Hellooo fanfiction readers ! Hello KiriBaku readers !
I have been totaly in love with Bakugou and Kirishima s relation, they re just so damn cute 3
To the point I started a fic (wich didnt happen in so long I had to start a new account omg)
Anyway, this is an AU where some of our favorite characters do not go to UA. The world is basically the them but the lives are different and some of them end up in juvie.
Obviously, it is not going to be all fun. I will keep up TW before each chapter. But pleeease bare with me under all this aingst, I promise good stuff will come around ! :D
oh, its cross-posted on Wattpad and, soon I hope, AO3.
okay, let s get into the prologue ! tw : violence, alcoholism.
Please review and tell me if its okay or a complete disaster !
question of the chapter : would you like for me to mention the music that inspires me for each chapter ??
~~~Enjoooy~~~
MoyKun.
Today, his fate was sealed. Strangers had looked upon him and decided on the next years of his life. Bakugou felt he only specated in his unfolding destiny. His lawyer did all the speaking and his father did all the crying.
He tried to relax on his plastic chair. It was hard, with his hands cuffed in Anti-quirks shackles and the neon light constant flickering. He had no word, no control, no power in the coming decision.
He was locked away in the closet-size grey room while awaiting the end of his trial. Four thick walls, a heavy and locked door, a chair and the o-so-ever, fucking, flickering light. It seemed to him that an eternity had passed since the judge announced a recess before the verdict. How long were they going to leave him in this maddening hole ? His anger grew bigger as he patience flowed into the nothingness of time. He wasn't anxious, he couldn't stand the wait.
The door opened and a bored looking court gard in uniform looked a Bakugou. "Come on, court is resuming".
The ash-blond followed the man to the bar. Braced and prepared, he gazed right into the judge's eyes. Katsuki didn't look at his dipshit father on the bench, nor his stupid and inexperienced appointed lawyer.
The judge, an important looking old man with a pompous tone knocked his hammer three times. As if he was acting in a tragedy, he declared with a deep voice.
"Bakugou Katsuki, age sixteen. You are being judge in the eyes of the sacred law. The facts of wich you are accused are intimidation, aggravated assault and battery as well as underage drinking and public intoxication. Four person made these claims, young boys about your age. They have all been injured during the events. Thus, you have illegally made use of your quick, stated to be..." he gave a look at the copy of the quirk declaration. Bakugou suspected that the judge added a bit of action to his little show. "Explosions produced by hight level of nitroglycerine in the sweat of your palms" He continued. "You pleaded guilty?" It wasn't so much of a question, rather a form to complete his little show. The judge gave Bakugou a glance over his small round binoculars, clear disdain on his face.
Yeah, he had drunk his mind out and he had kicked the punks' asses who tried to extort him. They ended up with severe burns and broken bones at the hospital. "I did" the teen growled to the judge. He could picture the wrath on the parents' faces. The glares they shot him the first time enterred the court room.
The judge licked his finger in a slow, obniouxious movement and swiped the page. "The law, Chapter 2, paragraph 6 on 《The use and framing of quirks》 states that 《Thee who uses thy quick to cause mental or physical harm to one or several of thy peers, must face five years to life prison sentence.》"
Tension filled the court room. Katsuki's father tried to hide is pathetic sobs but a hicup broke the silence. The teenager didn't understand the old man. It wasn't surprising, nor devastating. The main inconveniances was the judge being full of himself, the families pretending their boys deserved better and the minutes turning into hours.
"Still, regarding the own responsibilities the other boys had in this situation and your young age, your lawyer and your father asked for lienency".
Bakugou repressed a grimace of disgust from curling his upper lip. Asked for lienency? They begged mercy for his sorry ass, weak.
"Therefore, it has been decided to send you to the Sakido Institute for a three years course. You will be detained, but educated and reintroduce to society. I will be your legal referee from now on until your release. The new year starts in three weeks. For that time, you will be in provisory detention."
The judge knocked his hammer three times. "The court is over.".
Three knocks and it was over. That was it.
Bakugou suspected that he should have been knocked by the shock but he wasn't. He realised that he couldnt give a shit about his futur nor he could remember a time he cared. He had dropped out of school for years now. He loved no one and no one loved him.
There was nothing left here for him, and he knew there was nothing ahead either.
As a matter of fact, the futur started with a string of locked grey rooms.
Mr. Yaomato, the Bakugou family's appointed lawyer, invited Mr. Bakugou for a coffee after court. They were sitting at a nearby tea salon and Bakugou Masaru had ordered a beer. The man already stank of alcohol before the trial. It explained that the kid got his hands on liquor before his fight.
"So... What now?" asked Masaru. The father had red tired eyes and the grey skintone of chain smokers. Wrinkles ans dark circles under his eyes were aging him tente years. He hit rock bottom, staring at his blond drink.
