I originally wrote it for a friend because of her AU idea, but she made me turn it into a multi-chapter thing. But I'm not confident in my writing, so if it's bad, please forgive me
Shiena and Otoya's personalities and interactions stem from the Drama CD's. The rest of the cast are based more off the manga because it's fabulous and why not
This: -insert name- is who's point of view it's being told from. If there's nothing there, then it is being told by the magical narrator in the sky. This is law.
-Kenmochi Shiena-
The day of the court, I kinda sat there with shame. I never really said anything. I just nodded. Yes, no, and sometimes I'd just press my head to the table to avoid everyone's shameful looks. I just had to sit there, listen and feel my remorse coursing through me, and setting in like poison.
That's because It didn't matter, I already pled guilty.
The courtroom had fallen silent at her plead, as it had taken the words from everyone, and they peered with surprised glances at a girl, who looked 18 years of age, and stared down at the surface of the desk she sat in, attempting to hide from everyone's gaze and conceal her embarresment for this whole situation.
The judge narrowed his eyes in annoyance and continued
"10 years," He spoke with a voice that almost sounded like a growl, as if he was personally angry with the girl, "For multiple accounts of Tax Fraud, Cyber Larceny and leaking Global Intellegance Files." He hit the gavel on the table three times, rather loudly, Shiena noticed.
"Wow. Just break the gavel already, you damn jerk," She whispered, and gave a quick discreet cough into her elbow
Shiena took the time she had and thought back at the charges. She and her group would hack into bank accounts and she would make money to keep herself living comfortable, without second thought of the consequences. However, the Global Intellegance Files she leaked to the public were something she felt no remorse for.
She felt vehemently proud of the memory, because the system bullied her, so she bullied the system.
A bailiff came to her side and gestured that she stand up, so he could escort her out. The Kenmochi girl felt tears form on the corners of her eyes as she realized she was going to be locked up for ten whole years. It hit her a bit late, but it was a painful punch to the stomach.
She wishes she could adjust her glasses right now, but her hands were cuffed in an irritating position yet again.
"Of course, mom sees this as some kind of field trip," Shiena muttered as she looked through a small box her mother was tasked with packing for her, as she sat in a office-like waiting room for someone to do something with her. Inside the box, were the usual hygiene items, a book, and a spare pair of glasses identical to the ones she already had on.
There was also a spare for the spare, and a spare for that spare. "She knows me so well," Shiena leaned back in her chair and looked around the room filled with empty chairs.
She was furious with the place already. The counter clerks treated her like trash, and the guards eyed her like an animal. She had to go to a class before coming here, and take many medical exams. The only thing Shiena got out of the pre-prison classes is that she will be striped of her freedoms and it will not be fun. In her opinion, they just try to convince you not to kill yourself, as if will be an embarrassment and hard to cover up. 'But they're not really good at it,' she noted.
Shiena had small bags under her eyes from the stress of staying up overnight on the empty prison bus and her hair was just a tad bit messier at the moment than usual.
She looked down at her short sleeve jumpsuit with clenched fists. 'I think these uniforms were purposly made to make an inmate's life just a bit more miserable than it already is,' the thought only made her angrier.
There were two uniforms in this women's prison that were optional, but both were equally uncomfortable. Shiena was given both of them and she added them to her one, small cardboard box.
After long, eternity-like minutes of staring at a clock on the wall in front of her, someone finally called her name. She stood up with a sigh of relief and a guard woman escorted her through a tightly locked metal door, and upon opening it, she muttered, "This way," and Shiena nodded hastily with sweat forming on the edges of her forehead.
This door lead to the bleeding heart of the island she was on, and she quickly shivered at the cold air that had enveloped her body, and shifted unconfortably in the jumpsuit she sported. It didn't provide much warmth.
It was a narrow hallways she walked through, with fluorescent lights buzzing with one every six blinking on and off, threatening to go out.
It was quiet, and the place smelled like fresh concrete. Shiena looked around the concrete jungle and a deep, empty feeling, gnawing at her insides.
Following the guard very closely, she hugged the box against her chest tried not to look back at the glares and grins she was given by a few female inmates who noticed her arrival. There weren't that many inmates, for some reason. But nevertheless, small private conversations whispered around left a rippling echo through her mind.
Shiena knew she didn't want to be bullied in here like she was in high school that was not too long ago, so to make a dominant first impression, she shifted her back straight as she walked, attempting to look unaffected by the frightening new enviroment she was in, and held her nose up high
It merely succeeded in making her look like an adorable librarian.
She finally reached her cell and without any more briefing, a metal door clangs shut, and keys are heard locking the door tight from the outside of the cell.
