Blazepanzer here, and I've...kinda had an identity crisis when it comes to my fan-fictions...
Basically I feel like my fan-fictions are too damn short! So...I'm rewriting all of them...and I mean every...last...one! So...yeah...but this isn't one of them. This is...kinda my test bench to see how well my writing is when it comes to writing longer fan-fictions. Basically feedback is beyond welcome, as long as it's more or less constructive.
(For the record, there's nothing wrong with shorter fanfiction, I just feel like I personally need to write more per chapter.)
To be fair, this story is a concept I kinda developed while playing Ace Combat 7, more specifically the whole concept of the 444th squadron. It's not a cross-over, but simply borrows the idea of the 444th squadron, and adapts it to Girl's und Panzer's Sensado program and the Ministry of culture's desire to strength the Sensado teams. And since the characters are in jail for all intents and purposes, some of them are going to be a bit different compared to their cannon counterparts.
And that's it! Enjoy! Blazepanzer does not own Girls und Panzer.
Her body trembling as she shivered in the cold, she shielded her eyes from the sting of winter's shill. Her dark green eyes hung low as she begin to despair from the loss of her friends, her family, her school, everything.
Why? She asked herself as she buried her head into her arms. All I did was try and warn them about our need to go over safety protocols. And what do I get? Arrested. Granted, I did manage to escape...but…
Her eyes flickered up as she saw a flashlight aimed her way. She didn't care who it belonged to. If it was an officer, she'd gladly turn herself in at this point. Much better to live in some dingy old jail cell than freeze to death.
And what if it isn't a police officer? Her conscience informed her.
The footsteps paused as he approached. Hanoashi didn't dare look at him. Maybe he won't recognize me...then again, they are not a lot of Irish girls here in Japan.
"Tell me plainly, did you punch Instructor Chono." the man asked.
She could tell that he was in his golden years, perhaps seventies or even eighties. Glancing up, she could see the gray hairs on his face, his bushy gray beard outlined with flecks of snow.
"No...but what does it mater," she remarked stubbornly. "I ran, so…"
"Young Hanoashi, I want to help you." he begin.
Help me? She wondered briefly. "May I ask how?"
"I've prepared a special room just for you to stay in until your trial, and I've arranged for the academy officials not to arrest you until you can get your day in court. And I think I can prove your innocence."
"But I resisted arrest," Hanoashi blurted out.
"Be that as it may, I believe we can work something out. The old man then turned to walk away. "It's your choice Hanoashi," he glanced back as he begin to walk toward his car.
It's a risk, but I'll take it. I'd turn myself in come morning anyways, she determined as she rose up. "Wait...I...I will come with you."
"Good choice, young one," he smiled gently.
Sitting herself in the passenger seat, she let out a sigh of relief as the hot air fit her frizzing body. "So...what are the terms?" she asked.
"Basically, like I told you," he remarked as he started the engine. "I have a special room set up just for you. As long as you don't run again, you'll be welcome to stay there."
How do I know you're not going to tie me to a bed and have your way with me? She wondered. But then again, it would be better than freezing to death, especially since I only packed a spare tee-shirt and skirt in my school bag.
"Alright, I won't run," she promised, before she begin to look outside. "I don't think I'll be able to look as snow this way again," she whispered, almost half to herself.
"If I may ask, how in the world did you end up all the way in Hokiddo?" the guy asked.
"It was a very long process of eating garbage and avoiding long patrols. In all honesty, it's not too hard if you know where to hide."
"Do you think you could show our police staff where these places are?" he asked.
"Sure."
"That was quick," he sighed.
"Headmaster, I've made a lot of trouble by running like I did. And I'm done with the running, I want to make things right." Hanoashi sighed as the turned to look at him. "It doesn't matter to me if I am sent to prison at this point, I'm just…" she paused, not sure what the proper word was.
"Exhausted?" he asked, glancing at her in sympathy.
"Beyond exhausted," she gustily sighed, before turning back to looking out the window. A Moment later she saw the massive carrier in sight. I was so close to the academy and didn't know it? She pondered briefly.
The car came to a check point, one being near the port of entry. As he rolled down his window, she recognized the officer who had arrested her.
"At least she's safe," the officer sighed.
"I...I'm so sorry for running like that," Hanoashi croaked out.
