No flirting!(Samon Gokuu One-shot)

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Kitsuna bit her tongue to hold back an eye roll as Inori continued with his comments.

How did she get to be here again? She asked herself, oh yeah. Hajime was way too concerned with cell 13 escaping again that she got stuck bringing these papers to building 5 so Samon didn’t have a spas about them being late.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like visiting the building and getting a chance to see her boyfriend. His second in command just made some really stupid remarks to her. And, for some reason, he decided that today would be the day that he unloads all of them onto the weary red head standing before him.

“You look tired, Foxy.” Inori smirked, “I would imagine you would be considering you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

An invisible sigh left her nostrils as she gauged about how much time she could possibly have at the moment to kill him and hide the body, before reasoning there was no way she could do that and not have someone walk in on her.

“You know Foxy. As pretty as you are there is something about you I would like to change if I could.” Inori continued, “Your last name.”

He loosened his tie before adding to the berate.

“It is hot in here or is it just you?”

At that comment an audible sigh erupted from Kitsuna’s lips and she reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“Inori,” She began with a frustrated growl.

“I’m fighting the urge to make you the happiest woman on earth tonight.” He grinned staring into her blood red eyes.

“If Samon where to over hear the banter you’ve just unleashed, not only would you be working overtime you would need to swim back.” The red head started with a hiss, “Now while these ridiculous pick up lines you drop for me cause a lot a laughs back at my office, when actual work needs to get done I have issues. Now, either tell me where Samon is or I’ll be forced to leave these with you against my better judgement.”

Inori just looked at her dumbly.

“What is it?” She snapped at him, “Spit it out already.”

A sinister smirk broke out on his face before he responded.

“If I told you that I thought you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?”

You could almost hear the veins in Kitsuna’s forehead pop at that last comment. Hardly a second after it was uttered, however, the door slammed open to reveal a seething monkey.

“Inori!” He screeched as he slithered into the office, “What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”

“I-uh, Supervisor! Kitsuna and I were just, uh.” He searched frantically for help.

“I came to drop these papers off for you, Supervisor.” The female red head called to the monkey.

“Please leave them on my desk, thank you Kitsuna.” He growled, though his heat was not directed at her but rather the boar.

Kitsuna did as she told and quickly made her way to the door.

“I wish you both a good day then, Supervisor, deputy.” She nodded and left before either could say a word. She knew Samon wanted nothing more than to beak the ever loving shit out of Inori for what he over heard.

And, of course, she was right. She hadn’t even made it out of the office building before bangs, crashes, screams, and the sound of things breaking screamed out of the main office.

Kitsuna could only chuckle to herself as she walked away. Sometimes her monkey was a little too overprotective, but it was definitely cute of him.

A laugh then came out of her throat that she had to cover up as she heard something break through the ceiling of the office and go shooting off behind her.

Samon had sent his deputy flying.

He really did hate it when anyone but him flirted with her. Not as though she minded his reactions.

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Good Family Memories

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This is a Nanbaka fluff kind of piece. It’s slightly SamonxOC and slightly MomokoxOC.


“Oh, thank you.” The red eyed woman in front of me smiled and accepted what I offered.

“No problem, just don’t forget it again please. Hajime will have my head if I’m late again.” I sighed and crossed my arms showing her my annoyance.

“If he has any issue with it, tell him to come and see me, I’ll resolve it.” Momoko assured with a gentile smile.

“I can fight my own battles.” I reminded.

“I know you can.” She half laughed at her own actions, “That being said I want you to know I care about you, even still.”

“I know you do.” I finally smiled at her. Our crimson eyes sharing in a rare moment of love and happiness, that was quickly interrupted by a knock at the door.

Momoko sighed, breaking our eye contact before turning her attention to the door behind me.

“Come in.” She ordered.

“Good morning Warden Hyakushiki. Oh, and good morning to you too, Kitsuna.” Samon said in surprise as he entered the office.

“Good morning Samon.” I nodded.

“Thank you again, Kitsuna.” Momoko said to me, “I’ll let you go now.”

I bowed and said, “Have a good day, Momo-nee-chan.” And took my leave of the room.


The door slammed shut and I turned my attention back to Samon who was standing ridged with his green eyes fixed on nothing in particular.

“Is something the matter, Supervisor Samon?” I asked, snapping him out of his trance.

“Forgive me, Warden.” He started uncertainly, “But did Deputy Supervisor Kitsuna just call you ‘Momo-nee-chan’? Implying you are her older sister?”

I couldn’t hold back the laugh that came out of my chest.

“Yes, Kitsuna is my little sister.” I explained, “She’s my junior by 2 years.”

“But, Warden,” Samon tried to reason, “How can you be sisters when your family names are Hyakushiki and Rekoin respectively?”

I smiled sadly thinking about it.

