"SIT YOUR ASS DOWN!"
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH, WENCH!" Inuyasha swifted the object in his hand left to right. "You're not the one with the gun, are you?"
He watched the fear melt into the bank teller's eyes behind the clear glass. Everyone in the building was shaking and fidgeting for their lives; their hands were unsteady on their heads and by their sides.
Inuyasha, dressed in a fitted white suit and black pointed shoes, took a few steps to the left as his dual pistols hung lazily by his grip. He could feel the tension by the dozens of people in the room; how their breaths were uneven and out of sync.
"You there," he pointed the gun at the wench. "Are the cops comin'?"
The woman was confused but still replied, "Y-Yes." She gulped trying to watch her words and tone, "A-Any minute n-now."
"Alright," he nodded his head, tapping his shoulder with the gun.
He continued his loose steps to the right, hanging one pistol in the right and tapping his shoulder with the left.
"Why are you doing this?" asked a younger lady from the next teller.
Inuyasha frowned in his mind, but forced himself to keep a blank expression, "Because I have to."
Sirens suddenly submerged the entire ten-block radius. Shouts from police officers and aggressive barks from the dogs almost shattered the glass doors and windows. The hostages within the building breathed both a sigh of relief and cried tears of joy.
"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" the policeman demanded from outside. "DROP YOUR WEAPONS-" he took a pause- "NOW!"
Inuyasha gave his hostages a mischievous smirk before surrendering to the big bad blues. He slowly placed the dual pistols on the floor besides his feet. He rose up, slowly, with hands in the air as he rotated to face his fate.
"I condemn the defendant as-" the judge licked her lips before uttering the words- "guilty. You are sentenced to a supermax prison for five years; with good behavior, you may get out in three."
"W-What?" Sango, his attorney, muttered to herself. "Your honor, my client has no criminal history behind him," she scoffed as she rose up. "He doesn't even have a single parking ticket or traffic violation!"
The judge glanced at the papers before looking back at her, "While that is self-evident, Ms. Sango, I cannot simply ignore the fact that your client has been charged with armed assault of military grade firearms in a government issued establishment."
"Those dual pistols were not military gr-"
"The rest found in a duffle bag were." Sango pierced a glare into Inuyasha, lowering her head. "Mr.-"
"Inuyasha, please, your honor," he didn't want to use his last name.
The judge slightly nodded, "Mr. Inuyasha, because of no history of prior criminal convictions, I will allow you to choose the prison in which you will be held for your sentencing."
"BWI," Inuyasha stood firmly before the judge.
Sango took a moment to think, "BWI?" She angrily whispered to him, "That's one of the most DANGEROUS prisons in the states, Inuyasha!"
Inuyasha didn't react to her.
"Blackwater Institution, huh?" the judge lowered her reading glasses. "In Chicago?"
"Yes," Inuyasha had a slight grin.
And with that, the judge sent down her gavel, immediately signaling a cop to cuff Inuyasha and leave Sango in confusion.
"Inuyasha?!" she tried to reach out to him but fell short. "W-Why are you doing this?!"
He stared at her as he was pulled away, "Because…-" he felt the pain in her eyes- "I have to."
It was mid-day by the time Inuyasha was transferred to the prison. Hundreds of inmates in either orange or light blue uniforms surrounded the outside within the high barbed wire fences.
Call-outs such as-
"Hey Mr. Businessman can't you just buy your way out of here?"
and-
"Nice hair girly! Mind if I play with it?"
-were shouted at him as he walked along the pavement and into where he was going to get registered.
"One cell phone," the guard placed into a bin. "One suit," he placed again. "And one-" he took a look- "very expensive watch."
Inuyasha kept quiet and steady during the whole process. Guards stood high and mighty with armed guns, surrounding every single perimeter.
He followed the line of the other incoming inmates as they made their way into the next room. The white walls drained any emotion, and the cracked dirty tiles beneath him held Blackwater to its name.
The guard gave him a devilish smile, "What's your name, inmate?"
"Inuyasha."
"Inu-what?" the man snickered.
"Inuyasha."
The guard flicked his long black hair behind him with emphatic sass, "Are you getting a tone with me?"
"No, boss," Inuyasha shook his head. "Just here to do my time."
The man scoffed and wrote on his clipboard, "Take your uniform and leave my presence." Inuyasha stood there, motionless, "NOW!"
It was still rec time by the time Inuyasha got into his new, dull clothes. The fitted light blue shirt and darker shaded pants seemed to have done him some justice because he was getting whistled at from all types of directions.
Inuyasha ignored the noise as he surveillanced the field. There were men of the same color who kept to a corner with gym equipment and others of a different color-his tone-who sat on bleachers and cracked jokes; playfully yet roughly pushing each other around.
After a few clicks of every direction of the clock, he made his way back inside-past gen pop and through the opposite halls-and found himself in the chapel.
It was a small, yet filled room with many pews and mosaics decorating the walls. The priest stood at the podium, closing his book-probably a bible-and sending the dozens of inmates off with the sign of the cross.
Inuyasha made his way down the aisle as everyone else began to flood out. By the front row, he came across a man with black tied hair and pierced ears who wore a gray crew neck sweater and the same dark shaded pants.
He couldn't believe it was him; he let his shoulders roll loose and hands unclutch. However, the man turned around, looking lowly, with his hands still chained in cuffs and accompanied with his own guard.
Though disheartened by his status, Inuyasha didn't hesitate stepping up to him.
"Inu-" the man took a good look at him- "yasha…?" He felt both happiness and worry, "Why are you here?!"
"Because…" he laid a hand on his friend. "Miroku-" he leaned into whisper- "we're getting out of here."
