We are all part of the circle.

It was ironic.

That she was supposed to mend our sex fixated minds.

I watched as Ino entered my cell block. The yellow walls made her look sick. Perhaps she was sick of all of us. Her high heels made her already slender legs look thinner and they gave her butt a lift. Seeing she was wearing a black and rather tight pencil skirt I didn't need to imagine anything. She wore a white shirt buttoned up to her neck. The collar looked almost like an extension of her pale neck.

She had always her long, cold blond hair in a tight and high pony tail. It swung along with her hips as she walked. Manicured red nails clutched her clipboard. She had all our names, sentences and progress written down. She knew all our darkest secrets and we didn't know her.

It frankly turned me on.

That was ironic.

She waved and asked us to gather in the blue room. It was supposed to calm us down and feel comfortable. The bars on the windows told us there was nothing to be calm about. I laughed at the quote above the door. The ever present noise and rambling stopped for these sessions.

Trust in others and grow

I would never trust in anyone.

I sat down on the uncomfortable black plastic chair and watched as the other seats in the circle became occupied. Two prison guards sat down next to the door. Those were the ones I paid attention to. Those were the only one who could affect and held real power over me in the room.

"Is there anyone who has something new to share this week?"

She chirped. She was too happy for this place. The scent of her perfume reached my nostrils. It was the same as always. Lilies and deceive.

"Anything anyone wants to share with the group, Itachi?"

Her blue eyes shot towards me. I was still on level one in her stupid program. She refused to face reality. She refused my story. I didn't regret it. I didn't regret a single thing. It's been three years and I'll never admit to doing something that was wrong.

I had seen several children come and gone. I've seen them break and repent. I've seen them almost all fake their way to freedom only to get arrested and put back in. Then entered Ino fresh out of school with her new system. Only a few had returned, my mate Kisame was one of them.

"I would gladly share my story again, but I won't repent."

It was the first of her steps. We had to tell our stories to move on to the next level. What we had done, who we had done it with, how it affected our family and local community and then we were supposed to tell how it affected us and why we regret it. The stories all start in the same fashion:

I'm a sex offender.

The only ones offended by my sexual relations were them. I was fine with it and so was my partner.

"You still think having sex with your little brother was the right thing to do?"

Yes, we had been doing it for years before we got caught. I was eight the first time I jerked off alone with him; he was two at the time. I didn't touch him until years later. He had touched me but I never made him. I never made him do anything he didn't want. That's why I didn't regret anything. We never did anything any of us didn't want.

"It sure felt right when he screamed my name, in addition to big brother of course, as I slammed into him."

I loved provoking her. I love that I made her cry the first private session we had. I loved that she hadn't been strong enough to properly fight me off properly when I touched her. She was now however. She knew how to deal with me. If I tried anything now she would send me to block D, isolation.

"Do you ever think about the fact that he's your own kin?"

Yes, it was taboo. It was that much better. I had known him since he was born. I had grown up with him. I know his likes and dislikes, what he enjoyed and what annoyed him. I had had sex many times with many partners but I had only made love to my little brother.

"Yes, it gave me easier access."

She flipped her papers over and jotted something down. She was fresh out of college and was already dealing with a nutcase like me. I knew all the awful things she wanted to scream at me, I could see it in her face that she wanted to hurt me. She didn't understand. Nobody beside my brother would ever understand.

I hadn't sexually abused my little brother.

He had wanted it perhaps more than me. Always begging for me to spend time with him, to tend to his wants and needs. He was jealous of my other partners, hogging all my time to prevent me from seeing others. He was the biggest predator. Yet I had taken the fall. I didn't mind. I never liked it on the outside they didn't understand me and put me in this cell. It would be better to be with Sasuke but I got by with what was provided to me in this institution. There was no rush in getting out.

I never abused anyone remember that.

I had matured early and everyone was taking it out on me. So what if I was a sexual being. There was nothing wrong with that, I didn't go around raping babies. I would never. Those dogs that do disgust me. They deserved nothing but death. I had never done anything wrong.

We were fine until the day we were caught. We had been lovers for years. I had my pants around my ankles and he was sprawled naked on the dining room table when mother and father came home. Mother cried and eventually took Sasuke with her to their bedroom. Father called the cops. I had gone flaccid and ended up in this place.

