Chapter 1: Lulu's Toughness
~Tyki Mikk's POV~
I apathetically stared at Lulubell, lazily placing a cigarette between my lips and lighting it with a lighter, causing bitter smoke to spread around in the room in circles until it reached the ceiling.
Lulu somehow impressed me all this time. She's a woman and, yet, she survives with all those f*cking damned bastards everywhere. I guess she is familiar with curses, insults, and street fights after so much time of working here.
"Time to move the prisoner number W0527, huh, Lulu?" I asked, not like I cared, but I was just bored. I buried my cheek into my left palm and smoked using my right hand. She nodded her head.
"Yeah. Now move your ass." she demanded; as always, she hates useless people, especially when's talking about useless men.
"You're moving my Allen, Tyki?"
F*ck, that's Road, squealing about Walker again. I don't understand what she sees in that useless stripling.
Anyway, we went to move Allen Walker, a.k.a. no. W0527, whose name and figure I can't get rid of even in my nightmares, in another cell because... um... I don't know. He seemed to feel really comfortable in his actual cell [the lock-up, don't worry...], and I think Lulu doesn't like it. A prisoner shouldn't be comfortable at all.
We made our way through the quiet and empty halls of the penitentiary, viciously being followed by hostile gazes coming from every small window of every cell we were passing by. The penitentiary's endless halls always intimidated me, but never even affected Lulubell. She always managed to ignore those scary eyes of the prisoners. We went by a few more halls and some elevators until we reached the floor Allen Walker's cell was located on.
Lulubell walked towards the door with determined and heavy steps, unlocked and opened it. The cell was small, narrow, dark and empty. Allen Walker was apathetically sitting in the corner, his face buried in his palms, quiet, as always, with his golden golem on his head. No. W0527 is famous in the entire jail. He had been incarcerated for 23 hours until now and since his former cell is now occupied by some random pieces of sh*t, we'll move him to another cell, together with some other pieces of sh*t.
But that's not the reason he's famous. He had been incarcerated many times because his non-cooperativeness and other 23 hours are just a trifle. He's famous because his violence and his antisocial skills, together with Kanda Yu, a.k.a. no. Y0049, who is the most stubborn person in this building. Both W0527 and Y0049 tried to escape several times, but didn't succeed thanks to Lulu's eternal attention to every minimal movement.
"Move, bastard!" Lulu demanded to him, but Road didn't seem to be happy at seeing that Lulubell started to be violent with W0527.
"Please, Lulu, be gentler with my precious Allen!" Road protested on a whining voice.
"Every prisoner is the same for me." Lulu replied coldly as yanking Allen up. Walker growled, revealing some sharky teeth, but Lulu didn't let that intimidate her, so I walked towards her to help her put the handcuffs around W0527's rough hands. Surprisingly, he didn't oppose, and this is known for happening very rarely. Most of time we are needed to hold him really tightly and be really careful with him because he's known for his agility.
Afterwards, we had to drive Walker to his new cell. Lulubell, I and Road were walking after him so he won't try anything. Once again, the prisoners' eyes were following us as we were wandering through the clean and quiet halls of the penitentiary. Those eyes seemed to be growling lowly at seeing W0527 surpassing. Many of the prisoners here are fanatical and lost some important notions, like time and space and everything they do until the sun goes down is to let their slobber slid down on their clothes. I think people who wash clothes here are... Yack, I don't wanna think.
Oh, there's also one called Cross Marian, who had been a womanizer his entire life and all he managed to do was to drink and to f*ck women in brothels. The rule with the slobber doesn't apply in his case because all he does the entire day is to smoke. Yeah, as you probably inferred, smoking isn't allowed here and Lulu always has to yell at him when she sees him smoking, but he never stops. I think his number is C9913, but I'm not sure. All I know is that prisoners' numbers are formed by the first letter of prisoner's last name and the following digits are some random digits chosen by the computer when the prisoner firstly enters the jail.