"It was quite foolish, not to mention illegal. But, you are young and we've all made mistakes," the officer noted, before turning the inspection light off. "They're clear," he shouted.
Her heart sank as she and the headmaster drove into the vehicle shoot, which would bring them to one of the disembarkment tunnels. They weren't really tunnels in the traditional since, just an area of the ship where cars where loaded and unloaded.
"So...how is the Sensado team?" she dared to asked.
"Defunded, and either dead or in jail," he huffed.
"What happened?" she asked, staring at him as if to plead it wasn't true.
"That Idiot Miho decided it would be a good idea for the Hetzer to drive under neath a Maus Tank, for the sole purpose of allowing the Type 89 to climb on top of the Maus. When the 89 did so, it caused the roof of the Hetzer to collapsed, killing the student console."
"No," Hanoashi whispered.
"It gets worse," he growled. "The crew of the Maus knew something was wrong, and do you know what they got for opening the hatch?"
"What?" Hanoashi whispered again, almost inaudible.
"A shot in the face. Everyone in the Maus died."
"Please tell me that you are joking!" Hanoashi hissed desperately.
"I don't joke like that," he reassured her.
"But…" Hanoashi paused, not too sure how to respond.
"Long story short, we have no Sensado team, and the members are serving time in jail, so to speak."
"I'll probably be serving time in jail too," Hanoashi whispered.
"Maybe...maybe not," the headmaster remarked.
"It's better than freezing."
The drive to the central command didn't take very long, and she quietly entered the room. "It's not much, but it'll keep you comfortable until you're court date is arranged."
"Thank you so much Headmaster," she smiled.
"It's nothing," he bowed, before exiting.
A thousand different thoughts suddenly ran through her mind. What If I do go to Jail? How is my father doing? What about Rikona? Why would Miho…
Shaking her head, she let out a gusty sigh as she decided to head straight to bed. I need to sleep…
Waking up around nine in the morning, she let out a gusty sigh as her belly rumbled. I haven't received a good meal in about five months, she mused. But I do have to admit that I feel better, she admitted. She suddenly heard a knock on her door.
"Sorry if I woke you up," the headmaster announced as he opened the door. "Did you sleep well?" he asked softly.
Hanoashi nodded. "Very well, thank you," she admitted.
"Well, I've received orders on what is to happened to you." he began as he looked down. "I...I'm sorry."
"Am I going to jail after all?" Hanoashi whispered, her heart sinking.
"You're being sent to Bad company." he sighed.
"Bad company?" Hanoashi gasped.
He nodded. "It's a Sensado program for students who broke the law or receive expulsions. Three years service in exchange for freedom and a clean record."
"I said I wouldn't run." Hanoashi remarked determinedly. "And I wont."
"They want you to head over right away." He sighed, before exiting, and an officer entered.
"Go ahead and cuff me, I won't resist this time," she promised to the officer.
"Stretch your hand out, then," he barked.
Flinching, but obeying, she allowed herself to be handcuffed. She was surprised when he grasped her arm, but didn't resist.
"You'll be joining the 444th Bad-Company Sensado squadron, located at Blue Division High School." He told her, as she was stuffed in the back of the police car.
"444 th Bad-C Sensado squadron? Hanoashi asked, tipping her head."
"Yep, but the number is arbrataroy though." The officer informed her.
"I see," Hanoashi mumbled, before gazing at her hands in the cuffs. "Out of curiosity, why handcuff me in the front?" she asked.
"I decided to take your word that you wouldn't run this time," the officer noted.
Sighing, Hanoashi just stared at her wrist as if the metal clasps were the most interesting thing in the world at the moment.
Once arriving at the building, he helped her out of the car. "I'm going to need to recuff you, hands behind back is standard procedure, from now on" he announced.
"Fair enough," Hanoashi mused as he cuffed her before bringing her hands behind her back. Can't believe I'm allowing him to do this, she sighed inwardly.
"You'll be alright young one," the officer reassured her, before gently guiding her into the awaiting aircraft.
After what felt like hours, she felt the plane touch down.
"You're not struggling much," the officer murmured.
Hanoashi shrugged. "After nearly freezing to death, I'm not in any mood to struggle."
"From what I've heard, you'll be handcuffed like that to and from the Sensado sheds, so you might aught to get used to it."