I'm not allowed to talk to him anymore. I was bad for him but from what I hear from friends is that he was become the biggest man whore in town. I would think it was better and safer that he just had one sexual relationship to his brother rather than one with anyone who would want to.

"Do you think he was old enough, mature enough to understand what you were doing to him?"

He had been perfectly aware what they were doing. He knew that it was considered wrong and he knew I was the only one who could satisfy him. Our love wasn't wrong. It was everyone else who was wrong. Our love had been like the kindest spring after the toughest winter. Sasuke had loved it and he knew perfectly well what he was doing and how perfectly well he had been doing it.

"He was the first one to touch me."

I had never told him to jerk me off. He had seen me doing it and wanted to try it himself. Perhaps he wasn't old enough to understand what he was doing at the time. I had explained it all to him before we ever had sex and he understood. He understood what we were going to do, what it meant and the consequences I was suffering.

"Did you provoke his behavior?"

Most certainly I did. He had seen me touch myself so many times. Seen how good it made me feel and of course he wanted to give his brother that joy. He loved his older brother.

"I rather not talk about that."

She wrote something down again. Slender fingers danced across the paper jotting down whatever she thought she had just found out about me. She didn't know shit.

"So, Sasori… Have you been watching the boys in the showers again?"

Sasori was seventeen. Pried on younger boys and was not shy about it. I had always viewed him as tall but I know he wasn't taller than average. It must have been all his slender limbs and calculated movements. He had the face of a porcelain doll, along with the dead eyes. His hair was the deepest red. I had suspected that he dyed it when he came here. He had been here long enough to prove me wrong.

Personally I'm indifferent to Sasori. He pries on younger boy, manipulates them to get what he wanted. The younger the better but he told eight was his limit. It used to be ten before he met a fine piece of ass asking for it at the age of eight apparently.

Sasori pushed his tongue against a hole where his piercing used to be. They had stripped him of his facial decorations when he came. It had been a show. He became violent and kicked several prison guards. He had then started a brawl with the inmates. I had wanted to deliver several solid hooks but it always paid off just watching. Watching the mass of bodies squirm around trying to hurt whomever, I enjoyed that.

It was everyone against everyone in here.

"What the fuck do you expect me to do? Close my fucking eyes so that I can't see these cunts wash themselves?"

He had just lost his TV privileges. I could see it in Ino's face.

Thunder and lightning.

She hated swear words she made that clear the first week. I can't help but to agree with her. I detest swear words myself. I had always stopped pleasing Sasuke if he took to swearing. It didn't feel right hearing crude words emit from my little baby brother. Swear words are for those too weak and dumb to think of some adjective better to express their feelings properly.

"There's a difference between seeing and looking, you know that. You also know not to swear, you can remember than when you're locked in during free time today."

A black chair shot back slamming against the wall. He rushed over to Ino stopping dead in his track right in front of her. Had it been a month ago she would have jumped behind her own chair trying to protect her head with her clipboard.

Now she was calm.

She had eye contact. His usually dead eyes were filled with fire now. Ino's were stern. She had become stern with us. She had finally grown accustom to what her textbooks could never teach her, how to deal with the maniacs on the inside.

She had learned that she could hurt the teen in front of her so much more than he could ever hurt her. He had only his fists and would be promptly stopped. She had all the power. She had the power to keep them all there and the powers to let them all go if she wanted to. It often made a bulk in my pants. I often thought about it pleasuring myself. She was older and female but she had power. She had power over me.

"Please take your seat."

She was calm now. She knew all of us. She had learned our limits. Sasori would never punch her unless he was thoroughly offended or pushed. She knew where to stop his ride. She could even go further than scolding him for watching them in the shower. I had for one given him a show.

He huffed and turned around. With small steps he made it to his chair by the wall and sat down. He refused to rejoin the circle. Ino looked over at one of the prisons guards. He got up and pushed Sasori in the circle again. He didn't enjoy it but he didn't start arguing again.

We are all part of the circle.

She let it slide this time. Must have been a good day and I would find out in our private sessions. I enjoyed our private sessions. I knew her in and out emotionally. I knew what to say, what words to use and when to use them. I knew her so well but I knew nothing about her.

