Good Family Memories

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.

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