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Haruka couldn't help but feel just a little surprised when she woke up the following morning and felt something warm cuddled up next to her. She shifted slightly and opened her eyes only to come face to face with Seta.

The anger began to bubble in the pit of her stomach. Whatever happened next would decide her mood for the entire day.

"Good morning," Seta said in a lazy, almost satisfied way. His head emerged from the layer of blankets that were keeping Haruka warm. "Who knew sleeping with you would be the best thing that ever happened to me?"

Haruka barely winced. The anger boiled over and before she knew it, she felt her hand jerk forward and land directly in Seta's face. She watched with utter delight as he practically flew backward and crashed into the wall. As an after thought, she hoped he wasn't bleeding. It would be more work scrubbing the blood off the floor.

"You didn't sleep with me. You slept next to me." As Haruka fluidly got to her feet, she realized that she was no longer at the Hinata Hotel. In fact, she couldn't recognize where she currently resided. The walls were eerily cracked and oddly shaped.

She walked up to a wall and carefully ran her fingers across. Some dirt flaked off. It appeared that there were drawings etched into the wall itself. They looked ancient, almost as if it were from--

"When the hell did we get here?" Haruka growled, whipping her head in Seta's direction, the anger flashing in her eyes.

"Don't you remember last night?" Seta asked, dusting himself off. He paid no attention to the trail of blood running down his face.

"I wouldn't be asking these questions if I remembered," she remarked as she stared at the pattern. Never in her life would she have thought she'd be back, especially with Seta.

Seta frowned slightly, although Haruka knew him well enough to know that he was merely acting. "I was hoping I was good enough for you to remember."

"None of that," Haruka replied in a slightly warning tone, although her eyes slid from sign to sign, expertly as she read the words.

None who enter here will survive.

Haruka bit her lip knowing that this was no joke. People who have excavated Himiko's tomb did not live long to tell tales of the place. Well, except for one, but his dumb luck mixed with his genuine athletic ability prevented him from falling into that pit of despair, unfortunately. Haruka's eyes landed on Seta's and she frowned, waiting for an explanation.

"I guess you were too drunk to remember."

Haruka snorted. "I never get drunk."

"Well, whatever you were," he began as he moved to the makeshift bed that they had been lying on, "I received a call from an old acquaintance of ours who requested our help. Since you knew more about this particular tomb than I did, I thought I'd invite you when I walked in on you and Kitsune—

Flashback

"Just one more, woman," Kitsune purred as she adjusted her position on the floor while Haruka watched. "Just take out one more and I'll be satisfied. There's too much in there and I don't feel comfortable."

Haruka grinned. "Fine, one more and that's it. Everything else stays in for some messy fun."

Quickly, Haruka slid one finger –

End Flashback

Haruka wasn't amused. "You're deliberately making this sound erotic," she commented as she arched an eyebrow at Seta.

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently. "I'm not even done telling you what happened."

"Ugh," Haruka grumbled. "Continue, then."

Re-enter flashback

--and then slid another finger over the dish and took out one cherry from a bowl full of ice cream. "Now, you're dare is to eat all of that in less than ten seconds," Haruka said.

Kitsune pounced on the bowl of ice cream, devouring as much as she could within the small time limit. She just managed to accomplish this task and because she won, Haruka had to take a shot of hard liquor.

"Now you, pick either truth or dare. If you don't accomplish it, you take a shot but if you do, I take a shot, right Mutsumi?"

Mutsumi nodded enthusiastically as she sat next to Seta.

End flashback

"You mean I came here with you on a dare?"

Seta nodded. "So, while we're here, you can help me research Himiko."

Haruka leapt on Seta, grabbing his collar and pulling him close so that their noses were almost touching. She wished she had her weapons with her so she could shove them down his throat.

"Not so rough, Haruka," he said while readjusting his glasses. "You know I like a gentle woman."

Haruka ignored his comment and said in a deadly whisper, "You know as well as I do that this place is cursed. Why the hell would you bring me to a place like this?"

Seta merely grinned. "Quick, we're wasting time here." He carefully untangled his clothes from her death grip. "We should probably head in this direction," he said as he walked down a tunnel.

Haruka shivered. She felt as if somethingdramatic was going to happen and she didn't like it.

She looked over her shoulder, remembering the last archeological dig that she and Seta had been at. That was the last time she promised herself never to get caught up in anything thatSeta ever did...for the sake of Sarah and Sarah's mother.


End Chapter


Next Chapter: Kitsune finds herself as the guardian of a little terror and the rest of the girls wonder where Haruka went.

Sorry for the lack of update. Thanks to a little world known as school, I have been occupied with accomplishing homework. I'd lick—err, I mean l would like to thank Kisa for reminding me about this story. Thank you very much.