The Analyst

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚢: 𝚈'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚒𝚕. 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙳.

I opened my eyes, groaning.

"God, kids are tiring. Why do people have them again?" I asked myself, stretching. I was sore all over, it hurt to move. It was only five days into my two weeks off and I was bored out of my mind.

I had called TBS last night to set up an appointment for my interview. Three days from now I'm going to be on national TV talking about my kidnapper. Hurrah.

"What to do, what to do?" I asked myself, sliding around my apartment in avocado socks.

Most of my friends were out on shifts, being hero's and all. Chiharu and Daichi are working.

A thought popped into my mind. I stopped my sliding, grabbing a hold of my counter.

"No," I said to myself, "they don't want to see me." I paused. "Do they? No no, they're probably mad at me, furious!" I tried to convince myself not to go, that they didn't want to see me, but my mind always came back to my promise.

"I promised I would go." I told myself. "I just hope it's not to soon."

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I stood in front of the building, scared for the first time since I got away from Tomura. What if they didn't want to see me?

I eventually gathered the strength and walked inside, barely clinging to whatever happiness I had, the rest was sucked away by the depressing atmosphere. The walls were gray and barren, the air stale and cold.

I walked up to the small receptionist desk, where I was met with an older woman going over some paper work.

"Hello and welcome to Fuchū Prison Visiting Center. Please fill out this form." She said without looking up, handing me a clipboard. I took it and a pen from the small cup in front of her, sitting down across the room.

Alright, easy enough. Calm down (Y/N), it'll be fine. Sex? Female. Age? Twenty five. Full name? (L/N) (Y/N). Birthdate...

The form went on and on, making me list my credentials and past felonies (which I had none). Finally I came to the last page, and turned in the form.

"Here you go." I said, handing the woman her clipboard back. She took it and quickly read through my answers.

"Excellent." She said stoically. "Sign in here." She used her own pen to tap yet another clipboard in front of me. I listed my name and the date, but paused when I saw the prisoner column.

"Excuse me," I said, trying to get the woman's attention.

"Yes?"

"Is it possible to visit two prisoners at once?" I asked, already knowing the answer and how hard the justice system was.

"That's not possible ma'am, only one prisoner at a time." She told me.

"With all due respect, I'm an officer of the law, and I need to see these two prisoners together. So please, can you make it happen?" I pleaded, hoping it would work.

The woman stared at me with hollow eyes.

"You're lucky I hate my job. Your excuse is bullshit, but you do good things detective. I'll let it slide."

"Thank you!" I quickly wrote the names down before she changed her mind.

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"You are not to raise your voice at the prisoner. You must not hand the prisoner anything without holding it up and turning it in all directions for a guard to see. Do you understand?" The guard asked me.