We were idly passing by Y0049's cell, which didn't give us a welcoming feeling. Road was keeping walking alongside Walker, petting his shoulder in order to comfort him, but I don't think Walker enjoyed it. His quicksilver eyes were empty, looking in nowhere. He also seemed to be unconscious of time and space. I think the time spent in the prison alone traumatized him. There are also prisoners who socialize but he never talks to anyone. He just sits in his corner and looks in nowhere.
His appearance is weird, due to his white hair which makes him look a little old and due to his odd scar on the left part of his face.
Finally, we arrived at the cell Walker was going to be locked in. Lulubell unlocked it, then opened it, revealing a big and bright cell.
In the new cell there were other six people. Really, I'm surprised that Lulu chose to lock Allen together with human beings since he's so dangerous, but is up to Lulu's decision. I can't say a word. Lulu removed the handcuffs at Walker's hands and pushed him on the floor by his neck, resulting him to land on his knees. "If you try anything, W0527, we'll get really upset." she threatened him coldly. Road waved her hand to Allen as Lulubell locked back the door.
That somehow made me smirk. I love when Lulu is authoritative.
~Normal POV~
Allen found himself kneeling on the cold floor of another room, lighter than his former cell. He kept staring blankly at the floor until he heard a sweet voice speaking from above: "Hey, you need some help, boy?"
Eh? His eyes started to tremble. No one ever asked him something before without yelling. No one ever asked him something about himself, like if he's okay or not. No one ever cared about him. At least, not inside this building. Here, he was treated worse than an animal – he had been always beaten and everyone cursed to him. Dumbfounded, he slowly lifted up his mercury gaze to see a teenager tall girl standing in front of him, offering him her hand. Her eyes seemed curious, analyzing W0527's figure.
Allen had to admit that the first thing he noticed about her was her hair – long, dark green, tied into two pigtails. Firstly, all he managed to do was to gape at her, which made the pigtails-wearing girl raise an eyebrow. "Boy? Are you okay? Boy?" she tried to wake him up. She waved her hand to him, then lowered her head to see if his mind was either there or not. "Boy?"
Afterwards, she looked at the right and indifferently said to someone: "I think his brain is dead."
"W-Why are you talking t-to me?" Allen dared to mumble in the end. That girl shifted back her curious gaze on him.
"Eh? What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I?" she asked in surprise, definitely curious about Allen's behavior. At seeing that he doesn't talk, she pushed her lips into a pout. "You really are weird, boy..." She paused to study Allen. She explored his eyes and he explored hers. Hers were violet, by the way. "Um..." she started, "Are you ever going to get up from there, boy?"
Allen was dumbstruck. He didn't dare to reply, but also didn't dare to stay quiet.
"Um... Let me check him." an old voice suggested as Allen heard some steps approaching to him. He managed to change the direction his eyes were darting their gaze on, to an old, wrinkled short man, whose steps owned to. That guy ceased walking in front of him and also lowered his head to him. For a moment, their gazes explored each other, until the old guy decided: "He's in shock."
"And that's the reason he doesn't talk?" the pigtailed girl asked, at which the old man nodded.
"Oh, let me give it a try, gramps!" And Allen felt someone shaking his shoulder really badly. "Waaake up, dude!"
"Look, he has a thingy on his head..." the girl remarked while pointing to the golden golem on Allen's head. At seeing that the golem could be stolen from him, Allen immediately took it from girl's hand as a long growl erupted from his esophagus:
"This is Timcanpy. Don't touch him."
"Eh? Timcanpy?"
"Yeah – my only friend that always had been by my side no matter what." Allen replied icily as standing up, "Who are you?" he asked viciously in continuation.
The girl smiled bubbly to him even if Allen's look was a hostile one. "I'm Lenalee." she explained. Afterwards, she pointed at the guy who shook Allen's shoulder – a tall, well-built, bright red-haired guy with emerald green eyes. Allen could see just one of his eyes because of his black eye patch he had over his right eye. He noticed some small details – his green bandana in which he is wearing his hair, plus the silver hoop earrings his ears were pierced by. Like everyone locked in that penitentiary, he was dressed in prisoners' uniform [Me: take it as exorcists' uniform 'cause life sucks].