And I have to do this for three years! Her heart once again sank. So! It's what you deserve for running like that you idiot! She quickly chided herself as the door opened.
Trudging along, she flinched as the cold air buffed her. "Better get used to that as well, Blue division's uniform is quite...airy."
"Duly noted," Hanoashi gritted as an icy wind prickled her skin.
"Anyways, this is where your new guards will take over," he muttered as she was passed off to a girl with brown hair.
"Your name please?" she asked.
"Hanoashi Katoni," Hanoashi sighed.
"Long way from Nishmari, I see," the guard mused, leading her into a dressing room. "pick out a set of underwear and a uniform which fits you,' she remarked. "From one the lockers with two strikes, of course," she added hastily.
Hanoashi sighed as she undressed and grabbed one of the uniforms which fit her, placing it on along with a set of white panties. That officer was right, this uniform is defiantly Airy.
"Very good," the guard mused. For the record, no socks or shoes are allowed in the building, at least for two and three strikes. Your cell mate will explain the rest."
Nodding, Hanoashi allowed the guard to escort her to her cell, which was quite open, and contained a toilet, a fountain, a bed with enough room for two, and a bookshelf filled with books. Her wrist released from the cuffs, she walked into the cell, flinching as the cell door closed behind her.
Closing her eyes, she let herself breath for a few moments, before sitting down on the bed. "So, this is my life now?" she whispered at the empty, dark cells around her, frowning.
After a few moments of just staring out of her cell, she decided to do something productive. Rising up, she pushed her growling stomach out of her mind, and made her way over to the bookcase and took a book called Motto Love Love Saksusan Desu, complete edition.
As she read the book, she begin to feel conflicted. On one hand, she was really enjoying the book, on the other hand, she was feeling heavy at one she was missing out on.
That should be me, she sobbed inwardly as she watched a group of crewmates caring for her sick commander. Instead, I've spent the past five months in the wet and cold, starving. And now...I have three years of essentially jail to look forward to.
"Here," one of the guards called.
Glancing up, Hanoashi approached, surprised to see a gonola bar and a bottle of water sliding into her cell.
"For me?" she asked.
"Only because you won't get food until morning," the guard sighed. "Warden gave me permission, but eat fast, then toss the trash out the cell and lean against the wall until I collect it."
"Thank you," Hanoashi whispered as she quickly ate the gonola bar and downed the bottle of water, before tossing the trash out and leaning against the wall. "I'm done ma'am," she called out quietly.
"Very obedient. Not too sure if I should be relieved or worried," the guard whispered.
"Why worried?" Hanoashi asked.
"Obedience to the guards is good, obedience to the other prisoners is...normally bad," the guard muttered.
Sighing, Hanoashi sat down on her bed allowed herself to feel slightly content at her belly feeling full. But it didn't last too long before the pangs of hunger begin to flush..
Struggling not to complain about not getting a meal, she went back to reading, but before she got far she noticed another girl with a guard standing next to her cell.
"In you go, prisoner," the guard laughed, bushing the girl in rather roughly, before laughing as she turned and walked out of the room.
"You alright?" Hanoashi asked as the brown haired girl sighed, her amber eyes glowing softly in the dim lighting.
"So, you're the new girl, huh?" said girl remarked, clearly unimpressed.
"Um...I guess so?" Hanoashi admitted nervously.
"Had you turned yourself in, you'd be released by now," said girl grumbled. "Not that you should have been arrested like that."
"I did run though," Hanoashi sighed.
"And that's as bad as being in the tank of the idiots who shot into the opened hatched of another tank?" The brown haired girl asked.
"So...you went to Ooarai as well?" Hanoashi gasped.
"Name's Takeio Kondou, Former radio operator of the type 89…" she trailed off sadly.
"Hanoashi Katoni,...It's nice to meet you Takio." Hanoashi nodded as the girl sat down next to her.
"Likewise...if only for some company," Takio sighed.
Hanoashi simply stayed quiet for a bit, not too sure if Takio didn't like her or was just being intervened at the moment.
"So...what's your story?" Takio suddenly asked.
"Story?" Hanoashi asked, tipping her head.
Takio nodded. "You ran, remember? You must have some interesting tales, right?"
Hanoashi shook her head. "Not really," she sighed.
"That implies you do have some, though," Takio remarked.