Upon hearing the cell door come to a close, the glasses girl turned around and felt her insides melt. She frantically dropped the box on the floor and jumped at the bars that enclosed her as if she was a an ant in a child's palm
She gripped at them tightly, "That's it!?" she screamed, but the guards payed no attention to her pleas, "How long are the doors going to be closed? When do I eat anything?" Her voice eventually succumbed to a cry
No response from anywhere. Just the echoes of boots getting quieter and quieter with every heartbeat.
A small sob escaped her lips, and she set herself down with her box onto the bottom bunk of the two beds, lined top to bottom, "Bullshit," she whispered, "bullshit bullshit bullshit."
With a sigh, Shiena slowly began to unpack. There was no knight-stand, so she just slid the box under the bed
"Ugh...At least I have the cell to myself," The corners of her lips tilted up a bit and she wiped her face with her sleeve. She looked around for a clock, and her smile faded, as she laid down, the springs of the bed creaking with her arrival. She pulled covers over herself and closed we eyes.
It was almost pitch black, save for some lights from downstairs that left the cell damp and dark with little light. But not a single way of knowing the time from where she was.
"This might suck," Shiena groaned and removed her glasses, "But I don't break that easily." She sounded a bit more optimistic and decided to think positively, even with what little she had to work with.
That night at 2:00 AM, a nerve wrecking, high pitched and boisterous laugh echoed though the prison and woke up most in that cell area, save for hard sleepers like Shiena. Two bulky male guards with stone plastered faces carried a girl by the shoulders towards Cell block D. She was held off the ground by a few inches and was laughing like a maniac to match her apearance.
This woman had long black hair with a purple tint to it. It was tied into a long messy pony tail. She had narrowed ocean blue hawk eyes and a mirror shattering grin on a pale, beautiful looking face.
She kicked her feet up and shook around in the mens' grip as a half-hearted attempt to escape, but failing because she could not control her hyena laugh that probably woke up most of the island by now. "Hahahaha! Lemme go!" She tried, "Heehee, let's work something ou-ACK!
A blunt object came down on her head and quieted her down. Completely. It was the handle of a stun gun, which knocked her out and made dragging her a bit more convinient. The guards opened her cell and one tossed her sleeping form up on the top bunk, seeing as the bottom was occupied.
Leaving and locking the cell, one of the large hulking men took a few quick glances at Shiena, and he never felt more sorry for anyone in his entire life, before leaving to catch up to his colleague.
"I heard she lusts over her friends! Gross!"
"Kenmochi is a big geek!"
"What, do you want your glasses back? Too bad!"
Jerks.
I'll get my revenge.
"SWEET MOTHER TERESA!" I shrieked and snapped awake to the painful sound of an irritating alarm. I rubbed my itchy eyes and yawned. Thank god I'm awake, it's not like my dreams were very pleasant anyways...
...and I just remembered I'm in prison.
Correction, that was a prison bell, not an alarm clock.
Judging by the soreness in my eyes, I cried myself to sleep last night. Not surprising. This bunk is uncomfortable and this place smells like concrete and tears. Before coming here, I read internet articles on women's prison experiences. Everyone cries on their first night. It's because they're scared, uncomfortable, and they cant stop thinking about how they were gonna do this same routine everyday for years
Trapped like animals, they are.
Now I've been laying here and staring at the bottom of the top bunk for like ten minutes just thinking, so I move up and sit down. Running a hand through my hair, I use the other to feel around for my glasses. When I found them, I put them on, and walked over to the cell door. My bare feet touching the icy cold floor giving me shivers in the back of my legs.
My hands reach the bars, grasping onto them like I did last night. I peer through it a little bit and look around. Not much inmates around right now. I guess they're locked in cages as well.
I yawn loudly, and muse to myself, "Mhm, another day closer to repaying this merciless debt to soci-Mmhh!"
Something grabbed me. I screamed and it came out as a mewl against the palm of someone's hand. They felt me up roughly from behind and had one hand on my mouth to silence my screams, and another wrapped around my waist with my arms caught, motionless, underneath.
The annoying alarm came on again an suddenly the cell doors slammed open with metal clashing against the wall with a pang.
"Nice to meet you, roomie~." A soft whisper hit my ear, followed by a brief giggle. The hands let go of me and I sunk to my knees with my glasses hanging on the bridge of my nose.
I look up slowly as I adjust them, and my lens' focus on a girl with a long messy black ponytail. The ends of the ponytail looked unique in a way that reminded me of a spider, and the smile that fell on her face looked innocently sinister in a way I can't find the words for.
She smiles as I stand up. I don't even know her name yet, and I already hate her. She is the splitting image of a high school bully. Not the kind of bully who steals a love interest or writes ugly emails to you or starts a nasty rumor. She looks like the kind who will pull you by the hair and shove you in a locker, before setting it on fire with her plastic smile.
"Oh how rude of me!" She claps her hands together like a giddy schoolgirl, "My name is Otoya Takechi." She holds a hand out and stares into me expectantly. I'll admit that her oceanic eyes are very pretty, but the sight of them makes me falter.
