Define Freedom
Title: Define Freedom
Author: demon_rays
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Gackt, Hyde and Kyo is mentioned. (I couldn't help myself, I had to do it. XD)
Summary: Just because you're a prison guard, doesn't mean you're tough and careful...and just because you've done it, doesn't mean make you gulity. In Gackts P.O.V
Warnings: Whining, violence, gun waving, heavy ataunting, Solitary confienment cells, and silly criminal mischief...and eventual Gakuhai. XD
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves...yes even Kyo's pranks are his own. XD
I fucking hate my job....but then again, it was my stupidity for taking such a job. Unless you're on a power trip that will never end, and you like the idea of pushing people around as brutally as you'd like, being a prison gaurd is not for you, and it's not for me either. I wish I could just quit, but part of me feels as if I have nothing in particular that would get me far in life besides this...ah...the irony of it all. I guess it's because my father worked in prisons and that's what everyone expected of me...Mm...oh well.
To make it worse, I had the worst shift of all, the night one. At night the most spontanious things happen, like you catch criminals in cells they shouldn't be in, doing things that they shouldn't be. No it's not always sex, sometimes it's murder, or gambling, or fighting, or selling things, making things, or getting tattoos that aren't safe for them.
My coworkers love this shift, while I absolutly loath it. Well anyway, half of them were on leave, for one reason or another, and it was rather quiet this evening. No one was doing anything, and it surprised me. Normally I'd at least get something thrown at me, by prisoner #55209 with the alias Kyo...but he was actually asleep...scary.
On nights that run slow and peaceful, I either go get a snack, only to be bullied by my coworkers, or go into one of the empty solitary cells. I know it's not a good idea to go into any of these, but it's the only place where I can get real peace, not to mention the fact that the dark soothes my sensitive eyes. Well the first mistake I made that night, was going into the break room, and sure enough my coworkers were fucking with me. "So, did Kyo throw shit at you again Camui?" Toru asked. He was my superior but he acted like an idiot teenager...and it was annoying. He's thrity five but you couldn't tell he takes care of himself so religiously.
"No sir." I replied looking elsewhere.
"It's a good thing we're here, otherwise someone would probably make you his bitch." a coworker teased. His name was of no importance to me...so I forget it...on purpose.
"Yeah, sure." I sighed, before getting up.
"Where are you going?" Toru asked, grabbing my shoulder.
"To get a smoke." I lied, pulling away. To tell you the truth, I don't smoke cigarettes, and I haven't for six years, but I tell them that, so I can go to my hiding places without worrying about anyone worrying about me...well if you call the incessent nagging and teasing worrying. I love sitting in cells like these, they're quiet, dark, and I don't have to worry about anyone seeing the torment that builds up on my face every night.
I got on the cot and sighed heavily, staring at the wall...when all of a sudden, I heard someone move from the corner of the tiny cell...fuck...I was in a occupied cell. Before I could react, someone tackled me hard, sending me harshly to the ground. A strong, lithe body pinned me to the floor, but when he tried to grab my wrists, I started swinging at him as hard as I could. He grunted, when my fist collided with the top of his head...meaning that this man was short. I gasped in surprise and pain, as a small fist smashed into my throat, stunning me.
A hand quickly got hold of my gun, and it was pressed to my forehead. "Stop fighting me, or I'll have to kill you." a calm voice ordered firmly, stopping me from doing the next thing that came to mind, and that was grabbing his wrist to yank his arm away.
"You won't get away with this." I gasped, wincing...and still contemplating on whether or not I should do that.
"It doesn't matter." the man replied casually. "I can't stay here another night...or I'll die anyway."
"You shouldnt have acted out..that's what got you in solitary remember?" I asked, as my heart sped up. I'm in a dark cell, with a man...who has a gun pointed at my head...how the hell did this happen?
"You don't get it do you? It's interesting, how a man who guards lifers every night doesn't understand what I mean when I say I can't stay here another night." my captor mocked cooly.
"That really isn't funny." I dared to utter, feeling as agitated as I was frightened.
"I really don't care. We're either going to sit like this, or you're going to help me get out of here." the man warned darkly.
"Why should I help you?" I asked.
"Because you like living." The man replied, placing the gun under my chin. "Don't you Camui-san?"
"....Fine." I scoffed, feeling humiliated. What the hell? Even the prisoners mock me!
