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Rose Hunter 9

Kamijo watched with amusement as Yuki's head whipped around towards the door so fast it should have broken his neck, a mixed look of shock and surprise on his face.

"You saved me?" the man asked incredulously. Kamijo opened his mouth to answer the obvious question but shut it when the man continued,

"Why the hell did you save me? I thought you were disgusted with me? I believe your exact words were 'get out of my sight' weren't they?"

"I have my own reasons for saving you. As it stands I think I deserve a thank you. If not for me you would have become just another dead body in an alley."

"You're the reason I was in that predicament in the first place! I don't owe you anything! And what possible reasons could you have for saving the person trying to kill you!"

Kamijo strode casually over towards the bed, stopping just a few feet away and crossing his arms over his chest,

"I believe we've had this conversation before, you entertain me."

"You caught me! You told me yourself that you had no interest in me anymore! What is there about me that could possibly entertain you?"

"Your past," Kamijo stated simply, he couldn't hold back the small smile that came across his face as Yuki's expression went from exasperated to just plain dumbfounded.

"What makes you think I would tell you anything about me? It's none of your business and I sure as hell have no reason to," shouted Yuki.

"Oh but you do, you said it yourself," Kamijo chuckled lowly at the confused look on the man's face. "I caught you, not to mention I saved your life, twice now I believe. The way I see it your life belongs to me."

"No way, no way in hell. I'd rather die," Yuki stated firmly.

"You don't have a choice in the matter. Besides I doubt Jasmine would be very happy with me if I killed you after all the hard work she went through to heal you."

"You better believe it! And before you start rambling on," added Jasmine holding up a finger to silence Yuki's oncoming protest, "about how you never asked me to waste my time healing you, you already thanked me for it. Meaning that you accepted my help, and through me Kamijo's since he brought you here, despite the fact you never asked."

"Meaning you are now in my debt," finished Kamijo. "If you kill yourself or walk away before paying it back you are an honorless, disgusting excuse for a man."

Kamijo observed as both his and Jasmine's words hit home. It's seemed the word honorless really seemed to affect him the most. From what Kamijo knew of him, in the brief time they had been fighting, was that honor seemed to be something he cared about a lot. It was something they both had in common.

It was clear that Yuki had a type of code in his head that he followed, whether it be in a fight or in regular situations. It was one of the reasons Kamijo had such an easy time avoiding getting shot by the assassin. It was obvious he didn't hurt innocent people, and, just like the time in the café, even protected them if he could.

Yuki's shoulders seemed to slump slightly and Kamijo heard a faint sigh pass the assassins lips before he straightened up, acceptance in his eyes.

"I always pay back my debts," he said finally. "If my past is something you want to know, then I have no choice but to tell you."

There was a hint emotion in Yuki's eyes that Kamijo hadn't seen in the man prior. Fear. Kamijo's eyes narrowed in thought. What could be so horrible about his past, that it scares him to share it with others?

"Don't worry. I'm not heartless enough to force you to tell me right away, but before I allow you to leave here you will tell me."

Yuki looked up in surprise, "You're going to let me leave?"

Jasmine laughed out loud. "Kamijo is many things, but a slaver isn't one of them."

"Thank you Jasmine I…" started Kamijo.

"He's more of a self appointed dictator," finished Jasmine with a smile. Kamijo felt a vain tweak on his forehead.

"Well then, you won't mind me ordering you to show Yuki around the mansion," Kamijo stated with a smug smile that appeared as fast as Jasmine's disappeared.

"An what, pray tell makes you think I would do that." Kamijo watched as she tapped the riding crop on the palm of her hand. "This is your mansion, do it yourself."

"What kind of dictator would I be if I couldn't order people to do things?" Kamijo responded, all the while backing up closer to the door and farther from the dangerous crop wielding enchantress.

"I'll meet you two back in this room in a few hours to escort you to dinner." Kamijo added.

"You're not seriously going to leave me alone with her are you?" Yuki asked.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" responded Jasmine sending such a terrifying look Yuki's way that Kamijo was glad it wasn't him that her anger was directed at.

"You two behave now. I'll be back in a few hours, and I expect to find both of you in the same condition I left you." With that Kamijo turned and walked out the door and down the brightly lit hallway. His sensitive ears picking up Yuki's sarcastic response, and the echoing smack that followed.