Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Isshou Konko ❯ On His way ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Houjun woke to the sound of an officer banging his night stick on the bars, "Hey you




Isshou Konko
Chapter 2. On His Way
By: Gator Ri

Houjun woke to the sound of an officer banging his night stick on the bars, "Hey you! Wake up!"

Houjun sat up and glared at the policeman.

Ignoring Houjun's glare the cop unlocked the cell door and coming in drug Houjun to his feet. The cop then grabbed Houjun's wrists pulling them behind his back and roughly put handcuffs on him.

Houjun winced a bit as the cuffs tightened, biting into his flesh.

"Come on," the cop said pushing Houjun forward.

Houjun stumbled a bit and cursed under his breath..

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Houjun mumbled as the cop grabbed his arm and half dragged him outside to a waiting patrol car.

Opening the car door the cop helped Houjun into the car none too gently. Then ducking inside the cop seat belted Houjun and just before closing the car door he laughed at Houjun, "Stay, boy."

Houjun scowled at the asshole cop wishing he could put the bastard in his place.

Luckily though that wasn't the cop who was driving him to wherever it was that they were taking him. For a slender pretty female officer climbed into the driver's seat. Getting settled she looked in the rearview mirror and smiled at him, "I'm Kiyan, your escort to a small prison where you'll then be bussed to your final destination."

Houjun turned and looked out the window not really caring to talk.

Kiyan sighed and started the car. Pulling out of the station they were on their way.

After driving for a while Kiyan finally decided to try and break the ice, "So what happened that you have to go to prison?" She searched his face through the mirror but he didn't even so much as blink an eye. She sighed and went back to her driving, wondering what could have made someone so cold and how he could've gotten that nasty looking gash.

"Why are you asking didn't they tell you what I did?"

Kiyan jumped a bit startled by the sudden sound. "Oh, I have your file," she held it up for him to see," but I prefer to get the story from the...." she paused a moment biting her lip trying to think of a word.

"Murderers," Houjun bit out his voice dripping with bitterness. He looked at her his eye narrow and mouth in a deep scowl.

"That's not the word I was searching for."

"What other word would there be?"

"I don't know," she sighed feeling rather exasperated, "I was just trying to break the ice."

"I like ice. Leave it the fuck alone," he spat back turning back to looking out the window.

She glared at him through the mirror, "You don't have to be rude." she was met with only silence.

Finally Houjun asked sarcastically, "What do you care anyway?"

Kiyan continued looking straight ahead, "You just look so young to be going to prison for any crime."

Houjun didn't really know what to say to this, so he kept silent. He actually was feeling rather sorry for his being rude. "Gomen," he finally said.

"Nani?"

"Gomen," he said again, "I wasn't always so rude."

Kiyan smiled to herself feeling good that she chipped the ice a bit. "How old are you?"

"Twenty," he answered flatly.

Finally she plunged ahead with her next question, "So then, what happened to make you so bitter?" She looked at him through the mirror to see a tear run down his face.

He shook his head, his voice held a hint of threatening tears, "I don't want to talk about it. It was my fault. That's all there is to it."

She looked at him in concern, "It has to do with that gash doesn't it?"

He nodded slowly and said softly, voice still choked, "Hai..."

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

He nodded quickly, "I did it, it's my fault. I killed them."

"Nani?! Killed who?"

"My fiancee and best friend," he started to cry brokenly as he remembered those last few moments, he couldn't hold on because the pain was just too much.

She just left him to himself. Sometime later when he was back to sitting silently she ventured softly, "How did it happen?"

He quickly looked from the window to her, his chocolate eye filled with pain and his left the reminder of that pain.

"It's okay," she said soothingly, "I won't judge you."

He sighed and then snorted at her last comment, "Everyone does no matter what."

Kiyan took a deep breath, "I won't. I promise."

He seemed to regard her for a moment and then shook his head, "Iie, I won't," his voice almost broke, "I can't." He went back to looking out the window to watch the world blur past as the car sped along.

