Death's Door, Ch. 1/x
Title: Death's Door
Chapters: 1/x
Author: gioiarock and konicoffee
Genre: Crime, Psychological Drama, Angst, Maybe Smut, Maybe Crack
Disclaimer: We don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, prison setting
Rating: R (subject to change)
Pairings/Characters: Kai/Jin, lots more later
Band/s: The GazettE, ScReW
Synopsis: I will walk together to a future not promised yet, we keep walking together to a future which is you.
Comments: This was originally a PSL, but I'm a reader whore and we decided we wanted to share it because hood!Jrockers are too bamf to keep to ourselves. We hope you enjoy this! Quote in summary from Cassis by The GazettE.
Jin had paced the floor in the holding cell; he knew what was coming. He complied listlessly as the guards replaced the cuffs behind his back, as he was pushed and prodded from the room as if he wasn't walking fast enough to suit them. It wasn't a long walk from the holding cell to the nurses’ area where he was checked for lice, stripped of his clothing and forced into a shower much colder than he would have chosen on his own.
Afterwards and once he was almost dry enough he was forced into what would be his new wardrobe: a pair of white and blue striped boxers with a drab grey coverall that was very well a few sizes too big for him.
"I guess we'll have to have a uniform sent over from the women's prison for you won't we, tiny Tim?" mused the guard. His badge read J. Knoxville and the grin on his face stripped him of any intimidation his well toned body might have given him. "Alright, time for you to meet your new butt buddies," that grin never seemed to end, nor did the sick wit.
Jin was lead, cuffed once again, through a series of heavily locked doors with varying security features on them before he entered a long row of what looked to him like cages. Looking around, he watched each approaching cell for its inhabitant, wondering if each was to be his new "roommate."
Murmurs. They filtered through the narrow spaces of his prison cell. He listened, ears peaking at whispers about “fresh blood” and the sound of footsteps steadily approaching. Without moving from his bed, he kept his eyes on his book, smirking at the talk of a girly newcomer coming in. Unless he had contacts in this joint prior to his arrival, the poor motherfucker wasn’t going to last long. But it’s his own goddamn fault he ended up here.
Uruha flipped the page of his book. He didn’t care what the hell the newbie did to gain a free pass to this shit-hole. For as long as the shitty neophyte wouldn’t do anything to piss him off, there would be no bloodshed tonight, at least not by his hands.
Johnny stopped in front of the cell, eyeing the raven-haired man on the bed as he unlocked the door to the cell. "Uruha, meet your new cellmate. This is Kunihiko." Releasing Jin from his handcuffs, he locked the gate between himself and the prisoners and silently wished the kid luck before walking away to the guard station for his break.
Jin looked around, holding the blanket and pillow he'd been given like it was the dearest thing in life. Without the guard escorting him, he felt much more vulnerable to the cat calls still echoing from the cells he'd passed, from the fact that his cellmate was very well twice his size.
“The others have given you a warm welcome so you’ll have none of that shit from me,” Uruha announced, closing his book and lifting his back off his bed to sit up. He took a look at the boy, his line of vision scanning the newcomer from head to toe. The child-like figure in front of him definitely didn’t look like he belonged there. He seemed the type who would lose his sanity before his life. Hell, the kid was probably still a goddamn virgin. “Kunihiko, was it? Got a shorter name?”
"Jin." He was afraid, he wouldn't deny it, but he wasn't quite the kid he came off to be. Where he lacked in stature he made up in vinegar on his tongue, and sometimes it slipped where it shouldn't.
“Charmed, I’m sure,” Uruha said icily, his eyes narrowing. He wondered if the kid either found him really tiny for some reason or if he simply had balls of steel to use that tone on him. Maybe whatever he did to get him in this place made him more confident about himself, that he was more dangerous to the other inmates than they were to him. Or maybe he thinks this place is a fucking juvenile center, and he’s being a cocky son of a bitch. “And how did you end up here, Jin?”
