An American Deadman in Wonderland

Chapter 1 – Officer Dickhead

So I've noticed that when it comes to main character OC's men are hard to find. I've also wanted to write a DW fic ever since I watched the first episode on Toonami.

So I've finally decided to try my hand at a male OC as the main character in my first Deadman Wonderland fic. Now there will be yaoi with this OC. I won't say who the pairing will be, but I'm sure you'll figure it out ;)

(But it's not a Senji/Genkaku fic if any of you were wondering)

So let me know what you think of this story and tell me what you like or don't like.

Inner thoughts are in Italic

April 5th 2017 – Tokyo, Japan

I could feel my heart beating in my eardrums as I ran through the back alleyways; almost tripping over a fallen trashcan. I could still hear the mocking taunts and jabs coming from the disgusting men behind me. I picked up my pace when it sounded like they were gaining on me. I'd been running through alleyways for god knows how long, trying to ditch these assholes. Just when I thought I gave them the slip more came after me from another alleyway.

Guess I'm just that lucky.

It had started off like any other day. I woke up and left my shitty apartment building to get something to eat when I came across these slimy pricks trying to manhandle a woman. It was four on one as the men tried to wrestle the poor woman to the ground. Unfortunately for this girl Tokyo had the worst police force in the district; you couldn't rely on them to do shit. Basically the bitch was screwed; literally. Now normally I would have just stayed out of it and went along my merry little way. I ain't no fucking Robin Hood.

But then the woman looked up and spotted me. She was young; she couldn't have been older than sixteen. Her big, dark eyes silently tried to plea with me as she desperately fought off her attackers. One of the men pulled back her long hair and slapped her across the face; drawing blood from her mouth. Tears began to roll down her swollen face as one of the men got between her legs and hiked her dress up.

I may be a rotten bastard with absolutely no regard for anyone but myself, but even I had a conscious. And right now my conscious was moving my lanky legs towards those men and planting my dirty converse to the side of the big ones head. The guy slammed into the ground in an instant as the three other cronies ran over to help their friend; momentarily forgetting the girl. The four gang members helped their friend up before looking back towards me and drawing their weapons.

"It's bad enough you assholes try to mug me on a regular basis, but now you're trying to gang rape a young girl in broad daylight? How pathetic can you bastards get?" I mumbled while taking my defensive stance and getting ready for the fight I had idiotically started.

Two of them had knifes while the other two sported a chain and crowbar, it was indeed a gang of clichéd weapons. The two fuckers with the knives charged me head-on like a pair of drunken bulls. I was able to dodge their swipes easily. They were holding their knives all wrong so their movements were easy to track and avoid. I noticed one of them lose their balance for a second and took the chance to grab his arm and snap it by the elbow. The man screamed in agony as he clutched his broken arm; dropping his knife in the process. The bone was protruding upwards from the flesh in a compound fracture, the arm dangled from the elbow like a broken twig.

The other three faltered in their movements as they watched their comrade twist and writhe on the ground from having his bone snapped. I took a quick glance to the right and saw that the girl was already long gone. Good, now maybe I can get the fuck out of here.

I ran up to the other guy with the knife and kicked him square in the gut, sending him flying back a few feet. I flicked off the other two with a cocky grin before turning around and dipping into the nearest alleyway. I was halfway down the alley when I heard the shouts of others come running after me. The footsteps coming after me sounded like more than just the ones I fucked with. Guess they called in reinforcements. I picked up my pace as more came running in from another alleyway.

So now here I was, running from a gang of butt-ugly rapists through the dirty streets Tokyo.

And how is your day going my merciful Lord? You having fun up there watching the show? I glared up at the sky as I cursed the religion and the God I was brought up to put my faith in.

I took a sharp left hoping it would lead to another alley, but instead I came face to face with a dead end. I turned around and held my ground as the gang slowed down and gradually approached me. There had to have been at least 15 of them; all equipped with a weapon of some kind. The one ahead of the rest was yielding a machete as he waltzed up to me with the cockiest smirk on his grubby face.

