Something was brewing within his prison. He could feel it as if it were a mid winter chill creeping into his bones. The prisoners were oddly quiet, forming into groups that had not existed before. As if they were choosing sides for something. The silence and odd groupings had every guard on edge, awaiting a riot to start at any moment.

A riot at his prison? Such things were unheard of here. There had never been a riot in all is Sion Prisons' fifteen years of existence. There had a been a few fights in the early days, before anyone really knew much about the prison and how it was to work. To have a riot now, it would shame Sion. It would shame him, the warden. It would shame his father whom had built the prison and had run it with an iron fist for ten years before turning it over to him.

He could not let that happen.


~ PRISON GUARD ~


Showers had been something Akihito had come to fear while in jail. They were dirty and grimy. Filled with men three times his age eyeing him in ways that were highly uncomfortable. He still had nightmares about that day the guard in charge of his shower hour had slipped out in his duty. Leaving Akihito alone with men who wanted to use his body for their pleasure.

They had crept up on him as he washed the soap from his hair. Encircling and trapping him beneath the water pouring from the ceiling up above him. He has been startled by the many hands that grabbed him. He had fought, freeing himself from one set of hands just to be grabbed up by another pair. The men had been dragging him to a better position for their use, when the shower guard's boss came in. He'd quickly put a stop to the near gang rape, saving Akihito. The guard was then fired. Akihito had then been made to take showers all alone.

When he'd been sent to Sion Prison, Akihito had feared another attack would happen. And that no one would come to save him this time. Instead, he had been give his own private cell. Complete with its own toilet hidden from view of those passing and a shower that left only his head open to viewing. The cell even had a huge bed that was far softer and far more comfortable than any bed he'd ever slept on before.

The nice beds and rather sizeable cells were something he had noticed that had differed from jail. They were luxury he had never thought a prison would have. But Sion was anything but what he had expected a prison to be. Akihito did notice however, that his cell was the only one to hold a private shower. As well as an odd opening in the ceiling just inside the cell's entrance.

His shower complete, Akihito gathered up his dirty clothing and headed for the laundry down in the prison's basement. He happily hummed a tune from one of the many CD's that Ai-chan had given him. He had never taken the time to listen to music before; something that had dearly saddened Ai-chan. So listing to all kinds of music had become a part of his schooling. Akihito had quickly learned that he loved classical music like Beethoven; as well as a mix of classical and other types like Lindsey Stirling and 2cellos. He now had a CD player in his cell. Curtesy of Mr. Hotty Guard - Asami Ryuichi.

Akihito cheerfully entered the laundry, unaware of the other prisoner inside. He continued to him happily as he stuffed his clothing into the machine and poured in the soap. Closing the lid, he set the machine to the settings that he wanted and push start. The machine quietly got work. Akihito hopped onto of the machine and pulled out the book he had been allowed to check out from the prison library.

"So your the famous Takaba Akihito." A voice sneered.

Akihito looked up to see another blond prisoner standing in front of him. Unlike him though, Akihito could tell this guy was not naturally blond. Akihito frowned as he took note of the other prisoner's rather disgusted look.

"Can I help you with something?"

The other prisoner came closer, invading Akihito's personal space. Lifting one hand up, the other prisoner poked Akihito hard in his chest. Causing Akihito to wince.

"Listen here you little piece of shit!" The prisoner snarled. "I know what you are up to and I won't let you get away with it. No matter how easily you spread your fat legs, he will never be yours." With that, the other prisoner stomped off angrily. Leaving behind a rather confused Akihito.


~ Prison Guard ~


Akihito gathered his now neatly folded clothing and head from the laundry. His mind had shaken off the odd prisoner and the prisoner's even odder words. Instead it focused on his lessons with Ai-chan for the following day. It was with a great shock, that Akihito found himself pulled into a darkened maintenance hallway. His clothing was ripped from his arms and tossed of to the side.

A fist landed against his left cheek. Akihito lashed out at his attacker, only to meet a cement wall. Breaking his hand in three places. Another set of hands fisted into Akihito's hair. He was dragged to the ground where he was kicked into unconsciousness.

Akihito woke some time later to find himself in Sion's rather state of the art hospital wing. Dr. Kirishima, the giant blond guard Suoh-san, Shinji-san and — oh no! Mr. Hotty Guard; were all standing around him. They were speaking lowly to one another - ever polite.

"Awe, Takaba-kun. You have awoken. This is very good indeed." Dr. Kirishima smiled.

Four sets of eyes turned to look at Akihito. The boy cringed back, uncomfortable. "I'm sorry."

A pair if dark brows rose. "Sorry for what Akihito?"

"I got into a fight. Fights are against Sion's rules."

"Nonsense." Souh-san grumbled, looking vary grumpy. "You were attacked. Sion does not punish those who have been assaulted We approve you defending yourself Akihito." The giant guard reached out and ruffled Akihito's hair.

