Everything for you, Warden!

Amateur Nanbaka roleplay blog for Kenshirou Yozakura, the head Supervisor of building #4 in the prestigious 'Nanba prison', the world's most inpenetrable fortress. AU/OC/meme/canon character shipping friendly.

[dogguarded]

The positive reply was welcome and reassuring. The supervisor used cleaning and other housework as a way to keep his head clear, and there was only so much he could do with just his own appartement and a painful 4-day ban from duty.

Seitarou’s home wasn’t a messy one if what he had seen the first time he’d gone there still held true, but he would make it spotless. If not to relieve Seitarou of some more work, then simply to keep himself from not using his time efficiently.

[🐶🌸☄🐱]: “Then it’s decided, i’ll see what I can do while you’re working. I’ll be making that koi sushi again sometime soon, I tried my first batch real quickly before I went to the Warden, and found it agreeable - I hope you’ll like it too! 😊 I’ll make several different variants next time, experiment a little more”

The mood shifted quickly with Seitarou’s next long message - Kenshirou knew the time had to come, but it would still be hugely stressful for his love, and even for him. From how Seitarou had so cautiously alluded to past mistreatment, the supervisor could summise that it was a very severe scar.

He definitely did wish to have that talk, it was a necessary part that they needed to work through in order for their relationship to progress. Kenshirou felt glad that Seitarou was the one suggesting it, it was at least some indication that he was closer to being ready than not. The supervisor was swift with his replies. He knew it was getting later, and Seitarou wouldn’t have the luxury of sleeping in.

[🐶🌸☄🐱]: “Of course we can talk, i’ll be ready to listen to you any moment you ask. Even with this extra time we’ve been allotted to try, I won’t force you to speak if you begin to feel like you can’t do it quite yet after all.”

It was important that Seitarou didn’t feel pressured by anyone, forcing it out could drive a divide between the two of them. Even so, it was also a priority to find out how badly he had been harmed in the past, never allow a repeat, and help him work through the trauma.

[🐶🌸☄🐱]: “There will be other opportunities if we miss this one, and I could wait forever if you asked that of me. It all depends on how you feel about it. You’re the best thing that has happened to me in so many years, I would never dare treat you wrong.”

Understandably, the news of what had happened to lieutenant Tanabata had worried the Warden in the private meeting with her supervisor. Ruthless though she could seem, that woman cared for the people working under her. It wasn’t for nothing that the Dog had adored her so much, and wouldn’t relinquish his work-related loyalty despite his changed feelings.

Though Kenshirou had kept quiet about Seitarou and 409 having past conflicts, she was understandably concerned for the young guard’s safety and wellbeing. The move of 409 was advised because of the fight he’d had with Kenshirou, but the added bonus was that Sei would not have to deal with him again.

[🐶🌸☄🐱]: “Warden Hyakushiki personally asked me to ensure you are doing well right now, since I was the first on site to help. Do you have any appointments with doctor Kimura planned?”

[🐶🌸☄🐱]: “She might suggest you take a few easy days to properly recover, not taking days of but just limiting yourself to the basic duties of building 13 for a bit, so that you don’t have to leave the environment you’re most familiar with.”

[🐶🌸☄🐱]: “It’s all up to you though, i’ll support you no matter what, and will always wish to help you through a safe and healthy recovery process. You will probably already be at work when I get to your place tomorrow, but i’ll wait for you to come home.”

The supervisor felt his heart ache, eager for his duty tomorrow to welcome his love into his arms first thing, after the lieutenant’s day at work.

[🐶🌸☄🐱]: “It’s starting to get late, try to sleep soon ok? Love you so much 💙💘💙”

[dogguarded]

Seitarou’s genuine adoration was breathtaking. Wrapped up in each others’ secure embraces, the two guards clung to one another in their moment of privacy. The lieutenant’s lips were soft and sweet as ever even as the kiss deepened a bit, and Kenshirou let his eye slip shut to fully take in the feeling of this.

Today had been one big disaster, but Seitarou didn’t love him any less for it. He couldn’t ask for a more ideal partner. Forgiving of the unintentional missteps, willing to talk about how they would make this work in between their mutual duties, and above all possessing an honest heart of gold.

“I’ll let it go, for both our sakes. You’re very right about that, being frustrated over what can’t be helped anymore only causes misery.”

He nuzzled back, his protective aura powerful as always after Seitarou’s advices. Sitting around mourning over his faults wouldn’t make them go away, only make them more apparent. Moving forward was the key.

“Whatever my punishment will be for that which I will never regret, I won’t let it bring me down.” Kenshirou promised. “It can’t. No amount of misfortune could overpower the resilience your words help me build up. Thank you for loving me, Seitarou.”