“Our parents divorced before she was born.” I said slowly, coming across some painful memories and split occasions, “I stayed with our father, while she stayed with our mother. That’s why our names are different.”

“I see.” Samon said, sweating lightly under my gaze, “Forgive me if I probed too deeply.”

“Curiousity is a natural thing.” I said with a shrug, “Though when we were younger, it was far easier for people to tell we were sisters. The years have been hard on her.”


“What!” Kiji exclaimed, nearly dropping his compact.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Kenshirou growled with accusing eyes.

“If that were the case I would have known about it!” Mitsuru shouted.

“Would have known about what?” Hajime yawned as he entered the break room.

“Hajime!” Kiji jumped up and pointed at him accusingly, “You work with Kitsuna, so you should know this piece of information! And the fact you never shared it!”

“What are you talking about, pheasant?” The tall man growled.

“Did you know that Kitsuna and the Warden are sisters?” Samon asked calmly to the taller man.

“What!?” Hajime asked in disbelief, the cigaret that had been hanging loosely from his lips fell to the floor.

“I found that our this morning when I went to give the Warden my report.” Samon admitted, “They were just saying bye and Kitsuna called the Warden Momo-nee-chan.”

“Th-that could be anything!” Kiji tried to wave the comment off and laughed.

“I thought so too, so I asked the Warden.” Samon continued, “Turns out they are siblings. Their parents divorced before Kitsuna was born and the Warden stayed with their father. Kitsuna has her mother’s family name, not her father’s like the Warden.”

Hajime sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Alright, why are we treating this like it’s a huge deal? People are allowed to be related.”

“I know, just look at you and Hitoshi.” Mitsuru laughed behind his hand.

“Don’t you get it, Hajime!” Kiji all but yelled, “This basically means Kitsuna can get away with murder in this prison as long as her sister is on top! What does that mean for the rest of us! For you! Are you not afraid of losing your position to that fox?”

The gorilla pushed the long haired man away as he had gotten too close during his spiel.

“I’ve worked closely with Kitsuna for quite a few months now.” Hajime bit at the men in defense, “She has no interest in taking my position as Supervisor unless I step down. She’s very comfortable where she is as the trap designer for building 13. On top of that, she’s never once brought up family. So even if she is the sister of the Warden, and even if she is close to her like you think she might be, she has no interest in using that to further herself. And if I catch any of you trying to bad mouth her again, I will bash your face in.”

“Oh-ho!” Kiji laughed, “It seems as though the gorilla is rather fond of the fox.”

“Could this be a crush!” Mitsuru teased.

“I look at her more like a little sister than a potential girlfriend.” Hajime hissed at them all and lit up a cigaret.

“Why, not enough in common?” Kiji teased again.

“Too much, actually.” Hajime corrected.

“How can you have too much in common with someone?” Mitsuru asked.

Both Kiji and Kenshirou shrugged as Samon was in deep thought.


“I don’t know.” Kitsuna said turning her gaze from her sister’s.

“You don’t have to decide right now!” The bluenette assured, “Just come with me to check the place out and if we both like it we can talk about it.”

“I just don’t want to intrude in your business, Momo-nee-chan.” Kitsuna started, “We’ve never actually lived together so it might be hard to adjust.”

“But we love each other, right? So it’ll make things easier.” Momoko smiled at the red head who shrugged in response.

“So, what are you two lovely ladies talking about?” Mitsuru all but threw himself between the two of them sitting at the table.

“Nothing of note.” Kitsuna said coldly.

“Speaking of note!” The wolf man cried, “Is it true you two are sisters!?”

“Mitsuru! You idiot! You have no idea how to approach these situations!” Kiji screamed at the dark haired man.

“Oh, come on. I got straight to the point.”

“Are we sisters.” Momoko giggled darkly as she reached into her pocket.

Everyone but the red head across from her flinched as she pulled out the item.

The bluenette opened her wallet and pulled a handful of photos as Kitsuna’s head hit the table.

“You still have those things?” She all but whined at the older girl.

Momoko chuckled, “These are some of the good memories, Kitsuna.”

“Are these you two?” Kiji asked as he looked over the pictures behind Momoko’s shoulder. Samon, Mitsuru, Kenshirou, and Hajime not too far behind.

The bluenette nodded, picking up the first photo to show it off better.

“This was at Kitsuna’s kindergarden graduation.” She beamed.

“That’s Kitsuna at six?” Hajime howled in laughter. The girls in the picture were both elementary age, one girl had long blue hair and stood almost a foot taller than the other. The other girl had short red hair that curled in very awkward angles. Both were in different uniforms but rather well kept.

“You two actually look a lot alike in that.” Kenshirou noted.

