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Footsteps echoed around the building, accompanied by the pitter-patter of tiny feet that was heard throughout the empty compound. The sounds were only slightly muffled as the person was not wearing any shoes. The ravenette stopped and looked down when he felt something soft and small squishing his foot.
“Ahh… Kuu, you found me again. I really am no match for you, huh?” Jyugo bent down to pick up the black cat that was meowing lazily at him, a somewhat smug look in its forest green eyes.
Jyugo hummed in thought as he continued on his way to his undecided destination.
The guards really do need to do a better job if I can sneak out of my cell so many times… Not that I mind though. Jyugo thought as he stopped at one particular spot. It was the place where he and Tsukumo had that slightly deep conversation that made the whole atmosphere awkward. He smiled at that memory and faced the huge window. He looked out to see the view, but really, all you could see was the sky and the ocean and the entrance of Nanba Prison. Yet the view was picturesque with the sky a bright blue, puffy white clouds moving in a slow pace and the slight shine of the deep blue sea from the sunlight, sparkling beautifully as the never-ending waves flow continuously.
“I wonder how we could even escape when we’re practically surrounded by the ocean and not even a single city to be spotted from miles away... If an emergency happens, how would we escape then?” He felt silly talking to a cat, but then he realised Kuu wasn’t here and it must’ve jumped out of his arms sometime during his walk without him noticing.
As Jyugo was admiring the view, he saw something in the corner of his eye that caught his attention. He tried to peek further at the object that piqued his interest as much as the transparent obstacle that was the window would allow him.
“A new prisoner?” Jyugo murmured to himself as he watched a few guards including Hajime, bringing in the new prisoner. Curious he was, he went down to meet them halfway.
“No.15, you better go back to your cell now before I punch you in the face again. Though unfortunately I can’t do that right now because as you can see, I’m busy escorting this fellow here to building 4.” Hajime said grumpily as he saw No.15 approaching his way here. He could already feel a stomach ache and headache coming.
Building 4?
“Oh? So Musashi is finally going to have a friend in that building?” Jyugo laughed haughtily at that thought as he stared at the newcomer. The man looked… weird. Something was off, and Jyugo was unable to figure it out. When the man in handcuffs turned to glance at him, Jyugo felt himself froze. The man’s cheeks were sunken, his face was frighteningly pale and there were dark eye bags beneath his eyes. But what shocked Jyugo the most was his bloodshot red eyes that at the same time, have a thin transparent white film covering his irises and sclera. The moment he looked into those eyes, Jyugo was suddenly overcome with a heavy feeling and a shudder went down his spine.
What was that?
He watched as the guards directed the newcomer to building four and finally relaxed himself. Dismissing the paranoia, he returned to his own cell.
During the night, when his cell mates were asleep, Jyugo still couldn’t shake off the weird feeling in his chest. He sat at the corner of the room where he could see the full moon shining through the small window.
“Can’t sleep again, Jyugo?”
Jyugo turned to the voice and saw Uno looking up at him, lying on his stomach with his arms folded under him, serving as a pillow for his head to rest on.
“You look distressed, what are you thinking Jyugo?” Uno said in a soft and tender tone that slightly eased the anxious feeling in him.
“Do you have some sort of ‘Jyugo is distressed’ alarm built in you or something?” Jyugo gave a tiny smile to Uno before sighing.
“I don’t know.”
Uno blinked, sky blue eyes laced with concern looked at him questioningly. He propped himself up with his elbows, his strawberry blonde hair cascading down his shoulders. “What do you mean?”
Jyugo glanced back up at the moon, the light reflected on his eyes, changing the colour to a silver blue. It was full and shining bright. The silver glow it cast was probably the brightest he’s ever seen, and it did nothing to comfort him. The luminous white light the moon gave off felt to him like it was a warning. And the brighter it shone, the worse he felt.
“I don’t know, Uno…”