What Jail Has To Offer
A jail love story
A/N: I just thought of this out of my head (watching too much jail movies), but this is just a innocent yaoi story, of course it will be a AU+OOC. We are in Tamaki's POV, which sux, but what are you going to do? It won't work the other way...Oh, where are my manners? My name Is KyouyaLover101, I am a normal (gothic) anime lover who just loves Kyouya's strong, but sad demeanor and knew that Kyouya would easily fit my group in America. If you don't agree then re-read or re-watch Kyouya's episode/chapters. Because he is just like me and my people! Acts cold and evil but has a sad past and present, gets slapped and pushed around by his brothers and father, no mother to comfort him AND Kuze (the captain of the football team) bullying him! Now try to neglect THAT! -sticks tongue out- To those of you who watched the anime, you wouldn't know who Kuze is, he is introduced in chapter 22 in volume 6. Let's get on with it now! (I do not own ouran, blah blah blah...)
What jail has to offer ch.1
"Tamaki Suoh, for suspicion of 3rd degree violence (A/N: I don't really know what types of violence is 3rd degree, so ignore it if you study it.) on your collage professor, the jury finds you...guilty." My eyes grew wide and glared at the prick who done this, which was a black haired and pale professor, Yuki Marahu who I HAD a relationship with until I figured out about his wife and punched the shit out his nose for not telling me this. "And your punishment is life in prison." "Sir, if I may, isn't a little harsh?" my lawyer tried to reason with judge Harisha. "No, it is not and, you would understand if you read your manual." "Yes, sir." Then two policemen walked to me after the judge banged his mallet. "Put your hands behind your back." I complied with a growl and looked at who was on his side on the benches, which was my fathers' secretary and my father, my mother was in France. but my father wasn't looking at me, rather then pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. I sighed, Maybe I should have went to anger management... They walked me to the bus that will take me to my hell.
I was at the very back, by the policemen to make sure no one would harass me. I never was scared until I got on that bus a hour ago, all the men making kissy faces at me and giving a single to say, 'you're next' I hoped that this was just a nightmare, but when I felt a stick poking me up, I knew I was awake and doomed. "Come on, time to get your number and go to your cell." I unwillingly walked out and got to the owner of the prisons' office with the other criminals in front of me. The owner walked out with his handy man police by him. He was sporting a suit and tie with dark brown hair and had a ring with a spike on it pointing out, maybe to stab any who disrespects him I thought. "Alright! lets get on with it. My name is Mr. Linha" He walked down the row and gave them all numbers, suits and cell numbers until he got to me at the end of the line. "You, blondy, will be prisoner number 2784." He pushed a uniform to my chest, "and you're cell number is 47" Every prisoner who was walking by the newcomers gasped and ran. I was confused. "And you better hope for your life you don't get messed with." He whispered meanly in my ear.
I was still musing over what happened when they were taking us to their cells. I turned my head to a prisoner walking with the newcomers. "Why did everyone react when they mentioned cell 47?" The guy jolted. "W-well...some say he raped a man and left him on the road to die...Others think he killed both his parents and brothers. Then there are some..." my look egged him to finish.. "S-some say he is kira, you know, that case about the secret mass murderer?" I jolted, I was VERY familiar of that case, fore I have watched the news about him. Is this guy really Kira? Impossible, deaths are still happening...
"Cell 47, open!" The policeman called to his partner, who is opening the cells. My cell slid open and the policeman pushed me in. I quickly looked around, an open toilet, a sink and two bunk beds, where the top bunk had a lump in it. "Prisoner 1539, you got a cellmate, and both of you are going to report to breakfast tomorrow." The lump suddenly moved and sat up on his knees, "I know already." He looked behind him at me and the policeman. I jolted. He had dark black hair, pale skin, no glasses and long slender fingers. "Good luck, you're gonna need it." The policeman told me with a smirk. I gulped and looked at him again, he was cringing at me. "I-I don't mean any trouble, I just don't..." Tamaki stammered. Then suddenly, he put on some glasses and he stopped cringing. "Don't be silly, I don't want trouble either." he gaped, he spoke to him nicer then the policeman. "U-um... My names' Tamaki suoh. What about you?" I held out a hand. Then got scared, I forgot that in prison you NEVER hold out your hand or you get- He gulped again. "Kyouya. Kyouya Ootori." Kyouya shook my hand and took his hand back on his book that was on his lap. I sighed gleefully that he was different, then realized something. "You mean Ootori, like owner of hospitals nationwide Ootori?" He sighed, "Sadly, yes." "Why are you here then?" "Well," The raven haired boy laid down, "After my oldest brother won my fathers' business I decided to come out of the closet with my old boyfriend, but when we were on the date, watching a movie in the family room, father came in and told me to dump him, fore he was of 'no use, no pedigree' and when I tried to defend, he slapped me and pulled my boyfriend outside, I got mad and cut him. And since he had too many cuts and couldn't move, he died." I looked at him with sad eyes. "Why is he your 'old' boyfriend?" I asked. "When I told him about what I did he said he didn't want to be with someone who killed his own father. So his collage professor and him put a case on me." Then he gestured around the cell, "So now this is my life until I die." "What was both their names?" "My boyfriend was David Sham, an American, and his collage professor was Yuki Marahu." I jumped. He had a case with the same person who put me in here?! "By the way, may I ask you something?" "Sure..." "Why aren't you scared of me?" "Huh?" "Everyone here looks at me, then runs. Like I am a two-headed Cyclops. Why are you different?" "W-well, mostly because you are nice to me, I'm guessing they run before you can talk to them?" "Yes...But I just mentioned I had a BOYFRIEND. If anyone else heard that, then they would've never talked to me." "Because...I had a boyfriend too who put me in here." "woah, that's weird." He sat up and jumped down. "What was his name?" "Y-yuki Marahu...same person who put you in here." His eyes got wide. "Really?" "Yes." He took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose, I was confused. "My sister told me this would happen..." "What did she tell you?" He looked at me. "She told me that she went to a black magic club when she came to pick me up during high school and the president said that I was going to meet someone far away and we will be put there by the same person. I will become good friends with him. I just denied it." (A/N: I think most of you get the hints I mentioned. If not, listen: High school, black magic club and president.)He smirked and pushed his glasses up with his middle finger. "I owe her a apology..." I looked at him closely. "What year were you born?" "1989" (A/N: by the way, that year is my FACT year when Kyouya was born, I have a calculator formula to figure years out!) "I knew it! You are the snake of the chinese zodiac!" "Yah." We both sat down on my bed. "You seem like the snake." "Why? Because I look like a snake?" "No, no. I mean, you just look smart...I'm the snake too, so I wouldn't be mean about a fellow snake." "Ah." Suddenly, the lights went out. "Lights out, prisoners! Go to sleep!" The police men yelled. "Well, good night, Suoh." Kyouya said while climbing to his bunk. "Good night."