Archive of Our Own

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Momoko Hyakushiki was an extremely busy woman, and that's to be expected running the highest security prison in the world. Paperwork was an unending affair that she could never get rid of. And when she wasn’t doing her due diligence, she was whisked away to meetings with the higher ups. Grueling, irritating, denigratory meetings-

Momo takes a deep breath, rubbing her temples to alleviate some of the tension building up. The file in front of her fills Momoko with more unease than she likes to admit.

A new inmate was coming today. Her gaze never wavers from the bleak photo clipped to the open report, where wide terrified eyes stared back. Could she even call him an inmate?

Found in an unknown lab. Human experimentation. Six unidentified researchers dead. 30 test subjects terminated. One alive. Subject 15-

A knock at the door seems to break Momoko from her trance. Her back straightens, hands clasping perfectly on her desk. She steels her nerves. She is Warden Hyakushiki right now, not Momo.

“Come in.” She demands.

The messenger guard is quick to bow, eyes obscured by his trim hat, uniform immaculate, as expected of men servicing Nanba. “The inmate is secured ma’am.”

“Bring the boy to my office.” Warden Hyakushiki orders, crimson eyes steel set. By all means this is probably unprofessional conduct, but Momo can't help but have her stomach churn at the use of "Inmate" or "Subject" when referring to a clearly terrified six year old boy.

Her subordinate stiffens, whether that be from surprise or hesitance matters little to the Warden. He must be new, grace will be offered.

She raises a neat brow. "Is there a problem officer?"

Her question makes the guard jolt. "N-No, of course n-not Ma'am!" He bows again, deeper this time. "The inm- child. The child will be with you shortly."

She nods in dismissal, and the door shuts close with a soft click. Momo exhales a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. What will she ever do with a child?

… Despite his father being Nanba's greatest shame, Momo can't begin to dredge up feelings of wariness and anger. This boy has just begun living … putting a father's sins on a mere child is an outrageous idea. One that Warden Hyakushiki outright detests.

A knock to the office door, startles Momo from her next thought. Her composure is quick to don. Any embarrassment she had of letting time go to waste is dashed away, when the small pitter-patter of footsteps catches her attention.

He is so small … is her first thought. He is so small and thin- and shaking. He is a baby. Streaks of obsidian hair plaster across his forehead, the tips of his ink trails are the same crimson as her eyes. A threadbare gown barely covers bruised knees. Small hands ball near his chest, wide eyes that echo terror dart from the ceiling, to the floor, to Momo herself.

Her unmoving heart cracks open. How can anyone hurt a child like this?

Momo has never interacted with many children besides her younger cousins. To say she feels unqualified is an understatement, still she has always been resourceful when presented with a challenge.

Her hat is set aside on her desk, gloves carelessly discarded, as she kneels down to eye level with the boy. He has the most peculiar set of eyes she's ever seen.

Magenta and blue.

Momo's smile comes as easy as breathing, eyes creasing with a tenderness she hardly knew existed. "Hello, little one," Her low tone is gentle, almost hesitant when addressing the boy. Her heart makes a fond flip when the fear in his eyes morphs into curiosity. "My names Momo Hyakushiki and I'm the-"

She falters. Does this boy even know he was transferred to a prison? Does he even know what a prison is? How does she even begin to explain that Nanba will likely be his home … forever. That he'll never get sleep overs, never make friends his age, or play in the park, and talk about his day at school-

Subject 15 deemed too volatile for civil society. Protective measures are to be taken. Transfer to Nanba.

It hits Momoko right then, like ice cold water to the face. Clarity comes down like a lightning bolt. How unfair this all is. That this boy won't truly experience what everyone takes for granted. Her throat tightens, the back of her eyes sting.

"-I'm the warden … and this is Nanba your new home."

The child cocks his little head, eyes brimming with confusion. His lips move but no sounds come out. He blinks once, then twice. Face crumbling, as a hand shakily goes to his throat. The grief he exudes is so raw that Momo has to restrain herself from throwing her arms around him.

In a long composed breath she says. "Officer bring me a small white board and a marker."

She doesn't dare look away from the boy, her tenderness growing to an impossible size. "Don't worry. There are always alternatives, if talking is too hard right now."

The reassurance makes the boy nod. His little feet shuffle forward, inch after inch. Hesitant. Slow. Brave despite the obvious fear of being burned too many times. Until trembling fingers wrap around her own.

He curls into her. Like this is the first time he's ever experienced someone safe. Bitterly she thinks, that she probably is.

He's concernedly bony against her thigh. Momoko will have to get in touch with the medical team's nutritionist, have her forward a meal plan to the old chef.

The whiteboard and marker is deposited into her hand in record time, pride swells in her chest at the efficiency.

The boy for the first time since she's seen him lights up. His tight fists unfurl from the gown, with the marker in hand shaky letters are slowly produced on the handheld board.

J-h JYUUGO.

"That's a wonderful name, Jyuugo. It's nice to meet you. Say can I call you, Yuu-chan? I think it's such a cute nickname!"

Jyuugo's eyes widen for a fraction of a second, and then slowly nods.

Momo lights up, she smiles just a tad wider.

"C'mon I'll show you, your super cool room, yeah?"

Yuu-chan's tiny hand wraps around her palm and Momoko knows that irrevocable change has slammed into her life without an ounce of care.

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Hajime shouldn't be surprised that his work ethic landed him a lucky break. Suddenly, his rent doesn't look so daunting. Building 13 has previously been erected a month prior, with new vacancies to fill.

So, he was more than a little speechless and equally terrified when Warden Hyakushiki personally handed him, his raise that came with his subsequent promotion. Building 13 Supervisor; Hajime Sugoroku. It still sounds so … surreal in his head.

On a more peculiar note … no inmates have been transferred to his unit … He's essentially been patrolling an empty building and filling out the according paperwork to the T. Mitsuru had told him that this was something along the lines of a test run. Stating that "The Warden's just easing him into the process."

A gloved hand pinches the bridge of his nose, the elevator dings to a stop. Hajime wonders what he's called into headquarters for. His brow raises as he enters conference room 9. Building supervisors 3, 4, and 5 are sitting in the designated high-backed office chairs.

The pheasant is the first one to pipe up. "Ah, so you've been summoned as well Hajime? Any ideas to why?"

Hajime blinks, his finger straightening out his tie. "No more than all of you do." He replies.

A loud scoff fills the room. "Ha! Leave it to the stupid gorilla to give such a dullen response!" The monkey sneers, hands resting behind his capped head, with his boots carelessly on the table.

A vein pops in Hajime’s forehead, In a sure stride he swiftly puts the shorter in a choke hold.

"Who are you calling a 'stupid gorilla' you damn monkey!" He growls out, twisting the other man's arm behind his back. Samon let's out a pained yelp-

Hajime and Samon's squabble proves to be entertaining to Kiji at least. Kenshirou sighs, sipping his tea. "Enough you two. Warden Hyakushiki will explain all in due time."

"Are you mocking me!?" Hajime and Samon roar in unison.

Kenshirou pinches the bridge of his nose, and counts to 4. Kiji chuckles softly at his friend's exasperation. Leave it to the dog to state the obvious.

"You kids are gonna give us grey hair." He remarks, amusement lacing through his tired tone.