Momoko nodded, “People would sometimes confuse us for twins if we wore matching outfits.” She took a moment to smile and reflect, “This one is from my middle school graduation.” She held up another photo. One girl in a school uniform holding a bouquet of flowers, her long hair beginning to gain the signature curls the warden sported to date and her red eyes beginning to get hard. Standing a few inches taller than her was a red haired girl beside her. Distinct pieces of black and silver were evident in her hair though it was pulled back into a pony tail. She wore no uniform, but dirty, torn up jeans and an over sized t shirt that was partially covered by her crossed arms. She was covered in bruises and had a couple of bandages on her face. The wonder that was there as a child had vanished from her face, though there was still an evident smile on her face as she stood next to her sister.

“What the hell happened to you, Kitsuna?” Samon couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“Our father was good man.” She said calmly, pushing herself all the way back in her chair and crossing her arms, “Our mother was not. Because of what she did I wound up with the wrong crowd.”

“How on earth did you get here?” Kiji all but snarled at the red head.

The bluenette skipped a few pictures and held up one of the last ones. The warden stood proud and tall, resembling the entirety of the woman she was that day. Perfect hair, hard eyes, and a sinister smile on her lips. Standing next to her in full military uniform, saluting the camera was a girl with harder red eyes, and red hair pulled tightly back into what was assumed to be a bun.

“This was taken on the day she completed all her training an joined the Japanese military.” Momoko all but swooned, “I was so proud.”

“It was hard to tell who was happier that day.” Kitsuna chimed in, “You, Shinji, Or the supervising officers who didn’t have to put up with me anymore.”

They both shared a quick laugh.

“The more things change, the more they stay the same.” The bluenette uttered, placing the photos back in her wallet, “You still have little respect for authority.”

“You have to earn respect.” The red head all but snapped, “Not expect it to be given just because of rank.”

Samon snapped his fingers as he connected the dots, “That’s why you wouldn’t think about dating Kitsuna, Hajime. You both had military experience.”

Kitsuna all but snorted.

“What’s so funny?!” The monkey demanded.

“It goes a little deeper than that.” She told the green eyed man.

“It’s true.” Kenshirou added, “I don’t know what either of you went through, but you both have the same eyes.”

“That’s because we went through the same thing, right, Kitsuna?”

“unfortunately.” The red head all but whispered.

“Well hasn’t this just been a trip down memory lane!” Mitsuru all but shouted.

“And here you guys were doubting they were sisters!” Samon laughed.

“No one said that!” Kiji all but screamed.

“You know what, Momo-nee-chan?”

Momoko hummed, encouraging her sister to go on. All the men behind her stopped dead in their tracks.

“Let’s go see that apartment after work today.”

“I knew you’d come around!” The bluenette grinned.

Both of them shared in a laugh. After everything their lives had done to break them, they came out strong; as individuals and, as sisters.

Day off(A Samon Gokuu One-Shot)

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Sunlight filtered into the room as the sound of a car alarm echoed in the air.

Blood red eyes shot open in alarm for a moment, before the owner of the eyes relaxed knowing what was going on.

She squinted at the early morning light, and glared at the unseen car that had stirred her from her slumber. She had always been way too light of a sleeper for her own good.

She glanced to her side when she heard a soft snore come from there. Samon was still asleep, curled up on his side next to her.

Kitsuna couldn’t help but smile at the red haired man sleeping next to her. He looked so peaceful when he slept. She always liked seeing him this way rather than stressed out and perturbed like he usually was at work.

His snores, mutters, movements, and various other sounds he made in his sleep never did seem to disturb the fox despite her light sleeping. And for that reason she always felt as though she could sleep peacefully next to the monkey, and she always did.

Knowing she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep she pulled herself out of the bed and grabbed some cloths before heading out of the bedroom.

The two had, had fun last night, the mess of cloths on the floor and the bruises and bite marks that littered the red eyed girl’s body were what remained of that night’s memories. However, it wouldn’t be the last time the two did something like that.


Samon woke up slowly and stretched out in his bed. His back hurt a little bit, and he couldn’t help but smirk because he knew why that was. With a gentile hum of content he reached out with a hand to find his fox and pull her close so he could cuddle her.

He groped around for a few moments and when he reached the other edge of the bed his apple green eyes shot open searching furiously for the red eyed girl he was certain would still be beside him.

She wasn’t there! Samon began to reason with himself where she could be. His snoring or thrashing could have woken her up and she went to sleep on the couch. Though his snoring never bothered her and he never seemed to hit her in his sleep. She wouldn’t have been taken. And she wouldn’t have just left, especially without letting him know.

A faint hum came into the bedroom from the kitchen along with light rustling. He got out of bed and went into the kitchen.

The red head he was searching for was standing in his kitchen, her haired was pulled back into a french braid, she was wearing very short athletic shorts and a t-shirt that was his. Her back was to him as she set things out on the counter.

