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PART SEVEN 

The Diary of Makie Sasaki!!!!!

Hello Mr. Diary! It’s me again, Makie! I know this is probably the seventh time I wrote in you today, but so much as happened! I met this little ladybug, who I named Niku, after those tasty nikumans I missed! Well actually Ku-chan came up with that name, since she loooooooves nikumans! Oh, did I tell you? Ku-chan is here now! I haven’t asked her why yet but now that Ku-chan and Yuu-chan are here, I’m sooooooo not lonely! <3! Love, Makie XOXOXOXOXO

 “Makie, why are you giggling again? Geeez, we’re going to get in trouble again because of you.” A familiar voice could be heard from the door.  A girl with pink flowing hair and a smile wider than the circumference of Venus stood up from her desk. She was inside a rather small plain looking white room, and there were no windows at all. The door looked like it was made out of titanium, and the only freedom that seeped into the room were through the door’s many air holes.

Welcome to Segregation, otherwise known as the hole.

Makie approached her door and looked out of the holes, able to make out Yuuna, who was also standing by the door across from her. She waved at her friend, still smiling despite the fact that she was in a super-maximum security unit within a prison, not a place full of happiness and fun and ponies and rainbows or whatnot. Though ironically, Makie had seen a rainbow that fateful day when their gang leader was killed, not so much grin-inducing. She had been in this place for three days, and for two of them was incredibly lonely. Much to her joy however, both Yuuna and Ku Fei ended up joining her in her escapades.

She closed her eyes, casually remarking, “Isn’t this fun guys!? I’m not lonely anymore and we can talk! How’d you two land here anyway!? You must’ve done something baaaaaad! Or did you do it on purpose to come here and cheer me up!? Awww, thanks guys, you’re the best!”

Yuuna chuckled a little, scratching the back of her head, “Hey Makie, you ever have a childhood friend?”

 “Yes! I’ve had many! There was Aoi and Kirami and Ami and Kiki…oh and of course Ako. She was the best, and the cutest! Whatever happened to Ako I wonder? Hehe, she’s probably a nurse or something, she always liked that stuff! Oh, but when I scraped my knee in first grade, she just fell and fainted! I didn’t know why!”

 “About Ako…how would you react if she was here right now?’ Yuuna asked, kicking her door a little.

Makie looked up, eyes widened with her pupils sparkling like the splashing rivers of mighty British Columbia, “Oh wow! If Ako came to visit me, I’d be so psyched! How would she even know I’m here!? I moved away from her a long time ago…it was such a sad moment of my life…”

 “What if Ako wasn’t exactly visiting, but was here anyway?”

The pink-haired girl looked up at the ceiling, with her finger on her chin, thinking, “Now why would Ako storm in here in a helicopter uninvited just to see me!?”

The sound of a girl’s forehead repeatedly smashing into a metal door echoed throughout the institution. Ku Fei started to laugh at Yuuna’s frustration, and Makie’s apparent stupidity, though she knew she wasn’t too bright herself, having to learn a second language just to communicate here. She was standing in the cell beside Yuuna’s, regretting that she could not witness the girl next to her treat her head so badly.

 “Yuuna, if you keep that up you’ll get a big ugly bruise there!” Makie said, finally noticing her friend abusing herself. A guard noticed the banging noise and walking towards them, it was Officer Oukouchi. Her hand was feeling around the handcuffs on her belt.

The officer spoke loudly, “What’s going on here!?”

Hearing Officer Oukouchi’s voice, Yuuna immediately stopped, but she also stopped because she was feeling a headache coming, and then realized that smashing her head for so long was not incredibly intelligent, “Why halo thar, Akira!”

 “Yuuna, why is there blood on your forehead?” The officer asked, noticing Yuuna’s obvious injury.

Yuuna grinned, playing dumb, “What blood? There’s no blood on my forehead! Get your eyes checked!”

 “Your forehead is definitely bleeding,” the officer said.

