Title: Why The Caged Bird Sings
Pairing:
Dark/Daisuke; side Krad/Satoshi

Summary: (DarkDaisuke KxS) Welcome to prison, where the convicts are men, the men are gay, and the gay are drop dead gorgeous. Enter Dark, who wants to bang his new, innocent cellmate. Now enter Daisuke something Dark wholly plans to do. Ah, the wonders of the big house.

Usual disclaimers apply and I warn you of perversion, AU-ness, definite OOC-ness, and language.

Thanks for all of your wonderful reviews! I'm glad you liked my Towa descriptions. xD ./glomps readers/ Since my reviewers are so lovely, this chapter shall contain bishounen clad in prison leather – the best kind out there!

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Daisuke bustled about the cell hurriedly, his hair untamed and his head practically askew. He shuffled through his footlocker haphazardly, throwing unneeded things out at random and coating the stone floors with his belongings. "Where are my pants?" he cried out in frustration. He gripped and tossed out a shiny black…thing…he didn't even remember owning and continued to rummage.

Sometime around 3 o'clock in the morning, Daisuke had fallen asleep leaning against the wall. When he awoke at 7:03 am, he was tucked into his bed and…pantsless.

Needless to say, Daisuke panicked and went on a hunt for his lost articles of clothing. However, when he had checked his footlocker, he had found that even his extra two sets of black pants had gone missing. He had several white t-shirts, a couple of white wife beaters, and a pair of black over-shirts – no pants in the bunch. Thus, Daisuke's frenzied search for his trousers had begun.

"Hmmmm…"

Daisuke looked up from his trunk and was immediately assaulted with the image of Dark's groggy face peering over the low headboard. The older man's violet hair stuck out in all directions, and his eyes were nearly glued shut with sleep. "Mmmmm."

"…Good morning, Dark."

"Why aren't you wearing clothes, Niwa?" Dark questioned drowsily. "Are we gonna do it?" He yawned and blinked unfocusedly. "Where's the lube?"

"Dark, you pervert," Daisuke reprimanded. "No. I just…lost all my pants." He quickly found a sleeveless white undershirt and slipped it over his head.

"Oh." Dark blinked again, and burrowed back into his covers. "That's all?" He shoved his tousle-haired head under his pillow and grunted, "Leather."

Daisuke, having no idea what this meant, ignored his cellmate and resumed his footlocker digging.

"Oy, Red." -1-

Daisuke looked up yet again, this time to see Krad gazing down at him from his top bunk.

"What are you looking for?"

"My pants," Daisuke replied frantically, feeling rather silly sitting there clad in only boxers and a wife beater. "I lost my pants."

Krad blinked just as Dark had and looked up in contemplation. "Oh. Maybe it's Towa-chan."

Daisuke abandoned his search and scratched his head vacantly. "Towa-chan?"

Krad ruffled his unruly blonde locks and sighed deeply "Yeah. She's been complaining for a while about the blandness of all her bishounen's garb. I guess she finally took charge and switched them herself."

"She's switching prison uniforms?" Daisuke stated incredulously. "Wow…that's pretty useless, trying to make us look nicer – I mean, seeing that this is prison and all." Daisuke grabbed the shiny black…thing…he had thrown out earlier, preparing to stuff it back into his trunk.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Krad skidded down the ladder and reached out to pluck the object from Daisuke's grasp. He gave the object a quick look-over and smacked the sitting redhead upside the head. "Well this is why you can't find your pants: you're blind. You've got huge eyes – why don't you use them?" He tossed the item into Daisuke's befuddled face and rubbed all residue of sleep from his eyes as he turned away.

Daisuke grabbed the offending article off his face and stared at it. Dark's sleepily uttered word suddenly rang through his head, and he blanched. "Leather," he repeated.

Krad shuffled over to his own footlocker and sifted through it. Surely enough, a few seconds later, he emerged from his mound of belongings, clutching a pair of black leather pants similar to Daisuke's. "Great. These will look great on Satoshi…" He smirked to himself and fell into a Satoshi-and-leather-filled daydream.

However, Daisuke was less than pleased. He stared at the leather pants in horror. Not only were they made of leather, but they also seemed to be two sizes too small. He glared at them in disgust before tossing them away yet again.