"Well," Mr. Yamato said with as much patience as he could "Katsuki is on his way for the provisionnal detention center. I will bring him toiletries. Then, he will be send to the juvenil correction center..."
He didn't know what to say to comfort the man. After that, it was out of his hands. Yaomato freshly gratuated law-school but he estimated to be a good lawyer despite having little experience. Bakugou Katsuki became one of the first case appointed to him. He hadn't expect his clients to be more problematic then the trial itself. The father was unemployed, alcoholic and out of his depths with his kid. The son was smart but violent, distrustful and felt no shame or remorse over beating four person. He suspected Katsuki Bakugou to be sociopath.
Still, he got the best deal he could for the teenager.
"They're taking him away from me" the father sobbed in a weak voice tainted by alcohol.
The lawyer repressed a sigh. "May I be honest with you?"
Mr. Bakugou hesitated an instant but nodded.
"I have the feeling you have no control over you son, Mister Bakugou. Maybe it's best for him to be in a specialised facility." Mr. Yaomato did his best to be kind and respectful.
The father let out a heavy sigh and his shoulders shruged. "Since Mitsuki died, five years ago, Katsuki has... I don't know. He got worse with every year. His mother had an explosive personality too, he has it from her. But she was kind and loving." A tear rolled down the man's cheek and he whipped it off. "I haven't been a good father and now the judge took him away".
This time, Yaomato felt he needed to be clear. "Listen, it's surely for the best. He just took the burden off your shoulders. You can still visit your son, and call him. Try to be his friend, he will need one." Mr Bakugou shook a bit, containing his disper. He was processing the harsh truth and decided he had to agree.
Bakugou had been in provisional detention for two days. It was a few cells near the count building in a police facility. He was, at the moment, the only resident. He had been given three grey overall, three black t-shirts and flat lace-less shoes that looked like slippers. The lawyer dropped by on the first day, giving him fresh underwear, a blanket and a bag of toiletries. The man had tried to talk to him but Katsuki ignored the stupid chatter until he left. He knew the lawyer was finishing his job, nothing more.
The cell was clean and epurated. A hard and narrow bed that looked more like a padded bench was nailed to a wall. On the other side, a small sink and a toilet all in inox filled hygiene purposes. A light set in the roof completed the decor. His sole luxury was a small slate near the sink on wich he could store his inmate uniform and toiletries. There were no windows and bars composed a door that would slide to open. Privacy was for the free people.
"Bakugou, you have visit." Said the guard. Boredom seemed ingraved in the man's features and actions. He rarely talked to the boy, if not necessary he would keep to himself.
Katsuki got up for his bench-bed and stood near the door bars. He hadn't tried his quirk on the door or on the walls. He truely he couldn't make himself care. Not about this outside world, not about people around, not about his own futur. Escaping was pointless.
His father approached the other side of the door and the guard went back to his chair, further in the corridor but keeping an eye on the detainee.
"H. Hi Katsuki..." Masaru stumbled, trying to smile.
The man stank of whiskey and struggled to keep balance. How weak...
"Fuck off" the teen answered and dropped on his bench.
"Katsuki! I'm... I'm your father! You... Don't! You have to..."
"Shut up!" The blond boy growled. "You pathetic piece of trash. I don't owe you anything." He glared at him with anger.
Tears started flooding Masaru's eyes. "You look so much like your mother..." he reached out a shaking hand.
"Back off bastard!" Katsuki jumped up, menacing. "Don't ever talk about her again! fucking piece of shit!" He grabbed the bars, staring down on his father. His eyes were daggers threatening to kill and his paulms heated up.
The guard seemed ready to move, keeping a close eye on the situation.
"Mitsuki-." the father sobbed.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! "the teen screamed, furious, losing control of his nerves. Katsuki's face was torned with wrath. Through the bars, he punched his father in the face, who dropped to the floor like a rag-doll. with a drunk groan he brought his shaking hands to his face.
"Enough! Back off!" The guard yelled, his taser-gun in hand and pointing it towards the blond boy.
Bakugou held up his hand with a smirk and took a step back, rolling his hips in a feline gait. "I'm good" he said. The voice spoke in a deadly calm but the eyes were filles with disgust. The father rolled on the floor, trying to get up
"Don't talk to me ever again " Katsuki said in a deadly cold voice, before he spat on him.
"Hands on the back wall!" The officer
yelled, pointing his taser, hands shaking in panic and fear.
Bakugou complied. Facing the wall, he listened the jailor helping the drunk wreck leave the cells.
He couldn't keep a devilish grin from his lips. That did feel good, a sort of dream come true.
The van made another stop. Under police's severe surveillance, men came in, in line, all wearing handcuffs and overalls.