"He's Lavi." she continued. Then, the old man also introduced himself, explaining that he doesn't have a name, but people call him Bookman.
And so, Allen additionally meet Lenalee's older brother, Komui, Miranda Lotto and some kind of vampire called Krory. It shocked him that people could be that nice in an unforgiving prison like that. He shook hands with everyone. For the first time in an entire year, Allen felt his icy heart melting. He was used to be yelled at him, to be treated in the worst way possible. He had met the toughest prisoners in here, which influenced him, so his personality soon changed. But that wasn't all. Due to his new personality, he had become a danger, so he had to stay isolated and incarcerated for endless weeks and months. In a word, he was let alone in the dark.
"I'm Allen Walker." he introduced himself, but he didn't have the best reputation in this penitentiary, and, of course, his name wasn't pleasant to be heard, so the others somehow started to tremble in fear.
"A-A-Allen W-Walker, a.k.a. number W0527?" the others muttered, their voices quivered, definitely freaked out at hearing the name. Allen just sweat dropped in response.
~Tyki Mikk's POV~
"Oh, Lulu, I wish you could have been gentler with my Allen..." Road whined like a child while burying her cheeks into her hands, sulking. All Lulubell did in response was to stare indifferently at the childish Road, so I followed her wise example and lit another cigarette.
I kinda hate this job. It's boring. Really, there isn't anything better to do here? Sometimes is fun when prisoners try to escape, but seems like W0527 also got bored of trying to leave this place. Meh, after so many failed attempts, I believe him.
Just then, Jasdebi entered. Yeah, like it wasn't enough that boredom was rocking the atmosphere, 'pleasing' us so much, those two annoying twins came to annoy us even more. I partially ignored them – I looked at them, but didn't listen what they had to say. They started babbling something, but, as I told you, I wasn't listening. I yawned a few times before I asked:
"Um... Weren't you busy with ceasing Cross from smoking?"
The twins seemed to be nervous about answering my question, but, as a savior, or not, we saw the Earl entering that messy office we were getting bored in. As always, Lulu's infinite politeness forced her to stand up and bow her head to the ground in respect for the Earl, but I, Road and Jasdebi didn't really consume ourselves with that.
"You seem to have a great time, isn't it so, my dears?" he started to talk on that lovely voice, in that caring manner.
"Yeah, Sennen ko[1]..." we all, even Lulubell, indifferently lied in unison.
"Oh, Tyki..." he suddenly said, his attention now focused on me, which sorta startled me.
"Eh?" I mumbled in confusion.
The Earl is the director of this awful place. Yeah, he's fat, I know. Everyone knows that but he sometimes gets angry if you comment on his weight. Don't ask, one time I did this fatal mistake to say that he's fat. Ugh. I stood up as the Earl demanded:
"Did you take care of the prisoner at 267?"
F*ck! I forgot that. There's a guy called Robinson Green, who had been accused for pedophilia and that's why he's here. He spent about 2 years in jail for now and he's really aggressive. He met the incarceration a few times, and also got isolated when he tried to escape. I started to titter.
"What about you, Jasdebi? Did you tell C9913 not to smoke in my lovely penitentiary again?"
At seeing that I and Jasdebi were nervous, fumbling for answers and excuses, the Earl took us by the back of our shirts and dragged us outside, our butts sliding on the cold floor of the hall. I had enough time to take another cigarette so I slothfully continued smoking while the Earl was dragging us somewhere. I didn't know where. I had been nervous firstly, but then gave up, somehow reminding myself of W0527.
So, we let the ladies alone in the room and Walker with the other pieces of sh*t.
A/N: Okay, this was the first chapter... XD I hope you liked it XD When publishing this I was like... 'God, I must be crazy. Instead of focusing on my important multi-chapter stories I am writing things with Lulubell as a policewoman.' XD But I really wanted to write this... Heh...
Oh, by the way, Sennen ko [1] is the Japanese word for the Millennium Earl. [I think...] I heard Tyki using it many times in the anime and I like it more than the English name. XD