"I refuse to wear them," Daisuke informed the air, and he set to work – with a disgruntled frown on his face, of course – cleaning up the mess he had made in his search for his ever-elusive pants, and making a loud racket as he did so. Messily shoving the last of his possessions back into his trunk, he remained on his knees and tried to flatten the mountainous heap down. With a grunt, he shoved it all in and pulled the lid down –

"Oh shit, Dark!"

Once the clang of metal against metal reached Daisuke's ears, he had looked up to see Dark staring right at him with drowsy purple eyes.

"Oh God, I swear, you'll kill me before I leave this place, Dark." Daisuke grabbed his chest and breathed in deeply. "First you carve a tattoo into my back and now you –" He paused, remembering just what exactly the tattoo had said. "Argh! The tattoo!" He climbed onto the chest and leaned over the low headboard so that he was face-to-face with Dark. "Dark, you're a huge ASS!" he shouted into the lavender-haired man's face. "I hate you! I don't heart you, you moron!"

Dark continued to stare at Daisuke, transfixed. Daisuke did not like that look. …Especially when Dark started to inch a little bit closer.

"Dark, what are you doing?" Their noses were almost touching. So close.

"You smell like strawberries," Dark whispered in response. With half-lidded eyes, he gazed at Daisuke in rapt fascination, tilting his neck to the side and approaching the redhead's lips.

"YYYAAAAAAAHHHHHH! PERVERT!" Daisuke, having no weapons of mass destruction at hand, haphazardly head-butted Dark and hastily scrambled off his footlocker to safety. "Don't touch me!"

Dark, who had lost the balance his elbows had been supporting, reeled back and held his forehead, hissing from the pain. "Ow, damn it. What happened to my head?" He shut his eyes tightly and opened them again, wildly blinking the sleep from his eyes. "What are you doing on the ground, Daisuke?" He had apparently forgotten the happenings that had taken place while he was half-asleep.

"You don't know?" Daisuke half-shrieked. "You tried to molest my mouth with yours!"

"Mouth…? Oh! Kiss?" Dark sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around his hips. "I tried to kiss you?" He grinned widely. "That's great! Did I succeed?" he asked eagerly.

"NO." Daisuke lifted himself up off the floor and dusted himself off, sighing weakly. "You…you… OH RIGHT!" For such a cutie, he sure did have a short attention span. However, the tattoo fiasco was in its rightful place back in his mind, and he was ready to bitch slap Dark for it. "You bastard! You branded me with LIES," he accused loudly, pointing a condemning finger straight at him. "Lies, I tell you – LIES!"

"I love you too, sweet-pea," Dark replied vaguely, ignoring Daisuke's vehemence. He yawned the last of his sleep away and rolled out of bed.

"Don't 'I love you too, sweet-pea,' me. I want you to undo it!"

"Undo a tattoo?" Dark grabbed his sheets and flipped them into the air, smoothening out the folds. He let out a bark of laughter at Daisuke's expense, letting the sheets billow down to the mattress at their own pace. "That's not possible. Well, not with what I have in my footlocker, anyway." He tilted his head to the side and blinked oddly at his misshapen covers. "Say, what's that bump in my bed?"

"Don't try to change the subject – eep." Daisuke had turned around, only to see Dark elatedly holding up a pair of leather pants: Daisuke's leather pants. "Where did you get those?"

"You must have thrown them at me while strip-teasing for my sleeping subconscious," Dark suggested, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I don't think so," Daisuke deadpanned blandly. He stepped forward and grabbed the pair of pants from Dark's grasp, staring at it in disgust, as though there were squashed cockroach guts splattered all over it. "Good God, what was Towa-chan thinking? I'll have to ask her to give me back my old pants."

"I suggest you don't," Dark advised, gliding over to his own footlocker and pulling out a similar pair of leather pants. "She doesn't like it when people turn down her gifts and ideas." He held them up to the light, studied them, and when they had been deemed worthy, he ably slipped them on. Daisuke would never admit it aloud, but the plum-eyed man didn't look half bad. "Its like PMS tenfold. She flips out like a mental patient. No. You'll have to make due with leather. But hey, cheer up. At least your not fat or anything, like Krad."

"I AM NOT FAT YOU STUPID DICK," Krad interjected, and Dark blew him a raspberry.

