After the Number 40 incident, Nuan was asked to take a temporary demotion. With therapy, work, and stress Samon and Nuan's marriage is on the fragile side. Meanwhile behind the scenes Samon's fellow supervisors, are looking into Number 40's backgrou...
Today was the day, the new replacement was coming in, and Nuan was freaking out. She barely got any sleep the night before, she was searching her desk looking for something, before they arrived. Samon walked in on his wife having a nervous breakdown.
"Babe," Samon said getting her attention. "Are you okay?"
"No," Nuan looked like she wanted to cry. "I barely slept last night, I've been double checking my double checking, and I lost something."
"You lost something," He crossed his arms. "Well I could help you with that. What is it?"
"My glasses!"
Samon's eyes moved from her face up to her head where they were laying. He moved them from her head to in front of her eyes and smiled.
"Did that help?" Samon rubbed her back in calming manner.
"A little," Nuan blushed. "Thank you sweetie."
"Anytime." Samon placed a kiss on her cheek making her smile.
Nuan straightened up the paperwork and placed it in a binder before walking out the door.
"Look at me," Samon had her attention. "You got this. Just take a few deep breaths, and show them a smile. Let them feel welcome."
Samon smiled as she walked to meet the new head nurse.
About and hour had passed, the supervisors and deputies were sitting in a break room. Kenshirou's back faced the entry way that Nuan and Mitsuru would walk into.
"Kenshirou," Nuan's tone was bitter, making Samon and Mao look up. "You're needed...now."
Nuan walked away as quickly as she entered, when Kenshirou sat up from his seat he heard it.
"Someone's in trouble," Mao sang out.
"How have you manage to piss of my wife this early in the day," Samon turns to the wall clock. "It's only 9:30."
"I assure whatever she thinks I've done is a misunderstanding," Kenshirou narrowed. "Don't get all excited."
"She sounded more annoyed than pissed," Hajime added.
"You're right," The sarcasm rolled off of Samon's tongue. "It's not like I've spent 20 years knowing Nuan. So how could I possibly know how she acts, when she's mad."
Kenshirou walked away from the argument that started after Samon's sarcastic remark. If Samon was right about Nuan, what would she be mad about? Had he done something that she could have taken the wrong way? The supervisor thought about it as Mitsuru stood outside a room with his arms crossed.
"Nuan has some questions, regarding the nurse," Mitsuru gave him a heads up. "It'll be two against one, if you don't explain yourself."
Kenshirou rolled his eyes, before walking into the room. His eyes went wide, he held in his breath and his heart stopped for a brief moment. He stood in horror, across the room was a woman with tan skin, chocolate brown eyes, and black-brown hair in a bun.
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She sat in her chair, dressed in a sleeveless high collar lilac dress with heels. Her earring catching light with the slightest of movements.
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A smirk was across her lips and she sat with her arms and legs crossed.
"Hello Kenshirou," Her voice may have been smooth, but to him it was poison. "It's been a while."
Meanwhile in the break room, Hajime was looking through the notebook he found in Number 40's cell. In this he learned alot about Nuan, most of these things he could never mention to her, they were very intimate secrets; a part of him was saying to close the book and pretend he didn't know anything, but the other part wanted to learn and see what he had in common with his crush. Samon looked over and scrunched his nose.
"You're seriously reading the damn thing," Samon yelled. "What the hell kind of sick bastard are you!?"
"Shut it Monkey," Hajime barked back just as quickly. "I want to see how your dumbass ended up with someone like Nuan."
"What the hell is that suppose to mean!?"
"It means how did a smart, kind, and gorgeous woman like your wife ended up marrying your loud, annoying, and stupid monkey ass!? Was she desperate!?"
Samon growled in anger, his fist clenched as he gave Hajime a glare that could kill.
"You balding gorilla," He spoke through clenched teeth. "If the warden wasn't on the other side of that door I would-"
His comment was stopped by the sound of Nuan clearing her throat.
"Sweetie," Nuan spoke up. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah baby," Samon smiled. "Everything's fine. How was the meeting?"
Hajime to the time to hide the journal as Samon talked to Nuan. Kenshurou walked in with the new nurse side by side, she seemed really smug while he tired his hardest not to hate the world.
"This is the new head nurse," Kenshirou gestured to the woman in liac. "Meet Yua Yozakura."
For the guard that weren't paying attention to Samon and Hajime had his attention.
"Yozakura? You have the same last name," Kiji asked. "Are you related."