"Do you know who attacked you Takaba-kun?" Dr. Kirishima asked.

"No. I never saw them."


~ Prison Guard ~


"This taste like shit." Akihito mumbler to himself, surprised by the very awful tasting food before him. It was odd. Sion seemed to pride itself on giving five star meals to its prisoners. Yet today, Akihito found that his meal tasted worse than the food he'd dug up out of dumpsters.

Akihito set his spork down, his eyes shifting to eye the rest of the cafeteria. All around him sat the other prisoners. They sat in groups of two to ten. All of them were talking band laughing. Happy. Not a single one seemed to find their meal unappealing. It was him, just him. Akihito sighed.

While he knew prison was not a place meant for making friends, he was disappointed to not have made a single one in his time here. Everyday was spent alone when not in lessons with Ai-chan. It was depressing. Shaking his head, Akihito resumed his solitary meal in silence. Shuddering as the foul taste hit his taste buds.

Groaning, Akihito stood and headed for the cafeteria exit and the trash cans set beside it. He tossed the remains of his meal - over half of it - and left. He decided to head up to the library and turned to the left. He was halfway up the stairs when his world began to sway before him.

Moaning, Akihito found himself leaning against the railing of the stairway. He felt the stairs beneath his feet shift and he fell, unsteady and shaking. His stomach twisted as his throat burned with acid. His mouth opened, bile spilled forth. Akihito collapsed,his world dimming around him.

He could hear feet coming towards him. He tried to shift but only succeeded in bringing forth more bile. Hands brushed his hair back from his forehead, settling to feel his skin. An unfamiliar voice spoke to him. It was soothing, calming his unsettled nerves. Akihito tried to look up at his unknown companion, but all he could see was a long black cape. Akihito reached for it. It was so soft. Silky. Akihito's hand fell as he lost all consciousness.


~ Prison Guard ~


"Report." Came the hardened and icy cold voice.

Kirishima, Suoh and Kruoda cringed at the sound of it. The three men stood inside a dark room lit only by a few lamps set in the four corners. Smoke from a forgotten cigarette billowed upwards, masking the image of the man sitting before them. It was not often that they found themselves in this room, and they were currently wishing that they were not there now. The warden of Sion Prison was not a kind man. He ruled with an iron fist and eliminated those whom dared to defy him.

Kirishima cleared his throat. "From what little was left in his stomach and the samples taking from the vomit, I believe that Takaba-kun was poisoned. It seems that he ingested the posion through his dinner last night. It also appears that Takaba-kun had not ingested enough to kill him, most likely due to what appeared as an unfinished meal. The vomit was induced not by the Poison, however.

"It was instead caused by an allergic reaction to an ingredient in the gravy used for the meal. That may have save the boy from damages that the poison may have caused him. He will be kept in the hospital ward until I feel he is healthy enough to return to his cell."

Kirishima pushed his glasses back up his nose with a single pointer finger. A light caught an edge of one lenses, causing a flare to appear upon the glasses. Giving the doctor a menacing air.

"I will keep him in an induced coma for the next two days in order to give his body a rest. From there, I will give him a full exam to check for signs of side effects from the poison."

"Hmmm…" Was the only answer the doctor received from the warden.

"I am checking all camera footages to see if there is any sign of the perpetrator who has poisoned dear Takaba-kun. We are also still searching for the ones who attacked him a week ago as well.

"I am currently running a check on all Sion staff and guards' bank accounts, as well as searching for any unknown accounts as well. All the food that has been prepared or stored on Sion premises has been collected and us currently undergoing testing as a proactive safe guard.

"Background checks are being run again upon all staff and guards. I have initiated a background check on all visitors as well as all outside workers such as the laundry service who cleans the bedding."

"Who found the boy?" Asked the warden.

"Liu Feilong." Answered Kirishima. "He was returning from the library when he came across Takaba-kun."

"Have Liu questioned thoroughly." The warden stated cooly.

"I have been investigating Takaba-kun's case." Kruoda stated. One dark broke raised above the warden's eye. "I became highly suspicious when I learned that he was a mere sixteen when he carried here. Worse yet, he'd been only fifteen when arrested.

"After meeting Takaba-kun, I found him to be polite and good natured. Something at odds with someone who had murdered his own father as well as another man.

"What I found greatly disturbed me. His case shows how careless our government is with the children of our country. The abuse and neglect given Akihito's way by his father is disgusting to say the least. It was highly noticeable but no children's services were ever sent to intervene.

"The boy has been earning money anyway that he could since the age of twelve." Kruoda shook his head, disgusted by the shear neglect of Takaba Akihito's needs. "I also discovered that Takaba-kun had no defense attorney nor a child representive during his trial or during interrogations.

"However, the part that concerns me most is that after some research, I discovered that the man who prosecuted Takaba-kun, was related to the man the boy killed."


Do not be surprised if Kirishima begins to talk like Yoda.