Jin flinched at the tone he was receiving, still not having moved from his spot. "It's not really anything worth mentioning.."
Uruha felt a twitch in his eye and a rolling boil throughout his system. This guy may have looked like a child, but if he was here, then this motherfucker was definitely too old to be in juvie and too old to be lectured. But maybe not to old to be taught a lesson. Getting on his feet, he walked towards the boy and clenched his fists. He narrowed his eyes to give Jin another look, but he saw red instead. And with that, he sent a fist rocketing towards the boy’s jaw.
Jin fell back against the bars he'd still been standing close to, dropping the items in his arms and cowering on the floor where he landed. "What the fuck," he whined, looking up at Uruha like he didn't understand what had brought that on, at all.
“If your lawyer failed to keep your ass out of here, then you should know,” he hissed, sending a jab to Jin’s chest. “When someone asks you a fucking question,” came the continuation along with a kick to the stomach. “Fucking.” A hook to the gut. “Answer.” And another straight to the jaw.
Reita had been patrolling the hallways when he heard howling from a certain cluster. He had grown used to the notion that when these bastards are happy, it couldn’t be a good thing. Following the sounds, he ran towards the cluster of cells and that’s where he saw it - Takashima hitting a guy in the face. “Fuck, not again,” he cursed under his breath as he unlocked the cell’s doors and rushed in, pushing Uruha off the guy Johnny brought in just a few minutes ago.
Jin lay in a heap, having fallen completely to the floor as the cage door slid out from behind him. He wouldn’t cry, he knew he already looked like bait to everyone here, he’d been told by a friend that’d gotten out recently that he didn’t expect him to last long. He remembered the words, but it had been the somber look on Aiji’s face that told him he wasn’t playing around this time.
Johnny came running as soon as he heard Reita’s curses, seeing him holding Uruha back, he quickly looked around for the tiny guy he’d only just been picking on. He found him by nearly tripping on him as he came into the cell, realizing his oversight he leaned down and picked Jin up. “He’s going to need the nurse, Reita, cuff him to the bars and come with me, I didn’t see what happened to fill out the paperwork.” Carrying Jin wasn’t much of an effort, but he didn’t want to think of what could have happened if Reita hadn’t heard the fray.
Uruha thrashed behind Reita, still yelling at the battered mass of flesh as he was being pushed away long enough for the other cop to take Jin away. “Not worth your fucking response, am I? Get the hell over yourse- let go of me, you piece of shit!” He shoved at the solid figure of Officer Suzuki, struggling to get away from his grasp and run to Jin to rip his head off.
Once Johnny got the new kid out of the way, Reita proceeded to pull Uruha towards the bars. The man was lashing out violently, and he winced at the blows being sent to his body. He had been holding Uruha close and the other couldn’t move enough to gather any momentum, but his jabs were still solid. Growling, Reita slammed Uruha against the bars and proceeded to cuff him before yelling at the other inmates to shut the fuck up.
“I didn’t get to see a lot of it either,” Reita told the other officer. “I only saw a blow to the jaw before I had to wrench them apart. He managed to stay alive, so you can ask him. Make sure it agrees with the medical report.” He snapped his head to the side, cricking his neck. “I’ll find him a new cell.”
Johnny sighed, shifting Jin around in his arms only to receive a groan. “The fuck did he do to bring on Uruha so quickly. And the only empty cell is in the row, Reita… Across from Andou.”
Carrying Jin to the hospital ward of the prison, Johnny laid him on the table and signaled for the attending doctor to come over. “He’s been here less than 30 minutes and Uruha’s already tried to kill him…”
“Mr. Takashima did this?” came the slightly exasperated remark from the doctor. It wasn’t too long ago that he patched up someone Uruha nearly beat to death. He was thankful that his job at least wasn’t too boring, but to have work dumped on him by the same inmate was getting ridiculous. He approached the unfamiliar-looking boy and smiled at him. “Hello,” he greeted as he began observing the boy’s body - his jaw, his torso, and his limbs - feeling them for any tenderness or reaction from the patient. “I am Doctor Murai. Please call me Nao.”
