[fic] Akame prison
Somehow I just knew the year 2006 would be the year of changes. So it has. It started so well with increasing Akame-ness, Dream Boys and KAT-TUN debut but then there has been some sadness too that I've seen coming for quite some time now. My family is splitting apart with everyone going their own ways including my parents. And just last weekend we had two bloody burglars in our house! I was home and the police stormed in and informed me that we're being robbed. Talk about heartattacks. And my first reaction was like: You will never have my Fuji!computer no matter how much evidence you have against me downloading illegal JE-boys and hopefully soon some fake, or real!! :D, Akame pron! After the scandal with Ueda I have high hopes someone will post a link to the Akame pron video I am hunting after like whoa. The timing was so fitting too for that shock since I am writing on this prison fic have been for half a year already, but anyways...
Title: In his Care
Chapter: 1 out of a very very long fic - not for the faint of heart cuz this fic is like 144 pages on word and no where near finished.
Pairing: Akame, and lots of more
Fandom: mostly JE but fandoms come together in this fic so also some other idols may appear, Jboys all the way!
Rating: goes up to NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own a Jboy and I don't own a prison either.
Summary: Kamenashi Kazuya-chan is sentenced to prison for two years where he meets trouble and gangs. AU.
Final word: AU fic and very fanfic-fictional, meaning I don’t know nearly enough facts about prisons to write this story as real as possible and there are some stuff here that are completely different than how it should be in a real prison, but if that doesn’t annoy you then be my guest and read on and hopefully this fic will bring some entertainment to you ^___^ I'm only posting this here, yes, because I am that pansy...
Chapter 1
The cell doors slammed shut behind him as two guards led him down an endlessly long corridor. Silently Kamenashi Kazuya wondered how he had managed to screw his life up so much that he had ended up there. He wasn’t a criminal. Deep down inside he wasn’t.
The corridor ended and for the first time he saw other prisoners. They all watched him as the guards led him out into the big room they were gathered in. Freeing him from his handcuffs and handing him a pile of belongings the guards then closed one last cell door behind him and Kame was left to walk the last bit to his cell on his own. The cell had a number marked on the door, so he could confirm which one was his, and it was apparently located in the very far end of the west wing on the second floor.
Kame paused as he took a look around him. The room he had just entered was like one big dining room where prisoners hanged out. On his right he could see doors leading out to quite a large looking garden and it was probably where prisoners had a chance to go out and get some fresh air and exercise. On his left the kitchen seemed to be located and there was a line of prisoners waiting for their turn to get some food. He had arrived at lunchtime it seemed, but Kame wasn’t really hungry and he wanted to go find his cell first and settle down before doing anything else.
As he started to walk again, crossing through the big hall, he could feel eyes upon him all the time. Some prisoners sat by long tables in the room, while others looked down at him from a level higher, leaning against some pretty rusty looking steel railings. This prison was old, he suspected, and in serious need of some taking care of.
He lifted his head, glancing up at the second floor. The dining room lacked almost completely a ceiling that separated it from the floor above, so one could practically see to all the corners of the dining hall from the second level and it was as if his every move was being watched.
Kame had never been in a prison before so he didn’t know what to expect, but he sure hadn’t thought it’d be like this. He had more like imagined they would all be locked into separated cells for most of the time, not hang around as if they were on a great big camping trip together.
On slightly unsteady feet Kame had crossed the hall and started his way up some wide stairs. Reaching the second floor he entered a quite open space where, he was not only met by more prisoners but found that it was there the four different corridors, containing the prison’s actual cells, connected. It had been explained to him that all the cells were located only on the second floor apart from some special cells that were disconnected from the rest of the prison.
So, his cell was supposed to be in the far west wing… Kame let his gaze sweep over the place once. The corridor in the left corner, straight ahead from where he was still standing in the way of prisoners who wanted to go downstairs to lunch, seemed to be the west one. There was an engraving above it saying ‘west’. That would make the corridor in the right corner the north one, the south was in the corner opposite of that and the east corridor was behind him in the right corner, opposite from the west one.
