Chapter 4

Kanda's POV

I lost all track of time as I while I was in my cell. It had felt like weeks, but I was sure it had only been a few days. Komui visited me several times, mostly to examine my neck, which healed in a day's time, but my voice never returned. He had to tell me that the bastard crows had removed an important section of my vocal cords. He also had to inform me that because of that missing piece, I may never be able to speak again.

It hurt my pride a little to be told that, like a slap to the face. The Bastards! They didn't care, they enjoyed hurting me. They enjoyed taking away the important things in my life, just like how they took Allen…

Komui would sometimes bring Johnny with him and they would teach me sign language. I found it so boring and pointless, but I learned anyway. It was the only distraction I had in that God forsaken prison cell. After each session, Komui would leave and Johnny would stay behind and teach me more useful things like how to sign; fuck you, bastard, and 'go to hell'. Signing was pointlessly easy, but at times I would mix up my signs and say something that makes absolutely no sense at all. Johnny would laugh and I would threaten him in sign. After Johnny left, I would get bored. I would work out, practice my signs, train a little by imagining that I still had Mugen, or I would meditate.

I slept only a little in the cell, sleep always eluded me.

At meal times, the guards would always slip something through the cell door's little metal compartment. The food that they gave me never looked edible; it either consisted of some type of green-brown goo with a slice of bread and water. I avoided eating the goo and only ate it when I had to, but I would take the water and bread. My thoughts would drift to Allen. If he was in a prison cell, I prayed that they at least fed him properly and gave him real food, not this unidentified shit.

I missed Allen. He was my everything and it is hard having to deal with the thought that Allen might be suffering. I loved him! The only thing I regret was that I never told him that enough, and now… I might never get to.