I paced the room, walking back and forth, trying to think of a way to escape. I looked out the window through the black bars. People walked past in a hurry, almost afraid that someone would suddenly come out and demand that they too, become a slave. I turned and paced again, faster this time. I stopped by a little puddle of water that was coming from the leeking roof. My hair, as white as snow, was the first thing I noticed. But then I noticed my eye's, my yellow eyes that, for some reason, contained black slits, which stood out completly. I shuffled to my 'bed' and sat down, pulling out a book from underneath my pillow. "Dear journal; Day 347 in cell. No luck of escape. Sleep undeniable" I layed my head down on the pillow, slipping the book underneath. I closed my eye's and slept.

I woke up with a face in mine. "WAAAH!!" I screamed, jumping back a little. The guy stood up and whent to his side of the cell. New people came and whent like the wind, there then gone in an instant. This guy looked like he was around my age. "Who are you?" I asked, not caring for the level of rudeness in my voice. "Ikuto." He said quietly. I looked at him some more. He had flaming red hair, spikey on top but then I noticed that he had a small braid of hair that apeard from his left ear and rested on his shoulder. He had a scar on his left cheek, too. His eye's were ice blue. I rested my head on my hands. "Oh, really? Ikuto.... heh. I'm Nadishiko Mikan Sakura." I chuckled at his startled face. "Call me Mikan." He nodded his head. "Thanks. Whats with the long name?" "My first name is passed down from my mother and my mothers mother. My name is Sakura, my mother Mikan and my grandmother Nadishiko. Make sense now?" He nodded his head again. "Yeah." I dont like carrying conversations with fellow cell-mates, but this one was interesting. "So, Ikuto, whats your story?" I asked. "I was helping my father at the docks when the inspectors came and inspected the ship. I was explaining to one about a leak in the ship when suddenly he grabbed me, slung me over his shoulder and told me I was to be imprisoned." I nodded. "Yeah, thats usually it." "So when do I get out?" I looked at him. "Boy, you ain't NEVER gettin' out! This here's a SLAVE prison, were here to work our heads off doing whatever the boss tells the gaurds to make us do. I've been here a total of three hundred and forty seven days." I leaned closer. "The plan to keep us till we die. Get rid of this idea of getting out, because if you dont, you'll only be dead quicker."