The inmate continued her act, “Well if you see red stuff on my head, it’s just paint!”

 “And how would you manage to get paint on your head inside a supermax building?”

She stuck her tongue out, shining the sides of her mouth, “Before I came here I had the hobby of smashing up red bugs into red paint! I just randomly decided to put some on my head, as decoration. Asakura does it!”

 “Right. Next time you bang your head on the door, we’re going to have to take you to the psychiatry ward. Try to remember that,” Officer Oukouchi warned, “Guess I’ll have to get you to the infirmary for a bandage or something.”

Yuuna stroked her chin, finally remembering to ask something, “Say, Akira. Do you know how Ako is doing?”

 “I don’t think I’m obliged to tell you, seeing as you’re here as punishment,” the officer put her hands on her waists, showing more signs of authority.

 “Aw c’mon, don’t you think I’ve suffered enough?”

 “You’ve only been in here for seven hours, where you’re able to talk to other inmates.”

Makie immediately noticed Ako’s name being brought up, “Is the Ako you’re talking about the one I think you’re talking about?”

Yuuna nodded while opening her mouth wide in a big grin, signalling that Makie was right. She shook her head so intently that some splotches of blood splattered onto the door. Officer Oukouchi noticed this.

 “I think you should refrain from moving your head too much, Yuuna.”

Makie thought for a moment once again, this time she stared at the door, “I’ve always wanted to visit Ako! It’s such a nice small city, and…”

BANG!

Officer Oukouchi found her palm to have smacked into her face, “Yuuna!”

-

Another morning it was for Ako. She yawned, threw her covers off from over her head due to paranoid fears that someone would run in and stab her, and jumped off from the top of the bunk bed. She figured that when Yuuna came back, she would be pleased to see that she kept her bed intact. The actual cell was quite bare, with nothing but a dusty television at the corner. The clock read 4:15am, and the sun had barely risen. She decided to actually use that television for once, and wanted to know what might have been happening in a world she couldn’t reach. Ako grabbed the headphones and turned the TV on.

 “INMATE IZUMI!!!”

The sheer amount of decibels of that scream knocked Ako off her feet, and her headphones fell onto the ground. She slowly got up, rubbing her poor undeserving ears. Officer Iincho was standing just outside her door, looking rather enraged. Ako didn’t recall doing anything that might have caused such fury, and so she was hopelessly confused. Perhaps turning on the television so early in the morning was prohibited, or was her clock broken, causing her to miss count? She did not know. The officer motioned for her to head to the door.

 “Uh, did I do something wrong…?” Ako asked. Her innocent demeanour caused Officer Iincho’s anger levels to rise even more, something that further confused the inmate.

The officer narrowed her eyes, never taking her sight off Ako, “You have the nerve to give that angelic look to me!? Turn around!”

Ako found her wrists to be treated almost as if an emotionally unstable teenager was handling it with a razor. The handcuffs that were slapped onto her wrists truly felt like they were actually slapped and Ako felt a stinging feeling on her left wrist, almost as if the handcuffs had given her a minor cut or wound. The officer must have been extremely angry. She felt like she being tugged on a leash as the officer dragged her towards a room in the upper levels of the facility. It was an interrogation room. When she sat down onto the hard and cold wooden chair, with her handcuffs tied to the table itself, Ako felt the same eerie feeling as she did the first time she was interrogated…for a crime she did not commit. It looked to be happening again. The sudden slam of Officer Iincho’s hand onto the table knocked her out of her unpleasant reminiscing.

 

She started with a growl, “You disgust me, Izumi!”

What did I doooo? Ako thought as she looked down, trying to avoid the cold eyes of the blonde officer before her. If she knew what she possibly did, maybe she wouldn’t feel so inferior and small at the moment.

The officer took out a photo of a ten-year-old boy, “Where is he!? Where is Negi Springfield!?”

 “W-who’s Negi Springfield…?” Ako managed to say before she was put quiet by yet even more screams from the officer.

