Chapter 22
A Cold Day In Hell
DivineAngel
8:35 PM
"Ow…Ouch!" He sneered ripping his arm from the doctor whom now sat inside their little armored van while a few cops stood outside with guns. His glare never left the guy as he moved and took another look at Aya's bandaged head before crawling out. Yohji's chest had been taken care of, apparently the bullet he was shot with, was some type of fake bullet. Almost like that of a BB gun, so it wasn't so bad a wound. Yohji's stab wounds weren't deep either, the blood just made everything look intense. Now they all sat still, Yohji and Aya bandaged, him and Omi just with a little gauze and band aids as the doctor crawled out and the cops motioned for them to follow slowly.
He obeyed, crawling out and looking around. They were in a huge fenced in parking lot with several other armored cars, cop cars, and even an armored bus. The surprise on his face was evident as he took in everything around him. He had never seen a place like this before, but then again, the horror that took his features next was nothing in comparisons. His wide terrified brown eyes staring up at the brick prison building surrounded only by fence with huge rolls of barbed wire on the top.
Yohji and Omi slowly came out behind him, pushing him forward as he just kept staring. Prison. They couldn't be GOING TO PRISON!
He started to speak. "Where's MR-"
"SHUT UP!" The cops screamed at him instantly, making Yohji and Omi jump. "NO TALKING! JUST EXIT THE CAR SLOWLY PLEASE!" The cops ordered and Aya came out extra slow before they were forcefully grabbed and guided inside. His eyes staring ahead like he was being led to his death as a few codes were entered to open the fences, and then automatic door. The cops lead them all into a small interrogation room and roughly pushed them into their seats before leaving.
He sat staring at the door like everyone else, slowly licking his lips and looking towards Yohji with the sudden silence. Opening his mouth to speak before Aya shook his head and slowly signaled there shouldn't be any real talking.
"You gonna puke on our…interrogation table Omi?" Yohji grunt finally breaking the silence with his raspy voice and pained smile.
"No." Omi muttered, but the boy was staring at it like he would.
"You know what…this reminds me of the time…" Yohji chuckled his voice fading in and out a bit. "Of the time we were all arrested." The blonde gave Aya a smile when the red head stricken a little with the thought, and there were beads of sweat just rolling down his face. "We were just…doing our thing and these cops…burst out of nowhere and hauled our asses down to the slam." Yohji nodded, taking a small breather before continuing, and he looked away as his eyes welled with tears. He was so confused, and so worried and really he was scared too. "But in the end, everything worked out alright…You guys remember that time?" Yohji grinned, glancing at Aya and trying to get the red head to perk up a bit.
"Ah-UGH." Omi suddenly threw up on the table and they all frowned.
"Geez Omi." Aya growled shifting away from the boy slightly as he dry heaved again and just sat there unable to wipe his mouth.
"I remember the time…Omi threw up." He cracked a teary smile.
"Yeah…Which time was that?" Yohji countered, chuckling slightly, and Aya smiled before jumping as the door was slowly opened and they all looked at the tall man whom stood there with a file glaring at them.
"You wouldn't be Mr. Smith now would you?" He asked through a bitter grin, but he only received one back as the guy slowly walked in.
"No. My name is Mr. O'Dell and I have some serious things I need to discuss with you boys." Mr. O'Dell retort slamming the folder onto the table away from the puke which he ignored. "I sure you haven't been told much, we keep our street cops, and crash squads well trained, but ill informed. Being that we just carried out a major bust we caught you all red handed so to speak. Your trial, unnecessary in my mind but entitled to you just the same, is practically irrelevant. Your all looking at life. There's no way around it." Mr. O'Dell said, shrugging slightly, before leaving a small pause as Omi just shift in his chair and looked straight down to the table. All of them, except Mr. O'Dell, knew this meant Omi was crying. "There were approximately thirty corpses in that room boys. All of them impaled with bullets from your guns. Your prints are all over those weapons." Mr. O'Dell stated matter o' factly. "And while I am more than confused as to…what to make of the van parked inside the airport hanger-we haven't been able to trace it-and the only prints inside it are yours and that of an unmatched individual." Mr. O'Dell said and he closed his eyes with the dread that Omi's fingerprints would be all over the keys and steering wheel. If the boy had just sat still in the back, they never would have had any prints there because none of them were allowed to drive the van.
Mr. O'Dell leaned into the table with his elbows and linked his fingers up by his chin. "Now. Do any of you happen to know who this…unidentified individual is?" They were all silent. "Do any of you want to tell us? Just what made you boys think you could murder off some thirty innocent people?"
"Self defense." Aya spoke up. "They attacked us first."
"They attacked you?" Mr. O'Dell retort again with a skeptical eyebrow raise. "Now I find that highly unlikely son. Just why would thirty innocent People, attack you?"
"They weren't innocent." He snapped annoyed.
"Yes they were!" Mr. O'Dell yelled glaring at them. "They were the air plane hanger employees! The middle class, blue collar, good Samaritan, workers You saw fit! To murder!" Mr. O'Dell yelled, slamming his hand down on the table.
"Airport employees wearing black jump suits?" He frowned giving the man a dirty look and Mr. O'Dell made a face pulling a hunk of photos from inside the folder and tossing them at the table. Leaving all of them gawking down at the pictures of dead airport employees. Most of them wearing their airport uniforms and working suits, but a few looked like construction workers and even had hard hats! They were all silent again.
