Ecstasy

Chapter 25; Settling In

It's been 6 months. I have absolutely nothing to do with my time. I don't know what to do here anymore. There are other Black Dragons here, I know they all got fucked over like me. Damon protects the Dragons he fancies. He always does. He never holds his own, and that's what makes him a fucking coward.

I sat in silence as I eyed my dinner. Some kind of sludgy porridge or some shit. It looks fucking disgusting.

"What, food not to your liking, Ddaeng?" One of the regular guards on duty sat next to me.

"Is it ever?" I asked, picking it around. He was surprisingly pretty okay, for a guard.

"Don't blame you. This shit looks gross." He pushed the food away from me.

"There should be some dessert, just head around the caf." I set down my fork.

"Thanks, J." I said. He would be the guard to wake me up at six. His 12 hour shift ended half an hour ago.

"No problem, Ddaeng." His name was Junho. Nam Junho. He was Korean-Japanese like me. He was around the age of 40.

"Just stay safe." He patted me on the shoulder before leaving the cafeteria.

I didn't have any friends here. It was.. Only him. Junho. Which is-- surprising! Considering the amazingly likeable person I am.

But.. that's besides the point. I feel.. like I'm changing. I feel different, more different than when I stepped foot in this-- hellhole. I don't know if the change is good or bad. For me, I mean. Obviously.

It's been six months now. I wonder how Dari's doing? I haven't seen him in a while. Satoro always comes to visit me as much as he can.

I've made plenty of enemies here.

I find it hard to sleep.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I hope I don't die.

So what if I do? Wasn't worth it anyways.

I don't need anyone. All I need is my family.

Satoro.

Dari.

They're my family.

They believe in me. But I wish I could believe in myself. I'm going down a path I'm not supposed to, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to get back. I'm spiralling down this rabbit hole, I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do anymore, and I'm cold, and I'm scared and I'm--

"You okay?" It was Junho again.

"Thought you said you were leaving, Junho?" I replied.

"Forgot my coat." I looked beside me, and his ratty leather coat was on the chair next to me.

"Oh. Well, say hi to your wife for me." I clicked my tongue.

"I don't think she would be very happy if I said a random inmate said hi to her. That's quite terrifying." Then there was a weird bit of silence.

"Just drive home safe. It would be a lonely experience here without my only friend." He nodded his head slightly and left.

Then this weird ass looking twink bitch walked my way. He had dark purple hair that was fading at the ends, and his roots were growing out. He looked like the type of guy to look weak, but have immeasurable strength.

"You've been quiet. How long have you been here?" He asked me. I stayed silent. Like, who are you even? I don't fucking know you. I don't want to know you. Why should I answer you?

"I asked you something, meaning I wanted an answer." He pressed.

"6 months."

"There we go! What's your name?"

"..."

"My name's Kibe." He held out a hand.

"Ddaeng." I ignored it, and he pulled it away.

"We should be friends. I'm a little popular around here."

"Me? Be friends with a little twink fruitcake? No thanks, Kibe. If that's your real name." I turned away, not looking back. I'm pretty sure he was in awe. Maybe I made a mistake? Then the PA system made a little jingle; an announcement was coming in.

"19097, you have a visitor. Please proceed to the atrium doors to be escorted to your visitor."

Who the fuck is visiting me now? I headed with a guard to the room with the bulletproof glass.

I think it felt like a longer walk than usual.

It was just the man I wanted to see.

Tsukiyo Kaneko.