Jin tried to sit on the table, feeling the bruises on his body setting in and flinching the more he bent forward. He was certain his ribs were bruised, if not at least one cracked from the kick he took. Looking up at the young doctor feeling around for his aches and pains, he couldn’t help but give a wincing sigh. “Jin..”
There was no swelling and no torn skin, and there didn’t seem to have any deformities on the patient’s body. The fact that the patient could move like he just did just confirmed that nothing was broken, and how he was able to respond was proof he didn’t suffer any brain damage. Not heavily, at least. “The blows on your jaw and on your ribs are pretty much all we have to worry about,” the doctor announced as he took an ice pack and pressed it gently onto Jin’s jaw. “Where else did he hit you? Did he use a weapon?”
Shaking his head, Jin took the icepack and held it himself. “Just punched me in the face and kicked me once I was on the ground…”
The doctor nodded. “It goes without saying that you will need to transfer cells,” Nao told Jin with a smile as he began wrapping the patient’s torso with a bandage. “In the meantime, try to keep as still as possible. And do us both a favor and not impact your bruises.” When he finished wrapping the bruised areas, he proceeded to type that medical report officers always asked of him. “May I know your full name? The crazy officers always ask these reports from me, and as much as I’d like to put Jin in here, they require your full name on these things.”
“It’s Kojima Kunihiko, and trust me I’m not going to do anything to make this worse if I can. It hurts,” Jin knew he was whining, but in his current state he really didn’t care.
“Glad to finally have a cooperative patient.” Nao drew the report from the printer, placed it in an envelope, and handed it to Jin. “Give this to the officer who is supposed to take you to wherever you’re staying,” he instructed. “And do take care. You seem like a nice boy. I like you, and that’s why I hope I don’t get to see you often.”
“I hope I don’t have to see you often either… Kind of pathetic I’m in here this soon as is.” Jin took the paperwork and slid slowly off the table, the bit of a drop because of his height made him wince on landing. “Fuck…”
Johnny reentered the room. “You might not like where we’re having to move you, but the only free cell for the time being is on death row. But, you’ll be in the cell by yourself, if that helps.”
“Er… Suppose being locked in by myself will make it okay?” Jin went to gnaw his lip a bit, used to playing with the rings, no longer there, as a nervous habit. He regretted it as soon as his teeth grazed the tender busted flesh. A combination of a whine and a groan escaped and he quickly averted his eyes from anyone in the room, shoving the envelope into Johnny’s hands before walking a bit stiffly towards the door, expecting to be lead to his new cell.
Johnny took the paperwork and watched the kid walk ahead of him, noting just how tiny he really was. “Thanks, Nao. Hopefully won’t have to see you anytime soon, but you know the routine.” Following, and quickly passing Jin, he lead him back through the block they’d recently left, through a heavy door at the end and into a smaller, but still very similar row of cells.
After sorting through his keys a moment, he unlocked what would be Jin’s new home and locked him inside.
Eerie quiet often filled the air in this side of the facility, so the sound of footsteps, keys, and a door opening and closing was enough to shake Kai out of sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he got on his feet and stalked to door of his cell. Maybe Daisuke was- no, he was still there. Kai quietly smiled to himself. So it’s a newcomer, he mused. It must have been an idiot who didn’t plan well enough, or a victim of misplaced trust. Or an unfortunate client of an incompetent lawyer.
He walked back into the dark corner of his cell, onto his bed. And toward the emptiness of his ceiling, he asked, “is someone there or am I imagining things?”
He'd thought the man in the cell next to his was asleep when he passed, so he wasn't sure what to think when the voice came out of the dark.