Kame slowly strolled over to the west corridor. The first part of it, closest to the hall, was more populated but it seemed like the further he went the fewer prisoners he saw. There weren’t many guards patrolling around either, but instead Kame had noticed some cameras and speakers in the corridors. They were monitored then. That made more sense, since it had surprised him how he had been practically kicked into the so-called dining room of the prison and left alone to find his way to his described cell. It couldn’t be that the guards feared their prisoners, could it?
Well, different prisons had different procedures he thought. This one was set on the edge of the city he lived in, aside from the populated areas, and now this prison was to be his home for the next two years. To think that he had gone from a small apartment in the downtown area of Tokyo to a much smaller cell in a matter of months. Practically everything he had owned he had traded in for the extra pairs of clothes he now held in his hands, and the pair he wore.
The cell, he concluded to be his, looked slightly different from the others’. For an instance the other cells didn’t have this large felt covering over half of the cell bars of it, successfully hiding most parts of the inside. Only the cell door itself and a part of the bars next to it were left bare. That’s when it hit Kame that he might not even get his own tiny cell on the brink of the city limits. He might just have to share it with someone else. Well, Kame was prepared for that possibility too. He had prepared himself for almost any possible occurrence he might come upon while being stuck in prison except for the one he was going to walk into at that very moment.
Kame stopped as he had stepped inside. Stonewalls covered all the three other walls in the room, but a window, secured with bars of course, brought in some daylight into the cell and lit up the entire room. On the left side of the cell that was hidden behind the felt, there were two beds. His suspicions of a possible roommate turned out to be true.
The upper bed was taken he assumed; the sheets were wrinkled and someone’s stuff was lying spread over the whole bed. The one under it seemed free though, and Kame slowly made his way across the cell and over to it. Placing down his clothes on the edge and sitting down next to them, Kame breathed out a deep sigh he had been holding in.
He had expected the cells to be messier and extremely dirty, but that might just be what you saw in movies and such. Even the toilet and the sink in the corner right across from the door looked pretty neat and was once again clothed by another felt, giving it some more privacy.
Kame continued to study the room. Come to think of it the room wasn’t as small as he had expected it to be either. There weren’t many things in it, no other furniture than the two beds and a couple of shelves where you could place your spare clothes and possible other belongings.
Maybe two years wouldn’t feel so long once he got settled in. Also, his lawyer had given him a light of hope that if he behaved himself and showed progress during his time there his sentence might not last the full two years.
Awkwardly Kame lay down on his back.
What was done was done. He couldn’t go back in time and fix things anymore. Might as well accept it all as a man and move on. He would just have to try to make the best out of everything. Once you’ve hit bottom there’s nowhere to go from there but up.
With those comforting thoughts in mind Kame survived his first day in prison and night time finally came. He could sleep through his first night in prison and maybe tomorrow things wouldn’t feel half as bad. He would work hard to become a better person from now on.
Absently Kame wondered where his cellmate might be. Nobody had disturbed him during the hours he had been there and Kame had a little nervously waited to see who he was going to have to be room mates with. Was it a murderer? A thief? Maybe some sort of a psycho? Or was it someone like himself; someone who had just happened to get on the wrong path for a short fatal time and taken the fall for it?
Now Kame wasn’t trying to convince himself that he was a saint. He had wronged and he accepted it, but he still didn’t feel like he belonged in there amongst all the criminals. That thought made him feel once more uneasy. He prayed that there was some kind of order in this place that didn’t allow prisoners with minor crimes to be put together with raving hooligans. He surely didn’t want to share a cell with some disgusting old man who’d tell him horror stories about how he had failed in life, gone nuts and killed his entire family with an axe.
Come to think of it most of the guys he had seen during his first look inside the prison seemed to be pretty young, not much older than himself. In fact he barely recalled seeing a man who would’ve looked much over 50 or something. Maybe they shipped younger criminals over to this prison then…
In the middle of his inner rant Kame suddenly realized how the lights were flicked off. As he peeked out from behind the felt he noticed how the corridors were still lit, but all the other cells were also dark. Kame sat back into his bed and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness he was slowly able to take in the shape of someone entering the cell. Kame jumped in his bed, pressing himself against the wall behind him as he observed a tall, dark figure pulling the cell door closed and it slid shut just in time before a pair of guards walked past.
