(I put in a small er. . . scene, *action you might say *cough* *cough* action, so yeah, hehe, enjoy)

Chapter Six: Unpredictable . . .

Be persuasive?

But how could he be persuasive to someone so . . . odd? Fujin had left temporarily, apparently getting whatever materials ready before hearing Haruka out. Though he had warned before leaving, if any of the information was false, Haruka would be punished . . . but punished how?

Haruka waved it off, and in any case, what reason would Haruka have to lie about the information? It was that man after all. Usually, Haruka would be one to feel bad about things like this but . . . he figured it was money that made that man the way he is . . . maybe that's what needed to be taken away? Haruka sighed deeply, "Maybe it's for the best . . ." he muttered to himself.

"What's for the best?" Fujin's voice resonated and Haruka turned to find him already back. "Haruka didn't say anything and instead swallowed. Fujin raised his brow in a few moments of pause and suddenly threw his head back a bit, letting a laugh escape his mouth. "Don't tell me you're actually feeling bad about this?"

Haruka just averted his eyes, not because he felt Fujin didn't need to know, but because it was something even he couldn't explain to himself. He's always been like this, always so concerned for everything and for some odd reason, everyone . . .

Fujin said nothing, it was quite evident in enough in the boy's expression that he'd get no answer. He scratched the back of his head and sat, setting out a large piece of paper and a brush and ink bottle. Haruka just stared at the materials, "am I going to write . . .?" he asked looking at Fujin with a confused face.

"Nope sweet cheeks, you're going to draw me a map of his house, you can do that much, can't you?" the last part came out in a slur, probably to make an emphasis to Haruka that'd he better know how. Haruka winced a little, getting the hint, "I-I can manage . . ." and slowly he picked up the brush and opened the bottle of ink.

Fujin relaxed his shoulders, watching the nervous Haruka draw a map of the landlord's home. Kid's not that bad at drawing . . . he noted as Haruka moved in elegant and soft, quick strokes, somehow precisely laying out a beautiful house design for a map. In fact, it was too good . . .

Fujin smirked to himself, maybe this could be useful. If Undertaker says 'no', he originally said Haruka would remain slave to the landlord, but with a useful hand like that, perhaps Haruka could be of some benefit. Haruka was beautiful, that much was obvious the naked eye, and perhaps that beauty could be of use. Anyone would want him, even his enemies, they'd take him and keep him, no doubt. And Haruka would be able to map out for him his enemies' hideouts by memory. He'd then be rescued and give up the information. Yes, Fujin thought to himself, He could be pretty useful . . .

That is of course, if it wasn't obvious enough the boy had a conscious.

A knock came from the door and a bald man opened it slightly, never coming inside. "Excuse me, but he's—"and Fujin raised his hand, signaling the other to stop. Haruka looked up confused. "Don't stop sweet cheeks, I won't accept any time wasted" and with that, Fujin stepped out of the room.

"Since when?" Fujin asked, the kind tone from before gone and replaced by a more serious one. The bald henchman followed, noticeably keeping his distance in respect to his superior. "Just now Fujin-sama" he reported.

He's back rather fast . . .

"Did the men properly welcome him in?" he asked disregarding the comment he made in his head. "Ah—y-yes Fujin-sama" the other said. Fujin kept his attention towards the entrance with a smirk, "good".

Meanwhile, Haruka continued to elegantly and skillfully draw out the house map, finishing it, it was truly a piece of work. Haruka closed his eyes, remembering the landlord's home, making sure he didn't forget anything, he wouldn't be able to take it if the deal was revoked for a simple mistake. He pondered, pretty sure everything was correct. He looked back at the map, an 'X' was placed for where the safe was as well as information detailed to the side of any traps he was aware of. Haruka smiled softly to himself, "freedom . . ." it was but a small whisper filled with hope.

Spears and weapons pointed at Undertaker from several of Fujin's henchmen, all with serious glares on their faces. Undertaker stood, unfazed, he'd usually play along with Fujin's little welcomes, raising his arms to his head with laughing gestures. But this time, he just wasn't in the mood for games. "Not playing along this time are we? Fujin mocked but it was clear Undertaker wasn't very happy. "There's a little thief in your home, Fujin" It sounded as if he wanted to be playful but it was a dark tone instead.

