The Laws of Love. (Nanbaka fan fiction)

Chapter 2: Faitful Meeting

Crina walked through the Nanba prison halls with some of her finished paperwork in hand. After Hajime spent nearly an hour teaching her about it, she had finally learned most of the prison layout, and she was able to navigate the corridors. As she passed the smoking room, she happen to notice Hajime inside smoking a cigarette with a pained expression. "Is everything alright, Hajime? You looked troubled," she said, poking her head into the room. "I'm fine," he sighed, "it's just those idiots in cell 13. They keep increasing my workload. I'll barely have time to finish it with the meeting today." "Meeting?" Crina asked, now walking over to take a seat by the supervisor. "Just a little bit of remodeling. They've set up new security measures we'll need to know about." "I see," she said, "What if I attended the meeting for you? I could take notes." "You want to attend the meeting?" he asked, giving her a skeptical look. "Sure. It'll help decrease your workload, right?" He thought for a moment and said, "If you really want to go, you can. Just be sure to take good notes." "Thank you, Hajime! I won't let you down!" the young female said as she headed out to prepare for the meeting. "By the way," she said as she reached the door, glancing behind her, "be sure not to push yourself too hard. If you ever need, or even just want, some help, I'm always here." She skipped out the door without waiting for a response. A small smile made its way onto Hajime's lips.

"I found it. Yay!" Crina said, clasping her hands together in delight as she stood outside the meeting room. She checked her watch; it was 7 minutes before the meeting was supposed to start. "Better early than late. I wonder if the doors are locked since it's not time for the meeting to start just yet." She tried the door handle and found that it was unlocked, so she went inside. Upon entering the room, she noticed that it was empty other than a long table with chairs, and everything was sparkling clean. The light blue tiled floor was so shiny that she could literally see her reflection in it. "I guess when they tell the janitors they want she place to be so clean they can see their reflection, they mean it." The white colored metal walls were just as clean, if not more so. She walked over to the polished wooden table and inspected it. Not even a speck of dust. There were a total of fifteen wooden chairs around the oval shaped table, presumably one for the supervisor of each cell, one for the warden, and..... an extra? The new guard wasn't quite sure who the fifteenth chair might be for. She was startled as she heard the door knob jiggle causing, her to swing around to see who it was.

It was the warden and one other person who looked familiar to Crina. "U-um, hello," the young guard said, standing straight, but stiff. "What are you doing here?" the warden asked, looking over Crina with her fierce gaze. "S-supervisor Hajime Sugoroku was, um, very busy, so I'm here to take notes on the meeting for him." "I see," the warden said, before shutting her eyes to think for a moment. "Hey, sweetheart," said the man next to her, "you remember me?" "Um..." Crina said, feeling guilty for forgetting his name, "I remember your face..." "It's alright, I didn't expect you to. The name's Mitsuru Hitokoe, so don't forget again. Got it?" "A-ah, yes. I'll try to remember." As they conversed, the warden lost in thought about something, another guard arrived.

Crina felt her face begin to heat up as she looked at the tall, white haired guard who'd entered the room. He was also blushing slightly, although his gaze was not on her, but rather, on the warden. Mitsuru instantly caught on to Crina's little crush, an amused smirk forming on his lips. "Cute puppy," she mumbled to herself as she stared on, lost in her fantasies. Unfortunately for her, the room was almost dead quiet with no one else talking, so her mumbling was audible to everyone in the room. "Cute?" the dog said, turning his attention to her for the first time. His worlds cut off Crina's daydreams, snapping her into reality where she was now the center of attention in the room.  Feeling horribly embarrassed, she began gasping for words, red faced. She was in luck when, suddenly, a pungent oder filled the room, one that would have been more aromatic if it hadn't been so overpowering, and the sound of two pairs of footsteps grew nearer.