Samon used it as a oppertunity to walk up and wrap his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck. As he did this he found her hair to be wet, she had gone for a shower not too long ago.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Kitsuna asked looking over her shoulder at the man behind her.

“No.” He mumbled, “But I don’t like waking up in a bed all alone, you know.”

“Sorry, but I couldn’t go back to sleep after I woke up.” She smiled.

“Then you wake me up and I’ll entertain you.” Samon all but growled as he tightened his grip around her waist.

“But then you’d lose out on sleep you need.” Kitsuna complained, “And at least this way you can wake up to hot food.”

“I don’t care about the food being hot.” He muttered and kissed the side of her neck gently, “I care about spending as much time as I can with you. How often do we get a day off together like this?”

“Not often.” Kitsuna said with a sigh.

“Exactly!” The monkey grinned, tightening his grip of her waist and pulling her up to carry her back into the bedroom.

Despite Kitsuna being very strong in her own right, she didn’t fight Samon as he carried her like that. Though she would admit to it being a little awkward because she was 2 inches taller than him.

“So, neither of us are cooking today!” Samon told the red eyed girl as they entered the bedroom, “If we get hungry, we’ll order food! But for right now,” He changed his grip on his girlfriend and tossed her gently on the bed, “I say we should stay here and cuddle for a bit.” He grinned.

Kitsuna could only smile at the look on her monkey’s face. He was genuinely happy, and as such, she was happy.

She raised her arms up to him, signalling him to come to her.

Samon didn’t need anymore of an invitation. He jumped into her arms, wrapping his around her waist, resting his head on her modest chest, and nestling in closely to her body.

“You shouldn’t have gotten dressed.” Samon mumbled as he made himself more comfortable.

“If I didn’t we wouldn’t be having this sweet moment right now, would we?” She asked the green eyed man in her arms.

“I could make it sweeter.” Samon uttered, slyly.

“Could your back handle any more?” Kitsuna asked, “Because from where I lay, I might have scratched down to the bone almost.”

“It’s called encouragement, Foxie-chan.” Samon sang.

Kitsuna rolled her eyes and bit her bottom lip.

Samon knew Kitsuna hated it when Inori or Mitsuru or any of the inmates called her a fox, it flashed bad memories from the military in her head. But he couldn’t stop himself from teasing her in the same manner she does him all the time.

The red haired girl normally would have smacked or glared at any person who called her that. But it was HER monkey teasing her this time. It was the man she loved. And she couldn’t stop the rush of warmth that flooded through her after he said that.

It was rare for the 2 to get a day like this. Inmates, paperwork, unexpected situations all kept them both busy at work. Sometimes it was days before either could see the other again. But when they got days like this it was special. They had nothing to worry about. The only thing either of them cared about was that the other was close by, because the 2 of them were in love.

“Samon, what are you doing?” Kitsuna asked the monkey, feeling his hand travel up and down her thigh getting closer and closer to poking underneath her shorts.

“You’re teasing me in these shorts.” Samon purred, “Can I take you out of them?”

“We just woke up.” Kitsuna pointed out.

“It’s called making good use of time.” Samon smirked as his hand slipped under her shorts and he reached up to capture her mouth.

“Fine.” Kitsuna relented when Samon pulled away from the kiss and repositioned himself over her.

“I knew you’d come around.” He smirked again and he worked his hands under the girl’s t-shirt.

“But I’m not dragging you to the hospital if you pass out from blood loss because of this.”

 

Jealousy And Anger (A Samon Gokuu One Shot)

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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.”

You Owe Me One(Nanbaka Momoko x Hajime One Shot)

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Kitsuna rubbed her red eyes as she leaned over a stack of paperwork she needed to get done for her supervisor.

Work had become increasingly difficult for the red head recently, ever since she agreed to move in with her older sister. While their relationship was complicated, hence why her last name was Rekoin instead of Hyakushiki, the two girls still loved one another very much.

However, Momoko’s crush on Kitsuna’s supervisor was beginning to drive the younger girl crazy. She had been assigned to building 13 due to her extensive knowledge of guerrilla warfare and her expertise in traps, making her a perfect fit for a building full of prior escapees. Something Kitsuna loved was setting new traps that would throw the prisoners for a loop and make them afraid to escape because of what could be waiting for them.

When they got home however, Momoko would go on and on about Hajime Sugoroku and want to know everything he had done that day before fan-girling even harder than she had before, which was very difficult for the red head to imagine let alone witness.

“Yo, Kitsuna.” Hajime said as he entered the office, greeting his underling, “How’s that report coming?”

“Slow I’m afraid, Supervisor.” Kitsuna said not looking, “I apologize for that, but I haven’t been in my right mind recently.”

