Chapter Three: Interesting
His eyes blazed in bewilderment as they laid frozen on the sole man who had just killed—no, slaughtered the mob of despicable men around him. His breaths were quick, never once slowing down, his heart raced, and no doubt he shook in fear, numb and frozen. Undertaker paused watching the frail "creature" on the ground, tattered in what could now be called rags, quiver and remain speechless. It was silent for a few moments and the target only sat there, unmoving and devoid of all motion. Undertaker waited a few more seconds . . . . "Speechless?"
The shocked boy winced upon hearing that voice again. He stared and stared at the man who stood waiting, did he want to kill him? Hurt him? Sell him? . . . Use him?
"W-why did you kill them?" it came out, seemingly escaping his mouth surprised he spoke since he had believed he had asked in his head. "Eh?" Undertaker huffed to himself, quite surprised at the boy's first set of words to him. How strange that this boy asked about his attackers first, asking why they were killed rather than why he was saved. Undertaker rose his row, not that it was visible to the other. That's an interesting reaction . . .
The boy finally managed to avert his gaze away from the tall murderer and turned his attention to the hoard of bodies that laid blood covered and lifeless on the dirt. Even though he had just been assaulted, he couldn't help but feel horrible that they were dead. Sure, they were selfish lecherous men who prayed on the weak but somehow, deep in the boy's judgment, this was wrong . . .
"Y-you didn't have to do this . . ." the boy found himself speaking again, surprised at his mouth for running its tongue. The Undertaker had to admit to himself, he was a bit taken back with the target in front of him, now he was telling him that killing them was unnecessary? The beautiful boy was strange . . . he was very strange.
"Oh? ~" Undertaker remarked playfully none the less. "I was sure I heard someone yell for help," Undertaker said recollecting, raising his finger to his bottom lip as if he were pondering, "did I come to help the wrong person perhaps? ~" He mocked, reminding the other of his desperately pathetic plea for help.
The other paused, H-help? , the word lingered in his mind, his gaze frozen once more in shock. Had he heard that right? Did he really just say help? No! , The boy snapped to himself in his mind, he had to admit that never once was he saved by any person, not to mention by any man. But even this was too much for him to take in, too much for it to be real anyways . . .
"I-I did want help!" He found himself raising his voice, "B-but this . . ." he looked back to the scattered bodies bathed in their own blood, "This is cruel . . ." he muttered slowly. The Undertaker was bewildered by the strange boy but like always, he thought to himself, Humans are interesting . . .
"Cruel?" Undertaker slurred and the boy paused eyes wide to find Undertaker suddenly a few centimeters away from him, "Cruel? . . ." He laughed with a feral grin, "You've no idea what cruel is" His voice was serious with no room for any of his previous playful tone there. The boy's eyes stayed wide in shock, almost afraid of the new tone the other used.
Undertaker noted and gave a small grin, "Of course, I couldn't expect you to understand~" he moved back quickly reverting to his playful tone. The boy's breathing was still, he hadn't noticed that he had stopped. Confused, he blinked, he could've sworn there was malice in the other's voice but it passed so quickly, he couldn't determine whether or not if it was real. And now, he even hesitated on whether or not he should talk, he wanted to, but his anxiety kept him from doing so. Undertaker smiled now and held out a hand to the boy, "Plan on sitting there forever? ~"
The boy looked at it with suspicion, "d-don't!" he stammered loudly. Undertaker rose his brow again, quite surprised by the sudden outburst. The boy huffed, latching his arms to himself, digging into his own skin with his eyes tightly shut. Undertaker paused and retracted his hand, looking at the insecure boy with an odd stare.
It took him a few seconds but then it came to him and he grinned to himself, this boy wasn't use to being saved. In fact, this very scenario was foreign to him because in all his life he was just a victim of other's desires. It amused him to a degree, seeing the boy quiver yet claim injustice in the deaths of his attackers. Humans are very interesting indeed . . .
Undertaker couldn't help but laugh and he didn't bother to restrain it as the other just bulged his eyes to the snickering "maniac". The boy watched in terror as Undertaker laughed wildly. His uneasiness grew as he watched and stared to the very much amused Undertaker. This man was crazy, deranged, demented.
