prompt; bars
fandom; durarara!!
word count; 108
His hands gripped on to the rigidly solid metal bars, teeth gritting from frustration as he was once again placed into jail for a false accusation.
It was the flea's fault that Shizuo Heiwajima faced such bothers during the middle of the night. It'd make much more sense for the cunning information broker to be arrested instead, for all the harm inflicted over the years.
Sure, given an hour or so, he'd be proven innocent as he always was. It didn't change the fact that he was greatly inconvenienced, however.
With his grasp tightening, the bars of the prison cell twisted and bent, much like his pent-up anger.