I looked down at her hand for about three seconds, then slap it away. "I'd rather not," I narrow my eyes and say through clenched teeth. She only grins at me and takes a step foreward, her face entering my personal bubble. I hate that feeling.
"Hehe, that's cute!" She grinned even wider, but I held my ground against her as she put a finger towards my face, "I'm gonna have fun breaking you~" Otoya began a crazy giggle as she turned around and walked out of the cell.
I was weak at the knees by then, but she hasn't intimidated me just yet. What she said was obviously a joke,anyway. But as I watched her leave, my eyes traced down to her back pocket because a glint caught my eye, and the sight was going to haunt me tonight.
They were wicked, and tattered, scissors.
I found the cafeteria quickly. It wasn't too bad, there were tables lined up and a kinds of women sitting down and standing in line. At least this wasn't like high school, where everyone would bore their eyes all over you when you were the 'New Kid'.
I slowly grabbed a tray from a cart and stood in line, and when it was my turn to get my breakfast I held it out. Of course, just like in movies, a gray, undistinguishable blob of matter was flopped on my plate
I looked up, and the server was a young girl with a bob cut and lightly shaded blue hair with a black headband to top it off. She smiled at me. Her voice was soft, feminine and somewhat curious. "New?" She asked me.
"New." I nodded. I decided to make a quick introduction, not only because her smile draws me in, but the simple fact that I need to know people, quick. "My name is Kenmochi Shiena, from Cell Block C."
"Ahh, it's a pleasure, Kenmochi-san. I am Shutou Suzu," Suzu had sharp, golden eyes that had left a mysterious, yet kind and mellow impression on me, same goes for her alluring smile.
I thought her name. Shutou Suzu sounds very old fashion. Like from the 1800s, and I swear i've read it somewhere.
I realized she was trying to strike up a longer conversation, so I stood there and made room so she could keep serving breakfast to others while she spoke to me.
"Do you have a cellmate?" She snuck quick glances at me while she spoke and scooped up the matter unto the trays of other inmates. "They either make everything easier, or harder for you," Suzu explained.
I gripped onto my food tray and got goosebumps as I remembered my 'bunk buddy'. She was pretty, but she looked insane, and acted like a bitch.
She was a pretty insane bitch.
"Takechi Otoya, she said her name was."
Suzu blinked twice and she served the food a bit unsteadily. Seemingly disturbed. Her being disturbed scared me past my limits and I began thinking that maybe what that girl said earlier was true. Oh god, oh jeez, oh Mother Teresa on a Mercedes Benz, please don't let this happen.
I leaned forward slowly, "W-why, w-what's wrong?" I couldn't control my stuttering, nor the shaking sensation in my arms and shoulders. But I played it off soon after with a forced smile that was obviously failing at its task.
"Nothing," Suzu brushed off, "I think you should go find somewhere to sit." Yep, something was bothering her. "Maybe tomorow I can educate you on this establishment if you'd like."
I considered her offer quickly, and took her advice. "Thanks," Then curried off quickly and thought very hard about what made her act so weirdly at the name 'Takechi Otoya. But nevertheless, I'm suprised I found a friendly person like Suzu here. It gives me a sense of relief that not everyone wants to violently and horrifically rip me to shreds.
I sat alone on the edge of a table next to the wall with my food. I take everything I said before back, this was high school. The tables look like they are seperated by cliques or groups, well, kinda. But still, just like in high school, I'm not in any of them.
In high school, I kinda just roamed around from group to group until I fit in. I tried to hang with the 'cool' kids, but I stuck out like a sore thumb. Or once I sat briefly with the punk kids or 'rebel children'. They were unexpectedly nice, but cryptic and constantly wanted to spray paint and vandalize things. Then there were the... Junkie kids. It wasn't until my middle school friend, Yukari Matsuoka, transfered in, and introduced me to a group of computer geeks and geniuses, collected together.
They were called 'Collective Dismissal' and they taught me almost everything I know today. We did all kinds of shenanigans, such as hacking into bank accounts for one. But above all, we took care of... Bullies. Corporate buisness bullies, and exposed their secrets one by one. Starting with the texts of some popular slut at school, to a company that made dark and secret investments across Japan.
They said that they were going to switch some records around and one of these days, and I would be free. I just had to wait a year, and they would be sending me various letters, reporting their progress. But I doubt they will do it, and it pisses me off a bit.
I just noticed that my food has been neglected this whole time.
Before I could eat, I felt a strong presence cut into my thoughts and I briefly glanced at the wall next to me, and standing there was a tall, woman with short, red, lion-like hair and a bold expression of consentration. Thankfully, she wasn't looking at me as I stared at her with what I'm guessing is a blush on my face. This handsome, beautiful woman was a prison guard in uniform.
But she looked like a prince.
i don't know whether I'm descriptive enough and it bothers me.