"Ha! Nowhere to run now asshole! You shoulda just minded your own damn business and let my buddies have their fuck of the day. Now we're gonna beat the shit out of you, maybe even skull fuck your corpse afterwards!" The big fucker cackled as he and his cronies closed the distant and blocked my only exit.

Shit. There's too many for me to fight on my own. What the hell do I do now?

It was then that I felt that sickening, familiar sensation in my back. I felt my blood start to run up and down my spine; the flesh beginning to swell from all the blood congregating there. My body started to heat up as I tried to fight off the disgusting sensation and keep it under control.

No no no...fuck please not now!

I fell onto my knees; trying to hold myself together and not give in to the demon trying to work its way out of my body. The gang was laughing at me now. Pointing at my agony and calling me the worst things you could think of. Their taunts weren't helping my mental breakdown as my anger came to a boil. I twisted in pain as I looked down at my hands; the two little red spikes were already starting to poke through my flesh. I knew it wouldn't be long before the ones in my back broke free and all hell would break loose with it.

"Look, I think the little cocksucker wants' to apologize by sucking me off! Is that it? You hungry ya little cum bucket? HA! HA!" The fucker with the machete stood directly in front of me and planted his foot into my chest. I fell onto my back as he applied more pressure to my chest and cut off my air supply.

The pain in my back was becoming almost unbearable. I knew once my blood broke free that I wouldn't be able to control it. When those disgusting things popped out of my body it's like they had a mind of their own; moving my body on its own accord. I hated that feeling. I hated not being in control of my own actions. It was like being under a horrible spell I couldn't break free from.

The fuckers above me were nothing more than large shadows as they loomed over me. I glared up at them as they cackled and got their weapons ready to beat the holy hell out of me. The machete guy motioned for the three with bats to come over. The big fucker held me down as the three raised their bats; ready to beat my skull into the ground.

Fuck...I don't have any choice.

I could feel the two spikes from my hands starting to inch out more and more. I was about to shoot out the two spikes from my palms when suddenly I heard screams of pain coming from the entrance of the alleyway. The assholes surrounding me looked back and quivered in fear at what they saw. Some dropped their weapons and tried to run while others tried to charge at whatever just attacked them, only to get hurt themselves. The guy pushing on my chest still didn't let up, blocking my view of what the hell was going on.

"You guys again? I wish I could just kill you fuckers and be done with it," The deep voice from the entrance said with a sneer.

"F-fuck off man! This asshole broke the arm of one of my men! We're just payin him back!" The big guy pushed down harder on my chest as I writhed in pain underneath him. I could tell the guy was scared shitless. His voice cracked when he spoke and his grip on the machete was shaking.

"Something tells me he broke your guy's arm for a pretty good reason. Like oh I don't know...maybe attempted rape in the middle of the goddamn street!" I knew that pissed off voice from anywhere. I grinned when I realized who had come to my rescue. The guy on top of me didn't even know what hit him when his machete was cut to pieces and his torso was cut up along with it. Streams of blood sprayed from the guy's chest as he fell to ground with a loud thud. Some of the guys with just minor injuries picked their fat friend back up and ran out of alleyway, screaming obscenities the whole way.

I was finally able to sit up and take a look at the carnage my rescuer caused. He fucked those guys up pretty good. Awesome as usual.

"Thanks for the help officer dickhead," I got up and brushed the dirt off my back as I breathed out a sigh of relief. The spikes from my palms and back had receded into my body.

"Is that any way to talk to the guy that just saved your sorry ass? I coulda let them beat the shit outta you ya know!" The officer yelled as the scythes from his arm dissolved back into blood.

"Thanks Senji," I said with a grin as I walked up to my favorite officer.

Senji narrowed his dark gray eyes before looking away and mumbling something unintelligible. I was glad to see Senji again. I hadn't seen him since I discovered my blood could move on its own accord like his does. After that little incident, I was too scared to leave the apartment I'd unintentionally demolished. It was only until recent when I got a grasp on this new power that I wandered back into the city.

From the looks of Senji, I could tell he had been working his ass off lately. The bags under his eyes were evident and his hair was messier than usual. But all in all, the man still looked damned good in his police uniform. Damn sexy was more like it.

