Nagisa stared hopelessly out of the window, the instructions of the mission haunting his head. They'd been given a very thorough explanation, a forty page rule book, everything that should send them on their way with as much preparation as possible. Nagisa had tried his best to memorise everything, but as it turned out, prison had a lot of rules.

Beside him, Karma sniffed rather violently, despite having been silent for the majority of the car ride.

The worst part about this was that suppressants were considered a luxury. In very rare cases, where an omega was actually abandoned by their mate, it would be considered medically necessary. Paperwork or not however, Nagisa was physically unbonded, and he didn't qualify. As it turned out, it really didn't take that long without taking them for his scent to start coming through. Self-consciously, he tugged his collar up, covering his scent glands as best he could.

Nagisa wasn't sure he was cut out for this. All of the rules, and even the environment itself. Prison was something a lot of people feared, wasn't it? Just a little at least. Nagisa's talent wasn't necessarily best suited to extended role playing, he thought. But he was pretty much under Karasuma's orders now, and so if it was intel he needed, Nagisa had to get it.

"Are you ready?" Yaiba san asked, as the car just about pulled to a close.

Neither he or Karma answered, but they got out of the car anyway. At first glance, he wouldn't have really guessed he was standing in front of a prison. Though, he wasn't quite used to large buildings that appeared to be in the middle of nowhere either. He looked over at Karma, trying to make a guess at what he was thinking about all of this. There weren't a lot of secretes held in his expression, though.

"-Well then," Yaiba san continued, her expression just as tight as the meticulous bun her dark hair was pinned up in, "say your goodbyes. You'll be separated as soon as we walk in."

Karma turned to him then, a hell of a look in his eyes. Nagisa didn't get the chance to question him, before Karma pulled him in close, and slotted their necks together. It took Nagisa, admittedly far too used to the suppressants again, a moment to catch up with what was happening. But then Karma's strong scent filled the air, and it made him weak in the knees as it coated his own glands.

"Stay safe."

Nagisa's face absolutely flushed up. He'd never been off his suppressants whilst with Karma like that, and the sensation was so strange. It was nice, though. Karma's scent certainly made him feel more calm, though he wanted to grip onto him more. He knew he hadn't been this desperate to fall into it before, and he cringed as Karma tried to pull away.

In the end, he didn't let him, grabbing him by the shirt to give him the leverage to kiss him. Under any other circumstances, Nagisa would have been embarrassed to do such a thing, but he knew his was going to possibly be the last time he could see Karma for a while. He wasn't rejected though, with Karma gripping his shoulders and kissing him back just as hard until Yaiba san cleared her throat and knocked them out of the moment.

She showed some sort of government ID at the entrance, and nobody questioned it. Nagisa had, of course, never been in an environment like a prison before. Maybe he should have resolved to start looking around already, since they were actually there for intel, but something inside him told him to just keep his head down and keep walking. He'd… have to get over that.

"Okay," Yaiba san nodded. "I'm leaving you here. As I explained, the warden knows somewhat of our situation. This is a reminder that you're under a strict code of silence. He has all the information he needs, and we don't know who's working for who yet. We're of course authorised to get the both of you out, though."

And with that, the door was opened, and they were both practically pushed inside. Karma shot him a look for a moment, before they set eyes upon the warden. Actually, Nagisa found himself paying more attention to the office, which seemed quite fancy. Maybe this guy wasn't so happy with his job, because it didn't feel particularly prison like. Or else he was just… cheering it up a bit.

"Please, take a seat."

Nagisa fell back into his ingrained formal personality, sitting as gently as he could. Like this was some kind of job interview. Nagisa was sure he could take him, if he really wanted to, but for some reason he still felt a little intimidated by this warden. Well, Nagisa was pretty much handing his freedom over, for at least some period of time.

The warden wiped his forehead. "I trust you familiarised yourself with the rules. You're to be treated just as any other prisoner during your time here, and that includes the same punishment if you fall out of line. But, you can change into your uniforms first without all the tests, and I'll call some officers for you."

Short and to the point, then. Nagisa accepted it unsteadily, and they were both shuffled off into what seemed to be some kind of visitor bathroom. Whatever the case, it was a slight more generic than whatever that office had been. They were left alone then, like that, but for some reason he and Karma went to separate stalls to change. Though there was no real reason for that… Nagisa didn't even know what to think.

Karma looked kind of funny though, in a prisoner's uniform. It kind of reminded him of when they were just kids, and he used to chide that Karma would end up in prison if he kept on the way he was. Of course, at that time, Karma had just laughed and declared 'they'd have to catch me first'. Well, now look at them.

