After Matt had unlocked his own cell with the pick lock he had managed to steal off of one of the men who detained him earlier, he nonchalantly made his way over to his blonde partner. "You're a stupid fuck, you know that, Matt?" Mello hissed, stomping out of his cell after his partner unlocked it. "How long have you had that damn pick lock anyway?"

Matt spun the said tool between his index and middle finger before it went back up his sleeve, "Since the day we arrived; but I had to wait until the proper time to escape. Acting recklessly is something YOU do, Mell; not me." The blonde crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, heading towards the giant metal door, "Fuck you. Now, unlock this thing." Matt gave a slight smirk, walking past his hot-tempered partner, and rested one hand on the cold metal of the door while his other hand worked the lock. Within seconds, the locked clicked, and Mello kicked the door open. "Alright," the biker said, stepping out into the hall with the gamer following after him, "First thing's first; let's get our shit back."

"Itachi, this is a fine mess you've made!" Kaoru whined in despair as he and said ninja ran down random halls to escape Kyoya and his personal guards of the estate. The young Hitachiin barely paid any mind to the strange looks they were incurring from onlooking maids and caretakers.

Itachi cast his meal a sideways glance, and smirked; the dark marks in his Sharingan eyes spinning, "Now, now, Kaoru. We'll be fine; don't you trust me?" Kaoru gave him a flat look, but didn't gratify his question with an answer as the couple rounded another corner, which led to the estate's ballroom; were there WAS a ball going on at the moment. "Oh hell," Kaoru muttered as random shrieks and screams emitted from the women in the crowd as he and Itachi barged through; followed by the menacing guards.

Itachi, annoyed by the ruckus, wrapped an arm around Kaoru's waist, "I think the time for cat and mouse is over," and then proceeded jump; landing on the second floor which overlooked the ballroom. The strawberry blonde gasped in surprise, a hand hanging onto the Uchiha's fishnet shirt for deal life; until he remember that Itachi WAS a ninja. At that, he smiled. Maybe...

"Itachi-sama. Could you do something for me?"

Said man looked into Kaoru's golden eyes, raising an eyebrow, "Could I?" He took a second to glance at the dance floor, and listened to Kyoya yelling orders as the guards headed up the grand staircase. He huffed and took off again; instantaneously appearing back in his rented out room. As he let Kaoru stand on his own again, he dusted himself off, and casually asked, "What is it?"

Kaoru worried his bottom lip, walking towards the door and slipped on his shoes. He then sighed and turned on his heel, leaning against the door, "Will you take me away from here?" That caused an interested spark to appear in Itachi's rather apathetic blood-red eyes.

"Hm..." He ran a hand through his midnight locks as he too headed towards the door to grab his coat off the coat rack and slip it on; buttoning it slowly to irritate Kaoru. The younger boy's eyebrow twitched, "Itachi-sama... I don't have much time to wait for your answer... Kyoya's smart. They're bound to end up back here."

"Yes, I know; my dear Kaoru. Rest assured; there is nothing to worry about," with those words said, Itachi finished buttoning up his garment and spun, facing Kaoru as he pulled his long black hair into its usual pony tail style, "What is it you want exactly?"

Kaoru gave a small, hopeful smile, "Haruhi and I; we need to get out of here, Itachi-sama. You're the only being strong enough to take us by force..." The talented ninja smirked, raking a hand through Kaoru's soft mop of hair, "There is nothing I would like more... but..." A dark look overcame his features, his smirk deepening into something purely sinister, "What's in it for me?"

Kaoru closed his eyes, his mouth set in a grim line as he pulled away from the ninja's caressing hand. "Of course. That depends; what do you want? Money? Recognition? I can give you those things once I'm out of here."

Itachi gave an amused, dark chuckle, "Oh, my dear Kaoru. There is but one thing I require." He clasped his hands behind his back, and slowly walked around the boy; watching the cruel light of realization wash over his beautiful face. "You... you.." Itachi then bowed to his level, taking a gentle hold of the noble's chin; a devil smile completely taking over his features, "I require the sole possession of your body."

Kaoru's body ran cold.

Yasuchika, fresh from his bath, and dressed in a clean suit, threw open the door to his room and looked out into the hall. "I dare say, girl; what the hell is all that noise?" Haruhi, back in her dress from earlier in the evening, listened, then shrugged indifferently. "How should I know?" Yasuchika turned his head to face her and glared, "You should watch that tongue, girl. Lest I cut it out." The doe-eyed girl did nothing but roll her eyes and walked over to the doorway with the youngest Haninozuka. Suddenly, Kyoya appeared at the end of the hall, writing in his notebook as he walked quickly with purpose.

Yasuchika blinked, "Master Kyoya? What is going on?" Kyoya stopped by the door, and pushed his glasses up on his nose, "Ah, just the ones I wanted to see; tell me. Have Kaoru and Itachi been here?"

