InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Jailbirds ❯ Goodbye world!! ( Chapter 1 )

This is a new story that just jumped me yesterday while I was plotting a one-shot, which will be written next, then an update for Princess's adventures, so I hope you like this and all feedback is welcomed!!!

 

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Disclaimer for entire fic: Inuyasha and all characters in it are the property of Rumiko Takahashi.

 

Just like a true genius knows nothing; I own nothing.

 

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“Higurashi Kagome, I hereby sentence you on charges for trespass and assault to the imprisonment of Liberty Penitentiary Tokyo, for a time no less than 10 months and no more than 13 months pending on good behaviour. Goodbye.”

 

The hammer rang out as cold and as heartless as the voice that preceded it. Each slam of wood against wood, cut through my head, shattering my life, my dreams and any future prospects I had up until now. I was ruined. So wrapped up in my loss of freedom, I never even noticed being dragged away.

 

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2 hours later at Liberty prison

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I remained still and silent throughout my mandatory strip search. I only peeped, eeped rather, when I was subjected to the cold, unsympathetic touch of a hand, as I was searched in my unmentionables, yes, both lower channels.

 

Sore, yes I know, I was there afterall.

 

I had never been more humiliated in all my life, than when I was there, behind those white linen curtains.

 

Thankfully, at least, my explorer of unmapped regions was a woman. I never could understand why women went to a male gynaecologist. Creepy Bastards.

 

I think they snap the latex gloves before the exam, just to make the experience all the more embarrassing, if possible.

 

She was a weird little nut, my cartographer, the laminated I.D. tags on her shirt pocket read her number and name. Takano Kanna.

 

I would have thought her albino if it were not for her dark brown almost black eyes. She had platinum blonde, no, it was defiantly white hair, and it never moved a strand from her solid bob-cut, her skin was extremely pale, not even a freckle like most fair people.

 

Then again she may have been wearing contacts to keep the sun out and mascara on her eyelashes, I'd never find out, I didn't really care that much anyway.

 

After disposing of her clinical gloves, she stood there while I re-dressed myself.

 

I'd never seen someone so emotionless. It was unnerving to say the least.

 

She was tiny and very slight of frame, I'd say she was only up to my shoulder in height, I was of course a massive 5'1”. In her uniform black skirt and white shirt you probably couldn't be blamed for thinking her a school girl, she couldn't have been even in her mid-20's.

 

Funny.

 

I had always expected big burly women to work here in a prison.

 

That'll teach me to stereotype.

 

Her meek, monotone voice as she asked me to follow her couldn't help but remind me of the little police woman in police academy, the one that shouted unexpectedly loud when she wanted attention. She always made me laugh. I learned all my English for high school from those movies.

 

Good times…

 

I followed her to a cage / locker type thing. It had rows and columns full of clothes, all neatly folded.

 

I bet she was the neat freak responsible for that too.

 

She climbed the step ladder and retrieved some small bundles of clothing. I looked around at the plain white room; the one window was gridded, casting lines of shadow down the one patch of natural light in the room. Fluorescent lights buzzed above us.

 

Two big men waited on the exit to freedom. The exit was a foot thick, bullet proof door surrounded by steel and had two small windows, which I'm sure where strategically placed just to tease incoming prisoners like me.

 

Just to the right of me was a huge bolted grid, framed in steel, the entrance to the cells no doubt.

 

Oh goodie!!

 

She came back down and laid the small piles down on a lone, you guessed it, white desk in the centre of the cage, and she was assorting them by size and…. Alphabetical colour..? This chick is seriously weird.

 

Too much white probably.

 

Also on the desk I noticed, were my previously submitted items, which needed to be checked before my admittance.

 

Kanna started to load the items into my arms in order of size. Naturally, it's only logical.

 

3 tracksuit bottoms, I got to pick from 5 different shades, how wonderful, there was such a great selection too. Black, navy, green, grey, and burgundy. Black, grey and green for me.

 

3 t-shirts; navy, red, and white. I wasn't given a choice for other colours after I sniggered at the fact I had a choice in the first place…

 

2 white wife beater vests, a sweatshirt, 2 beautiful pastel purple night dresses, 5 pairs of sweat socks, slippers, and plain trainers for when we got to go outside.

 

Frankly, I had a better wardrobe here than I had on the outside. Oh, I sound like a real jail house vet, “The Outside”.

 

On top of that, she placed my little bag of previously packed undergarments and sacred hygienic items, e.g. my deodorant.

 

All of them had to go through the same rigorous exam as me. My poor bras never knew what hit `em.

 

And to top it all off, a nice little plastic pouch with what looked like, nametags. Yay!

 

“The nametags will be sewn on by you, later this evening, under supervision. Laundry service is every four days, you must earn money to buy detergent. If you wish to purchase more items of clothing, sanitary items will be provided, but not hand soaps and deodorants, they must be bought with your earnings. You will later be assigned to a job earning 60 yen a day. Eight hours, seven days, you are also permitted to join a crafts class for two hours in the evening.”

 

I was super delighted at actually being able to stay awake while she droned on!

 

She then walked past me, over to the grid bolt, swiped her card and to my horror lifted the thing. I was in shock; that bolt was massive and sounded really heavy when it moved.

 

Through five more grids exactly like the first one, and we were then joined by another warden.

