Supervisor Samon Gokuu entered the guard break room for his lunch break with a sigh that quickly disappeared when his apple green eyes landed on a certain red head sitting alone eating.
“Hey.” He said coolly as he approached her table.
“Hi.” She managed out through the bento that she had stuffed in her mouth.
“I’m glad I caught you here.” Samon said and took a seat across from the girl.
“What’s up?” She asked after swallowing.
“I got two tickets for that new horror movie you wanted to see.” He smirked, unwrapping his own lunch.
“No way!” Kitsuna exclaimed staring at the monkey man in awe, “They’ve been sold out since the early access date a month ago! How’d you get ’em?”
“I have my ways.” Samon smirked, “Anyway, how about I pick you up to go see it at 6 tomorrow. Then we can grab dinner before hand.”
Kitsuna’s excited face soon broke into one of disappointment, apology and regret.
“I want to.” She told the monkey, “I really want to. But I’m scheduled on the night shift tomorrow.”
“You’re kidding?” Samon dead panned, “Does Hajime not understand the meaning of the word break?”
“He does and he already covered for me twice before.” Kitsuna admitted to the green eyed man, “He asked me to take this shift. I’m really sorry, Samon. I would love to go see it with you.”
Samon only sighed, “It’s fine, at least we can have lunch together now right?”
Just as Kitsuna was about to agree her radio went off.
“Kitsuna we got a code yellow over here.” Hajime’s voice called through the speaker.
“What’s up?” She called into the hand held.
“Yamato triggered one of the new traps in B building, sector 7. I know you’re on lunch right now, but no one else knows how to shut it off and get him out.”
Kitsuna sighed before replying, “I’m on my way.”
She stood up, closing her lunch kit.
“I’m sorry, Samon.” She said apologetically to the man, “I’ll make it up to you, but duty calls.”
Samon said nothing as he watched the girl go with a pout on his lips. He knew better than anyone what their duty as guards at Nanba entailed and that their relationship together was something that would always come second, even third. But he missed her.
He honestly missed her. The two could hardly get a shift that lined up, let alone a night together in over a month. He just wanted to be able to talk her, uninterrupted, for just 10 minutes. That’s all he wanted.
Kitsuna walked into Building 5 with a report for the supervisor. She knocked once on the door before entering.
“Hi there foxy.” Inori called to the red head as she walked in.
She bit back rolling her eyes as she asked, “Where’s Samon?”
“Who knows?” He asked the girl, “Why don’t you wait for him to come back, I know you’ll never let me see that report.”
“From what I’ve heard, you don’t even know what to do if I handed you this report.” Kitsuna bit back.
“That’s not nice, foxy.” Inori said, faking his hurt, “Why don’t you apologize?”
“Why don’t you go jerk off to those girly magazines you’re always reading.” She hissed, turning to go.
“I wouldn’t mind if you were in these pages, foxy.” Inori called as the door opened, “I bet you’re hiding the best body under that stiff uniform.”
“INORI!” Samon growled out at such an intensity Kitsuna took a step back in surprise as the door flew open.
“S-Samon!” Inori shrieked in surprise, “I-I was just-just.”
“Just making unwanted sexual advances, not only to a fellow officer, but your superior officer’s girlfriend.” Samon growled as he stalked forward towards the desk Inori was sitting at, “You better hope the warden doesn’t catch wind of this.”
“I’m just gonna leave this here.” Kitsuna mumbled, not wanting to interrupt the seething man as she placed the report on his desk and backed out slowly.
“No, Samon! It’s not like that I swear!” Inori tried to defend himself as the door closed.
“You weren’t even working while I was gone!” Samon yelled and lunged at the larger man.
Kitsuna heard Inori’s cries of pain as she walked.
“Yo, Kitsuna-san.” Kokoriki said as he approached.
“I would not go in there if I were you.” She told the pink haired man as she walked past, hurrying back to her building.
“Why do you always keep it back so tight?” Mitsuru asked the red haired girl as she was eating her lunch, “You would look so much better if it were down.”
