Chibisensei: *looks to the side* Well, I wrote this chapter a while ago, but was afraid to post it. Other than that, I have no excuse.

Warning: The following chapter will contain nonconsensual abuse of a main canon character. If you are bothered by that, then skip the part within the section marked by ****.

Chapter 4: Before the Trial Pt 1

Never had Kyoya Ootori thought he would be on the wrong side of prison bars. Needless to say, it was not the luxury he was used to. The cell was small with a toilet, bunk beds, & 2 writing desks with chairs. The walls were vanilla painted concrete which went quite well with the murky gray concrete on the floor. That was sarcasm, by the way. Kyoya glanced at the gruff and rather intimidating looking man sharing his cell. He couldn't say much for the company either.

"So, what are you in for?" spoke the man.

"I don't believe that is any of your business," answered Kyoya. The last thing he wanted was to be reminded as to why he was here by a total stranger

The gruff man rolled his eyes. "I was just trying to make conversation. The name's Kasonoda."

"I don't believe I asked for your name."

"Oh, you're one of THOSE types of people," stated Kasonoda flatly. His lips twitched into a small smirk. "Don't worry, you won't be for long." He turned his attention to the neighboring cell holding the only 2 people he really trusted. "Oi Honey, what time you getting out?" Kyoya couldn't help being curious. He was well aware of the existence of "prison bitches" & with a name like "Honey"… Kyoya turned his head to the neighboring cell. A small, blond haired boy was standing behind the bars aside a much taller & stoic looking man. Thin metal wires stitched the boy's mouth halfway shut & a slightly torn pink bunny was dangling from his right hand. Kyoya's eyes widened ever so slightly. From what he had read, the wires were the punishment for Gluttony. Spending so much time in the office, he had never actually seen the physical punishments. He had seen the aftermath, of course, but nothing like this. According to the newspaper, the wires are eventually removed. But, wasn't it illegal to punish a child for Gluttony? Kyoya turned back to stare at the ground. Then again, after what he went through today, he wasn't so sure about anything anymore.

FLASHBACK

"When should I be expecting to make bail, Mr. Suoh?" asked Kyoya.

"Call me Tamaki and…well…" Tamaki scratched his cheek sheepishly. "I don't know if I can get you bail."

Kyoya narrowed his eyes. "What?"

Tamaki visibly shivered at his client's glare. "Y-you see, people who are charged with multiple counts of a Sin usually aren't given bail."

Kyoya grimaced mentally. Perhaps these laws weren't as beneficial as he once thought they were. "So what am I expected to do now-" He pushed up his glasses. "Friend?"

Tamaki's eyes sparkled at the title, not picking up on the sarcasm. "Worry not Kyoya! I will do everything in my power to help you!"

"And in the meantime?"

"Well, you'll be booked like any other arrested individual."

Kyoya's glasses gleamed. "You mean like a criminal." It was not a question.

Tamaki stayed quiet for a moment. "When someone is arrested, there is no such thing as special treatment," he answered, carefully.

The gleam in Kyoya's glasses disappeared. "I see. I suppose I will meet the woman prosecuting me as well."

Tamaki's eyes lit up in excitement as he remembered that Haruhi would be coming. "Yes! You'll love her! My 'daughter' is so kind and smart and…" Kyoya's attention quickly waned as the- in his opinion- dumb blonde began to, once again, flood the room with words of praise and adoration for Ouran's prosecutor. It was clear now to him that the two were in no way related to one another. Tamaki was clearly smitten with her. Kyoya could practically see a field of little pink hearts surrounding the blonde as he gushed on.

"Ahem!" coughed someone rudely, gaining both men's attentions. Tamaki blinked a few times at the person before his gaze hardened in seriousness.

"What are you doing here, Kuze?" asked Tamaki. "Your role in the 'justice' process is over."

Takeshi leaned lazily against the wall with crossed arms. "I work here, dumbass," he answered smartly.

Tamaki frowned. "You know what I meant." Kyoya couldn't help a curious glance between the two. Given the glares they were currently giving each other, there was obviously some kind of grudge between them.

Takeshi closed his eyes and uncrossed his arms with a smirk. "Ok, Suoh..." He opened his eyes. "You see, Kyoya and I are old pals and I was thinking that he would be more comfortable being booked by someone he knows. You know how…invasive…the process could get."

Tamaki stared hard at Takeshi as he debated the truthfulness of the man's words. Kyoya, meanwhile, only rolled his eyes. He knew what Takeshi was trying to do. Was he honestly arrogant enough to think he could intimidate him?

"Wouldn't the fact that we have a past make accompanying me a conflict of interest?" stated Kyoya indifferently.

"Yes! Exactly!" exclaimed Tamaki. "It would be a conflict of interest for you to have any more involvement with my client!"

Takeshi waved at Tamaki dismissively and walked to Kyoya. "If you have a problem with it, Suoh, you're more than welcome to put it in writing and take it up with my superiors. Of course, by then, everything will already be said and done."

Tamaki frowned, knowing he had been defeated. "Harm him in anyway and you can be sure I'll do far worse than send a complaint to your boss."

Takeshi smirked. "Oh dear me, I'm shaking in my boots," he stated sarcastically. Turning his attention to Kyoya, he grabbed the young man's arm and yanked him up roughly. "Come on, old friend, let's get this party started."

