you everything is fine. There is no need to panic. Stoik will return to us safely, and we will not be under threat of the Berzerkers.”

“How can we trust and Outcast!” Someone in the crowd shouted.

“That’s right! She could be working with Alvin or Dagur to get us to lower our guards!” Another shouted.

They all let out a cry of anger, aimed at me this time. I wanted to yell at them that I wasn’t, I wanted to point out the amount of times I had saved this village, I wanted to set my case. But I knew that whatever I said was going to fall on deaf ears, they didn’t want me leading them. They might never want me leading them again.

“That’s enough!” Astrid called gaining everyone’s attention, “Sigrid the Siren Haddock would be the last person on this island to form and alliance with Dagur the Deranged who is currently in control of the Outcasts! I don’t think I need to remind everyone of how they fought and nearly killed each other each and every year the treaty needed to be signed. It doesn’t matter if she was born an Outcast, she was raised here on Berk with us. This is where her loyalties lay. And if all of you are too pigheaded to see that, you have no right to be concerned for Stoik. Go back to your huts and wait until we get him back, that’s all your entitled to.”

Everyone was silent and staring at Astrid, especially myself.

“What?” She asked with a shrug as she met my eye, “I might not like you as a person, Sigrid, but at the very least, and if nothing more, I respect you as a warrior. And just because you found out the truth of who you are changed, doesn’t change what you’ve done for us and the village.”

I felt my mouth close and a small smile spread across my lips, “Thank you.” I said to her softly.

“My sister is correct with what she says.” Hiccup called, gaining everyone’s attention, “Whether you want to believe in her not is not my concern, but we will bring our father back. So you have nothing to worry about, please just remain calm until he returns.”

As I looked around the room I saw no one in the crowd could meet my eye. Astrid’s words had hit home. They were ashamed, and they were remembering some of the acts I had done to save the village and its people along with the wild and violent fights Dagur and I have had.

Hiccup pulled me by my hand and we left the great hall, heading straight for home. We had to figure out what to do.

I sighed as I sat in my chair at the table as Hiccup looked over dad’s ax.

“They were friends you know.” Gobber said coming through the door.

Both Hiccup and I looked up at the blonde man.

“Who?” We asked at the same time.

“Stoik and Alvin.” He told us as he pulled a fish out of the pot over the fire and threw it at Toothless, “They were inseparable since they were born. Grew up together, almost like brothers.”

“What happened to them?” Hiccup asked.

“They grew up,” He started, “Stoik became chief and it seemed to be all down hill from there.”

“Gobber?” I asked, my voice hardly more than a squeak, “Where you there the night I washed up on shore?”

“Aye, that I was lass.” He told me.

“Did Stoik know I was Alvin’s daughter and that’s why he took me in?” I almost whispered the last part, but I needed to know.

“He didn’t know right away who’s you were.” He told me, “After a once over of that necklace you had with you, he knew. To be honest with you lass, some of us wanted to put you back in the boat and send you right off again, but Stoik wasn’t having any of it. I think the reason he kept you was because he felt bad for banishing Alvin. But don’t think for a second that he didn’t love you. He raised you like his own because he wanted you to be his own. He was hard on you because he wanted you to be the best you could be.”

I ran a hand over my hair, running my fingers through the braids that weren’t tied back. This made things so much harder.

“Hiccup!” I heard Fishlegs scream and I got to my feet, “Sigrid!” He burst through the door huffing and puffing, “Island! Screaming! Coming!”

“Slow down, Fishlegs.” Hiccup assured the blonde, “What happened?”

After taking a deep breath, Fishlegs replied, “Meatlug and I were on patrol, we saw the Screaming Death eating some rocks. It was just past Dragon Island when we saw it, and it’s making its way here.”

We all rushed outside to make sure it wasn’t already upon us.

“How much longer to you think we have?” I asked him.

“Not long.” The husky boy replied.

“Hiccup!” Astrid yelled and ran up to us with a piece of parchment wrapped around an arrow in her hand, “This is from Dagur.”

She handed it to him and Hiccup read it.

“What does it say?” I asked my brother.

“It says we have until tonight to deliver Toothless or, our father will be…” He crumpled up the paper and tossed it to the side. He didn’t have to continue for us to know what he meant.

“What are you thinking?” I asked him, knowing that look.