"Who are you calling kids!" The two younger supervisors exclaim once more.

A knock-

The door swings open to reveal their grim faced Warden. Hajime and Samon are both seated, hands clasped neatly together, uniforms immaculate.

Warden Hyakushiki greets them with a terse nod, with four manila folders in the crook of her elbow. She moves to the head of the table in long purposeful strides. "Gentlemen, thank you for joining me on such … a short notice."

Kiji tilts his head in acknowledgement, and rather bluntly asks. "Warden Hyakushiki, what troubles you?"

Samon chokes, a blood vessel popping. His fists slam against the table. "Oi, Pheasant! Don't speak so casually to our Superior!"

Kiji ignores his junior, yellow eyes never wavering from the Warden's iron gaze. Kenshirou raises a brow, but doesn't comment on the tactless way building three's supervisor speaks.

Hajime says nothing, he doesn't have enough under his belt, to even consider scolding his senior officer. Choosing to instead focus on the Warden's troubled eyes.

"Whatever it is Warden. We're here to serve you and Nanba prison." He blurts it out rather thoughtlessly. The distress cracking under her calm facade, makes him think of Hitoshi at that moment.

She flashes him a small tired smile.

"Thank you Supervisor Sugoroku. Your kind words warm my heart. I ask for your discretion gentlemen. This manner of discussion is to be kept under-wraps, even from the rest of our subordinates." Warden Hyakushiki says, passing around manila folders.

Hajime expects an inmate file … he expects to lock eyes with a hardened glare, a smarmy grin, a lewd gesture- not wide terrified eyes of a little boy.

His stomach churns at the first sentence.

"Subject 15" deemed unsuitable for release into civil society.

"His name is Jyuugo. He's estimated to be 6 years old, and the only way he communicates is through a whiteboard. He is not a criminal, but he is a prisoner all the same. He can never leave the grounds of Nanba." Warden Hyakushiki looks pained when she states these facts.

Hajime glances at the others, Kiji looks poised to kill, his yellow eyes reading over the material at a rapid pace. Kenshirou's mask of neutrality has slipped, a clenched jaw, and furrowed brows paint his features as he flips to the next page. Samon looks ill, the color has drained from his skin, eyes wide and horror stricken. Hajime feels what that monkey looks like, his stomach ties in knots.

Kenshirou is the first to speak after a long bout of silence. "Warden if I may?"

Ms. Hyakishiki inclines her head.

The dog clears his throat, his hands clasping together on the table. "How is our knowing anyway beneficial to this young boy? We are prison guards, ma'am. We have no previous knowledge of childcare."

No one denies what building four's supervisor says. Because he's absolutely right.

The warden for the first time today, has light twinkling in her eyes, a slow scrawling grin spreads across her features. "You're correct. All your promotions start tomorrow gentlemen, with tripled salaries, extra health benefits, larger housing, and mandatory 2 year classes. Supervisor Sugoroku please stay behind, as for the rest of you dismissed."

Hajime’s brain stops working, he doesn't even look up to see who pats his shoulder. The room is cleared out to quickly for his liking, he hates scrambling to gather his wits.

The door shuts behind them with a soft click. Hajime swallows down his initial terror.

"Ms. Hyakushiki what can I do for you?"

"Jyuugo will be placed in your unit. Building 13 has gone through extensive remodeling as we speak. The child will have his own floor away from the prisoners, as well as access to all the facilities amenities and an allowance. Speech therapy and primary schooling will start two weeks from now."

Hajime gives a slow nod. This is all expected of Nanba. What bothers him is how heavy the woman's shoulders are set, how her hands imperceptibly tremble, how her eyes line with grief.

"Warden, forgive me for my rudeness … but are you alright?"

Momoko runs a hand down her face. "Pardon me, supervisor … do you have …" Her lips tremble.

"Children?" Hajime guesses, his tone takes on a quieter note.

"Yes." The warden breathes out.

"No, ma'am I don't. But I did raise my little brother." Hajime replies, earnestly. He thinks of all those sleepless nights working odd jobs, just to put some food on the table. How Hitoshi's eyes would light up at a microwave dinner. How despite the hardship, Hajime would do it all over again just see his brother grow up.

Momo nods, that statement eases some of her worries. Her thumb runs over the side of her hand. This behavior is unacceptable, this conversation should be cut short-

Momoko is tired. She is terrified of hurting this child further.

"I- He has no family. His DNA has been ran through every base, there are no matches. He's …"

"Alone." Hajime scrubs his eyes. Something aches in his chest.

"Yes. Alone." Warden Hyakushiki quietly admits. "I'm pondering … if I- Maybe I could …"

"Adoption? Kid must be a charmer if he has you wrapped around his finger already." He blurts out his thought rather shamelessly, heat flares up his neck-

Momo bursts into sudden laughter, she covers her mouth with a hand, crimson eyes crinkle-

It's warm, softer than he expected … almost gentle.

Hajime grows warmer, his cheeks take on a crimson hue. Something shifts in that very second, like his eyes are finally seeing a whole painted masterpiece. He opens his mouth to apologize or to say she's beautiful-

"Thank you." Momoko cuts him off, sincerity thick in her voice.

Hajime nods, swallowing his stupidity, and the fluttering thumping against his ribcage. "When can I meet him?"

The woman lights up, elation plain on her face. "Ah! Today if you could. Yuu-chan's a little shy with new people, but I'm sure he'll warm up to you in no time. He's a very curious little boy and he's surprisingly good at spelling."

"I see." Looks like adoption's on the table indefinitely.

Hajime and Momoko ride the monorail system back to building 13, the silence that falls between them is … comfortable. Passing officers bow to show respect, but no one bothers them. It's a relief just as much as it is nerve wracking, with these new unguarded feelings growing inside his chest.

A ding and the automated announcer tells them their stop. Stepping off into his home-turf is a solace Hajime has never taken for granted. Jyuugo's quarters are on the second floor, partitioned off like a typical Japanese style home. A guard stands near the sofa, ramrod straight, with his arms behind his back, and a circle of building blocks heaped around his feet. He bows to their Warden, ruffles Jyuugo's hair, and swiftly takes his leave.

Jyugo is small and far too thin for Hajime's liking. The boy clutches a small whiteboard to his chest with one hand, and in the other is a black stuffed cat he drags along with enthusiasm. He rushes towards Momoko when his eyes land on her.

Warden's eyes crinkle with a gentleness Hajime doesn't expect but he finds it rather befitting. She bends down and scoops the child up like he was always meant to be there.

"Do you like your new home?" Momoko asks, her hand brushing a wayward strand of hair out of his face. The boy nods, eyes lighting up as he proudly shows off his stuffed cat.

"Oh? A new friend? What's his name?"

Jyuugo practically vibrates in her arms, his excitement palpable. Hajime admits it's … endearing how focused Jyuugo gets when he's writing down his answer.

KUU

Momo coos, fondness seeping through her tone. "Hello Kuu, it's very nice to meet you." She makes it a point to shake Kuu's paw. Jyuugo nods his head approvingly.

"Yuu-chan I'd like you to meet my friend," Warden motions to Hajime. He blinks in surprise, when the kid reaches for him with open arms. Hajime amusedly huffs under his breath, but indulges the child nonetheless. He's light in his arms and still so small. "This is Hajime, He's gonna be watching over you from now on. Okay?"