"I'm going to get off of you, and you're going to behave, or I'll shoot you." the prisoner warned.
"I won't do anything, I promise." I said lamely...God how pathetic am I really? He got off me and I stood up.
"Now, open the door slowly, and make sure no one is around." I walked over to the door slowly, and opened the cell enough to stick my head out. To my horror and excitement, no one was near us...great. Well in a good way of looking at this, I might lose my job that I hate so much. "No one's here." I whispered.
"Good, now open the cell...and walk out as if nothing's wrong." the prisoner ordered. I did as I was told...and started to turn my head, to figure out who it was doing this to me. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." he warned. I faced forward, as my heart slammed into my chest. I can't believe this shit is happening...to me of all people.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"The parking garage for the police cars." the prisoner replied.
"How do we do that without you getting caught?" I asked, wondering if this guy thought it out all the way through.
"Turn into the laundry room."
"In there?"
"Yes." the prisoner ordered, his voice darkening slightly. I did as I was told, and walked through a specail doorway that I never heard of...and here I was...in the parking garage.
"You know this place very well don't you?" I asked in awe.
"I've been here for a very long time...of course I do." The prisoner sighed heavily, before he walked ahead of me all of a sudden, he turned to face me, aiming the gun at me steadily. My jaw dropped at the sight of the small man. I don't know what his name is, because I never dealt with him before. I've seen him plenty of times, but I never heard him speak and I never seen him get into trouble...he would just go to his cell and go straight to his cot...every now and then he'd steal a flash light to read something, but other then that, he behaved...so what the fuck was he doing in the solitary cell? His shoulder blade length black hair was pulled into a neat ponytail as always, and his large hardened dark eyes narrowed, as he stared at me. "I know you have a key to this car right here....unlock it." he ordered, tilting his head towards my favorite police car...one that I chose as my getaway car...for a day when I can't take working here anymore....even though, the reason I'm allowed to have this key, is for when a criminal an escape and we have to chase him to get him back.
"How did you kn-?" I started when he silenced my query.
"Hurry up before I'm caught!" he shouted at me. I walked over to it and with shaking hands, I unlocked it. "Get in the drivers seat." I did as I was told, and watched, as he opened the door to the back seat, he sat on the floor in the middle, shutting the door. "Now, calmly drive us out of here."
"What are you going to do if you get caught?" I asked, when the gun pressed firmly to my side.
"I told you, I'm either leaving or dying." my captor snapped at me. I started to pull out, when Toru popped up out of nowhere, standing in front of the car.
"Camui, what the fuck are you doing?" he demanded, slamming his hands on the hood.
"I-" I started, when my captor casually sat up some, pressing the gun to my head.
"Get out of the way, or I'm going to shoot him." he warned darkly.
"And we'll take your ass to death row Takarai!" Toru snapped. The prisoner smiled.
"All of that won't be neccisarry. You either let us go, or I shoot him, then myself." Takarai warned, wrapping an arm around my neck, pinning me to the car seat. "I don't like hurting people, but you leave me no choice. I can't stay here any longer, and nothing will keep me here, not even my own heartbeat. So unless you want to clean out some permanent blood stains, I suggest you get out of the fucking way."
It was scary how deep his resolve was...I don't even want to know what he's done to end up here. Toru stepped away from the car and stared at me with slight worry and annoyance. "You're a terrible police guard!" he spat....I don't know whether or not to feel insulted by that remark, so I just stared at him blankly...not even bothering to ask him for help.
"Ignore him and drive." Takarai ordered, tightening his grip on me slightly. I did as I was told, and barely made it out of the prison gates, when they tried to close it on us.
- - -
I have no idea how long we've been driving, but the sun had long since risen, and my captor and I were still wide awake despite everything. My gas tank was getting low, and I couldn't help but wonder what plans he had in store for me. "What are you going to do?" I asked, slightly nervous. Many ideas of what my captor was capable of doing to me filling my brain to the brim...what the fuck am I dealing with exactly?
"I don't know." he confessed, still pointing the gun at me, as he sat on the floor. "I haven't seen the world since I was sixteen years old....and I have no idea what to do with myself."
"Then why did you leave?" I asked, glancing at him.
".....If you were trapped in a world you didn't belong in, and you didn't deserve to be in? Wouldn't you grow tired of it eventually?"