“Astrid, you and Fishlegs round up Snotlout and twins. Prepare for the Screaming Death. Sigrid, I need you with me for a bit, once we’re done you’re with them preparing.” he told me.

We all nodded. The blondes took off to round up the others. Hiccup and I mounted our dragons and I followed him to the arena where Alvin was being held.

We got off and Hiccup opened the door keeping Alvin in.

“Well this is a dilemma.” The taller man said as he stepped out, “Should I stay, should I go?”

“Both.” Hiccup told him, “You are going to help me get our father back.” He told him, “You are going to show Toothless and I a way into Outcast Island where we can then save him.”

“You finally did come around.” He smirked, “But what if I’ll only show my daughter.”

“I’ll never see you again.” I warned, the smirk from his face dropped, “If you don’t show Hiccup in and help him save Stoik, you will never see me again,” I paused before adding, “Alvin.”

His face looked utterly defeated as I refered to him by his name, rather than calling him my father.

“Fine.” He relented bitterly before adding, “But when this is all over, you and I need to sit down for a heart to heart missy.”

“When everything is said and done.” I told him.

“Alright.” He said and nodded at Hiccup, “I’ll take you in.”

“You two be safe.” I told them, glancing between them, “We don’t know what Dagur has up his sleeve.”

“You be safe here too.” Hiccup told me and rested a hand on my shoulder, “You might just be facing something scarier than Dagur.”

I smirked at him, “Dagur isn’t scary, he’s an overgrown toddler that explodes when he doesn’t get his way.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup said sarcastically, “The only difference is that this toddler can hold his own with you in a life or death fight.”

“That’s why I’m telling you to be safe!” I told him as I mounted Shadowsplinter and flew out of the arena heading for the forge.

What If It Were Real?(Part 22)


I spun the scythe over my head, it created s small whirlwind as I spun it. I then brought it down and sliced a large tree clean in two. The handle fit well in my hand, easy to grasp with one hand, it was now shortened to be just a couple of inches shorted then I am making it easy for me to manipulate it and make it an extension of myself. The blade was shortened to three fourths a meter, much easier for me to be able keep an eye on and control. The the little bit of overhang of the handle that extended past the blade was a small ball with razor sharp spikes. On the other end of the handle was a coil of metal, resembling that of a snakes tail. Within that lay a retractable blade, easy for surprising an enemy.

I spun it from one hand to the other, stopping periodically to slash and guard. It was perfect.

“How much do I owe you?” I asked looking over at Elies.

“For you, nothing at all. I’m keeping the sea prism stone that I took away from your scythe though.” He told me.

“Sounds like a fair trade.” I said and looked over the blade again. The edge was better than before. He really did know his stuff.

“Also!” Elies yelled at me and tossed something towards me, I grabbed it with one hand. It was a holster like what I was wearing but with added leather bands and a larger scabbard for my scythe, “So it’s easier to carry.”

“Thank you.” I said and smiled at him, he grinned back.

“You really do know your people, Mykhayla.” I said to the cat, curled up napping on the soft grass.

“Mykitty knows.” She said sleepily.

“Then let’s hurry up and go before captain buys all the metal on this island.” Killer told us.

Killer’s pov.

“There is no way he doesn’t.”

“Are you kidding? She’s fallen way worse that he has!”

“Keep your voice down.”

“What’s going on in here?” I asked looking over three lower crewmen huddled together whispering to one another.

“Nothing sir!” They all yell and take off to different directions.

Who the hell where they talking about? I know It hasn’t been made completely obvious that Torri and I are together yet, but it’s genuinely not awkward between us so why would they be saying anything about it?

Unless they aren’t talking about us. But who then? Well, who’s the only other female on this ship? And who else?

“I just don’t see if it’s possible for him not to like her.” I heard whispering, this time I just listened in.

“He obviously likes her. Why else would he get her that dress? It’s the issue of her not liking him.”

That’s who they were talking about.

“How can she not like him?”

“He yells at her all the time. Restrains her from doing things. If a complete ass a lot of the time.”

“Hey don’t let him hear you.”

“But he has to like her.”

“I don’t doubt it, but still.”

I wondered to myself if Kidd really did like Mykhayla. I guess there is one way to find out.

I walked down into the hall the housed the rooms for everyone on board. I walked down to the end of the hall, and instead of turning right like I normally would, I knocked on the door to my left.

My captain told me to come in, and I entered.