Jyuugo gives a minuscule nod, he tries to rub the tiredness out of his eyes, but sleep inevitably wins. His head lolls against Hajime's shoulder, mismatched eyes drooping.

Warden palm rubs over the child's back, tenderness thick in her gaze. "I'll leave you to it, Supervisor." She murmurs.

Hajime nods.

Warden Hyakushiki strides to the elevator and pauses.

"-And Hajime?"

Breath gets caught in his throat. "Yes?"

Momoko turns, kindness lines her visage. "Tell me if you want to sign some forms as well."

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Tsk, adoption forms … ridiculous. He just met the kid! It doesn't matter if the boy's snuggled against his chest, Jyuugo's small face tucked into the crook of his neck, like Hajime can fend off every monster that conjures in the boy's mind.

In slow strides he eases aside every shoji door, kitchen, bathroom, storage closet, and two bedrooms. He steps into the first bedroom, which is obviously meant for Jyuugo. A colorful toy chest is tucked into the right corner, next to it is a blue play tent stuffed with pillows, underneath is a plush rug that extends down the "play area". Hajime moves to the left, where a traditional yellow futon lies. Jyuugo's out cold when Hajime tucks him into the warm bedding. The whiteboard is placed beside his bed and Kuu is tucked into the boy's arms.

Jyuugo curls into his blanket, his face pressing against his stuffed cat's side. Hajime is struck again with how tiny the boy truly is … how helpless any child would be in the same situation Jyuugo so luckily survived. Logically he knows these facts … But seeing Jyuugo, so very tiny Jyuugo, live through something so perverse and inhumane …

He should call Hitoshi tonight, check up on him and his studies.

Hajime shuts the door gently behind him, with his cell in hand. He sits on the plush living room couch and calls his brother. All it takes is two rings and Hitoshi's jovial voice crackles to his ear.

"Brother! I'm so happy you called! Are you eating enough? Getting enough sleep? Don't overwork yourself, Okay?"

Hajime huffs, fondness seeping into his tone. "That's my line you brat."

Hitoshi laughs, and Hajime can tell he's grinning through the phone. "It's late. Is something troubling you?" Hitoshi asks, voice softening into something painfully worried, just shy of tentativeness.

Hajime grimaces, running a hand down his tired face. Leave it to his little brother to read him so easily. "I got a promotion."

"Oh? Congrats brother!" Hitoshi exclaims, his tone suddenly shifts to that worried note Hajime detests. "You … You don't sound happy. What's wrong, Hajime?"

"Classified kiddo. All you need to do is focus on your studies, got it?"

Hitoshi sighs, in dejection. "Crystal. Love you, brother."

Hajime allows himself a small private smile, he can just imagine the pout Hitoshi has. "I love you too. Take care of yourself."

"Hmph, that's my line." Hitoshi sasses, before the line cuts dead.

Hajime snorts, fondly shaking his head. His communicator crackles at the side of his hip. Mitsuru's amused voice rings through the air. Great another headache. "Sooo, how's that new promotion treating you-"

"Don't fucking finish your sentence." Hajime hisses, a vessel popping in his forehead.

"-Dad~" Mitsuru cackles, as Hajime pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath.

"I will strangle you. Why is it always me you antagonize?"

"Uh-, first off stop thinking your special, I antagonize everyone equally! Second because you're my favorite best friend, Hajime." Mitsuru playfully declares.

"I'm your only best friend, moron." Hajime deadpans, eyes wandering to Jyuugo's bedroom door. "-And pipe down, the kid just got settled."

"Fine. Ruin my fun. Geez." Mitsuru says, blowing a raspberry.

"Has anyone told you, you're the most insufferable asshole in existence?"

"Takes one to know one, pal. 'Nanba's eyes and ears' snarks. "-Now tell me … how are things progressing with Momo-chan~" Mitsuru drawls out, Hajime can imagine his suggestive brow wiggle in emphasis.

"Ms. Hyakushiki and I have a. Strictly. Professional. Relationship." Hajime grounds out, fist clenching, knuckles turning white.

"Mhmm, tell that to the goo-goo eyes you were making when she laughed."

"Piss off!" Hajime roars, his fist snaps the radio into pieces. His anger vanishes instantaneously, eyes nervously darting to the boys bedroom door.

He waits for the sound of shuffling, and when Hajime hears none, the breath that he's been holding comes out as a long-tired sigh. Perhaps he should retire as well …

His gaze fixes upon the second bedroom, no use in heading towards the guard office. What happens if the kid wakes up in the middle of the night? He can't leave a child alone in good conscience. Plus the guard office is on the 13th floor- It's counterintuitive, Jyuugo is the only "prisoner" here.

Hajime frowns. The warden's voice rings in his ears. "He is not a criminal, but he is a prisoner all the same. He can never leave the grounds of Nanba."

He doesn't get paid enough to question his higher-ups, unease settles into his stomach like a brick. Yep, time for bed.

Hajime finds that the second bedroom has plenty of freshly laundered uniforms inside a walk in closet, a mahogany desk, two night stands, a king sized bed, and an adjacent master bathroom.

Looks like he set. Toiletries, casual clothes, and nightwear are all provided. As expected of Nanba.

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Jyuugo blinks awake, Kuu is right beside him. Kuu is a good friend, he was looking out for those scary white-coats. Jyuugo doesn't like them, they're really mean! They only call him "subject 15", and they poke him with a lot of needles, and they're scary when they yell.

… but no one is yelling at Jyuugo now. Momo had said that no white-coat guys will find him here, and that's good. Momo is very nice, she holds Jyuugo, and calls him by his name. Jyuugo believes her, someone nice like Momo won't lie. Lying is bad. Lying only comes from Pointy Ears and Scar Man.

Momo says she's "The Warden", Jyuugo doesn't know what that means, but it sounds super-duper important. She said that building 13 is now his home, and 13 sounds reaaaly big. So that must mean that it's super awesome!

Jyuugo hasn't had a home since mama, at least that's what Pointy Ears said. He told Jyuugo that everyone has a mama and a daddy, but his mama and daddy didn't want him because he was bad … that's what Pointy Ears told him. Jyuugo didn't mean to be bad! He'll say sorry, even if he doesn't remember what he was bad for …

Jyuugo rubs at his eyes and sniffles. Crying is for babies! And he's a big boy! Jyuugo shouldn't cry.

The door slides open.

"Jyuugo? Hey, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

It's Hajime, Momo's friend. He's in his black clothes like yesterday. Jyuugo doesn't want to spell right now. All he does know, is that he's very sad that his mama and daddy don't want him.

Hajime sighs, scooping him and Kuu up in his big arms. Jyuugo likes Hajime because he's Momo's friend and he holds Jyuugo and rocks him. It's nice. He likes Hajime a lot, even if he does have a scary face.

"They can't hurt you. No one can now, you're safe, kiddo." Hajime murmurs, his big hand runs up and down Jyuugo's back.

Jyuugo likes how he can hide in the crook of Hajime's neck, how everything sad and scary goes away, when the man hums lowly.

Jyuugo wishes his voice worked … but it stopped when Scar Man was the one to give his check up instead of the white-coats.