I was broke out of my not-so-pure thoughts when I felt Senji grab onto my arms and slam me face first into the brick-wall. Senji pulled my arms back as he whipped out his cuffs and subdued my wrists behind my back.

"Senji what the hell!"

"You're under arrest for drunk and disorderly conduct. Now let's move," Senji then proceeded to drag me out of the alley and into the main streets. I stumbled along with him as I struggled lightly in his grip. I had no idea what the hell Senji had in mind arresting me like this. But no matter how much I argued I couldn't reason with the man. He just continued to drag me to the police station while telling me to shut up every so often.

I made quite the scene on the way to the police station.

"This is bullshit! You can clearly see I'm not drunk so why do I have to spend the night in the drunk-tank?" I yelled from behind the bars as the four officers continued to act like they couldn't hear me. I was now locked away in the Tokyo police station and stuck in one of the holding cells. I'd been trying to tell these guys for hours that I didn't do anything wrong but my cries were repeatedly ignored.

"Where is Senji anyway? He's supposed to be monitoring his arrest," Four-eyes asked quietly while writing up another police report.

"He said he was gonna get some food for him and Jason, I'm sure he'll be back in a minute Akira." The brunette next to him said while cleaning his pistol for the hundredth time that day.

"Besides we all know that Jace isn't drunk. Senji's just keeping him here because the kid started some trouble with that new gang again and he needs a place to stay for the night," The big guy in front of them bellowed loudly before taking a big bite out of his sandwich.

"When is that kid just going to come out and say it?" The old man from behind the far desk blew out his cigarette smoke and leaned back in his chair with a tired sigh.

"Hey I didn't start any shit with those guys! If anything I was doing your job for you. You should be thanking me for helping out that stupid girl," But once again my words fell on deaf ears.

"And what do you mean by 'come out and say it?' Come out and say what exactly?"

...

"Dammit will you guys stop ignoring me! It's driving me fucking nuts!" I shook the bars again and glared at the casual officers sitting at the work table next to me.

I still had a hard time believing that out of all the cops in this district, these four were the only ones that actually did their job. And that included Senji. They were the only ones in the Tokyo police district that weren't corrupted like the rest of the police force was. The other cops besides Senji's team always demanded something extra for their services. Whether it was bribe money, fancy possessions or sexual favors the other cops demanded something in return for helping you out.

No good pricks...

'Dispatch we've got a shooting down 4th avenue, requesting immediate backup over.'

"OK you heard him! 4th avenue shooting, let's get going," Old man Domon said as he got up and grabbed his shotgun. The rest of the force grabbed their things and proceeded to head out the door. Domon crushed out his cigarette before stopping by my cell.

"Tell Senji we'll be right back. Tell him that we're just checking out a domestic disturbance,"

"Roger that," I said with a salute as the old man smirked and ran out the door after his subordinates.

I let out an annoyed sigh as I sat down on the cell bench. I hated being stuck in these damn cells; they made me anxious. I ran my hands through my messy auburn hair as I walked over to the sink. I looked in the mirror and figured it was time for another haircut, my hair was already starting to get past my ears. I turned on the water from the sink and tried to wet down my spiked hair. I don't know why, but ever since I was a kid my hair always stuck out in random directions; giving me a permanent bed-head look.

My hair smoothed out for a moment, making me actually look decent for once, but not before the spikes popped back up and defied me once again. I sighed in defeat and gave up for the time being. My dark brown eyes stared back at me as I looked in the mirror. The color was so damn dark you could hardly tell I even had pupils. I grimaced from my reflection and rinsed some more water on my hands to wash some of the dirt off my face. I dried off with my dark red shirt and looked back into the mirror.

Ugh...17 years old and I still look like a damn teenager.

I never did grow out of my boyish looks. While some found that I looked 'cute' and 'charming' I thought I looked like a fag. I mean, a man should look like a man right? Not some prepubescent boy! And my shaggy hair is definitely not helping this matter.

"At least it's not as bad as Senji's..."

"What's not as bad as mine asshole?" Senji grumbled as he walked through the door with two plastic bags in hand.

