The Warden's Sister ~ Nanbaka x Reader

✽ Chapter 11 ✽ ~Part 4~

•••(Y/n)'s P.O.V•••
"(N/n)! Look at this one.." Nee-chan said while blushing, pointing at the dessert on the magazine. We were reading a magazine about lovely desserts and discussing about it, though she was the only one blushing from it. Suddenly, the door swung opened, and in came budging Mitsuru,
"Hey, Warden, (y/n)-chan! The final match is about to begin!" He announced energetically.
"I-I'm aware of that! More importantly, you need to keep your voice down!" Nee-chan stuttered, immediately hiding the magazine behind her back.
"Thank you, Mitsuru-kun." I giggled.
"Aye aye.." Mitsuru hummed, then snatched the magazine away from Nee-chan.
"Oh? You like sweets, Warden? You're more girly than I thought." He hummed.
"Who cares?!" Nee-chan exclaimed, all flushed.
"I do" I said simply, hugging her.
"I do like your desserts, (n/n)." She said and patted me.

The three of us then made our way back to the arena. "Building 4 and 13 are the ones advancing, correct?" Nee-chan asked.
"Yep, same as last year, yet again!" Mitsuru retorted.
"It'll be exciting, right??" I asked, excited about the upcoming last event.
"Indeed, (Y/n)-chan. Their battle will have an impact on the inmates, as well. It's worth showing to all the buildings." Mitsuru replied while patting my head.
"We hold the New Year's Tournament at the start of the year to change inmate' attitudes and show them our guards' strengths. We'll make the inmates feel first-hand power and mental strength of our guards. That's Nanba's way of educating our inmates!" Nee-chan explained austerely.
"Uwahh.. That's actually really clever." I replied.
"Oh how scary. You're pretty sadistic, Warden. You're probably on par with my best friend." Mitsuru stated, earning a glare from Nee-chan, "Your best friend?"
"Hajime, who else? You know we're good friends, right? I mean, you're always watching him—" Mitsuru didn't even finish talking and got punched by Nee-chan, sending him flying.
"Oh my.." I muttered.

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"Yeah! Thanks for waiting, everyone! The final event of the New Year's Tournament is about to begin!" Mitsuru announced, his head full of blood and his clothes torn to shreds.
"Just like last year, it's a clash between building 4 and building 13! I'm looking forward to a heated battle again this year!" Mitsuru continued, seemed like he wasn't even phased by his own condition.

"Good work making this far, guards and inmates. I anticipate an exciting match for this final event! Hit each other with all you've got and win! The final match is the main event of the New Year's Tournament! Sake barrel opening!" Nee-chan exclaimed and slammed her hand onto the barrel of sake.
"The one who opens this specially-made Nanba Prison sake barrel first wins! You will enter as a two-man team consisting of one guard and one inmate!" I followed, standing beside her.

I leaped off of the loge I was on and hopped onto the platform with Mitsuru. I looked down at the discussing guards and inmates, noticing that Jyugo was arguing with the other inmate. Weird, the other inmate looked awfully familiar. It's like I've seen or known him before. I tried to listen to the inmate's voice, then it struck me. He's my best friend from when I went to college in Germany. The hair colour, his voice. It has to be him. I knew he had spontaneous human combustion, but I didn't know that it changed his appearance that much to the point I didn't recognised him. Nostalgia hit me and I started to tear up. I got the news of him losing his family and getting arrested the next day that I had just moved back to Japan. He was taken to somewhere that I wasn't given authorisation to visit him, I knew he was taken to some place horrible, and I couldn't do anything about it. I was furious about the people who did those to him, and myself.
"(Y/n)-chan, are you alright? You're crying." Mitsuru worriedly asked me, his hand on my shoulder.
"Y-Yes, I am.. it's just.. nostalgia. I know that inmate." I stutteredly replied, whipping away my tears.
"You know him? Do you need a break?" Mitsuru asked.
"I-I'm fine, Mitsuru-kun. Thank you for your concern. Let's start the match, yeah?" I replied, smiling at him.
"Speak out if you're not well, yeah?" He patted my head and turned his gaze onto the participants.
"Alright! Let the final event begin!" He shouted out.