There was much more they would both love to say, but there was yet work left to do; reluctantly, the two eventually parted, and Kenshirou held the archive door for Seitarou before leaving himself. The supervisor had picked a random file from the archive cabinet they were closest to, in an attempt to fake that he and his subordinate had been looking for a lost document somewhere. It wasn’t unheard of for even short-storage archives to become a bit messy.

The pair worked through some files for the next stretch of time, with Kenshirou explaining in short how building 4 organized the medical needs of its’ inmates.

“Damn, completely forgot about the food I’d brought…” The Dog muttered, rubbing at his forehead for a moment as he scanned a file. When Seitarou looked over, he smiled at the young guard. “No matter, it’s all still downstairs and I’ll stick with you until your shift ends. I don’t think either of us could really get hungry after today’s chaos, and me running about to help number 634 too… Will you buy yourself something on the way back to your place, if you are hungry? I can pay for it if you want, I don’t think you’ve eaten anything other than breakfast.”

He should’ve asked Seitarou if he would have liked to eat something for lunch, but even now the lieutenant hadn’t given any indication that he wanted to eat.

“And don’t worry about the food I made,” He smiles. “I’ll see if I can get it before I go to the Warden’s office… Who knows, maybe i’ll be suspended for a few days, and i’ll suddenly have more time to cook some good stuff! I don’t like being torn from my work, sure, but i’ll have to make the best of whatever the Warden decides on.”

—–

[🐶🌸☄🐱]: “Guess who got suspended for 4 days? this guy 😶”

[🐶🌸☄🐱]: “Hitoshi said he could lend me the spare keys he keeps for your place, would that be okay with you? I’ll just be cleaning there or cook food before you return, would that be ok?”

[🐶🌸☄🐱]: “The Warden said she understood why I’d done what I did, the higher-ups just need to be appeased. That inmate might be moved to building 1, far from your working space, either way you’ll never encounter him again, i’ll make sure of that.”

[dogguarded]

The way in which Seitarou’s walking pace gradually sped up told Kenshirou just how desperate the young lieutenant was for the alone time he’d been promised. So, the supervisor upped his own speed just slightly, cautious with his gait as to not draw attention if they happened to encounter anyone.

Thankfully, their route was devoid of any guards human or canine, and not a single word came from any of the cells they passed. Inmates really were calmer up here.

At last, once in the archive’s blind spot, he could bring Seitarou to the safe refuge which the young one sought: a protective embrace from someone he loved. The supervisor immediately swept his lover up in his strong arms, lifting the lightweight guard right off of the ground and supporting him, giving Sei enough space to hide his face against his partner’s shoulder or neck.

“Please tell me… that everything’s going to be okay.”

The words of that whisper made the Dog’s heart ache. Even with Seitarou’s forgiveness, he still felt like he let his boyfriend down, and wasn’t truly deserving of this trust.

“It’s all going to be okay Sei, I swear from the bottom of my heart that I won’t fail you again. I will do everything in my power to ensure your safety from now on. Whenever you are with me whether at work or outside of it, i’ll protect you.”

Leaning his head down slightly to nuzzle through his boyfriend’s lovely hair, he inhaled the scents he so dearly loved about the young man - something that smelled like flowers, and which somehow reminded him of the open air far from urban places, where life wasn’t so fast-paced. The smell of a vital part of a third home he was welcome in - aside from his own and his parents’, he rarely stayed at others’ living spaces. Seitarou had invited him in and provided him with so much comfort, he really felt like he could suddenly belong in an everyday snapshot of that small appartement.

Besides that though, he picked up the lingering scent of tears. Seitarou probably couldn’t find it, but Kenshirou knew the smell.

He’d cried as a child, and then when he lost his eye as a teen. He’d seen detainees at the police station weep in regret or fear, supported victims of domestic or other abuse in the aftermath of another police team’s breaking into a dangerous household to arrest the offender, or the stopping of a party gone wrong.

He’d seen, heard and sensed so much emotional agony, that the smell of tears was something which he could pick up on easily.

Some say it gets easier to deal with some things if you are exposed to it a lot; Kenshirou disagreed with that when it came to this. It never becomes easier to see others suffer, but he has to help them gradually get better, so he helps where he can, wearing a neutral mask so those in need wouldn’t see his own sadness. All this sadness from seeing just how bad humans could be at co-existing.

Existing in Seitarou’s company was almost heavenly, though. Someone so precious and forgiving, who had been put through so much but could still want to love, a boy who has so much to offer the world that barely deserves him, but is desperately in need of some light.