Fujin remained calm and smirked, "I know" he admitted. Undertaker eyes bulged a bit, not that anyone could tell, but they quickly went back to normal. Of course, Fujin would be the type to keep quiet about this, which is precisely why he made such a good "friend".

"Come on," Fujin turned his back, waving an arm signaling for Undertaker to follow, "I'm sure you'll find this interesting" Fujin's men dropped their guard. Undertaker rose a slight brow, what was Fujin up to now?

They entered an empty room with a table in the center and two seating pillows for them to sit on. It was silent at first, the two just staring at each other as Fujin waved his men to leave them be. "I noticed lil' sweet cheeks took something I specifically remembering giving you in return for his capture" Fujin started talking first, breaking the silence.

"And you decided not to tell me? Oh dear~," Undertaker went back to his usual playfulness, "and here I thought we were friends" it was sarcastic of course, but then again, usually everything between these two was.

"You'd come back for it as soon as you noticed anyway" Fujin stated. Undertaker paused a bit, "true". "Anyways, I've made a little deal with 'sweet cheeks', I think you'll find it most intriguing" Fujin said ominously, getting Undertaker's attention.

Fujin smirked to himself, "sweet cheeks goes free if you say yes and he's a slave if you say no" he said simply, which didn't explain anything. "That goes without saying that sweet cheeks has your paper still" he added. "He'll wager it for his freedom, I've let him do that" Fujin laughed now, throwing his head back slightly as he did. Undertaker's gaze was serious but curious, what did Fujin sit to gain in return? Fujin stopped laughing, turning his attention back to Undertaker, "of course, money, as we all know, is the world's newest power" he rambled lowly, "and I want all of it" Undertaker huffed, no doubt Fujin really meant power in that statement.

"Sweet cheeks' promised me a map to old fat Landlord's safe in return that I let him wager it" and then Undertaker understood. "So, why are you telling me? ~" Undertaker asked playfully. "Obviously," Fujin laughed, "cause you're my friend" it was also sarcastically said but Undertaker said nothing after that.

"Go on," Fujin sighed, letting his shoulders relax loosely, "I'm pretty sure I don't have to tell you where he is." Undertaker stood but was stopped, "A little treat as well, "he huffed, "enjoy the kid if you want, after all, I'm sure he'll be as persuasive as he needs to be for his freedom." Undertaker wasn't oblivious to what Fujin had meant, but that was just insulting. Without any further words, Undertaker left the room. Fujin laughed to himself, he was pretty sure Undertaker didn't like that last comment, but friends tease each other . . . right?

. . . . Haruka sat, awaiting Fujin's return. He sighed but paused when a knock came from the door. Haruka waited for the other to let himself in but paused in confusion when no one did. 'Knock' 'knock'. Haruka rose his brow and stood up to answer the door, sliding it slightly open. His eyes bulged widely at the sight of Undertaker, not quite expecting him and out of impulse, shut the door right away. Ehhh?

Undertaker paused, not quite expecting that reaction. Interesting . . .

Haruka momentarily panicked, he wasn't ready yet. The knock came again and Haruka had forgotten he'd shut the door on Undertaker, "Oh!" he opened it, "s-sorry" he said softly. "You don't usually shut the door on someone who's trying to get your attention~" he said playfully, letting himself in as Haruka backed away to a distance.

"Y-you just surprised me . . ." it was fairly true. Before Undertaker had the opportunity to speak, Haruka bowed, "I'm sorry!" Undertaker paused, also not expecting that. "I-I took this!" Haruka pulled the paper out from his sleeve, "I'm sorry, I thought when you'd realize you'd come back and that I could make a deal with you, but . . . "Haruka stopped. What is he doing? Undertaker wondered to himself, overly confused with the boy's methods of "wagering".

Was he perhaps trying to appeal to his good side instead of flatly getting to the point? Simply stating their wants, that's what anyone else in his situation would do. Undertaker watched the boy fidget with himself, eyes darting side to side nervously as he tried to explain himself.

"Seriously, what kind of wager is this?" Undertaker muttered to himself under his breath and Haruka paused, "huh?" Then Haruka stopped, his face going red in embarrassment. Eeehhhh?Haruka yelled in his mind, the wager! . . . And of course . . . he had forgotten. "I-I mean," Haruka stammered awkwardly, "I-If you want it back, g-get me out of . . . here" Haruka said, each word getting slower and softer, the tone heading towards confusion.