There were a lot of things he wanted to say to Karma right there and then. But, frankly, Nagisa didn't even know what to choose. It wasn't like they were going to die or anything, but it had been a long time since they'd had to say goodbye to each other for any kind of extended period of time. So words just formed and died right there on his lips.

In the end, they didn't get the chance to say anything else, because the guards soon arrived, gripping them and leading them down opposite directions. Just like that, so quick Nagisa barely had time to notice it happening. The prison seemed a tiny bit labyrinth like, all the walls and doors so similar to each other if he did end up needing to attempt an escape, it would be hard.

"This one," the guard said roughly, and then thrust the door open. "It's not free time, so you're in complete silence."

Nagisa was practically shoved inside, actually. He blinked in pure surprise, until he noticed the guard was waiting there expectantly. He tried his best to remember the rule book, realising the guard was expecting him to sit. Nagisa did, pretending like he was in far better circumstances than the ones that currently faced him. At least he could probably manage the task of sitting still for a while, though it was slightly frustrating he clearly couldn't start what he was actually supposed to do.

Once he was on his knees as he should be, and the door was closed, Nagisa could really take in his surroundings. The floor was tatami, for one, and a couple of futons were carefully stowed away beside the wall. Other than that, perhaps the most important part of his new room was the other person who was also sitting it.

The guy cracked one eye open, as if taking in Nagisa's appearance, before shutting it again. Well, he at least seemed relaxed. Nagisa couldn't help but stare at him a little further, with something about him seeming incredibly off. Then again, it was rare that Nagisa even came across other male omegas. Much like Nagisa, he had a more rounded shaped face than most men, though perhaps his longer hair didn't help that. It was a light almost silver in colour, ending just above his shoulders. Nagisa wrinkled his nose, realising he smelt kind of like all butter shortbread.

He couldn't actually ask anything about his newfound cellmate, though. So Nagisa found himself attempting to observe. Attempting, because frustratingly, there wasn't much he could tell just from this. His cellmate was definitely guarding something… though Nagisa wasn't sure what else he could expect from an actual convicted criminal. He seemed young, though, definitely not much older than Nagisa at a push.

Maybe Nagisa was started to obsess a little bit, but even though he considered himself at least fairly grounded and patient, there was only so much he could do for such a long period of just staring at the walls. There was no clock, so he had no idea how long it actually was, but it honestly felt like hours. His cellmate didn't even have any sort of quirks or ticks for him to think about, rather sitting in absolute perfect form.

"Get ready!"

The voice was suddenly so loud, in contrast to the almost never ending silence, that Nagisa jolted a little. Finally, his cellmate opened his eyes, raising a brow at Nagisa, before standing with a strange amount of grace. Nagisa forgot the rules he'd studied, instead just copying him. It seemed like pure obedience, standing to face the door with his arms behind his back. The door was opened, then, and the two of them exited, turning to face the wall.

"Number!" The man barked.

"Six three three eight." His voice was unsettlingly smooth.

Then Nagisa realised it was his turn. "Seven nine six zero."

He was surprised he even remembered it, given the circumstances. Apparently it was enough to satisfy the officer, because then he commanded them to forward march. Honestly, Nagisa felt a little ridiculous doing it, but he remembered Karasuma's training back in E Class. The very basics had been done with a similar military like precision.

There wasn't exactly a lot to take in, before they entered a cafeteria. That was Nagisa's first proper exposure to the rest of the prisoners. Not that there were many, actually. He didn't know exactly what he'd been expecting, but it was no hugely open dining space. He kept his head down for right then, though, taking the food and sitting down to eat it without hesitation.

Of course, it tasted kind of bland. But there was enough of it for him to get full, at the very least, and not the worst thing he'd ever experienced. Giving everyone around a quick glance, he realised they were eating as quickly as possible. Nagisa took the note to do the same, and sure enough, the food period was over before he even knew it, and he was having to get rid of his tray.

But then a whistle blew, and immediately his cellmate turned to him. "Name?"

Well, Nagisa guessed that was their signal to talk. "N-nagisa?"

He raised an eyebrow again. "Just Nagisa?"

That was one of the points Nagisa realised he'd actually missed during their preparation to come here. Obviously they couldn't talk about their mission or the government, but there hadn't been anything about using a fake name or identity. Well, it wasn't like any of this would get back to his regular life, he supposed, so there was no point in trying to keep up with a lie.

"Yeah," he said, as his cellmate shifted slightly to the side, before producing a board of some sort. "Just Nagisa."

He sat down on the bench, motioning for Nagisa to sit opposite. "So, 'Just Nagisa', you ever played chess before?"

Nagisa swallowed, remembering the few times Karma had tried to teach him. "Uh… I know a little about the rules."