“Hey.” I said and closed the door behind me.

“Hey.” he said to me, “What’s up?”

“I got a question for you.” I told him.

He nodded, telling me to proceed.

“I might be overstepping a boundary here, but I gotta know. Do you like Mykhayla?” I knew he was probably going to snap at me and curse me out and send me to do some punishment, but I had to know.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled, “What the hell makes you think that I like that stupid blonde! I hate her guts! I hate everything about her!”

“Like what?” I probed.

“I hate those stupid freckles on her face!And how blue her eyes are! And how much her tail swishes when she’s happy! I hate those stupid t shirts that she wears all the time! I hate she spends all her time either with Heat or the Witch! I hate her smile! I hate how she makes my face feel hot! I hate how I can never bring myself to hit her even though I don’t care what the witch says! I hate that she hasn’t talked to me since I gave her that fruit! I hate everything about her!”

“Are you sure captain?” When I asked I couldn’t stop the smirk that was pulling at my lips, but I was glad I always the mask.

“What else would it be?!” He demanded.

“Could it possibly be love?” I asked boldly.

He gave a harsh guttural laugh, “How would you even go about describing love, Killer?”

“I know the definition quiet well captain.” I told him, “But I suppose that for your sake I’ll frase it like this; love is when you don’t want to punch a person, you want the person that makes that person cry.”

“Get out.” Kidd ordered lowly.

I did as I was told without saying a word. I knew the truth about my captain, now I just needed the help of a certain witch to find out about Mykhayla.

“What are you talking about?” I asked the blonde as he stood in my kitchen.

“Oh come on, Torri.” He said, I could hear the smirk on his face, “You were just as oblivious as she was before we were together.”

“I knew about my feelings.” I corrected him, not looking up from the sauce I was making, “But I never wanted to make them known because I didn’t know how you felt about me.”

“I made it pretty obvious.” He told me.

“No, no you did not.” I told him.

I heard him sigh deeply before refrasing what he had said.

“Do you think Mykhayla has romantic feelings for anyone on this ship?” He asked.

“Yes.” I told him.

“And who do you think it is?” He asked.

“Whether she wants to admit it or not, I’m 99% sure that she does like Kidd, at least to some degree.”

“Then how about we get them together, like Mykhayla tried to do with you and me.” He suggested.

“Have you gotten a for sure that Kidd likes Mykhayla?” I asked him.

He nodded, “I know for sure that he does. He just doesn’t want to admit to it.”

“Okay.” I relented, “But you can’t question my methods with this.”

“Oh come on.” Killer smiled, “What could be better than setting the two of them up on a romantic picnic in the moonlight?”

“Promise?” I asked him.

He nodded, “Promise.”

“Good.” I smiled, “Here’s what I need you to do.”

“Wait no, but my cookies!” Mykhayla whined as I dragged her down the halls of the ship.

“Mykhayla, you didn’t have any cookies to begin with.” I pointed out.

“Uh, yeah I did. They’re in my tummy now!” She cried.

“Then don’t complain, you ate them.” I told her.

“But, but-

“No buts!” I snapped.

“Where are you taking me, you heartless kidnapper!” She demanded overdramatically.

“To see our captain.” I told her.

She laughed, “Why do I wanna see my captain?”

“You’ll see.” I told her.

“See what?” She asked.

“This.” I said and opened the door to reveal Kidd tied to a chair in his room yelling at Killer for doing this.

Killer was standing next to the captain with his arms crossed, looking non too amused either as we walked in. At least his expression had improved since I first told him about my plan.

To my surprise Mykhayla didn’t say anything as I pulled her into the room and closed the door.

“So I have a question for both of you.” I said looking between the blonde and the red head. They both stared at me like I was an idiot.

“Do you guys like each other?”

“When I get out of here witch your head is mine.” Kidd growled.

“I’m sorry could you repeat the question?” Mykhayla asked me.

“Do you like Kidd?” I asked the blonde, slower this time.

“Uh, what are we talking about here?” She asked.

“Mykhayla, you know exactly what I’m talking about.” I snapped and crossed my arms.

She gave a nervous laugh, “What way are we thinking about this?” She asked.

All the while Kidd was cursing me out.

“Romantically.” I told her.

“Romantically?” She asked, “You’re kidding right?”

“You know I’m not.”

“Sure, you bust out all the good jokes.”