"Mostly I just avoided the streets, and ate discarded food and wild edibles. Surprised I never got sick, really. Especially since I was in just a short sleeved polo and a skirt." Hanoashi shuddered at how cold she had been.
"That must have been cold," Takio sympathized. "Mind telling me how you got caught?"
Hanoashi sighed. "Ooarai's headmaster found me one night, said he had a special room for me to stay until my court date. Next morning I'm being told I will be sent here." Pausing, she clutched the edges of her skirt in anger. "I'm halfway wondering if he was just saying that to make me turn myself in."
"I doubt it, after all he had fought tooth and nail to keep all of us out of prison, but alas all of us where sent to this program, even Miho."
"Miho's here?" Hanoashi gasped.
"Yeah...but I wouldn't associate with her much, not that we'll have a choice since she's our driver," Takio hissed.
"Miho...a driver?" Hanoashi gasped. But she's terrible at driving! Isn't she?
"She's passable, I guess. For a murderer and a scam artist anyhow."
"Scam artist?" Hanoashi gasped again, utterly surprised at the venom being splat out about her old friend.
"Well, more Ami on that one, but Miho is no expert. And the Nishisumi, they're only strong because they have those big ass heavy tanks. Put them in a lot of Shermans and I guarantee you they'll lose every time." Takio scoffed.
Hanoashi stayed quiet. Did my old friend really screw up things so bad? She wondered. Worse thing is that I can't even defend her, since I…
"You did try to warn us though," Takio interrupted her thoughts. "If only we'd have listened," she added with a groan.
"I can't blame you...given you didn't have proper instruction by the sounds of it." Hanoashi tried to soothe.
"Proper instruction, ha!" Takio laughed sarcastically. "Do you know what Ami told us after you left?"
"No…" Hanoashi mummered.
"Well get this," Takio grolwed. "She told us to just send her a text if there's something we didn't understand!"
"Please tell me you are joking!" Hanoashi begged as her attention snapped to Takio's gaze, her eyes wide in shock and disbelief.
"I wish I was," Takio sighed. "But no, that's how it happened."
"But...that's...she's...what the hell?" Hanoashi stammered.
"Anyways...I'm guessing they believe you didn't strike the instructor." Takio digressed.
"How to you figure that?" Hanoashi asked, a bit surprised Takio was thinking along those lines.
"Well, you'd be a three strike instead of a two strike," Takio shrugged.
"By the way...what's up with these strikes?" Hanoashi asked. "The way you put it, they are an indicator of the seriousness of the crime we committed?"
"Yeah, but they also dictate how harsh our punishment is." Takio explained. "For example, Miho ordered our tanks into a death trap. She may not have meant to get the student council killed, but she did. Hence her three strike rank."
"I'm guessing her punishment is much harsher than ours?" Hanoashi wondered.
Takio nodded. "Essentially isolation, and no clothes except during school and matches." she explained. "Which is why you need to consider yourself extremely lucky that they didn't charge you with assaulting the instructor, as assault is a surefire way to get a three strike."
"I was wondering if I was in this position just for running or for both the alleged assault and running." Hanoashi sighed.
"Well, it's pretty obvious that you were not guilty of the assault, once people looked into the facts. Given Ami was a member of the JSDF though, they might have taken their sweet time in looking into that however."
"I'm guessing during that time I'd be sitting in jail, then," Hanoashi huffed.
"Well...that or your parents might have bailed you out," Takio encouraged.
Hanoashi placed her finger to her chin for a moment in thought. "Yu might have if she was alive...Drake on the other hand...probably not."
"I'm guessing Yu was your mother?" Takio asked quietly.
Hanoashi nodded sadly. "Yes...died when I was six." her voice cracked in grief.
"I...I'm sorry," Takio whispered.
Hanoashi at first didn't noticed Takio hand slide over hers in comfort, but she smiled gently after she did. "Thanks, Takio."
"I hope you don't...you know...mind." Takio stammered after she realized what she had done.
Hanoashi shook her head. "No, it's alright, don't worry about it."
"That being said...your hand is quite rough," Takio noted.
"Well...when you've been on the run for about five months, your hygiene tends to suffer a lot," Hanoashi sighed.
"Your hair seems to be okay though," Takio pressed.
