No Way Out - 8/10
Title: No Way Out
Pairing: (if I tell you, you'd know everything) a little bit of Sakuraiba, Ohba and Ohmiya friendship
Genre: action, friendship, slight angstSummary: Sakurai Sho is an investigative journalist who is working against the the new Law No. 102883. As he stayed longer inside the Mori Penitentiary, more and more secrets would be uncovered, particularly about the person who killed his parents, the enigmatic Oni. What other secrets does this prison contain?
A/N: Gomen! This update's quite late. I just came from a wonderful trip somewhere and because of that, I'll probably release a special drabble series. Just wait for it... For now, I hope you all enjoy the next chapter of this fic. I think this chapter probably answers a lot of questions. But if you find any loophole... (my head's now striped green and yellow like Korosensei, I'm so sorry).
Prologue
Chapter 1: No Escape
Chapter 2: No Barrier
Chapter 3: No Loopholes
Chapter 4: No Lies
Chapter 5: No Sanity
Chapter 6: No Truth
Chapter 7: No Family
Chapter 8: No Memories
“Sakurai!” Nino shouted, entering Jun’s cell. He was nowhere to be found. “Jun, where the hell is Sakurai?”
Jun could not speak. It was as if he had seen a ghost. “O-oni?” he said. The others looked at their former leader.
“Oni?”
“You’re alive?”
“Excuse me,” Nino corrected them with a smug look on his face. “It’s Ohno. Ohno Satoshi.”
Ohno’s serene face was changed by his devilish smirk, an expression that showed how he ruled this place. “Jun,” he called the man, who stood up. “Let’s go.”
“Y-yes…” he said, standing up and following the two.
“J,” Toma called out. “Oni,” he also acknowledged the other one. “What the hell is this?”
“We’re going to destroy this prison,” Jun said.
“I think we need a riot to spice things up,” Nino said, his arms folded, a sinister smile on his lips.
The other prisoners nodded at him. Ohno, followed by Jun and Nino, made their way out of the cell and walked towards the middle of the prison, where the trees were. The other prisoners made their way out as well to create the riot as planned.
“We have to move fast. Sakurai could be with that crazy shithead…” Nino was silenced by Ohno’s glare. Aiba was, after all, the one that he wanted to save.
“I think they’re in the counselling room,” Jun said. “Follow me.”
They were led by Jun to the area that was not usually visited by prisoners, going through the maze. Interestingly, no Black Ops stopped them; they were too busy handling the riot the prisoners created. However, before they could cross the bridge connecting the east building of the facility, in front of two large metal doors that guarded the other side, they were blocked by a squad of Black Ops, one of them holding a joystick-like figure similar with Noriko.
“Idiots. They think that would be able to stop us with their toys,” Nino sneered. He held out his wrist and removed his bracelet with a mocking smile. “Right back to you,” he said. They could not see the squad’s faces so they did not know if they were surprised with his act. With an unbelievable speed, he attacked the squad to destroy its security position using the bracelet. He had made it work for him; each hit produced a dose of the same poison that was supposed to kill the prisoner.
“Nino’s strength really isn’t the muscles,” Jun said, cocking his head from side to side to prepare. “Ohno-san…?”
Ohno just smiled before he approached the nearest soldier, brandishing the chains that held him prisoner. He used to them to strangle the man. Jun, on the other hand, let a man approached him. It was a wrong move as he was on the ground after a few seconds. It didn’t take long before the squad were all on the ground, writhing in pain or dead.
“Get inside, Ohno-san. Your friend needs you,” Nino said, pointing at the now unguarded door. Black Ops were suddenly coming in to stop the three. They probably figured out that the bracelets were deactivated and they could only rely on a physical battle to stop the prisoners. They raised their bats and tasers.
“Those idiots used computer-controlled weapons as it was explicitly stated in the law that guns are not allowed in the penitentiary,” Nino explained to no one in particular.
“So?” Jun asked.
“Being the genius that I am, they probably won’t be able to use them,” the computer addict replied with a smug look on his face. “I guess this is your department, J, but I’ll do my best.”
“Thanks…” Jun said, surprised by the attitude his former partner was showing. “Ohno-san, we’ll hold them back. I’m sure none of these bastards are inside; it’s forbidden. Go save Sakurai… and your friend.”
Ohno smiled in acknowledgement before opening the doors. Nino and Jun blocked the entrance side by side. The heavy doors closed with a bang.
“Let’s go partner,” Jun said before cracking his knuckles.
Nino smirked. “I kinda miss this, you know.”
***
“What is your name?” the kid asked.
“Satoshi,” he replied, not looking up from his sketch. “You should not talk to me, Aiba-sama.”
“Why not?” Aiba replied. “Am I scary?”
“No. You are the son of Mori-sama. A lowlife like me cannot talk to you like this,” he replied, turning away.
“Don’t worry. Father will not notice,” Aiba said with a friendly smile. “It’s always onee-chan that he notices. He won’t even look at me twice.”
“I see…” Ohno looked down and bit his lip. “Sorry, I made you feel bad.
He was met with a large smile. “To make me feel better, come on! Show me your drawing!”
***
Ohno kept his fists balled and steady on the desk.
“What is he doing here?”
“That filthy beggar! What is he doing in our class, anyway?” He could hear some of his classmates whispering. Even though he was silent, even though he knew his place, their words were really hurtful. He decided to get up and leave.
“Oi, Satoshi, why are you sulking?” his only friend, Aiba, asked him while he was hanging out on the rooftop.
