It Was Supposed To Be Easy
Duo stared at the padded wall glumly. This was not how Father Maxwell and Sister Helen would have wanted for him to live his life. It was a cell, for madmen. The walls were soft, crinkly and a faded, worn grey proved that.
He briefly wondered what madness he had been suffering when he had been placed here. The food fight hadn't been his fault. It was the manic from 3B. Duo was glad that he didn't share a room with that guy. Instead his room mate paced. All day long. It was enough to drive a man crazy.
Probably a bit late for that but. The straitjacket was probably a hint that he had gone too far. Who knew that mashed potatoes could be so dangerous. Duo had grinned at that, the squishy feeling of the mashed between his fingers, still wedged under his nails a constant reminder of what had happened earlier in the day.
This was no time for victory but, Duo had an itch. It was nagging at him, pressing at his senses, driving him further into the depths of his own mind. Itchy, itchy nose. Duo rubbed his nose against the wall, feeling silly and hoping that at this moment he wasn't under observation.
Then again, Duo couldn't blame the doctors, or the guards after what had happened previously. He was here, in this mental institution, a place for the deranged and strange, though the doctors and nurses wouldn't say that to the patients faces. Who knew, who knew who could be listening.
There was always someone who was awake, ready to leap into action. Guards to stand duty, patients to rant, doctors to treat the incurable, nurses to do double time and work over time. Then sedation, for everyone, in some way.
It wasn't just the patients that made this place crazy. That's why Duo had been sent here. Madness must have made him choose thisPreventer job assignment. Scouting out a state institution for the possible criminals attempting to short cut justice and time spent behind bars. The display last night, cupcakes and all, had accomplished his mission.
Though, weirdly, the Preventers hadn't contacted him even though the person on the inside had to know. Duo was getting really annoyed at the whole solitary confinement business. The padded walls were an insult. He wasn't that crazy. They were sticky too and Duo really did not want to know with what.
The straitjacket wasn't helping at all. Duo hoped that they would hurry, the itch had not gone away.
"I found you!" Someone said, peering through the narrow, barred slot before jerking their head away. Duo tensed as the door was jerked back, it needed to be oiled.
"Quatre! You took your sweet time, what were you doing - " Duo stopped and huffed, "Why are you laughing?"
"You're in a straitjacket," Quatre muttered, grinning.
"It's the new style!" Duo quipped.
"What? Bondage R Us? Way too much information, Duo."
"Just get me out of here, I feel like I'm going crazy. I hate being cooped up," Duo murmured, glaring at Quatre.
"Are you sure I shouldn't just leave you here? You seem right at home."
"Shut up. I still have the pictures of your last undercover mission, Quatre," Duo said.
Quatre shuddered. "Don't remind me. I don't think I can ever look at clowns in the same way... it destroyed that kink with Trowa," Quatre said sadly.
"Ew. Like you said, way too much information!"
"Oh don't worry," Quatre grinned, "There are all sorts of kinks to be explored!"