 “You know who he is, Izumi! Don’t play dumb with me!” The officer slammed her hand down onto the table once again, bringing her face only short of Ako’s with an icy glare colder than the winters of central Canada, “You killed him, didn’t you? You wench! You killed a poor defenceless ten-year-old boy, admit it!”

What? I don’t even know who he is! Why are all these bad things happening to me!? Ako shrivelled up into an even smaller body on her cold and hard chair. She felt her own eyes swelling up from the constant yelling. Just stop it…stop it please!

Officer Iincho grabbed Ako by the scruff, picking her up centimetres from her chair, and pushed the photo of the cute little boy into her face, “Don’t you lie to me in front of my face! You know where he is, and you killed him, didn’t you!? You ditched his body somewhere, and you expect to go free after going crowbar crazy on his cousin, DIDN’T YOU!?”

 “W-what are you e-even talking…about!?” The waterworks were on now, and the sheer noise from everything else kept Ako’s squeaks to a minimum.

She felt herself being swayed off the chair, slamming into the wall behind her from the furious force of Officer Iincho. The pain radiated through her back, causing Ako to let out a small yelp. Now a helpless puppy, she was assaulted even more by the lion before her, “Stop questioning what you already know!!! You useless piece of trash! You don’t deserve to live! Maybe I should punch the confession out of your head!!”

Ako closed her eyes, still feeling the warm tears sliding down her cheeks, she braced for a painful impact, but felt nothing.

 “That’s enough, Iincho!”

Ako opened her left eye to see Officer Oukouchi standing by the door. She did not look too thrilled either, but definitely not as insane as Officer Iincho looked. The blonde released Ako, and she slid down to the floor. Her wrists felt particularly sore since they were still locked in the handcuffs, which were still bolted to the table. The pressure they took was damaging for her. Officer Oukouchi approached the two.

 “All we know is that Negi Springfield has gone missing. We have no evidence that Izumi is involved. We are only here to question her. That behaviour just now was uncalled for, Iincho,” Officer Oukouchi said, almost as if she were the veteran here, and not Iincho.

The angrier of the two crossed her arms, “You shouldn’t be questioning your peers either, Oukouchi! She obviously wanted revenge on Nagi Springfield for rejecting her and pretending to be someone he wasn’t, by taking out those he loved! It was bad enough that she almost killed him as well! This girl is insane, I tell you!”

 “The first thing I learned when I was training for this job was to never make assumptions, and you know that, Iincho. Let me deal with this,” Officer Oukouchi replied in a professional manner, “Captain Tatsumiya was the one who assigned me to do this, not you.”

The blonde tightened her fists in frustration, “Fine! But someone better be convicted sooner rather than never! And don’t you dare fall for that manipulative wench’s tricks!” She left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Ako was clearly shaking in fear, hugging her legs. She couldn’t help but to make occasional whimpers as she attempted to wipe away her tears. She didn’t want to look like an elementary student after scraping her knee in front of the only officer she felt comfortable with, but it wasn’t working at all. She managed to stand up to face the officer though.

 “S-so…what am I…uh, being a-accused of…?” She tried to keep a straight face, but Officer Oukouchi could tell Ako was failing.

 “Nothing. I apologize for Officer Iincho’s behaviour. She has a grudge on anybody who she suspects is responsible for cases where children are involved. She once had a little brother, you see…”

The officer watched Ako nod, and decided to continue, “What we do know, however, is that you were involved with one Nagi Springfield once. And the reason you are incarcerated here is because you struck him in the head with a crowbar, and then you pierced him repeatedly with a syringe. It’s a little suspicious that his cousin, who was supposedly with him during that incident, isn’t around.”

Ako did not want to be reminded about the same details that were spoken of over and over again during court, especially since she did not even know who these Springfields even were. She looked down at her wrists, where a few bruises started to appear. She did not say anything. Denying her crime would probably keep her in this room even longer.