Hajime's hand ruffles through his hair. "That's it, no more tears. We got a big day ahead of us. C'mon lets freshen up."

Jyuugo eyes Hajime curiously, head tilting in question.

Jyuugo's small hands make big waves in the warm water. Turns out "freshen up" means water time! Jyuugo loves water time, if the white-coats said he was good enough he'd get water time- even if it was cold, Jyuugo liked making big waves.

Hajime has thrown his black jacket on top of a big basket, his sleeves are hiked up, and he's currently telling Jyugo to tilt his head back. Jyuugo does as he's told even if he really wants to splash. He doesn't want water time to end. One time he didn't listen to a white-coat and they pulled him out of the tub and dragged him to the bad cell. Jyuugo doesn't like the bad cell, it's cold, dark, and smells funny.

Hajime doesn't do any of that, just tells him to be careful with getting soap in his eyes. Kuu is sitting on the sink, Hajime said that Kuu's a cat and cats don't like water, that's why he doesn't join Jyuugo for water time. Jyuugo didn't know that, Hajime's really smart.

Jyuugo's home is reaaally big and tall! Hajime had set him on his shoulders and now they're walking, now Jyuugo can see everything Hajime's seeing!

Beforehand they had stopped at a place Hajime called "Mess Hall" it had a lot of tables and benches. And it was really empty! But there was a really old guy who made a tasty meal for Jyuugo! He's really happy it wasn't the yuck porridge because yuck porridge is gross.

Anyway Hajime is walking-

A voice snarls out.

"Oi! Damn Gorilla! Put your paperwork in the right folder will ya!"

Jyuugo turns his head, a short orange and green haired guy stalks up to Hajime. He's all huffy and has a funny tail! Jyuugo likes his funny tail!

"Shut up monkey! And watch your mouth around the kid!" Hajime snaps, glowering at building's five supervisor.

Samon reaches up and yanks Hajime down by his tie. "Man fuck your kid!"

Jyuugo blinks, he points straight at the funny man. His mouth moves on its own, voice coming out raspy from disuse. "S- Sho- Short M-Monkey!"

The monkey man chokes, and makes a funny face! He goes all red like a tomato! Hajime barks out a laugh and does something with his one finger.

Samon has multiple veins protruding from his forehead, he shrieks-. "YOU LITTLE SHI-"

Hajime does a super strong punch! And off the silly monkey man goes crashing out of the building.

Jyuugo thinks it's only right to wave bye-bye, he was such a silly monkey guy. "B-Bye-Bye!" Jyuugo calls out, but his throat gets all scratchy and itchy, and he starts coughing.

"Alright kid, that's enough words for today." Hajime says, maneuvering Jyuugo so he's in his arms once more. Jyuugo agrees his throat is really sore now. Ouch.

Hajime must find that guy really funny because he laughs all the way to "Med Wing".

Jyuugo thinks Med Wing is pretty scary, but then an older guy and his wife gave him a piece of magic candy! Now his throat is all better! Jyuugo is sitting on a really weird soft bed, while Hajime and the 'doctor' discuss boring grown up stuff.

Jyuugo doesn't really care about that because Kuu is with him, and Kuu is simply the best.

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Jyuugo likes his new home a lot! He sleeps in a warm bed and Kuu is always beside him. Hajime does a ton of gross grown up work on the couch. There's huge stacks of paperwork that fill the coffee table along with a laptop Jyuugo's not allowed to touch.

Momo hasn't come by today, which makes Jyuugo really sad … he likes seeing Momo. Hajime tells him that Momo's super busy cuz she's 'The Warden' and that's reaaally important. Jyuugo thinks that's dumb, he even told Hajime that 'Jyuugo and Momo time' was more important!

Hajime's silly! He only laughed before ruffling Jyuugo's hair, frankly stating. "Your mom's busy, brat. Running Nanba isn't a laughing matter, y'know? Now go play with Kuu."

Jyuugo hadn't known Momo was his mama! Does that mean Hajime's his daddy? Jyuugo thinks that he'd be a nice daddy … Hajime doesn't yell at Jyuugo when he's upset, and when Jyuugo asks questions he never calls him a dummy like Pointy Ears. He holds Jyuugo when he's scared, and he reads him cool bedtime stories.

Jyuugo fidgets with his whiteboard marker, peeking a glance towards Hajime's way. Maybe he can ask him? Hajime sighs into his palms, as his open mailbox dings again.

Jyuugo thinks maybe later … Hajime mutters something about a 'cigarette'. He's really busy. Maybe Jyuugo and Kuu can play outside! He can show Kuu the super cool rock! It's cool because it's giant!

"Gonna go play, 'jime!" Jyuugo calls out, with Kuu dangling in his arms. Hajime grunts and when Hajime grunts it means he heard Jyuugo.

His feet pitter-patter across the living room, he wonders if his super secret superpower still works … Jyuugo hopes it does, he really wants to play outside with Kuu. He stretches on his tip-toes and taps the door handle with his special power.

The door slacks open, the well oiled hinges don't make a sound. Jyuugo takes one last glance at Hajime, who's totally engrossed in his icky grown up stuff, and skips out to the hall.

Jyuugo totally knows where he's going … even if the hallways look way different when he's alone. He's sure he just has to take another turn or two? Kuu says their lost …

"No not lost." He murmurs to Kuu, clutching the plushie tighter to his chest. Jyuugo's confident he knows his way across- Aha! He was right! The door's right there! Silly Kuu, he knew where he was going this whole time.

His palm smacks against the metal door, and it 'whooshes' open with a beep, and a green flash.

Curiously he peaks his head out …

Whoa! It's a big platform and it has a sparkly green train! That doesn't have any wheels, hmm- Oh! Maybe it's a magic train!

Kuu tells him that this isn't the cool rock he promised. Jyuugo stiffens, Kuu's right … This isn't the cool rock place, this is a magic sparkle train.

"Show Kuu next time?" Jyuugo asks, hoping his friend isn't too mad, he doesn't want Kuu to hate him. If Kuu does it'd make Jyuugo reaaally sad, and he might cry, and crying is for babies.

Kuu tells him he's being silly, that Jyuugo's his best friend therefore he could never hate him. That makes Jyuugo feel relieved, He steps onto the platform and runs towards the open subway doors.

It's super-duper big, and really empty! There's a lot of benches, and weird metal poles that he likes to spin around, and around, and around-

Uh-oh … everything's spinney now, Kuu says that he should sit down, Jyuugo thinks that's a good idea. So Jyuugo goes to sit down on one of the comfy benches, after a while his spinney vision goes still.

Jyuugo kicks his feet as a ladies voice comes out of nowhere proclaiming that their destination is "Headquarters". Which sounds fancy, Jyuugo wonders if Momo's there, then he can ask her if she's his mama now.

The train halts to a stop, the automated doors 'whooshing' open with a ding. Jyuugo picks up Kuu and heads out, there are a lot of grown ups walking around, wearing the same thing as Hajime and Monkey Man. They give him funny looks when passing by, but otherwise don't talk to him.

It's scary, headquarters has a lot of people, and Jyuugo doesn't see Momo anywhere.

"!"