Mr. O'Dell gave them a bitter smile, patting the folder on the table before flipping it open. They all looked at it, even though they probably should have pretended like they didn't care what it was. "This is your file boys. It tells me all about you, and for the life of me I just can't figure why you boys would do what you did. But…being that you did. Your all facing Murder in the first degree, and since I am not getting anywhere with you all here nice and cozy. I am just gonna have to split you up, and see if I get some answers." His body stricken, and he knew he paled. Split up!? GO WHERE! "Jack!" Mr. O'Dell yelled towards the door and a cop opened it. "Move three of these boys to separate rooms. And we'll just see who starts saying what."
9:39 PM
"WHAT WERE YOU DOING!" Mr. O'Dell screamed at him, and he closed his eyes trying to escape it. "HUH!? WHY WERE YOU THERE!" He was still silent, quietly squeezing the table to keep himself calm. To keep himself from answering. He had a headache like he couldn't believe, and though he had seen cops go wild like this on tv he never thought they did it in real life! This was nuts! "AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK YOU JUST APPEARED SON!?" Mr. O'Dell screamed and he leaned closer to the table, he wasn't going to say anything. He wasn't going to give anything away. He wasn't.
Mr. O'Dell stepped back frowning at him, watching him just lean his forehead to the table top and sit there. The guy had tried everything. Bargaining, offering deals, threatening, describing prison life and finally brute force. When the guy screamed-nothing-when the guy swore-nothing-when the guy took a swing at him-nothing. "Fucking useless." Mr. O'Dell finally sneered, stomping for the door and leaving. He turned his head slightly, and glanced at it with one eye, the door had been left open. In a second two cops appeared and ordered him out, steering him with their guns to a another room. The sight of Yohji, Omi and Aya there gave him all the strength he thought he lost with Mr. O'Dell screaming at him, and he felt relief wash through him.
But after the initial rush of seeing everyone, he realized that he wasn't the only one who had it hard and both Omi and Aya had been crying pretty hard. Both pairs of eyes were swollen red and exhausted. "ALRIGHT! Listen UP!" Mr. O'Dell was back, sighing heavily at all of them when none of them said a word. "Your trial is in five days, until than, you'll be held here." the man frowned, glaring at them with disgust. "I hope you all fucking get death row." They flinched with the deep growl as the man walked out muttering "Sick bastards" before they turned to the few cops there.
"Welcome To Monroe Prison Boys." The one cop announced. "This is your instatement so back up against the wall." They all did, and one by one stood still for their mug shots, and fresh finger printing before being lead down a long cream hallway and to the large metal gated doorway that separated the offices from the prison.
He had never been so scared as he was pushed through that doorway and swarmed by more cops, drug into a cement room, and stripped.
Stuff was being yanked off him too fast to phantom! He was vaguely aware of Yohji threatening his cop, and Omi's fast alarmed scream as his shirt was ripped up and his pants were being pulled off. "Hey GET THE HELL OFF ME!" Aya yelled, shoving his cops away and taking his clothes off himself. Watching wide eyed and ready to go as the one blonde lanky cop in there shewed the rest out and let them disrobe themselves. Now working with mainly shaky hands and slowly continuing until they wore nothing because there was no indication to stop, or direction of any type. All of them backed up against the cold, damp gray concrete back wall and watched the cop pick up the hose. Lazily aiming at them as he stood there smoking before flicking a small portion of ash towards them and flicking on the water.
"AH!" He cried out when it hit him. Like pins and needles piercing his skin! It was cold and hurt! The force of it hitting him caused him to back up a few steps.
"WATERS CODE HUH!?" The cop yelled, laughing as he took a long drag and waved the hose at them, drenching them with the ice water. They guy looked Irish maybe, and had a ridiculous accent."JESUS!" Yohji cursed as the water sprayed him in the shoulder for a second and he tried desperately to cover his face with one hand, and cover his frozen privates with the other. If either of those places were blasted with the water he knew he'd regret it. "ALRIGHT!" Yohji screamed, glaring at the cop when Aya started coughing after inhaling some water, and Omi backed into the wall unable to get away from the pressure.
The cop flicked off the hose with another long drag and threw them some towels. "Here dry er-shelves off wit d's." they all caught the towels, quickly pulling the water from their hair, and beads of the icy stuff from their bodies. "D's your uniforms." The guy puffed, shoving a cardboard box at them with his foot as the water trickled down the large drain they stood on. "I'm not sposed to let you dress in ear. Sposed to march you all out naked as d day ya was born but…yer know how nice me am. Why not you be dressen en ear wit me." The guy smiled at them, watching them all stand there panting. Getting some of their body heat back before Yohji grabbed some of the clothes and gave him and Omi some. They pulled stuff on fast. More briefs, it felt like they just got out of those, a wife beater, and baby blue suit that almost resembled little kids pajamas. You stepped into them, and pulled it on, before zipping the front up. Ironic form of demeaning he thought. "Right. Now you alls stay where your toad and this going to be nice and e-zay. Back em up to the wall, one a ya come er at a tom, and me cuff ya. You move, me shoot, me yell, your in more tra-bel den ya know.
They said nothing, and Yohji gracefully stepped forward and held his hands out. Watching the guy cuff them before moving over toward the door as Omi went next, before Aya and him.
"Great." The cop smiled, holding up a scolding finger as he picked up his intercom and pressed the button. "Jack where d's boys be going, come back." They all watched the guy, alert and attentive like they were taught. Taking in the size of the room, single window, available pluming, furniture and exits already. Now they were patiently waiting as a mumble came back before the cop groaned a "You know, em ear fookers dat got me a waiting on em hand en foot." There was another mumble before the cop nodded a "Right." Put the intercom away and took out his gun. "You all march real nice ear in front a me now. And I won't be shoot'n no one." The cop nodded and they slowly started forward, cautiously watching the guy for directions since he seemed kinda…unstable.
