[Team Three] I Shouldn't Be Here
Starting off the new round for Team Three! YAY! Please look after me. I'll try my best to be a good captain but I can be pretty airheaded @.@ So fingers crossed!
So, since it's prison AU, there's this song from a prison musical with the same title that I absolutely love and therefore shall link it here. I actually have the DVD for Bad Girls so if you wanna watch the whole thing just hmu in the comments or DM and I'll send you my copy. ^_^ The story continues from where my last post left off~ Enjoy!
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“These orange jumpsuits look absolutely hideous,” Watanabe commented as he put his on. He pulled his zipper up to his chest, leaving the white collar of his inner t-shirt exposed.
“They’re meant to be hideous so people can spot you from a mile away... in the odd chance that you escape,” Iwamoto replied drily.
Watanabe rolled his eyes, groaning in annoyance. “Know it all.”
Iwamoto eyed his partner in silence. The guy was furious, annoyed since Kouchi broke the news to them down at the police station. You could see it not only on his face but also in his body language, the way his heel bounced impatiently on the floor if they made him wait any longer than three seconds.
They were both escorted to the room where they took the mug shots. Watanabe went first, standing in the spot marked for him, then Iwamoto. The latter thought that they were the only newcomers that day but a third joined the line, walking in to take his place beside Iwamoto. He was lanky, almost as tall as Iwamoto but with much less muscle on his bones. He had big eyes and a docile looking face. At first glance, Iwamoto wouldn’t have passed him as a criminal. The newcomer was silent, but it was obvious he was as annoyed as Watanabe was if not more.
Flash went the light and they were instructed to turn to the side. Iwamoto swore he could feel the burn of the other’s gaze on his back but when they turned back, the guy was no longer looking.
The rest of the trip was silent and unmemorable. The trio were then escorted past doors locked by keycards, deep down narrow depressing linoleum corridors, until they reached a holding room. There they changed guards and were further escorted one by one into their allotted cells by men flanking them on each side.
“Meals are at nine, one, and then six,” one of the guards told him as he unlocked his handcuffs. “You can shower once a day and your duties will be assigned to you according to the roster tomorrow.”
Iwamoto nodded, in no mood to speak, ask questions, or kick up a fuss. Not even bothered to spare the guard a glance or remember his face.
“Looks like your next meal is at six. Lucky you. Some people don’t get a meal on their first day.”
At least he seemed sincere.
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“Can't eat this crap,” Watanabe sighed, dropping his spoon in disgust. “Ughhh the sauce is just made from powdered flavouring!” He rubbed at his face in aggravation, sinking deeper into his chair.
“At least there's rice,” Iwamoto offered, but it obviously didn't make his partner feel any better.
Watanabe shot him an unappreciative stare. “Why are you so calm about this? Aren't you mad at all? That rich kid that took over the agency practically left us here to die.”
“Taiga wouldn't.”
“How are you so sure? It's probably too much effort for him to bail us out. He could just pretend he couldn't do anything to help and you'd be none too wiser and just believe him… Also, since when were you two on a first name basis?”
Iwamoto never got to answer that question.
“Hey, you're the other two new guys, right? Am I being left out already? Don't newbies usually stick together?”
They both looked up to see the docile-looking guy who came in with them. A sad smile hung on his lips. He seemed smart enough to know he wasn't welcome but Iwamoto doubted that he had anywhere else to go.
“The name's Abe by the way,” he furnished them with information as he took a seat, not bothering to ask. Smart move, considering how Watanabe looked ready to snipe at him.
“What’re you doing? You can’t sit with us,” Watanabe sneered.
Abe raised an eyebrow, taking a slow bite of his food. If Iwamoto didn’t know better, he’d have assumed that was a taunting gesture.
“You picking a fight?” Watanabe asked, standing up to loom over the other.
Abe stood up as well, looking down on Watanabe. “Anyone here can see you’re the one picking the fight.”
“What’s your problem, newbie?”
“Says the newbie himself.”
Before Iwamoto could try to calm the two of them down, Watanabe launched a punch at Abe’s face.
The taller one leaned backwards, stumbling just out of reach. He backed away a few steps, a movement somehow so familiar. And then it dawned on him; this was the guy in the mask that had attacked them in Matsumura’s apartment.
“You?!” Iwamoto exclaimed.
A smirk tugged at Abe’s lips. “Don’t recognize me without the gas mask, eh?”
Only then it clicked for Watanabe. He let out a frustrated scream, grabbing the other by the collar. “YOU! You’re the reason why we’re in here!” He aimed another punch for Abe’s jaw but Abe caught him by the wrist.
With one swift tug, Abe twisted Watanabe’s arm behind his back. He let out a groan, before he headbutted Abe in the nose. This time it connected in a painful thud. The taller one reeled backwards, dizzy from the pain.
A drop of blood ran down his nose, and he lifted a finger to wipe it away. “Fuck, there’s blood already?” Abe muttered to himself, glaring at Watanabe.
With quick steps, he advanced towards Watanabe, socking him in the face so quickly, he didn’t have a chance to move out of the way.
“Now we’re even.”
Iwamoto stepped in between them now. “Guys! It’s only the first day! Quit it!”
“Oh yeah, couldn’t step in sooner, could you?” Watanabe complained, cradling his sore cheek.
Abe shrugged. “Fine, you’re not worth getting bloody for anyway,” he said before storming off to find something to clean the blood off his face.
“Shota, you probably shouldn’t do stuff like that. You’re gonna get in trouble with the guards soon enough. What if they extend your sentence?”
