Summary: Fuyuki Hinata is a normal student at Kissho junior high, until one day he finds himself in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Fuyuki in now facing a criminal charge for murder of the first degree, facing the possibility of life in prison. For now, he is in prison, and does not belong. That is until he meets a man with the plans to get out of his own charges, willing and able to help Fuyuki with his own problems.
If you said Fuyuki was scared, he would feel like punching you in the face. He wasn't a punching man, or even a violent one. But here he was sitting in a cell, all alone, in the most highly guarded prison in the area, facing a charge for first degree murder. A guard stood there, opened the cell door, yanked Fuyuki to his feet, and led him down the hall. Empty cells lined all of the walls, and the floor was a worn-down gray. The guard was silent the whole time, his grip very tight. He was, after all, a supposed murderer.
The guard opened a door leading into a courtyard filled with others in orange jumpsuits much like his own. Fuyuki was placed in a corner, where the guard left him without a single word. He did the only thing he could think of, he cried to himself. Interrupting his self-pity was an inmate, who cleared his throat. Fuyuki peered at the fellow inmate, his interest peaked. The man looked about in his twenties, with black hair, expressive green eyes, and small star tattoo on his forehead, almost hidden by his slight bangs.
"So… whatcha here for hmm? Rob a store? Kill someone? Assault? That's what most of us are here for."
Fuyuki just stared in disbelief, this man was so comfortable in the prison. The man grinned at Fuyuki, blinked in confusion before laughing.
" Gero! Gero! Gero! You don't look over 16 yet! You must have definitely killed someone!" the man cackled before spreading his hand out for a shake, which Fuyuki took.
But right afterwards Fuyuki quietly said, " I didn't kill anyone, it was a misunderstanding." The man grinned wider at Fuyuki, slapping his hand on Fuyuki's shoulder. He sighed and said," That's what a lot of us say. I didn't kill anyone either, they just caught me when i wasn't paying attention."
At this Fuyuki felt confused, "What did you do then?" The man's face turned serious at this question.
"I got caught. I failed at being a leader of my team."
"Of what?"
The man suddenly straightened got up saluting Fuyuki, his face once more happy.
"Sargent Star of the Kerons at your service, but you can just call me Keroro."
Fuyuki couldn't help but to just burst out in laughter at the over-dramatic display, and Keroro just gave him a displeased look.
"That's not funny! It was supposed to be cool!"
Fuyuki however kept laughing, which other prisoners nearby joined in as well. Keroro just sulked, as the prisoners howled in laughter. The guards came over and started yelling at them to be quiet, and soon ushered everyone back to their cells. Fuyuki couldn't help but to laugh alone in his cell, even as many minutes passed by. Still laughing, he drifted off to sleep, it was nice to keep his mind off things.
A sharp whack to the head roused him quickly, and he woke up with a yelp. A guard stood there, his face contorted into a sneer. He snorted at Fuyuki disheveled state.
"Wake up, you have a visitor. Although I don't get why someone like you would even get one," the guard spit out at Fuyuki. He grabbed Fuyuki by his handcuffs and pulled him to the visiting room, only to see Natsumi waiting there. Her face lit up when she saw him, and she opened her arms for a hug as soon as he was un-cuffed. He held on to her for what seemed like an hour, blubbering incomprehensible words.
"Fuyuki… I know you didn't do this. I know it. Just tell me everything you know, please."
Fuyuki had just got out of school, his heart soaring. Today was the day! He would finally find an alien, he could feel it in his heart!
Heart pounding with hope, but also the effort of jogging, he crossed the street. Home was so far away, maybe a shortcut would help…
He turned the corner into an alley, slightly nervous. As soon as he went in, he regretted it. As long as he remembered, this was gang territory. There were two rival gangs in this area.
The Mortal H were the most well known gang in this area. They were hard to deal with, regularly robbing people. Their deal was more of a police-hating gang than anything else. Sure they used many drugs, and killed people, but more than anything they were more peaceful than their rivals. However, they were also very tough, eliminating the Angol Clan.
Keron, Kerons, Keronians. Whichever name didn't matter. From what he heard, they were ruthless. They were more distant than the Mortal H, but now they were starting to invade on Mortal H turf. They didn't use drugs, or anything like that. They would just straight out kill, torture, or capture you if you were in their way. Even if you weren't they would probably just hurt you, take your valuables, and leave you to die. To Fuyuki he found it hard to think that such ruthless people existed in the world. Now here was wandering around, practically in their front door. When he got to end of the cold stone walls rising forever and a foot, he sighed in relief at his luck at not meeting any.
All of a sudden however, ear piercing wails resonated in the air. An alarm. Fuyuki froze, paralyzed in fear. Gunshots pounded the sidewalk, and figures in masks jumped out of the store across the road, glass shattering from the windows they broke. They sprinted from the store, their guns firing warning shots at anyone nearby. People wailed in fear and pain, as some bullets grazed them, or actually imbedded themselves in the people. Suddenly, one of the figures stopped and looked at Fuyuki. The figure ran towards Fuyuki shoved something in his arms, pulling off the mask and putting it on Fuyuki's head instead. Fuyuki stumbled, his eyes covered by the strange black material. People all of a sudden screamed again, as Fuyuki managed to take off the mask.
An elderly man stumbled out of the shop, his chest covered with blood, and a knife still embedded in his shoulder. He looked in amazement at Fuyuki, and fell with a dead empty thud to the ground. Fuyuki just stood in shock… that was just the toy store man. When their father was still around, he would bring them here to buy toys for their good grades. Fuyuki loved to watch Natsumi's cool new toys every time, and when she would hit him if he tried to take it, he just curled into a protective ball still clutching the toy. To tell the truth, he was a real brat back then, but the man would just smile and coax him with some free candies to let go. Why would anyone kill him?
But now, the man lay still on the cool road, his blood still continuing to pool around him. Fuyuki dropped everything in his arms, not even sure why he had them there anyway, and heaved. After he was done, he got up, only to fall down again when something sharp hit his head.
" You have the right to remain silent, any-"
Fuyuki didn't hear the rest of the sentence. Spots danced in his vision, as he keeled forward.
"Ku ku ku…."