They were lead down the hall to another iron gate, and the sight on the other side took their breath away. The hall they were in must have been maybe a hundred feet long, and all along either side of the eight foot middle were cells. Yohji stopped dead at the sight, and so they all stopped.
"What er we stopping For!?" The cop yelled, jabbing his back with the gun. "Ger er going!" Yohji started walking again, slowly being lead by the lit cells of inmates whom looked them up and down or paid no attention at all. "Right dis here's good." The cop said, jabbing him again and he stopped. "You er blonde…get in." The cop moved up to the cell and unlocked it before opening the door for Yohji. Yohji looked at them for a moment before silently walking in.
"HEY!" He yelled when the cop slammed it again, and Yohji looked a little concerned he was in there all alone with them outside. Aside from the two inmates already lounging on the four bunks the small seven by seven concrete space, of the beds and toilet was completely empty. "WHy only him!?" He yelled, and the cop slowly turned around, the cigarette in his lips fiddling from side to side for a second before rubbing his ear.
"You ever be yelling at me like dat dere again me friend, and I knock your fooking block off." the guy frowned, shaking his black club at him slightly. "Dis here's me block, and everyone on me block behaves and be showing me the respects me deserves or else…you don'ts wants to know where you be goin'." The guy grinned, giving him a wink and a cluck of his tongue as he walked up to the next cell down and opened the door. "Dis one heres for yooou." the guy smiled, motioning at the open doorway with his club and he swallowed hard as he slowly started in.
"Right." the cop turned to Aya and Omi. "I put you each in er one after de other, until you's be moved." The cop stated matter o'factly pointing at Omi. He watched the blue eyes widen slightly, glancing at him and Aya before muttering a small -moved?- whisper. "That's right. Moooved. Your being mooooved." The guy nodded, unlocking the next door and Omi obediently walked inside. "Dats too bad really, you was a cute looker, but too young. Dat be juvie hall for you. Yes. The Juvenile Correctional Home fur Boys. Your being moved on dis here Friday. So don't be getting comfy on me block." The cop nodded, locking Aya into the next cell down before nodding at them all "Now don't you all be yelling, cause me pay a no mind to dat. Far too lazy and comfy up in me big chair. Just shut your mouses en suck it up." The guy winked, nodding his club at all of them before walking away. They all watched the guy go before glancing in the direction of the whimpered -Juvenile hall- from Omi's cell.
"Maybe they won't move you Omi." Yohji called out lightly, and he turned around, looking at the older guy in his cell. Maybe late fifties and sleeping. Yohji was already striking a short conversation with whoever was in his cell so he moved closer to the concrete that separated Omi from him.
"Omi. We can't possibly be…supposed to be here." He choked leaning into the concrete to ease his shaking. "It's a mistake, so they won't move you at all you-" He jumped as something touched him before relaxing as he looked at Omi's hand. Fingers outstretched for him, straining through the boy's cell, small portion of wall between each one, and his bars. He took it quickly, grabbing Omi's wrist and forearm too as he reached back. Closing his eyes with the soft -Juvenile hhaallll- that cried into the wall as Omi's arm started sinking downward on him. Forcing him to crouch to hold it, since Omi was just collapsing on the other side crying. His eyes welling with tears as he heard the smallest grunt from further up and knew Aya was sobbing. The red head only made one small noise, maybe every minute when he sobbed and that was it.
"Yohji?" He shakily called the name, wishing to god he could reach out and grab Yohji's hand and still manage to hold Omi's at the same time. His free hand brushing the few tears that leaked from his eyes away as Yohji muttered a -What Ken- back to him. He didn't answer, his mouth slowly opening for a long silent scream that choked tears down his face as he cried. Pressing his face closer to the concrete so he could feel its cold seeping into his forehead and nose. Omi's hand trembling in his, squeezing as hard as the boy could and even tugging and re-gripping more of him every few seconds. He couldn't answer Yohji. He was crying to hard to even move.
"Ken?" Yohji called out slightly, a little confused he didn't get an answer but he just slid to his butt. Slumping into the concrete and bringing his arm to his chest to escape the cold of it. "It's ok Ken." Yohji finally muttered and he cried harder. His chest buckling and buckling under him, making his heart pound and his stomach sick. "It's ok Ken." Yohji repeated softly, and his world started to get black and fast. His fatigued, bruised and scrapped form falling asleep. Smashed up to the concrete hanging onto Omi with wet tears on his face. What a day it had been.
7:30 AM
He took one step at a time, slowly so he wouldn't bump into anyone. Really the prospect of bumping into someone was rather ridiculous and rather light hearted. But not in jail. Earlier that morning when he had been woken up at 7 and ordered out of his cell like everyone else. Made to stand in front of his death hole at attention before being allowed to file out into this big breakfast room…he had seen someone…bump into someone else. Now, the prospect of bumping into someone was rather scary, and Omi was sticking to him like glue. "Get off me." He whispered down to the boy as low as he possibly could and Omi took a small half an inch breather from him. At least their arms weren't touching anymore though.
Aya was up ahead of them all in line, then the three people from his cell, the one in Omi's, Omi, him, the old guy in his, the two guys in Yohji's, and than Yohji. They were just a small section of the string of guys lined and holding cafeteria trays waiting for breakfast and slowly moving down the shiny metal counter to the few lunch men and cops. "Omi." he growled this time but Omi didn't even bother to listen. He glanced up to Aya but the red head seemed distracted giving off an icy impression so people didn't want to go near him. He turned to Yohji next and the guy looked very tense and edgy, far too stressed. Omi just looked beat, in every single way too, and it was to hard to have a opinion of himself-But he looked tired, hungry, and angry. Each of them were subconsciously giving off their own vibes. Aya seemed evil, he seemed angry, Omi seemed whipped, and Yohji was scared.