A flash of something red and white catches his attention-

It's Monkey Man's tail! He's walking towards another magic train. Jyuugo doesn't know where Momo is … maybe that silly Monkey guy can help him out. Jyuugo runs, and runs, and runs until his hand clasps around the wiggling appendage. That silly monkey guy doesn't seem to notice, in fact he doesn't look up from the clipboard he's been writing on. Jyuugo thinks that's fine, there's been too many people staring at him anyway.

The train ride is quicker than the last one, Jyuugo matches the man's strides as they exit the carriage and go up these cool moving stairs. Then they're at this big building that says 5 on it. Jyuugo thought since 5 is smaller than 13 this place would be tiny! But apparently it's the same size as his home.

The huge wooden doors to building five creak open with a big thud, Monkey Man strides further in, and Jyuugo follows along completely engrossed in the sprawling gardens.

An awe filled "Whoa!" escapes him, suddenly Monkey Man jolts and twists around with big saucer eyes and a big gaping mouth-

"WHAT THE FUCK! WHEN DID YOU- HOW DID YOU- NAUGHTY! THAT'S FUCKING NAUGHTY!" Monkey Man shrieks, snatching Jyuugo up by the collar and glaring daggers at him.

Monkey Man continues shouting, with growing veins popping out of his forehead. "I SHOULD PUT YOU OVER MY KNEE, SQUIRT! HOW'D YOU ESCAPE BUILDING 13?!" He demands.

Jyuugo fidgets with Kuu's paw, his eyes start to sting. He wasn't naughty, was he? All he wanted was to go play and then ask Momo if she was his mama …

Samon is rightfully aghast and furious! Doesn't that damn gorilla keep tabs on this runt? He's Sugoroku's only prisoner for crying out loud- Like what the fuck?!

Jyuugo starts to get all teary-eyed, his bottom lip wobbles, and he clutches his stuffed toy cat like a lifeline. A small part of Samon does feel terrible for yelling, but the other more sensible part says he should go through with his empty threat. These were some of the most dangerous criminals in the world … the thought of them encountering this little boy …

A chill runs up his spine, a whole new wave of terror spikes through his gut.

Samon swallows down bile, takes a deep breath, and pulls him to his chest. Calm down, calm down, he can do this- Fuck, how did gramps talk to him again? Scratch that gramps was awful with kids-

"I'm sorry I yelled, Jyuugo. But what you did was very dangerous and that scared me. You can't go running around here all willy-nilly, kid. A lot of people live here besides yourself, and some are … really bad guys. So, don't do something like this again, ya'hear? There will be consequences if you do."

Jyuugo lets out a hiccuping sob, nodding remorsefully. "O-Okay. Sor-Sorry."

Samon eyes softens, his gloved thumb swiping away the child's tear tracks. "Oi, Dry your eyes, squirt. I ain't mad, I promise."

Chapter Text

Are kids always this light? Should he be concerned? Shit! Has he eaten? Does he nap at this age? Arrrg! He'll kill that damn Gorilla!

Samon shoves all his panic questions aside in favor of making horrifically awkward small talk.

"Sooo, uh- What were you doing out here?" Nailed it.

Jyuugo's head tilts, wide eyes lighting up. "Was gonna play outside with Kuu, near the cool rock place! But then we found this magic train and it took us to headquarters, I thought Momo was there, cuz it sounded fancy but she wasn't."

Samon blinks, looks like the whiteboard wasn't needed for long. On another note Jyuugo knows Warden Hyakushiki personally … Hmph, so she's taken a shine to the brat, huh? It wasn't hard to figure out … not with that detailed debriefing, but confirmation is nice all the same.

"Why were you looking for our Warden?" Samon asks, his curiosity peeked.

Jyuugo beams, his small arms flap around wildly, with Kuu being swung in the air. "Oh! Hajime said that Momo was my mama! So I wanted to ask her!"

The monkey sweat-drops, well that explains those child development books stacked on her desk. She's taking this role rather seriously … Not that he can particularly blame her, Jyuugo's a cute well-meaning kid from the looks of it.

But their Warden juggling motherhood on top of her responsibilities to Nanba? Samon wants to laugh at the absurdity, yet by the quick glance he made today … those adoption forms in the middle of her desk. It tells him all he needs to know.

Tch- Samon Gokuu has always been proud of his service in Nanba, but he admits that the isolation and brutality he's desensitized too, wouldn't make him a very good partner. Most guards are married before they join the force …

… Still it would be nice to raise a family. Have someone to love and cherish even when things get tough.

Jyuugo's head lolls against Samon's chest, the boy starts humming off-key.

"If the Warden's your mama, then who's your papa?" The thought comes unbidden, Samon doesn't even realize he says it out loud before it's too late.

Jyuugo frowns in response, his brows pinch together. "Maybe Hajime? I don't know … I don't have a daddy."

Samon scoffs, Sugoroku seriously? He can't even keep track of the twerp. The second part of the kid's sentence sits with him though. Enki is his older brother … and he doesn't even acknowledge Samon's existence. It's a stupid thought to entertain … but what happens if Jyuugo asks and- and Hajime denies, declines, and laughs.

That gorilla isn't Enki he knows that, but Hajime's always been an egotistical selfish prick, he sees the job as just his job, to put his feelings on the line would compromise his position.

Samon knows without a doubt that Hajime Sugoroku would do anything to maintain his livelihood, a kid would never be in the cards. Maybe he's wrong, maybe he's looking for things that don't exist, maybe Sugoroku will step up to the plate.

One thing is for sure, he's not leaving this kid alone.

Certainty steels in his chest like a promise. "Hey kid," Jyuugo looks up, eyes so wide and innocent. "-Add me to your list." The boy's eyes crinkle, joy so boundless echoes through his laughter.

Samon Gokuu has never regretted this moment.

Hajime shuffles the last of his paperwork for the day. He takes a quick glance at the time, already 3 o' clock, huh?

Hajime cracks his neck, and glances towards Jyuugo's bedroom. Hmph, must be the kid tuckered himself out. It's not the first time Hajime's found him curled up in his tent.

The computer shuts with a soft click, and the shoji slides open. Jyuugo should be-

Empty.

Hajime takes a deep breath, this isn't the first time the brat has fallen asleep in his toy chest, bedding closet, even on the bathroom rug once …

He checks everything with methodical precision, tallying off hiding spots on his mental checklist.

Nothing. What the-

He heads out the bathroom, his gaze finally landing on the haphazardly open front door.

Hajime's hands shake, his stomach drops, beads of sweat dot his temples. His radio's in his hand-

"Mitsuru." He says slowly, voice almost wavering. "-Where the fuck is my brat?"

"What?"

"Jyuugo's gone."

Mitsuru scoffs, unease pitching through his tone. "Honestly Hajime, that's ridicu-" He doesn't finish his sentence, Hajime can hear the blinding tap-tap-tap of Micchan's fingers against the key-system. Mitsuru pauses, his voice coming out slow and sober. "- Answer me honestly. Did you lock the door?"

Rage flares through Hajime’s chest, he snarls, snapping his teeth. "Of course I did!" How can that loudmouth suggest such a thing! Hajime knows children have a tendency to wander if given the chance.

"I think Yuu-chan's been hiding something from all of us. Cuz the kid bypassed all security measures with just a touch," Mitsuru says, his tone suddenly serious. "I'm not shitting you, Hajime. I have the security feed right here."