Watanabe sits back down at the table. “What does it matter? What’s another month or another year, when we shouldn’t be here.”
defiancebyfire, take the wheel!~
So, since it's prison AU, there's this song from a prison musical with the same title that I absolutely love and therefore shall link it here. I actually have the DVD for Bad Girls so if you wanna watch the whole thing just hmu in the comments or DM and I'll send you my copy. ^_^ The story continues from where my last post left off~ Enjoy!
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“These orange jumpsuits look absolutely hideous,” Watanabe commented as he put his on. He pulled his zipper up to his chest, leaving the white collar of his inner t-shirt exposed.
“They’re meant to be hideous so people can spot you from a mile away... in the odd chance that you escape,” Iwamoto replied drily.
Watanabe rolled his eyes, groaning in annoyance. “Know it all.”
Iwamoto eyed his partner in silence. The guy was furious, annoyed since Kouchi broke the news to them down at the police station. You could see it not only on his face but also in his body language, the way his heel bounced impatiently on the floor if they made him wait any longer than three seconds.
They were both escorted to the room where they took the mug shots. Watanabe went first, standing in the spot marked for him, then Iwamoto. The latter thought that they were the only newcomers that day but a third joined the line, walking in to take his place beside Iwamoto. He was lanky, almost as tall as Iwamoto but with much less muscle on his bones. He had big eyes and a docile looking face. At first glance, Iwamoto wouldn’t have passed him as a criminal. The newcomer was silent, but it was obvious he was as annoyed as Watanabe was if not more.
Flash went the light and they were instructed to turn to the side. Iwamoto swore he could feel the burn of the other’s gaze on his back but when they turned back, the guy was no longer looking.
The rest of the trip was silent and unmemorable. The trio were then escorted past doors locked by keycards, deep down narrow depressing linoleum corridors, until they reached a holding room. There they changed guards and were further escorted one by one into their allotted cells by men flanking them on each side.
“Meals are at nine, one, and then six,” one of the guards told him as he unlocked his handcuffs. “You can shower once a day and your duties will be assigned to you according to the roster tomorrow.”
Iwamoto nodded, in no mood to speak, ask questions, or kick up a fuss. Not even bothered to spare the guard a glance or remember his face.
“Looks like your next meal is at six. Lucky you. Some people don’t get a meal on their first day.”
At least he seemed sincere.
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“Can't eat this crap,” Watanabe sighed, dropping his spoon in disgust. “Ughhh the sauce is just made from powdered flavouring!” He rubbed at his face in aggravation, sinking deeper into his chair.
“At least there's rice,” Iwamoto offered, but it obviously didn't make his partner feel any better.
Watanabe shot him an unappreciative stare. “Why are you so calm about this? Aren't you mad at all? That rich kid that took over the agency practically left us here to die.”
“Taiga wouldn't.”
“How are you so sure? It's probably too much effort for him to bail us out. He could just pretend he couldn't do anything to help and you'd be none too wiser and just believe him… Also, since when were you two on a first name basis?”
Iwamoto never got to answer that question.
“Hey, you're the other two new guys, right? Am I being left out already? Don't newbies usually stick together?”
They both looked up to see the docile-looking guy who came in with them. A sad smile hung on his lips. He seemed smart enough to know he wasn't welcome but Iwamoto doubted that he had anywhere else to go.
“The name's Abe by the way,” he furnished them with information as he took a seat, not bothering to ask. Smart move, considering how Watanabe looked ready to snipe at him.
“What’re you doing? You can’t sit with us,” Watanabe sneered.
Abe raised an eyebrow, taking a slow bite of his food. If Iwamoto didn’t know better, he’d have assumed that was a taunting gesture.
“You picking a fight?” Watanabe asked, standing up to loom over the other.
Abe stood up as well, looking down on Watanabe. “Anyone here can see you’re the one picking the fight.”
“What’s your problem, newbie?”
“Says the newbie himself.”
Before Iwamoto could try to calm the two of them down, Watanabe launched a punch at Abe’s face.
The taller one leaned backwards, stumbling just out of reach. He backed away a few steps, a movement somehow so familiar. And then it dawned on him; this was the guy in the mask that had attacked them in Matsumura’s apartment.
“You?!” Iwamoto exclaimed.
A smirk tugged at Abe’s lips. “Don’t recognize me without the gas mask, eh?”
Only then it clicked for Watanabe. He let out a frustrated scream, grabbing the other by the collar. “YOU! You’re the reason why we’re in here!” He aimed another punch for Abe’s jaw but Abe caught him by the wrist.
With one swift tug, Abe twisted Watanabe’s arm behind his back. He let out a groan, before he headbutted Abe in the nose. This time it connected in a painful thud. The taller one reeled backwards, dizzy from the pain.
A drop of blood ran down his nose, and he lifted a finger to wipe it away. “Fuck, there’s blood already?” Abe muttered to himself, glaring at Watanabe.
With quick steps, he advanced towards Watanabe, socking him in the face so quickly, he didn’t have a chance to move out of the way.
“Now we’re even.”
Iwamoto stepped in between them now. “Guys! It’s only the first day! Quit it!”
“Oh yeah, couldn’t step in sooner, could you?” Watanabe complained, cradling his sore cheek.
Abe shrugged. “Fine, you’re not worth getting bloody for anyway,” he said before storming off to find something to clean the blood off his face.
“Shota, you probably shouldn’t do stuff like that. You’re gonna get in trouble with the guards soon enough. What if they extend your sentence?”
Watanabe sits back down at the table. “What does it matter? What’s another month or another year, when we shouldn’t be here.”
defiancebyfire, take the wheel!~