His tray was taken, and then handed back and he looked down at all the food on it. He honestly had to say he was surprised, he didn't think prisoners ate so well. He had an apple, milk, a small short stack, three sausages and some pudding. Holy crap, that was better than the breakfasts he made at home! He was out of line now, with Omi right behind him. Looking around at all the tables and inmates eating away and hoping to god he could fit in somewhere.He locked eyes with Aya who was a little ways away and the red head nodded at one of the empty tables. It was ridiculous the amount of relief he suddenly felt, just knowing he had a table to sit at. "Omi touch me one more time damnt." He sighed, even though his words were harsh, his tone was next to empty as Omi walked into him.
"Everyone's staring at us." Aya stated as he sat down at the table with Omi.
"So you've noticed that too." He sneered slumping forward closer to his tray and sighing heavily. He had never been so stressed in his entire life. "Where's Yohji?" He frowned glancing at Aya as the red head started looking around.
"Ken." Aya stated his name as he forked up a sausage and stuffed the entire thing into his mouth. "Can I have some advice for a second." Aya asked, his tone patient and calm as he watched Omi slowly take a bite of his apple.
"What the hell are you talking about? Advice." He snorted, patting Omi's shoulder as he turned to the boy. "Omi, I don't want you to throw any of that up. Alright? Try really hard." He nodded but Omi yanked his shoulder from him insulted and exchanged the apple for his milk.
"Ken." Aya called his name again and he turned to the red head. Like he didn't have enough on his mind. How they got there! What the hell they were going to do about their murder charge! The fact Omi really might be sent to the Juvenile Boy home or whatever. Where Mr. Brine was. Whether or not they should be trying to escape. Whether or not they should make some fast connections since they were staying there! And! Who the hell was that Old Guy he was Bunking with!? "Just look calmly behind you when I am done." Aya stated, ignoring his glare and taking a glance at Omi whom wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to their conversation. "And just tell me what we should do about that." Aya asked nodding behind him, and he sighed a growl before slowly turning and looking.
His body tightened at the sight of Yohji surrounded by about five or six guys, eyeing the blonde like they wanted to eat him. Yohji looked more than thoroughly annoyed, but he kept a straight face and glare when one ruffled his hair and another grabbed his ass. "Jesus Christ." He swore and Omi turned to him confused, chewing away on his sausage. "Fuck Aya. Couldn't say anything faster?" He sneered.
"About what?" Aya frowned at him, and he made a face before his light bulb went off. Aya did NOT want Omi to know about this.
"Well my opinion is we better…do…something." He muttered, forking his food around un-entertained, and Omi went back to watching the crowd concerned with everyone but them. "I'll just…get more milk." He made a move to stand up, but Omi grabbed his arm.
"Don't. Aya-kun you get it for him." Omi shot, almost ordering Aya to do it instead.
"Don't be ridiculous Omi." He yanked on his arm. He Needed To Get Up and Give Yohji A Hand!
"Ken-kun." Omi's grip didn't release, the boy simply leaned closer to his food and didn't make eye contact with him. "Please don't move Ken-kun, those guys over there keep looking at me." Omi muttered, closing his eyes stressed, and he made a face looking up and around. Sure enough, a few tables away, an entire group of chewing faces were all staring right at Omi with the same look as Yohji's devoted fans. One guy was even so disgusting as to flick his tongue in and out when he glanced over.
"Jesssuusss." He groaned down to his dish closing his eyes for a moment. "We're in a god damn nightmare." He whined for a second, before straightening his voice.
"Sheep aments the wolves." Aya grunt. "We better start shaping up and I mean instantly." Aya stated, but the guy sounded scared. Just like him. They were both fucking scared out of their minds! There weren't half as many eyes on them as there were in Yohji and Omi's direction. A brunette male his age was a dime a dozen around the cafeteria. A red head Aya's age a little less regular, but still, there was a nice handful, nothing really spectacular. But Omi and Yohji were lit up like Christmas trees in the baby blue color! Having known Omi forever, when the boy looked at him now, the first thing he saw was those big, pretty blue eyes. They were the exact color of his outfit and around those brilliant orbs, was kitten soft honey strands of hair that were begging to be touched. Yohji was the same. Creamy well pampered skin, before deeply set, but hardly shadowed green globes. His thin blonde strands of hair, falling in wisps along his forehead and cheekbones, pleading for fingers to brush them aside. Hold shit! Those god damn uniforms had practically turned Yohji and Omi into flowers!
"Omi listen to me. I really need to get my milk, and Aya's going to be right here with you." He stated, but Omi just slowly shook no and didn't look up. Omi didn't trust Aya the same way he trusted him. "Thanks for understanding." He hushed gently, quickly yanking his arm from Omi's grip and walking off towards Yohji.
"Ken-kun." Omi gasped, turning around to him before spotting Yohji. "Yohji-kun!" Those big blue eyes turned to Aya as if to tell the red head, before realizing Aya already knew, and they scrunched up worried and afraid.
"Just stay looking at me Omi. Don't make a scene." Aya directed, offering a small smile before quickly eating.
He walked right up to the crowd bothering Yohji and stood there, watching the blonde glance at him and silently ask for help, but he didn't need to do anything. The guys one by one turned to look at him disgusted he was intruding but his presence let Yohji take a step forward. The blonde came at him with a smooth grace, and almost humor like he wasn't bothered at all. With all the cops there, no one was going to make a real move, but just by walking over to Yohji he made everyone look at him like he would be next and he was cursing himself all the way back to the table, because he couldn't shake the sting of a thousand eyes on his back.