“Yeah, like no cookies or cakes for a month if you don’t answer my question directly.” I threatened.

“Now, what is your definition of the word, directly?”

“In this case, yes or no, nothing else.”

“Maybe.” She said looking sideways at everything that wasn’t a person.

“That’s not an acceptable answer.” I told her.

“Not romantically?”

“Still not an answer.” I told her.

“Well, it was a no, right?”

“Yes or no?” I reiterated.

“Why doesn’t he answer this question, I haven’t heard anything out of him.” Mykhayla gestured towards Kidd.

“Funny, considering he’s been doing nothing but curse me out since we got in here.” I half laughed.

Mykhayla laughed, “So funny, cause I haven’t heard a thing.”

“Mykhayla.” I growled, almost inhumanly at her, “Yes or no? Do you have romantic feeling for Kidd?”

“No.” She said and held up her fingers to signal a little bit.

“Is that supposed to be a little bit?” I asked her, the smirk on my lips growing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” She said, still not looking anyone in the eye, “I said nothing.”

“But your fingers showed me the truth.” I teased, “Do you like Kidd, at least a little?”

“Could be debated on his mood.” She said looking the other way.

“What about when he’s in a good mood?” I asked.

“Possibly.” She dragged on.

“Yes or no, Mykhayla.” I told her.

“Why am I the only one getting grilled about this question?” She retorted.

“Because out of the two of you, you are the only one who is adept enough to understand your own feelings and there for be able to say yes I do like this person instead of just cursing a person out and yelling.”

“Well I can’t say that I’m not a little bit more confused about the situation.” She told me.

“Kidd!” I called through all his cursing, causing him to stop, “Do you like Mykhayla?”

“How many times do I have to say it!?” He screamed, “No! I don’t like her! I hate her! I hate everything about her! Those stupid freckles on her face! And how blue her eyes are! And how much her tail swishes when she’s happy! I hate those stupid t shirts that she wears all the time! I hate she spends all her time either with Heat or you! I hate her smile! I hate how she makes my face feel hot! I hate how I can never bring myself to hit her even though I don’t care what you say! I hate that she hasn’t talked to me since I gave that fruit!” He huffed having finished his rant, “Now, let me out of here.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of negatives.” Mykhayla said.

“I think someone likes you.” I said and nudged the blonde.

“Ooohh!” Mykhayla exclaimed, finally understanding what we have been trying to do, “Huh, no wonder why I’ve felt bad for not talking to him for the past couple days.”

“So do you like Kidd?” I asked one last time.

“Yes.” Mykhayla said, trying to cover it up with a cough.

“Kidd?” I asked the red head, “Do you like Mykhayla?”

“Shut up witch.” He growled, his facing growing to be the same colour as his hair.

“Oh, it’s so cute!” Mykhayla half exclaimed.

“So you both like each other.” I said looking between the two of them, “What’s stopping the two of you from being together?”

“I’m dense.” She said and coughed.

“I’m kinda tied up.” Kidd told me.

“Mykhayla untie your boyfriend. Killer, let’s get out of here before he kills us.” I said to both of the blondes.

“Right behind you.” Killer said as we opened the door and left the room quickly.

You Gotta Have Nerve(A Samon Gokuu One Shot)


“Kitsuna.” The harsh voice of Building 13’s supervisor called out to the orange haired girl as she was walking down one of the halls making her rounds. She looked over her shoulder at the taller man, her red eyes boring into him and holding no emotion.

“Good morning, Supervisor.” She said coldly, yet respectfully. She didn’t hold much respect for authority despite her background, but Hajime Sugoroku was the kind of man who commanded respect and gave it to those who deserve it, forcing the girl to see him as an equal.

“What may I do for you?” She asked.

“I need you to run these over to building 5 for me, the stupid monkey needs them.” He growled at the thought of Building 5’s supervisor while offering a stack of papers.

“Is no one else available to do it?” She asked, while many others would get a thorough tongue lashing from Hajime for asking such a question the two had a mutual understanding and respect for one another along with a healthy fear. Kitsuna had only transferred to Nanba that year but she commanded respect from everyone she came in contact with.

“Unfortunately not.” He said with a sigh, “Seitarou is busy with paperwork, and Yamato…”

“I understand.” She cut him off when he began to trail.

“You’re the only other person I trust.” He told her as the red eyed girl took the papers from him.