They took their seat as pointed by their keepers. The benchs were low quality washed-out green padded seats in vynil. There were around twenty seats in total, four taken by security officers. Two other guards stood at each end of the véhicule. A thick wired window stood between the criminals and the two drivers. It wasn't a high-surveillance convoy but both sides distrusted each other.
The bus would pick up men from provisional cells from several cities and make two stops: Orenami's prison and Sakido's institute.
Kirishima Eijirou couldn't help a heavy sigh. He had been on the bloody bus for an hour and he knew he wasnt getting closer to destination. Not that he looked forward to it, but the cuffs itched his wrist and the mood was heavy. He could tell from the attitude that some man were not on their first ride to the prison. Heavy body odour and cheap after-shave filled the air.
The seat next to him had been kept empty. The guards had appointed other men to sit next to each other, skipping the vacant spot. It surprised Kirishima to hear someone designated to share his bench.
A young man, no, a teenager with golden blond hair took the sear. The guy looked anxious. Wich was normal. He didn't give Kirishima a single look, keeping his eyes on his cuffs. The red haired boy gave him a curious gaze. The boy was tall and thin, golden eyes and black streak in his shaggy hair. He ignored Eijirou, staring down with concern, not giving the other boy any sign of ackowledgment. At some point Kirishima couldn't resist anymore. "Hi, my name's Kirishima" he tried to smile. The other boy gave him a surprised look. Before he could answer, an officer shouted "Quiet! " .
The mini-van vibrated and started moving.
After another half hour and it stopped in front of secured gates and the guards made everyone leave the vehicle. Everyone except two teenagers, sitting in silence next to each other. Two officers stayed, eyeing them with contempt. The anguish was building up with every minute in Kirishima's gut. He tried to push it down, to build confidence. They were getting closer to their final destination.
The vehicule pull out of the driveway ans the teens looked at each other, sharing their fears in a silent gaze. Kirishima couldn't tell if it was reassuring or more frightening.
He tried to pace his breath. After all, he was strong, he could make it trough anything coming up for him. He was strong. Or so he hoped he could believe.
Eijirou looked through the window as the van entered a secured facility. High walls crowned with barbed wire, another guard and a barrier at the entry secured the facility. The driver had exchanged words and paper work with the man at the entry, the barrier lift up and they entered.
A building stood in the middle of nowhere. A small forest circle the facility but he soon discovered that acres of woods were chopped down all around the building like a crater.
They drove a couple of minutes more and reached the front of an ugly cubic grey building. It seemed to have a yard but surrounded by wired-fences. Two other vans were ahead of them, pulling in through a gate and stopping in the dusty drive-way. The entry was made of more wires and doors, ressembling and metalic beast's mouth. Kirishima noticed a fourth van arriving further behind them.
Teenagers were getting off the vehicle in front of them. The officers in the bus with Kirishima yelled at the teenagers 'Up! Get off the bus! Move! Move!". He and the blond boy jumped up, startled by the officer's agressive orders.
They mingled in the pack of other kids in overalls. Uniforms screamed at them, pushing them in rows. The men from the facility had different uniforms, dark gray and no cap. The guards from the busses, wearing deep green, left and the teenagers were in their coworkers's hands.
The new officers were yelling at them to get in rows, stuggling to be understand in all the commotion. Kirishima felt like the were sheeps rounded up by wolves.
A tall skinny boy with black hair stumbled forward in panic. As he recovered balance one of the man slapped him hard in the back of the head. He managed to get in a row without falling down or gulping in pain. He was startled and scared. Kirishima clenched his fists and jaw, angry a the officer's cruelty.
No one talked, expecting in silence. Everyone noted the incoming vehicule and focused their attention on the last van that finished pulling up in the yard, the doors opening and two deep green officers jumping off. They barked orders. It seemed they didnt have the facility to talk.
Kirishima could have never imagine what he saw. An ash-blond teenager came off the bus in a heavy step. He had shackles around his ankles and wrists, linked between them with a heavy chain. More incredible, he had a huge métal muzzle covering the bottom half of his face.
Despite his restraints, the boy was moving in a flippant, elegant and arrogant way. He looked like a panther in his jungle. His fiery eyes showed no fear but determination and confidence. He gazed on his inmate comrades. An aura of power haloed around him. If the teens were cattle and the guards were sheepdogs, he was the wolf.
One of his guard pushed him in the back, yelling the same orders, causing the teen to take a heavy step forward. The detainee gave the man a glare full of menace to wich the uniform couldn't stop a gulp. The man screamed lourder un return, trying to regain composure. "Get in line! Move!"
Who the hell is this guy? Kirishima thought. He was scary, definitely. Is his quirk so dangerous ? Still, Eijirou hesitated between caution and admiration.
With a natural, impudent, manner Katsuki Bakugou joined the basket of bad eggs