Nekoma Prison

First Day

When Tsukishima woke up, he expected to be in his usual warm and comfy bed, instead, he found himself lying on a cold concrete floor inside a dark, confined cell. The chill breeze rippled over his skin, rousing him from his slumber. His eyes were leaden as he slowly blinked them open. Gradually, the drowsiness was replaced with enough energy for Tsukishima to lift his head. But that action was stopped by a pulsing ache.

Tsukishima dropped his head back onto the floor and reached up to rub his temple. His eyes stared at the grey stone ceiling above him. He let his body rest against the cold ground before he attempted to rise again. This time, a small cry left his lips as he tried to lift his arms and legs. His lower body was racked with aches and featured the sensation of being pricked with a thousand needles.

"Took you long enough to wake up."

Tsukishima lifted his eyes at the sudden voice. Beyond the metal bars of his cell stood a domineering man, with one hand resting on his hip while the other against the metal bar. His hazel eyes scanned over Tsukishima's bare skin before locking into his round golden eyes.

Confusion mixed with panic reflected on Tsukishima's blurry eyes, before he widened at the realisation of the figure ahead of him.

Kuroo Tetsurou.

Fiery rage boiled within his veins as flashes of images on his previous 'Inspection' surfaces back into his mind. The nerve of this man to do such a thing to him. What sort of inspection was that?! To be stripped naked in front of a man and forced to stay in such embarrassing positions. But as his mind drifted further into the unwanted memories, flashes of images of his shameless act recoiled. His gaze fell to the ground and his breathing halt as he tried to collate his thoughts.

Tsukishima squeezed his eyes tight and pulled his legs close to his chest. Kuroo's touches from yesterday still lingered on his skin, like a feather lightly brushing against his bare body. He wanted to forget about the previous scenes. He didn't want to be in the same space with that man. He wanted to get out of this prison.

Too consumed by his thoughts, Tsukishima didn't hear Kuroo's words nor the sound of a metal lock being unlocked by a chain of keys. Kuroo silently entered the dark cell as he observed the shaking guy. It was not a surprise to see such a reaction, especially for what he had experienced yesterday. Though, it was only just the beginning.

Kuroo smirked as he gazed down on the curled up blondie, before squatting down on one knee.

The thoughts in Tsukishima's mind ceased when he suddenly felt a presence within the small confined space he was in. Not only that, the presence was very close. Glancing up from his folded arms, Tsukishima was startled to see Kuroo's smug face so close in front of him.

"What were you thinking about, Prisoner 011?" Kuroo smirked, his hand reaching forward to Kei's chin.

Tsukishima's eyes widened at the approaching hand and without thinking clearly, he quickly slapped it away and pushed Kuroo back. "D-don't touch me, pervert!" Tsukishima shouted as he scooted further back into the corner. His fearful golden eyes focusing on the older man, who silently stood up.

Kuroo took a step forward and stared down at Tsukishima, his eyes no longer bearing the mischievous and ludic gaze.

A cold stare bore into Tsukishima's fearful eyes as painful silence engulfed them. Without a word, Kuroo reached down, fisting Tsukishima's hair and abruptly ripping his head up. "What did you just say?" Kuroo furrowed his eyes as he held his grip tighter, causing Tsukishima to groan and held onto Kuroo's wrist.

"I-I..." Tsukishima stuttered, not able to form a coherent sentence.

Kuroo yanked the blond hair back, angling his head to face him and causing Tsukishima to strain his neck which amplified his pain. White-hot pain spread along Tsukishima's scalp under Kuroo's grip.

Kuroo observed in amusement at how the younger lip's quiver as he struggled to find words to speak. The raven-haired snickered and leaned forward, "You got a lot of nerve, 011. Looks like you need to be disciplined."

Tsukishima simply stared back, dumbfoundedly, at the intimidating handsome tall man in front of him. Discipline? What does he mean by that?

Seeing the confused face, Kuroo continued. "I won't tolerate any disobedience from you, 011. Disobey me, and I'll make you regret the day you step foot in this building."

The expression on Kuroo's stunning face clearly showed that he was serious with every word mentioned. "Do you understand?"

Tsukishima's hands loosen its hold on Kuroo's wrist and slowly slumped to the floor. With a shaky breath, Tsukishima let a timid yes. But apparently, the older man was not pleased with the response given as he tightened his grip.

"I can't hear you, Prisoner 011!"

"Y-yes s-sir!"

"Good boy."

With that, Kuroo smiled and released his grasp. "Get up and wear your uniform."

Tsukishima looked up and glanced over to the side of the room, where a pair of crumpled orange jumpsuit uniform was laid. He hastily grabbed the clothing and threw it over his head, before glancing behind him to see Kuroo simply folding his arms, eyeing every movement he made.

As soon as Tsukishima had finished putting on his uniform, Kuroo quickly secured Tsukishima's wrists with a handcuff along with a chain attached. He roughly pulled the chain to lead him out of the dark cell, passing a guard dressed in a similar dark blue uniform. The corridor was long and narrow with dim light illuminating its path. As they walked further down, Tsukishima scanned his surroundings and noticed the cold metal bars lining across both sides of the corridor.

Oh, that's right, he was not alone here.

With every step he took, he could feel the menacing eyes of the hidden inmates staring at him as he walked past the dark cells. Feeling uneasy, Tsukishima silently continued to follow Kuroo with his head hung low.

When they turned to the corner, Kuroo stopped his track and turned around to look at Tsukishima sternly. "This is where you will have your meals every day."

Before them was a closed grey metal door. Even from the outside, Tsukishima could hear the loud muffled sound of chatter and males shoutings. Keeping his eyes fixed on Tsukishima's, Kuroo continued, "You got 20 minutes to finish up your meal, and you better not cause any trouble."

Tsukishima nervously gave a small nod and waited for the older male to release his hands from the restraint handcuffs. No further words were spoken and Kuroo turned back towards the door to give a loud knock. Seconds later, the sound of metal clicking was heard as the heavy door swung open to reveal another guard.

The guard had black hair combed and gelled up neatly. His eyebrow furrowed before rising upon seeing the visitor beyond the door. Quickly, he straightened his back and raised his hand up to his forehead to greet his superior. Kuroo held a poker face and slightly nodded his head in acknowledgement before walking away, leaving Tsukishima alone stranded at the entrance.

"Get in!" The guard snapped as soon as his cold blue eyes focused on the nervous prisoner ahead. Tsukishima jolted at the sudden command and hesitantly glanced at the interior of the room.

Males prisoners everywhere.

Men's of different heights, sizes and age filled the vast enclosed space. It was like entering a lion's den. From the scruffy appearance of the prisoners, clusters of men everywhere to the dagger eyes being directed at him, Tsukishima certainly felt out of place.

Seeing that the blonde didn't move, the guard gripped Tsukishima's arm and hauled him forward. "Hurry up and get your breakfast!" The guard pushed him into the crowded cafeteria, before returning to his post beside the entrance door.