Some time in the after noon, Hajime walked into the control room in his typical no-nonsense face. He asked Seitarou, who was looking at the scenes. "How's the inmates?"
"Everything's going great sir." The blue hair lad stated.
"Did anything happen?"
"No sir, everyone's seems to be staying in their cells."
"Huh?" That was odd. He would've expected at least one of them to make some noise.
Just then, the guard soon spotted something on the wall.
As he turned, Seitarou asked "Is everything alright sir?"
Hajime didn't answer; too curious about what he was looking at. As he gotten closer, he saw a doodle-of what? Only god or the devil himself knows.
"It seems as though someone has drawn on wall?"
It was so crude and the coloring was out so out of lines that the prison guard had seen better sketches from four year-olds. Just what the hell is it suppose to be? He can't decode stupid and he has job babysitting a bunch idiots twenty-four/seven.
"I thought you said no one left?" Hajime questioned.
"I did. All inmates haven't gotten out since you went looking for Yamato."
"THEN WHY ARE THERE WALL DOODLES ON WALL?!"
"I don't know sir." Seitarou whimpered
He looked at it again: it was at that moment his eye moved and and saw another unidentified scribble and another. However the last one looked a bit better then the other two and didn't have the coloring issue. Hajime could feel a vein popping after clenched his fist tight and muscles tensed. He had good idea of who was behind these poor excuses for graffiti and intend to make them spill everything.
"Keep watching for the others?"
As Hajime soon as walked out of the room, the blue hair lad said. "Uh, sir?"
But the bald guard ignored it. He has an escape artist to find.
Minutes later Hajime came back dragging Jyugo, who was struggling to get free, by his shirt. He place the hetero-chromatic teen on the floor and stared him down.
"Would you mind telling me why are you out of your cell and why did you draw on the wall?"
Giving off a bored face, Jyugo replied. "Look, I was bored so i walked out and found this random marker on the ground. I couldn't find any paper so I used the wall."
"What were you drawing?"
"I was drawing you Hajime."
"Hold on? That was suppose to be me!"
Just then, a small smile kept the prisoner's face. "Sure was. I was wanting to draw you with a mustache, but I gave up half way and scribble them out."
"Wait, who did the third the third one?"
"HA, HA, HA! I 'm done with my mourning work out!"
Hajime turned see Yamato said as he walking in the room. "Hey you've found my drawing of you Hajime."
"What?"
"Ha, ha, ha, like it? I wanted to try drawing after seeing the determination the other two had. Well, I 'm off, back for more training."
Neither of the said anything as the black hair guy left.
Hajime soon sifted his attention back to the inmate. "You know, you're cleaning that up number fifteen?" He asked calmly."
"Yeah."
After Jyugo gotten the area cleaned up, Hajime thrown him back into his cell and saying next time to ask for paper, despite the younger lad's fuss.