“I knew it. I should have chosen a public school,” he said in a quiet voice.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Ohno Satoshi. You were the topnotcher in the entrance exam! They will not shoo you away,” his friend said in an encouraging manner.
“But... Masaki…”
“I promise you this, Satoshi. If they bully you, I will use everything in my power to stop them.”
“You are… sounding like your father,” Ohno replied sadly. “Don’t use your power against them, Masaki. I don’t deserve that kind of treatment.”
“But you do,” Aiba replied, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder while shaking him a bit. “You’re my only true friend. You are selfless and kind. I like you very much.”
Ohno awkwardly smiled before looking at his shoes. “I really like you too, Masaki. I mean, it’s not always that someone actually talks to me like I’m a real person.”
***
“What are you even proud of, Aiba? You’re just a bastard son!” one of their classmates said. The two friends were cornered by their other classmates. “You’re not even a real ‘Mori’!”
“Stop it. Please don’t hurt him,” Ohno said, but he was pushed away violently. He was held by the arms and he could not defend Aiba. He watched as they mocked his friend. They were not lying. The reason why Aiba could not be the heir of the Mori clan was because he was a son of his father from another woman. “Don’t listen to them, Masaki!”
They were different yet they were the same.
“Let me go!” Ohno finally said, using his strength to knock off the guys who were holding him. He ran towards Aiba and placed a protective arm around him. “Masaki! Masaki, hold on!” he said, helping him up.
They were about to be stopped but Ohno grabbed a glass bottle, smashed it, and used the jagged ends to threaten their classmates. “Get away or else!” he said. There was darkness in his eyes.
He helped his friend sit on his hard bed and raked his supplies for a first aid kit. His hands were shaking so he knocked a lot of things. “Silly, Satoshi. You’re losing your gracefulness. I’m not going to die. You don’t need to rush like that,” Aiba said, noticing how he lost his elegant stride.
Ohno blinked, trying to hide his tears. “I… I can’t let anyone hurt you, Masaki,” he said, stopping his search. He did not look at Aiba. “Never.”
“That’s so noble of you, Satoshi,” his best friend said, laughing a little. “But I should be the one to do that. You can’t do it on your own. You don’t have any influence over…”
“STOP IT!” Ohno shouted, looking at him. “Don’t talk like that! Your father’s poisoning your mind already! You are becoming like him! Next thing I know, you will be stepping on my face too.” He went towards his friend and kneeled in front of him. He had calmed down. “Please, Masaki. Stay… stay the same…” He touched Aiba’s hand.
“I… Do I really sound like my father now?” he replied, a little scared. “Please help me, Satoshi. I don’t want to be like him. Stay with me always! Please don’t make me forget!”
“I will, Masaki,” Ohno said with his soothing voice. He raised himself up and softly kissed Aiba.
This was the only thing they could do in a world where the two of them would never be accepted.
***
“Please remember everything I say to you, Sakurai-san…”
“Why are you saying these things?” Sho asked Aiba. He was panicking already, his breaths became shallower. He wondered if their mere presence in this ominous room could make his friend snap.
“It’s because of people like you that Satoshi is always in danger,” he said in a cold voice that was really unlike him. “I could not let him walk in a world with people who are ready to hurt him.”
“What are you talking about…?”
“Ohno Satoshi,” Aiba said as he went to the corner of the room. There were swords over there and he knew that they weren’t placed in the room as decoration. “That’s the name of my most precious person.”
Ohno Satoshi. “It couldn’t be,” Sho voiced out. “That was the name of the high school boy with the high profile case! Didn’t he… didn’t he kill your classmates?”
“I killed them! I killed all of them so that no one could hurt Satoshi!” Aiba said, half-furious, half-proud. “I know the likes of you, Sakurai-san. If you get out of here, you will tell the world that Satoshi is a bad person. He has endured too much pain already and I won’t let you do that!” He pointed the wooden sword at Sho.
“What… what are you going to do?” he asked, backing away.
Aiba ticked his fingers. “I had killed three boys in my high school year, all for my best friend’s sake. I also killed more when I tried to help him escape.” He put his hands down. “Ahh… I lost count. But one more death won’t hurt… ne?” he added with mock childishness.
“This is crazy! Aiba this is crazy!” the journalist shouted. “This is definitely not you! You told me… you told me everything, didn’t you? You’re not like this!”
“Nothing can stop him,” another voice softly said. Sho looked at the top corner of the room and found Noriko looking down at them. “His mind was conditioned to perfection.”
Sho looked at her with anger. “You! You manipulated him!”
She blinked a few times, her lips pursed in thought. “More like rehabilitated, Sakurai-san,” Noriko said with an all-knowing smile. “We need Masaki in the perfect condition before we send him to another penitentiary.”
“What do you mean?”
“He was brought here to get rid of any potential disasters. And you are one big disaster, Sakurai-san. We cannot let you live.”
It was the worst kind of manipulation: using Aiba’s love to make him do the most evil things.
“You know what to do, Masaki,” Noriko said with her expressionless voice.
His friend screamed as he tried to attack him with the wooden sword. It would definitely be his end if Aiba hits him on the head. “Aiba-san, get a hold of yourself!” he shouted as he tried avoiding him by hiding behind the other tables.
“Stop running away, Sakurai-san,” he said coldly with a soft smile. Sho found out that he was cornered as his back touched the cold wall. Aiba raised the object to give the killing blow.