Holding the lieutenant a little more closely, Kenshirou kissed Sei’s hair softly.

“Seitarou, I love you. Truly, with every part of my mind and soul, I love you. You’ve given me so much, and even after I fail you, your affection stays strong. I’ll never slip up like this again. From now on, whenever we are together, i’ll stick close to your side to help you feel safe.”

[thy-lovelylionheart]

Just because Person A is protective of Person B, doesn’t always mean that Person A believes Person B is:

Weak

A damsel/damoiseau in distress

Incapable of holding their own

Inferior

Delicate/Fragile

It just means they care for them and want them to be safe. Stop demonizing protective people.

[sugcroku-blog]

dogguarded:

Unimpressed, his eyebrow raises a bit.

“I don’t know where this comes from all of a sudden, but even you should be aware of the fact that I am an honorable man who wouldn’t ever get such stupid ideas, like mistreating my subordinates would be. Unlike you, Hitoshi is actually a decent person - A valued member of the team, and even someone I can stand to speak to at length. Your threats won’t intimidate me, and stop making up problems where there are none. You aught to ask him how work is in building 4, if you’re so stupidly worried.”

            A scoff is all that’s offered in reply as he leans back, bracing his hands against his hips and directing his gaze elsewhere.Worried? Absurd. He isn’t worried. He’s only making sure to take care of his own. He’d be a poor excuse for a brother if he just willfully allowed Hitoshi be bullied on his watch. He takes a heady drag from his cigarette, as if to punctuate his point, and exhales it towards the ceiling in a plume of acrid smoke.

            ❝ – far as I know, dogs are only loyal to their masters.                           But as long as Hitoshi’s happy, then I guess we                           don’t have a problem. …so how is he doin’ there,                           anyway? I can only assume you’ve got him running                           errands and pushing paperwork. ❞

[dogguarded]

Sure, he listened very well to their warden, but the voices of those under his command certainly were not ignored. Just how ignorant could this gorilla be?

“He’s more than happy with how things are currently - I’ve gradually upped his workload to the level of any other guard of his rank, making sure that he could learn the ropes without having to struggle against immediately accumulating backlog. He independently carries out roll calls some mornings, fetches documents sometimes, but it’s nothing outrageous for someone who is relatively new to the system."

“Sure, he occasionally gets some homework after his hours, because I like all my workers to have the ability to notice obvious medical anomalies among inmates - for safety’s sake, for both staff and prisoners. If there is something awry, I always hear of it quickly, because my subordinates can detect potential problems. Being the one in charge of prisoner re-education, I must always be on top of things when it comes to possessing accurate medical records. Hitoshi has indicated that he finds it a good idea, and he handles the material I give him very well. Such a fine-tuned connection to inmates is certainly absent in building thirteen, is it not?”

[sugcroku-blog]

@dogguarded

            ❝ – Look, I know that we’ve got some petty                          bullshit rivalry going on, but putting that                          aside let me just say this. If you take your                          hatred for me out on my little brother, even                          an ounce of it …I will end you. ❞

[dogguarded]

Unimpressed, his eyebrow raises a bit.

“I don’t know where this comes from all of a sudden, but even you should be aware of the fact that I am an honorable man who wouldn’t ever get such stupid ideas, like mistreating my subordinates would be. Unlike you, Hitoshi is actually a decent person - A valued member of the team, and even someone I can stand to speak to at length. Your threats won’t intimidate me, and stop making up problems where there are none. You aught to ask him how work is in building 4, if you’re so stupidly worried.”

[dogguarded]

"Do me a favor. If you're gonna wander around my building stinking up the place with your wet dog smell, at least pick up after yourself. I've got some doggy bags if you need 'em, mutt."

“You’ve got no right to spout false accusations, you bald, shit-flinging, uncultured ape. Is your sense of smell all messed up from how much you smoke? I believe the smell you think of as wet dog is actually from you. Maybe you should take better care of your personal hygiene, and I advise this for the sake of preserving others’ health.”

[mama-snakedoctor]

dogguarded:

He’d been quietly observing the newcomer since before the meeting, trying to get a read on what they might be like. It seems she was taking her unfamiliar surroundings in as well, if their sudden eye contact now was any indication. Feeling caught looking, the supervisor glanced to the side, though he noted the wink.

Now that was interesting.

And kind of scary, considering that this was apparently the mother of a rather dangerous individual. And he already had someone he wished to impress.

As was routine, he and his other colleagues around the meeting table greeted Docter Leviathan, and those from the buildings she would be working with indicated that they would look forward to said cooperation, introducing themselves a little more closely.

