A Sense of Self
by Evilkeen
A Cage To Keep Him In
A black-haired sixteen-year-old sat waiting for the transfer truck, the orange coloured prison garb hung ill-fitting on his young form as he sat running his tongue nervously over his lips.
"Oh Ranma, why in hell didn't you move?" he questioned morosely.The prisoner transport bus arrived and he waddled in his leg irons aboard, choosing a spot well away from any others. His head felt exposed and his back was too light, he sorely missed his bandanna, backpack and umbrel-.
He shuddered. No, no he definitely did NOT miss his umbrella.
Unwittingly his mind flashed to an image form his point of view, being dragged into the police car, seeing both an ambulance speeding away and his umbrella, broken and forlornly lying in that ominous scarlet pool of...
He shuddered again and looked out the window, tuning out the world, until he was rudely thwapped on the head with a black night-stick. He turned around,
"Hey! Are you fucking retarded? you piece of shit. I asked you what's your NAME asswipe!"The prisoner could feel everything, the smarting lump on his head from the club, the rumble of the poorly tuned bus engine, the smell of sour tobacco and onions on the angry guard's breath.
"Ummm, Ryoga Hibiki" he muttered, cowed.