"Sit here next to me Yohji-kun." Omi smiled at them instantly, tugging Yohji forward and ushering him into his seat on the table benches. "Can I have your sausages Yohji-kun?" Omi leaned over snapping one with his fork quickly but Yohji grabbed the thin wrist.
"Omi…Under normal circumstances I'd give you all my sausages and some of my whipped cream if you wanted it." Yohji smiled bitterly, but Omi smiled as soon as he heard he was getting whipped cream and his fork made a move for it. "But!" Yohji snapped Omi's hand to a stand still. "This is not normal circumstances." Yohji continued, gently moving Omi's hand back to his own dish. "I don't think eating off my plate is such a good thing to do here Omi." Yohji warned softly, giving Omi a serious nod and the boy pulled his fork back and looked down at his food, feeling like an idiot.
"Or maybe…" Aya trailed, looking up and drinking some of his milk. "That's exactly what he should do." Aya shrugged, but Yohji made a face.
"That's disgusting Aya." Yohji frowned, shaking his head before laughing slightly. "Besides, every Tom, Dick and Hairy in here is already going to assume Ken and I are getting freaky now anyway." Yohji grunt. "I may look like a master, but I only have two hands." Yohji stated with a grin and Omi gave the blonde a short death squint.
"Yohji. There is an entire table behind Aya, just staring at you two." He snorted, keeping his voice down and Yohji just muttered an -I know- as he calmly ate. "So…You know? That's all you have to say?" He turned to the blonde with a frazzled frown. "What do you suggest we do about that?" He demanded in a stressed whisper, and Omi slowly turned to Yohji as well, wanting an answer.
Yohji was quiet, taking a glance at Aya before forking some pancake into his mouth and chewing. "I suggest. We…" Yohji trailed, sitting up a little straighter and looking over at the table of fans. Non of them were abashed by the fact they were staring and Yohji was looking back, in fact a few smiled. "I suggest we start flaunting what we know and fast. Let everyone know if they come near us, they're in for it…because if we don't…." Yohji trailed again. "We're all in for it." Yohji finally muttered matter o' factly, spitting his words with distaste down to his food. "That goes for you two as well." The blonde gave him and Aya a squint. "Just cause they aren't looking now, doesn't mean anything. It never means anything. Do you know what we are here? Young. Fresh meat. That's it. Just quantity that can be claimed and fucked." Yohji growled, stopping as Aya started choking on his milk, and Omi shot up like a board with the words.
"Yohji-kun." Omi growled Yohji's name angered. "That's not a funny thing to say." Omi frowned, mad Yohji would tease when they were in such a serious predicament. "Besides, it's not like we have anatomy they would want." Omi grumbled, forking some of his food around before eating something. "We're not girls." Omi grunt.
Yohji only snort, glancing at Aya whom had stopped his silent choking and was just swallowing repeatedly. Yohji glanced at him next, and he knew he looked worried, afraid and confused. "I wasn't teasing Omi. There's a way." Yohji hushed, leaning to Omi's ear, but for everyone else it would just appear as though the blonde were leaning towards his dish. "Ken, you too because I know your listening." He grunt slightly when Yohji addressed him, while whispering to Omi. "I am being completely serious, and I am being extremely direct. We're all in very real danger. Omi I want you to think of this like undercover targets. You don't talk to anyone, don't help anyone, and most importantly don't accept help from anyone. You're a loner unless your with us, both of you. If you slip up, it's going to cost you, and it's going to hurt." Yohji hushed, before forking up more pancake and chewing as he leaned away.
He swallowed hard, trying to relieve the knot in his stomach. Yohji wouldn't lie to them, in fact Yohji probably had the best idea of what was going on around there. So with that tone and those words, he felt a sinking dread he hadn't felt since he was on the streets abandoned. He just sat there, next to Omi, neither of them really moving.
"How's-how's that work Yohji-kun." Omi muttered, staring down at his food. "Tell me how it works. How it-we're not girls how can-Yohji-kun tell me how it works." Omi asked quietly before adding strength to his words as he repeat himself. Aya started shaking his head instantly, staring right at Yohji and shaking no, but Yohji only sighed heavily. Yohji continued eating for a moment leaving Omi in stubborn demanding silence before giving in, and leaning back down so he had Omi's ear where he wanted. He knew Yohji did this to drive the point home, they could all hear the blonde because they were so used to his voice, and they were all so scared. Yet still, Yohji went to Omi's ear partially because he didn't like talking about this topic and felt safer whispering his warnings in a discrete location.
"When I am done talking to you just now." Yohji whispered, and Omi's eyes remained locked on his tray like he was ignoring the blonde. "I want you to eat everything on your tray. If you don't, I won't ever answer another question for you." Yohji threatened lightly, and in their code Omi blinked his acknowledgement and agreement. "Good." Yohji nodded, adding some food to his mouth so he looked less suspicious. "If you get a funny feeling, and you know someone's too close, or you just feel there is something wrong. Don't think to yourself, I am being an idiot like we always tease you, you are. You act on it. Without a moments hesitation. Try and get away from the source of it, no matter what it is. Because if your overpowered somewhere where we can't help you, they're going to.." Yohji's voice started straining slightly, battling with memories, and vivid images, and trying to explain this all at the same time. "…They're going to…hold you down and fuck you up the ass Omi." Omi's body choked down to his plate in one fast dry heave the instant he heard that.. "It's very painful, and you'll bleed all over. It won't be something you can hide. So you remember that, because here that can happen if you want to think your acting stupid, and let someone get too close. You understand?" Yohji nodded, trying for acknowledgement again but Omi had just frozen up. "Don't answer me in code now, use your voice I want to know you understand what I've said." Yohji encouraged, his voice suddenly trying to transform to a reassuring tone.