"Uh, starting to think I'm the one imagining things...weren't you asleep...?"
“Being here turns you into a very light sleeper,” came the retort. “Not even the grim reaper can pass without me noticing.” He shifted on his bed and moved his ear closer to the wall. “And you, you don’t sound like you belong here.”
"Dare I ask, why not?" Jin smirked, sitting on the bed, glad it was in close proximity to the wall he shared with the man so he wouldn't have to stay standing to speak to him. Despite the small comfort, he still groaned a bit as he jostled the bruises on his stomach, hitching his breath even more as he adjusted himself to a semi-comfortable position. "Fuck.."
Kai smiled into the darkness. “Something about your voice. It sounds right, but that’s what makes it all wrong,” he replied. “You don’t sound like a murderer, nor do you sound like a traitor, or a cheat, or anyone else who should be occupying your spot.” He peeled off the chips of paint on the drywall. “You do, however, sound injured.”
"Yeah, what was supposed to be my cellmate turned out to be a grizzly bear. I got my ass kicked about 5 minutes after they locked me in... And you're right, I don't belong here, per ce."
“That would probably mean you don’t look the part either,” Kai chuckled. “But you are safe here. From other inmates, anyway. From yourself, however, that’s a different story.”
Kai closed his eyes, smiling at how it didn’t really make any difference even if he kept them open. “My name is Kai. Welcome to the row.”
"Kunihiko, but Jin's easier." He didn't want to acknowledge how right Kai was about his look, and how he knew it'd get him in as much trouble as his mouth at the rate he was going. "At least it's quiet in this part, too." He rearranged himself, catching his breath and biting back groans he did so, until he found a position he thought he could sleep in and covered himself with the too-thin blanket. "Well, goodnight Kai."
Kai said nothing and kept his smile on with only the darkness around him to see it. He knew well that he wasn’t entitled to a good night ever again.
A/N: Who plays who?
gioiarock plays Jin and Johnny
konicoffee plays Uruha, Reita, Nao, and Kai
Chapters: 1/x
Author: gioiarock and konicoffee
Genre: Crime, Psychological Drama, Angst, Maybe Smut, Maybe Crack
Disclaimer: We don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, prison setting
Rating: R (subject to change)
Pairings/Characters: Kai/Jin, lots more later
Band/s: The GazettE, ScReW
Synopsis: I will walk together to a future not promised yet, we keep walking together to a future which is you.
Comments: This was originally a PSL, but I'm a reader whore and we decided we wanted to share it because hood!Jrockers are too bamf to keep to ourselves. We hope you enjoy this! Quote in summary from Cassis by The GazettE.
Jin had paced the floor in the holding cell; he knew what was coming. He complied listlessly as the guards replaced the cuffs behind his back, as he was pushed and prodded from the room as if he wasn't walking fast enough to suit them. It wasn't a long walk from the holding cell to the nurses’ area where he was checked for lice, stripped of his clothing and forced into a shower much colder than he would have chosen on his own.
Afterwards and once he was almost dry enough he was forced into what would be his new wardrobe: a pair of white and blue striped boxers with a drab grey coverall that was very well a few sizes too big for him.
"I guess we'll have to have a uniform sent over from the women's prison for you won't we, tiny Tim?" mused the guard. His badge read J. Knoxville and the grin on his face stripped him of any intimidation his well toned body might have given him. "Alright, time for you to meet your new butt buddies," that grin never seemed to end, nor did the sick wit.
Jin was lead, cuffed once again, through a series of heavily locked doors with varying security features on them before he entered a long row of what looked to him like cages. Looking around, he watched each approaching cell for its inhabitant, wondering if each was to be his new "roommate."
Murmurs. They filtered through the narrow spaces of his prison cell. He listened, ears peaking at whispers about “fresh blood” and the sound of footsteps steadily approaching. Without moving from his bed, he kept his eyes on his book, smirking at the talk of a girly newcomer coming in. Unless he had contacts in this joint prior to his arrival, the poor motherfucker wasn’t going to last long. But it’s his own goddamn fault he ended up here.