A blood vessel in Samon’s forehead almost burst hearing the wolf’s words to the fox.
Kitsuna shrugged, “I can’t usually focus when my hair’s in my face. And if it gets stuck when I’m working on a trap it can turn ugly real fast.”
“With a face like yours it’s impossible to think of it turning ugly.” Mitsuru said leaning in closer and sticking his tongue out.
Kitsuna looked at him funny out of the corner of her eye before going back to her bento.
“Say, I’m sure I can convince Hajime to get you a day off. What do you say about going to the amusement park with me?” Mitsuru offered.
“I’m good, but thanks.” Kitsuna muttered.
“Oh, come on. You’re just the kind of person who would go after an adrenaline rush like that.” Mitsuru looked disgruntled by the rejection, “What about hiking some of trails around Tokyo? I know you’re outdoorsy!”
“The girl said no, so back the fuck off Mitsuru!” Samon yelled at the wolf.
“I’m just trying to hang out with her, Samon.” Mitsuru smirked leaning closer to the girl in question.
“Get any closer and you will not like the outcome!” Samon growled.
“Oh-ho, so the monkey is possessive of his fox. Do you not trust her, Samon?” Mitsuru grinned.
“That has nothing to do with it!” Samon yelled at the darker man, “Now leave her alone!”
“Samon, it’s fine.” Kitsuna called softly to the fuming monkey, “We all know how Mitsuru gets. Though if he continues things will turn ugly.” She eyed the wolf out of the corner of her eye as she said that.
“It’s not fine!” Samon yelled at the red head.
“Don’t yell at me.” Kitsuna hissed to the green eyed man.
Samon completely ignored her and continued, “Hajime’s been working you to the bone to the point I hardly ever see you! I can’t get a lunch break with you to even calm down, especially after what Inori tried to pull the other day with you! And now when it seems like we can finally catch up, I’m forced to watch a loud mouth wolf make advances to MY girlfriend who then insists it’s fine! It’s not fine, Kitsuna! Non of this is fine! Have you ever thought how I felt through all this!?”
Kitsuna stood up to be more eye level with the man.
“You know as well as I do what happens between you and me comes second in this building.” She growled, almost inhumanly, “Emotions have no place in our job, Supervisor. And I’m sorry, but I’m the only one in Building 13 right now who has any knowledge about traps, all of which I’m trying to work the kinks out of now so I can have some more free time later to spend with you! I figured you could keep yourself busy for a month while I worked my tail off to try to get the days I want off so we could go back and see your family like you wanted! I have thought about you, that’s why it’s all getting done now. And as for, Inori? I’m not easily embarrassed. I’m fine with whatever rude, vulgar, sexist things come out of anyone’s mouth as long as they keep their hands to themselves. Guess what the boar does.”
And without saying another word Kitsuna stormed out of the break room back to her post in Building 13, ready to put her, now unleashed, anger to some good use perfecting the traps that she just implemented. Leaving the monkey to just stand there and stare at the spot she hat stood when she chewed him out.
He could and couldn’t believe what she had just said to him.
“I’m sorry, since when was this any of your business?” Kitsuna sneered to the heavily make-uped man standing before her.
“It isn’t.” Kiji sighed in admittance, “But Samon has been less than stellar after the altercation you two had. I don’t care too much for the monkey myself, but I prefer to see him happy and bouncing around versus the sad and down hearted one we now have.”
“He was the one who was jealous the other day, not me.” Kitsuna bit, “Why should I be the one to talk to him about it.”
“It’s called being the bigger person, Kitsuna-chan, something I’m sure you’re used to in the relationship.” Kiji grinned for a moment before it was wiped off his face by the glare Kitsuna sent his way, “You are dense when it comes to romance, aren’t you?”
“I am about 3 seconds away from breaking my pledge to pacifism, what the hell do you mean?” Kitsuna demanded.