All I know is that she has cat figurines and fresh flowers on her desk, she's tidy and on her wall hangs her diploma from Harvard. She studied at Harvard and ended up with this group. What had possessed her to come here I had no idea. It might have been the fact that she had been allowed to do what she pleases on us. We are her Guiney pigs.

"Deidara, do you think you're ready?"

Deidara was the newest member to our group. We didn't know much about him either. He had come three days ago and hadn't spoken much. He had on his second day punched Sasori in the shower for looking down at him. He had told the guards and it had earned him the night in isolation for punching Sasori. The system was never fair.

He flipped some of his yellow-blond hair over his shoulder. He was only sixteen but he had the traits of a fully matured man. Strong jawbones, chiseled muscles, defined eyes and the tightest ass in the group. I for one understand why Sasori was looking I had done the same. The difference was that I hadn't been caught and was still allowed to shower with the other boys.

Deidara seemed to be considering. He had probably done something sick. Having a threesome with his aunt and uncle, molested kindergartners or had sex with a cow. He probably enjoyed inserting things in his tight ass at the same time making him end up in emergency care all too often. The nurses knew to make the x-ray ready and to find some lube when he limped in.

"I'll think about it, un."

What I had picked up is that he ends every sentence with un. Un, the male articles indéfinis in French. I don't think there's a relevance. Unless… He likes to dress as a mime and smudge his make up all over as he rims little children.

We were all sick here and I was without a doubt the sickest. I'm smart enough to keep it to myself. Had I wanted I would have been out of this place in record time.

"For fuck sakes just do it!"

Kisame growled. He had no time for games. He wanted to know. He was the biggest in size and oldest in the group, eighteen years soon beating me with a year. His blue hair had started growing out showing off his black hair color. He was sturdy built. He enjoyed spending his free time working out. He was on his last visit in the institution. Next time he will be trialed as an adult. He would then become a lost case that would be punished and not repaired.

"Kisame!"

Ino always had a funny way of saying his name. It almost sounded like she said "kiss ah me." It might have been wishful thinking. I would kiss her all she needed to do was ask. Life could be boring inside these walls. Not much happened unless you stirred someone.

"What is going on with you guys? Do we need to end this meeting?"

One could certainly dream. Ino was apparently having a bad day so much for thinking she was in a good mood. Legs crossed, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. It would be a true joy to taunt her later today. Ino was supposed to mend our broken minds but she didn't watch over her own.

"Fuck it blow up fuck doll!"

The crudest one in our group was without argument nor doubt, Hidan. He was actually in here for running an underage sex circle. He had just like me refused to say sorry for his actions. I admired him for that. He was thick headed but he stood his ground. He had already been here a few months.

Hidan was a dandy boy. Had you placed him in a suit he could pass as someone who mattered. He didn't matter. He was placed here for having sex with minors, like the rest of us he was scum. He wasn't particularly tall, the broad shoulders gave the impression of it. He had wildly premature grey hair that he took good care of. It closed to sparkle in any type of lighting.

"Hidan! We have talked about this type of name calling, apologize!"

He crossed his arms and looked away. He muttered something even my sharp ears had trouble picking up.

"Fucking prude, but so good for fucking."

Ino had been able to hear it too. She sighed and rested her head in her hands. This was the last place she wanted to be at the moment. She was about to give up on us. She was the last person, for some of us, who still believed in us and we treated her like shit.

Her job wasn't supposed to be easy. She wasn't as professional as the former psychiatric we had at the house, she didn't have the same experience and sadly for her she gave a shit about us. She wanted us mended but we were unamendable. We were the worst in juvie.

"Could we please not boil me down to an object of sex, its mean and not healthy."

She looked up at us. A circle of indifference we didn't care that it was mean and hurt her, we were sick. She was at the end of her wits. She didn't know what to do. We used to have a good dialogue before. It was in a constant flow and nobody was too shy to tell that they were struggling and was praised when they had made progress.

I don't know what changed in here.

It could be the new arrival of the new guy. We didn't know his story or who he was but it had started before that. We were all in a rut.

"Ino, perhaps younger brothers aren't for fucking."