Nice wedge!

And it's not too long between chapters.

Not as long as it has been before at least...
Chapter 14Hours passed slowly as Aika sat in her small, dirty cell. They told her she was just in a holding room until they officially filed charges, when they’d likely move her to a cheaper but perhaps less secure facility. The quietness and emptiness seemed to allow her to find herself again, and she was able to rationally think about the events that led her here and her current situation.
She wondered at the freak chance and irony that the girl would be running across the sand just as she fired the shot in her anger at all that had happened to her. There had been people running around the whole time who were just unable to keep composure while not even knowing from which direction the next bullet could come, and she was just one of them – a random bystander. In a part of her mind Aika wondered how she could even blame herself for it when it could have happened to anyone, but she also knew she was completely responsible.
As for everything that had been happening to her lately, it all seemed meaningless as she stared hour after hour at the dusty, cold stone walls surrounding her. If they thought she murdered the girl, she would probably be continuing to stare at them for a very long time, and it would barely matter if Risa was dead or alive, or if she had thrown in her lot with the neighborhood gang, or if she had a great time at the beach meeting new friends and maybe establishing new relationships. None of that would matter anymore.
Around what must have been evening she was taken to a small mess hall where she sat at a long table with a number of others who were being held in the police cells, and had a meager but satisfactory meal. Afterward she was sent back to her cell, and she accepted the treatment calmly because for one she didn’t want to argue with the authorities, but also because she wasn’t sure she wasn’t guilty.
The other prisoners were varied. Some of them were young people like herself, barely more than children, and likely there for similar gang-related reasons. There were also older men and women, most disheveled but some looking strangely professional who could have been in for anything. There were even a few foreigners. Just as if she was walking down a street or into a restaurant though, hardly any of them even acknowledged her, which she was perfectly happy of as she was not curious to meet the criminals… the
other criminals… who also occupied cells here.
The pattern of strict schedule continued into the next day, and the next, and the next without much variation, and soon they all began to meld into each other. The silence and solitude she found herself in allowed her to think about all the things that had happened, and discover what was really meaningful to her as well as what maybe wasn’t. She thought about the things she still had. She had her house, but wondered if that would even be her own. She became amused when thinking about this, because she wondered if her mother even noticed she was gone.
Other than that… What did she have? She supposed she had her best friend, Koharu, who she remembered staying with her until they shoved her into the police car, and even still watched her through the window before they drove away. The only other thing she felt she really possessed was her sister’s legacy, which included both the gang she had followed her into as well as the mission Risa endowed her with to make something of herself. That was another thing that looked quite bleak from where she was standing right now.
She had virtually no contact with the outside world, as she expected that even were the friends she might still have able to visit her, they likely wouldn’t dare the trip to the police station if they could help it at all. She actually hoped Koharu, as helpless as the girl was, wouldn’t attempt the trip as who knew what might happen to her along the way. Plus, after paying their ways to the beach she may not even be able to afford it.
Her only contact with other people aside from the impersonality of the meals and short occasional workouts first occurred after what seemed like a few days when they pulled her into a room where some officers questioned her about what happened. She gave honest responses of her motivations and actions of the time, but the grim men didn’t seem satisfied and just sent her quietly back to her cell. This happened again in the same fashion, and a third time, which she judged to be perhaps a week or so since she had arrived there, she accompanied the officer meekly to what she thought would be more of the same.
However, he led her on a different path this time, and eventually she reached what looked almost like a service window, except there were bars covering it but for a tray at the bottom where items could be exchanged. She blinked and glanced around, unsure what was happening, until she heard a clinking and looked down at the tray, where a neat pile of clothes and small items was being shoved through. The officer behind her advised her in a businesslike voice to take her things and change back into her own clothes.
“Wh… what is going on?” she asked, in speech that had gotten more foreign as the solitary days dragged by.
“You’re being released,” the man said, his voice not containing an ounce more emotion.
“Released?” she asked, as if it was the last word she expected to hear. “Why? Ain’t I here for murder?”
The policeman shrugged, and seemed to be getting a bit irritated with her. “Look cutie, they don’t tell me details. All they tell me is who to lock up and who to let go. You’re gonna have to check that out once you’re on your own again on the outside.”
On her own on the outside? What on earth was she supposed to do, and where was she supposed to go? Plus, she wasn’t sure she wasn’t a murderer. Didn’t she deserve to be locked up? Despite her questions though, she thought she might as well follow orders just like she’d done submissively since arriving here, and took her things.