"My hair-I'm just glad that it's not as bad as yours," I said teasingly, pushing the dark auburn strands out of my face.

"There's nothing wrong with my hair you dick! And why are you bitching about your hair anyways? You sound like a woman," Senji mumbled, setting the two bags on the table.

"Fuck you. I was just thinking that it's time for me to get another haircut that's all. I don't like it when my hairs all shaggy like this," I said while leaning against the bars and eyeing up the food Senji was pulling out from the bags. From the looks of it, Senji went to the local convenience store. He pulled out two cups of ramen, two energy drinks, a bag of squid jerky, one small thing of sushi, four wrapped rice balls and two pork buns. My stomach growled at seeing the food placed on the table.

"You know I can give you a haircut if you want. I've cut my hair since I was kid," Senji said, walking over to my cell and unlocking the door. I sat down on the bench again, pushing my hair behind my ears.

"I don't want you cutting my hair if it's gonna end up lookin like yours," I said with a grin as I looked up at Senji. The man gave me the finger before walking over to the lockers and changing into his street clothes.

"You're such a prick….do you want the free haircut or not?" Senji said as he walked back in front of my cell dressed in a dark wife-beater and jeans. Even in plain street clothes, Senji looks damn good.

"Yeah sure,"

Senji grabbed a pair of scissors from the desk drawer and small waste basket as he walked back over to me. He grabbed a chair for me to sit in as he stood behind me and started to cut my hair. He pulled my hair back and started with the ends. I sat patiently as l listened to the rhythmic sound of my hair being cut off.

"Jesus when was the last you washed? Your hair's greasy as hell," Senji said as he pinched my hair between his fingers.

"Shut up! There's no hot water where I live so I don't have the chance to wash as often. And I know my hair's greasy, you don't gotta tell me what's going on on-top of my own damn head," I turned to give Senji an annoyed glare as he chopped off the rest of my greasy hair. I was grateful for the free haircut though since I was piss poor at the moment.

"So where's old man Domon and the rest of the gang?"

"They left to go check out a domestic disturbance,"

"Che...probably just another drunk bastard beating on his old lady again." Senji mumbled as he swiftly cut the rest of my hair.

I felt much better getting all that dirty hair off. After the haircut I splashed some water on my head and ran my fingers through the short strands. Although my hair looked worse when it was short, (the random spikes stuck out more making me look even shabbier) it was still much easier to manage. Looking in the mirror; I was very pleased with the results. Senji actually did pretty good.

"I'm surprised you actually did a decent job Senji. Thanks," I said while pushing my hair back in my best attempt to style it. I had no such luck as my hair sprung right back up two seconds after smoothing it down.

"That's Senji-san to you. Now get over here so we can eat," Senji said in a gruff voice as he got the ramen noodles ready. I pulled up a chair next to Senji and sat down at the table. I was about to reach for one of the rice balls when Senji intercepted me.

"You aren't getting a rice-ball if you're not gonna eat everything on it. That includes the seaweed!" Senji said as he held the tray of rice-balls out of my reach.

"But that stuff tastes like shit. And I eat the rice part of the ball so what does it matter?"

"You either eat the whole thing or not at all,"

I grimaced as Senji handed me one of the rice balls. I looked at the seaweed distastefully before taking the ball and shoving the whole thing in my mouth. I quickly tried to swallow it whole before the taste of seaweed reached my tongue. The rice ball got stuck in my throat however and I started to choke for a moment. Thankfully Senji freaked out and cracked open one of the energy drinks for me to down the rest of the rice with. The liquid drowned the rest of the rice ball before I could really start choking as I gasped for some much needed air.

"Don't just shove the whole thing into your mouth you idiot! You could've choked!" Senji patted my back as I weezed for air and swallowed some more of the energy drink. The seaweed didn't taste as bad when I swallowed it all at once but I didn't like the whole choking thing.

Been living here 6 years and I still can't stand the taste of that shit.

I grabbed the bag of squid jerky and tore open the plastic with my teeth. I nibbled on a piece of jerky while I waited for the ramen noodles to be done. Senji had the TV turned to the news as he took the cups out of the microwave and stirred the noodles. I watched the latest news cast talk about the new prison that recently opened up, Deadman Wonderland. The prison brought in tons of customers each day but others were becoming concerned about the prison's management.