Hajime pinches the bridge of his nose, takes a deep breath and recollects himself. Great! Just great! His kid's an automatic 'get out of jail' free card. Wonderful. "Okay, okay. Just tell me where he is now."

The tap-tap-taps continue and suddenly 'Tsuru gasps, a thrilled shriek echoing off the walls. "No Way! Hahaha- Hajime~ Looks like you got competition!"

Hajime jaw clenches, he wills himself not to crush another radio. "Tell me what's going on before I kill you."

"Looks like Saru's making a life altering decision, without even thinking it through. Ahhh, classic Saru~"

"Mitsuru. Now."

"Samon's taking the kid to headquarters-"

"FOR WHAT!?"

"You haven't heard? Geez, your slow Hajime. Momo-chan's filling adoption paperwork as we speak, and there's a couple extra to spare apparently the more guardians Yuu-chan has at Nanba, the more willing the bigwigs are just to leave him here." Mitsuru says.

Hajime scoffs, already tearing down the hallway. "Uppity Pricks! Where would they take the kid anyway?"

Mitsuru goes unnervingly silent, and when he does speak he hisses the word out like poison. "Termination."

Air leaves his lungs, terror grips his heart so hard he fears it might burst out of his chest. Termination- He's a little boy! Jyuugo's a little boy! He- He's Hajime's. Their planning on-

No! Not his boy. Not Jyuugo. Not his little boy-

Hajime doesn't remember the ride to headquarters but apparently he broke the record for fastest guard.

Samon hums to himself as he saunters to the last security measure, that allows him to enter the guard room adjacent to the Warden's office.

Jyuugo pipes up, from his shoulders, tiny legs kicking out joyfully. "Papa wanna see something cool! I can open this door with my super secret superpower!"

Samon snorts, but otherwise indulges his squirt. "Go for it kid, but i'm telling you now, papa's the only one with the answers." He says, not expecting Jyuugo to excitedly lean forward and smack the door-

"Open sesames!"

The monkey cackles, Okay he'll admit that was pretty cute-

The door dings, the screen flashes green, an automated voice rings in his ears 'Approved'.

Jyuugo puffs out his chest, proudly beaming with Kuu in his arms. "I told you I could."

Samon blinks, the door slides open, he can hear the pheasant crowing and the dog grunting-

This is how his brat escaped? What the-

He wastes no time striding towards Warden Hyakushiki's office, only to be obstructed by a noisy bird.

"Aww, Inu-chan! Look, he's even cuter in person!" Kiji gushes, fondly pinching Jyuugo cheeks.

"He-Hello, I'm Jyuugo! This is my friend Kuu and my papa!" He announces.

Samon rolls his eyes, and let's fond exasperation tinge his tone. "Brat, these are my coworkers they already know me."

Jyuugo leans forward eyes wide and sparkling. "But they don't know your my papa!" he exclaims, kicking his legs again.

Kenshirou chuckles under his breath, sliding off the couch to get a better look at the child. He's … small. So very tiny. Far too thin and far too young. It's not the first time he's reminded that the world is so very cruel to children …

Jyuugo's curious gaze lands on him, the boy tilts his head, shyly waving. Without a word the dog strides forward and ruffles black locks. To his surprise Jyuugo's head reaches up as a sunflower does for the bright skies.

Fondness seeps into his chest like a warm golden beam of light, it settles against his ribcage tucks close beside his heart.

"Hmph. I would die for you." He declares, looking straight into Jyuugo's eyes.

Jyuugo gasps, practically vibrating with excitement. "Cool! I have another daddy!"

Samon chokes, he pulls the brat into his arms. "Hey, wait a minute! You can't just assume-"

Kenshirou nods along solemnly. "I'll do my utmost to be the father you need Jyuugo." He ignores Samon's gaping mouth, and Kiji's cackling in favor of patting Jyuugo's head once more.

"Looks like Inu-chan's smitten!" Kiji says, smiling just a tad bit softer. "Anyway what are you doing with Hajime's ward, Saru?"

Tsk- Nosy-ass pheasant! … Would it be so bad to get these two up to speed? Jyuugo opening doors with just a touch, is more than a little problematic …

He could further tarnish Nanba's once spotless record- Samon shakes his head, that's a cruel thought. He shouldn't think of his kid like that.

"Gorilla needed to catch up on some extra paperwork, and asked if I could take the squirt off his hands for a few hours." The lie rolls easily off his tongue.

Kiji hums, eyes shining with a thoughtful light as he checks his nails. "Hmm, how surprisingly civil of you two."

Samon steps aside and b-lines for the warden's door.

Momoko rechecks her form a third time for any errors, finding none she sighs, and sets it aside by an orange folder. Her hands twitch near the crisp pile of blank adoption papers. Her lip trembles. She promised herself she wouldn't cry again … not after Micchan found her so distressed and disheveled.

What can she do? She just can't ask her supervisors to sign adoption forms just for the sake of duty. Parenthood should be a willing choice …

Will her signature be enough to protect Yuu-chan? What happens if they take him away anyway?

The email is still open on her laptop.

Possible termination.

Momo had been beside herself, her stomach sick with terror, that she lost her composure as soon as Mitsuru had jovially greeted her. Momoko had burst into tears just like that, with Micchan rushing over to her in a blind panic.

She couldn't even speak when he asked her what happened. Momoko could only point to that dreaded email. Mitsuru's face had hardened, the only time she had ever seen him so solemn and furious before.

'Tsuru had bent down and stroked her hair, his voice so painfully gentle when he'd promised her he'd figure something out.

Her office door flies open-

Momoka only blinks as Samon strides in, this in itself is not unusual, but the addition of Jyuugo and Kuu make her eyes sting again.

"Warden Hyakushiki, my apologies for the sudden intrusion." Samon says, with a half bow. "Are there any adoption forms left? I'd like to fill one out as soon as possible."

Momo would gasp, but years of keeping a calm composure help mask her sheer awe at the sudden ask. She clears her throat, and straightens in her seat. "None taken. Y-Yes there are plenty, supervisor Gokuu."

Jyuugo wiggles out of Samon's arms and runs into her legs, looking happier than she's ever seen before. "Momo! Momo! I have a question! Hajime said that you were my mama! Are you my mama now?"

Her heart nearly implodes. Momo was so nervous that she hadn't had the courage to bring it up until after the adoption went through.

"I'd be so honored to be your mama, Yuu-chan, but I'll only be if you want me to."

Jyuugo beams, climbing into her lap. "I want you. You're the nicest mama I've ever had!" Jyuugo chirps, wrapping his little arms around her neck. Momo eagerly reciprocates the hug. The weight she's been carrying inside her chest lifts.

To her surprise Kenshirou and Kiji waltz in and follow suit, and now Momo wants to cry again for a happier reason. Just as she hands Kiji his form. Hajime bursts in frantic and panting. Jyuugo hops from her lap to greet him. "Hajime, Hajime- Ow!"

To everyone's surprise Hajime's knuckles mildly thunk against Jyuugo's head. The boy hiccups promptly bursting into crocodile tears.

The supervisors shriek in unison. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU DAMN GORILLA!"

Momo frowns, she'll admit that this is the first time she's ever been displeased with Hajime, but when he bends down and scoops Jyuugo up in his arms, murmuring not to scare him like that again, something in her chest eases.

