Fugitives

The Initiation
Foyuki had grown accustomed to missing a few meals a day. Even when she was fed, it was hardly even a fraction of what she required to sustain herself. Because of her strength—which was a direct result of the devil fruit she consumed—she required nearly sixty thousand calories a day. Here, she was maybe getting two thousand a week from the guards. She had begun resorting to eating her own silk, and on some days, if she was extremely hungry, she ate her own legs. Again, it was only because of her devil fruit that they grew back, but that required transforming, which took an incredible amount of energy. In the end, it was truly an ineffective method of feasting. In truth, it was no means of nourishment at all. Yet, simply feeling as if she had eaten something was enough to make Foyuki feel better. It sustained her psychologically. Though, when she was allowed into the courtyard, there was a man who would slip half of his own meals to her. Since her arrival to this hellhole, he had been her only friend. Yet, his time was swiftly approaching. He was to be executed in a few short weeks, and that was the reason he offered to Foyuki for why he no longer needed food. He was going to go out “looking all nice and shit for those bastards”, she recalled him saying.

Foyuki loved him. She didn’t quite understand why, or how, but she did. Whenever he told her one of his stupid jokes, it brought a smile to her face. After she had just been stomped and beaten by the guards as she walked to her cell, or when they spat in her face in the food lines in the dining hall, simply seeing him in the distance was enough to let her know it would be okay. She still wasn’t sure if she would have loved him if they had met outside of this prison. In fact, she’s certain he would have been someone she utterly despised, but, in this world, anyone that paid her any positive affection garnered her affection. As of now, he had been the only one. Though, it wasn’t as if the other prisoners had intentionally been assholes either. They just stayed away. They feared the repercussions the guards would issue. Afterall, she was perhaps the most hated criminal in the entire country of Wano, and her so-called “sorcery” didn’t make things better. People feared her power. That fear had materialized into utter hatred. They wanted her dead, and she was certain that the day would come, but without warning. One day, the guards would come, and she would find herself executed. Afterall, she had been imprisoned her even without a trial. She was told thousands of times her trial was being scheduled, but that was nearly two months ago. At this point, she didn’t even believe it anymore.