“Right on time as always, Akanishi-kun.” Kame heard them say and the figure by the door nodded a reply to them.
Kame briefly wondered what they had meant when a sound was heard inside the whole prison and cell doors all over were shut and locked at the same time. They must have some specific time when they close in all the prisoners into their cells and turn the lights off, Kame concluded as the noise finally ended and soon also the corridors were left in almost complete darkness, only a dim light burned so that guards could see where they walked and check in on the prisoners.
“Is it your first time in prison?” Kame almost fell from the bed, hearing a voice speaking right into his ear. With everything going on around him he hadn’t even noticed the other boy walking over to him.
“A-ah.” Kame replied, moving away a bit and creating a little distance between them.
“I thought so.” the boy continued.
Kame studied the stranger who sat down on the edge of his bed. He didn’t look so scary. Kame guessed he wasn’t much older than himself, a couple of years at the most. Besides from being older than Kame he was a little taller and perhaps a little more built. The boy wore the same dark cell clothes, only with one extra shirt hanging from around his hips.
Kame wondered what he might be in for, but the way the other boy behaved somehow left Kame feeling a little more at ease. There was this laid back aura surrounding his cellmate.
“I’m Kamenashi Kazuya.” Kame spoke, his voice betraying him less than he had expected it to.
The boy turned to him with sort of a small smile. “Akanishi Jin.” was the response.
Akanishi Jin, Kame repeated in his head. It didn’t ring any bells, so Kame probably hadn’t heard that name mentioned in the news about mass murdering his family with an axe or something like that. That was sort of a relief.
“So what are you in for?” Akanishi then asked, turning to sit face to face with him.
“Um. I broke into some website I shouldn’t have been on and took information from it.” Kame answered. “I guess I never thought of what consequences it could have until later on when they traced me back.”
“Ah, so it’s only a couple of years’ trip then.” Akanishi said and Kame felt kind of relieved. He wasn’t sure how others were going to react to his crime. Would it be considered a good thing to have a minor offence or would he be the laughing stock around there?
“I’m here for stealing.”
“You’re a thief? What did you take?” Kame asked, glad that this Akanishi Jin seemed to have a sense of humor as well.
“The police chief’s sports car, along with practically everything he owned.” Akanishi’s reply got Kame to gape. “Well, that and for assaulting a few police men who tried to stop us. We got squealed on.”
Kame realized he must’ve looked like a living question mark as the boy in front of him hurried to explain.
“I mean, this other gang knew what we were up to and they tipped the police so we got busted. Then we were convicted for all the crimes the police could prove that we had done. Most of our crimes were left unsolved because of the lacking evidence.”
“That…has got to suck.” Kame said, lamely. “I mean getting uh, squealed on… W-what happened to the others? I mean, are you alone in here?”
“No, my boys are in the two cells next to us.” Akanishi said, pointing at the wall across the cell. “When we were caught we managed to drop part of our prison sentence by giving the police info on the other gang they were also trying to catch, so they ended up shaking bars together with us. Revenge is sweet.”
“You mean that other gang’s here too?” Kame asked surprised.
“Ah, in the east wing. You know that we are in the west one, right? I mean, since you are new and all…” Akanishi explained.
“Right. I do. Thanks.” Kame mumbled, feeling his face flush a bit. He hoped this Akanishi Jin didn’t think he was a total moron already. “S-so, is this your first time in prison too?”
“Yep. But we’ve been here for a couple of years already.” Akanishi replied. “We only have a few years left. They might let us out for good behaviour a little earlier, though, but somehow I doubt it.”
“Oh.” Kame mumbled and the other boy slowly moved in closer to him.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. You’ll just have to learn the rules of the game.” Akanishi spoke into his ear and Kame wanted to pull backwards again but realized that he was already pressing himself against the wall.
“A-and what are they then?” Kame stuttered as the other boy leaned in even closer.
“I’ll show you.” Akanishi whispered and suddenly Kame didn’t feel that same assuring aura coming from the boy hovering over him anymore. “Lie down and relax. I’ll tell you what to do.”