"I…I am scared." Omi choked, almost whimpering to his dish and he swallowed hard again. Trying to break apart the lump in his throat. He was terrified. Slowly picking his hand up to lay it on Omi's shoulder but Yohji's eyes snapped at him instantly.
"Don't touch him Ken." Yohji barked under his breath and he jumped, before leaving his hand where it was. "No one will understand us here. Now it's already going to be assumed that you and I are fucking, don't drag Omi into this too or we'll just make him seem more accessible."
"God." He choked slightly, gripping the table with the hand he was going to touch Omi with and Omi choked again, looking down because his eyes were welling with tears.
"Whhaaat do I dooo if I caaan't fight baaack?" Omi whined, quickly grabbing his fork and pushing food into his mouth despite the fact he looked like he was going to puke.
"Then you…" Yohji trailed, watching them all look to him for advice. "Try and settle for oral. If you can suck the guy limp, he's done."
Aya dropped his fork to his tray with that, and pushed the food away sick. He couldn't blame him though, he knew he wasn't going to be able to eat another thing. Omi was quietly with stress as he kept pushing food into his mouth, and he knew they were all preying along with him it would all stay in the boys stomach when it came time to get up.
"Your four." They all looked up at the cop whom suddenly approached. His gun already cocked, eyeing his clipboard and them again before nodding. "Yeah you four. Empty your trays and get up. You have a visitor."
8:13 AM
"Walk slowly to the end and sit down. One chair for each of you. Don't move, or touch anything until you hear us say so over the loud speaker." the cop said, slowly un-cuffing them and pointing down the visitors room. Of course they're side wasn't the visitors room, it was still the bars and sturdy glass that separated them from their visitor. Nothing but the blank desks, the hard wooden chairs, and fat red phones that allowed them to talk to the person on the other side of the glass.
They all walked down slowly, single file following Aya before sitting in their chairs. Glancing around at the empty other side of the glass impatient and nervous before watching the visitors door open, with cautious, curious eyes. Who the hell could be visiting them!?
It took less than a second for them to recognized Mr. Brine and they were getting up fast. "SIR!" He screamed, throwing his hands up palm flat against the glass and Yohji and Omi scrambled out of their chairs with Aya while the man came forward.
"SIT DOWN! DO NOT TOUCH THE GLASS!" The cop suddenly screamed over the intercom, but they barely heard him.
"SiR! SiR!" Omi called, ripping the phone to his ear and smacking the glass with his free palm impatiently.
"SIT DOWN AND GET AWAY FROM THE GLASS!" The cop screamed again, banging his club against one of the desks and they all turned to him confused. "TAKE YOUR SEATS NOW! I SAID! NOW!" they all sat down, picking up their phones quickly and watching Mr. Brine bring his ear piece to his face, before jerking it away with the loud desperate -SIR!'s- which blasted him.
"Boys." Mr. Brine barked into the phone silencing them. "I want you all to relax, and take deep breaths because I don't have a millennia to sit here and talk to you. In fact I only have twenty minutes. So we must use are time wisely."
They all nodded quickly, and he looked down as he started crying. It was ridiculous, that's what his mind told him. Crying. Crying for no reason. He was just sitting there in the chair for crying out loud! No one was touching him! Or hurting hiM! He was just sitting there! Suddenly crying!
Omi looked at him with large sympathetic and concerned eyes before slowly turning to Yohji. "Can I touch Ken-kun now Yohji-kun?" The boy whimpered, watching Yohji close his eyes for a moment with the question and glance at the cops. There were tons of prisons were the cops were always in on it too, but….that was hard to say and watching Ken cry was hitting the blonde's soft spot. Yohji nodded slowly, and he felt Omi quickly lean into him. Wrapping his arm around him with his head on his shoulder, but he only cried harder.
"Are you ok Hidaka?" Mr. Brine asked, and he cried even harder.
"He's ok." Omi answered for him, turning to Mr. Brine and staring at the man like he were some type of god. "Please….take us out of here sir. Take me out of here. Take us home!" Omi whined, yelling his last part and laying his palm against the glass with the desperation that made the boy yearn to be on the other side.
"HANDS OFF THE GLASS NOW!" The cops screamed, and Omi jumped, retaliating into him and his chair.
"It's alright Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine quickly reassured. "I am having some difficulty with that. I was just released myself. Apparently your all being black mailed by someone. Your being charged with first degree murder and the evidence against you is…overpowering. If you go to trial with that, there's no way I can save you."
He stared sobbing.
"But! IT was in Self Defense!" Aya yelled, leaning towards the glass before pulling his hand back from where he was going to touch it. "My sister! What will happen to my sister if I am in here! Will she still be cared for!?" Aya demanded and Yohji ran a hand onto Aya's shoulder because the guy was almost choking out his words.
"I don't know. I can't say that she will." Mr. Brine muttered and Aya started hyperventilating.
"HOW can you DO THAT!" Aya screamed. "I can't support her IF I can't WORK! You're the reason I AM HERE!" Aya screamed, his body overloading. Shaking and glaring at Mr. Brine through his huffed breathing, and he was unaware of the tears pouring down his cheeks. "They'll throw her out if….they'll…" Aya started gagging, slamming his phone down and just slumping onto the desk to calm down.
"Easy Aya." Yohji hushed, rubbing the red heads back before roughing up his hair. "Just relax. That's not going to happen."
