Porcelain [UNDERGOING SERIOUS EDITING]

Tape

Slight lime in this chapter

[Roll the tape]

Hamada, Hisoka

"Name?"

"I'm Hamada Hisoka!" The male smiles and looks to the camera. "Hii"

"Age?" Hisoka leans back. "Twenty-Five, I'm getting old" He giggles. "How long have you been in this facility?"

"Around a couple months" The male's tone shifts quicker than the speed of light. "I need an exact number, Hamada-" The man slams the table, startling the man behind the camera ever so slightly. "Why don't you find out yourself?! You've got the fuckin' file right there in front of you-"

"Sit back down or I will call security on you. That wouldn't be nice would it?" Hisoka growls, but then tears begin to stream down his cheeks. "It wouldn't matter if you did, I'm never getting out of here. I've been in here for five months already" There was some shuffling behind the camera. "What have you been diagnosed with?" A dull look appeared on Hisoka's face. "D.I.D."

"Please explain what D.I.D. is to the camera"

"Dissociative identity disorder you pathetic cunt"

"Cut down on the curse words, Hamada." Hisoka pouted. "I-I'm sorry. Ren isn't a-always like that"

"Ren?" Hisoka nodded. "We all have different names-U-Uh I'm D-Daiki"

"Daiki? And how many...others are in there with you?"

"There's only four of us, if you don't count Hisoka. Daiki is annoying"

"And what is your name?"

"Eito"

"Alright. Why are you...guys in this facility?"

"Assault"

"Interesting" There was soft scribbling, and then the click of a closing cap. "Nice meeting your multiple personalities, Mr.Hamada"

"Fuck you!"

Kagane, Yuuma