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Whispers spread through out the rooms inside the large building in the farthest corner of Japan. The building itself had been created years ago. While then it had been small, it had steadily increased in size through the years as it received more and more people coming into care there. Every month or two, the place would get someone new coming in. The staff would stay the same and never alter, but the people inside always changed.

The whispers spread like wildfire down both sides of the corridors and into the next set of cells. All of the chattering began soon after, catcalls of excitement ringing out. It was time for some new fresh meat. Violet eyes stared out of the bars holding the body they belonged to in the tiny piss a** room they were all forced to sleep in. Grey scrubs, like ones you would see on people in a hospital, clothed the small frame. Inky black hair fell down to the person’s shoulders, wisped out at the ends with one strand hanging in the person’s face. A smile tugged at pale peach lips. Sounded like there was some fresh meat coming in. This could prove to be interesting.

In the cell next to the violet eyed figure, another person sat. Red hair fell down well past the figure’s broad shoulders. It was obviously a male as the shoulders were broad and he wore defined muscles. A toothy smile ran across his lips as russet colored eyes narrowed in amusement. He was wearing the exact replica of what the other person was wearing in the cell over. They all wore the typical clothing in this place. What else were they supposed to wear?

The russet eyed male turned his head, whispered to the cell next to him. “Oi. Time for fresh meat, ne, Yuki?” His smirk widened as he heard a scoff. Ever the prissy one, never liking his shortened names for her. “Sorry, Sode no Shirayuki. Yer name’s a damn mouth full. Why couldn’t your inner self be named more simply like mine?”

“Because I’m not a simpleton like you, Zabimaru.” The response was in a feminine voice, though rather snarky and haughty. She was always called an ‘aristocratic b***h’ for a reason. Thus was said reason. She always acted like she was higher than everyone else, which she knew she wasn’t. She just did so to piss off Zabimaru most of the time.

“I ain’t a simpleton, you stupid b***h. Shut the ******** up.” The man called Zabimaru snapped back in irritation. The last thing he needed was to listen to that girl act like a b***h. While he was antsy from being locked away too, he didn’t want to listen to everyone complain.

On the other side, in another corridor sat another set of figures locked away in their cells. Messages of the newcomer passed around through their own cells like a wildfire, spreading down to the darkest corridor that held the most dangerous beings in the facility. They were numbered based on level of danger to the world outside the walls of the facility they were housed in. At the end of the corridor, locked in the darkest cell, was the most dangerous being.

Startling sky blue eyes stare out from the corner of the cell in the deepest corridor of the facility. He was listening to the whispers flying, a crooked grin spreading across his lips. Fresh meat, huh? Sounded promising. He planted his feet into the ground, arching his body to gain the momentum to throw his body upwards. He shifted his footing to completely lift up off the ground. Once he righted himself, he padded over to the door of his cell. In this portion of the cell units, they were kept in padded rooms designed to keep them from hurting themselves or other people. He was put into the most secure rooms in the building to make sure he had no chances of breaking free. It wasn’t as if he could do too terribly much though, as his arms were pinned in a tight straight jacket. It didn’t matter to him if his entire body was in shackles, he could always find a way out.

A tapping was heard on the left wall of his cell. The blue eyed man pressed his ear against the tiny hole between the walls. They’d created holes as miniscule as those to communicate through to each other. Not a single person on the staff had ever found the holes, so they deemed it an effective method of passing on information. He listened to the dead silence on the other side before tapping on the wall next to his head.

“Fresh meat is coming. And this one is different.” The voice the words came from was very monotonic and flat. When one had been here most of their life like he had, they began to lose what humanity they have and the life they once possessed was snuffed out. “They say this one is as psychotic as they come. As bad as you.”

A smirk curled at the blue eyed male and he spoke through the hole this time. “As bad as me, huh? We’ll see about that. That’s th’ same thing they said about all the other psychos that they’ve brought in taking to our ward that don’t last a single damn day.”

“No. This one is different.” The tone in the other changed slightly, making the blue eyed man listen intently. The other only ever sounded that serious when he meant something and was saying something important. Few people other than him had ever been able to tell the subtle shifts in his tones or expressions. “According to sources, he’s being moved by ten armed staffers, bound completely from head to toe with every type of restraints possible, blindfolded, the works. No one’s been moved in here like that since you arrived.”

A dark smile curved at the blue haired man’s lips. “Oh really now.” His eyes darkened slightly in excitement. There really hadn’t been someone transported like that since he’d come in a few years ago. This facility rarely got that much excitement. He couldn’t wait to meet this new inmate in the asylum from hell. “This should be fun, now shouldn’t it, Murcielago?”

“I believe it shall be. It sounds like they’re moving him to the section between Hollow and Shinigami Hall. Is that wise, Pantera?”

“Those idiots here don’t know s**t, you know that. They probably think keepin’ th’ new one away from us will be more beneficial to his ‘delicate mental state’.” A grin alit the man’s features. “They’ll realize how wrong they are.”

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Curious eyes stared out of the cells as the guard all surrounded the new inmate. He was donned in a straight jacket, multiple blind folds wrapped around his head, covering his ears. A separate cloth was tied tightly around his mouth. His legs were covered in chains, only allowing slight movement so he could walk. They escorted the new inmate into a cell down at the end of the hall, only one of the guards going inside. The most he took off was the blindfolds. “This will be your new home. The first few days, food will be brought to you. After those days, we will allow you to eat with the others in the main cafeteria. Breakfast is from seven thirty to nine. Lunch is from eleven to one. And dinner is from five to seven thirty. If you don’t pick up a meal during that time frame, you will go hungry until the next eating period. You must keep track of the time yourself. We are not responsible for reminding you. Wake up time is seven a.m. and lights out is at ten p.m.”

The guard stared at the inmate, whose gaze roamed the room. “The toilets are in all cells and around the base. All the doors are labeled. Do not go in any unlabeled doors unless instructed to.” He cleared his throat. “Showers will be taken in rotation. They will take volunteers in each rotation. Choose a rotation based on your planned activity for the day. And lastly, you are a part of the Vizard hall. Remember your hall when asked of it.” He paused once more. “Once every week, at a specific time, you will go see Yoruichi Shihoin, the psychiatric therapist here. You must always go to meetings with her. She will assess your mental state and prescribe you with proper medication.”

“It doesn’t take a psychiatrist to assess that I’m mentally unstable.” The soft spoken voice startled the guard, causing him to take a step back in fear. The soft tenor was very quiet and very calm. Honey brown eyes stared back at the guard, eyes that were wise beyond his obviously young years. A gentle, tired smile cross the young man’s lips. “I was told a lot of this already. You do not have to stay here with me and re-explain. I’ll be fine here.” He stepped silently over to the cot pushed up against the wall and lowered himself down onto it, facing the wall, arms bound behind his back with his straightjacket. Golden orange hair contrasted against stark white sheets.

The guard backed out of the cell quickly, locking the door behind him. All of the guards quickly left the room and went back to their workers room. It was nine thirty and everyone was already locked back into their cells for the night. All of the guards relaxed back in the computer room. The one that had spoken to the inmate stayed quiet. When asked what was wrong, he shook his head. “That one... he’s a strange one.” He paused for a moment with a frown, scratching at the stubble on his chin with a frown. “He was so calm... And it almost… seemed as if he wanted to be here. That he was glad he was locked up.” He waved off the confused stare sent his way. “I’m probably thinking on it too much. Nevermind. Let’s have a few drinks, ne?”