Doing Time
By: Angel
Rated: R for now
Disclaimer: Nope still don't any of them.
Notes~ Okay first off I want to say I am please that people are reading this thing. Shouts out to Gypsy-chan and Sage, thank you both for your kind words!
Sage-chan I have moved the rating up, but before I did so I did mention that it was going to be a NC-17 fic! So I was going to get there, it was only a matter of time. ^_*
Seychella I am sorry that you don't seem to be enjoying this fan fiction. Maybe I should have put a better warning label on this one?
^^^^^
Makimachi Misao was scared beyond belief, and something told her that this wasn't going to get any better. The guard that was pulling her along only heightened her fear; he had reacted in the same manner as the guard of the night before. It was all most as if they hadn't seen a young girl before? There was something a little ~funny~ with how this guard acted around her.
Noticing that she was getting a lot stares Misao inverse of her nature she became shy and timid. Closing the short distances between herself and the guard she quickly pinched onto his shirtsleeve. Hoping that no one would approach her while in the presences of the guard.
Suddenly she noticed that they came to a boxed in room where an elderly woman sat with some kind of clipboard. The guard pushed her toward but not to far where he was out of reach. Misao suddenly start to feel very scared and alone, not knowing what the guard wanted or if she was suppose to do something?
Her answer came quick enough,
"Well? What's you number?"
Turning back to face the guard Misao was drawing a blank on what kind of information the guard wanted. Skimming her mind backwards she remember some of the things the other guard had told her last night.
~"You better forget what ever your name was from this point on, cause now you will be referred as your prison number."
"Number?"
"Yes number, yours happens to be simple 112680, understand?"~
Misao never answered, cause she never really wanting to part with her name. Not understanding why numbers had to be issued? Suddenly a quick stab in the back reminded her that she had been asked a question. Which quickly reminded her of something else the other guard had said.
~"When another guard asks you something, your best bet is to answer right away. 'Things' around there happen to get out of hand rather quickly."~
Snapping back into time Misao open her mouth and ripped off her number. Noticing the look she got from the older woman. A moment passed and then a towel, bar of soap, and pair of flip-flops were thrusted into her arms. Looking down at the items as if they were something she had never seen before she blinked at the woman and asked,
"What's going on?"
She could see the surprise in the older woman's' eyes but the woman answered,
"Your new? 'smiling a sad smile' It's shower time young one, you will be given these things every morning before bathing."
Misao felt this sinking within her heart as she glanced back down at her bathing items and then glanced back at the woman who in returned smiled again. Shakily Misao softly asked,
"These are all we get? 'watching as the woman shook her head in a yes fashion she asked one more thing' May I have one more towel, so I can dry my hair with it?"
A sad smile crossed the older woman's' face as shook out a no only to be stop in short.
"Yumi give her one more towel, and make sure a good brush is sent to her cell."
Misao spun around to face the guard quickly remembering that he was there. She raised her questioning eyes to his and searched his golden eyes for answer. Something told her deep down that what he was doing was wrong, simply by the way the older woman had stop in telling her no.
Quietly the older woman asked,
"Would there be any thing else that ~you~ would want the girl to have Battousai?"
Misao was sure of one thing, she did not like how the old woman said that! The tone she had used added an all most a double meaning behind it. Bringing her eyes back to met the guards' she was stunned to find a pair of violet eyes watching her.
Mental checking herself Misao wondered if just ~maybe~ she had imagine the differences in the eye color?
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Shinomori Aoshi had a big headache from being on the phone since daybreak. Trying to figure out a way to bring Misao home to him. Odd how he wasn't even aware of his feelings for the girl until she was took away from him. Blinking he tried to stay awake thumbing through countless lawyers and other meaning less people to find a loophole.
For Christ sake she had been arrested and convicted without him being in the country, him her legal guardian. There must be a way to get Misao out of prison with that information. But he was coming up short, suddenly something smacked down on his files and a booming voice that followed,
"Look what I found."
Skimming the paper Aoshi found nothing of use, muttering that the boy was wasting his time.
"Shut up and look at the classified ads. Third row, second to the bottom."
Quick overview of the ad told Aoshi nothing.
"Damn Misao said you were smart. It's an ad for a prison guard."
A hiss,
"I see that Sagara, but what dose it have to do with Misao?"
Grunting,
"Everything, see I have already checked it out, it's the same prison Misao is at. And memory severs me right Misao told me once that this type of job is right down your ally?"
A least pause, then a smile
"You know Sagara, maybe I was wrong about you! Maybe you are not just a complete dumb ass."
With that Aoshi picked up the phone one more time, hopefully with the answers to his problems.
((((((((())))))))))
So???? How was it???