"It doesn't matter," he shrugged. "Just look busy with your hands. Fine then, if you're 'Just Nagisa', then you can call me 'Just Yuu'."

"Yuu san," Nagisa chose to ignore the way he looked at him when he added the honorific, "h-have you been here long?"

He started to laugh, then, only cut off by the dirty look one of the offers shot him. "Well, I'm going to take it you haven't. So, what'd they get you for? Drug possession?" He paused. "Nah, you don't seem like the type."

Nagisa had an official story, but he had no idea what to say to this guy. "I…"

He smirked. "I stole a shit ton of money from some kinda important people. And hey, to be fair to me, it was pretty easy. I'd almost say it was worth it. At least I don't have to worry about rent and all the alphas that wanna fuck me in here."

It was safe to say Nagisa wasn't used to this kind of conversation. He'd been teased before, but never quite like that. And he wasn't even sure if this was actually teasing. His new cellmate was giving him the impression that he was just like that. Nagisa somehow found himself being drawn in, like he needed to know more about this person.

"R-right," he said, because he was more worried about ignoring the comment.

Yuu just seemed amused, though. "You can quit the blushing virgin act. I can tell you 'got an alpha."

How?

But then Nagisa remembered Karma's earlier display, and wrinkled his nose. He was so used to Karma's scent at this point that he hadn't even really noticed how much it was clinging to him right then, likely making the entire vicinity smell at least vaguely of alpha. Oh, he was going to kill Karma when they got out of here. So what if he'd made no attempt to stop him at the time?

"For real, though," Yuu flicked one of the chess pieces. "My last cellmate was kind of unbearable." He sniffed the air again dramatically. "No," he groaned, "don't tell me you're a Yakuza whore too."

Nagisa was stunned right then. If he heard the word 'yakuza' one more time, he was actually going to consider marching across and joining them! Well, it was probably a little more complicated than that. And then he thought about it, and that was actually worse. At least most people gave him the credit of actually being a full member!

"I'm not in the Yakuza," Nagisa finally said, the phrase too familiar to his tongue.

"Alright," Yuu shrugged. "Your alpha doesn't half smell arrogant enough for it, though." Apparently Nagisa didn't reply quick enough, because he opened his mouth again. "He was so annoying. Didn't think we'd start a dick measuring contest over our body counts, but prison'll surprise you. See that guy over there? Killed his husband."

Nagisa gulped. "R-really?"

Yuu shrugged. "Says he deserved it. No offence, but knowing alphas, he probably did."

Unfortunately, Nagisa was sure he was right. He was fortunate enough to not have been particularly harassed before, but he wasn't entirely blind to the things that happened around him. Still, it was rare, from what he knew, for the omega involved to actually stand up to it. But Nagisa had spent a year teaching kids who were arguably troubled, he was no stranger to withholding judgement.

The conversation between them died down, after that, and then in a time that felt far too short, the officer started shouting again. With that, they were marched back to the cells, and the silence continued until it was apparently time for bed. Nagisa knew prison was for all intents and purposes a punishment, but even this seemed a little far, mind numbing. He honestly wondered how Karma was coping in this kind of environment.

At first, Nagisa was relieved when it was finally time to sleep. Any change from just sitting like that sounded amazing. Even just unrolling the futon gave him a welcome bit of intellectual stimulation. But that was soon over, and he was expected to go to sleep right away. It was nice to stretch out his limbs at the very least, which had become a little sore from all the sitting.

"Night night," Yuu winked at him, before rolling over to face away.

There was something so weird about that guy… Though Nagisa figured he'd have to wait quite a while, until the next time they could talk. It wasn't out of the question, though, and since he needed information, a cellmate who had clearly been here a long time was probably a really good place to start. If only the next 'free time' would come sooner.

Except, Nagisa curled up, finding it suddenly hard to sleep. It had been okay, with Karma's arms wrapped around him. He was so used to the feeling that if he closed his eyes, it was just like they were at home. He could fool himself like that, as though they'd wake up in the morning, probably to Daichi banging on their door demanding food, or just plainly letting himself in and jumping into bed with them.

He curled up even tighter at that thought. This was the longest he'd ever gone without speaking to his son. Even during university, it was rare he'd go even a day without calling. And at the very least, he was able to look at his huge collection of photos. Right then all he had was the memory in his head, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt his heart start to break.

Maybe he was a terrible father, leaving Daichi all alone. If Nagisa felt this kind of pain, then he couldn't imagine how confusing it must be… though he was sure it would be worse if Daichi actually knew the full truth. Honestly, he definitely couldn't be trusted to keep this kind of information to himself, anyway. But with nothing else to distract him, Nagisa wished for nothing more to hold him in his arms again.