"Believe it or not, it's a tiny bit easier to maintain your hair on the run," she admitted. "You'd be surprised at how much hair products are thrown away. Hand soap and lotion on the other hand...yeah, those are a bit harder to find."
"That's good to know...I guess," Takio sighed.
"By the way...when do we get to contact our parents? Or do we even get that opportunity?" Hanoashi asked.
"Well, we get to talk to our parents on the thirteenth of every month," Takio mused. "Sadly it's the fifteenth, so you've got about another month before you can speak to your father."
"That's even if he wants to speak to me again." Hanoashi sighed. And I have to wait an entire month before I can even apologize!
"I know how that feels," Takio whispered quietly.
"You mean that…" Hanoashi begin, clearly now having the heart to finish her question.
Takio nodded. "After I got arrested...my parents disowned me. I...I haven't heard from my family in about three months now."
"I'm sorry," Hanoashi whispered.
"I hope...I hope that your father doesn't disown you...it...it hurts like hell." Takio paused. "I hope you don't mind me asking...but are you an only child?"
Hanoashi nodded. "Yes...why?"
Takio shrugged gently. "Then you probably don't have to worry too much about being disowned. I mean, it's harder to disown an only child."
"I don't know," Hanoashi shrugged, her green eyes troubled. "Us Katoni are taught two things above all else, that being to have a very hard work ethic and to take responsibility for our mistakes. And since I ran…"
"You fled from the responsibilities of your mistakes?" Takio guessed.
Hanoashi nodded. "Yeah."
"Hopefully, he'll understand," Takio smiled softly, yet reassuringly.
"Hopefully."
The two stood there silently, not too sure of how to go on, before Hanoashi let out a small burst of laughter.
"What's so funny?" Takio asked quizzically.
"Sorry, it's just...I never expected to be in jail is all," Hanoashi admitted.
"Huh? You think this is funny?" Takio gaped.
"Not exactly, no," Hanoashi sighed. "But before I came to Ooarai, I thought my future was pretty much laid out for me, I had lead the Nishmari middle school co-ed Sensado team to a summer championship win. I thought I'd just peaceful finish my high school years at Ooarai, maybe go into daycare work or perhaps even collage and get a degree in teaching. And now...here I am, sitting in a jail cell."
"I guess I can see how that is funny. To be honest, I was hoping to make it onto a professional volleyball team, but I failed to gain a scholarship to an academy with a good volleyball team, so I had to go to Ooarai."
"My aunt promised to pay for my education if I didn't get a scholarship, in accordance to my grades and work ethic, but I ended to getting a scholarship to attend Ooarai, so that was that."
"Your aunt must be pretty rich then," Takio smiled.
Hanoashi shrugged. "A Matsumino, although…"
Takio gasped loudly, interrupting her. "A Matsumino! Aren't they...like...extremely rich? You could...like...get a top lawyer and get out of here if you're related to them, right?"
Hanoashi shook her head. "No, father wouldn't let her, and most likely she would face too much opposition from the others in her family. Besides, only Shelia and her daughter, Rikona, really care about me, given the family disowned Yu when she married my father."
"Oh...I...didn't know," Takio sighed apologetically.
"It's fine, really." Hanoashi them smiled gently. "Shelia always took good care of me and my parents, even after my mother passed, and Rikona and I are very close...or at least we where before I...you know...ran.
"Alright prisoners, lights out," one of the guards callout out, please return to your beds.
"What side do you prefer?" Takio asked gently.
"Side?" Hanoashi asked.
Side of the bed," Takio smiled.
"Oh...I guess the wall side...if that's alright with you," Hanoashi admitted.
Takio nodded. "It's fine with me."
Takio blinked open her eyes as she awoke, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. Turning around gently, she noticed her new cell mate was still sleeping.
She must have had it hard these couple of months, she sympathized. At least she realized what she had done and turned herself in...sort of.
She got a good look at her cell mate, and found herself slightly drawn in to Hanoashi's somewhat unconventional looks. Her lightly reddish skin tone, her ginger hair, and her slight freckles.
Takio had hung out with Saori before, thus meaning that Hanoashi wasn't the first ginger Takio had experience with. However, it was the first time she had seen someone who was Irish in DNA.