“I’m surprised.” Hajime noted, raising his eyebrows at the girl, “You’re always one of those people who leaves personal business at the door when work begins. This doesn’t have something to do with the monkey, does it?”

I wish I could leave you at the door. Kitsuna thought. Or get her to leave everything at the door at home.

“It has nothing to do with Samon, Supervisor.” She assured, waving off the notion, “It’s honestly just something stupid that I just can’t seem to get out of my head.”

“Well you’re great at traps, why not find a way to get rid of it.” Hajime suggested sitting at his desk to get to his own paperwork.

A lightbulb above Kitsuna’s head lite up.

“That’s, a really good idea, Supervisor. Thank you.” She said, going back to the report she had to be writing.

And I know just the person to help me out with this trap too.


Cherry blossoms fluttered everywhere in the spring air as the chilly breeze cut across the field. Standing underneath the tree behind the prison stood two tall figures.

“I’m actually surprised this came from you.” Hajime said lowly, unsure how to act in the situation.

Across from him Momoko stood practically shaking from embarrassment.

“I-um. I…” She couldn’t form any sentences at the moment, she was told to meet her little sister out here because she wanted to talk about something that couldn’t wait until they got home.

“What you wrote, was beautiful.” Hajime continued, not looking his superior in the eye, “I’ll be honest, I always thought you hated me. You really bad at expressing your feelings aren’t you?”

Momoko’s face was burning red at this point. How did he know? Did he somehow get in possession of her diary? No, her sister even booby trapped the drawer that it stays in. How then?

Not wanting to be rude, though, she nodded.

“I suppose I’ve been unfair to assume just based on a formal stand point.” The man said, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, “You are very eloquent with words, Momoko.”

At that moment the woman felt as through she had just been shot through the heart, completely ignoring the loud bang that had come from behind her in the hallway of the back entrance to the prison.

“Would, you like to get dinner with me sometime?” Hajime asked awkwardly.

“I would love that.” Momoko finally managed out, “It means a lot to me that you would give me a chance like this, Hajime.”

“It’s my honor, ma’am.”

A series of loud bangs and thuds echoed out through the hallway at the back of the prison.

“What the hell’s going on?” Hajime demanded.

Momoko was already stalking over there with murder in her eyes ready to tear apart anyone who had just gotten in the way of her moment with Hajime. The slightly less scared man following close behind her.

What the two were not prepared to see was Kenshirou hog tied and gagged on the floor with his own whip, while Kitsuna was standing over him making sure the knots were tight enough to hold him in place and Mitsuru at the side of this staring in awe.

“What did they teach you in the military?” He asked the red head, oblivious to the presence of his friend and the warden.

“You pick up things as you go.” She assured the wolf man.

Turning around the colour drained from her face as she saw them both standing before her. Mitsuru’s mirrored the girl’s.

“If you weren’t so loud.” She growled to the dog tied up beside her.

“Kitsuna, I want an explanation.” Momoko said, crossing her arms and glaring at her younger sister.

“In order to answer your question I first need to ask one.” She told her sister, folding her hands behind her back.

The bluenette nodded for her to continue.

“Did he ask you out?”

Mitsuru’s face broke into a wild grin as Momoko’s face grew red.

“W-w-what does that have to do with anything!?” She demanded.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.” Kitsuna smirked, “You’re welcome.”

“You couldn’t have signed the damn letter if it was from you!” Hajime berated the red head.

“Would you have come if I said it was from the warden?” She countered.

Hajime was only silent at the retorte before turning to Mitsuru, “Why the hell are you here?”

“He was plan B.” Kitsuna smirked.

“Plan B?” Momoko asked.

Kitsuna nodded, “Getting you here, easy part. Getting him here, hard part. I figured if the love letter I forged wasn’t enough Mitsuru here would be.”

Mitsuru gave a thumbs up and stuck his tongue out, “Gotta give her one thing guys, she’s smart.”

“Is this some of the guerrilla warfare you’ve been known for?” Hajime growled.

The red head shook her head, “This would be closer to psychological warfare.”

“Why though?” Momoko asked her sister, “Why all the trouble? WHAT IF HE REJECTED MY FEELINGS!”

“Firstly, he didn’t. So, shut up about that.” Kitsuna snapped, “Secondly, Momo-nee-chan, I love you. But it’s gotten to the point I’m losing respect for my supervisor because of how much you’ve been talking about him, like a middle schooler with a crush, that I can’t take him seriously! Every day I work with the guy, and I see him more than I see you on a daily basis, before coming home and listening to you go on about him for hours! I wanna talk about other things! Like the news, what you thought of that new dumpling recipe I tried out the other night that you said nothing about, how stupid Samon’s been the past couple days because I spared with a couple of the inmates in Building 5 while I was over there last. I don’t just want to sit and listen about your unrequited love. Seriously!”