By: Angel
Rated: R for now
Disclaimer: Nope still don't any of them.
Notes~ Okay first off I want to say I am please that people are reading this thing. Shouts out to Gypsy-chan and Sage, thank you both for your kind words!
Sage-chan I have moved the rating up, but before I did so I did mention that it was going to be a NC-17 fic! So I was going to get there, it was only a matter of time. ^_*
Seychella I am sorry that you don't seem to be enjoying this fan fiction. Maybe I should have put a better warning label on this one?
^^^^^
Makimachi Misao was scared beyond belief, and something told her that this wasn't going to get any better. The guard that was pulling her along only heightened her fear; he had reacted in the same manner as the guard of the night before. It was all most as if they hadn't seen a young girl before? There was something a little ~funny~ with how this guard acted around her.
Noticing that she was getting a lot stares Misao inverse of her nature she became shy and timid. Closing the short distances between herself and the guard she quickly pinched onto his shirtsleeve. Hoping that no one would approach her while in the presences of the guard.
Suddenly she noticed that they came to a boxed in room where an elderly woman sat with some kind of clipboard. The guard pushed her toward but not to far where he was out of reach. Misao suddenly start to feel very scared and alone, not knowing what the guard wanted or if she was suppose to do something?
Her answer came quick enough,
"Well? What's you number?"
Turning back to face the guard Misao was drawing a blank on what kind of information the guard wanted. Skimming her mind backwards she remember some of the things the other guard had told her last night.
~"You better forget what ever your name was from this point on, cause now you will be referred as your prison number."
"Number?"
"Yes number, yours happens to be simple 112680, understand?"~
Misao never answered, cause she never really wanting to part with her name. Not understanding why numbers had to be issued? Suddenly a quick stab in the back reminded her that she had been asked a question. Which quickly reminded her of something else the other guard had said.
~"When another guard asks you something, your best bet is to answer right away. 'Things' around there happen to get out of hand rather quickly."~
Snapping back into time Misao open her mouth and ripped off her number. Noticing the look she got from the older woman. A moment passed and then a towel, bar of soap, and pair of flip-flops were thrusted into her arms. Looking down at the items as if they were something she had never seen before she blinked at the woman and asked,
"What's going on?"
She could see the surprise in the older woman's' eyes but the woman answered,
"Your new? 'smiling a sad smile' It's shower time young one, you will be given these things every morning before bathing."
Misao felt this sinking within her heart as she glanced back down at her bathing items and then glanced back at the woman who in returned smiled again. Shakily Misao softly asked,
"These are all we get? 'watching as the woman shook her head in a yes fashion she asked one more thing' May I have one more towel, so I can dry my hair with it?"
A sad smile crossed the older woman's' face as shook out a no only to be stop in short.
"Yumi give her one more towel, and make sure a good brush is sent to her cell."
Misao spun around to face the guard quickly remembering that he was there. She raised her questioning eyes to his and searched his golden eyes for answer. Something told her deep down that what he was doing was wrong, simply by the way the older woman had stop in telling her no.
Quietly the older woman asked,
"Would there be any thing else that ~you~ would want the girl to have Battousai?"
Misao was sure of one thing, she did not like how the old woman said that! The tone she had used added an all most a double meaning behind it. Bringing her eyes back to met the guards' she was stunned to find a pair of violet eyes watching her.
Mental checking herself Misao wondered if just ~maybe~ she had imagine the differences in the eye color?
(((((((((())))))))))
Shinomori Aoshi had a big headache from being on the phone since daybreak. Trying to figure out a way to bring Misao home to him. Odd how he wasn't even aware of his feelings for the girl until she was took away from him. Blinking he tried to stay awake thumbing through countless lawyers and other meaning less people to find a loophole.
For Christ sake she had been arrested and convicted without him being in the country, him her legal guardian. There must be a way to get Misao out of prison with that information. But he was coming up short, suddenly something smacked down on his files and a booming voice that followed,
"Look what I found."
Skimming the paper Aoshi found nothing of use, muttering that the boy was wasting his time.
"Shut up and look at the classified ads. Third row, second to the bottom."
Quick overview of the ad told Aoshi nothing.
"Damn Misao said you were smart. It's an ad for a prison guard."
A hiss,
"I see that Sagara, but what dose it have to do with Misao?"
Grunting,
"Everything, see I have already checked it out, it's the same prison Misao is at. And memory severs me right Misao told me once that this type of job is right down your ally?"
A least pause, then a smile
"You know Sagara, maybe I was wrong about you! Maybe you are not just a complete dumb ass."
With that Aoshi picked up the phone one more time, hopefully with the answers to his problems.
((((((((())))))))))
So???? How was it???