 “Izumi-san, do you know the whereabouts of Negi Springfield? You did not mention him at all in court according to these transcripts,” Officer Oukouchi questioned.

 “No, I d-don’t know…” Ako started, once again looking up at the eyes of Officer Oukouchi, “I don’t even know who he is…”

The officer raised an eyebrow, “You’ve never met him? At all?”

 “No,” Ako replied. She could tell from the way the officer’s eyes looked that she did not believe her, “Y-you know…um, I still don’t know a t-thing about that assault of Nagi…whoever he is. You probably don’t believe that e-either, so I don’t know why I-I’m telling you this…”

The officer stood up, and unhooked Ako’s handcuffs from the table, “If you claim you’re innocent, you do know you can request to appeal your sentence, right?”

 “You c-can?”

 “You have been going to the library right? Anybody trying to clear their name often goes there to study law for ways to a successful acquittal. I’m not saying I actually believe you’re innocent, since my job’s description doesn’t include judging, but I’m just informing you that you can,” Officer Oukouchi explained.
 
Ako touched her chin with her index finger, looking up in a slight angle, in deep thought. It did seem like a good idea, but she wondered how on earth she could even get a lawyer. Even if she did manage to land one, it’s obvious the lawyer wouldn’t be very experienced. It was common sense that such a difficult case like this one would need an excellent lawyer. She sighed as she was escorted out of the scary interrogation room. Hopefully she wouldn’t come back anytime soon, but she already knew she probably would. Officer Iincho was waiting by the door, glaring intently on Ako was she strolled out.

 “Did you get her, Oukouchi?” She asked quietly, but Ako could still hear her.

Officer Oukouchi shook her head, “Maybe she did it, and maybe she didn’t. We don’t have the answers right now. Please don’t do anything drastic in the meantime, okay?”

 “I have no guarantees,” the blonde officer said, and then promptly walked off. She was not a happy camper.

When Ako reached her cell, the officer remembered something, “Oh, Izumi-san. You have visitors today. The frantic lockdown on the day you arrived caused me to forget to tell you a few things. Visiting hours usually take place before lunch and after supper on Mondays, and in your case it will be before lunch. Also, once summer is over, you will be given a choice. You could either continue your education in the prison’s education system so you can earn your high school diploma, or start learning a skill. Most people usually head for the latter route if they haven’t received their diploma yet.”

Ako nodded and shifted slowly back into her cell. She heard the sound of the door slide close behind her, and started to feel a little low when she realized she was getting used to that sound. It was now close to eight am, and she was wondering who on earth could be visiting her. Her parents were currently attempting to find ways to prove her innocence, but she knew they lived too far away to visit regularly. Sitting down on the ground, with her back leaning on the bed, she decided to once again turn on the television.

 “Psst.”

 “Huh?”

 “You there?” A whisper came from the vent. Ako approached it, wondering if it was her imagination, or maybe someone was trying to escape using the pipe system in the prison.

 “Who is this?” Ako replied softly, staring at the vent.

The stranger replied, “So you can’t recognize the gang leader’s voice. Wonderful.”

 “A-Asakura!?” Ako almost shouted, but covered her own mouth.

 “That’d be me. Go to the door,” the paparazzi commanded, “There is something for you.”

Ako turned her head and saw a slip of rolled-up paper go under her door. She quickly snatched it up, wondering where this came from. A piece of string was tied to it as well, and it seemed really long.

Asakura explained, “I run the mail around here. Looks like you got one from someone you know.”

 “Wait, why do you run the mail? Shouldn’t it be an officer or something…?” Ako asked, intrigued that the slip of paper was just a…well, a slip of a paper. It wasn’t in an envelope or anything.

Her neighbour continued, “Not that kind of mail. I run all the written communication between inmates. It’s illegal, but it pays good money,” she chuckled after she said that, but soon resumed, “Untie the string. I need that back.”

Once Ako untied the piece of string from the small rolled up piece of paper, it suddenly retreated back out from under the door. She was amazed that that one little string could be a form of transportation, like a delivery truck. She started to unroll the piece of paper.