The Undertaker finally managed to lull down his stream of snickering, "Ah~!" he sighed, exhaling and relaxing. "I could sit here and try to gain your trust buuutt~", he smirked, "why do something boring like that?"
The boy's eyes flared as within a matter of seconds, the Undertaker scooped him up and over his shoulder. "N-N-NO!", He yelped, his heart pounding in fear again as he clutched his nails into the other's back and arms, squirming and struggling to get free. "L-Let me go!"
"I can't do that~", he said going back to his playful tone, "I already owe too much to give you that kind of liberty, afraid I can't do it" he smiled to himself. What?—What?-What? The boy froze, ceasing his struggles. He owes too much . . . ?
It couldn't be real, but it made so much sense. That's why he was saved, that's why they were dead, and that's why nobody ever cared. His hands clutched at Undertaker's clothes, his breathing rising again, his vision blurring as they watered. Undertaker walked calmly and mentally paused momentarily, feeling the other's tears soak on his back as the boy hung his head low. He's going quietly? Undertaker thought to himself, a bit surprised at that. Oh well, makes this job that much easier.
. . . . . . . Fire blazed as the night set on the dark forest. The captured target sat chained to a tree as his dried and expressionless eyes watched the flames. Undertaker sat across staring at the boy, still quite surprised with his "cooperation". In fact, it was too easy, far too easy, could he really expect that the boy has given up, as simply as that?
The boy could feel the other's eyes staring intently at him, though he could not see them. But he didn't care much, his eyes were dried and stiff on his cheeks, he hadn't cried that much in such a long time, he had forgotten how miserable it felt. Eventually, the staring was becoming uncomfortable and he turned to the Undertaker, "What do you owe . . . ?" it was low, hardly a mumble and if the forest weren't dead quiet, the other might have never heard him. Undertaker opened his mouth a bit, was the boy trying to determine if he was being "given away" for a worthy reason?
"You're not interested in the money . . . are you?" he asked another, though it was voiced lowly with no tone. Undertaker stayed silent for a bit before looking back to him, "I've no need for something as trivial as money~" He smiled.
. . . . "I see . . ."
The boy feel silent again and returned his observations to the flames once more. This kind of bugged Undertaker, the silence, the intensity of the scene, the other's willingness to give up. Not that it really mattered to him, he just wanted to the trip to have been a bit more . . . fun.
The boy bit back his overwhelming feeling to cry. He cried enough for that day, he didn't want to shed them again, not for him. It was clear enough to him, that if wasn't for money, then he was definitely going to be given to someone who wanted the money as a means of satisfying what he owed. Even, he, himself could not believe he was giving up, sitting there, asking questions without as much as a fight. He always found reasons to run, to keep going, but it was getting tiresome to have to flee every single time only for his freedom to be deprived of him again and again.
What kept him going? . . . Why do I do this . . . ?
Then his eyes fluttered, gleaming in remembrance, his mind playing out a far distant memory. It was always just for the chance! Just a chance at freedom, that one day, he wouldn't have to worry about being the victim of other's desires, that one day he could lead a happy life because . . . "You deserve it my dear sweet—" Because I deserve . . . a chance!
Just then the chains binding his arms moved slightly, alerting the Undertaker. The boy paused and averted his eyes back to the fire with a new motive in mind.
Undertaker saw it, even if for a glimpse, something had changed in the boy's mind. His eyes no longer revealed a gloom, dark and lifeless expression but instead a new 'fire' ignited in those blue/green orbs. Of course, Undertaker knew people well enough to know what was running through the boy's mind. No matter, he thought to himself, after all, it's not like anything the boy decided to do now would change their current situation.
Though . . .
Undertaker grinned, piercing his eyes on the beautiful captured target through his silver locks of hair, getting a sense that the boy bound in front of him was going to end up becoming more interesting than he originally thought. "What is your name?"
The boy paused a bit before turning to the man who had asked, he stared momentarily before deciding to tell him, " . . . Haruka . . ." he uttered, "my name is Haruka".
Distant? Undertaker took the names meaning into consideration, evaluating it, before smiling. Though . . . "It's a pleasure, Haruka~"
Though . . . this could be interesting.
(Yes I know chapter Three wasn't so awesome, I'm really not helping myself out here, but I really didn't want some cliché meeting where "love at first sight" happens . . . that just wouldn't be fun enough, oh well, hope you enjoy!)
