I do not own Deadman Wonderland in any form. This is a work of fanfiction.
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Chapter 1: provocation
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Azami Mido was in Deadman Wonderland as a prisoner for various crimes, and was made into one of the forgeries, which are artificial deadmen. After the hunts, the riots and finally the collapse of Deadman Wonderland, Azami was transferred to another maximum security prison. This would be where she would again encounter Senji and Ganta, as they were on their mission to fully decommission DW. The attack she suffered at the hands of the guards helped with her negotiations to be moved to another facility, which was minimum security. Even then, she would be under a microscope the entire time. Since it was believed that she may have been framed, as was the case with other DW inmates, the national courts decided to give her a reduced sentence. She would only really have to serve a small sentence, reduced from multiple life sentences to only two years, and she would be given compensation for the extreme danger she was put in like other Deadmen. The two years was only if her appeal wouldn't go through.
She settled in to the new prison fairly well, most of the other inmates learning through the trustees that she was at DW. This made the rest of them rather scared of her, knowing she was far more dangerous than any other inmate, and most of the guards. Some of the inmates tried getting on her good side, doing things like sitting with her during meals, trading food items and the like.
After her next meeting with Senji, she received a packet. It contained papers that she could fill out for an even earlier release. The papers were for authorizing her to participate in the final assault on DW, which would earn her a pardon from the government. She filled the papers out and they were sent to the correct officials. Senji again stopped by to confirm everything with her. "So, you know this could potentially become a suicide mission, right?" Senji began.
"Of course. As one of my conditions for helping, if I should die in the attempt or not, I'm to receive a full pardon. That, and if I DO die, I'll get buried in a public cemetery."
"Either way, it looks like it'll work out for you." He said, looking around and seeing the other inmates weren't quite so nervous anymore. "You made some friends huh?"
"I suppose you could say that. They know that if I screw up here, my early release goes out the window. I'll probably go back to Fuchu and that's it for me."
"I got a little something for you. A lady was just arrested recently, caught a couple of years. She's coming in for passing bad checks. First offense, so she's not getting much time."
"Okay, and what does she have to do with me? She gonna be my cellmate?"
"Bingo. They're bringing her in later today. Do me a favor and don't hurt her. At least unless she does something first."
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When the new inmates came in, Azami greeted her new cellmate, Akina Muramoto. She looked like she was sure of herself, but there was something behind her smile that said she was oblivious to how prison life goes. "Just relax, don't pick fights with people, and you should do okay." Azami told her.
"I just really didn't think bad checks were such a big thing." Akina said.
"I wouldn't think so either, but the courts think so."
"What are you in here for? If you don't mind my asking."
"Numerous counts of murder, attempted murder, assault, arson, grand larceny and a few other things. But many of my charges were fabricated by the warden of the other prison I was at."
"Which prison is that?"
Azami unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on her jumpsuit and pulled it down to expose her shoulder, which had a tattoo. It was the DW symbol with 3733, her old inmate number. "Ever hear of Deadman Wonderland?"
Akina was stunned, hearing about the horrible things that went on there. "You were a Deadman?"
"Kinda. I was a forgery, which some of the deadmen looked down on."
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The next day in the common area, everything was normal. Inmates put in their canteen orders, getting their assorted foods and snacks that were not prison mandated and as such were more desirable. Akina used the phones to call home, having a short chat with her parents. They gave her what little advice they could give, as they had never been in the situation she was in. "Heh, they say to fight the toughest person there. Even if you lose, others will leave you alone for even wanting to fight them." Her dad told her.
"But I'm not strong enough to fight anyone here."
"I guess. Maybe just smack someone and walk away. That might catch them off guard."
Her mom took the phone. "Honey, don't listen to him. He doesn't know what he's talking about."
"I didn't think so."
Akina picked up her breakfast tray and sat with Azami and some of the other ladies. Not being used to prison food, she was put off by the taste. She ate everything and took her tray to the return, then decided to go shower, since it didn't seem like the block shower was too occupied. She grabbed a fresh jumpsuit and took her soap and towel up to the shower. When she started, there were only a couple of other women in there, but it steadily filled up until there was hardly any room left. She started feeling awkward, but didn't want to make eye contact with anyone.
After cleaning up, she went to take her jumpsuit to her cell. Along the way, she heard a couple of the ladies whistling at her, making catcalls and the like. It started to feel like she would become a victim soon, so she decided to take her father's advice, even if it was more joking than serious. "What's the worst that could happen? I get my ass kicked and people will probably still leave me alone." She thought to herself.
At lunchtime, she set her plan into motion. She could tell by the looks on everyone's faces that Azami was the toughest of them all. Before she sat down at the table next to Azami, she put her hands on Azami's shoulders and leaned in close. How about a back rub later?" She whispered seductively.
Everyone at the table, Azami included, looked at her as though she was crazy. Azami let it go, knowing she was inexperienced with anything involving prison. After lunch, Azami went over to the exercise area and started exercising. Wanting to keep it going, Akina looked at her while she was exercising, biting her lip as though she was going to try something. The final mistake would happen at dinner. As Azami finished and was standing up, Akina smacked her behind. Everyone, even the guards, knew she had messed up. Azami swung her dinner tray and hit Akina in the face, almost knocking her out. She picked her back up away from the table by the hair and looked her in the eye. "I don't know where you get the idea to pick a fight with the toughest person, but whoever said it is dead wrong." Azami told her as the guards started running over. "By you doing that, you've just made yourself my bitch."