Kame felt his heart start to beat faster, practically pound inside his chest, as Akanishi’s hands gripped him lightly and guided him down onto his stomach.
“Wha-what are you doing?” he managed to choke out as his cellmate climbed up on top of him, pressing him into the sheets.
“Don’t worry.” Akanishi’s voice came again in his ear and a hand ran through his hair once. “I always use protection.” the boy added and when realizing the meaning of that statement Kame took back his lost control over himself and he practically sprang up from the bed.
“What?! What are you…? I don’t…” Kame’s every attempt to finish saying something failed and he ended up just staring at the boy in front of him. “I-I’m not like that. I don’t do that.” he finally managed to let out and the other boy propped himself up on one elbow lazily.
“After spending some time in a place filled with only men you do, even if you don’t really swing that way.” Akanishi said with a shrug and Kame took a step backwards.
“N-not me. I’m not here for that. I only came here to pay off my sentence. That’s all.” he stated firmly and took yet another step back as if to prove his point.
“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, Kazuya, but that’s never how it goes around here.” Akanishi said and Kame ignored the mocking tone in his voice. “You’d make it easier for yourself if you just came back to bed.”
Kame stumbled backwards, seeing Akanishi rise to his feet and walk over to him.
“Stay away from me!” Kame exclaimed, dodging every attempt to touch him and keeping himself at a distance from the other boy.
Akanishi followed after him a couple of laps around inside the cell, before stopping with a sigh.
“Alright already. Maybe you’ll see things differently tomorrow…” he yawned and to Kame’s surprise turned to climb up into his own bed. Kame stuck to the opposite side of the cell for the longest time, before being really sure that the other boy had given up the chase and gone to sleep.
Tiptoeing his way back over to his bed, Kame pulled the blankets around his still slightly shaking body, feeling a tad more secure that way. He pretended to be asleep for some time just to see if Akanishi was going to try something again, but he soon came to the conclusion that he was probably going to be left alone for the rest of the night and he practically crashed down, finally getting to rest his eyes. However he didn’t get much sleep that night, waking up several times to first find himself in an unfamiliar environment and then to check that he was still alone in his bed.
When morning came and his cellmate had left their room, Kame found himself pondering if last night really had happened or if he had just dreamt it. Nightmares during his first night there wouldn’t be that strange. But then again the package of condoms he found in his cellmate’s bed made him highly doubt the chance of it all being just a bad dream.
Title: In his Care
Chapter: 1 out of a very very long fic - not for the faint of heart cuz this fic is like 144 pages on word and no where near finished.
Pairing: Akame, and lots of more
Fandom: mostly JE but fandoms come together in this fic so also some other idols may appear, Jboys all the way!
Rating: goes up to NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own a Jboy and I don't own a prison either.
Summary: Kamenashi Kazuya-chan is sentenced to prison for two years where he meets trouble and gangs. AU.
Final word: AU fic and very fanfic-fictional, meaning I don’t know nearly enough facts about prisons to write this story as real as possible and there are some stuff here that are completely different than how it should be in a real prison, but if that doesn’t annoy you then be my guest and read on and hopefully this fic will bring some entertainment to you ^___^ I'm only posting this here, yes, because I am that pansy...
Chapter 1
The cell doors slammed shut behind him as two guards led him down an endlessly long corridor. Silently Kamenashi Kazuya wondered how he had managed to screw his life up so much that he had ended up there. He wasn’t a criminal. Deep down inside he wasn’t.
The corridor ended and for the first time he saw other prisoners. They all watched him as the guards led him out into the big room they were gathered in. Freeing him from his handcuffs and handing him a pile of belongings the guards then closed one last cell door behind him and Kame was left to walk the last bit to his cell on his own. The cell had a number marked on the door, so he could confirm which one was his, and it was apparently located in the very far end of the west wing on the second floor.
Kame paused as he took a look around him. The room he had just entered was like one big dining room where prisoners hanged out. On his right he could see doors leading out to quite a large looking garden and it was probably where prisoners had a chance to go out and get some fresh air and exercise. On his left the kitchen seemed to be located and there was a line of prisoners waiting for their turn to get some food. He had arrived at lunchtime it seemed, but Kame wasn’t really hungry and he wanted to go find his cell first and settle down before doing anything else.