It's odd, in a way, Takio mused. How Hanoashi acts so Japanese and speaks our language so well, but appears so Irish. Then again, she is related to the Matsumino...or so she claims. And Katoni is a Japanese name, so perhaps her family migrated to Japan as a group and didn't intermingle too much with our native population.
Rising up, Takio decided to step away from the bed, just in case young Hanoashi freaked out when she realized she was in a jail cell. Her eyes began to sting slightly as the light level increased.
Honestly, I'm glad Hanoashi's my cell mate, at least from what I've seen of her personality so far. My last cell mate was a freak, always going on and on about a Fuentes Flower, whatever that was, Takio mused. Then again, I've barely know her for a few hours, so I might start to rethink that.
As the light level increased once again, Hanoashi jumped up, raising her hands up in the air really quickly. "I surrender!" she cried out.
"You're already in jail young miss, there's nothing to surrender about," one of the guards yawned.
I kinda figured she'd freak out when she woke up on the first day, Takio mused. After all, there's nothing quite like waking up in a jail cell the first time.
Hanoashi stood there for a few moments, her green eyes wide in shock before she sat down, clutching the edges of her green skirt. "I'm such an idiot," she whispered, a deep sorrow in her voice.
"Don't worry about it too much," Takio encouraged her, sitting by her cellmate. "We've all done something to be here and waking up in jail is the hardest on the first day."
"I guess," Hanoashi moaned softly. "Still, it looks like it's my lot to live in jail for a time."
"You can't be serious," Takio gasped.
"Do you really think they'd take my word over Ami's?" Hanoashi shrugged. "Either way, it doesn't matter, I've got got to grit up and deal with it."
Takio didn't respond as the guard came up to them. "Alright you two, time for class, please stand next to each other after exiting the cells."
Takio obeyed, winching as the guard took her right hand and Hanoashi's left, and slipped them into a large armband.
"Not to complain, but what's going on?" Hanoashi whispered, but didn't resist.
"It's a lecture day, so they like to wire cellmate's hands together," Takio explained as the guard proceed to hold their arms straight ahead, sleeping a ziptie across the two girls arms, before tightening the tie in the middle of the armband.
"Makes you think twice about running, encourages cooperation with your cellmates, and makes it as hard as hell to run even if you coordinate." the guard laughed softly.
"I'm...I'm not going to run," Hanoashi whispered.
"You did once, remember?" the guard glared at her. "And even if we could trust you, it won't make any difference, as this is the rule, at least for you two strikes," she laughed.
As a response, Hanoashi simply stared at her arm, now bound to Takio's.
Kinda feel sorry for her, Takio thought. I'm guessing this is the first time she's been bound to another person.
"Anyways, I'll guide you two to the class room," the guard laughed at their discomfort, grabbing both girls by the arm and slightly pushing them into a long hallway.
"You alright?" Takio asked as they walked.
Hanoashi just sighed as a response.
Again, can't really blame you, Takio thought.
"My crime, my punishment," Hanoashi whispered after a bit.
"Shouldn't have run. Bitch. Although, if you want, I can make you my bitch." the guard threatened, before jerking their combine arms backward.
"Go on ahead, run miss Katoni. You can get on the action too, miss Kondou." the guard laughed.
Takio glanced at Hanoashi, curious at what her cell mate would do. I know she promised she wouldn't run...but now that she's got a taste of prison life...I don't know.
"Please, enough horseplay, take us to the classroom," Hanoashi growled, her green eyes piercing though the guard.
Funny, that's the glare instructor Nishisumi was giving Ami Fakeass Chonno when she heard about all the junk she did as Ooarai's instructor," Takio mused inwardly. Does she have some relationship with the Nishisumi?
"Very well," the guard shrugged, before leading them into the classroom.
Her green eyes gazed around the classroom, betraying a bit of worry. Will anyone recognize me? Will I be embarrassed if they do? I mean...I am in jail at the moment, so that's got to be embarrassing, right?
And won't they be as equally embarrassed if you recognize them? Her consonance reminded her.
Ignoring her inner guide, she felt her heart sink as she realized that she did know at least two of the people in the room, Maho and Yukki. What's Maho doing here? Hanoashi wondered. I get why Miho's here...but her sister.
A small jerk from Maho sent Yukki following as Maho walked up to her. "Bitch," Maho hissed.
"Excuse me?" Hanoashi gasped, surprised at seeing the normally polite and proper Maho cuss like that.
