CLANNNNKKKKKK!!!
The heavy metal door of the holding cell clanged shut behind Renji.
He was in the Seihou Police Department's precinct, and for the first time in his eighteen years, he was being jailed.
An officer in a rumpled uniform—the same one who had pointed the gun at him earlier—gave the bars a casual rattle to ensure they were secure before grunting, "Stay put, kid. Don't cause any trouble, and it'll go easier."
His footsteps faded down the hall, leaving Renji alone with the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and the distant murmur of voices from the bullpen.
Renji cursed under his breath.
He slid down the concrete wall to sit on the cold metal bench, the chill seeping through his jeans and biting into his ass like icy fingers.
Resting his head back against the wall, he stared at the ceiling's peeling paint.
'This plan better work, or else…' he thought.
He couldn't believe the lengths he was putting himself through just to get laid.