As he started to walk again, crossing through the big hall, he could feel eyes upon him all the time. Some prisoners sat by long tables in the room, while others looked down at him from a level higher, leaning against some pretty rusty looking steel railings. This prison was old, he suspected, and in serious need of some taking care of.
He lifted his head, glancing up at the second floor. The dining room lacked almost completely a ceiling that separated it from the floor above, so one could practically see to all the corners of the dining hall from the second level and it was as if his every move was being watched.
Kame had never been in a prison before so he didn’t know what to expect, but he sure hadn’t thought it’d be like this. He had more like imagined they would all be locked into separated cells for most of the time, not hang around as if they were on a great big camping trip together.
On slightly unsteady feet Kame had crossed the hall and started his way up some wide stairs. Reaching the second floor he entered a quite open space where, he was not only met by more prisoners but found that it was there the four different corridors, containing the prison’s actual cells, connected. It had been explained to him that all the cells were located only on the second floor apart from some special cells that were disconnected from the rest of the prison.
So, his cell was supposed to be in the far west wing… Kame let his gaze sweep over the place once. The corridor in the left corner, straight ahead from where he was still standing in the way of prisoners who wanted to go downstairs to lunch, seemed to be the west one. There was an engraving above it saying ‘west’. That would make the corridor in the right corner the north one, the south was in the corner opposite of that and the east corridor was behind him in the right corner, opposite from the west one.
Kame slowly strolled over to the west corridor. The first part of it, closest to the hall, was more populated but it seemed like the further he went the fewer prisoners he saw. There weren’t many guards patrolling around either, but instead Kame had noticed some cameras and speakers in the corridors. They were monitored then. That made more sense, since it had surprised him how he had been practically kicked into the so-called dining room of the prison and left alone to find his way to his described cell. It couldn’t be that the guards feared their prisoners, could it?
Well, different prisons had different procedures he thought. This one was set on the edge of the city he lived in, aside from the populated areas, and now this prison was to be his home for the next two years. To think that he had gone from a small apartment in the downtown area of Tokyo to a much smaller cell in a matter of months. Practically everything he had owned he had traded in for the extra pairs of clothes he now held in his hands, and the pair he wore.
The cell, he concluded to be his, looked slightly different from the others’. For an instance the other cells didn’t have this large felt covering over half of the cell bars of it, successfully hiding most parts of the inside. Only the cell door itself and a part of the bars next to it were left bare. That’s when it hit Kame that he might not even get his own tiny cell on the brink of the city limits. He might just have to share it with someone else. Well, Kame was prepared for that possibility too. He had prepared himself for almost any possible occurrence he might come upon while being stuck in prison except for the one he was going to walk into at that very moment.
Kame stopped as he had stepped inside. Stonewalls covered all the three other walls in the room, but a window, secured with bars of course, brought in some daylight into the cell and lit up the entire room. On the left side of the cell that was hidden behind the felt, there were two beds. His suspicions of a possible roommate turned out to be true.
The upper bed was taken he assumed; the sheets were wrinkled and someone’s stuff was lying spread over the whole bed. The one under it seemed free though, and Kame slowly made his way across the cell and over to it. Placing down his clothes on the edge and sitting down next to them, Kame breathed out a deep sigh he had been holding in.
He had expected the cells to be messier and extremely dirty, but that might just be what you saw in movies and such. Even the toilet and the sink in the corner right across from the door looked pretty neat and was once again clothed by another felt, giving it some more privacy.
Kame continued to study the room. Come to think of it the room wasn’t as small as he had expected it to be either. There weren’t many things in it, no other furniture than the two beds and a couple of shelves where you could place your spare clothes and possible other belongings.
Maybe two years wouldn’t feel so long once he got settled in. Also, his lawyer had given him a light of hope that if he behaved himself and showed progress during his time there his sentence might not last the full two years.
Awkwardly Kame lay down on his back.
