Prison Talk

The begining

As the bus entered through the iron, barb-wired gate to approach the nearly windowless, concrete building off in the distance, Keith wondered on how he had even gotten himself into this position. Never in a million years did he'd end up here...well, maybe that wasn't quite true. Or maybe it was. Whichever the case, he'd certainly never thought he'd get caught performing such a crime. It was an accident...a mishap that landed him in this federal prison, doomed to spend the rest of his youth behind bars. One does not rob Dunbar armored car  with a loaded gun and get away with it with a slap on the wrist.
Sighing to himself, the raven haired young man averted his eyes from the absolute dismal setting he saw behind the pane of glass. The stormy weather matched his attitude...20 years in prison. Twenty years. Keith wasn't even 20 yet, and here he was, stuck in prison for such a long time. And it wasn't just any prison...it was the kind of prison that all crooks of such a degree were sent to. Rapists, murderers, serial killers...it was safe to say that Keith was certainly terrified of what may come. He'd heard stories of such prisons...he'd known people who'd experienced the horrors of such a place. He shuddered at the memories of retold stories. How deeply he hoped he would never have to deal with such a thing.
Keith was lead to the furthest cell in the standard security wing. The door was unlocked and he was tossed in. "Treat him well, Shirogane. It's not every day Kogane you get locked up with a YAKUZA member~ ." The guard cackled and shook his head as he soon sauntered off, keys swinging around his finger.
The person in question was sitting on the bottom bunk with a book in hand. He was rather thick, a large man, though probably not entirely muscle-he was missing i his right arm , though. He had a-stout  Japanese  nose and jet black hair with a fluffy white tuff that hung over his forehead enough for him to flip it just the right amount he also had a scar running along the bridge of his nose. "Hello, I take it you are here to stay?"
Kieth stumbled into his cell, flinching as the barred door was shut behind him. The cackling of the guard was rather unnerving, especially when he saw the man that must have been "takashi shirogane." He was tall and thick...his strength undeniable. It contrasted starkly with Keith's teenage form; the man could probably snap him in half if he wished even if he only had one arm.
"Isn't everyone here to stay...?" Kieth questioned in a shaky voice, meandering off to the opposide side of the cell in what he hoped to be an unnoticeable fashion. Everything about the man intimidated the nervous raven haired teen...his accent, his build...it was absolutely nervewracking.
"For more than ten years, that is for sure," the brown eyed man laughed as he closed his book and set it aside. "Welcome, I am Shiro. And you? We are going to be sharing living space, I don't see why we shouldn't be on first name basis with one another." The Japanese man had an unnerving smile about him. Something that you would think was hiding something. Definitely hiding something, how sweet he acted. This was prison.
"Kieth...Kogane" the teen mumbled, still backing up a little. The sickly sweet smile plastered on the man's face did nothing to sooth his fears. And he was stuck with the man for the next twenty years, it seemed. Though shiro did seem to be trying to be friendly...but Kieth wasn't sure if he trusted the man's nice act or not. The guy just exuded an aura of uneasiness...though that could have just been him freaking out too much about the whole prison deal. Either way, the younger male kept a safe distance from the man, not wanting to risk anything.
"You get the top bunk!" Shiro laughed as he tapped the metal bar. "Be careful when you climb the ladder, it's a little rocky. I've knocked my head several time trying to get up there." He shrugged and leaned back, picking up his book again. "Things are rather quiet around this time of the evening- we get let out for three meals a day, at eight, one and six, and we get two two hour intervals to go out into the courtyards or to the craft rooms."
Kieth didn't really want to approach the bed just yet, since shiro was there, so instead he pulled up the lone wooden chair that was located in the corner of the room and took a seat. So he'd missed dinner, huh? Well...the food there probably wasn't the greatest anyway. And he was stuck eating it for the next 20 years. The raven haired teen  wanted to cry at the thought he wouldn't sink his teeth into another Big Mac until he was almost 40. Thinking such dreary thoughts, the boy kept quiet, not really wanting to converse with the Japanese man . He was big and scary and intimidating.
"You look a little somber," shiro chuckled as he looked over the top of his book. "How long are you in for?" he asked, perking up a little as he moved to a topic that was always lucrative and ripe with information. Information he could use and warp to his advantage. "I am here for life, sadly. But luckily I have possibility of parole!"
Shiro was in for life. Considering his exterior...that did not sound good. With wide eyes, Kieth responded hesitantly, his fear still edging obviously into his voice as much as he tried to supress it, "T-twenty years. Robbed a Dunbar truck. Killed the driver and a few others. Now I'm here..." Okay, so the teen hadn't actually killed anyone, but he figured that it'd give him an edge if he said he did...that maybe shiro  would take him as some kind of threat and back off...though the young man probably needed a miracle for that. "What're you in for?"
"Oh, only twenty years for that? They went easy on you!" Shiro laughed as he shook his head. "Oh, I owned a...business let's say. People got hurt that may have ended in deaths. I sold a lot of 'medicine' for the yakuza here in America " It was a little too easy to decipher shiro's words. He was a drug lord, a powerful one, and he had locked himself away for life. Luckily with the chance of parole, but he still wasn't getting any younger.
The younger male understood shiro perfectly. So he was stuck with an intimidating drug lord for the remainder of his time in prison. Yeah. That was comforting. Kieth  nodded, trying to work on his confidence. When in the presence of murderers and rapists, he needed to have a strong appeal. That he wasn't one to be fucked with. Unfortunately, with his build and appearance...it probably wasn't going to happen. "So how long have you been here already..?" Maybe shiro had bettered himself in his time in prison and moved past the...violent and drug dealing phase of life? Oh god, Keith certainly hoped so.