"Relax kid, I'm just acting the part," Maho smiled gently. "Figured I might as well act like a bit of a badass since I'm in jail now," she added.
"I don't get it, Nishisumi-sempai," Hanoashi tipped her head, even more conflicted on how to act toward her old friend's sister.
"First, it's not Sempai, second, it's not Nishisumi, and Maho is fine." Maho corrected. "Anyways, how'd you end up in here?" she asked.
"Headmaster found me, said he had a special place I could stay until my next court date. Next day I was shipped off here." Hanoashi shrugged. "What about you?"
Maho laughed. "Those idiots actually thought Miho and I planned to kill the student council in the Hetzer as revenge for them forcing Miho to take Sensado again."
"Seriously...I doubt that." Hanoashi muttered.
"Miho maybe...but I don't think you'd do that," Takio nodded.
"Miho didn't. But...again, her actions did lead to the student council getting killed, and in a way me bringing the Maus to the match was...overkill to put it lightly," Maho sighed.
"Alright class, it's time to take our seats," the guard called out, indicating that the students should take a seat.
Shuffling alongside Takio, being careful not to jerk their now tied together hands, she sat at their shared desk, observing the tv screen as the automated lecture begin.
This is much different than I imagined...then again, we are prisoners...it's very unlikely that we'd be given normal classes, she mused to herself. Then again, I am enjoying the lecture, which is odd given this guy is just droning on and on boringly.
However, the classes went on and on and on, she found herself getting progressively restless. Okay, I'm not enjoying this anymore...I mean I've been setting on this damn bench for two hours now!
Finally! Hanoashi shouted inwardly as the lights flickered on an hour later. "Alright, we'll transport you to the lunch room, line up next to the wall with your cellmate.
Obeying, Hanoashi and Takio walked over to the wall together. "Go ahead and put your free hand on the wall," Takio whispered.
Nodding, she obeyed, watching her right hand as she put it on the wall. And now to be handcuffed. Great… she muttered inwardly
The sounds of handcuffs clicking proved her right, and before long she sensed an officer come up behind her. "Right, hold still," the guard ordered.
Obeying, she practically held her breath as the officer undid her tethered hand, before slapping the cuffs on her wrist, with her hands behind her back.
Shortly after that, the guard begin transporting her and Takio side by side. "A few quick rules about lunch, you have fifteen minutes to eat, and no talking." the guard begin. "Also, you're hand will be cuffed to the bench, so no running. Lastly, since you're kinda out of shape, you'll be given an extra sandwich, and some therapy before joining the Sensado team, we clear?"
"Yes Ma'am," Hanoashi whispered.
As she was sat down, she frowned as her left hand was cuffed to the bench. "Might ought to get used to it young lady." The guard chided.
Nodding, she was left alone for a few minutes, before her food was brought to her.
"Mealtime begins," the head guard shouted, her voice ringing through the building.
Taking a bite of her first sandwich, she found the flavor somewhat boring, giving it was just a bit of chicken sandwiched between bread. No flavoring, no batter on the chicken, no condiments. And yet...it was one of the most tasteful meals she had in quite a while.
Next was the soup, which was a seeming simple beef soup. There was a spoon which to eat the soup, which she ate, bearing in mind the time limit. In sort, it had a strong, musky flavor, which was slightly tangy but not unpleasant.
As she finished eating the soup, one of the guards stopped by. "Drink the soup, too. We don't allow prisoners to waste anything," he gently, yet firmly ordered.
Obeying, she complied, drinking, and feeling a bit full. She turned to the last piece of the meal, gazing at it uncertainly.
"It's a cal-cake," The guard muttered. "Don't worry, it's sc-type-4 compliant." he chuckled.
Nodding in understanding, she bit into the cal-cake, finding it's slightly sour, yet dough-like taste unpleasant.
"From now on, eat the Cal-cake before the soup," the guard laughed.
"I'll...keep it in mind sir," she replied respectfully.
"Also, it's a military ration, so consider yourselves lucky," the guard chuckled before walking off.
Staring at her Cal-cake, she wondered why in the world they where giving military rations, before mentally shrugging and finishing up her meal. Only a minute later, she found herself yet again in handcuffs, being dragged into another classroom.
Time for another set of lectures...right?