"Yes, let's get this over with," said Kyoya, as he was led away. His tone of voice may have come across as calm, but the momentary gleam Tamaki caught from behind Kyoya's now lopsided glasses was more than enough to betray that. Tamaki swallowed thickly as his body shook slightly. What he saw in client's eyes, wasn't irritation like before, but anger…and it was beyond frightening.

Haruhi let out a sigh of relief as the clock struck noon. "Finally, a break," she muttered to herself. From her desk drawer, she took out the bento she had made before work. It was nothing special, just leftovers from the night before. She had no sooner picked up her chopsticks before an out of breath Tamaki came bursting in. She put down her chopsticks back down.

"What do you need?" asked Haruhi dully. So much for her lunch break.

Kyoya remained quiet as he was taken into a mostly empty white room. There was a single, small changing curtain & it didn't take a genius to figure out the purpose of it. Kyoya's eyes narrowed as he was led behind the curtain and uncuffed.

"Take 'em off & place your hands against the wall," stated Takeshi, smartly.

"You know full well that there is no weapon or contraband of any sort on my person," said Kyoya.

"Maybe so, but, then again, I could be wrong," he smirked. "Be sure to toss the clothes out so I can check them."

Gritting his teeth, Kyoya took off his glasses and began to remove his clothes. He removed his shoes and socks first. He winced slightly when his bare feet came into contact with the cold floor. Next, was his suit blazer followed by his dress shirt. The room was cold as well and he couldn't suppress the shiver that shook his lean body. His belt and pants were next and, after throwing them out to Takeshi, he placed his hands on the wall as instructed. Takeshi went behind the curtain and shook his head, gesturing to Kyoya's boxers.

"Nuh uh; ALL of the clothes, Ootori." Kyoya didn't move and Takeshi crossed his arms. "What's the matter? Do you have something to be ashamed about?"

Taking a breath Kyoya placed his fingers in the hem of his boxers. "Not at all," he replied, sliding them off his body. Takeshi looked Kyoya up and down. The man was not muscular, but he was lean. His ever so slightly tanned skin stood out amongst the room's dull features. Takeshi looked down and frowned. Much to his annoyance, Kyoya did not have anything to be ashamed about. Takeshi pulled out a pair of latex gloves from his pocket. He supposed he had to do something about that. "If you are finished ogling my body, I would like to put my clothes back on," stated Kyoya. Fire flared in Takeshi's eyes as he crushed Kyoya against the wall angrily.

"Listen here you little shit," he growled. "Don't think I give a flying fuck about what Suoh said earlier; if you intend on getting to your cell in one piece I suggest you keep your fucking mouth shut! However-" Kyoya heard the snap of plastic behind him. "If that's the way you roll," continued Takeshi. "Who am I to not oblige?"

Kyoya let out a muffled cry as two long fingers were roughly shoved into his anus.

"Do you like that?" whispered Takeshi, harshly. He spread his fingers slightly & Kyoya let out another cry. "Male cavity searches aren't usually my thing so I might be a little rusty." He wriggled his fingers around a little before jerking them out, leaving a pained Kyoya panting against the wall. Takeshi unpinned Kyoya and began to turn him towards him. "That's a good boy, now let's see the front..." In seconds, Takeshi was on the floor. He didn't even see Kyoya's punch coming nor did he see the second hit which left him bleeding. Kyoya glared down at Takeshi with clenched fists. This man…

"Kyoya!" came a familiar cry. Kyoya turned his head in surprise to see Tamaki running towards him. The blonde grabbed his shoulders and shook him slightly. "Are you alright?! What did he do to you?!"

Takeshi spit blood out of his mouth and tried to stand. "I was only following protocol, Suoh," he growled.

"It sounded an awful like Lust to me," said another voice from the doorway. Takeshi turned and paled as an angry looking Haruhi glared at him. The man swallowed. He had forgotten the courthouse was right next to the police station. "In fact, I think that was EXACTLY what I heard."

"What the fuck?! I don't go for dudes!" yelled Takeshi.

Haruhi crossed her arms as a few police officers walked past her into the room. "Arrest him," she commanded them. As a bloody Takeshi was dragged away, cursing, an air of awkwardness blanketed the room.

"May I please put my clothes+ back on now?" asked Kyoya in annoyance, the slightest tinge of red on his cheeks. Tamaki and Haruhi blushed.

"O-of course," squeaked Haruhi, walking into the hall hurriedly.

"W-we're sorry!" stuttered Tamaki quickly turning around. Kyoya redressed and frowned at the new wrinkles and dust that marred the suit.

"I'm decent now," stated Kyoya to Tamaki. Tamaki turned back around to face his client. Kyoya put his glasses back on. "You knew he was going to do something to me, didn't you?"

Tamaki looked away. "Kuze has gotten a notorious reputation for abuse after the Seven Sins legislation was passed," he stated. "However, he always guised his abuse as 'protocol' so he couldn't be arrested."

"So you used me as bait?" asked Kyoya. Tamaki began waving his hands in front of him in a panic.

"N-n-no! I could never-I wouldn't-!"

Kyoya dusted his clothes off. "You're far more clever than I gave you credit for." Tamaki stopped. "Perhaps you really are the counsel I need."