Daisuke jumped. He had forgotten that Krad and Satoshi were there, actually… He turned around to face the happy couple. Satoshi and Krad wore the regulation button-up, short-sleeved, black shirts over white tees. They both happened to be clad in their new pairs of pants, and looking quite spiffy – well, that's what Daisuke's straight mind insisted he think anyway. In reality, they were sex on freakin' wheels with a side of drop dead gorgeous.

"Look, Dai-chan – we're all wearing them. You won't be alone." Dark placed his thumb on his chin contemplatively, plum eyes slowly wandering over Daisuke's lower body. "You've got the legs for 'em, anyhow. Just put them on!"

"NO. I refuse!" Daisuke repudiated.

Krad sighed. "Red, as much as I like attention, I don't want to be swamped with sex-crazed prisoners when they see a pantsless you walking around with us …"

Daisuke blanched.

"Yeah," Dark cut in, coming on to Krad's game. "All this leg your showing is bound to make a couple of them – myself included – want to jump that fine ass of yours…"

Daisuke hugged the leather pants to his chest in horror.

Both Krad and Dark looked over at Satoshi, waiting for him to put his two cents in. Satoshi merely blinked at them in response. "Put on your pants," was all he said.

Daisuke reluctantly scrambled into the wretched (in his opinion) pair of forbidden pants and straightened out his sleeveless tee. "God, I feel like a male hussy," he complained, inwardly wondering if he was allowed to wrap his sheets around him like a toga and bring them with him to breakfast. In his opinion, the pants (which didn't leave him much room to walk, or move, or fidget, or…breathe…) were at least two sizes too small.

Satoshi waved a constructive hand in Daisuke's general direction. "Nonsense. You look fine." He grabbed Daisuke's hand and pulled him out the newly opened cell doors. "Unlike Dark," he added contemptuously, taking a quick glance back to make sure he was still within the mentioned convict's earshot, "who looks like the biggest slut if there ever was one."

"Hey!" Dark cried huffily. "Do not!"

Satoshi gave a knowing smirk and trekked on, dragging Daisuke with him to the cafeteria for the hearty breakfast that was sure to be in store for them, courtesy of Towa-chan.

"Dai-chan, Sato-chan!" A squeal filled the air. Out of nowhere, the two young jailbirds were mauled and double-glomped in near oblivion. "O-HAY-OU!" Towa giggled and dragged them by the necks to their customary table. "How do you like your new pants?" she demanded, plopping them both into their seats.

"They're very nice, thank you," Satoshi said vaguely, eyeing the cafeteria threshold as a placid Krad and an eye-twitching Dark entered through it. "Krad looks especially sexy," he noted.

Daisuke arched an eyebrow. How…out of character – at least from what he had seen from the blunette already.

"And you, Daisuke?"

Krad and Dark seated themselves. "Daisuke's unhappy," the violet-eyed man stated boldly.

Towa slowly turned around to face the very nervous Daisuke. "What's this?" Unhappy?" she repeated, stressing each syllable meaningfully.

"Uh… Uh…" Daisuke searched his mind for an easy escape. "They're…uh…too tight!"

Towa regarded him with an intense scrutiny. "Stand up," she barked, and Daisuke could only comply. Her hawkish jade eyes wandered up and down the expanse of his legs and she tilted her head to the side a bit to further study him. After a minute of examining, she locked eyes with Daisuke. "What are you talking about? They're perfectly fine. If you ask me, they're a little loose. I oughta have gotten you a smaller size…"

Are you blind, lady? "Uh – no!" Daisuke supplied quickly. "They're fine, now that I think about it." Can't you see I'm losing an hour of my life for every minute I wear these oxygen-depriving pants?

"Really, Daisuke. You look perfect," Dark purred.

Daisuke didn't like the lecherous smirk on Dark's lips… "Damn prison…" he mumbled under his breath.

"NIWA!"

Daisuke turned around madly, having heard his name echoing throughout the mess hall. He glanced over at the door, spotting Guard Saehara Takeshi there with his handy-dandy clipboard in hand. He hastily waved his arm up in the air, alerting the official of his presence.

"Ah – there you are." Takeshi ambled up to Daisuke, arching an inquiring eyebrow at his new pair of pants. He sighed in surrender ("Oh, all right then, I guess…") and glanced at his clipboard before searching the redhead's lower body.

Daisuke stared wide-eyed at the brunette, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck prickle uncomfortably. Takeshi's russet eyes trailed down his back…and stopped. "Saehara…" Takeshi returned Daisuke's gaze for a quick second before returning to his tightly clad rear. "If I'm not too out of line… Why the hell are you staring at my butt?"

