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"Ah, Kenmochi-san, how was your first day?" Suzu Shutou put her plate down and sat in front of Shiena at a prison cafeteria table.
Another girl with glasses, an eye-catching rosary around her neck, and long black hair put into long pigtails with two bits of a hime-cut running along each side of her head, sat down next to Suzu. Her expression was stiff like carving made into a rock. She obviously didn't want to be here.
The girl in question looked up and gave her the brightest look of sarcasm, "Oh, it's going great. The food is nice, the people are swell, the beds and rooms are just perfect. My cellmate is also such a joy to be around."
Suzu was taken aback by her sarcasm. After a moment of silence, she pointed a finger to the mysterious girl next to her and another hand on shoulder, "This is Kouko-chan! One of the greatest people I've ever met!" Suzu showered her with praise but the girl simply looked annoyed. Suzu quietly added, "And I've met a lot of people."
Shiena also noticed that the girl's uniform was tattered and there were heavy bandages on her left forearm. But she didn't dare ask what happened.
Suzu put her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hands, "Anything you'd like to know, gossip-wise, I might just be the one you seek." She said quietly. Shiena noticed something about Suzu's speech pattern was off. It was one that usually old women use.
Shrugging it off, Shiena began to eat her lunch again. It was the 'blob', steamed carrots and a few fries. Suddenly, she was forced to swallow when two arms wrapped themselves around her neck. Thankfully, she wasn't being strangled.
"Hey!" Shiena protested and tried to pry the arms off and her captor let go. The brunette turned around and her eyes locked with Takechi Otoya, who had a light smile, and Shiena couldn't tell whether it was playful or arrogant.
"Hi-hi~" her cellmate greeted with a childish wave, "Did you miss me, Shiena-chan?"
Shiena refused to reply, didn't even complain about what Otoya called her this time. She instead made a small "Hmph" sound and turned forward. Suzu watched as if it was a movie, while Kouko glanced up quietly with her eyes as she ate.
"Hey~ is the cutie ignoring me?" Otoya pouted her lips forward, but then her face twisted sinisterly, and she caught the glasses girl off guard by grasping her chin and forced her lips to meet her own for a second, before standing up abruptly and laughing as she walked off, with a small bounce in every step.
Blinded by shock, Shiena's blood had rushed up to her face, and her glasses hung crookedly on the bridge of her nose. She slowly reached up to touch her lips slightly. There's not much she could do about it now, but that was indeed her first kiss.
Suzu sighed and retained her calm smile, "Chin up, Kenmochi-san, " she whispered.
"Being kissed forcibly always signifies that you're the next victim," Kaminaga deadpanned, earning her a light slap on the arm from her cellmate.
"Kouko-chan you are not helping,"
-Sagae Haruki-
I had one small opening. This was going to solve all of my problems, and bring a smile to the faces of my entire family. God himself showing me an opportunity. All I need to do is land myself in prison. A specific prison.
I heard some people gossip about a reward for assassinating some girl in Myoujou Prison this morning, the same morning my mom's hospital bill came back. My family can't pay it. Only another addition to our financial problems. So what did I do? I considered this operation without much thought.
I was so desperate, I had no plan. I winged it. I walked into that local gas station in April, with my hands stuffed into my sweater pockets and my face facing the floor, making the shadows of my bangs cover my face. These shadows were hiding a sharp grin of excitement. This was pretty exciting, I'll tell ya that.
I walked through the aisles and felt an intense stare from the cashier-dude. I grabbed a few boxes of pocky and in the next aisle, a can of beans and I held it up, "Yo, can I make this here?" I asked with a friendly demeanor.
The man nodded and pointed to microwave in the far corner of the store absentmindly. Heh, his defenses had dropped and he stopped looking at me. I raised my head and couldn't control the excitement burning holes through me as I walked.
I looked around and placed the metal can in the microwave and set it for three minutes. I began a suspicious whistle and put my hands behind my head, as I walked over to the cashier and waited. Two minutes later, he began to get suspicious, glancing at me with piggy looks, and suddenly,
The microwave exploded.
His eyes bulged and he ran for dear life towards the source of the detonation and I hopped over the counter and slammed opened the already unlocked register. I slipped out a couple hundreds, jumped skillfully over the counter top again and ran for the door as he realized what was going on. I turned around as I ran and waved at the camera with a sly grin and a peace sign.
I grabbed a skateboard leaning on the door and bolted. It wasn't even mine! I looked back and he was gone, but I kept going, laughing and panting.
"Aw man, that was..."