“Communication.” Kiji said simply, “There hasn’t been a lot of that recently between you and Samon, I can see it. The best thing in a relationship is too communicate with your partner. Samon’s still shocked over the fact of what you were doing was for him, and is ashamed of how he reacted. He’s not ready to face you yet, which is exactly what you two need to do. And since he’s not ready, you need to be.”
Kitsuna looked away from the pheasant man and sighed. She was never good with expressing her feelings and she knew it. Perhaps she had also reacted harshly during the altercation. She decided to move past it and talk to Samon, see if they could work whatever was wrong out. After all, she knew she cared deeply for him.
“By the way, are you really a pacifist?” Kiji asked the red head, “I never thought of you like that.”
“Appearances are deceiving.” Kitsuna said and walked off.
Using the spare key she had been given she entered the small apartment and took off her shoes in the front foyer, closing the door behind her.
She went down the short hall in search of her monkey. She found him layed out on the couch in the living room staring at a black tv.
“Hey.” She called, startling the man the man on the couch so he fell off.
“You okay?” She asked as she stepped forward to peer over the couch and look at him.
“Fine!” Samon all but shouted nervously as he shot up, “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to talk.” Kitsuna started simply.
“Alright, then.” Samon said calmly and gestured to the other end of the couch from where he sat down.
Kitsuna went around the long way and sat on the other end, taking her guard cap off and putting it on the coffee table. She looked over at the red headed male opposite her. While she had only just gotten off her shift, Samon had been off for a couple of hours now. He was clad in just a pair of grey sweatpants that were too big for him, Kitsuna was certain that they were a pair of hers she had left here before. He had no shirt on so she had a clear view of his sculpted chest, abdomen, arms and the tattoos that littered them all.
“I’m going to start by apologizing, I’m not very good at sitting down and talking about things that bother me.” The red eyed girl started.
“I know.” Samon said gently, “I’m not that great either.”
“I know we haven’t seen a lot of each other recently, and I’m sorry about that. It’s my fault.” Kitsuna admitted, “I took on a lot of responsibilities at my building, and they all took up way too much time of mine.”
“It’s fine.” Samon uttered, “Work comes first. And I know that you’ve been redoing all the traps in Building 13 because some of them were…”
“Stupid? Redundant? Not at all traps or were in no way an obsticle that would hinder an attempted break out?” Kitsuna offered.
“Something like that.” Samon muttered to himself scratching the back of his head, “And I’m sorry about what I did and said in the break room with Mitsuru, and startling you when I came in the office with the whole Inori fiasco, and raising my voice at you.”
“It’s alright.” Kitsuna forgave, “You have your reasons for doing all of that, just as I did mine. Neither where good expressions.”
“We both messed up. So I guess, we’re both sorry.” Samon shrugged.
“I am.” She nodded.
“So am I.” He fidgeted, “By the way?”
Kitsuna hummed letting him know to go on.
“Did you mean what you said about taking on all the days now so you could have time off to go meet my family?” He asked her unsure, not looking her in the eye out of embarrassment.
Kitsuna nodded, “You said you wanted to go and see them for Chinese New Year, and you really wanted me to come and meet them. I figured with the holiday coming up in the next few weeks I should work as much as I can now so I can get the time off later. I didn’t mean for it to hurt you.”
“That makes me feel even worse.” Samon growled and rubbed his eyes, “You’re doing all this for me and I haven’t even made the effort to be interested in your family!”
“You’ve met my sister.” Kitsuna pointed out.
“Yeah, but what about your parents? Grandparents? Cousins? Aunts? Uncles?” He asked.
“You know about my ‘parents’.” The red eyed girl told him, to which the green eyed man nodded, “As for extended family, if I have them I never met them. Momo-nee-chan’s all I got. So that’s all you gotta worry about.”
“I feel even stupider about that.” Samon muttered.
“We’ve both been stupid.” Kitsuna pointed out.
“You’re right.” Samon sighed, “Wanna cuddle to make up for it?”
“I thought you would never ask.”