Shy: Ohayo! *waves and smiles* I really hope that we've caught your attention with this one. We wanna go far with this story but that all depends on you minna-san, ne? I really hope that maybe you'll be good to us and like our idea ^_^ Pwetty Pease. Please give it a chance, it will get better.
Crush: these are the things you need to know to start understanding our story -_-'
The time they're in jail for:
Yoji – Rape - 22
Aya – Abuse - 10
Ken – Man 2 - life (Ken also starts out as a guard)
Omi – Prostitution and homicide – life
Crawford – Taxevation – 7
Schuldig – assault with a deadly weapon – 7
Farfie (do we really need to say?) – life
Nagi: drugs, possession, and blah – 6
Warning: we aren't absolutely positive on the real time spent in jail for all of these but we are hoping that most of them are close ^_^ please no flaming but if you know, we would quite appreciate the heads up thanx!!!
Pairings:
OmixSchu
FarfiexYoji (sorta)
KenxNagi
AyaxCrawford
Plus: Omi x lotso ppl ^^
Disclaimer: We don't own Weiss or Schwarz as much as we loved to, if we did we wouldn't just be writing stories about them ~_~''' or the songs that we use for quotes this one is "My own Prison" by Creed don't own that either!
Dedicated to Brianne; A women rode out of a fogged forest and into a broken town, carrying many great abilities. She told the people there that she could not bring peace or hope to their lives, but she could teach them to smile.
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We're all held captive Out from the sun A sun that shines on only some We the meek are all in one ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gasoline ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shy *Crush ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Omi 877682 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Five days since yesterday, I stopped pretending someone would give a damn. I also stopped pretending that being behind bars for one whole year out of the whole of my life sentence hasn't made me a bitter person. Because it has. Not belonging here is the only thought that echoes through my screaming mind. Being here eats me alive. Earning everything you deserve comes easily in jail and so does learning your place. My place, beneath some horny thirty-year old. Like I said 'eats' me alive." I had finally given up being sweet about this, if children's Rights though I needed a shrink to be in here, then why was I in the 'big' place anyway? I'm not stupid; it was here or baby jail. In one I would be considered the predator, in the other I'm the prey. Which do I deserve? No one deserves what I have to go through. "Thank you Tsukiyono, see you in a little bit." - - - So they headed me back towards my cell, just in time for dinner. The pure joy of waiting for the crap they call food exhilarates me. What is it today, brown mush, oh yay. With a heavy sigh I proceed down the line. "Hey, baby-doll come sit with me, right here," a sick blond man laughs at me pats his lap and turns to laugh with his 'friends.' "Ahaha, fuck you," I laugh back. "You may be, later," he sneers, going back to his slop. 'Oh most likely' I sigh again, a splash of soup pouring thickly into my ceramic bowl.
~Flashback~
"But Persia, I'm hungry, I haven't eaten in three days." I followed the bearded man about my apartment panicky, "you can't take all my money again. If I'll starve you'll run out of money," smirking at the slight comment, I stopped talking just long enough for it to sink through his thick skull. Pulling nervously at the gold chain around my neck when he turned to glare at me.
"I'm getting no money with you around Omi, I would do better without you." Growling, he returned to searching through my things. "Where in the fucking hell is the last one hundred Omi?!" in a move to catch me off guard, Persia slammed my head against the gray wall, hand around my neck.
"I don't know where it is," I struggle against his grip. "Get off me."
~End Flashback~
I decided to sit at the back of the cafeteria, preferring to be by myself. Eyeing every soul who dares to glance at me, daring them to come over and play. But today, the new guy is putting on a show again. Really is a shame, I enjoy my attention. Lacking it make me crave it more. Harder. Wishing. My soup bubbles up at me, interrupting my day dream, dropping the spoon back into the mess, I stand and carry it over to the garbage, I wasn't feeling hungry. Not for food anyways.
"Take me back, I wanna go back to my cell," approaching the guard, I notice the familiarity of the dark brown hair and easy-going stance.