"What about me!" Omi cried into the phone. "They're going to move me to a Juvenile Correctional Home for Boys!" Omi yelled, repeating exactly what they're block cop had said. As though those words had been burned into the boys mind. "What Will Happen TO ME THERE!"
"Ahhhaaa AHH!" He choked an especially hard sob. Even though Omi was still hugging him the thin body was starting to tremble, and that always freaked him out.
Mr. Brine was silent watching them, before gently nodding. "I wish I had better news for you all. But…I honestly don't know what we can do." the man hushed, watching Yohij's eyes slowly well up with tears but the blonde's face was still calm and in control. Two polar opposites were sitting on Yohji's face. The calm, humored expression they always knew, and the soft wet tears of despair and fear that made them crumble. "I am trying. Please know I am trying. I don't want you here any longer than you absolutely have to be. I don't want you here at all." Mr. Brine said, his face dropping from reserved so he could talk correctly to concerned and sympathetic. They were looking pretty bad. Even he knew that, and he wasn't even looking at anyone! He could just feel it.
"I dooon't want to leeeeave." Omi whined, squeezing the life out of his phone. "Whyyy do I haave to gooo!? Why can't I just staaay here!"
"Tsukiyono your too young to be kept in this prison. The Juvenile hall will be filled with boys your age." Mr. Brine explained, but Omi just shook his head. Closing his eyes as he rubbed some tears off his face.
"I caaan't believe your gooing to leet them taaake me!" Omi screamed, suddenly sitting up right and glaring at Mr. Brine. "I can't BELIEVE YOUR LEAVING US IN HERE!" The boy screamed, and he stopped sobbing for a moment to look over at Omi in shock.
"Omi that's not his call." Yohji spoke, voice monotone, and Yohji didn't even bother to look over at the boy.
"You were arrested, just like us. How come your out there and we're in here?" Aya suddenly demanded looking up at Mr. Brine with his first movement in minutes.
"Manx was able to have me released. But you boys, have prints all over those guns and…the bodies were everywhere."
"They were different bodies." Aya sneered. "We didn't kill innocent people. They were attacking us. You Know that." Aya growled, and the still way he sat, and the power within his eyes was downright scary. Like one of those vicious wild animals, before the pounce…before the kill.
"I know." Mr. Brine quickly nodded trying to ease Aya down a little. "But they don't want to hear what I know, they only want to hear the facts Fujimiya. Now we're doing all we can."
"What your doing isn't GOOd Enough!" Omi yelled, slamming the desk before nervously glancing at the cops. "I want to leave now! We all want to go!"
"Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine started, sighing Omi's name because his words were so blatantly obvious, but to Omi very important. Omi didn't understand why they couldn't leave if Mr. Brine was outside and they didn't kill anyone innocent.
"We didn't do anything wrong. We did what we thought was best. Last time we didn't kill anyone and you almost disowned us. Now we kill someone and you want to lock us up for it! I don't understand how I am supposed to be applying my training sir! I can't define when and when I am not in battle!" Omi whined frustrated and confused.
"How were we supposed to know that wasn't an obstacle." Yohji sneered, glaring at Mr. Brine. There was a short silence. Aya again had his head in his hands, leaning into his desk quietly. Yohji was sitting calmly in the chair glaring. He was crouched into himself and hadn't looked up. Omi too was sitting up, but more aggressively and frowning as he held the phone.
"Boys I am sorry. Please, just try to understand what kind of position I am in. It's not like you plan for these things, Manx is working on it. I can only hope she will be as efficient as she has always been. Until then you boys just sit tight and try and keep your heads. I'll come back everyday and see you, and Tsukiyono. When your transferred I'll come to see you off and visit you as well." Mr. Brine assured and Omi's mouth fell open, staring at Mr. Brine like he'd had just been slapped four ways from Sunday. "The rest of you I'll visit here. Now, I don't want anymore crying. Hidaka sit up." Mr. Brine ordered, and he could hear the man's firm voice through Omi's phone. He had sat his down long ago. "Now Hidaka."
He looked up slowly and Yohji looped and arm around his neck reassuringly and pulled him up. Hugging him close but keeping him up. "I can imagine none of you will be better off with this sort of behavior. So straighten up." Mr. Brine ordered and Aya slowly sat up too, but his glare never faltered. "I will…try to have better news next time I see you but…if I don't. I don't want you all crying on me. This is the last time I am allowing this kind of behavior while we're in this mess do you understand?" Mr. Brine ordered, frowning, but his eyes were soft and concerned. He was trying his very best to put up a convincing, reassuring front for them, and the man nodded strongly with their mumbled -yes sir's- "Good." Now I am leaving five minutes early so you can sit here and get yourselves together. Just hold it together boys." Mr. Brine nodded softly before silencing for a moment. This was where if Mr. Brine was their father he might have whispered a small phrase of affection. Maybe not as powerful as I love you. Maybe not as direct as the wishful phrases that ran around their heads, but this was the pause where it should be. "I'll be back tomorrow Boys." Mr. Brine muttered, and they all sat silent, holding their phones looking at the man with their devastated, upset expressions. "I am proud of you." Mr. Brine hung up and started walking out. Leaving them with five minutes of time, but they all sat motionless watching the man leave.
Mr. Brine was proud of them. After everything that had happened. The people they had killed, their arrest, and now their shameful blubbering assassin forms. Still proud of them. Such phrases, were equivalent to I love you in their minds. Especially when, they had never heard it before.
"Fuck." Aya slammed his phone down, running a hand over his face, like a time bomb just building.