Takeshi grinned sheepishly at the vehement Daisuke, spotting a jealous but chuckling Dark out of the corner of his eye. "…Your prison number's on it, is all," he replied smoothly, checking something on his clipboard.

"What?" Daisuke twirled around and twisted his neck in order to see his back. As revealed by Takeshi, the numbers '0082495'were ironed onto the back of his leather pants…right over his ass. "Damn it – Towa-chan!" Before he could further express his indignation, Takeshi cheerfully grabbed him by the shirt and led him out of the refectory.

"…gives me a reason to memorize Daisuke's prison number…" Dark's musing was the last thing Daisuke heard before he was half-pulled half-dragged out the door. Damn prison. Really.

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Daisuke paced agitatedly around his cell, muttering incoherent things to himself. Footsteps approached from behind him, and a barely audible whirring filled his ears. He turned just in time to catch a sliced bagel out of the air before it hit him in the back of the head.

"You didn't eat," Dark explained frankly at his annoyed albeit quizzical stare.

"Oh." Daisuke sent his violet-haired cellmate a grateful grin, surprised to see that such a pervert could be so nice. "Thanks."

"No problem. What'cha pacing around for anyway, Dai-chan? What'd Saehara want with you?"

Daisuke jumped, the upcoming excitement/dread of the day once again plaguing his mind. "Oh…right. I have visitors coming to see me soon," he said quietly, wringing his hands nervously. "Riku-san and Harada-san requested a visit the minute I got here, so I guess that's why I get one after just a day…"

"That's great!" Dark said cheerfully. "I remember them – you mentioned them yesterday. When do I get to meet my lovely koibito's little friends?"

Daisuke blanched. "You see – this is why I'm nervous." He blew a bitter raspberry in Dark's direction. "You're gonna scare them away some way or another… Either that, or you'll act so Dark-ish and perverted that they'll think I've gone gay – which I haven't, despite what you want to think!"

Dark sighed, shaking his head in mock dissatisfaction. "Looks like we can't spell 'denial' without a Dai!"

Daisuke sent Dark an odd look. "…Yes we can."

"If you take out the 'e' and the 'n' and the 'l' in denial, and then scramble up the three letters you have left, what do you get?"

"Ida isn't a word, Dark," Daisuke informed his cellmate, feigning obliviousness and speaking with the slow, helpful tone one would use when explaining something to a child.

"DAI, DAMN IT!"

Daisuke chuckled to himself. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. …But really, Dark." His expression turned serious as he gazed at Dark with sparkling crimson eyes. "I don't want you popping up in the middle of my visit and making them think I'm 'with' you. I'd never hear the end of it."

Dark scowled, looking away from Daisuke once the 'look' appeared on the redhead's face. He knew he wouldn't succumb to the 'look' if he didn't see the 'look' – the look being those full, pouty lips, and those giant, glistening scarlet eyes, and the adorable way Daisuke was staring up at him with the most pleading expression written all over his face…

Damn it.

"Fine, I won't 'pop up in the middle of your visit'." Dark rolled his eyes. "But you owe me a favor." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"No," Daisuke replied simply, stuffing the last bite of his bagel into his mouth (He'd been eating it the entire time? Dark wondered incredulously.)

Rats. "Well, are you going to tell me about your little friends at least?" Dark asked, wondering what kind of friends Daisuke had – and more importantly so, if they were more than friends.

"Well, Harada-san and Riku-san are sisters, and I've known them since grade school. In high school, Riku-san and I…dated." Dark bristled, but Daisuke didn't seem to notice. "For three years, actually. But…I broke it off with her when I realized it wasn't love. It was really just a close friendship. I never looked into her big brown eyes with love, and I didn't creepily adore her shiny brown hair or anything… She was heartbroken, but it would only hurt the both of us if I kept on lying to myself."

Dark was silent for a short moment. "Does she still love you?"

It seemed like an odd question to Daisuke, but he gave a noncommittal shrug. "That's what everybody says. But she hides it well if they're right. We're back to being friends in my book."

"Hm." Dark gained a contemplative facet in his eyes as he digested this information. "I see."