 

“Block 2, cell 6” was all Kanna said before she turned back, to go over the entire process again.

 

I just looked on at her in amazement.

 

“Superwoman in disguise” I jumped, and the warden chuckled.

 

Casually cuffing my right hand from under my stack to his left, he started to lead me down a corridor. More clinical white.

 

Up the stairs, around a bend, another grid, lifted by another warden, the one attached to me doing it would have been extremely awkward, and I was then looking out onto three floors of cells.

 

The cells weren't at all like what I was expecting from TV. I was expecting something like that Alcatraz movie, with the bars instead of the fourth wall, showing the world everything you had. They have doors!! Actual doors!! Obviously they had a square around normal head height so the wardens could see in and stuff, but, I was just so relieved that the world wouldn't be witness to me going potty.

 

The top two balconies had a mesh, chicken wire thing, but stronger, jutting out about three metres around. The bottom floor had plastic patio tables and chairs arranged in a random pattern, for our breaks probably, that is if we were allowed to wander around, or maybe for when visitors came.

 

I was still kinda wondering about the mesh thing though.

 

“Just in case you feel like sky diving, or any similar activities” my warden said noting my curious gaze.

 

I laughed nervously and turned back around to him. He was a good bit taller than me, with longish black hair tied at the nape of his neck, his eyes where a purpley colour, lavender maybe, I never paid much attention to colours in art class, I just used what I thought was pretty. And he annoyingly had a little smirk stuck on his mug. He had that from the start, is he some creepy perv that gets off on captive women….?

 

Oh, I hope not…

 

“Hey, Mama Miroku!!!” someone cat called

 

“Hey Koharu” he waved back with his free hand.

 

“So… your name is Mama Miroku?” I braved conversation.

 

“Heh, just Miroku is fine, but you have to call us “Miss” and “Sir” when the superiors are around, you'll be warned in due time when to be respectful.” He seemed nice enough.

 

“OK, Just Miroku, where is my suite?”

 

“On the other side, there” he pointed but I didn't follow it.

 

We passed a few more cells and Miroku exchanged a few friendly quips with the prisoners. I hope all the other wardens are like him.

 

When we arrived at my glorious penthouse suite, I stood there and admired the slightly rusted steel door, and the black stencilled “6” adorning it.

 

Meanwhile, Miroku just shook his head as he went searching for the key to my cell.

 

“You're awfully cheery about this whole thing, normally we have to drag them in.” he commented, still searching for the key. The hoop was almost full with keys, and was big enough for a poodle to jump through.

 

“Yes, I've resigned myself to my fate” I ended in a dramatic sigh.

 

Miroku just looked up at me with a quirked eyebrow. “Not think this will ruin you?” He went back to searching my key.

 

“Oh, no doubt, I just don't think it's sunk in yet, I'll probably put the chicken wire to the test later when it does.”

 

“Ah!” He found the key, “Just make sure not to try it on my watch, I don't like doing stuff.”

 

“Sure” I agreed while he unbolted my new place of residence.

 

I was expecting a dank white cell, or even a yucky egg shell yellow colour as greeting, but lucky me, I got a dank turquoise instead. To the right, was a flimsy screen shutter, made of bamboo and rice paper, nowhere near the quality of a normal shoji, behind which, I could only hope was a toilet of sorts. In the corner, next to the shutter was a divided alcove, clothes placed all down one side, the other side was bare, for my clothes I presumed.

 

There was a bunk on the opposite side of the room.

 

Some pictures decorated the wall beside the top bunk, most likely belonging to the girl lying on said bunk.

 

She took her time in putting the book down on the bed beside her, probably finishing to a paragraph end or another marker of sorts.

 

She just rolled straight over the side and landed on her feet, she looked up, a huge grin plastered on her pretty face.

 

“Sango, my I present to you, your new roomie, Higurashi Kagome” He had just removed the cuffs from my wrist, and he made a rolling bow in announcing me.

 

“Kagome, this is Fujiwara Sango, I'm sure the two of you will get on fine. If you don't, be sure to call me before the cat-fight starts so I can watch ok?”

 

He winked at Sango and left us, bolting the door behind him.

 

I reached out my right hand to shake hers, while balancing everything in my left snce I couldn't bow.

 

She smiled and shook it. She had a very strong grip.

 

“I hope you don't mind the bottom bunk Kagome, It is Kagome right?”

 

“Yes, it's Kagome, and you're Sango?” She nodded.

 

“I prefer the bottom anyway; I always used to fall off the top when I was small.”

 

“Oh, and don't mind that stupid perv Miroku, he's harmless really, he'd probably let you away with anything short of murder. Your not here for that are you?” She looked quizzical, like she was expecting to fight for her life or sleep with one eye open.

 

“No, I'm here because of trespass and stuff, its stupid really…” I waved it off.

 

“So what time is dinner in this joint?”

 

Sango shrugged, “Whenever it's ready, oh, you can put your stuff in the alcove over there.”

 

She hopped back on the bed whilst I was unloading.

 

When I`d finished, I turned back to the reading Sango, dusting off my hands, “So what do we do til then?”

 

She just started laughing.

 

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Well, that's the first chap, sorry for any typing errors, grammatical mistakes, or just plain confusing bits, I'll correct them when I revise it in a few days time, I just had to get it out today so I could concentrate on other stuff.

 

Please review, all feed back is welcome.