Allen plopped down on the worn sofa and opened the folder carefully, not to lose any of the pages inside. In the folder were details about Kanda. Allen skimmed through the plainly stated information about his birthday, family and previous address. He slowed his reading when he found the place he was looking for, the reason for Kanda's arrest.
At 9:05 pm, the Greenbridge police received a call from the Tiedoll residence and hurried to the scene. Upon arrival, the two officers discovered the corpses of Froi Tiedoll and two of his adoptive sons. After calling for back up, the two officers searched the house for the remaining child. Kanda Yuu, age 9, was found sitting in the basement clutching a bloodied katana. The katana in question was used to murder the three. Upon questioning the child said he was not present for the murder and did not kill his family. But evidence suggests that he was the murderer,and he was arrested just after. Kanda Yuu has been sentenced to life in prison without parole.
Allen closed the folder and tossed it onto the coffee table. There was so much he didn't understand, and he was warned not to mention the topic to Kanda. Allen sighed and stretched, letting out a yawn. Allen looked at the clock and frowned at the red dashes that told the time. It was well past midnight, and Allen grabbed the file from the table and headed down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. Allen quickly redressed into baggy sweats and climbed into the comfort of his warm bed. Allen instantly fell into a deep sleep.
Allen's alarm buzzed and Allen shook awake at the loud, repeating buzz. He slapped the clock until he hit the correct button and it stopped screaming. Allen moaned and slowly crawled from bed. He pulled open his drawers, pulled out an old concert T-shirt and skinny jeans. Allen lazily slipped on his jeans and put on his studded belt. He pulled on the T-shirt, then lazily fixed his hair in the cracked mirror. With a sigh, Allen grabbed his boots from the corner of the room and pulled them on. Allen his things and left the room to do his other morning tasks. He plopped his bag down on the kitchen table and Cross moaned from the couch.
"Not so loud!" Cross demanded, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Yes, Master. I've got to go in a minute the bus will be here soon to take me to the prison." Allen said grabbing the toast that popped and taking a large bite from both slices.
"Prison? What did you do?" Cross asked, completely forgetting what Allen was assigned.
"Nothing, Master. Remember, last week I said I'd be going to the prison to study an inmate or whatever. You read over the permission slip. Jesus, not my fault you're forgetful." Allen scolded and Cross used his hand to mimic Allen talking. Allen rolled his eyes, grabbed his bag and slammed the front door shut.
The bus pulled into the parking lot before the prison. Everyone unboarded and entered the facility. As Allen entered the building, Lenalee tapped on his shoulder, and he turned around and smiled.
"Everyone but you can just walk into their inmate's cell, well not walk but compared to getting into Kanda's it is. So, no need to follow them, just go to the front desk each day and I'll bring you there." Lenalee smiled and Allen nodded. "Well, we should get going."
"I guess we should, everyone as already left." Allen stated, gesturing to the empty room that housed the rest of his class just moments before. Lenalee led Allen down the same hallways as the day before and brought him through the same checks.
"Listen Allen, I have to run, you remeber which room was his right?" Lenalee asked as Allen grabbed his things from the bin. Allen nodded and Lenalee shoved the card into his hand. "Great, sorry to leave you like this, but I have to get back to work. Kanda can leave his room now, just be sure to go tell Lawrence, the guard over there, before you take him out of his room." Lenalee advised and Allen took a mental note. Lenalee turned and left Allen standing alone in the hallway. Allen managed to find the room once more, and he sighed before sliding the card through. The door unlocked and Allen knocked out of habit. Allen opened the door when he heard a muffled 'enter'.
Kanda sat on his bed leaning against the wall, the book from the day before in his lap, almost finished. Kanda shoved a ripped peice of paper between the pages to mark his place, before closing the book.
"Like to read?" Allen asked as he tried to read the cover of the book Kanda held.
"I hate reading, it's just something to pass the time." Kanda commented running his fingers over the worn cover and smiling slightly.
"What book are you reading then?"
"Hamlet...it was my adoptive father's favorite. On rainy nights he could be found reading this. I don't understand why he liked it so much."
"To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles..." Allen began reciting with a large smile. Kanda rolled his eyes and Allen stopped, chuckling slightly.
"I hope I don't bore you to death." Allen commented, sitting down beside Kanda on the bed.
"I've reread Hamlet and Lenalee's romance novels hundreds of times in the past ten years, I doubt you'll bore me that much." Kanda replied and Allen smiled a bit.
"If you want, I can bring you some new books you haven't read." Allen suggested
"That would be nice." Kanda replied, placing the book to the side and leaning his head onto the wall.