"Very stupid!" Isuke-sama laughed in, it sounded forced to me, but It's cute when she smiles. "That amuses Isuke," she noted, referring to herself in the third person like usual.
To make things short, I was tried, I pled guilty, and was sentenced to two years for armed robbery. Yeah, armed. The only weapon I had was my hotness. Hah.
Isuke-sama cradled my head, which was in her lap, and broke a piece off the tip of the pocky that hung over my lips and dropped it into her mouth. She chewed on it and licked her lips. Before gazing down at me with a smirk.
Did I mention we were involved in that way? Say what you want about it, just don't use the word 'courting'. I don't like hearing that word.
I really don't want to leave this sick joint because of this beautiful murderer I fell in deep love with. A murderer that makes my stomach burn like the fire she has in her eyes. With soft curls to a her beautiful pink hair and she smells like exotic perfume all the time and... I'm going off aren't I?
A month ago, I started out as a nuisance to her, I guess. I never really disliked her. I didn't mind that she made me call her "Isuke-sama" or that she made me do her laundry. She started softening up to me, day in and day out, and at some point, her favors got more... Intimate. We had kind of a "fling", every few days, and I actually had begun to love her.
I wanted her heart more than anything else.
It happened though. Isuke-sama cried. She was so embarrassed when she confessed that she loved me back. When I think about it, I remember that I cried too. I was so happy, and she cried because she couldn't deny it any longer, and just simply asked me to hold her for a while until we were all cried out. We stayed in our cells for a whole day.
After that, she regained her dominance and never took no for an answer.
I take a deep breath, "I want to take out the girl..." I began with a quiet voice, referring to that chick with the serious bounty on her. I don't want I kill her, she's a really good person, but I have to be selfish, for my own sake.
She down looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Isuke-sama had her hands buried into my hair. "Go for it," she smirked, "just don't get caught~" she giggled as she poked my nose.
My eyebrows raise, "That's it?" And she nods, "I thought you wanted to get her first," I asked.
"Isuke isn't interested in Haru~ anymore. I just wanted money, but my parents made a new investment and are constructing a new building. They said we're gonna be super rich~" Isuke doted, "But if you're dumb enough to lose, maybe Isuke will try, just for fun."
I smile softly, happy with her reaction. I sit up from her thighs, cup her cheek and meet her in a kiss, that took her by suprise, and when we broke away, I whispered against her lips, "She won't feel a thing..." My hand slowly leaving her face. She didn't say anything, she just blushed and looked away.
Eventually, I fall asleep in her warm, comfortable thighs, while she sits with the usual sharp and seductive look on her face and begins to paint her nails to their usual perfection. We sleep in the same bunk, anyway.
Maybe when I wake up, she can paint my nails too. I'm kinda fond of that color; light baby pink. It doesn't suit me, but
Screw you, I like it.
-Kenmochi Shiena-
She kissed me. This asshole, has scared me, threatened me, ridiculed me, and she has taken my mouth-virginity. What am I going to tell my mom? Or Yukarin? "Oh I'm doing great, hey did I mentioned I was sexually harassed by a serial killer?" I slapped my forehead at the thought.
It is exactly 9:15, and curfew starts at 10:00. My daily routine is starting to come together: Today I woke up, had breakfast with Chitaru and her 'friend', then I wandered around a bit with the two of them. After that, I had lunch with Suzu and Kouko (was mouth raped) then I went to the laundry room to drop yesterday's jumpsuit and now I'm on my way to take a shower. I much prefer taking late showers because there's hardly anybody around at this time.
Entering the bathroom, I bump shoulders with the girl from yesterday and she stumbles. I nimbly turn to apologize.
"I'm very sorry for doing this yesterday too, I just..." I trail off as I see her look at me with the nastiest sharp toothed grin on her mug and I unconsciously take a step back. She doesn't look like she did yesterday at all. Everything, down to her eyes, which are more narrowed and sinister.
She takes a step forward, with a small inward chuckle. "Yo, never seen a face like Banba Shinya's before?"
This 'Shin'ya' backed me up into a wall and I gripped onto my towel to hold on to my decency. I gulp as my shoulders press against the cold moistness of the wall. This is not the same girl as yesterday. Though they look excactly the same, down to the same wicked scar of their cheeks.
I took a deep breath and clenched my fists, ready to fight back. I can fight, you know. I'm not great at it, but I can take care of myself.
But then, it was as if someone had convinced her to stop, because Shinya stepped back abruptly and gave a boisterous bark, "Hah!" Behining to walk out the showers altogether, "Sorry 'bout that!" She 'apologizes' and it echos in the room.