Uruha flipped the page of his book. He didn’t care what the hell the newbie did to gain a free pass to this shit-hole. For as long as the shitty neophyte wouldn’t do anything to piss him off, there would be no bloodshed tonight, at least not by his hands.
Johnny stopped in front of the cell, eyeing the raven-haired man on the bed as he unlocked the door to the cell. "Uruha, meet your new cellmate. This is Kunihiko." Releasing Jin from his handcuffs, he locked the gate between himself and the prisoners and silently wished the kid luck before walking away to the guard station for his break.
Jin looked around, holding the blanket and pillow he'd been given like it was the dearest thing in life. Without the guard escorting him, he felt much more vulnerable to the cat calls still echoing from the cells he'd passed, from the fact that his cellmate was very well twice his size.
“The others have given you a warm welcome so you’ll have none of that shit from me,” Uruha announced, closing his book and lifting his back off his bed to sit up. He took a look at the boy, his line of vision scanning the newcomer from head to toe. The child-like figure in front of him definitely didn’t look like he belonged there. He seemed the type who would lose his sanity before his life. Hell, the kid was probably still a goddamn virgin. “Kunihiko, was it? Got a shorter name?”
"Jin." He was afraid, he wouldn't deny it, but he wasn't quite the kid he came off to be. Where he lacked in stature he made up in vinegar on his tongue, and sometimes it slipped where it shouldn't.
“Charmed, I’m sure,” Uruha said icily, his eyes narrowing. He wondered if the kid either found him really tiny for some reason or if he simply had balls of steel to use that tone on him. Maybe whatever he did to get him in this place made him more confident about himself, that he was more dangerous to the other inmates than they were to him. Or maybe he thinks this place is a fucking juvenile center, and he’s being a cocky son of a bitch. “And how did you end up here, Jin?”
Jin flinched at the tone he was receiving, still not having moved from his spot. "It's not really anything worth mentioning.."
Uruha felt a twitch in his eye and a rolling boil throughout his system. This guy may have looked like a child, but if he was here, then this motherfucker was definitely too old to be in juvie and too old to be lectured. But maybe not to old to be taught a lesson. Getting on his feet, he walked towards the boy and clenched his fists. He narrowed his eyes to give Jin another look, but he saw red instead. And with that, he sent a fist rocketing towards the boy’s jaw.
Jin fell back against the bars he'd still been standing close to, dropping the items in his arms and cowering on the floor where he landed. "What the fuck," he whined, looking up at Uruha like he didn't understand what had brought that on, at all.
“If your lawyer failed to keep your ass out of here, then you should know,” he hissed, sending a jab to Jin’s chest. “When someone asks you a fucking question,” came the continuation along with a kick to the stomach. “Fucking.” A hook to the gut. “Answer.” And another straight to the jaw.
Reita had been patrolling the hallways when he heard howling from a certain cluster. He had grown used to the notion that when these bastards are happy, it couldn’t be a good thing. Following the sounds, he ran towards the cluster of cells and that’s where he saw it - Takashima hitting a guy in the face. “Fuck, not again,” he cursed under his breath as he unlocked the cell’s doors and rushed in, pushing Uruha off the guy Johnny brought in just a few minutes ago.
Jin lay in a heap, having fallen completely to the floor as the cage door slid out from behind him. He wouldn’t cry, he knew he already looked like bait to everyone here, he’d been told by a friend that’d gotten out recently that he didn’t expect him to last long. He remembered the words, but it had been the somber look on Aiji’s face that told him he wasn’t playing around this time.
