Disclaimer: see "Prologue"

Hajime could swear Seitarō squealed there and then and he blinked in confusion.

"So it really is Kaitou KID!" the guard exclaimed, starry-eyed.

What the Hell?

Now...

Chapter 1

"Sigh- Supervisor Sugoroku, control your guard." Hyakushiki seemed to have sensed that one coming, and she glared at the few other guards who started whispering between themselves.

"Yes Sir. Seitarō, calm down."

"But-!"

"We'll talk later."

Those words seemed to be enough for Seitarō to remember his place and after gulping slightly, he reassumed his earlier nervous countenance. He still kept on throwing the coffin the occasional furtive glance however.

The briefing didn't last long after that, especially once the coffin began rattling and muffled sounds started to occasionally escape from it.

"Ah. Seems he woke up." one of the guards pointed out, and the meeting warped up with that statement.

In a typical show of his usual enthusiasm, Yamato took the coffin and carried it on his back as if it weighted nothing, ignoring the cart it was previously on and the squeal of surprise/protest it elicited from within the human-sized box. The main team of Building 13 saluted the Warden one last time and headed back to their building proper, Hajime feeling the heavy glare of that terrifying woman on his back all the way to the cells' corridor. The door closed and he immediately released a sigh of relief before getting his usual scowl back on and following Yamato's strides to Cell 12.

Of course, what he feared inevitably happened as soon as they reached their objective.

"Hey psst! Hajime! Hey, hey!"

"Shut up no.11." the guard merely replied, dismissing that particular inmate as fairly harmless as long as he didn't involve anyone else.

"C'mon Hajime, tell me! Is that the new inmate? What did he do? Is he dangerous? Don't let him stay here if he is, we're delicate!"

"Yeah! Imagine if he is a bloodthirsty cannibal! That's too scary!"

Damn, it figures another one was already getting involved.

"Nico... that's disturbing. Where did you even come up with that?"

"Well there's this anime about ghouls I've been watching recently-"

Hajime opted to tune them out, and as he saw Yamato put the coffin down in the middle of Cell 12 without bothering to open it – as instructed –, he impatiently waited for the guard to get out so that he could close the freaking door and move on before another one decided to get invo-

"Oh Hajime? Is it true what they said, that this new inmate is also an escape artist?"

"Really?"

The faint voice that came from deeper inside Cell 13 was the one he dreaded as it sparked with sudden rare interest.

"None of your business, just get ready for lunch and keep it down. You guys are already giving me a headache..."

Uno, who was leaning on the door to peer through the opening despite the bars, smirked evilly at Hajime, correctly guessing his wish to avoid one particular situation. Now, that wouldn't be interesting, would it? Besides, a lifetime of petty revenge wouldn't be enough to satisfy his resentment against this one guard, so he just had to take some advance in his quest to get back to him in every possible way...

"Yes Jyugo," his smirk widened at a vein under Hajime's eye twitched in aggravation, "I wonder if he has your talent..." he trailed off purposefully.

Not much could grab Jyugo's attention, but escaping being his one and only talent, Uno figured a potential rival (and a real one this time) could possibly get him interested in their new inmate and help his own purposes.

Also, it had the benefit of pissing Hajime off.

"Lemme see."

Jyugo's soft footsteps could be heard from behind him and Hajime gave him the stink-eye. The British inmate merely grinned back.

Hajime saw another head push his way to the bars of the door, peering through the opening into the opposite cell to theirs. That's about the time the guard saw himself torn behind two course of actions: leave to avoid more stomach pains or stay to oversee the inmates before they did anything they shouldn't.

The choice was taken out of his hands when Jyugo calmly attempted to cross the corridor in front of his very eyes.

"Oi... no.15..." he growled lowly, trying to contain his rage, but his fists clenched and unclenched reflexively.

"Oh Hajime, I didn't notice you."

The worst thing was probably how sincere those heterocromia eyes of his appeared when he said that.

He punched him right on the head.

"Hey! What was that for!"

"That's for being out of your goddamn cell you brat! You've got some balls to do it right in front of me..." he punched his palm with his fist as he said that, looming over the shackled escapee.

"It's almost time for lunch anyway, so who cares- you workaholic gorilla! 'Sides, I told you I hadn't seen you were th-BLEURGH" he was interrupted in his passionate explanation by a kick to the stomach, before the guard grabbed him by the back of his collar.

"You brat... You do remember how I said I wouldn't hold back anymore right...?"

To be continued...

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