Uncontrollable Trauma | Nakamoto Yuta

I. 3

Heeeey Whatssup y'all? It's been a while hasn't it? Well, sorry about that....

This is a bit rushed kind of, the ending of this one definitely it a bit rushed....

Idk how court works lol or prison. Or anything really, why am I writing this story which will take place mostly in prison? Idk

Enjoy

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July 11, 2019

His hands were clammy, sweating, as they waited outside the courtroom. At least they were given some clothes to wear, even if they were an ugly shade of orange, it's better than walking around with just his T-shirt and boxers, so he really can't complain much. It was nerve wracking as they waited, they had the chance to speak with their lawyers in the morning and the previous night, so they more or less knew what to say, but he was still nervous beyond belief. He's never been to court in Korea, much less when he was still in Japan, at least if he was in Japan, he'd have the comfort of understand every word without problem; he's not even sure if he knows any legal terms in korean, he'll just have to see and hope for the best.

He was startled out of his thought by a nudge on the shoulder, "We're going in." The guard told him as they led both him and Sicheng through the now opened doors of the courtroom. Yuta took a deep breath, looking around the room of people, people that'll be deciding his future.

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   "Dong Sicheng, you are proven.... not guilty."

   Yuta let out a small sigh of relief when the judge announced his decision. Sicheng's not guilty, that means I won't be too, right? Since it was said we worked together on this, right? He glanced beside him to his lawyer, who sat sit and serious, face straight, but Yuta noticed a gleam of unsureness in his eyes, as he was confident they'd win this case; it slightly worried him as the judges turned to look at him.

   "Nakamoto Yuta," the judge pushed his glasses up his nose bridge, looking down at his papers before look him dead in the eye.

   "Guilty."

   His lawyer sighed, disappointed, but calm and collected. Yuta on the other hand, was silently freaking out, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He couldn't believe it, how?! Too much in shock, he didn't even resist when the police officers attached the metal handcuffs back around his wrists, pulling him up to stand, starting to lead him out the courtroom. Walking past the row where Sicheng and his lawyer were, the Chinese didn't dare look at him, looking straight ahead, still as can be. But there was a look in his eyes that Yuta couldn't quite put a name to as he passed by taking shaky breaths.

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Opening his eyes with a bit of struggle, tears having dried his lashes together, he looked out the window of the vehicle to find them pulling up into a large gray bricked building. So it's real... he was hoping he'd wake up, in his and Sicheng's apartment, cuddled together, this whole thing having been a dream; but nope, he's here, pulling up into a prison, alone with no one he knows.

He leaned back from the window as the car stopped and the officer got out the driver's seat, coming around to open his door. He went to hold the side of the car door as a natural habit, but the metal tying his wrists together made themselves apparent as he nearly stumble out the car.

"Come on, we don't have all day." The guard said roughly as he connected a chain to the short span of similarly styled chains between his handcuff, and jerking the chain unexpectedly to make him follow, chasing him to stumble, taking him a minute to balance himself as the guard didn't bother to wait and began walking before he could collect himself.

   He followed the guard inside, wrists aching, legs aching trying to keep up from the guard who walked abnormally quickly. His eyes skittish and jumping from side to side to look at everything all at once, he was nervous, if his sweaty palms, wide eyes, and tense body was anything to go by.

   It wasn't long before they made to a sort of reception desk were a woman sat at a computer. Looking up from the device, her piercing eyes looked at him before looking towards the guard. Yuta took an involuntary gulp, the state from the intimidating woman having sent a short shock of fear down his spine.

He stood still, head down, not wanting to accidentally meet the woman's eyes, as the guard and receptionist took. Fortunately –unfortunately?– only five minutes passed before he was pulled along, and he found himself step through one of those scanners, similar to one you'd go through at the airport, and into another hallway with walls of large gray bricks, the hallway seemed eerily lit, everything was lit in the yellow glow of the ceiling lights, yet he'd much prefer a bright light, the corners and shallows cast on the walls he found unsettling.

They stopped before an large, thick, metal door which required a code to enter. The guard made work to put in the code and they walked through.

He immediately jumped when he heard a shout to his left.

"Hey look! It's some new meat!"

On both sides with iron bars upon iron bars, with rooms behind them, each holding a bunk bed, desk, sink, toilet, and one to two people; prisoners.

Some laid on their bed, sleeping perhaps, some sat at desks with some paper, some read a book, some were were up against the bars, watching him as he passed by. He shrunk in on himself, unconsciously walking faster to walk beside the guard.

Some of the prisoners looks rough; tattoos scattered everywhere, scars, and piercings —he himself has quite a few along his ears so he can't say much, but these people, they looked scary. Yet some looked like they shouldn't belong here, yet, they had an aura around them, and the look in their eyes frightened him. There were some that looked completely normal. No strange looks, no aura. Looking as if they could've done nothing wrong. Are they here for something they didn't do too?

Or perhaps they're rightfully here.

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"Prisoner 1271026, Nakamoto Yuta, cell 378." The guard said, stoping abruptly, making the Japanese crash into his back.

The guard unlocked the cell beside them. He then turned to pull him closer, grabbing his wrists and undoing his cuffs roughly, living a thin bleeding cut and he pulled the metal away and pushed him in the cell.

"Dinner's at five, showers at seven, light out at ten, breakfast at seven in the morning, lunch at noon." The guard inform as he locked the cell before leaving.

Hearing the steps fade away, he stood up from the ground, where he had fallen from being pushed in, and look around. It was the same as the rest of the cells they passed. But he was the only one in this one, and didn't have to share. He didn't know whether that was better or worse. On one side he'll have the space to himself, on the other he'd be alone –not that having a roommate- cellmate would change that fact.

   He sat down on the rather stiff bed, fingers fiddling and licking his dry lips and looked to the small wall clock hanging in the corner of the room by the door. He didn't know what to do under dinner, so he laid down, shuffling around a bit as he tried to get comfortable and tried to drown out the chatter of prisoners and their cell mates in other cells nearby, and attempted to fall asleep.

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Thoughts?

Sorry for the shorter chapter, I've been busy juggling school, homework, and marching band since school start two weeks ago. I haven't had much time to write, but I'm trying whenever I can.

   Marchingband end I believe end of October or November, so regular or semi regular updates should return to normal then, until then updates will still be irregular and be updated whenever I finish a chapter

Thank you for being patient up til now, and until I can adjust to my schedule and am able to write regularly again, thank you, 🙏

     -shotarowrowrowurboat

See you next chapter~ 💚🌱