What was done was done. He couldn’t go back in time and fix things anymore. Might as well accept it all as a man and move on. He would just have to try to make the best out of everything. Once you’ve hit bottom there’s nowhere to go from there but up.
With those comforting thoughts in mind Kame survived his first day in prison and night time finally came. He could sleep through his first night in prison and maybe tomorrow things wouldn’t feel half as bad. He would work hard to become a better person from now on.
Absently Kame wondered where his cellmate might be. Nobody had disturbed him during the hours he had been there and Kame had a little nervously waited to see who he was going to have to be room mates with. Was it a murderer? A thief? Maybe some sort of a psycho? Or was it someone like himself; someone who had just happened to get on the wrong path for a short fatal time and taken the fall for it?
Now Kame wasn’t trying to convince himself that he was a saint. He had wronged and he accepted it, but he still didn’t feel like he belonged in there amongst all the criminals. That thought made him feel once more uneasy. He prayed that there was some kind of order in this place that didn’t allow prisoners with minor crimes to be put together with raving hooligans. He surely didn’t want to share a cell with some disgusting old man who’d tell him horror stories about how he had failed in life, gone nuts and killed his entire family with an axe.
Come to think of it most of the guys he had seen during his first look inside the prison seemed to be pretty young, not much older than himself. In fact he barely recalled seeing a man who would’ve looked much over 50 or something. Maybe they shipped younger criminals over to this prison then…
In the middle of his inner rant Kame suddenly realized how the lights were flicked off. As he peeked out from behind the felt he noticed how the corridors were still lit, but all the other cells were also dark. Kame sat back into his bed and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness he was slowly able to take in the shape of someone entering the cell. Kame jumped in his bed, pressing himself against the wall behind him as he observed a tall, dark figure pulling the cell door closed and it slid shut just in time before a pair of guards walked past.
“Right on time as always, Akanishi-kun.” Kame heard them say and the figure by the door nodded a reply to them.
Kame briefly wondered what they had meant when a sound was heard inside the whole prison and cell doors all over were shut and locked at the same time. They must have some specific time when they close in all the prisoners into their cells and turn the lights off, Kame concluded as the noise finally ended and soon also the corridors were left in almost complete darkness, only a dim light burned so that guards could see where they walked and check in on the prisoners.
“Is it your first time in prison?” Kame almost fell from the bed, hearing a voice speaking right into his ear. With everything going on around him he hadn’t even noticed the other boy walking over to him.
“A-ah.” Kame replied, moving away a bit and creating a little distance between them.
“I thought so.” the boy continued.
Kame studied the stranger who sat down on the edge of his bed. He didn’t look so scary. Kame guessed he wasn’t much older than himself, a couple of years at the most. Besides from being older than Kame he was a little taller and perhaps a little more built. The boy wore the same dark cell clothes, only with one extra shirt hanging from around his hips.
Kame wondered what he might be in for, but the way the other boy behaved somehow left Kame feeling a little more at ease. There was this laid back aura surrounding his cellmate.
“I’m Kamenashi Kazuya.” Kame spoke, his voice betraying him less than he had expected it to.
The boy turned to him with sort of a small smile. “Akanishi Jin.” was the response.
Akanishi Jin, Kame repeated in his head. It didn’t ring any bells, so Kame probably hadn’t heard that name mentioned in the news about mass murdering his family with an axe or something like that. That was sort of a relief.
“So what are you in for?” Akanishi then asked, turning to sit face to face with him.
“Um. I broke into some website I shouldn’t have been on and took information from it.” Kame answered. “I guess I never thought of what consequences it could have until later on when they traced me back.”
“Ah, so it’s only a couple of years’ trip then.” Akanishi said and Kame felt kind of relieved. He wasn’t sure how others were going to react to his crime. Would it be considered a good thing to have a minor offence or would he be the laughing stock around there?
“I’m here for stealing.”
“You’re a thief? What did you take?” Kame asked, glad that this Akanishi Jin seemed to have a sense of humor as well.
“The police chief’s sports car, along with practically everything he owned.” Akanishi’s reply got Kame to gape. “Well, that and for assaulting a few police men who tried to stop us. We got squealed on.”