"Oh, hey, the visiting center is on the other side of the building. Saehara said he'd meet up me halfway, so I gotta jet. I'll meet up with you later, Dark. Bye!" Daisuke rushed out of the cell, waving cheerfully. "Thanks again for the bagel!"

Dark nodded distractedly. "Hm. Yeah." Daisuke's footsteps died away and he smirked. "We'll meet up all right," he murmured. "Just not as later as you think."

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"Riku-san!" Daisuke smiled and bounded right up to the glass, waving cheerfully.

"Niwa-kun, are you all right?" Riku half-screamed, her voice slightly hysterical. She pressed her hands against the glass, staring wistfully at him. "How are you holding up here?"

"Pretty well, surprisingly. Thanks for coming, by the way, Riku-san," Daisuke replied, leaning into the glass right in front of her. "It really means a lot to me."

Riku blushed. "It's no problem, Niwa-kun. Risa and I are glad to be here."

"Speaking of Harada-san…where is she anyway?"

"She's parking the car. For a prison, it's pretty hard to find a parking spot," Riku informed Daisuke, letting out a weak chuckle. "She said she'd catch up with us when she's found one, which I'm sure she has already. She's probably wandering around here right now, trying to find the office…"

/- insert tacky music here -/

"Where the hell is the visitors' center?" Risa exploded. She glared at the door nearest to her, too stressed to even regard the poster tacked to its surface ('Kill bad habits – not your ex-wife.'), and resisted the urge to kick it. "I've been walking around this damn place for forever!" She crossed her arms, the panic of being lost in a prison – of all places – finally sinking in. "I'm too pretty to be prison-raped!"

Footsteps approached her from behind, and the brunette whirled around in panic.

"Relax, relax." Dark approached the frantic woman freaking out in the middle of the hallway slowly, raising his hands up in defense. "I was arrested for burglary, nothing hardcore like murder or anything."

"Oh." Risa froze, staring right into Dark's shining lilac eyes as all pangs of panic slowly dissipated from her system. "That's good," she replied lamely, entranced by this man's beauty.

Dark stifled a chuckle, inwardly wondering what a woman was doing in a men's prison, aimlessly wandering its convict-filled halls. It wasn't everyday a jailbird fell upon an exploring female –

Wait a second.

Big brown eyes…shiny brown hair…

Holy crap served with tuna fish.

Harada Riku!

"Y-you! You're –" Dark couldn't even string a simple accusation together.

"I'm what?" Risa asked in confusion, tilting her head to the side. This guy was weird – but hot nonetheless…

"Beautiful!" Dark screamed out, unable to continue his sentence. Instead, he had shouted out the first thing that came to mind; boy did he regret it.

"Kyaaah!"

Dark took a wary step back, wholeheartedly regretting making up that compliment. Prisoners couldn't have stalkers, could they?

One look at the gushing woman's glittering eyes answered the question. Gee – wasn't Riku supposed to be in love with Daisuke!?

"Uhm…" Dark took another step back. "You wouldn't happen to know Niwa Daisuke, would you?"

Risa paused. How did this weird, hot, burglar-of-a-guy know Niwa-kun?

"Well yeah. I'm here with my sister to visit him." She suddenly remembered just why she was wandering around the prison anyway. "Do you think you can direct me to the visitors' center? I'm kind of…lost," she ended lamely.

Dark's eyes narrowed. Lead Riku to Daisuke? Lead Riku to Daisuke and watch as the two reconciled a lost love? Watch as the two reconciled a lost love while he was the one who deserved his precious Dai-chan?

He thought not!

Hiding his sneaky 'ooh-ooh-look-at-me-I'm-a-sly-fox' look from the brown-eyed woman, he sent her a charming smile and tossed his head back a bit. "Why, of course I will. It would be a crime to not help such a delightful young maiden."

Risa blushed and followed the dashing man further down the hallway. "Thank you so much!" Maybe after visiting Daisuke, she could get this man's name…

"Just a couple more doors down and – here!" Dark pointed excitedly at a marked door, motioning at it with fervor. "This is it!"

"Niwa-kun's in there?" Risa asked dubiously. The door was labeled 'Cleaning Supplies'

"Why, of course he is," Dark answered as politely as he could while trying to hide his disdain for the woman who had used to hold Daisuke's heart. "Let me open the door for you."