“It is a pleasure to have you join our medical teams, Doctor Levi. I am supervisor Yozakura, overseeing building 4 and running the plans of our re-education programs for all inmates of Nanba. I trust that we will do well as colleagues.” The much-esteemed supervisor of building 4 said on his turn, after Kiji had welcomed the lady with his typical string of friendly compliments about her appearance. Unlike the man before him, Kenshirou preferred to keep things concise, business before play.

(Maybe it was Saiha’s presence which was making him even more cautious.)

Levi’s smile to him had caught him a little off guard, but he recovered and offered a small smile in return, though he was ill-prepared for someone who would behave so forward in what should be a professional environment. He closed his eye, refusing it the chance to show his uncertainty. People sometimes said that they could read the truth in his mind from one glance at that eye.

His complete infatuation with head warden Hyakushiki had been figured out by many of his colleagues by now; The one person who seemed completely oblivious, was evidently the warden herself.

With enough time, that fact had started to wear on Kenshirou. He wished so badly to be acknowledged by her as a potential partner, but she wasn’t even aware of just how much he adored her. Maybe it was better to think of letting go, if there was an interested party here.

Of course, Levi couldn’t know yet that this man was struggling with such unrequited affections.

The meeting continued as normal, but Kenshirou’s mind was in conflict.

Once introductions were over Saiha himself stood up and began going over the regular information, something about Jyugo showing a lot of progress and something about Musashi’s flames being well under control ever since spark plug fried the chip but he couldn’t help looking over at his mother who was intently looking at Kenshirou, his fingers gripped tightly on to his papers for a second as he made a small glare towards Kenshirou.

The meeting went on for awhile before they were all disbanded, Momoko leaving back to her office, Saiha muttering something to his mother in there native tongue and she only seemed to give him a smirk and waved him off before he left to follow behind Momoko.

“Kenshirou, Ja?” she spoke as she waved at the other and walked towards him “ah excuse me if I speak rudely, my Japanese isn’t the best” she laughed a little “Saiha has told me a lot about your infamous inmate from our home country, I thought it best to come to you first before I go see him, I heard he’s nervous with doctors~” she held out her hand for him to shake “it’ll be good working with you~”

[dogguarded]

Kenshirou didn’t allow any fear to be outwardly shown as Saiha threw a glare at him, but he could feel his very soul cringe.

So the terrifying doctor had seen what was going on, and he wasn’t happy. Steeling himself, Kenshirou filled in Saiha’s report with personal observations of number 634, which Hajime in turn did about number 15.

There was some tension in the room, but that had already been a common thing even before Saiha was contracted to work here. The Dog and Gorilla had never worked well as a team, as if their very personalities longed to tear the other to shreds.

After the meeting concluded, several supervisors immediately filed out of the room, back to their respective buildings. Mitsuba remained, probably wanting to ask the doctor about how she had curled her hair like that; and Samon shouldered Kenshirou in the side, like how an old friend would tease a buddy of theirs.

“The new lady was looking your way constantly, were you spaced out thinking of the warden?”

Kenshirou huffed, not wanting to take the bait. With a satisfied little grin, Gokuu made his leave as well, though not before warning his colleague that ‘the new one’ was on her way over. The two of them were friends, but Samon’s younger mind made itself apparent at the worst of times.

“That is me,” He replied as Levi greeted him, first offering a small polite bow, as a more senior member would do to a new addition to the team, and then shaking her hand in the more western greeting. “Note taken, though I am sure your Japanese is more than excellent if you’ve come all the way here to work. I’m actually studying German myself, for first-hand investigation into 634′s case. I assure you he’s not as monstrous as the news back then made him out to be.”

“The inmate can be a bit flighty when it comes to meeting new medical professionals, but I will make sure to adequately inform and calm him before we introduce you to him. I will ensure that there will be no problems.”

As usual, his mind was all on business, hiding his growing curiosity.

[mama-snakedoctor]

@dogguarded

Someone new sat at the meeting, she sat near Saiha as she watched the other guards but she looked over at Kenshirou and gave him a small smirk and a wink before hearing Momoko speak and announce her “Ja”

“Guten tag, my name is Doctor Leviathan but please just Levi is fine. Some of you might of already heard who my son is and ja you are correct” she grinned and smacked Saiha’s back proudly, Saiha only seemed to jolt forward a little before shifting back into his seat.

“I’ll be working with building 3,4 and 5 please come and see me if you need anything~” she looked back over at Kenshirou “anything at all~”

[dogguarded]

He’d been quietly observing the newcomer since before the meeting, trying to get a read on what they might be like. It seems she was taking her unfamiliar surroundings in as well, if their sudden eye contact now was any indication. Feeling caught looking, the supervisor glanced to the side, though he noted the wink.

