One Of A Kind (Levi X Reader) AU

17. Prison Mates

Reader's POV

"I don't want a roommate!" I whined to Kenny as he just chuckled, proceeding to eat another bite of his food.

"Cellmate, not roommate. And ya don't get a choice. Ya are the only one in yer cell, someone will come around to share with you in a bit."

"What happened to the guy who I shared with last time? What was his name? Dieter?" I took a bite of my bread.

"He was stabbed in a fight," Kenny explained as I nodded in understanding.

"How many more times do ya plan on comin' here?" Kenny asked after a pause, giving me one of his potatoes that he didn't want to eat.

"Who knows? I don't want to get caught but those French guys were really resentful," I happily accepted more food.

"They might just send ya to ya know where the next time ya get caught," Kenny pondered.

"I don't think I'll be able to make it back from there," I honestly answered, "I'm amazing but not that amazing."

"This might as well be yer last chance. If ya get caught then ya might never go back home again," Kenny said, "And then what about those brothers that ya are always talking about. And your grand dream. Ya hafta fulfill it soon or you might never get the chance."

"I know," I nodded in agreement, "But the grand dream is still far off. I'm still not good enough for it. The only way I can do it now is with a partner. And you already refused."

"I'm too old for that shit."

"Oh, really?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I don't wanna hafta leave. And then come back again," Kenny crossed his arms.

"You can just stay outside," I suggested, "You have a sister, right? And a young nephew? You can stay with them."

"That was years ago. I don't know if they'll even recognize me anymore."

"Please," I tried to be persuasive, "You can stay with me or I can get you a place of your own."

"Nah," Kenny was not budging, "If I leave then my sister will be put through all those interrogations again. I want to spare her the pain."

"So you want to rot in here for the rest of your life," I got the facts straight while trying to persuade Kenny to follow me, "Yeah sure, it's not gonna be pleasant for your sister if you run away but don't you think that she'd want to see you? Sure, you'll probably get transferred to you know where if you leave and get caught but do you really want to grow old and die in a prison? The only friend you have here is me and you don't know if you'll ever see me again. The food is never warm. The beds are hard as rock. No pretty faces to look at. Those French people were annoying as hell for sending me here but you should've seen their faces. I nearly got married to one of them!"

"Ya what?"

"Yes. I nearly got married to one of them!" I repeated myself, "It's at these times I wish that I wasn't a criminal. But if I wasn't then she probably wouldn't even know me. But my point is that there's so much out there! I don't know if I'll ever be coming back here so you have to tell me now if you're coming with me."

"Ya don't understand," Kenny turned away as he took back his words from a few moments ago, "The real reason I'm not leavin' isn't exactly because of the interrogations with my sister. It's because...I'm scared."

"Scared of what?" I finished my meal.

"My sister," Kenny looked embarrassed, "She'll kill me. I'd go to her but I feel safer here."

It took everything in me not to burst out laughing there and then but Kenny still recognized the fact that I was cracking up by seeing the smile on my face.

"If ya ever met her then ya'd know," Kenny scowled, "Ya're scared of yer idiot brothers but you consider yourself brave. I'm scared of a demon and ya're laughin'."

"I'd really like to meet her," I snickered as Kenny and I got up to say goodbyes at the end of dinner, "She must be really scary if even you are terrified of her."

"Ya have no idea."

"Alright, Kenny," I set my plate down with the other dishes, following Kenny's lead, "I'll see you tomorrow. I'm planning on leaving before the interrogation, whenever that is. So give me an answer as soon as possible."

"I already said no," Kenny said bluntly as he turned to leave.

"What about you husband, huh?" I called and that apparently caught Kenny's attention as he stopped, "You can see him too. I know you miss him. He probably misses you too."

Kenny turned around to glare at me and that sent chills through my spine, "Ya runt..."

"K. Bye," I turned around and bolted away from Kenny towards the gate as I was escorted to my cell, "Tell me tomorrow!"

The Next Day

"So, Kenny?" I lifted a rock from one side as Kenny did from the other as we did our prisoner duties by building a rock fortress of whatever.

"Sometimes I think about kickin' ya into the abyss surrounding this place," Kenny paused before continuing, "But I'd probably get bored if ya weren't around."

"Was that an insult or a compliment?"

"Both. And carry the rock properly. I'm doing yer part of liftin' too!"

"What can I say? Weightlifting just isn't my forte," I dropped the rock for Kenny to hold completely to scratch an itch as he fell a little off balance but steadied himself in time.

"Ya little shit!"

"It's cold!" I complained, "I need my blanket and hot chocolate!"

"Ya're too delicate! Get back ta work!" Kenny properly stacked the uneven rock in the fortress however it just wouldn't stick. I picked up a small rock and stuck in under the rock to make sure it stayed there before smiling at Kenny.

"See! I can still be useful!"

That was until the heavy rock ultimately disbalanced and fell along with three others under it and Kenny sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"If ya didn't remind me of my sister then I would've killed ya already."

"But I'm not scary."

"I meant by ya being a disaster at work."

8 hours later

"I'm tired," I let myself fall on the lower bunk of my cell. I had been switching bunks every night I had been here since I didn't have a roommate this time. Or cellmate as Kenny likes to call it. I took my mask off and let my ears rest. I had been given special permission to wear a mask in prison because it would be really troublesome for them if one of the prisoners was having a panic attack every second of the damn day.

I quickly put my mask back on again as I heard the lock of my cell being opened. I guessed it would be either Kenny deciding to leave now or the likelier option, a guard escorting me to be interrogated.

But my eyes widened in surprise after seeing that it was neither of those.

It was a roommate.

Or cellmate.

And along with my eyes being wider than saucers, my mouth was left ajar upon seeing my new roommate.

I looked at steel silver eyes as they gaped into mine.

"You've gotta be shitting me."

A/N = What is Marco's favourite drink? Half and half. Btw, it was my birthday yesterday.

December 8, 2022

- Heliaxa