Unpaid

Inuyasha crossover The Man from U.N.C.L.E

"Do you think that they will let you go?"

"Maybe, I don't know."

She hummed, not saying anything else as she shifted her position into a more comfortable one, out of his arms. Solo turned is head to her direction, disappointment flashed in his eyes for a brief moment, as he kept his arm that she was resting on back.

"Will you be returning to New York soon?"

There was a pregnant pause, for a moment he thought that she had fallen asleep.

"Maybe, I'm not sure, company might decide otherwise and send someone else," she replied him with her back to him.

The rustling of the bed sheets from movement was heard and then the dip of pressure just behind of her back let her, and his body heat, let her know of his closeness.

"If I get my release, shall we take a long break together somewhere?"

She remained silent and said nothing. There is not much that he knows about her, except that she is a regular working girl that has been handling various international issues. The first time that they met, was when he was on a mission and happened upon her in one of the restaurants bar, waiting for her table to be ready. He did not approached her then.

It was the second time that they met, in one of the hotel lobby, where he was waiting on a mark to appear whilst dodging others that may had marked him as well, when he strike a conversation with her. At first it was just a simple conversation that he had wanted with her, at least until he could make the move to leave. It was also then that he realise, there was more to her despite of her being disinterested in him or not wanting to talk to him. It is more of a knowing feeling more than anything that he knows for sure.

With how both their schedule is, it is difficult for them to meet on a shared time. It took him quite a while for them to be acquainted, mostly him making more conversation, and she is more the quiet conservative kind, the type that he does not often interact with.

After that day though, they have not met, and neither did it bothered her much, not much…

1 year plus left to his 'sentence' with the agency, and that was also about when Kagome 'bump' into him as she watches him in quiet observation.

"Have you decided what you will do when they do not let you go?" she asked him, easily finding him during one of his mission and keeping up with his pace as he ran.

"Left," she commented before he could say anything as she took the lead.

"I do not think that now is a good time," he commented, running away and hiding.

"Here," she commented again, lifting a manhole as it lead down to the sewers, her nose cringe at the smell of it as she jumped down.

Solo knew that she was never simple, and today was a clear proof of it as he re-studied her again as compared to before when he saw her as a really clever business woman.

"Well then, see you around," she said, leaving him without getting an answer from him.

Her words did remain with her from the last time she made mention of this topic. Will they really release him? He is after all one of their best agents from what he knows, losing an asset like him, is not something that he could foresee them doing so willingly.

Assignments after assignments he went for and did not see her. They tried to prolong his 'service' time period, though he had somehow, somewhat averted it, until the next time. Did she have a solution had he told her that he more or less got the same gut feeling, or foresight as she did?

Was there something else that she had wanted from him, another deal to make with someone else that would want to use him too?

The feeling that something is going to go wrong is getting stronger each day, as was the supposed freedom that he was given on loan. He needed a contingency plan, one that will secure his freedom and not more time to serve out.

"What are you going to do," her voice came out from the darkness of his room as Solo sat up in bed, his eyes narrowed in the direction of where it is coming from.

"I must say, the hotel is really lacking in their security," Solo commented, getting out of bed as he pulled on the robe that he had left nearby and walked towards where the decanter of drinks are.

"Would you care for a drink?" he gestured to the glass that he was pouring.

Kagome did not reply as she watched and observed his every move. The man is rather appealing, charming like the devil, but then…

"Have you given thought to what we spoke the last time," she questioned, moving to the sofa nearby as she took a sit in it imperiously.

Solo took a sip, observing her from the corner of his eyes from earlier even when he was pouring himself a drink.

"I did. What are the terms to my freedom," he asked, bringing his drink with him as he took a seat opposite of her.

Her silence thicken the atmosphere, at least for him. It was the way that she looked at him in slow calculation, amusement and something else that made him swallow down the lump in his throat with alcohol.

"You'd have to die first," she told him almost too casually as though it was the most natural of thing, killing someone or inciting their death.

He paused in his action to take another sip as he looked at her, "I beg your pardon?"

"Your death," she repeated slowly, sitting back in her position, a hand resting on the arm rest of the sofa, the other on her lap as she took in everything before of her about him.

"And then what happen after," his eyes narrowed at her lips when he saw a ghost of smile tugged at the edges of it under the dim lighting from his bedside lamp.

She purred, "Then you're free."

"No strings attached?"

"Oh...Maybe a few help when we need it to handle some things."

"Only when I'm available."

"Of course."

The reply was too smooth and easy, like what they were talking about is about making a decision on where to have breakfast.

Not long after, came his death just like she told him. He had thought that he would have died for real, and then he was awake again, the air smelt different, the place different, unfamiliar and more mysterious than he had ever thought to see the place to be like.

There he learnt and saw many things that he would never have known in his lifetime had he not met her, but that too put his life at an even greater risk. Something that he had traded his former life for the one now. And something that he had yet to pay off in 'debt'.