Nuan stepped into the guard breakroom wearing a black shirt, denim capris and tan and gold sandals.
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Inori let out a wolf whistle which was followed by the sound of a loud slap. Nuan looked over to see Inori rubbing the back of his head with Kiji having his hand on his hips as he was tapping his foot annoyed.
"Hey beautiful," Mitsuru sang, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to have lunch with Ahmya," Nuan said, "We need a break after this week. Would you like to join us?"
"As much as I want too, we three have to get going. Meeting." Mitsuru shrugged.
"Give a kiss to Samon for me." Nuan giggled as she walked away.
"Why don't you give it to me yourself." Samon appeared infront of her.
Nuan placed a kiss in his lips before smiling at her husband.
"How are you?" Samon tucked her hair back.
"I'm fine," Nuan said, "Just glad I'm off today."
"Don't over do it. Don't want you stressed out."
Samon placed another kiss on his lips before she walked away. Inori had a smug look on his face as Samon turned his back towards him.
"If she was my wife, I would do nasty things to her every night," Inori chuckled darkly, "I bet she's very lim-"
He was greeted with Samon's staff. Samon had tick marks surrounding him as steam came from him.
"Know you're place unless you want overtime," Samon snapped, "Nuan is not a body I use when I want to get off. She is my wife and my best friend, and as a woman she deserves to be shown respect."
"I knew you would react badly," Kiji was surprised, "But I didn't think you would be that bad."
"Let's just say my sister-in-laws' husbands say thinks about women that rub me the wrong way, and I don't say anything because I want to keep the peace for Nuan." Samon scoffed walking away.
"Oh my," Kiji was taken back by that statement, "I might have to ask the cat what he knows about them."
Kiji walked away with Inori following behind with a large bump on his head and Mitsuru behind those two.
In the meeting everyone was taking their seats. Mao kept his head down, he was ashamed of what he did and was punished by Momoko, and was let go with a very intimidating warning. Momoko looked down to her notes.
"Let's talk about Inmate 40's death sentence."
Everyone loooked at her, they thought they must have misheard her.
"I'm sorry," Hajime cleared his throat, "Did you say death sentence?"
"Yes." Momoko nodded.
Nuan was walking down the halls smiling as she looked at her phone, unaware of the stalker behind her.
"We rarely do the death sentence here at Nanba, but that's why he was brought here." Momoko straightened her papers.
Nuan sensed someone was watching her, she turned around to see who it was but know one was there.
"How are we to go about this sentence," Kiji asked.
"To fit the schedule he'll be put in the electric chair after the meeting, I know it is a short notice, but interruptions had occured." Momoko said.
Everyine quickly turned to glare at Mao, all expect Mitsuru who had been rather quiet during the meeting.
"Mitsuru," Kenshirou called his name,"You're not saying anything. What do you think?
Nuan turned back around and in front of her was Inmate 40 who just stared at her with a menacing smile on his face.
"It's not important." Mitsuru rubbed the back of his neck.
"Does it have anything to do with what you told me last night," Hajime asked.
Momoko looked at the broadcaster.
"What is he talking about?" She asked.
"I-it's nothing," Mitsuru reassured, "I promised Nuan I would keep it a secret."
Nuan stared at him wided eyed, shaking in fear. She slowly back away, whenever she took a step back, he stepped forward.
"What secret?" Samon started to sound annoyed.
"It has something to do with her pregnancy." Mitsuru raised his hands in defense.
"Why didn't she tell me."
"She didn't want you to get fired."
"Why the hell would I get fired!?" Samon stood up from the table, slamming his hands down.
Nuan backed her self into a wall, she had nowhere else to go. Inmate 40 cracked his knuckles and let out a dark laugh.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to finish you off." He was still smiling.
"Please. Don't." Nuan was shaking violently in fear as tears fell from her eyes.
The tension was thick in the meeting room, Samon continued to glared at Mitsuru wanting an answer.
"Just tell the monkey already," Hajime yelled, "He'll find out eventually!"
"If I tell you, you need to remain as calm as possible. Which will be very difficult," Mitsuru said, "I know who the real father is."
"Who the hell is it," Samon hissed.
"Inmate 40."
The room went silent, Kiji covered his mouth in horror, Kenshirou looked overall shocked, and Hajime face palmed. Hajime was too nervous to looked over at Samon, but he did anyway. Samon was livid, he was shaking, his breathing was heavy and a dark auru surrounded him. He was quiet, too quiet and for too long.
"I'll kill the bastrad myself!" Samon ran towards the door.
Hajime grabbed him in time before he leave. Samon tried to fight out of his grip, on making it tighter.
"Samon you need to calm down." Kiji raised his voice.
"Nuan doesn't need you in this state right now." Kenshirou stood up from his seat.
"What the fuck would you know," Samon yelled, "Your wife wasn't-"
"INMATE 40 HAS ESCAPED AND HAS ATTACK THE HEAD NURSE!!!" Seitarou screamed throught Hajime's radio.
Nuan was lying on the ground covered his bruise, barely conscious. She struggled to get up but Inmate 40 grabbed her by the throat and started squeezing. The tears poured down her face as she gasped for air.
"It's always to cute ones who look pitiful bitches as they take their last breaths," Inmate 40 raised a fist, "It's such a turn on."
His fist her stomach hard, she coughed up a little bit of blood. Inmate 40 smirked unaware of Hajime and Kenshirou charging right at him. He was knocked down with full force; Samon ran to Nuan with Kiji behind him. He took his wife's hand, Nuan saw the look of worry on her face before everything went black.
