Hey all! So, I had this idea for a while since I started watching 'Orange is the New Black'. So, tell me what y'all think ;)
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…
Izaya cursed his action again and again as he sat at the back of the prison van, his hands cuffed, an ugly, bright orange jump suit hanging off of him. The prison was used to having large, muscled prisoners, not thin guys with a feminine build like Izaya.
Izaya's parents kept telling him if he got into anything bad he'd end up in jail; and they wouldn't bail him out. Or course, as soon as they found out that Izaya had been doing some illegal stuff for a company online and he had to serve two years in the Ikebukuro Prison they sighed, his mother cried but they promised to visit at least once a month and pay in money so he could buy stuff and make the place more like home. After all two years was a long time.
Izaya regretted his actions. He was only nineteen but his life was ruined – there was no way he'd get a decent job with a criminal record.
'Heads up, it's not so bad.' Izaya looked up slowly. The driver had finally spoken after more than ten minutes of silent driving thorough security. It was hard to see his face because of his beanie that covered half his eyes and the high collared shirt.
'How would you know?' Izaya asked, hating how pathetic he sounded.
'Because I used to be here. As in, an inmate. I got out ages ago but since I had no where to go the prison employed me as the driver. Not too bad, eh?' Even though Izaya knew the man was trying to life his spirits he felt sick. Was this the best he could be – an ex prisoner driving other prisoners to their cells?
'I'm Kyohei Kadota by the way' the man said.
'Izaya Orihara' Izaya introduced himself. The man smiled at him in the review mirror but didn't say anything until Izaya finally got out by the enterance to the main cell block of the prison. Kyohei rolled down his window.
'Good luck, Izaya' he said. Izaya smiled and waved his hand before two huge guards led him towards the enterance.
A bored looking lady met them when they walked in through the doors.
'Arms out' she ordered, glaring at Izaya from behind her glasses. Izaya gulped and turned his scarlet eyes to the floor and extending his arms, like an aeroplane. The lady patted his arms, then his chest, back, stomach, hips, legs… She put her hands in his pockets, double checking all his belongings have been taken when he was handed the uniform, and nodded at the guards.
'All clear.'
'Thank Namie'. The guards pushed Izaya towards the first doors on the left and he stumbled slightly.
'Sorry' one of the guards laughed. 'We're not used to having small guys like you.'
'Yeah, the other prisoners are gonna have fun with you' the other grinned, before giving Izaya an apologetic look when his friend jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow. Izaya felt like he was going to be sick but he didn't have time. Out of nowhere a brown haired man with glasses and a white doctor jacket popped up in front of him.
'Hi!' he mock saluted Izaya. 'I'm Shinra Kishitani, the prison doctor. You can go now, boys' the guards nodded and left. 'So,' Shinra checked his clipboard. 'The blood test ran before shows that you aren't under the influence of drugs, Izaya. I just need to check a few things and you can be on the way.'
Izaya was getting more scared by the second as Shinra checked his temperature, weight and height. He desperately wanted to stay with this doctor but the tests were over soon enough.
'Everything seems to be alright, Izaya' Shinra smiled brightly. 'You are slightly small for a nineteen year old, and thin too but perfectly healthy. If that was to change just pop in here, I'll have you fixed in no time at all.' Izaya nodded, not trusting himself enough to speak. Shinra tilted his head and lead Izaya out of the doors. With every step Izaya came closer to his new 'home', the cells. He shivered when he stepped through the guarded doors and entered the prison block. There were metal, solid looking doors on either side of him, running all the way down the never ending corridor and disappearing behind various corners. Shinra checked his clipboard again.
'Okay, so your covers and pillows have been delivered already – you're lucky, most people have to go fetch them themselves. You're room will contain a bunk bed you'll share with your cellmate and a bathroom. You're schedule will be taped to your bed but I recommend you learn it fast.' Shinra was blabbering excitedly. 'And you're room is…187.'
Izaya looked uncertainly at Shinra when he trailed off, staring with concern at his clipboard. Realising Izaya was staring at him he tried to cover up his reaction.
'Its fine, I'm sure you'll love the room!' He said quickly.
'It's my cellmate, right? There's something wrong with him?' Izaya asked, panic creeping into his voice.
'No, there's nothing wrong with him!' Izaya assured. 'It's just, he's a little…'
'YOU SON OF A BITCH!' There was a terrifying scream, like the howling of a beast and a huge man was sent flying through the air, right in front of Izaya and Shinra. He hit the wall and crumpled to the floor, groaning and moaning in pain.
'Violent' Shinra finished in a whisper and Izaya watched in horror as his cellmate appeared. The first thing Izaya realised was how handsome he was. The second thing was how pissed he looked. His blond hair was in his eyes, his teeth were gritted and his hands balled into fists. His orange uniform was unzipped and tied around his waist, leaving a white t-shirt that showed off the man's muscles.
'Please move me' Izaya squeaked. He was not a guy to be scared easily but the sight of his new roomie made him want to dig a hole and hide in it forever.
'I can't' Shinra whispered, sounding like he really wanted to. 'God, if only you were a bit more…manly. He doesn't start fights easily; maybe he would leave you alone. Or you could at least protect yourself…' Shinra clamped his mouth shut. 'Just don't get in his way.'
'Shizuo!' Shinra suddenly yelled at the man. Izaya looked at him like he was crazy.
'Don't call him over here!' but it was already too late. The man stomped over to them and stopped about a foot away.
'What is it?'
'This is Izaya Orihara' Shinra motioned nervously to his companion. 'He's your new cellmate.'
Shizuo blinked in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed.
'I wasn't told about this'
'Ah, yes' Shinra tapped his fingers together. 'Probably because your reaction wouldn't be very positive.'
Shizuo eyed Izaya up and down critically.
'Take him back' he said firmly.
'I can't. All other cells are taken' Shinra whimpered. Shizuo opened his mouth to say something, the hesitated and rubbed the back of his head, looking annoyed.
'I don't want him in my room' he said angrily. 'You've managed to keep my room clear for ten years. Just put him somewhere else until there's a vacancy.'
'The closest Vacancy is in half a year, there's no way three people can share a room until then' Shinra said.
'Then I'll make a vacancy. I bet the hospital beds are real comfy' Shizuo growled.
Izaya took a step back and tugged on Shinra's sleeve.
'We can figure something out' he said in an urgent whisper. 'Just don't put me in one room with him' Shizuo sent him a dirty look. Shinra sighed.
'Look, Izaya, Shizuo, for today you're gonna have to make do.' He said. 'I've got work to do and I can't spend more time with you two being immature. Izaya, you're an adult now, you can take care of yourself. Shizuo, leave him alone, stay out of each others way and I'll try to figure something out for tomorrow. Goodnight.'
Izaya opened his mouth to do something – anything; begging was at the top of the list. But Shinra just smiled at him and ruffled his hair.
'You'll be fine. Shizuo, take care of him' Shinra ordered.
'What!? I'm not a babysitter!' But Shinra had already turned the corner. A loud, shrill sound echoed above Izaya's head, coming from the speakers erupting from the ceiling. Immediately the prisoners started making their way to their rooms for the night.
Oh no Izaya thought.
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