When she’d pulled off the oppressive-feeling jumpsuit and was about to pull her pants on, she felt eyes on her and looked up to see the cop watching her quietly. “You know, when you get outside the world can seem like a big and scary place. I could take an extended break if you’d like some company…”
Aika froze with her pants halfway up her legs, before pulling them up quickly the rest of the way. She’d been used to an amount of humiliation since coming here, though mostly just in her complete submissiveness to authority. This was something new, if still not completely foreign to her.
She heard a laugh from the man behind the window, who she noticed was also watching her as she tried to quickly find the right holes in her shirt. “I gotta say it’s been awhile since we’ve had one as cute as you come through here. Reminds me of my pal’s daughter, actually… She’s a ripe and frisky one, that,” he said, grinning lasciviously and winking at the cop with Aika.
Aika just decided it was best not to respond, and finished tugging on her shirt before tightening her belt and jacket as well. “Where do I go now?” she asked.
The cop with her frowned as if displeased at her unspoken rejection of his offer, but leaned against the door he stood beside and pushed it open to reveal a small lobby area with the sounds of activity filtering from it. The taste of the real world was almost like music to Aika’s ears.
She glanced out through the door, and then back again at the officer, and when he didn’t change his position she pulled her cap low over her eyes and strode out with her hands in her pockets, quickly yet trying not to appear as if she was hurrying. She half-expected some kind of aggression from the cop as she passed him to go through the doorway, but before she knew it she was out in the bright lobby with its front wall made almost entirely of glass, and the heavy metal door swung shut behind her.
Taking a deep breath, still not believing what was happening, she began to think about what she was going to do now when she heard someone call her name. Blinking, she looked around the busy lobby until her eyes fell on a girl that was perhaps as small as her heading in her direction. When she recognized who it was, her eyes widened under the brim of her cap.
“There you are,” Ai said, smiling, and took her arm in a friendly way to lead her toward the door. She nodded and smiled toward the receptionist as she walked, though the woman just frowned back at her, and the two girls didn’t say any more until they reached the street.
Aika took a deep breath almost unconsciously, absorbing the comparatively fresh scent after having inhaled only the stale air of her cell and the other prison rooms for what seemed like ages, and Ai let her relax a bit, though still pulled her onward.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” the girl asked. “Nothing smells as fresh as the sweet polluted air of the City after a stint inside.” She glanced over from beneath her own cap at Aika. “I almost envy you experiencing it for the first time.”
Aika’s first instinct was to blurt out her astonishment that the woman had been in prison before as well, but quickly realized it was a completely stupid thing to ask. She was a leader of a gang after all, and had been involved with it for who knew how many years, so of course she would have been arrested for some reason or another before. Still, it was something she hadn’t yet thought of, and it gave her a suddenly different impression of things drawn from the intense reflection she had done over the past days.
“What did you do?” she asked instead in a quiet voice, much less full of the confidence and strength she felt the last time she spoke with the girl. “Why did they let me go?”
“Ah,” the girl responded, facing back forward and smiling again. “Well. We have certain
arrangements with the police in case they interfere with our associates. That includes bail procedures and a rush on processing.” She glanced sidelong at Aika again. “Sorry it took as long as it did, but even rushed, these things take time. Still, normal hold time for someone like you would be at least fifteen days.”
Aika didn’t respond immediately as she processed what the girl said. “How long was I in there?” she asked. “It got a bit hard to tell after a while.”
“That’s something else that happens too,” the girl responded, smirking faintly. “It’s been eight days,” she stated matter-of-factly. “It’s Tuesday, and the seventeenth if you’d like to know.”
Eight days completely cut off from the world and her life… Aika thought, her mind seeming to spin as if in a blender. “What…” she said finally, “What about school? If it’s Tuesday, I should be there now.”
Ai’s arm rose to snake lightly around her shoulders. “Don’t worry about things like that now,” she said. “You’ll have plenty of time for that later.”
They walked on in silence for a few minutes, until Aika had to ask something that’d been burning in the back of her mind ever since they stuffed her in that car eight days ago. “Who… who was the girl? Is her family all right? Do they totally hate me?”
Ai glanced toward her with a serious expression before looking back forward and even donning a small smile. “The girl is a middle school student from Meadow Park,” she said. “She’s still in the hospital, but is now in stable condition.”