Kame realized he must’ve looked like a living question mark as the boy in front of him hurried to explain.
“I mean, this other gang knew what we were up to and they tipped the police so we got busted. Then we were convicted for all the crimes the police could prove that we had done. Most of our crimes were left unsolved because of the lacking evidence.”
“That…has got to suck.” Kame said, lamely. “I mean getting uh, squealed on… W-what happened to the others? I mean, are you alone in here?”
“No, my boys are in the two cells next to us.” Akanishi said, pointing at the wall across the cell. “When we were caught we managed to drop part of our prison sentence by giving the police info on the other gang they were also trying to catch, so they ended up shaking bars together with us. Revenge is sweet.”
“You mean that other gang’s here too?” Kame asked surprised.
“Ah, in the east wing. You know that we are in the west one, right? I mean, since you are new and all…” Akanishi explained.
“Right. I do. Thanks.” Kame mumbled, feeling his face flush a bit. He hoped this Akanishi Jin didn’t think he was a total moron already. “S-so, is this your first time in prison too?”
“Yep. But we’ve been here for a couple of years already.” Akanishi replied. “We only have a few years left. They might let us out for good behaviour a little earlier, though, but somehow I doubt it.”
“Oh.” Kame mumbled and the other boy slowly moved in closer to him.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. You’ll just have to learn the rules of the game.” Akanishi spoke into his ear and Kame wanted to pull backwards again but realized that he was already pressing himself against the wall.
“A-and what are they then?” Kame stuttered as the other boy leaned in even closer.
“I’ll show you.” Akanishi whispered and suddenly Kame didn’t feel that same assuring aura coming from the boy hovering over him anymore. “Lie down and relax. I’ll tell you what to do.”
Kame felt his heart start to beat faster, practically pound inside his chest, as Akanishi’s hands gripped him lightly and guided him down onto his stomach.
“Wha-what are you doing?” he managed to choke out as his cellmate climbed up on top of him, pressing him into the sheets.
“Don’t worry.” Akanishi’s voice came again in his ear and a hand ran through his hair once. “I always use protection.” the boy added and when realizing the meaning of that statement Kame took back his lost control over himself and he practically sprang up from the bed.
“What?! What are you…? I don’t…” Kame’s every attempt to finish saying something failed and he ended up just staring at the boy in front of him. “I-I’m not like that. I don’t do that.” he finally managed to let out and the other boy propped himself up on one elbow lazily.
“After spending some time in a place filled with only men you do, even if you don’t really swing that way.” Akanishi said with a shrug and Kame took a step backwards.
“N-not me. I’m not here for that. I only came here to pay off my sentence. That’s all.” he stated firmly and took yet another step back as if to prove his point.
“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, Kazuya, but that’s never how it goes around here.” Akanishi said and Kame ignored the mocking tone in his voice. “You’d make it easier for yourself if you just came back to bed.”
Kame stumbled backwards, seeing Akanishi rise to his feet and walk over to him.
“Stay away from me!” Kame exclaimed, dodging every attempt to touch him and keeping himself at a distance from the other boy.
Akanishi followed after him a couple of laps around inside the cell, before stopping with a sigh.
“Alright already. Maybe you’ll see things differently tomorrow…” he yawned and to Kame’s surprise turned to climb up into his own bed. Kame stuck to the opposite side of the cell for the longest time, before being really sure that the other boy had given up the chase and gone to sleep.
Tiptoeing his way back over to his bed, Kame pulled the blankets around his still slightly shaking body, feeling a tad more secure that way. He pretended to be asleep for some time just to see if Akanishi was going to try something again, but he soon came to the conclusion that he was probably going to be left alone for the rest of the night and he practically crashed down, finally getting to rest his eyes. However he didn’t get much sleep that night, waking up several times to first find himself in an unfamiliar environment and then to check that he was still alone in his bed.
When morning came and his cellmate had left their room, Kame found himself pondering if last night really had happened or if he had just dreamt it. Nightmares during his first night there wouldn’t be that strange. But then again the package of condoms he found in his cellmate’s bed made him highly doubt the chance of it all being just a bad dream.