Now that was interesting.

And kind of scary, considering that this was apparently the mother of a rather dangerous individual. And he already had someone he wished to impress.

As was routine, he and his other colleagues around the meeting table greeted Docter Leviathan, and those from the buildings she would be working with indicated that they would look forward to said cooperation, introducing themselves a little more closely.

“It is a pleasure to have you join our medical teams, Doctor Levi. I am supervisor Yozakura, overseeing building 4 and running the plans of our re-education programs for all inmates of Nanba. I trust that we will do well as colleagues.” The much-esteemed supervisor of building 4 said on his turn, after Kiji had welcomed the lady with his typical string of friendly compliments about her appearance. Unlike the man before him, Kenshirou preferred to keep things concise, business before play.

(Maybe it was Saiha’s presence which was making him even more cautious.)

Levi’s smile to him had caught him a little off guard, but he recovered and offered a small smile in return, though he was ill-prepared for someone who would behave so forward in what should be a professional environment. He closed his eye, refusing it the chance to show his uncertainty. People sometimes said that they could read the truth in his mind from one glance at that eye.

His complete infatuation with head warden Hyakushiki had been figured out by many of his colleagues by now; The one person who seemed completely oblivious, was evidently the warden herself.

With enough time, that fact had started to wear on Kenshirou. He wished so badly to be acknowledged by her as a potential partner, but she wasn’t even aware of just how much he adored her. Maybe it was better to think of letting go, if there was an interested party here.

Of course, Levi couldn’t know yet that this man was struggling with such unrequited affections.

The meeting continued as normal, but Kenshirou’s mind was in conflict.

[dogguarded]

After the brief disturbance from the call, Kenshirou returned right to his current duty, continuing to ask Musashi about anything that the two of them hadn’t yet cleared up. In between the questions directed at him, the inmate sometimes asked things back. ‘Did you break his nose? Please tell me you broke his nose’ he inquired with some excitement, though he got a negative response. Kenshirou was making sure to speak quietly, not wanting Seitarou to hear too much and be reminded.

The inmate kept trying to pry, eventually figuring out that Kenshirou had simply punched 409 into submission, leading to the offender losing consciousness.

“Geeze, you really are a beast, Inu-chan~” Musashi sort-of flattered. “Knocked him out before he could even beg for mercy? Hearin’ that takes me back to that time at the new years’ tournament, heh~”

Right, that time when these two had been pitted against one another, and Kenshirou had made his true strength known for all to see. Even faced with a fire-wielding aggressor, he had kept remarkably cool.

Life was weird sometimes, because now the two of them were chatting in between the official business, like old acquaintances.

“Let’s not think further about the events of this morning, number 634. I think I’ve revealed enough.” Thankfully, he was mindful enough to demand the prisoner drop this matter, for the sake of confidentiality, and Seitarou’s comfort.

Gradually, time passed. Seitarou busied himself for an hour or two with digital work that was so boring that he could afford to turn his mind ‘off’ for a bit, and in that time the other guard and his inmate eventually found that there was nothing more to talk about for now. Getting up from his seat, Kenshirou turned to Seitarou.

“Seitarou, I need to bring number 634 back now, do you want to come with me or stay here? It’ll be just a moment, cell 9 is close by. After that, i’ll be near you for the rest of the day until your shift ends, so you don’t have to go it alone again. Sound okay?”

Musashi smiled a bit, sensing the supervisor’s dedication from his words alone. Kenshirou was such a nurturing individual. He guessed that today had been pretty awful for the both of them, but he trusted that the ‘pup’ would now protect Sei come what may.

Though the young leutenant was all but enthused to have to choose, he decided to stick close to Kenshirou, since that was the safest place to be to him. The three of them left the office, and all the way there Kenshirou kept an arm wrapped loosely around Seitarou’s, just to reassure him that they wouldn’t part again.

Musashi was quiet, sensing the tension in Seitarou’s aura. He wanted to cheer the boy up, but had no idea how to. This wasn’t just some down mood that could be alleviated permanently with some pleasant chatter.

“I can tell ya don’t like this place, Star-chan,” The inmate said after returning to his cell, goat plushies at his side again. “So go, please. Don’t stick around this part of the building. Thank you for your gifts and forgiveness, and I hope you will recover from today.”

That was the supervisor’s que to agree, and the two guards said goodbye to the prisoner.

“I’ll take you up top, to the lighter containment.” Kenshirou said quietly, once the two of them had walked a fair distance away from cell 9 again. “I don’t have underground-only duties left today, so we can leave this part of the building behind us.”