Azami kissed her long and then let her go. She went over to return her tray and then went back to her cell. Before too long, the Lieutenant came over and went into her cell. He kept his hand on his pistol just in case. "Mido, I wish I hadn't seen that. What's worse is that I was seen seeing it. That means no plausible deniability. What do you think is going to happen?"
"Do you know why though?" Azami asked, sitting up on her bed and facing the LT.
"All I saw was her tapping you on the butt and then you clocking her with your tray. But I'll be unbiased here and listen to your side of things.
"She started earlier today. Putting her hands on my shoulders and asking if I wanted a backrub. Then, while I was exercising, she kept shooting me these looks. The final straw was her smacking my ass. That's something you don't do in prison unless you're ready for something."
"I see. I guess she thought picking on you would get her some kind of status. I'll talk to the other inmates and see if I can get something straightened out."
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The next morning, Azami was eating breakfast, almost by herself. She now had a guard with her nonstop until the LT's review was concluded. LT came over and sat with her. "Well, I've asked around, and your story is solid. i asked miss Muramoto and she said the same thing. Since everything lines up, and since miss Muramoto says she doesn't want to press charges-not like she could in this case, you're off the hook. And I've got to thank you for only doing what you did. I know you're capable of so much worse."
"I think she knows what's off limits now."
"So I can trust you won't do anything else against her?"
"I might get her to give me that backrub she asked about." She chuckled.
Lt got up and signaled the guard to leave Azami. One of the other inmates came and sat next to her while they both ate. "How ya doing?"
"Not too bad. LT just let me off, so I'm feeling pretty good. How about you?"
"Could be better, I mean we ARE in prison." She said as the both laughed. "But seriously, you really took it easy on that new chick."
"I honestly wanted to rip her jaw out, but I knew my early release would've went byebye."
"I hear from the trustees that they might put her back in your cell. You gonna do anything to her?"
"At this point, I almost have to heh."
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When night came just before everyone went to their cells, LT walked Akina back to the cell and escorted her in, with Azami sitting on the bed watching them. "Now remember, no more fighting. Miss Muramoto, we might not be able to stop her if anything happens again. Mido, don't hurt her. Okay?"
They both nodded a yes as LT left and the cell door closed behind him. Akina slowly walked over to Azami, who stood up with a stern look on her face. "Miss Mido, I would like to apologize. My actions were completely unwarranted." Akina said, her voice shaky.
Azami walked over to her and moved so Akina would have her back to the wall. Azami put her hands on the wall on both sides of her so she couldn't move. "My advice was the best. Don't pick fights and you'll be okay. Remember that?"
Akina slowly nodded a yes, looking on the verge of tears. "Yes. I'm so sorry."
Azami pressed her body against Akina's. You know what I meant when I said you're my bitch, don't you?"
"Please, don't." Akina said, starting to cry.
"Do you have any idea how long I've gone without the touch of another person? I'm physically starved here, and you go playing grab ass? I've got to do something about this."
Azami started running her hand down Akina's side, stopping at her belt. "Please, don't do this. I'll give you anything else you want."
"And why shouldn't I? You started this, remember?"
"I'm a... I've... "I've never had sex."
Azami stopped, just as she had unbuckled Akina's belt. "I need to teach you a lesson, but I'm not that much of a monster. I've seen and done unspeakable things at DW, but I can't take your flower." Azami said, moving her hand to Akina's behind, leaning in and kissing the side of her neck.
"So... you're not going to..."
"No. Not yet. But you do need to learn a lesson. This will go one of two ways. One, you'll be my girlfriend. It sounds much better than bitch, and you'll get to keep your V card. Two, you will be my bitch and I'll make you a woman tonight." Azami said, pressing herself against Akina further. "So, which is it?"
"I can... I can be your girlfriend. I'm not... like that, but I'll do my best." Akina said, relieved.
Azami closed her eyes and kissed Akina. When she backed up slightly, she unbuttoned her jumpsuit and pulled her underwear down. "On your knees."
"Um, what do I need to do?"
"On your knees. I told you already, I'm physically starved. That means I need something."
"But I've never-" She began, Azami interrupted her.
"I know. It's a good time to learn, especially given the alternative. Remember, this is how you keep your flower."
Akina slowly went to her knees in front of Azami. She got in close to her lady spot, unsure of what to do. "How do I... What do I do?"
"Start licking it. That's all. I'll tell you when to stop."
Azami put her hand on Akina's head and moved her closer. Akina followed what Azami said and started licking. Azami closed her eyes and started pressing herself against Akina. She kept licking until Azami reached climax, then stood back. She picked Akina up and hugged her. "See? That wasn't so bad." Azami said, slightly short of breath.
"That's all? Are you gonna do that to me too?" Akina asked, still shaking.
"If you weren't a virgin, I would've done so much more than that already. Now, come to bed."
Azami buttoned up her jumpsuit and climber in bed. Akina went to climb in her own bunk but Azami stopped her. "You told me come to bed." Akina said.
"I meant this one. I don't like sleeping alone. Just get in here."
Akina got into bed with Azami and they covered up. Azami kissed her on the forehead. "Is this going to be an every night thing?"
"Until one of us is released or dead."
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When morning came, Akina was the first up. She looked at Azami and saw she had a sort of happy look about herself. "Thanks." Akina said, lightly squeezing Azami's hand.
Azami finally woke up just before the cell doors opened. She walked over and got a good morning kiss from Akina. "Thanks for last night. I really needed that. But hey, at least the others will leave you alone now. If they know you're my girlfriend, they won't touch you."
Akina hugged her. "I want to apologize again. What I did was totally unacceptable. And thanks for not... you know."
"I'm going to get that backrub tonight, just so you know." Azami chuckled, hugging her back.
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