Kiyan turned back to her driving, for she obviously wasn't going to get him to open up to her. Not that she needed for him to tell what had happened, she had watched his whole trial, from beginning to end and she believed that he was innocent. That's why she wanted to hear the story from his own lips so bad, but he just was too hurt over the ordeal yet and not ready to share it with anyone. Perhaps he never will, she thought almost horrified at the thought for it was not healthy to keep these things inside.
Houjun sat looking out the window the events of the night that had changed his life running through his mind making tears silently glisten down his face. He took a deep shuddery breath, *It was my fault, it was my fault…* he repeated over and over to himself in his mind.
Sometime later Kiyan pulled into a fast food restaurant where she pulled up to the drive thru, "Do you want anything?"
Houjun jumped and looked at her questioningly.
"Do you want anything," she repeated.
He just shrugged at her and went back to looking out the window and to his thoughts.
Kiyan took a deep calming breath and ordered herself a hamburger and some fries and a little something for her charge in case he decided to make up his mind.
Pulling back onto the road they were soon back out on the highway heading towards what would be another step closer to Houjun's new home. Houjun snorted at the thought of his new "home" that awaited him at Gouwa prison. Although deep inside he was actually a bit afraid of this place, for he had not heard the best things about that place as a child. Gouwa prison was the toughest one around, if you got sent there you know you had done something really wrong, the only good thing was that if you got sent there your sentence was shortened a bit. This last thought gave him little comfort.
Looking out of the corner of his eye he could barely see Kiyan's reflection in the rearview mirror. He watched a moment as she ate her food, as he watched he absentmindedly turned his head to see better. He jumped as a small brown paper bag appeared in front of his face.
"You're hungry right?"
He slowly nodded his head.
"Then here."
"Um…" he started, "I have one little problem I have no free hands."
Kiyan apologized as she pulled the car over to the side of the highway. Getting out she came around to the passenger side in the back. Opening the door she took the handcuff keys off her belt and leaning him forward she unlocked the restraints and tossed them in the front seat. Closing the door she climbed back and calmly pulled back into traffic.
Houjun blinked his good eye at her, feeling confused, "D-doushite?"
"Because you do need to eat."
"D-demo don't you…aren't you afraid?"
She shook her head, as she handed the bag back to him.
Houjun slowly reached for the bag and took it from her hand. Opening it he drew out some chicken nuggets which he slowly but gratefully ate.
A few hours later Houjun watched through the window of the car as the sun started to slip behind the horizon.
"We're almost there."
He nodded to show that he had heard but didn't say anything he wasn't in the mood to talk, especially to a cop, although she had been extremely nice to him throughout the whole trip.
Picking up the handcuffs she handed them back to Houjun, "Mind putting these back on? They won't be happy to see you uncuffed."
Deciding that it was the least he could do, Houjun took the steel bracelets from her hand and slapped it on one wrist. Then putting his hand behind his back he put the other ring around his wrist, cursing as it rubbed against a sore spot.
About fifteen minutes later Kiyan pulled to a stop in front of the prison gate. After getting clearance she continued on inside to where prisoners were dropped off, "Well, this is it."
He just nodded, forcing himself to remain numb and unfeeling.
Stopping the car she shut it off and got out, holding onto Houjun's file. Walking over to a couple of the prison guards she asked for the warden. She waited patiently while one of the guards radioed for the warden.
"He'll be here in a moment."
She nodded and looked back at the car where she could see Houjun staring unseeingly out of the window. Her heart went out to him, he was so young and she new there was more to his story than was being told.
"Why hello, there Officer Kiyan," The warden greeted her warmly.
She nodded at him, "Hello, Warden Isei. How are you?'
"Good," he replied, "So who have you got for us this time?"
She handed him the file.
Looking over it he nodded, "Right, the youth who killed his best friend and girlfriend…Sentenced to 20 yrs. in Gouwa prison." He closed the folder, "Well, bring him right this way." He gave a grin that was unconvincing.
Nodding Kiyan walked to the car and opened the back door. Ducking in she unbelted Houjun and helped him out.
Standing up Houjun winced as pins and needles started running through his legs from sitting down for most of the day.
Before handing her charge over to the prison guards Kiyan whispered, "Don't ever lose hope, Houjun."
He looked at her a bit oddly as the guards took hold of his arms and led him inside.
Kiyan watched him go with a bit of a sad look on her face, "Why the sad look," the Warden asked her.
She shrugged slightly, "I guess because I really feel bad for him."
Isei snorted, "Aw, he's murderer. He deserves to spend most of his life in Gouwa."
Kiyan frowned at him and just shook her head as she turned to walk back to her car. Getting in she drove away wishing that there were something that she could do for the scarred youth.

Houjun was basically drug along by the guards. Finally they stopped in front of a cell that housed a couple of other guys. This cell was particularly for temporary holding. Taking off the cuffs the guards left him with his new cellmates.
Sighing the youth went to the opposite side of the cell and sat on the floor not wanting to mess with the rougher looking men that he shared it with. The others left him alone too except for a few weird looks at his missing eye. Laying on the floor Houjun curled up and waited for sleep to claim him, even though he knew that it would bring the dream.