Hajime straightens up, after Jyuugo's crying has subsided into quiet sniffling. He looks into Momo's eyes with a blinding intensity.

"Is it true? About the higher ups? Would they-"

Momoko closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and nods. "Yes. The email was just sent this morning."

Hajime swallows, his eyes shine, arms wrapping around Jyuugo tighter. "May I see?"

Wordlessly she turns around her laptop. The horror and rage that crosses upon their faces is something that will never be unseen to Momoko. Suddenly she's more grateful for this eccentric group of men, then she once was.

"That's unbelievable! Those bastards!"

"Truly despicable …"

"That's insanity!"

Hajime's quiet voice rings through the air, his hand goes up to cradle a small head. He holds their boy like he's the most precious thing in the universe. "I'm sorry Jyuugo, I'll protect you. I promise, daddy promises."

Yuu-chan curls into Hajime's chest, Kuu in his arms. "Okay daddies and mama. I believe you guys."

Chapter Text

In Conference Room 9:

"Fuck you! I want Friday, Saturday, and Sunday!" Samon snaps, glaring daggers from across the rectangular table, straight towards Hajime.

"In your dreams you damn monkey! I'm not splitting a week with you!" Hajime yells back.

Kiji sighs, fanning his newly painted nails. "Well tough luck you two, Inu-chan and I are splitting the second week."

Hajime turns, a vein about to burst in his forehead. "Who gave you the right damn Pheasant!"

Kenshirou pipes in, with an amused huff, his fingers drumming against a cup of tea. "We're your seniors, brat. That's all the rights we need."

Momoko doesn't even attempt to try and smother her chuckle. Right now she's content to just hold their sleeping Yuu-chan. The adoption forms have all been signed and shipped off as of today. So, she'll have the grueling task of waiting a few weeks for the corresponding response.

Now Momo spends her lunch break discussing custody days with her supervisors, or in her case overseeing the affair. She's positive Micchan's watching right now, recording the most hilarious parts of their outbursts. Jyuugo sleeps soundly in her arms, he's had a highly emotional day. He doesn't so much as twitch when Kiji throws an empty chair at Hajime.

"What did you say to me, you brutish gorilla!"

"Ack- I said your a knock-off, two-bit, dollar store- AH! Fuck off Kiji!" Momo snorts as Kiji breaks another chair on top of Hajime's head.

"Watch your mouth! you good for nothing twerp!" Kiji shrieks, smacking Hajime across his shining bald head.

Kenshirou shakes his head, pouring steaming cups of tea for Samon and Momo. "Honestly Sugoroku should know not to antagonize Kiji be now. He has the worst temper out of all of us." He deadpans, passing tea to both of them.

Samon takes a sip, "I kinda feel bad for the Gorilla, Kiji's running out of chairs, and we all know that he'll resort to using the table next. Like that meeting from two years ago, where Usagi almost kicked the bucket."

Momo hums, inclining her head. "To be fair, he did take some of building 3's inmates without permission. That would warrant a beating of some kind." She says, taking a leisurely sip of her own cup. Ahhh, Ken always made the best tea.

Kenshirou takes out a small box of confections from his pastel haori, and opens the lid of short bread cookies. "I hope you both don't mind the spring addition flavors."

Momo perks up. "Oh! Not at all, personally I think they're all wonderful." She says, picking out a strawberry and cocoa cookie for herself and Jyuugo.

"Cookies? Oh, fuck yeah! thanks, chief." Samon chirps, chomping on a lemon shortbread from the offered box.

The dog nods, noting that Kiji has indeed used the last of the empty chairs. The Pheasant's aura of wrath dissipates just as soon as he steps near Kenshirou.

"Ah! Inu-chan would you be so kind to remove the refreshments and snacks. I'm borrowing this table." He says, clasping his hands joyfully.

Kenshirou nods, not even blinking at his blood splattered friend. "Of course. Also I saved you the triple berry short bread for after your … activities."

"You're always so thoughtful, Inu-chan! Now if you'll excuse me," Kiji lifts the empty heavy metal table up, without breaking a sweat. "-Warden, please take this out of next week's salary."

"Consider it done, but please tone it down just a bit for Yuu-chan."

"Why of course! The little munchkin needs his beauty rest after all." Kiji says, skipping over to Hajime's comically bloody form.

"Oh come on!" Hajime shouts, in exasperation.

CRASH!

BANG!

CRACK!

"Huh, he's holding back quite a lot …" Samon mutters, rolling his chair beside Momo. "Ya think Sugoroku will finally call out uncle?"

Momoko grins, whispering conspicuously to her Saru. "I think he's new enough that he doesn't know it exists."

Samon glances at Kenshirou, who wheels himself at the other side of their Warden. "May I inquire what you two respectable ladies are talking about?"

Momo snorts, she can't hide her giggling when she's holding Jyuugo. Samon scoffs and silently gives him the middle finger.

"He does know about the uncle code right?" Samon asks, taking another gulp of his refreshment.

Kenshirou shrugs, "No. We haven't mentioned it for at least four years," He says, popping a sakura cookie in his mouth. They stare perplexed by his relaxed attitude. "What? I was bored."

Samon almost chokes, a tea-kettle wheeze rising up his throat. "Y-Your devious Inu-san."

"Perhaps … but you do have to admit it's entertaining."

Momo shakes her head, fondness seeping through her tone. "You all are incorrigible, I swear."

Samon smiles, electric green eyes crinkle. "You wouldn't have it any other way."

"No. No I wouldn't."

Chapter Text

Kenshirou Yozakura admits he's been filled with a persistent sense of anticipation ever since buildings 5, 4, 3, and 13 came to agreement about a certain 6 year old.

… All thanks to Kiji's persuasive (violent) ways.

They all agreed that pick up and drop off would be done at headquarters, since his schooling is provided there. Warden had so graciously remodeled each of their building's empty floors to lavish apartments befitting of their personal styles.

He expects no less from their Warden.

Jyuugo comes rushing out of the school house beaming, his little red backpack bounces with each step. "Daddy! Daddy! guess what I did at school today!"

Kenshirou bends down, sweeping up the little boy in his arms. "Oh? What?"

Jyuugo wraps his tiny arms around his neck. "I got to pet a lot of animals today!" He exclaims. "One was really long, like a noodle- but not cuz noodles are limpy and this was hard, and kinda cold."

"A snake?" Kenshirou waves at Mrs. Suzuki, who in turn gives him a thumbs up as she ushers other children to their guard parents.

Kenshirou takes his leave with a swift nod, carrying Jyuugo to their designated platform.

"Yeah! She was really cool!" Jyuugo chirps.

"I see," Inu nods, seating himself on one of the empty benches with Jyuugo on his knee. "Were you good for your teachers?"

"Yeah!" Jyuugo wretches Kuu from his backpack triumphantly.

Kenshirou hides his amused snort with a cough. "Did you eat your apple slices?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I gave them to Kuu so he wouldn't be hungry."

"Kuu was being silly. Did he not tell you I packed him a lunch also."

"No! He didn't! That silly Kuu!"

Kenshirou hums, solemnly. "Indeed. Silly Kuu."

Momo usually doesn't make a habit out of nomikai, but she realizes everyone deserves a hard earned break, so drinks are on her tonight.

