Juror number 8 glared at the rest of the men in the room. "I repeat- not fucking guilty," he growled slowly. His eyes traveled to the faces of each man and lingered for a few seconds, making eye contact with everyone. Everyone, that is, except for jurors 3 and 10, who turned their eyes away in anger. His ire rose at their show of obstinacy and he fixed his stare upon the two men.
Finally, juror 3 turned his face and met his 8's gaze. A ripple of fear and another faceless emotion ran through the sadist and he jumped up furiously to mask his uncertainty. His agitation increased at the realization that his face was hot, so he turned his back to the group, paced to the window, and rested his forehead against the glass. He shut his eyes tight for a brief second while he attempted to gather his thoughts.
He didn't hear the soft footsteps behind him- his heart skipped a beat when he saw 8's lips right in front of his eyes. He slowly looked up, taking in 8's strong, proud nose and meeting his slightly slanted and cold silver-blue eyes. They narrowed to slits and 3 leaned down asking softly, "Do you disagree?" his lips, now curved in a sardonic smile, barely moved. Again, 3 blushed. However, he forced himself to stare steadily back at 8 and disguised his shaking voice by snarling "Yes. I disagree… that boy is just as disgusting and has just as many morals as a sewer rat! I don't believe his bullshit story! How is it that he can't remember the movie he was supposedly watching the day his father was murdered? What a fucking coincidence that he didn't even keep the ticket stub! There are witnesses, for Christ's sake! Or are you going to tell me that they are lying, hmmm?" 3's voice had risen to a shout now, and he had stalked away from 8, partly from the passionate fury and to get away from him.
When he finally stopped pacing, his entire body seemed to scream out a challenge for someone to contradict him. Nobody dared to open his mouth for a second, and then juror 2 stammered out meekly "Let's go over the evidence once more, please… but calmly?" Juror 3 was just about to object, but juror 11 cut in smoothly, "Yes… would be best if we, ah, what's the word…?... Recommence." Juror 10 turned to his left, faced 11, and snapped, "I heard nobody ask your opinion, terrorist!" "Just as nobody asked yours!" 10 turned and was shocked to see 5 glowering at him with something short of murder in his eyes. He opened his mouth to protest, and then decided against it, snapping it shut. His eyes darted back to 11's. His heart flipped at the pain and humiliation he saw there, and then understanding and forgiveness flashed in them. The beating in his chest quickened and he felt disgusted with himself, but only for a moment.
~?~AUTHOR'S NOTE~/~ kk so- so far, this is as much as i can right without straying too far from what's playing in my mind. There will be some yaoi themes so if you don't like that stuff, gtfo. :)