"How do you plead?"
He was guilty; there was no doubt about that. But he did not answer, and instead continued to stare down at his hands, clasped lightly in front of him in the same way they had been that night.
He let out a dry, muffled sob, and in the back round, someone's hair turned an amazing electric blue.
The judge glared lightly from him, to the man now fondling his blue locks in wonder. "Sir, this is a serious matter. How do you plead?"
He shook his head, still looking down. This was wrong. He shouldn't be here. He may be guilty, but he shouldn't be here.
"If you don't respond…" the judge drifted off.
"Ah, he'll respond your honor, just give him a minute." His lawyer said nervously.
Exactly 59.037 seconds later he responded.
"I could get out of here. Easily."
The bailiff shifted nervously from his position at the door.
"That may be true, but we need your plea."
"I'm in the wrong courtroom."
"Are you not-"
"Yes, yes, I am. I'm still in the wrong courtroom, however."
The judge grew exasperated with him. "We would like to know your plea."
He shook his head.
"Mr. Kuroba, how do you plead to the rape and brutal beating of Nakamori Aoko?"
Kaito's head shot up, and his eyes flashed. "Not guilty." He said at once.