 “Oh, one more thing, you or the sender owes me a dollar for that message.”

Ako raised her eyebrow. That was quite a hefty price for the small piece of paper she received, but business is business, after all. It seemed like Asakura read her mind.

 “I usually only charge a quarter, but that came from the hole, which is in another building. Think of it like importing a figurine from a country on the other side of the world. Of course I would charge more, and because I’m already doing that girl a favour, I figure I’d earn some extra money off it. You have fun there--”

”SHUT THE FUCK UP ASAKURA! I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!” One extremely enraged Chisame suddenly screamed. Ako almost fell onto her back from such a sudden noise. The entire prison had been completely quiet besides her conversation to the gang leader, which was quiet, so Ako was obviously startled. She quickly unrolled the paper, hearing what Asakura had to say about the sender.

Yo Ako!
It’s me, Yuuna! I’m here with your pal Makie, and for some reason Master Ku is here as well! She hasn’t told me why though, but that’s okay. I hope you’re doing okay with Asakura. I know she hasn’t been in the best of moods lately, but trust me; she is definitely your best option to stick with if you’re in danger or anything. I tried to tell Makie about you countless times, but she’s a little slow, ahahaha…I think she might be getting out sooner than later, as for me I’m not sure. Stay good and safe there, Ako! Damn I sound like my dad! See you later!
Yuuna

Ako smiled and rolled up the paper once again. She figured that since messages like these weren’t tolerated around here, that she had to hide it somewhere. She stood up and looked around. Before she could move an inch though, another whisper came from the vent.

 “Oh, one more thing, I did a little research on your case a while ago…you may want to hear this…”

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The Diary of Makie Sasaki!!!!!

Good morning Mr. Diary! <3 It’s a beautiful fine morning today, but sadly I cannot see the sunshine and rainbows outside because there are no windows. It makes me want to kill those cops! Oh, what am I saying? Ahahaha, those things are violent and bad! Ahahahahaha…maybe. Oh! There was some baaaad news yesterday! Yuuna gave herself this nasty bruise on her forehead and because of it the scary and should-be-dead cop took her away! Now I am lonely! Oh wait, Ku-chan is right next door! Hello Kuu! Oh right, she can’t hear my diary, ahahaha, what’s wrong with me!? This has been Makie Sasaki. LOTS OF LOVE!
XOXOXOXOXOXO

 “Good morning Ku-chan!” Makie shouted. The mumbling of a Chinese convict could be heard across the hall.

 “Mmhmm…nikuman?”

Makie laughed, “It’s not nikuman! It is me! Makie! Don’t you recognize your good buddy Makie!?”

 “Not at seven in morning, no,” Ku Fei yawned. She sat up in her bed. Her room was completely humid. Ku Fei’s pillow, blankets, and even the ground before her was wet for some reason. At first she assumed it was sweat, but she knew she didn’t sweat that much. Where was the water coming?

 “Eh? Why the floor wet, aruka!?” Ku Fei asked. She didn’t expect an answer, but one did come, albeit not something Ku Fei had wanted to hear.

Makie smiled, “Oh, I was bored yesterday and plugged Mr. toilet with my pens! Now there’s water everywhere and we won’t get hot! Ahahaha! I’m so smart!”

 “So, how you go to washroom then?” Ku Fei asked, slightly disgusted.

 “Oh, I haven’t! I’m going to use the one by the open cage in one hour! I think I have enough power to last that long!”

Ku Fei raised an eyebrow, “Uh…let hope you do…”

 “WHO PLUGGED THE BLOODY TOILET!? THE PIPE BURST IN FRONT OF ME IN MY OFFICE!!!!!” An enraged scream came from the end of the hall. There stood Officer Iincho completely red and wet with steam exploding out of her ears. It looked rather apparent that Makie was not going to get out of the hole anytime soon…

END OF PART SEVEN

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