Johnny came running as soon as he heard Reita’s curses, seeing him holding Uruha back, he quickly looked around for the tiny guy he’d only just been picking on. He found him by nearly tripping on him as he came into the cell, realizing his oversight he leaned down and picked Jin up. “He’s going to need the nurse, Reita, cuff him to the bars and come with me, I didn’t see what happened to fill out the paperwork.” Carrying Jin wasn’t much of an effort, but he didn’t want to think of what could have happened if Reita hadn’t heard the fray.
Uruha thrashed behind Reita, still yelling at the battered mass of flesh as he was being pushed away long enough for the other cop to take Jin away. “Not worth your fucking response, am I? Get the hell over yourse- let go of me, you piece of shit!” He shoved at the solid figure of Officer Suzuki, struggling to get away from his grasp and run to Jin to rip his head off.
Once Johnny got the new kid out of the way, Reita proceeded to pull Uruha towards the bars. The man was lashing out violently, and he winced at the blows being sent to his body. He had been holding Uruha close and the other couldn’t move enough to gather any momentum, but his jabs were still solid. Growling, Reita slammed Uruha against the bars and proceeded to cuff him before yelling at the other inmates to shut the fuck up.
“I didn’t get to see a lot of it either,” Reita told the other officer. “I only saw a blow to the jaw before I had to wrench them apart. He managed to stay alive, so you can ask him. Make sure it agrees with the medical report.” He snapped his head to the side, cricking his neck. “I’ll find him a new cell.”
Johnny sighed, shifting Jin around in his arms only to receive a groan. “The fuck did he do to bring on Uruha so quickly. And the only empty cell is in the row, Reita… Across from Andou.”
Carrying Jin to the hospital ward of the prison, Johnny laid him on the table and signaled for the attending doctor to come over. “He’s been here less than 30 minutes and Uruha’s already tried to kill him…”
“Mr. Takashima did this?” came the slightly exasperated remark from the doctor. It wasn’t too long ago that he patched up someone Uruha nearly beat to death. He was thankful that his job at least wasn’t too boring, but to have work dumped on him by the same inmate was getting ridiculous. He approached the unfamiliar-looking boy and smiled at him. “Hello,” he greeted as he began observing the boy’s body - his jaw, his torso, and his limbs - feeling them for any tenderness or reaction from the patient. “I am Doctor Murai. Please call me Nao.”
Jin tried to sit on the table, feeling the bruises on his body setting in and flinching the more he bent forward. He was certain his ribs were bruised, if not at least one cracked from the kick he took. Looking up at the young doctor feeling around for his aches and pains, he couldn’t help but give a wincing sigh. “Jin..”
There was no swelling and no torn skin, and there didn’t seem to have any deformities on the patient’s body. The fact that the patient could move like he just did just confirmed that nothing was broken, and how he was able to respond was proof he didn’t suffer any brain damage. Not heavily, at least. “The blows on your jaw and on your ribs are pretty much all we have to worry about,” the doctor announced as he took an ice pack and pressed it gently onto Jin’s jaw. “Where else did he hit you? Did he use a weapon?”
Shaking his head, Jin took the icepack and held it himself. “Just punched me in the face and kicked me once I was on the ground…”
The doctor nodded. “It goes without saying that you will need to transfer cells,” Nao told Jin with a smile as he began wrapping the patient’s torso with a bandage. “In the meantime, try to keep as still as possible. And do us both a favor and not impact your bruises.” When he finished wrapping the bruised areas, he proceeded to type that medical report officers always asked of him. “May I know your full name? The crazy officers always ask these reports from me, and as much as I’d like to put Jin in here, they require your full name on these things.”
“It’s Kojima Kunihiko, and trust me I’m not going to do anything to make this worse if I can. It hurts,” Jin knew he was whining, but in his current state he really didn’t care.
“Glad to finally have a cooperative patient.” Nao drew the report from the printer, placed it in an envelope, and handed it to Jin. “Give this to the officer who is supposed to take you to wherever you’re staying,” he instructed. “And do take care. You seem like a nice boy. I like you, and that’s why I hope I don’t get to see you often.”