“I appreciate the fact that even though we haven’t known each other very long, Hajime, that you trust me.” She looked up at her supervisor, “But I must also say that I’m not particularly fond of going to Building 5 myself. I always get an uneasiness there.”

“Samon has a way of doing that to people sometimes.” He assured the girl, who then shook her head.

“It’s not from the monkey that I get the unease, sir, it’s something far more sinister.” She told him, “But regardless of that I will take these.”

Hajime nodded, “Trust your gut though.” He warned, “I’m sure you know the story of Building 5 like the rest of us.”

“Sometimes more than I care to admit.” She said and turned from her supervisor to carry out the mission she was assigned.

Reaching Building 5 Kitsuna made a B line towards the Supervisor office. She hoped that she could just give the papers to Samon and be on her way, but when she opened the door after knocking on it she was met with only the vice supervisor, the one who most of her unease stemmed from, Inori Hakkai.

“Well, well, well,” He sneered looking the orange haired girl up and down, “What brings you here, foxy?”

“I have papers for Supervisor Samon.” She bit back, making the larger man wince slightly.

“Well he’s not here.” He told her, “But you can leave them with me if you like.” sending her a devilish grin.

“Where is Supervisor Samon now.” Kitsuna demanded.

Inori gave a gruff laugh, “Do you not trust me foxy?” He asked.

The girl’s red eyes glaring daggers into his flesh was the only response.

“The training yard.” He said shortly, caving under her deadly stare.

Kitsuna still said nothing as she left the office and made her way to the training area. She arrived and saw that Samon was sparring with inmate 02. Not wanting to interrupt them, the red head stood under the cover surrounding the training area until they were finished. She couldn’t help but admire the Supervisor and the way he was trying to rehabilitate the inmates and train those with determination and talent. It reminded her so much of her own past and what someone similar had done for her.

“Are you waiting on Supervisor Samon-san?” A voice called out.

Kitsuna’s red eyes shot from the sparring match to the short, pale boy who had just called out to her. Inmate number 58.

“With a glare like that I’m surprised people you look at are even still alive.” He smirked.

She only narrowed her eyes more at the boy for saying that.

He put his arms in a sign of defeat and Kitsuna’s glare lightened up a bit.

“He and Liang had only just started.” He told her, “I just thought it was something you should know. Those easily could be left with Inori-san.”

“These are important documents.” She told him slowly, watching carefully as he tried not to flinch too much at her harsh voice, “I’d rather not leave them with the vice-supervisor.”

“You just don’t trust him, do you?” He asked as he looked over to where the two men were training.

“My gut has never lead me wrong before now,” She relented, seeing as they would be there for at least a little while, “I’m not about to start doubting it.”

“Many others would.” He told her.

“Don’t try to act old and wise with me kid, you aren’t cool.” Kitsuna bit at the boy who flinched again at her words.

“Good training.” Samon said to Liang as their training for the day was finished.

“Supervisor,” Kitsuna called out as she approached him, he looked over at her.

“Are those the papers that Hajime were going to send over?” He asked as the red head approached.

She nodded and offered them to him, “I didn’t want to interrupt you when you were training otherwise I would have brought them to you sooner.”

“You could have left them Inori in the office you know.” He told her as he started walking in said direction, Kitsuna beside him, “Wait, was he even there or was he goofing off again!?”

“He was present in the office when I went there.” She informed the Supervisor, “But I was under instructions to bring them to you and no one else.”

“Well if nothing else I admire you’re determination.” Samon said as he opened the door to the office, “Damn it, he isn’t here.” He growled before sighing, “You can place them on my desk there.” He motioned to the desk on the other side of the room.

The red eyes girl did as she told and set them down.

“Do you need to be off in a hurry or can you stick around a bit?” The monkey asked and opened up a freezer that they had in the office.

“I’m sure I can spare a few minutes,” She informed, “Is there something you need of me?”

“No,” The monkey said plainly as he closed the freezer and offered the girl a pink popsicle, “I just kinda wanted to talk to you.” He said quietly, “And it’s pretty hot outside, you should take a minute to cool off.”

“Thank you.” Kitsuna said softly and accepted the frozen treat offered to her. After unwrapping it she licked at it, finding out it was cherry flavoured.

“So what did you wish to talk about?” She asked.

“How are you liking your time here?” He asked and sat down behind his desk.