Otoshi is placed, mugs clink together, cold amber lagers are washed down, and an assortment of Karaage, Edamame, and Sashimi are whisked around the tables of guards. Her gaze flicks to Hajime who's talking lowly with his new deputy supervisor Tanabata Seitarou. He doesn't spare her a glance.

Hajime's surprisingly distant … She thought that after their talk about Jyuugo … That maybe- Never mind. She can't expect something as frivolous as romance from one of her best supervisors. It would be wrong, she's their superior after all …

Nanba isn't confined to the same social constructs as other correctional facilities though-

Mitsuru gently knocks his shoulder against hers, silently mouthing 'Everything good?'. Momo fondly shakes her head. "It's nothing." She murmurs back, because truly nothing can come from wistfulness.

Samon tries not to stick his nose into other peoples business. (That damn gorilla barely counts as a person) … but Warden Hyakushiki looks- Well sad. Lonely for a lack of better words. Micchan has run off to the karaoke station with Kiji in tow, and without him by her side … No one talks with her.

He frowns, sipping his water. Innori blathers into his ear totally plastered, Prompting Samon to ignore him. His deputy shrugs, turning towards Rokuriki to yap his ear off instead. Samon gives his exasperated underling a two-finger salute and plops beside Momoko.

"How are you?"

"Oh- I'd say good. I'm relieved the new school house is up and running smoothly. It seems placing it in headquarters was a wise decision, we've been getting a lot of positive reviews from parents." Momoko says with a small gratified smile.

Samon nods along. "Easier, since everyone has to pass through it in order to get to the apartments."

"Indeed. Saru?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for coming."

"Anytime boss lady." He tips his hat, and Warden smiles just a tad wider.

Momoko leans her head in her palm, her burgundy cap set aside on the table. "What was it like growing up on the mountains?"

Samon grimaces, unwrapping an unmelting lime popsicle from his pocket. "Boring for the most part, I had no interest in martial arts at first, wanted to be a salesman instead, then I met Enki and the rest was history." He says, eyes flicking towards Momoko's riveted gaze.

… She has pretty eyes.

"What's it like in the city?"

"Structured. We made time for trouble though."

"Oh, so you were a terror? How much lunch money did you steal?"

Momoko laughs. "Not much. Only from the cruel bunch here and there."

"Pheehhh, I don't believe that for a second."

"Your right, it was everyday. I'd punch them otherwise."

Samon snorts, a genuine cackle rising up his chest. "Whatcha do with so much change?"

Momoko shrugs, her shoulders going lax. "Gave it back to their victims of course."

Before he knows it, hours pass in a blur, their hungover coworkers are carried away by the "sober" ones. And Momoko and Samon are all who are left. They move to a booth. Samon learns that her favorite color is pink, she has an extensive brooch collection, and an undying love for Mitarashi dongo. She's surprisingly sweet, sensitive, and incredibly proud of their child.

Samon can't help but open his big mouth. "You're beautiful." Samon says honestly.

Momo's breath hitches, she's no stranger to compliments, yet those words feel like they encompass more than just her looks. Like Samon's truly looking at her as Momoko rather than Warden Hyakushiki.

"I- Thank you." Heat rushes to her cheeks. Heart leaping against her ribcage, how odd … she can't say it's unwelcomed. "Can I ask you something Saru?"

Samon leans back in their booth, his hands clasping behind his head. "Anything."

"How come you always stay the longest?" Momoko asks, head tilting in curiosity.

"Eh? Oh, I like getting to know you, that's all," Samon props his chin in a gloved hand, brows furrowing as his voice takes on a quieter note. "-Not gonna lie this job's pretty isolating, and I know I'm no Micchan … but I hope we're friends."

Momo's eyes soften. Oh Saru, her dependable, hot-headed Saru. How could he not see? Has she really never told him?

"I'm sorry … if I've never said it out loud, but you and Micchan are perhaps my only friends," She breathes, her bare fingers gliding over the precipitation beading down her chilled mug of lager. It's lonely she'll admit, she had been so focused on her career, that Momo had never thought twice of something as trivial as dating or friendship until it was too late. "I believe everyone's quite afraid of me otherwise."

"Ah, so what? Your aura's a little intense, it's those idiots loss, Mo- Boss." Samon's cheeks take on a rosy hue, he coughs awkwardly into his fist.

Momo can't help but let out a genuine laugh, Samon looks really cute when he's embarrassed. "You can call me Momo, Samon we're friends after all."

Samon gulps, his blush turning luminescent. "H-Hey, what made you want to adopt squirt so bad? … It just seemed out of the blue."

"Oh! That's easy. I have always wanted a family, ya'know? But I admit … I have sort of a one track mind, so when my career took off all I did was work … It seems so silly to admit it, I've always wanted to be married."

Samon hums, his fingers drumming against his thigh. "I don't think that's silly … I envy the men who build their families around this place. I always wanted a lot of brats running around the yard … and a wife to share a life with …"

They both take a moment to digest the other's words. The silence that follows is …. surprisingly peaceful.

Momoko breaks it with a shy smile. "Can I tell you something embarrassing?" Samon blinks at her and before he can open his mouth, she blurts out. "I've never been on a date before. Micchan calls me a hapless virgin, the absolute jerk."

Saru's eyes widened, he cackles so hard he starts wheezing, arms pressing around his stomach, tail swinging. "I- I'm so- so sorry! Hahaha! I-I ju-just find that hard to believe!"

"It's true!" Momo throws her arms in the air exasperated. "-Ugghh, when 'Tsuru found out he shrieked at the top of his lungs exactly like this. 'YO! YO! YO! MOMO-CHAN'S NEVER HAD A BOYFRIEND! EVERYBODY LISTEN! SHE'S NEVER BEEN ON A DATE!' I thought reception could hear him! It was so mortifying, I almost put in my resignation letter!"

Samon wheezes, he doubles over with tears in his eyes. Momo can't help but laugh with him, she forgot how much she liked the sound of shared joy.

Their giggling subsides. Samon sips his water, his cheeks hurt from grinning so hard. It's not so lonely talking with a friend. He admits he didn't have any growing up, and it's not for his lack of trying either … children he supposes could be inherently cruel.

His eyes flick to Momo's mouth, gaze zeroing in on full lips. She's gorgeous, painfully so. Samon can see tendrils of glowing pink exuding from her figure. He'd be disgracing his blood line if he couldn't.

Never once has he ever entertained the thought of kissing a girl … Samon has always been playing catch up to Enki. But Enki's in the bowels of Nanba, and Momo looks so very kissable right now. It's wrong to hit on his boss, Samon's diving head first into workplace violations willingly.

"Can- Can I kiss you?"

Momo's face flushes crimson, breath gets stolen from her lungs. No one's ever wanted to kiss her before, there is no thought behind her actions just pure instincts-

She never knew if it was the liquid luck coursing through her veins, or that seed of loneliness begging for rain, but as her lips slot against Saru's … Well, perhaps she was dreaming … but time stopped.

Momo pulls back, like a flash of lightning guilt takes hold of her heart. "I-I I'm so-" Samon cuts her off with another kiss, this one slower than her rushed peck, his hand brushing against her neck. When he pulls away, Momo's eyes are closed, her face flushed, lips parted.

"Momo Hyakushiki let me take you on a date."