“Well this just got real?” Mitsuru said more to himself than anyone else.

“You spared with the inmates in building 5!?” Hajime demanded.

“That’s what you’re stuck on!?” Kitsuna all but yelled back at her supervisor.

“You should know your place as a guard!” He yelled back.

“It was Samon’s Building, it’s not a big deal!”

“And if you got hurt who would be on the line!?” Hajime yelled back.

Kitsuna just crossed her arms and stared at the taller man for a moment.

“Have you never assessed her physical capabilities, Hajime?” Momoko asked the man in question.

“Of course I have, but-” He stopped seeing everyone staring at him with and ‘are you serious’ look on their faces, even the still tied up Kenshirou.

“Never mind, just don’t do that shit again!”

“Now what about Building 4 Supervisor Kenshirou?” Momoko asked, “What does he have to do with anything?”

“He came by at the wrong time, you see!” Mitsuru cut in between the sisters to explain.

“We didn’t want him to do anything that could ruin the moment between you two.” Kitsuna elaborated, “He put up too much of a struggle and in order to try to keep everything contained this is what ended up happening.” She gestured to the man on the ground, who had given up struggling against his restraints.

“I do have to admit, it is funny to see the doggy tied up like that. I guess I really don’t have to worry about you.” Hajime grinned at the red head.

“Worry about your little brother, I’ll worry about my sister.” Kitsuna retorted.

“Well, mission accomplished, I guess.” Momoko sighed, “Can you please untie him now, Kitsuna?”

“Order him not to attack me the second his binds are loose and you got a deal.” Kitsuna said extending her arm with a closed fist towards her sister.

The Bluenette sighed again before returning her sister’s fist bump.

“Yozakura Kenshirou, upon being released from your binds, you are not to attack the woman who placed you in them. Am I understood?”

Kenshirou nodded the best he could despite his position.

Kitsuna knelt down next to the man and with in seconds his whip was loose and away from him, no longer restricting any movements. The man stood up and dusted himself off before accepting his whip back from the girl who offered it to her.

“Sorry about that by the way.” She smiled at him, “But your timing could not have been worse.”

Kenshirou said nothing and calmly walked past everyone to his destination on the other side of the prison.

“Kitsuna,” Momoko called as the dog rounded the corner.

“Yes, ma’am?” She smirked, folding her hands behind her back again.

“Am I right to assume that you were the master mind behind this little, ‘project’, of yours?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“So that means you are not only responsible for forging a letter, tricking 2 superior officers, skipping out on your duties at Building 13, and the unnecessary attack on, not only another Building’s officer, but a higher ranking officer at that.”

“I suppose so, ma’am.” The smirk on Kitsuna’s face didn’t leave thought out the entirety of the conversation.

With a sigh, Momoko relented, “I owe you one, Kitsu-chan.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, but believe me when I say I did this more for my own sanity than interest in your love life, Momo-nee-chan. Now, if you’ll all excuse me, my break’s almost over.” And with that the red head turned and left them all there.

“You owe her one?” Hajime asked the bluenette in disbelief, “I get she’s your sister, but don’t you think she deserves some kind of punishment after what she did? She tied up a superior officer for heaven’s sake.”

“It could have been worse.” Momoko smiled, “Besides, I’m sure pulling a double shift at least once this week would be more than fitting, after all, it was funny wasn’t it?”

Hajime couldn’t help but blush ever so slightly. He owed the red head one as well, otherwise he never would have seen the warden like this.

Lazy Mornings(A Samon Gokuu One-Shot)

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The early morning sunlight filtered in through the blinds landing on the closed apple green eyes of a red head. He stirred lightly before opening his eyes and squinting at the bright light.

He glanced over to his bedside table where his alarm clock sat. He still had 30 minutes before he had to get up and get ready for work. He glared at the clock and then back at the blinds for being open. He could still be sleeping if not for it. He wanted to get up and close them, but a soft sigh of content stopped him in his tracks.

Samon looked down at his right side. Curled up, nestled into him was his beautiful fox.

Her face was mostly covered by the blanket that was keeping them warm, leaving her undisturbed by the light leaking in. Her orange hair was a mess of curls, to the point Samon couldn’t see the distinctive black pieces of hair that usually sat on top of her head. Her ruby eyes were shut lightly and her mouth slightly agape.

While Samon usually liked to sleep on his side, knowing he would wake up to her nestled into him like this, he forced himself to sleep on his back. When he does sleep on his side the two usually end up spooning. Still a nice experience, but Samon would never get tired of the sight or feel of having the fox curled up next to him like this.

He wanted to reach over and stroke her face, or kiss her forehead, or nestle deeper into the covers with her. But the monkey knew better. The fox was an incredibly light sleeper. While she was able to curl up anywhere and sleep if she felt the need, anything would wake her up.