She shrugged, “The cell block keeps me on my toes, that’s for sure.”

“The gorilla always says there isn’t any issue there.” He accused.

“What they do is irksome and annoying,” She assured, “But it’s never troublesome.”

“At least not to the point Hajime would report it.” He said.

“Would report a cell having an off key singing contest, or an inmate spilling water on another inmate?” She countered, “Annoying, but not troublesome.”

“You seem to be adjusting fairly well them.” He observed, “Not a lot of women can. You got nerve.”

“I got a lot more than that.” Kitsuna smirked as she finished off her popsicle, “It’s why I’m still here.”

“I’m sure your boyfriend probably finds it endearing.” Samon noted.

“I’m sure he would if I had one.” Kitsuna told the monkey as she threw her garbage away, “I appreciate the break and the popsicle.” She told him, “Thank you. But I’m sure by now my Supervisor is wondering where I am. So if there is nothing else, I would like to take me leave.”

“Wait!” Samon called out before the red head could reach the door, she turned back to look at him. Her crimson eyes boring into his apple green ones.

“Do you like Korean Barbecue?” He asked nervously.

Kitsuna smiled gently before replying.

“You will not believe who I saw together at the new Korean Barbecue house in Akihabara!” Kiji exclaimed as he, Honey and Trois came into the game’s room in building 13 where Jyugo, Uno, Nico, Rock, Hajime, Kitsuna, Liang, Upa, and Samon all were.

Samon’s face got red at his words.

“Why the hell should we care who the hell was where you stupid pheasant!” Hajime growled to him.

“How rude Hajime!” Kiji pouted, rather loudly, “But I think your opinion will change when I tell you it was in Samon and Kitsuna!”

“What the hell were you even doing there!? And the why the hell is this even any of your business!?” Samon yelled at the man.

Kiji only laughed at his outburst.

“So what?” Hajime growled, interjecting between the two men, “Coworkers are allowed to go out for dinner together after work. It’s not the end of the world.”

“That’s what Kenshirou said to me last night!” Kiji all but screamed, “But then I saw them leave together holding hands!”

“You stupid bird! Shut up!” Samon yelled, to no avail.

“And then I, of course being curious, followed the two to make sure they were okay. Then I saw Monkey here walk her to her door and give her a kiss goodnight! They are so a couple! Look how red his face is right now!” Kiji reported rather smugly.

“Kitsuna.” Hajime said sternly to the red head next to him, “You know coworker relationships are forbidden, it’s in the handbook.”

“Correction,” Kitsuna told him as she walked over to where Samon and Kiji stood, “Two guards are free to engage in any relationship they see fit as long as the two are not stationed in the same building. If you wish to quote me on that, I believe it’s chapter 12, section 5 in the handbook or there about.”

She then turned her attention to the makeup clad man in front of her, “Kiji, stalking coworkers home is an invasion of privacy as stated in chapter 15, section 6, subsection 4. I will let you off with a warning this time but if something like is to occur again I will launch a formal complaint to the Warden and she will decide what to do with you then.”

Kiji’s face was drained of colour and sweat was all but pouring down his forehead as he heard how cold and serious she sounded when she spoke. It send a cold shiver down his spine and if he didn’t know any better he would say she was about to pounce on him and take a chunk out of his chest or something with how her teeth were bared.

“And as for you,” She said slowly as she turned towards Samon who was ridged with fear and embarrassment. Suddenly she lunged forward, wrapping one arm around Samon’s neck sending his shoulder into her chest as she was a couple of inches taller than him. With the same arm that was around his neck, she reached up and pulled his hat off his head and used it to cover their faces from the crowd of people who were gawking as she placed a gentile kiss on his nose.

“You need to stop being so embarrassed.” She told him and straightened out, placing his hat back on his head, “You’re a gown man, not a child in grade school.”

“With your permission, Supervisor,” Kitsuna said to Hajime, “I’ll take my rounds now.”

Hajime only nodded after rolling his eyes.

“Woman, you’ve got nerve.” Samon called to Kitsuna just before she left.

She paused and looked over her shoulder, “You like that about me.” she said and left leaving the inmates to laugh about the situation, Hajime to groan about it, Kiji to get an earful from Hajime about it, and Samon to stand there grinning like an idiot.

He loved the nerve and the lack of fear she had. It’s what drew him to her after all.