Apparently there have been a number of unexplained deaths happening at Deadman Wonderland that the director of the prison has yet to clarify. A total number of 88 unsolved deaths have happened just this past year. However investigators have not been allowed to thoroughly inspect the prison since it's privately owned.

Unexplained deaths happening inside a privately owned prison? Why am I not surprised.

"Who gives a shit about a bunch convicts? You ask me the fuckers probably deserved it," Senji grabbed our ramen noodles and set them on the table in front of us. He then quickly snatched up the remote and turned it to some action flick playing on the movie channel.

"Aren't you even the least bit curious? I mean the first privately run prison in the world is suddenly having tons of mysterious deaths and the guy running the place is dodging questions. As a man of the law, doesn't that spark your interest?" I asked Senji as I let my noodles cool down for a moment.

"Like I said before, who gives a shit?" Senji said with a snort before he dug into his ramen.

I decided to let the conversation drop for now. Senji's thoughts were probably the same as anyone else hearing about this news: who really gives a shit? Now I may not care for the convict's well-being but I was concerned that the director of the prison was obviously trying to hide something from the public. Seeing as Deadman Wonderland was a privately run prison; that would give the director lots of advantages and loops holes through the system. But unexplained prisoner deaths? That could be from any number of things happening inside the prison walls. Things that the director is probably behind and trying to hide...

I blew on my noodles once more before looking through the plastic bag for my specific eating utensil.

"Did you get a fork?"

"Oh for Christ sake..."

"Don't start this up again!"

"Why can't you learn to use chopsticks?"

"Why can't you get me a fork?"

I groaned out loud as I looked at the chopsticks sitting in the plastic bag. I felt like they were mocking me. Since I've lived here I've gotten better at using chopsticks but it was still a hassle for me to eat even the simplest of things. But one of the foods I absolutely could not eat with chopsticks was noodles. I couldn't understand how people could eat them so fluidly while using chopsticks. I felt like they were using some sort of magic trick that I had not been told about.

I suppose I can just slurp them up by the bowl.

I brought the bowl of noodles up to my mouth as I slurped up the ramen. It felt good to have a warm meal in my stomach instead of the random snacks I usually stole during the day. Senji gave me a scolding look before rolling his eyes and turning back to the television. I happily slurped up more of the ramen as I watched the guy on the TV screen put a katana through someone's skull.

"So where've you been the past couple of days? This is the first time we've eaten together in weeks," Senji said through bites of his ramen and pork bun.

"I've just been busy trying to find work. I feel like I spend more time looking for a job than I do actually working," It wasn't necessarily a lie. I busted my ass these past few weeks trying to find any kind of work. But the real reason I'd been in hiding was because of the spikes of blood that have popped out of my body uncontrollably for the past week.

"If you really need a job why don't you work for the force? We're always looking for new recruits," Senji said, handing me some more of the dried up squid.

"I tried talking to the chief of police about working here but he said, and I quote: 'I don't want some goddamn trigger-happy Yankee walking around these streets as one of my officers. Go look somewhere else kid.' Then he had two of your officers throw me out of the building," I said casually between mouthfuls of noodles and squid jerky.

"That prick! I'll talk to that fucker and tell him to shove his pistol right up his ass and pull the trigger! He had no right denying you that job!" Senji yelled before downing the rest of his noodles and throwing the cup in the trash.

"Leave it be Senji. I appreciate the help but I don't think I'm cut out to be a cop anyways," I patted Senji on the back to calm him down a bit. I knew the man long enough to know he tended to overreact a lot. I smiled at Senji's scowling face and reached over the table to grab the other pork bun.

"Huh? You're still here Senji?" We both looked up to find Domon walking through the door with a drained look on his face.

"Yeah I'm still here old man," Senji said as he grabbed the sushi tin and scarfed down a few bites.

"How was the domestic disturbance?" I turned around to ask the old man.

"It didn't go as smoothly as planned, but there were no casualties thankfully." Domon said as he got out another pack of cigarettes from his desk drawer.