"So polite!" Risa remarked, and she smiled at the wine-eyed man brightly. She would definitely be getting his name later…

"Why, thank you." Dark turned the knob and a fiendish smirk fixed itself upon his lips. "Before you go in, Harada-san…" He ignored Risa's gasp of surprise at the fact that he knew her name. "May I say one last thing?"

The wary Risa nodded.

"He is mine," Dark hissed, pulling the door wide open. "Dai-chan will NEVER belong to you again!"

And with a terrified shriek and the toppling of several worn brooms, Harada Risa – not Harada Riku, mind you – was unceremoniously shoved into the dark confines of a closet.

Dark chuckled evilly and turned the lock, wholeheartedly relishing in the loud click it made amidst Risa's protests and orders to be let out. "Sorry, Riku-san," he whispered into the door, mocking the honorary attached to her name, "but it had to be done."

"Riku? I'm not –!"

Dark ignored Risa's muffled objections and walked away, whistling a cheerful tune.

Now where was Daisuke?

/- insert more tacky music -/

"Dai-chan, YOU'RE MINE!" Dark burst dramatically into the visiting room he was sure Daisuke was in, the adrenaline of locking poor, innocent Harada Riku into a closet still coursing through his veins.

"Who the hell are you? Get out!"

"Yu, now, now, calm down, it's just Dark."

"You're ruining our FAMILY TIME!" A female visitor banged on the glass partition angrily, eyes blazing with a look that promised to spill blood.

"Yu-chan…"

"AAAARRRGGGGHHHH! I'LL KILL YOU!"

Dark quickly exited through the door he had entered through. Wrong person. --;; But that would certainly be the first time he had ever seen a prisoner who was more peaceful than his out-of-prison visitor…

"Dai-chan, YOU'RE MINE!"

The lavender-haired had struck the right gold mine this time.

"Dark, what the hell?" Daisuke's slumped posture straightened up in surprise, and he turned around quickly to face his intruder.

"Guess what I did, Dai-chaaaaan!" Dark sang, almost giggling with glee. "I –"

"Who's this, Niwa-kun?"

Dark looked up in shock, seeing for the first time the woman on the other side of the visitor's glass – seeing the big brown eyes and the shiny brown hair that she had tied up with an elastic tie. "Y-you!" For the second time that morning, Dark was utterly speechless. "You! No, not you!"

Daisuke arched an eyebrow at his cellmate's behavior before letting out a sigh of defeat. "Riku-san, this is one of my cellmates: Dark. I specifically told him not to barge in on us, but he doesn't listen to me." He rolled his eyes and Riku giggled.

"This is Riku?" Dark half-yelled, staring transfixed at the brunette on the other side of the room.

"Yes." Daisuke, although miffed that Dark had undermined his request, sent the older man a concerned glance. "You okay?"

"Uh… Uh…" Shit – if this is Riku, then who the hell did I just lock into a closet?

Riku gasped and Daisuke pinned Dark down with the most horror-struck look he could muster. "What?" the two demanded simultaneously.

Dark blinked. "…Did I just say that aloud?"

Shit.

"YES!"

Double shit.

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1: I like the nickname Red… Krad shall now call Daisuke Red. n.n Not overly so, of course, but it shall pop up a couple of times from now on.

Killah: And the fourth chapter is finally up! I am completely sorry for taking FOREVER! ./stabs self/ T-T SORRYsorrySORRYsorry!

The Dark and Risa scene was a little weird for me. It was a DOUBLE POV. Omg! xDDD It wasn't just Dark, ignorantly referring to Risa as Riku, and it wasn't just Risa, star-struck-edly referring to Dark as the purple-eyed this or the mauve-haired that. It was both of them being clueless about the other, but with us knowing exactly what was going on. Omg! Ahhhhhh!

By the way, my rendition of a prison is entirely accurate. Its laxness and unrealism obviously reinforce that fact! Never mind that Risa is just walking around the place without a guard-escort, and never mind that Daisuke gets to be visited by the Haradas in a big old room separated by a huge screen of glass in between them and not the usual booth-thing with a tiny-ass window and two phones on either side of it, and never mind that the cell door always seems to be open, and that Daisuke and company walk in and out of it at their own will. My descriptions of this jail are completely like those of a real-life jail! Yes, yes, go to jail, so you too may bask in the easy-and-without-discipline-filled greatness of prison.

…I hope you didn't believe any of that. O.O Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and decide to drop a review to express your opinion. Thanks!