Yohji slowly hung up before taking his phone and hanging it up too. Glancing to Omi who was just staring at his receiver with disgust before hanging it up with a shaky hand threatening to beat the thing to oblivion. "Mr. Brine's right about our behavior, ok?" Yohji mumbled, slouching back in his chair with a heavy sigh and he slowly stood up. Watching the cops to be he sure he wouldn't alarm them, but they were all just eyeing them carefully. He just couldn't stand to sit anymore, he had to get up!
"Omi." Aya slowly sat up, speaking while still rubbing his face and Omi turned to Aya with his frustrated -I am going to smash up the phone- expression. "When and if it comes down to the fact you will be transferred." Omi paled slightly as Aya looked over to him serious. "We'll say goodbye the day before, and when it happens. I want you to show everyone here, just how reserved we can be, do you understand?" Aya asked but Omi just glared back at the red head. "You will leave just the same." Aya sighed.
"A graceful exit, is better than being drug out kicking and screaming." Yohji quickly added, trying to define Aya's real message so the red head wouldn't come off sounding like a prick. Honestly, before Yohji spoke he was starting to get mad, never mind Omi whom was slowly sinking to a -I am going to smash you with my phone- glare for Aya. "We'll miss you." Yohji continued shrugged slightly with a smile. "But…ah…plenty of people in here to make friends with." Yohji teased, giving Omi a wink. "Besides, we all know your perfectly capable of taking care of yourself in Juvie hall." Yohji muttered matter o'factly cracking some of his knuckles. "We'd be more concerned if we thought otherwise." Yohji stated casually but with a strong smile, and Omi brightened with gratitude for the compliment.
"TIME'S UP!" the cops yelled, and he sighed heavily, standing still as they were advanced on before roughly cuffed. No matter how calm and patient they were, they're wrists were always attacked and cuffed quickly. Like any minute they'd grow arms of machetes and shot guns and take down the prison.
7:20 PM
He sighed heavily, staring up at the cracked, nasty ceiling from the top bunk of his cell. The old guy was asleep again, and didn't seem to care he was there. At first this was annoying, because it was rather boring in his cell, but he was now drawing to the conclusion he had struck it lucky. Just a minute ago he had heard Yohji make another threatening comment when someone in his cell moved. He recognized Yohji's voice as nervous and cautious, but to everyone else the blonde sounded like a devil. Most likely sitting on his bunk glaring at the men with a smile before muttering his -Go ahead and come over if you want. If you think I'll just sit here.- He didn't say anything when he heard that. He just closed his eyes…hoping that would be the last thing he heard. One of those comments had popped out maybe fifteen minutes ago, and apparently Yohji's expression and tone was enough to calm everything back down. He was preying to god it would stay that way.
Maybe ten minutes ago he started watching Omi's fingers. The boy had a top bunk like him, but only because Aya scared the shit out of one of his two cellmates and then calmly asked if Omi could have the bunk. They all knew the boy was safer up high, where climbing was necessary to reach him. No one could simply pounce on him and hold down his struggling like they did when they wanted whatever Omi was eating, or the pillow he was using, or just for kicks when the boy shot cocky phrases or enough statistics to annoy them. They all had their own reasons for pouncing on Omi. He did it most often for fun, or to rattle the boy. Yohji did it when the blonde was annoyed. If Omi answered one to many of Mr. Brine's questions correctly when Yohji couldn't answer one, and the man used them as a comparison. They'd hear Omi yelling at Yohji some half an hour later to be let up, or to get off. Aya hardly ever did it, but once in a great while the red head would get mad and insist on putting Omi in his place. Or so Aya would say when he successfully yanked what he wanted from the boy, ruffled his hair and left.
When he mused on this long enough, he realized the stupid things they did were entertaining, but here, the thought that someone could pounce on Omi while the boy was sleeping was a scary though. And when Aya made it quite clear where Omi was sleeping, he was smiling away. From afar Aya's demon voice was amusing, but up close it was down right scary. Laughing at that poor shmuk who got it was the highlight of his evening. Afterwards, he settled for watching Omi's hands and fingers which were playing with the bars and small flaking bits of concrete on the cinderblock wall that separated them. Omi was apparently on his bunk, laying on his back with his arms above his head. His hand just making it out of the cell and his fingers roamed around bored.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Yohji asked and he left Omi's fingers, and the ceiling to turn towards Yohji's voice. "Didn't anyone teach you any manners?" He could tell from the tone Yohji was weaseling out of something awkward or threatening with his insulted humor.
"What'd you say Yohji!" He called to the blonde, knowing darn well he didn't say anything to him but his voice alone would let his cellmates know he was listening. "What are you rambling about." He let his smile run into his voice, and he could almost hear Yohji's relieved chuckle.
"Go to sleep Ken." Yohji grinned back at him, his voice some few feet away and behind the cement wall but he could see the familiar reassuring smile. "No ones talking to you."
He grinned, laughing slightly and Omi's hand rolled over with the boy. Gripping one of the bars before flicking more of the paint off the one cinder block. "Is Aya sleeping Omi?" He asked.
"Nope." Omi answered, voice slightly tired but content.
"Are you going to sleep?"
"Yup."
He smiled, laughing quietly at the small one word answers and the boys playing fingers before rolling over and closing his eyes. After Yohji's words he was suddenly tired…at least the old man was quiet.
Hey, once again I want to apologize for having this up so late. I really feel bad about it because I had a personal goal NOT to do this at all. I didn't want big gaps between my chapters. and that's why I can tell you all now that the last two you won't have to wait for. I'll give them to you exactly a week apart and no more. To everyone. I am super SUPER sorry! and I hope you all don't hate me for doing this because when your reading a story waiting for half of it really really sucks-and I know that. I hope you can still find it in your heart to leave me a review and let me know what you think for this ending climax. --once again I apoligize--