III

You were led into a waiting room, the doors behind you shut and locked with passcards that only belonged to the three commanders and leaders, so there were six in total, that much you had gathered. There might be more but you would have to do some snooping around to get more information on the place.

The waiting room had a door to an office on the left and straight ahead were more iron bars and a gate which led to the holding cell probably.

    "Well I think we'll leave her with you Reno, she has behaved so far, I think you can handle her." Cid said to the red haired turk.

    "Sure! Drop her on me why don't cha." Reno complained halfheartedly. Again, Reno was ignored by the other two, and they went on their way through the gate.

You took a seat and dropped your rucksack next to it, waiting patiently for your turn.

"You sure don't talk much, you secretly planning to kill me or something?" Reno questioned taking a seat next to you.

You gave him an uninterested glance, then went back to staring at the opposite wall. Then you did something that surprised him. You spoke.

"You talk too much." You deadpanned.

"Just trying to lighten the mood." Reno grinned. You turned to look at him fully. "Its none of my buisness, and I don't usually ask this, but you don't seem like a girl who would break the law, and you only come here if you've done something really bad. So, what are you in for."

"You're right, it is none of your business." You said bitterly. Reno smirked at your attitude towards him.

"Now why was I expecting that answer, hmm?" It wasn't exactly a question, more of a comment towards himself. Reno crossed his arms behind his head and leant back against the wall, closing his eyes.

"You sure that's wise?" You asked, looking at him from the corner of his eyes.

"What is?" He questioned, holding his smirk and keeping his eyes closed.

"Letting your guard down." He opened his eyes and locked gazes with you. Instantly, his chilled almost happy aura dropped into a dark one.

"You convicts do that a lot, you underestimate us too much." He said, uncrossing his arms and leaning towards you. You didn't move away as his face inched closer, looking you dead in the eye. Something that screamed danger swirled around in those green orbs of his. It sent a chill down your spine.

Moments of silence passed and neither of you moved, almost as if you were assessing each other, waiting for the other to attack maybe, but that never happened.

Reno snickered and leant back from your personal pace and as if on cue, the office door opened, grabbing your attention.

Out stepped two people, the first obviously a convict judging by the clothing and the second a man dressed in the same clothing as Reno.

The convict was a silvernette, his hair reaching just past his shoulders. His eyes were the strangest you had ever seen though. They were mesmerising and weird at the same time, they had a cat like slit for the pupils. Just as you were surveying him, he was surveying you.

Something was almost off about him, something sinister lurked behind his eyes, something dark. Was everyone here like that?

The two turks exchanged nods of greeting, before the man like Reno turned the convict toward the gate.

The convict sent you a small smirk and a flirtatious wink before walking through the gate. You simply watched him go with a bored expression.

"Looks like it's your turn Missy." Reno said standing up.

Picking up your bag you stood up as well and followed Reno into the office, allowing him to shut the door behind you.

In front of you was a fairly large polished wooden desk, and behind it was a masked man. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties and he had grey-blue hair and blue eyes. His eyes were sharp and regarded you somewhat coldly, not that you cared in the slightest, anyway. From what you could tell from the top half of his face, he was probably quite handsome beneath the mask.

    "Have a seat Miss (Surname)." He said taking some files out of a folder and spreading them out on the desk.

"(Name) (Surname), age (age). Committed multiple S ranked crimes in Midgar, Palumpolum, Yusnaan, The Wildlands, The Dead Dunes and Eden."

You held your breath at the last one, and gripped some fistfuls of your hoodie. Why oh why did he have to remind you so early on?

The two men seemed to notice your discomfort, but said nothing about it.

"Your cell is in A wing, Level 3, cell 47. Now before you go there are some obvious rules that I have to list for you. You may already have an idea of what those rules are but I'm told I have to tell you them anyway." Kurasame (you had read the name on the golden plate on the desk) said meeting his blue gaze with your (e/c) one.

You nodded meekly.

"Rule 1. When a guard tells you to do something, you must do so without question. Rule 2. Never assault the guards, otherwise they have permission to kill you,"

You twitched at that rule. Maybe your time in prison might turn out to be interesting.

"Rule 3. Fighting and brawling with the other convicts is not allowed, you will be punished if you do so. Rule 4. If you attempt to escape, again, we have permission to kill you. Finally the 5th rule is to stay in your cell at the required times. That is all." He finished, sounding like he would rather be anywhere but there.

"Reno, could you escort her please?"

"Like I had a choice in the first place" He pointed out opening the door.

Leading you out of the office, Reno shut the door behind you. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out an ID card opening the gate.

"Too bad you're not in B wing, otherwise I could have shown you round a little. The guy who runs A wing is Cid Aulstyne. In fact Qator should be showing you to your cell now, but that asshole has probably gone back to his post."

You said nothing as Reno began to explain how the place worked. Meals at 7:00am, 12:00pm and 6:00pm. In your cells at 8:00pm. Seemed simple enough. You were allowed in the central courtyard to socialise with anyone from any of the wings, although that never went down well Reno had added. He said that he had lost count of the brawls he had broken up. You had spoken up and asked him if he had killed anyone who had started a fight and his reply was 'You'd rather not know'.

Reno had also explained that there was a fighting pit where you could fight to the death against captured monsters from the central expanse. A way to pass the time really. There was also chores to do, taking turns for things like cooking, cleaning (the blood off the floor probably) and wiping down table after meals. Simple stuff.

Walking down hallways, down and up flights of stairs you doubted you would remember, you finally ended up at cell 47 on Level 3, and by the looks of things, you had a cell mate.

"I think from what the records say, your cellmate is female and her name is Fang. She's apparently a resident here on Gran Pulse, and what she did to get in here... I don't know and don't really care. So enjoy (Name)! See ya round." He drawled out as if he just wanted to get this over and done with.

Reno walked off with his hands in his pockets casually, before stopped and looking over his shoulder. "Oh and one more thing, (Name)," He called, a minuet smirk worming its way onto his lips. "There are some guys here that I'll advise you to keep your distance from. Good luck." And with that, he went.

Why did he wish you luck?

You looked back at your cell and sighed. Things could be better...At least you weren't roomies with a male rapist/pervert. It didn't seem the guards would care in the slightest if someone was beaten up or raped.

Someone asked me if I got this idea from Orange is the new Black, and my answer is no... I haven't even watched it yet. Hope you guys are enjoying this so far-Rikki