Careful about where he knew the cameras were placed, and only once they were past the last cells, Kenshirou threaded his fingers through Seitarou’s, squeezing his hand ever so gently. They went up to the elevator that would take them out of the underground, where their hands had to part for a moment, because elevators and stairs were closely monitored.

“And I did promise that I’d show you that place where we can be away from the surveillance for a bit, I hope that the privacy can help you feel a bit more at ease...” The supervisor continued, his voice hitching a tiny bit as the elevator jerked into motion.

“I’ll keep your duties simple for the rest of the day, and I promise, swearing on my heart, that I won’t stray from you again. My worst fears are to be dishonest, and unreliable. If there is something you need from me, you can always tell me.”

[c4tbl4de]

Beautiful u///u

[nanbakadaydreams-deactivated202]

@helloiamtheworst lookit your beautiful, badass husband!

[dogguarded]

((@star-baby-boy​ Just imagine him looking something like this after 409 got the ass-beating he was asking for “w” bloody and bruised, but far from defeated, standing tall like a seasoned warlord overseeing a crushed enemy army))

[spacespheal]

Could you draw a beaming Seitarou please?

Okie dokie!

[pinktatertots99]

@hoshiiboy

[dogguarded]

If Musashi had still had his eyes, they probably would have filled with tears now. His shoulders were certainly shuddering with emotion, and he mumbled a soft “Thank you” as Seitarou sat close.

Upon closer inspection, he probably was crying - the low corner of the left side of his blindfold seemed to be dampening. Seitarou didn’t know how the inmate had lost his eyes, but the tear ducts of his left eye were seemingly still intact.

“Thank you, lieutenant.” The prisoner repeated, leaning into the touch slightly, but moving back when Seitarou’s hands moved away, expecting the guard to get back up. He halted when the lieutenant touched his hands instead, but he didn’t avoid the contact. Seitarou could do that, he was a safe person.

“I will try not to betray others’ trust anymore, I understand what you say. If you aren’t thinking of helping yourself, it’s hard for others to step in to aid you...”

“Now that you two sorted that out, shall we get back to work?” Kenshirou interjected gently. He’d love to allow them to interact some more, but there was stuff to be done. Musashi nodded in response and rubbed the corner of his left socket, before carefully raising himself off of the floor. Even at his height - almost two meters tall - Seitarou didn’t feel intimidated anymore. This one was human, quite contrary to what he seemed to believe.

“Uh... one more thing, Star-chan, about what happened today... I don’t know what it was and I understand that Inu-chan won’t tell me or anyone else the details, but I sincerely hope you’ll feel better soon.”

Having said what he had to, the prisoner navigated back to the couch, followed by Kenshirou - it was probably time for their investigative conversation, because the supervisor had gotten his laptop ready, probably to write along with what the inmate might reveal of his past. Before seating himself again, Musashi paused once more.

“Okay, last thing I gotta say, Star-chan, and this is just about the ‘pup’,” He said, voice gentle but his wording perhaps unintentionally working some tension into Seitarou’s mind, because it almost sounded like a warning.

It wasn’t, though. It was a request, practically a plea, though with a vague joking undertone. “Please take good care of Inu-chan, I can tell he adores you.”

Kenshirou’s cheeks darkened with a slight blush at that, though he recovered fast. “I thought it was me who was meant to do the interrogations and make demands, number 634?”

It was spoken almost-seriously, in a tone that few others could distinguish as being the Dog’s ‘subtle joke voice’. These two clearly got along decently, even with Musashi’s teasing nature. The ‘agitator’ chuckled softly after the reply he got from the supervisor, a smug grin forming. “Aww, getting a bit bashful, Inu-chan~? It’s okay, i’m just trying to look out for the guy I admire~ You two must be super cute, wish I could see it.”

Seitarou swore he could hear a twinge of jealousy and lament behind those words, even if Musashi wasn’t a threat anymore.

“Let’s get on with business,” Kenshirou diverted, seating himself opposite of the ‘interrogation table’ and waiting for Musashi to follow.

“So about that other inmate from building 13 who claims to have had seen you in the German prison back a few years ago,” He starts off, watching Musashi nod in understanding as the kid reaches to grab his goat plushies again.

“He first encountered you by the time you could control your flame... Number 932, going by the name of ‘Kusatsu’. You said you don’t know him...”

Apparently, it didn’t matter that Seitarou was here with them, allowed to listen in. Of course he was automatically expected to remain silent about these highly personal matters, which number 634 had previously only dared to confess to his supervisor. The computer screen at the desk displayed many different panels of the views of the underground prison - Kenshirou probably wanted to have Seitarou on camera watch in the meantime, since a lieutenant couldn’t work on a supervisor’s paperwork.

