Where We Go From Here - Kagari love story (Psycho-Pass Fanfic)

Prologue

"Mommy, Daddy, where are they taking me? Why aren't you stopping them?!" The small girl exclaimed countless time, but the couple whom she was yelling at could do nothing but watch as their daughter was hauled away from their lives forever. Their poor, innocent daughter. She didn't deserve this. Or maybe she did. It was how society worked in this day and age. If your Psycho Pass was too high, you were deemed a latent criminal. That was the end of that, no questions asked. And poor little Ivory had been one of the unlucky few children in her school to have a frighteningly high hue. 

Ivory screamed and pulled away from the enforcers, but it was no use. She would be taken to a Isolation Facility, where she would remain forever. She wasn't too young to know this, she was 7 and a half, after all. Her parents had told her best they could about how their society worked, how the Sibyl system ran things. You were a latent criminal if your Psycho Pass was over the limit. Ivory had understood this, it seemed fairly simple. And if it were to happen to her, she would at least have a chance at rehabilitation. Unfortunately enough for her though, she had a 0% chance, therefore she would have to simply be locked away forever. 

When the officers dumped her in the back of their pick up truck, only then did Ivory decide it was officially pointless to do anything. She simply sat on one of the benches provided on either side of the walls of the back of the truck, and waited. For anything, really. She hadn't a clue what to expect. People with masks coming to grab her and lock her up as if she had some kind of disease. Scientists with glasses coming to experiment on her. Or normal people, who would just take her inside the facility and treat her like a friend, and not an enemy, for the first time today. But Ivory highly doubted the last possibility. Still, she didn't fancy being manhandled. 

This was so unfair! Why did she have to be locked up, when she was so young? She had her whole life to live! And it wasn't like she had murdered anybody! Unless you counted flies, and spiders, and bugs in general. 

Her parents had told her bedtime stories about a world that used to exist where the Sibyl system didn't exist, and they didn't have all the tech they did now. And, the strangest thing of all, was that you were only arrested if you had done something bad, after they caught you! 

But her parents weren't with her anymore, and that wasn't how the world worked nowadays. Now, you were apparently psycho and had to be locked up just because a test said so. Ivory thought it was the stupidest solution in the entire world, but she hadn't thought too much about how stupid it was until now, when she was the victim. 

Ivory was lost in thought feeling extremely sorry for herself, when the door suddenly opened, shedding harsh light around her and into her eyes. She covered her eyes with her arm, not seeing what kind of people were coming towards her. 

She didn't hear voices as she felt hands grabbing at her, dragging her forawrds. She didn't struggle, her one arm still occupied with protecting her eyes. When she felt the feeling of other people on her disappear, she slowly uncovered her eyes. 

The light was still as bright as ever, but as she blinked her eyes, her vision cleared to see clearly. She was seated on a examining table, and there was a woman seated in a spinning chair in front of her. 

"Hello, Ivory, I'm Professer Okisa." She said, without looking up from her notebook. She had long dark brown hair that was tied back in a ponytail, with dark brown eyes behind her thick rimmed glasses. 

"Why am I here?" Ivory asked, looking around the room. All computer monitors and a few doctor tools. Nothing that occupied Ivory's focus for more than a few seconds. 

"I'm assigned to you. Every day, I come to check your hue. We don't do experiments here, in case you were wondering. We just need to keep eyes on you at all times." She said, finally looking up. Ivory took a glance at what she was writing. She seemed to be writing about her behaviour. 

"Now, I'm going to check your Psycho Pass, and then Mrs. Hakawo will show you to your chamber, or room, if you prefer." 

This lady didn't seem very aware that Ivory was only a child and could end up crying any minute. Either that or she just simply didn't care. Yeah, probably that one. 

As Professer Okisa finished taking Ivory's Psycho Pass, a blonde woman with light brown eyes walked in. She was wearing a brown pencil skirt with a blouse, and a bright red tie. 

"Hello Ivory, I'm Mrs. Hakawo, but you can call me Sheizui." She said. Her voice was high pitched and kind. Ivory wasn't relieved from the kindness as much as she was annoyed. 

Ivory followed Sheizui to her "room," passing a dozen hallways, all the walls were pure white, and all the rooms were surrounded by glass. Unbreakable glass. 

Finally, they came to a hallway at the end of the building. Farthest from the nearest exit, Ivory thought solemnly. 

Because the hallway only had 1 room occupied at the moment, it looked like nobody really payed attention to this part of the building. One of the lightbulbs on the ceiling was hanging from a single wire, and 3 oout of 4 of them were burned out. The one that was shining light was the one above what Ivory assumed was her room. 

As Sheizui punched in a code that opened the glass door to her room, Ivory noticed a figure in the room next to hers. It was completely dark, but she could just barely make out a figure sitting against the wall in the corner. 

"By the way, we don't have opposite parts of the building for the opposite gender, so the person next to your room is a male." Sheizui said. Ivory turned around to say something, but the glass door was closed, and Sheizui was gone. 

Ivory sat on the bed and put her chin on her fist. This was awful. She would have to live here for the rest of her life, with see through walls, nowhere to hide. The guy next to her could always she what she was doing, when she was sleeping. 

Ivory shuddered. Why was this even aloud? What's worse is that she hadn't even been given time to pack up her stuff, so the only thing she had in the room was a pure white bed, pure white pillows, pure white dressers and a pure white desk. So bland. 

She slumped down on her bed, laying down with her back against the mattress. As she did this, she saw movement from the other room in the corner of her eye. She was tempted to look up, but she was afraid of what she would see. Even so, the curiosity got the better of her, and she turned her head towards the other room. 

And she looked. Straight into his peering brown eyes.