It was the midnight shift; Mitsuru and Hajime were walking the dark halls of Buulding 13, as the prisoners were asleep. There was a flashlight in Hajime's hand to light the way.
"So," Hajime asked, "Did Nuan tell you who the father was?"
"Yeah," Mitsuru sigh, "The guy is a sick man Hajime, and you know him."
Hajime scoffed with a cigarette in his mouth, obviously offended by the comment.
"Why would you assume I know anybody who sexually assaulted someone?" Hajime put the cigarette back in his mouth.
"Because he's in one of your prison cells." Mitsuru kept walking but Hajime stopped in his tracks.
"Number 40," Hajime guessed
"Playing the guessing game," Mitsuru turned around, "Got any reasons why you think it's that inmate?"
"He was arrested for several civilian murders and hundreds of sexual assault cases. I kinda just put the clues together," Hajime blew another puff of smoke, "Nuan is pregnant with the child of a man who sexually assualted her, you told me that the father is an inmate in my building, and an inmate showed up not even two months ago for cases of sexual abuse. Are you going to tell me it's a coincidence?"
"No," Mitsuru turned back around, "but I'm not going to confirm or deny. I promised to keep it a secret. Because who knows what'll happen if Samon finds out."
Mitsuru walked away, and Hajime let out a small chuckle before putting out his cigarette.
"I feel bad for the poor bastard whoever has it coming." Hajime chuckled.
"Do you," Mitsuru asked in a sarcastic tone.
"No, the man deserves whatever he has coming."
"Amen to that."
The two guards faded ibto the black of that hallway; in a cell was a man by himself, he was large, muscular and his arms were covered in tattoos. His dark skin contrasted to the permanent pale grey ink on his arms, his black hair, buzzed cutted and his yellow eyes almost glowed in the pure darkness of his cell. Inmate 40.
His deep chuckle echoed through the halls of Building 13, he had a plan. A sick, twisted, ungodly plan; he didn't care who got hurt, or even died.
"All I need is a way to escape," He said, "And I know just how."
The cell across from him was Cell 13.
"And after that, that little bitch will know what true horror is." The smile on his face just grew more.
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Nanbaka: Mrs. Gokuu
FanfictionOur story starts off with a flashback of Samon Gokuu meeting his best friend 20 years ago and three years ago became his wife.