Hah . . . ? Undertaker's mind slowly processed it, had the boy possibly really have forgotten about his own wager? He stared at the boy who tried to look serious. With a deep inward sigh, Undertaker rose his palm to his face, so far this boy was doing the opposite of what he was expecting . . . that was new.

Interesting?

He was right to call this strange boy interesting. From the moment they had met, instead of "who are you?" It was "why did you kill them?" He went quietly and suddenly acted on impulse in the forest. He even took his paper without him noticing . . . or expecting it from the boy for that matter. And now, he was apologizing when he should be haggling a wager?

Undertaker sighed, dragging his hang through his bangs, glancing a look to the confused boy. Haruka paused, laying eyes on the other's bright green ones, they were so beautiful it was almost mesmerizing. Undertaker noticed the other's staring and let his bangs fall again, before smirking. Fujin had said the boy was most probable to do anything for his freedom.

Not that a one night stand was what he was after, he was just curious about what the boy would do, since, he did seem to be quite unpredictable. "I'll take it and get you out of here" Undertaker said, cutting off his playful tone and Haruka paused surprised to have received a "yes".

"You just have to do one thing for me" and Haruka paused as Undertaker cocked his head softly to the side. "w-what?" Haruka said in a murmur, getting a bad feeling from it. "Ah!—"Haruka yelped as he was suddenly forced onto the ground, Undertaker hovering just slightly above him. "Give me a night to remember~."

Haruka's eyes went big in shock and immediate fear as his hands were pinned away above his head. Undertaker watched the boy's expression from underneath him, scared and utterly vulnerable. Undertaker dipped in, planting a kiss on the boy's soft neck. Haruka jolted in surprise to the odd and tickilish feeling traveling down his neck. Undertaker grazed the delicate flesh with his teeth before sucking on the area. Haruka twitched, his eyes wide open, his form frozen at the other's touch. "S-stop it!" Haruka whimpered a demand, though one could hardly call it a demand.

Undertaker ignored as the boy began to struggle in his grasp. He nibbled on the slowly bruising area, drawing out surprised gasps from the boy. Then he firmly held Haruka's hands up with one of his own, the other hand traveling to grasp Haruka by the jaw.

Undertaker gave his newly formed 'Hickie' one last lick before pulling away to forcibly take Haruka by the lips. Haruka's eyes bulged wider as a tongue invaded his cavern. He sought to fight away from the other's tongue who tasted his very own. It was warm and skillfully done. Haruka shut his eyes tightly, constantly trying to turn his head sideways to escape but Undertaker's hand held his jaw firmly in place. It was getting hard to breathe and Haruka's struggles were beginning to subdue through the lack of air.

Swiftly licking Haruka's lips as he pulled away, Haruka began to pant and gasp for air, an evident blush swept across his face. He hadn't meant to take Fujin's words seriously, but even Undertaker had to admit, that last one was pretty sweet. Undertaker huffed to himself, "If you want me to take you out of here, you know what you have to do now, and freedom is what you want, no? `" Undertaker mocked playfully. Haruka's eyes went wide, quickly recovering from the last ''attack".

His mind darted in surprise from what had just been done. He showed a pained expression before looking away, his face saying his defeat. Undertaker smirked to himself, releasing Haruka from his grasp. Finally, something predictable.

'Smack!' and just when Undertaker had thought that, a hand flew straight to his face, turning over his cheek to his shock. His cheek pulsed in warmth as he turned to look to Haruka who had tears streaming down his cheeks, "I don't care if you leave me here anymore, but I won't give you that!" He yelled through his unwavering sobs. "Just go!" he stammered and Undertaker paused surprised to the boy crying under him.

One night was all it would cost for freedom, and the boy was choosing to pass it up? No . . . Undertaker looked at him again, it was clearly evident now, that a request like that was definitely taking away from his freedom. Undertaker huffed to himself . . . Unpredictable again . . .

Haruka paused his sobs when a hand laid gently on his head. He glanced up through his blurred vision, surprised to see Undertaker's green Shinigami eyes through his bangs with a soft smile placed on his lips.

"You're quite the odd one, aren't you?" Undertaker said, wiping away the tears that fell from Haruka's cheeks as Haruka looked up to him with a confused and shocked look.

Certainly interesting . . . completely interesting.

(Hey guys, hoped this chapter has finally caught some people's attention, trying hard to make good quality work here!)