Written on 9/9/2014 for stephanericher on tumblr for the AU ficlet meme:
37. meeting in prison au
One of the first things that Shuuzou learned upon his arrival at juvenile detention was that in general, kids in for violent crimes - like Shuuzou, who was in for assault - were considered a different breed to your petty compulsive thieves, and your gang kids.
…and then, among all the rest of the low lives in here, there was Himuro Tatsuya, who was universally considered to be pretty much a different species.
Honestly, Shuuzou didn't know much about him, except that he was beautiful. There were all sorts of rumours about why a guy like Tatsuya was in here, but no one seemed to know for sure.
Shuuzou had been in there two weeks and heard various things from 'prostitution' to 'murder', especially after that huge fight that broke out last week where Tatsuya alone had broken two guys' ribs and three noses.
(the fact that Tatsuya, by virtue of being in juvie with the rest of them, was unlikely to be a prostitute, clearly flew right by the heads of most of the people here.)
That was when he decided to just go up and ask the kid himself. He could probably take Tatsuya in a fight if it went bad.
…probably.
Tatsuya tended to eat alone, since he didn't seem to fit with the other kids. It was easy enough for Shuuzou to head over and sit across from him, even though around them, whispers ran furiously.
Wary eyes looked up at him.
"So, I've heard a bunch of things," Shuuzou started, "but I wanted to ask, since the rest of the braindead lumps seem content to just speculate wildly. What are you in here for?"
A little smile quirked on Tatsuya's mouth. "You know," he said slowly. "No one's ever actually asked." He looked down at the food. "Grand theft auto," he said. "I took a few joyrides in some rich guy's cars."
Shuuzou couldn't help it. He snorted with laughter. "That's it?"
Written on 9/9/2014 for stephanericher on tumblr for the AU ficlet meme:
37. meeting in prison au
Tatsuya didn't seem to take offense. "That's it," he agreed. He propped his elbow on the table and leaned his head against his palm. "So you know who I am," he said, "but who are you, and what are you in for?"
Something about the gesture made Shuuzou know why some of the boys thought Tatsuya was a prostitute. It made his mouth run dry, as he came to full awareness that even with unflattering orange jumpsuit washing out his skin tone, Tatsuya was almost unbelievably beautiful, and he made the simple act of looking at him from that one eye, lips slightly curved, seductive.
"Nijimura. Shuuzou," he managed to get out around his suddenly clumsy tongue. "Assault."
There was no break in his expression, but still, Tatsuya's response was one of surprise. "Curious. You don't look like a thug."
"I'm not."
Tatsuya's smile deepened. "You should tell me your story, then. I think I'd like to hear it."