"Why would there be casualties for a domestic?" Senji turned and asked skeptically.

"Hey sometimes those wives can be packin heat! I once had a woman that pulled a gun out from under her panties," Domon said with a booming laugh.

Senji nearly choked on his piece of sushi as his tanned face turned beat red. Domon and I both laughed at Senji's blushing face as he coughed up pieces of sushi while swearing erratically. I've known Senji for 3 years now and I still couldn't tell if he was into woman or not. Anyone with eyes could see that woman sexually stimulated him in the nether regions but I've never known Senji to actually take an interest in a girl before. I've had a crush on Senji for a while now but I was still too nervous to ask him if he swung my way or not. I didn't want to ask him and make our friendship awkward as hell afterwards if it turned out he was indeed straight.

Best just to leave it be for now.

"Well I'm headin home for the night. Remember to lock Jason up before you leave Senji," Domon said as he waved us goodbye and headed for the door.

"Yeah yeah," Senji growled before taking a bite out of one of the rice balls.

Senji and I ate up the last of the food while watching the rest of that action movie on the TV. We talked more about work and how the crime rate around Tokyo was doing. It seemed to be at a neutral state for the moment but Senji told me about the number of increasing gangs around the district. The worst one was a new gang from Shinjuku called the Goreless Peace. I had yet to run into them but from what Senji told me it was probably a good thing that I hadn't.

I asked Senji if he had met any new women recently. He blushed and told me to shut up.

"Alright back in your cell. I'll be back in the morning to let you out," Senji said as he handed me a pillow and blanket. I didn't want to sleep in that damn cell. The narrow space made me edgy and claustrophobic. But I knew there was no point in arguing. Plus I knew Domon didn't want me snooping around the building considering how well known I was for having sticky fingers.

"Thanks for helping me out today Senji. I really appreciate it. Plus I can't remember the last time I had a hot meal! I'm gonna be sleeping good tonight." I said with a bright smile as I laid the blanket down on the small mattress. Senji looked at me with an odd expression I couldn't pinpoint before quickly closing the cell door and locking it.

"Don't mention it. I'll see you in the morning Jace," Senji said as he turned for the door and shut the lights off.

"Night Senji!" I yelled from my cell as I plopped down on the bed.

"It's Senji-san!" And with that he closed the door and left.

I stared up at the ceiling for a while. The moon shined brightly from my window and it reminded me of a time not too long ago when I used to stay at the monks temple. I remembered staying in a small room just like this one with only a small tattered blanket to keep me warm. The only thing missing from this picture was that quiet little red head I shared that room with.

Has it really been three years since I've seen Genkaku?

I still missed my friend dearly. After my parent's death I had nobody that I could rely on. I was a 12 year old American stuck in a country that hated my existence with no friends and no family. I had absolutely nothing. It wasn't until that odd red head stumbled across me on that lonely dirt road that I found someone who gave a shit about me. I probably would have died on that road if Genkaku hadn't found me.

I felt a smile touch my lips as I remembered my time spent with Kaku at the temple. I wished I could see my friend one last time. I hated that I wasn't there for him during the Great Tokyo earthquake. Maybe if I had been there I could have done something to save him...

"Stop it," I scolded myself for wallowing in self-pity.

Genkaku's death wasn't my fault; I doubt there was anything I could have done even if I had been there. It just still pained me to know I wasn't there for him during his last moments. I really regretted not saying anything to him that morning I left to go into town. But I was trying to surprise him. I snuck out of the temple early so I could go into town and buy him that skull charm I saw in the window a few days before.

I grabbed said skull and pulled it out from under my collar. I had made it into a necklace with a small chain I found in the streets. The tiny grey skull had red diamond eyes that glinted in the moonlight. It was a pretty badass skull.

I'm sure Kaku would have loved it.

I tucked the skull back under my shirt as I rolled over on the squeaky mattress and tried to find a comfy spot before dozing off.

Well there's the first chapter. What do you think? I have a second chapter in mind so if this story gets enough love I'll definitely continue it.

Let me know what you think.

Until next time

mcpidy