Perhaps he should start his personal day report, since everything had to be registered at Nanba. Today certainly wasn’t the run of the mill “no anomalies occurred”, even if by the very nature of the building switch. A lot had happened today.

Then, once again, that damned walkie-talkie crackled back to life, interrupting whatever number 634 was saying - Seitarou wasn’t focusing on the talking too much, for privacy’s sake - and eliciting a small growl from Kenshirou. He reached for the device and listened, asking the caller to repeat.

“Warden Hyakushiki wishes to see you at her office as soon as possible, reasons not given.” the speaker said again, making the supervisor sigh.

“That’ll be when I hear my punishment,” he says, though he is not depressing the ‘talk’ button. Probably doesn’t want the caller to hear that, but wants Seitarou to be aware. Right, injuring an inmate as badly as he had couldn’t go uncorrected. “Understood, I will arrive at her offices at the end of my shift. It’s busy here right now.” He replies into the apparatus.

The caller pauses, and when they come back on, they sound almost worried. “Sir, that’s quite unusual for you. Even if her demand wasn’t for an immediate response, you are normally the one who would drop everything to go to the warden’s office-”

He almost wants to shut the thing off, but that could be seen as refusal to cooperate. “So what? It is not your place to get concerned over that.” He snaps as the caller is still speaking, though he quickly corrects himself. “My apologies, Kai. Today was hectic... and I’ve got some people I need to guide, so I can’t leave right now. She will understand. Please tell her that she can expect to see me at the office tonight.”

He’d already received the medical file from the building doctors. He’d really let his fury take over, judging from the damage done to number 409.

Kenshirou still didn’t regret any of the strikes he had landed.

[dogguarded]

It was immediately clear when Kenshirou returned that Seitarou had let his fears get to him again. Even before fully getting through the doorway, his attention was needed in two places at once, because he still had to guard the inmate that was following close behind.

“Did someone come in, Seitarou?”

The supervisor quickly lead Musashi to what must be his usual spot on the couch, asking him to wait for a moment. The youngster nodded (and clutched the two goat plushies he had seemingly managed to bring along), understanding the situation simply from the aura Seitarou was radiating.

He had not been told what happened, but he could sense the tension and knew that it had occurred today. It was the head guard’s duty to ensure the safety of everyone in his building, and it was only natural for him to fret even more over a fragile partner.

Musashi had a lot to say to Seitarou, but this wasn’t the time. He’d wait for Kenshirou to comfort the boy, and then make his thankfulness known.

“There were no further problems at all. What about you? Is the tension getting to you again?”

Kenshirou mentally cursed the cameras in the office space. So often forgotten on normal days, all of a sudden he had to keep on reminding himself that he couldn’t give Seitarou what he truly needed right now: a protective, safe embrace, and gently communicated reassurance.

The inmate quietly fidgeted with one of the plush gifts, brushing the fur above two shiny beads for eyes, keeping to himself to let the two guards catch up again. The pup was asking the lieutenant if he wanted some fresh tea, and whether he’d be okay with Musashi staying in the office a while, with strict supervision of course. The air right now was tense, and nobody in the room liked that. Musashi had to wait until the mood improved again, even Kenshirou couldn’t focus on work in this environment.

“Ken, I don’t want to be alone again, I can’t control my thoughts when i’m alone.”

“I won’t go far from you again today,” Kenshirou immediately promised to Seitarou, wishing that he could just lift the guy up and wrap him up in a big hug. “You’re still suffering from some remaining stress. I’ve already assigned a reserve team to carry out of office matters for the next few hours, so I won’t have to leave again except to bring number 634 back to his cell, and it will be a while before it’s time for that.”

He hoped that assuring the lieutenant that he’d be here for quite some time would help to drive the remaining shock away.

The supervisor sat close to his subordinate for a while, reminding Seitarou that he was safe now, and that he wouldn’t be here alone again. Gradually, his words eased the lieutenant’s anxiety, and the atmosphere in the room became bearable again.

“Sir, if I may...” The third person in the office mumbled eventually, quietly but just pronounced enough to not need repeating. It was a bit awkward to have to hold in words he was really hoping to say, and he didn’t want to miss a chance.

Musashi left the plush forms of his goats on the couch next to where he had been seated, and carefully raised himself off of the furniture, navigating by memory through the room he had been in so many times now. He’d built a mental map of the office, and could move without assistance, though Kenshirou always wanted to make sure that he could not hurt himself by colliding with something.