"Hai, did you eat?" his eyes star down at my number. "82? Did you finally eat, Omi?" laughing, the guard takes me by the arm.
"Hai, Hidaka-san." I mumble, brushing a fallen bang behind my ear. "I tried to eat but it wouldn't matter, you wouldn't want me to enjoy puking my guts out later?"
"They're gonna take you back to the re-hab center you know, you wouldn't want that would you?" Now why would we want that, I ponder the thought and smile inwardly. I might get home sick … "Oh, you know what I heard today."
"No what," he can be so … well, stupid sometimes.
"Talk around here, your getting a new cell mate," a new playmate? "Some kid that they don't want in baby jail." Stopping outside the bathroom/shower stalls, the guard put a finger to his mouth and "shhh" me, smiling. "But you didn't hear it from me."
"Okay," I smile back, trying my best to laugh in his face. "I wont tell anyone." The guard name Ken Hidaka knocked twice upon the door. "Why didn't you take me to my cell?"
"Your shower time little boy, you can go back to your cell after you clean up."
Well, anyways, one could probably guess what happens to me in the showers, and it aint clean. Walking as casually as I could in the steaming room, I catch Ken's eyes, giving him a smile. I really did consider this the gates of hell. My hell.
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Fear is something I've learned, stuck in this hellhole. Innocence means nothing to me. The boy in the cell next to me is a seventeen-year-old prostitute who killed his pimp. The man across abused his sister for six years.
The first time I attempted to use my power in here was when I first got here. A man named Brad Crawford came in the same day. Sharing a cell with the tall man I figured he was the best advocate to attempt. Brad turned to me after a moment and politely told me "to get the fuck of his head."
The worst thing about my power is I can tell what kind of person you are by looking you right in the eye. It's hard to get to know someone if you already know how they think.
"Shuldig," a familiar voice snapped through my mind.
"Crawford," I smiled turning around. "What's up Bradley-boy?"
"Omi," he said simply, "Shower."
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The worst thing about jail showers is the amount of people that stare at your ass. It wouldn't be that bad unless some of them were actually good looking. Apparently, though, that doesn't matter to Omi. He'll do anything to get laid and get a hundred. I don't suppose he knows any better but still, he's seventeen.
"Hey there, beautiful." I smirk when I finally spotted him. "Busy?"
"Yes," he snapped angrily.
"C'mon, baby. Let's get out of here." I smile down at his beautiful blue eyes, ignoring the annoyance in them.
"No!" he insisted I could tell he wasn't planning on moving, sighing I reached out with my mind to his. Moments later his small body fell into m arms and his mind shut down. I gently lifted him into a cradling position and carried him out side to where Bradley stood with both our uniforms. Oh, Omi, why do you do this to yourself? Why do you need us to prove to you that we care even if we don't let you sleep with us? Omi?
It was night before Omi awoke. "Schuldig," he hisses though the bars at my unmoving form. I didn't turn to him. I just pretended to sleep.
"Go back to bed, Chibi. You can bother him tomorrow," Yoji, a man across from Omi, whispered. Kudou Yoji is on of the most self-centered, egotistical, horny men I have ever met, in jail no less it amazes me how they out a man who rapes little boys next to a man-whore. If he ever touches Omi I'll break every bone in his body, starting with his dick.
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"Good morning." Bradley nodded to me the next day, "we apparently are off today."
"If you mean what I think you …"
"Free time," he grimaced.
Free time was the worse possible thing in jail. One basketball, twenty-two men and someone always gets hurt. The worst part about 'free time' is they force you to play basketball. Another bad thing was both Omi and Yoji were on laundry duty. Alone. Locked in a room. If he touches him …
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Naoe Nagi arrived six-thirty that night. Another baby jail reject. Omi's newest cellmate. The kid was only fifteen and suffering withdrawal from heroin, ice, angel dust, ecstasy, and pretty much every other drug on the market. Omi's new best friend.
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~Shy ^_~
*Crush -_-'