Aika’s breath caught, feeling as if some grace she was unworthy of had just been bestowed upon her. “She’s… she’s alive? And she’s gonna be okay?”
“She’ll have a nasty scar from now on,” Ai replied, “But yes, she’ll survive.”
Aika finally let out the breath she’d been holding, feeling like with it everything else that had been torturing her ever since that day was cast off as well. She leaned her head over onto Ai’s shoulder, and eventually murmured, “That’s good…”
“Due to that,” Ai said, “The only charges that were considered to be brought against you were assault and possession, and with the testimony of multiple witnesses the assault charges were dropped, leaving only possession, for which I’m sorry to inform you that you’ll have to appear for a hearing in a couple weeks. Shouldn’t be a problem though – there’s no way they can legitimately prosecute a kid in your situation for that. Don’t worry, pretty soon it’ll feel like it never happened.”
“But it did…” Aika reasoned after a short amount of consideration again. “It doesn’t change what happened. Except I’m really glad to hear she’ll be all right…”
“No,” Ai replied, peering over at her again, “I suppose it doesn’t.”
“Do you…” Aika began, before choking up a little. “Do you know her name?”
“Is that something you really want to know?” the other asked.
“Well…” Aika said, and clutched tighter at Ai’s arm. “I just figure… We’ve suddenly had such a big impact on each others’ lives… She probably knows about me, right? I just thought it would be fair that I know something about her too, so she’s not just this girl I shot that one time…”
Ai was silent for a moment, but when Aika looked up she thought she saw a smile on her face. “Her name is Mizuki,” she responded finally, and glanced over at me. “Do you feel better now?”
“Yeah…” Aika responded, thinking of that name and trying to imagine what she might look like.
“You never forget your first,” Ai continued, and Aika wondered at how the girl spoke of it. When she didn’t respond, the older girl continued, “Although I’m not sure it gets any easier afterward.”
“You remember everyone that you’ve…” Aika said, “That you’ve…”
Ai nodded. “The list constantly scrolls by in my head,” she replied. “Some of them I don’t know their names. Some I don’t even know their faces. But some fact about each one is stuck there and never leaves.”
Aika blinked up at her. “With all of that… How do you keep doing it?”
This time it was Ai’s turn to flash surprise across her features. Then she smiled again though before murmuring under her breath,
“You really are Risa’s sister…” and then replying, “They’re dead.” She walked on a few steps before finishing. “I’m not.”
Aika spent the next moments thinking carefully about the words of the woman she was beginning to think of as her mentor until they reached the subway station. Ai produced two tickets, and the girls eventually boarded the train. Noticing the station they were at and how far away it was from their small neighborhood, Aika immediately felt bad about how far out of her way Ai had gone to come here and to take her back home.
“Ai-chan,” she said, and immediately felt something more respectful should have been used instead. “For coming here… for getting me out… for taking me home like this… I… I couldn’t begin to repay you.”
“You don’t get along with your mother, do you?” Ai asked, and Aika stared at her. “I somehow got that impression at the funeral last week.”
“No,” Aika replied, looking back down. “Things were already bad before then, and now I’m not sure I ever want to talk to her again... or that she’ll want to talk to me.”
She felt Ai’s hand tenderly stroke her arm. “We’re all a family now, Aika. We take care of each other.”
Aika looked up to see Ai expressing that tenderness that seemed so foreign to her again. Something she saw in there made her remember something she knew must be very important.
“Risa,” she began, and Ai’s smile faded a bit. “That night, before she… before she died. She tried to tell me something.” In curious intensity the girl watched her closely, and Aika thought she was beginning to see the Ai Takahashi that was feared across perhaps half the City.
“I think there was someone she loved, and who she wanted to know it.”
Ai’s face darkened with her words, but Aika held her ground, looking up into those tumultuous eyes. Then the girl looked away, and clenched her jaw.
“That someone was you, wasn’t it?” Aika said, and this time she took Ai’s hand, squeezing it softly.
“Your sister was very special,” the girl responded in a melancholy tone.
Aika continued squeezing her hand gently, looking intently up into her face. “I never knew she had someone like that. Can you tell me about it? Can you tell me about… what having a real family is like?”
Ai glanced over at her, holding her eyes strongly for a moment. “All right. Like I said, she was a special person. What you just said,
it was something she’d never told me.”