Pr☤s◎ᾔer of Dεsire [Senji Kiyomasa Love Story] (Deadman Wonderland)

A Caged Songbird

I adjusted the collar around my neck as I stared at my reflection in the mirror over the tiny sink that was next to the bared doors. My short, brown hair was messy as it covered my face and my eyes had no life in them. From the mirror I glanced at the bag the crazy, cow tit ward gave me. I read the rulebook and to me this place did not seem like an ordinary prison, but I will do whatever I need to survive in this place. I grabbed the piece of candy I threw in the sink as I searched through the bag and unwrapped it. I observed its features, before plopping it in my mouth and chewing on it. At that moment, I choked and gagged on the candy, trying to force it down my throat.

“Fuck, this tastes like shit.” I groaned as I turned on the faucet and ducked my head underneath it, drinking the water.

I sprayed my whole head with water, before turning off the faucet and flipping my hair back, staring at my reflection in the mirror again, but to see it wasn’t me. It was Chiyoye.

“What the fuck kind of prison makes you wear collars around your neck that circulates poison through your veins after three days of not eating the antidote candy? And the damn candy tastes like cow shit!” She asked me angrily, glaring at me.

I shrugged my shoulders and continued to stare at her.

“And that dog race yesterday. If you participated in that, you probably would have died and that means I would die too.”

“I’m glad to know you care about me, Chiyoye.” I told her sarcastically.

“Yeah, well, whatever. It was mass homicide out there, not that I didn’t enjoy all the bloodshed.” She said, licking her lips, grinning.

I rolled my eyes at her.

“What is with this carnival corpse thing they are having you participate in tomorrow?”

“I was forced to watch a video on that, all thanks to Tamaki. It’s pretty much just another massacre. I am pitied against another person like me who he calls “Deadman”, whatever the fuck that is. We fight each other to the death or until one of us is unable to fight. The winner gets lots of cast points and antidote candy.”

“What about the loser?”

“I don’t know. He said something about a penalty game.”

“In this place? It can’t be good. Just keep your guard up.” Chiyoye demanded me.

“Yeah I know, unless you’ll get hurt.”

“Exactly, Rei-chan, now get out of here. It’s extremely hot in this jail cell.” She complained.

I combed through my wet hair and rolled my eyes at her again, before turning my back to the mirror and walked out to the courtyard.

I immediately rested on the soft green grass and stared at the sky. One of my arms embraced the back of my head and my right leg crossed of my left knee. The position wasn’t the right choice for the outfit I was wearing. I’m sure my panties are being flashed right now, but I didn’t care. I raised my free hand to the sky and observed it, turning it back and forth.

“How do these powers work?” I asked myself quietly.

I pondered on the thought, thinking back on Itoshi and Rin. At the time, I had cuts all over my body from the abuse Itoshi gave me earlier on that day. Thinking on that, I sat up and grabbed a piece of broken glass that laid on the grass next to me and slit the palm of my left hand. I flinched a bit to the stinging sensation, but I quickly relaxed as I got used to the pain. As the blood spurted from the cut in my hand, I started moving it around, testing it out. The blood turned into a thin like wire. I brought my hand down quickly, making the blood lash out at a nearby tree and slice through its trunk, making it collapse backwards. I widened my eyes and stared at my hand.