Samon knew she was under stress at work and didn’t want her to get any less rest than she could. Still, he couldn’t help himself.

With his right hand he petted her hair lightly before leaning down and placing a gentile kiss on the top of her head.

As a response he felt the girl reach her right arm across his chest, wrap one of her legs around his right leg and pull herself closer to him, partially onto his chest, as she let out a content sigh.

“Good morning, Foxy.” Samon whispered.

Kitsuna’s ruby eyes fluttered open, making Samon’s heart melt as he watched.

“Good morning, Saru-chan.” She smiled tiredly.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” He told the girl, wrapping his right arm around her shoulders.

“You never do.” She yawned, “I’m too light of a sleeper. Shouldn’t we be getting up?” She glanced at the clock, “We seriously still have 25 minutes?” She groaned.

“Sun woke me up.” Samon muttered.

Kitsuna pulled away from Samon and sat up, much to both of their dismay, and turned to the window to close the blinds fully so the room was enveloped in gloom.

“Still got time.” She smiled at the red head.

Samon then pulled her down so they were both on their sides and wrapped his arms around her torso while hers wrapped around his shoulders. Kitsuna’s head was on the pillow this time, Samon’s head was resting peacefully on Kitsuna’s chest.

Kitsuna didn’t give any indication to the Monkey that she was blushing. She still wasn’t sure with all this affection he gave her, but she never told him off for the things he did. She liked them after all.


*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

Kitsuna reached over to the table and turned the alarm off. Samon groaned into her chest knowing they had to get up.

The red eyed girl pried the monkey’s arms off of her and rolled them over so she was straddling him and kissed him on the nose.

“It’s time to get up, Saru-chan.” She smiled down at him, her long hair partially trapping the two of them into a world of their own, “I’m going to make breakfast, so hurry up.”

And without another word she jumped up strutted out of the bedroom into the kitchen.

Samon layed on the bed and watched her go. He admired how his boxers showed off her smooth and strong legs, and how she never fixed a tank top when she wore one. She always let it ride up or down in any way it sees fit. Usually it gave him a good view of her tummy, back, hips and cleavage.

He sighed in content before sitting up and turning to the bed side table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a little, black velvet box. He opened it up to show a golden band with tiny red and green gems embedded in it.

One day, he thought as he closed the box and put it back. The two of you would be able to wake up like that every morning. And he wouldn’t have to worry about someone else stealing the most important thing from him, so he wouldn’t be as protective.

“Saru-chan! It’s getting cold!” Kitsuna called.

God, did Samon love these lazy mornings you two had.

A Drunk Monkey(Samon Gokuu One-Shot)

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“Oh, for fucks sake!” A red haired girl groaned as she struggled to pick up the keys that were dropped on the floor while supporting the exceedingly drunk monkey that was leaning on her shoulder.

“Wha-hic– watch your language yurng lady!” Samon slurred as Kitsuna somehow managed to pick up the keys and open up her apartment, basically throwing the monkey inside.

“Why did you have to challenge Hajime to a drinking contest?” She muttered to herself after closing the door and attempting to take off both her and Samon’s boots.

“Where is tha-hic– that fucker!” Samon moaned, trying to jump up and find him but only fell onto his back, making it slightly easier for the girl to pull his boots off.

“Come on, you dumb ass.” She growled picking him up off the ground, aswell as the hat that had fallen off his head when he fell backwards.

“But you like my ass.” Samon purred, rubbing his face against her cheek.

Kitsuna sighed and pushed him onto the couch in the living room.

“You are going to make me throw you through a wall tonight.” Kitsuna growled and rubbed her face as she went into the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Kitsuna! Please don’t leave me!” Samon cried as he fell off the couch, causing a rather loud bang to echo through the appartement, “I can change! I’ll be better! I’ll let you have the last popsicle, just please don’t leave!”

Kitsuna sighed as she came back out, glass in hand.

“I’m not leaving you, you idiot.” She told him, picking him up and sitting him on the couch, “Drink this.” She handed him the glass and sat next to him.

“You aren’t gonna leave me?” He asked and sipped the water.

“No.” She told him plainly as she took her hat off and placed it on the coffee table next to his, “I have no reason to. I’m just not very happy with this drunk you right now. It’ll be fine in the morning.”

“I’m sorry.” He bubbled into the water.

“It’s fine.” She sighed, starting to pull bobby pins out of her hair, allowing her bangs to spring out, curving upwards and falling on either side of her face. The top of it was black in colour and the very bottom of the bangs on either side were faintly silver.

“It’s not fine!” Samon yelled and slammed the glass down on the table as the girl started pulling her bun out, “You deserve better!”