I sighed in relief when she was gone and took off my glasses uneasily, so I could leave them out. I stepped into one of the shower stalls at the very far end of the room. Paranoid I may be, but I was alone anyway.
/-/-/-/
I guess I wasn't alone after all.
Somebody had stolen my glasses.
I put on my indoor prison uniform, which consisted of a beige button up shirt and matching sweat pants, and jogged to my room at the fastest pace I could jog. I don't like running.
I quickly enter my room and inspect around my bed, in my box, and under my bunk. I even looked on the top bunk. All I found was a piece of paper on my bed. It was a note. I begin to read it and...
I can't read it
I can't read without my glasses. Everything is too fuzzy.
"UGH THIS IS BULLSHIT!" I grab my pillow and scream into it. Then I grab the note and tear it into pieces... Then I realize that it wasn't... a great idea.
And with that, I set out of my room with the 50 minutes I had left until curfew with the shreds of the note in hand. Desperate to find someone to read it for me... And some tape.
/-/-/-/
Okay, I found someone, a night guard, who was putting batteries in his flashlight and preparing for his night patrol shift. He put the pieces together and read the note to me, no questions asked.
That bully, no, that bitch, took my glasses, and all of my spares then hid them, she only promised me them back if I went to her 'hiding place' in the auditorium. It's pretty obvious that she is planning something, but what choice do I have?
So I layed in bed with rage keeping me up, until I passed out. Of course, "Roomie" didn't show up that night, as far as I can tell.
A guard opened all cells and came to mine specifically and nudged me awake. Without even giving be time to pat down my hair, they escorted me to an "Office" and here I am. With baggy eyes, no shoes and with a crazy bed head. I walk into an office and almost have a mental heart attack upon arrival.
This place looked like temple. It didn't smell like concrete and tears. It smelled like tea and fruit. There was nice carpet on the floor and the walls were wooden and fine, like a winter cabin resort or something. The biggest sight of all was the Warden who turned around in her big, comfortable looking office chair and placed her elbows on the desk and rested her head in her hands diligently.
She had deep sky blue eyes, and had long, light marmalade colored hair, topped off with pale skin that made her look like a doll. But this is really all I could really gather, because I didn't have my glasses.
I managed to read out the name on her desk. "Sumireko Bananabus...?"
Narrowing her eyes at me, she spoke in a soft yet dictating tone, "It's Hanabusa." Sumireko gave me serious look, her hands holding a stack of papers, "Shiena Kenmochi, I assume?"
"Auuughhh," I took a deep breath and yawned before answering. I can't help it, but something about not wearing my glasses makes me just a tad bit ruder than usual. "Correct."
I felt a breath of relief come upon me when she lightened up and smiled once again. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope you like it he-"
"I can't say I do," I cut in, frowning.
Her smile began to mirror my frown, "Of course... Nobody really does." Sumireko sighed and looked into me, "That's why I called you in. I want you to get involved, so I'm assigning you a yoga class.
Did she just say yoga...? The last time I did any ?required? physical activity was when I tried to run from the police that one day I was arrested. I didn't get very far, I just ran down the stairs of my apartment building, screaming and was caught immediantly when I hit ground level.
"Hanabusa-san, I really don't favor yoga," I said stiffly, "I don't like anything that requires me to bend over in front of people," I ran a hand through my unkept and un-braided hair.
She looked rather amused, "Ara~ you don't knock at something until you try it, Kenmochi-san," Sumireko reached to the side of her desk and poured herself a cup of tea in a china cup that looked more expensive than this prison itself. "Want some?" She offered.
I shook my head no.
She sipped the cup like a mature and elegant princess. Never mind, I corrected myself, she was more like a Queen, with the way she gave off that she was indeed, a sign of authority. She had stopped paying attention to my presence at this point.
"Your class starts at 3:00 PM in the auxiliary room. You're required to go every Wednesday and Friday," she takes a small sip of the cup between sentences, holding a small plate under the cup.
I sighed, "Fine," and stood up, loosing patience with her 'amusement' "Can I leave now?"
"Yes, yes you may." She still had an amused smile on her face as I left the room.
I headed for the auditorium room with clenched fists, ready to punch that asshole killer in the face when I see her.
On the way out, I once again bumped shoulder's with the silver haired girl, but this time, it seems that she isn't like before. She's shy and calm. I might be taking a crazy wild guess, but I think she has MPD, or Multiple Personality Disorder, and changes back and forth between shy and crazy.
Next chapter gets into Bananabus's Narrative.