The young inmate kneeled next to the desk at which the lieutenant sat, and bowed his head deeply in a show of respect, the elaborate black patterns on his back moving with the rough skin they were inked into.

“Thank you for your gifts, simple as they may have been for one of your skill to make. Please accept my sincere apologies for every bad thing I have ever said about you. You are much too kind to a monster like me, but I know that even I must express my honest gratitude like I were a man worthy of these creations.”

The slight accent he spoke with and the almost unnoticeable slower tempo at which he finished every word gave number 634 away as being an European foreigner, but his bow was perfectly executed, probably practiced over time to help earn the respect of people who might protect him. Even with him having silly pet names for the people he liked, he seemed quite well-mannered, and quick to go into formal overdrive when he feared for the security of his bonds.

Kenshirou remained quiet, somewhat surprised to see such a large apology from an inmate who generally struggled to interact with guards from outside building 4. To get close to this prisoner, one first needed the respect of supervisor Yozakura, because that seemed to be the indicator for the young man on whether or not someone was worth acknowledging. Without meaning to, Kenshirou had become a guide of sorts for the intelligent but cautious man.

Musashi was often wary of other staff because of how he had been abused in the three years before reaching Nanba. Despite everything though, he had been very quick to get overly attached to the supervisor himself, due to his desire to have someone at least hear him.

“Musa- Number 634, you know how I feel about you referring to yourself as a ‘monster’, or someone ‘unworthy’.” Kenshirou warned gently. “Surely Seitarou doesn’t like hearing you speak of yourself like that, either.”

[horrificmemes]

Send my muse a fear you see them having, and they will rate it from 0-10 depending on how much it frightens them.

0 being “I’m not scared of that at all” to 10 being “NOPE NOPE NOPE”

[dogguarded]

“You’ll get to kiss me, I promise~” Kenshirou assured his partner. “As soon as we find a moment where us being out of camera surveillance won’t be suspicious after all that happened today, you can bless me with those lovely kisses of yours. It’ll have to look like i’m just taking you out of reach to show you around, but we’ll find the needed opportunity. I need them just as much as you do.”

At the offer of some tea, the supervisor nodded. “I don’t drink tea as much on the job, but I could use some to work out the last bits of my own tension...” He confessed, cracking one of his shoulders gently with a hand, grimacing slightly at the quick shot of pain but quickly returning to his neutral expression. “Somehow, tea brewed by you tastes even better, regardless of whether I am or am not already familiar with that particular blend.”

Seitarou would be able to find his way in the small kitchen, so Kenshirou didn’t bother following him. (A camera was there too, which was unfortunate.) The kettle was already hooked up to the outlet, next to a coffee machine that seemed a bit more well-used. Hitoshi always had tea, but Kenshirou seemed to have a preference for coffee while he worked.

“The tea bags are in the wall cabinet to the left of the kettle,” The Dog called over, busying himself with organizing a stack of paperwork in the meantime. “My sweetened sakura petal tea is there as well, I’d like a cup of that right now. Oh... I don’t believe we have honey, though.”

Despite it being a work environment, this just felt like a small domestic situation now. Sorting through stuff that had to get done today while one’s partner was preparing drinks... Kenshirou blushed slightly, happy with how much the two of them had fallen in love. There were bumps in the road and things weren’t perfect, but was perfect really an option? This was already more than he had experienced in the last... seven years, at the very least. It was everything he’d been hoping for so far, and he would pray for things to only get better from here on out.

The two of them had their tea, with Kenshirou still going through some files. The blood-splattered walkie-talkie had already been rubbed clean with a damp cloth, it’s protective plastic casing removed to wash out every stain. It crackled back to life, with the voice of the reserve guard greeting it’s owner.

“Sir Yozakura, your orders have been carried out. Are you prepared to return to duty, or will further tasks be distributed to us and your own officers?”

Kenshirou picked up the device to speak his response, first acknowledging the completion of his orders with a tone that was all professionalism. “Good work, officer Uri. I am currently in the company of someone who is relatively new to my building, so I shall discuss with them whether or not I can leave them here, so that I may finish non-office duties myself.”

“Affirmative sir, will await reply.”

The walkie-talkie went quiet after that, and Yozakura looked back at Seitarou.

“You think you could wait here a bit on your own? I don’t want to drag you through the underground again, and i’m sure you’re done with that place for the time being as well. When I return, i’ll take number 634 with me to the office, since a lot of the investigating into his case needs to be kept from other inmates to prevent upsets over perceived favoritism. He’ll know to behave around you, and he won’t be left unsupervised by me.”

[lolitaprince]

nanbakapersonals:

2018 will be the year for Hitoshis bitches

[dogguarded]