“Which is why you never get drunk.” Kitsuna told the monkey, her hair now falling into a pony tail of orange. At the very tips of her hair was the faint colour of silver.

“Come on.” She said, standing up, “Let’s get you to bed so you can sleep this off.”

“I don’t wanna go to sleep!” Samon whined.

“You have to.” Kitsuna informed him.

“No! Not unless you’ll sleep with me!” Samon pouted.

“Okay.” Kitsuna sighed in defeat and scratched her head, “Let’s go to bed then.”

“Yay!” Samon yelled basically jumping onto the red head and beginning to strip himself of cloths, “We get to sleep together.” He purred again.

“Not like that.” Kitsuna said sternly.

Samon puffed out his cheeks in annoyance, “Fine, but we better cuddle.”

“Whatever.” She groaned, leading the now only underwear clad monkey into her bedroom. Samon stumbled after her giddily and fell face first onto her bed when the door was opened.

Kitsuna couldn’t hold back a smile as she watched him roll around on her comfy bed like a child. She then turned to her closet and pulled out a tank top and sweat pants before changing. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail and let all her orange locks fall down her back.

Samon grinned at her when she turned around and patted the bed next to him for her to join him.

Kitsuna killed the lights and climbed over Samon so he was closest to the edge of the bed and she was closest to the wall. Her chest was to his back as she threw and arm over him to cuddle.

“No!” Samon whined, and turned around in her embrace and cuddled into her chest.

Kitsuna only sighed, but did nothing against it.

She did nothing but lay there and listen to his breathing and feeling his heartbeat. After almost 30 minutes, when she was certain he was asleep, did Kitsuna maneuver herself out of his grasp, taking extra care to not disturb him, and get to work.


Samon groaned to himself feeling the less than pleasant pounding in his head. He opened his eyes, squinting at the harsh light that was filtering through the curtains.

He groaned again and sat up while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When he opened his eyes fully, he was startled for a moment.

He didn’t recognize the room he was in. His eyes darted around trying to find some idea of where he was. His eyes then landed on the jacket of a Nanba guard jacket hanging on a closet door.

He felt oddly comforted knowing it was someone he knew.

He somehow managed to stand himself up and stay up, in the process he knocked an empty bucket over that was next to the bed. He looked at the bedside table and saw a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin. He took 2 and downed the glass.

Once finishing he realized that he was stripped down to his boxers.

“Shit.” he muttered to himself. He had no idea where he was, and he heard the sound of someone moving around the kitchen.

He apprehensively made his way out of the room and down the short hall into the kitchen.

An audible sigh of relief left his lips as he saw a messy head of orange, black and silver hair standing in front of the stove cooking.

“Good morning.” Kitsuna called to the monkey, “How are you feeling?”

“Better now.” He said leaning against the wall taking his girlfriend in.

She was clad in baggy grey sweatpants that held loosely to her hips, and a black tank top that had ridden up her torso leaving her stomach, hips and lower back all exposed. Even though he couldn’t see it yet, Samon knew that that tank top was low cut and showing off her modest chest.

“So what happened?” He asked as he sat down at the table, still looking at her.

“You challenged Hajime to a drinking contest.” She started, “Coffee?”

“Yes please.” Samon replied.

“I’ll save you the details, but you won.” She said pouring him a cup as she faced him, Samon was correct in assuming she would have a fair amount of cleavage showing in that shirt, not that he minded.

“I dragged you home.” She then turned back to keep cooking, “Let’s just say I wasn’t happy with you. You thought I was going to leave you. You got a little mad. Then overly giddy and affectionate and stripped before we went to bed. No, we didn’t do anything just for the record. You then fell asleep not too long after.”

“And when did you get the bucket and water and all that?” Samon asked while sipping his coffee.

“After you passed out.” She told him, “I made sure you were asleep, turned you onto your side, got a bucket in case you were sick. I figured you’d want some water and aspirin when you got up. Oh, I also threw your cloths into the wash, which should be dry now, your jacket is on the back of the bathroom door. I spent the night on the couch.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry.” Samon said sheepishly, “Didn’t mean to kick you out.”

Kitsuna shrugged and grabbed two plates to dish everything out.

“Doesn’t matter. Now eat up.” She said and turned around

In front of the monkey the fox placed a plate piled high with hashbrown, eggs, bacon and toast.

“It’s a little bit greasy.” She admitted, “But it’ll help you with your hang over.”

Samon wasn’t focused on his plate, he was focused more on the curly mess of hair that framed the pretty face he was so used to seeing.

“What?” Kitsuna asked, seeing her boyfriend ignore the food in front of him.

“You, just look really good like that is all.” He smiled at her.

Kitsuna’s face grew hot hearing his words. He was the only one who gave her compliments like this.

“Thanks.” She muttered, “Now shut up and eat.”