This is less of a crossover and more of a borrowing of a setting. Either way, I freaking love Orange is the New Black (truly a Canterbury Tales for the pleasure of the modern viewer.) I don't have the energy to invent a bunch of new characters so if I go on I'm gonna keep the setting small. Enjoy!
"Strip."
"But I -"
"Now, inmate!"
She sighed and, ignoring the hideous churning that began to bubble like venom in blood in her stomach, did as she was told. She was good at that, doing as she was told. That's what landed her here in the first place. She roughly pulled her cardigan over her head instead of unbuttoning it and started counting. Even in her head the mental words were quiet, barely above a whisper, counting the prickling fingers she felt - no, had felt - as she undressed in total placidity; but the exercise in rote calmed her, soothed her into the submission that was expected from her.
As she sank to her haunches for inspection, a small, wry voice in her mind barked out a harsh laugh.
And you thought you could escape.
It was years ago. How many? Five? Six? How long ago had she breathed her first breath of free air? Broken free from her mother's atrocious drug ring and her easy-breezy sister runner?
My sexy, gorgeous, backstabbing, slutfaced, a-hole of a sister. Satsuki surprised herself by thinking of Ryuko. Her face turned nearly plum with rage, and her teeth cracked audibly against each other as she was ordered to stand and don her new uniform. She's the reason I'm here. She's the reason I'm not home with Uzu watching a stupid movie and eating popcorn.
But her emotion was to her disadvantage, and she knew it. She took in the grey concrete and the dull grey shelves piled high with orange fabric, and even as her heart pounded its vicious confusion into her ears, she forced her soul to take on the grey emptiness of her surroundings. Her face still and blank, staring impassively at the bored guard as a thin blanket was shoved into her arms, waiting for her next instruction. The attitude, the emptiness, the utter surrender, she had done it all before.
Satsuki wanted to throw up.
Her stomach drove down past her hips and into non-existence as she was led down the cold hall, the shouting and clanging of bars startling and unfamiliar to her. Even as her body twitched its discomfort, her thoughts were far away. She tried to think of her beautiful home, full of windows; her cute and charming fiancé, always ready to laugh and to tease; even his family so irritating she wanted to gnaw her own arm off to escape. She tried, she really tried.
All she could think of was her.
"Come on, babe, just try a little."
"You know I can't handle that shit, Ryuko. Do you want me to die? 'Cause I'll do it. Go sell it to your 'hybrids.'"
"Ugh." a puff of air, more amusement than disgust. "You're no fun." but she tapped the shimmering red powder back into its envelope. Satsuki sighed a silent breath of relief. Her hatred for the drug was unspoken but real nonetheless. It turned her sister into a demon, an unstoppable force of passion, lust, and power. The drug lent her an inconceivable strength that dissolved consent into an unnecessary formality.
It must be borrowed from another day, she thought, her mind waxing pensive. Whenever Ryuko came down after a hit off the 'life fibers,' ('libers,' some called it), she was always exhausted, pale, sick. More than the secret atrocities committed while under the influence, Satsuki hated what the drug did to Ryuko after the high had worn off.
Ryuko, noticing Satsuki's furrowed brow, grinned, showing off her canines. Smiling, Satsuki thought. She's always smiling. Despite... everything, Ryuko never stopped beaming like a beach sunset. It perfectly matched Satsuki's perpetual frown. Easily, Ryuko squirmed out of her seat in the bay window and straddled Satsuki's lap from where she sat on the bed, taking her face in her hands.
"Hey," she said, futilely rubbing at the wrinkles that had formed between Satsuki's eyebrows, "Come on, don't make that face, eyebrows. Come on, give us a smile. You can do it! I believe in you!" Playfully, Ryuko hooked her fingers into the corners of Satsuki's mouth, forcing her to bare her teeth. Satsuki batted her away, but a laugh trickled out of her regardless.
"I worry about you." Satsuki said, sudden but truthful. Ryuko leaned back on her heels and hooked her hands behind her head.
"Hey, don't do that!" A sudden gleam entered her sharp azure eyes. "Well, maybe worry a little. Did you really think you could get away with wearing a shirt like that around me?" her hands were on her shoulders now, pushing at her to lie down. Satsuki complied, enjoying the soft touch. When sober, Ryuko was as tender as a lamb, a foil against the traditions of the family. Kiryuins have no use for non-hybrids, other than as toys, amusements, and mules. Ryuko, surprisingly, treated her like a person, though, ever-careful of her feeling and thoughts, and for that she would be forever grateful.
I love her.
And she did.
"Ryuko, I'm wearing a regular shirt. It's a button-up business blouse."
"Ohh, I know. Oh, geez. It's just so normal! God, I'm so turned on. Take me now, you normal goddess!"
Her laugh was silenced with a kiss. In earnest, she returned it before pulling away pointedly, pushing her nose into Ryuko's cheek.
"Do you ever feel like you've had enough?" Satsuki whispered, Ryuko sat up, resting her weight on Satsuki's hips. She sighed and pinched her nose with her fingers.
"Sats, we've talked about this. I know things have been bad for you, but running away isn't going to -"
"Don't pretend it hasn't been bad for you, too! You're always high, always crashing, trying to do some screwed-up job you didn't sign up for. You don't even want to try?" Ryuko's grin never faltered, but something in her eyes turned to ice. Her fingers stopped suddenly in their quest to unbutton the bottom buttons of Satsuki's blouse, and she slid off the bed with a sharp flick of her head. With false leisure, her hand snapped the envelope off the nightstand and into the air, snatching it back with a jaunty wink.
"Maybe I do want another hit after all."
Nervously, Satsuki eyed her temporary bed. At least it was a top bunk. Not quite sure what to do, she climbed up and sat on the pathetic excuse for a mattress, sparing a quick glance at her roommate. She was a tiny troll-doll of a person, hair startlingly pink.
"Hey," she rasped at Satsuki, her voice sounding like a smoker and helium-junkie made a beautiful pink baby together. "I'm Nonon."
"Satsuki." she returned, but kept her eyes down. Nonon shrugged and returned to the magazine propped up on her knee. In similar fashion, Satsuki returned to her thoughts.
I thought I was free. She scoffed to herself, barely making any sound. So there was really no point, no point to running. If she wasn't a prisoner of her family, she had to be a prisoner of the state. No, she reminded herself, shaking off the sinking feeling of inevitability to be replaced with hatred. I'm here because she ratted me out. She couldn't stand it that I'd moved on without her. She couldn't stand it that I was finally happy. Satsuki bit her lip and with all her might forced the angry tears threatening to spill back into her tear ducts. The force of emotion that suddenly overtook her for a person she hadn't seen in over five years felt disproportionate, sick. Asshole! I hate her! God, I hate her! Taking a few calming breaths, Satsuki steadied herself, leaning her head back against the concrete wall. It's just a little over a year. I can do that. I'll just quietly serve my time, keep to myself, and I can go back to living my life.
Exhausted, she promptly fell asleep.
The next day passed in a blur of semantic and social note-taking. Eager to take in everything she needed to know, Satsuki kept her eyes open and her mouth shut. Periodically, she would glance at her wrist, feeling as if there was someplace she needed to be. I can do this. she told herself, keeping her face set into its furrowed mask. I can do this. Her resolve broke, however, when she saw a familiar face.
"Hey," Ryuko said, appearing suddenly before her in the yard, grinning like an idiot and rubbing the back of her neck. "So, we should probably get this over with, huh?"
Satsuki screamed.
I'm not sure if I'll continue this, but I had fun with the thought so maybe I will.