“I hope I don’t have to see you often either… Kind of pathetic I’m in here this soon as is.” Jin took the paperwork and slid slowly off the table, the bit of a drop because of his height made him wince on landing. “Fuck…”
Johnny reentered the room. “You might not like where we’re having to move you, but the only free cell for the time being is on death row. But, you’ll be in the cell by yourself, if that helps.”
“Er… Suppose being locked in by myself will make it okay?” Jin went to gnaw his lip a bit, used to playing with the rings, no longer there, as a nervous habit. He regretted it as soon as his teeth grazed the tender busted flesh. A combination of a whine and a groan escaped and he quickly averted his eyes from anyone in the room, shoving the envelope into Johnny’s hands before walking a bit stiffly towards the door, expecting to be lead to his new cell.
Johnny took the paperwork and watched the kid walk ahead of him, noting just how tiny he really was. “Thanks, Nao. Hopefully won’t have to see you anytime soon, but you know the routine.” Following, and quickly passing Jin, he lead him back through the block they’d recently left, through a heavy door at the end and into a smaller, but still very similar row of cells.
After sorting through his keys a moment, he unlocked what would be Jin’s new home and locked him inside.
Eerie quiet often filled the air in this side of the facility, so the sound of footsteps, keys, and a door opening and closing was enough to shake Kai out of sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he got on his feet and stalked to door of his cell. Maybe Daisuke was- no, he was still there. Kai quietly smiled to himself. So it’s a newcomer, he mused. It must have been an idiot who didn’t plan well enough, or a victim of misplaced trust. Or an unfortunate client of an incompetent lawyer.
He walked back into the dark corner of his cell, onto his bed. And toward the emptiness of his ceiling, he asked, “is someone there or am I imagining things?”
He'd thought the man in the cell next to his was asleep when he passed, so he wasn't sure what to think when the voice came out of the dark.
"Uh, starting to think I'm the one imagining things...weren't you asleep...?"
“Being here turns you into a very light sleeper,” came the retort. “Not even the grim reaper can pass without me noticing.” He shifted on his bed and moved his ear closer to the wall. “And you, you don’t sound like you belong here.”
"Dare I ask, why not?" Jin smirked, sitting on the bed, glad it was in close proximity to the wall he shared with the man so he wouldn't have to stay standing to speak to him. Despite the small comfort, he still groaned a bit as he jostled the bruises on his stomach, hitching his breath even more as he adjusted himself to a semi-comfortable position. "Fuck.."
Kai smiled into the darkness. “Something about your voice. It sounds right, but that’s what makes it all wrong,” he replied. “You don’t sound like a murderer, nor do you sound like a traitor, or a cheat, or anyone else who should be occupying your spot.” He peeled off the chips of paint on the drywall. “You do, however, sound injured.”
"Yeah, what was supposed to be my cellmate turned out to be a grizzly bear. I got my ass kicked about 5 minutes after they locked me in... And you're right, I don't belong here, per ce."
“That would probably mean you don’t look the part either,” Kai chuckled. “But you are safe here. From other inmates, anyway. From yourself, however, that’s a different story.”
Kai closed his eyes, smiling at how it didn’t really make any difference even if he kept them open. “My name is Kai. Welcome to the row.”
"Kunihiko, but Jin's easier." He didn't want to acknowledge how right Kai was about his look, and how he knew it'd get him in as much trouble as his mouth at the rate he was going. "At least it's quiet in this part, too." He rearranged himself, catching his breath and biting back groans he did so, until he found a position he thought he could sleep in and covered himself with the too-thin blanket. "Well, goodnight Kai."
Kai said nothing and kept his smile on with only the darkness around him to see it. He knew well that he wasn’t entitled to a good night ever again.
A/N: Who plays who?
gioiarock plays Jin and Johnny
konicoffee plays Uruha, Reita, Nao, and Kai