He found then that he couldn't sleep. He'd read in the rulebook that he couldn't toss and turn like wild until exhaustion finally took him over, so he was stuck. It was almost as mind-numbing as staring at the wall was. Except somehow it was worse, because in the dark it was even harder to keep his mind shut to everything else. He tried to think about his actual task, but that was hard, with his only viable plan being talking to his cellmate… which he couldn't do then.

Nagisa was a little out of it, after just barely managing to get to sleep for what felt like minutes, when he woke up again. Mostly he was surprised, though, that he was being shaken awake. An earthquake? No… Nagisa opened his eyes properly, realising that he'd rolled off his futon during the night, and was clinging onto his poor cellmate.

"You're lucky none of the officers are looking at you," he hissed, yanking his arm away since Nagisa was no longer dead weight.

He felt a deep set embarrassment. "I'm so sorry-"

Yuu breathed out. "It's okay, I get it." He still shook his head back and forth a little, though. "Can you maybe try and calm down, though," he wrinkled his nose. "I can smell the distress all over you."

"So-"

"Quiet!" A booming voice from the other side of the door. "Get ready!"

Much like before, it was the same drill, where they came outside and declared their number. Instead of being marched somewhere, though, they were returned back to the cell, and after a few minutes a bowl of what he assumed was supposed to be breakfast as fed through a small hatch he hadn't noticed until right then. Just like the last meal, though, he realised quickly it was meant to be a silent affair. Nagisa took his cues from his cellmate, following what he did in getting rid of the bowl once they were done, but then he realised Yuu was sitting in the same way as he had the day before.

"Again?" It slipped out of his mouth, with the slight horror at the prospect of another day of staring at the wall.

"It was good enough for our kind in history," Yuu muttered. "At least they got a nice garden to look at back then."

That was it, then. Nagisa supposed it was true. He hadn't ever had to focus on specific parts of omega history, before. The sort of things he taught in school were more about actual events, than generalised society. That kind of stuff was expected to be taught a lot younger. Then again… he wasn't sure how much focus was put on life for omegas a thousand years ago. As far as he actually knew, it wasn't so fun.

Nagisa really started to value 'free time'. That day, he managed to learn a little more about his cellmate. How he'd already served two years (which was all the more surprising considering his age), and how he didn't consider himself friends with anyone there. Apparently there was a kind of hierarchy of crimes, and Yuu liked to see himself as high up on that.

Not every single day was just staring at the walls, but enough of them were. Sometimes, they would be ordered to run around the yard, and that was just about the peak of excitement. Presumably, Nagisa would be expected to train himself up after this entire mission was over, so he wanted to prevent his body from growing weaker than it already was.

He asked Yuu about working, but he'd just scoffed with a 'yeah, right, forcing omegas to work? Even in prison, that'll cause a scandal'. Nagisa had frowned at that, since he never thought of the country as being that behind. Though, maybe the prison system was lagging behind with the rest of society. Nagisa still thought working would be more entertaining, though.

His favourite time was easily free time, though. The next day, he learnt that Yuu knew how to play cello, and the day after that, he was crazy good at maths. Karma levels of good at maths, and that wasn't a compliment Nagisa felt he could give out often. Nagisa knew enough about maths to teach it confidently enough to the end of high school, of course, but this definitely went beyond that. He'd just blinked in confusion, when Yuu started explaining some formula Nagisa hadn't even heard of.

"You could say I'm handy with computers," he'd laughed.

A week passed like that, and Nagisa got no better at chess. Nor did he learn any kind of important information. The stuff about Yuu… probably wasn't that helpful. At the very least, though, Nagisa thought he was getting a good grip on when the guard patrols were. He didn't have a clock to help him, but keeping count in his head was a viable hobby compared to the wall. His eyes were started to get dark and heavy, but he convinced himself that some process was yards better than none.

Until… somehow it seemed like he'd made a mistake. It had only taken him a few days to figure out that the patrols were fixed and efficient, with just a brief glance into each cell before whoever it was moved on. Especially at night, no matter what, it had been the same. So Nagisa was confused, then, at why there seemed to be another patrol around five minutes after the last.

"Inmate," a voice said, "it's time for your visitation."

In the middle of the night? Nagisa stayed absolutely dead still, because there was definitely something wrong. To his slight confusion, though, Yuu stood up as though it was normal, carefully treading his way across the room. Just to be safe, Nagisa squeezed his eyes shut, in case Yuu would somehow catch him looking.

"Alrighty officer," he drawled, like some sort of porn star, "lead the way."

If that wasn't some sort of lead, then Nagisa was going crazy.