"....I suppose." I sighed, looking at the gas tank. I guess he was an innocent...if that's the case then I think I'd run away too.
"We're getting low," he sighed.
"What do we do now?" I asked.
"They're going to be looking for this car soon, so why don't we steal another?" Takarai suggested.
"I guess that's a good idea." I mumbled, feeling weird. I'm helping a criminal against my will, still wearing my police uniform, and he's still in his prison clothes...how the hell are we going to get far?
"Let's take that one." Takarai suggested, pointing at a nice looking S.U.V. I parked next to it, to see a group of barely grown boys playing around a few miles away from it...around a bonfire. Takarai walked over to the van and smiled. "I can't believe they left the keys in the car." he sighed. "Get in." I did as I was told, and he climbed into the back seat, shutting the door.
"HEY!!" Several voices shouted suddenly.
"The tank is full too, good." Takarai mused. "Get to driving." he ordered. I hit the gas as hard as I could, flying off. Takarai picked up a bag and opened it, to find clothes inside. "In a little while, you're going to have to pull over." he said casually smiling slightly.
"Why?" I asked, driving in a slower speed.
"I found some clothes for us." he replied. "These clothes are in our sizes...aren't we lucky?"
"I guess, but this isn't going to solve anything." I tried. "If we get caught you're life will be worse then-"
"My life will end. I'm serious with what I said Camui-san, I'm going to die if they catch me." Takarai corrected, as he started changing his clothes. "The only person you're going to have to worry about, is yourself and how you're going to handle seeing me die...if that happens."
"I have a question," I piped up.
"What?"
"....Why were you in Solitary confinement?"
"I put myself there on purpose." Takarai replied bluntly.
"....Why would you do that? Most prisoners hate it in there!" I asked, slightly shocked. I remember seeing grown men CRY for having to go to those cells.
"Because I knew if I kept quiet, you'd eventually come in." Takarai said raising an eyebrow, as I glanced at him.
"...Huh?" I asked, my eyes widening.
"A few fellow prisoners mentioned a few times, that they would be quietly sitting in their cell, debating on hurting themselves so they could leave, when you'd open the cell and sit on their cot, but because you never did or said anything to them, they didn't mind your presence, and besides, you're a very nice guy compared to the other guards, so they never felt threatened. Also, when you're in Solitary for even an hour, you end up wishing to at least see SOMEONE, anyone would do, so when you come in people get delighted believe it or not." Takarai explained. "So I knew if I was in Solitary, you'd eventually walk into my cell, and you did...seven times."
My eyes widened. "Seven?" I asked, feeling very stupid.
"Yes, seven...one of those times, you were very upset." the prisoner sighed. "Do the other guards really bother you that much?"
"....Yes." I replied, glowering at the road.
"I kind of figured that, it's kind of why I chose you." Takarai confessed.
"You mean, you....why would you do that?" I asked, twitching from head to toe.
"Turn into that field over there. " I did as asked, and stopped at his order. "Now get out." I climbed out the S.U.V, with him following me. He threw the clothes at me. "Get dressed."
"Um...could you-?"
"Why so you could run away? I don't think so." Takarai scoffed. I blushed, as I started taking off my uniform. To imagine that this is what prisoners deal with on a daily basis...I really feel for them now. This must be very humiliating to them. When I finished changing into the clothes, that really weren't me in any way, Takarai tilted his head, staring at me. "Hm, that really doesn't suit you." he said, before ordering me back into the S.U.V. I started to put the keys back into the ignition, when Takarai grabbed my wrist.
"What is it?" I asked.
"We've been gone for twelve hours. You must be tired." he said, gently.
"Um...not really." I admitted. It's hard to be tired, when you're being held at gunpoint with your life hanging on a thread.
"Well you should be. Get in the back seat and sleep, while I drive." Takarai ordered.
"But-" I began, when he pointed the gun at my face. "Fine," I climbed in the back seat, while Takarai took my place at the wheel. I watched as he pulled out, and started off. I had no idea where he was taking me, but something told me that there was no point in worrying, after all, my life has been filled with living without many forms of freedom. After a while of watching him drive, not even bothering to look at me, I found myself drifting off against my will....dreaming of my life being far better then it ever was.
This has been in my head for the longest...but for a few reasons I took forever to even start on it, one is because I was busy, and the second one being, this is unusual for even me...what do you guys think? *tilts head*