Cell Block Tango

Go Directly To Jail

  What is that racket? I give up trying to read with the fifth loud jeer coming from the hall. It can mean only one thing. A new inmate. I swing my legs off my bunk and casually walk to the bars of my cell, leaving my book opened to its place on the bed. The cells are locked down for two hours every afternoon and I find the restriction annoying but bearable with a good book or pleasurable companion. I've never thought myself gay, and not sure I do even now but I'd rather fuck some guy then go without anything. I still have standards though, I am the one doing the fucking, I never ever get fucked. The only time I got fucked was when I got fucked over by that conniving sorceress and then with Squall and his merry men. I might be young but I'm pretty big and built and I worked hard to get a respectable reputation in jail. I have power, friends and many connections. Nobody messes with me and mine.

    I lean against my cell bars and wait for the prisoner to be marched by. The only empty one on this row is the one beside mine. My cell is located on murderers block. Guess what type of crimes you do to get put there. On my particular row are those who have gone for beyond it by mass murder and plans for world domination or those who murder people of power. By the cat calls this guy is getting I would guess the latter and even that is probably a stretch.

    The calls grow louder and I can hear the clang of metal as the cuffed prisoner makes his way down. He finally comes into my line of sight and with a quick glance over I can understand the calls. Still in a nice black dress suit with a blue dress shirt that flows against his lean body, his shaggy chestnut locks block his face but I can still make out pouting, quivering lips. This guy is an emotional mess. His hands hang limp and chained together at his front while his shoulders shake with suppressed cries. I bet his eyes are watering and all those cat calls have probably put fear into them as well.

    As they approach my cell I try to bend down to get a better look of his face, who, I realize he's a good six inches shorter I give up and kneel instead. As he passes I see steel blue eyes filled with more emotion than I knew could exist. The thing that catches my attention the most though is the scar that runs between them. A mirror of my own.

    "Squall?" 

    Barely a whisper but still he turns a tear streaked face to me and mouths the words 'Seifer, please help me.'

    That takes me back a second. Since when does he ask for help. In that moment he's taken out of view and placed into his own cell. The door slams shut and the officers walk by.

    "Looks like you got a new play thing Seifer." the first skinny freckle faced guard, Al says.

    "Think you might enjoy this one too." Joe, the fat greasy one adds.

    "Really? Why's that boys?" Although they technically control me, I've used numerous resources to get them on my side. I can have bunk mates whenever I desire, no questions asked and they've been known to drop certain items or look away when I need to take care of some business. In a way it's like my own little jail cell mafia. 

    "He's the famous Squall Leonhart, your archrival. Not looking so tough anymore though." Joe smiles. 

    "Will probably be even worse after you and the other guys get to him" Al, that queer, sadistic fucker. I swear the rougher, more brutal the sex the more he gets off. Personally I find it disgusting and try to stay away from the rapists. I'll admit not all my partners have been 100% willing but there was no unnecessary pain and they all enjoyed it. Most even come back wanting more. It's more satisfying and a whole lot less work.

   "What makes you think I'd go for a pansy like that?"

   "Come off it Almasy, we know you'll want to claim ownership over the guy that threw you in here." Al says with his 'all knowing' smile.

   "Maybe, I'll have to wait and see if he's got anything to offer. What's he in for anyway?"

   The guards look at me dumbstruck for a second before I snarl and they jump back into reality. "You haven't been following the news have you?"

   "Not many in here do, what's your point Joe?"

   "Squall Leonhart murdered his father."

   "His what? He grew up in an orphanage. Besides he's a mercenary if he killed his old man he could just cover it up."

   "If you weren't in jail, I'd say you'd been living under a rock, but even that's hardly an excuse." Al pauses to shake his head a bit. "His father is non other than-"

   Al cuts in, "He killed off the president of Esthar, Laguna Loire."

   It takes a few minutes to sink in and even then it doesn't make sense. "Say what?"

   "Yeah they got into a big row at a function and Squall yelled he'd rather have a dead father than him. The next day Loire's dead. Squall has no alibi and a room full of witnesses to a death threat."

   "Not very smart for the ex-commander of Garden. Is it?"

   "Ex?" I question.

   "Yeah, got his SeeD revoked, unwarranted killing and the like." Joe replies while fiddling with his name tag. "Anyway, he got an international trial. People from all over the world spoke for and against him. Had to have numerous forces watching him from numerous places."

   "Yeah, they couldn't trust anyone not to let him escape. Most of the security was left to Galbadia Army and Esthar." Al looks into the direction of Squall's cell as if he couldn't believe that person could have been capable of anything beyond a cheap fuck. It made me upset, an insult too my rival's ability is an insult to mine.

   "And Garden?"

   "Couldn't hold him at Garden, die hold loyalty there. The trial was close but with no alibi and no other realistic suspects of course he was found guilty." Joe answers.

   "Took his guardian away. First time he cried during this whole ordeal. That didn't help his case much."

   "Hmm, I see. Thanks guys. You better go though. About time for our afternoon work out." As they left I tried to process all the information I had just received. They took Shiva from him? That explains his shocked state. Speaking of which, I can hear Squall's muffled sobs from next door. They must have just drawn Shiva before they brought him in. I wonder why he gave her up so easily? There is no way they could draw her out of him with their compatibility. Maybe that's why he gave her up. Wouldn't want her to suffer the torment of prison with him. Ice Prince always did have a soft spot for the ice queen.

   As my door opens I nearly fall out since I was too lost in my thoughts. As I make my way out I notices Squall doesn't exit his cell. Courtesy to a new inmate, the first day is yours to settle in. But tomorrow he'd be forced to go out and would be free and easy prey. I wonder how much he heard of my talk with the guards and decide that if its been on the news it shouldn't bug him. And sine when did I care anyway? I guess it's just that I've never seen him cry. My rival's supposed to be tough.