Haruhi blinked in confusion, "What do you mean? I thought..." The older man waved his hand dismissively, "He and that arrogant Uchiha left their rented room, and decided to proceed in their activities upon my desk." It took everything in Haruhi not to laugh. However, it appeared that her sandy-haired companion did not have that restraint.

"What the hell?" he laughed, leaning against the door frame. "They fucked in your office and now they're running around? My, what a farce!" Kyoya's eyes darkened, "Young Master Yasuchika, I propose you watch that tone of yours. We may both be sex slave masters, but you are far out of your league when it comes to the likes of an Ootori." Yasuchika stopped his laughter immediately, his light brown eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.

"You dare demean me? Really? A Haninozuka?" He snapped, going in for a punch. Haruhi's eyes widened and she lunged forward, grasping his arm. "No don't!" The younger Haninozuka gasped as the sudden weight pulled him to the ground with her. He growled and turned his head to face her as she hung tight to his arm. "Don't stop me, girl!" Before he could attempt to shake her off, Kyoya's amused chuckles interrupted.

"I suggest you listen to that slave. Now, young master, I shall continue my search for my disobedient slave. I bid you good night."

Yasuchika sneered as the proud Ootori continued his way down the hall with a mocking smile adorning his face. "That motherfucker," the young boy snapped, standing up; pulling Haruhi with him. "He's got some nerve messing with me. I'll show him what happens when you-" "I'm afraid you've got bigger things to worry about at the moment, kid."

Haruhi and Yasuchika gasped in surprised as they turned back around towards the room and found a giant hole in the ceiling; along with a cocky blonde dressed in leather munching on a bar of chocolate, and a brunette with goggles immersed with his handheld video game.

Yasuchika frowned, adjusting his glasses, "Who are these clowns?" Haruhi sighed, crossing her arms, "They're new... Mello and Matt of the Japanese Mafia. They share cells with Kaoru and I." Her younger partner clicked his tongue and raised an eyebrow, "Never heard of them." It was then, Matt, who had previously seemed oblivious to his surroundings cut in,

"Miheal Keehl and Mail Jeevas."

The young sex slave master's eyes lit up at that. "Oh? Is that so? Hm; then I have heard of you." He walked forward to Mello, and held out his hand, "I'm Master Yasuchika Haninozuka. Nice to make your acquaintance." Mello smirked, taking a bite out of his chocolate before slapping the boy's hand away, "I know who you are; and I don't like you. But we're all in this together, no?"

Yasuchika growled at the disrespectful display and cursed, "You motherfucker! How dare you speak to a noble that way!" He went to kick the snarky blonde in the chin but was thoroughly surprised when the older man jumped back a few feet, and then caught his ankle, squeezing.

"Listen, you spoiled brat," Mello spat, his hold tightening as Yasuchika glared daggers. "I know you think you're a badass because your whole family is trained in martial arts, but I'm a hardass street fighter; and I can guarantee that I can keep up with you. So don't push me." He then lifted the master off the ground by his ankle and tossed him across the room; earning a worried gasp from Haruhi. "Mello!"

There was nothing to worry about though; before Yasuchika hit the wall, he twisted in the air, and landed gracefully on the toes of his feet and tips of his fingers. His small body shook with anger and obvious distaste for Mello, but in a moment of maturity, he had to admit; with all this commotion going on, Haruhi could get out of this hell earlier than planned. As he stood and dusted himself off, Haruhi took over; walking over to Mello.

"How the hell did you two get out anyway?" She quipped, raising an irritated eyebrow. Mello smirked, sucking on his bar of chocolate as Matt lit a cigarette and took the liberty to answer her, "I had managed to get a pick lock off one of Kyoya's goons when Mello and I first arrived here." He shoved the lighter back in his pocket and took a long drag from his cigarette; looking intently into her eyes. "We heard the trouble Kaoru and his patron were causing, and I figured that it was time to bust the hell out of here. We're Japanese Mafia men, after all," He gave a heart-melting smirk, "This is hardly a place for us."

Haruhi narrowed her eyes as Yasuchika came to stand beside her; glaring daggers at Mello. "Well," she said, "I understand that, but what I don't understand is why you're here." Mello took over for Matt in the explanation.

"Well, Haruhi, we figured we'd take you two with us. You guys weren't completely annoying after all." He chuckled lowly as Matt rolled his eyes and continued his game, mumbling to himself. Haruhi nodded slowly, tapping one of her feet on the floor in anxiety, "Then... we're just missing Kaoru. When Kyoya stopped by here just before you two showed up, he was still in the process of locating them." Mello rolled his eyes, "Fuck. We don't have time to play hide and seek. We need to be leaving soon. If we're going to get out of here without any trouble, anyway." Matt scoffed, "Oh, and why would the great Mello avoid a bit of trouble?"

The arrogant blonde faced his smoker friend and gave a mocking smirk, "Fuck you, that's why."

Kaoru's heart was beating fast and hard in his chest; he felt like it was about to burst. Yes, yes, he wanted to leave this place; but he didn't want to pledge his body to this... devil. He swallowed, and looked up to meet the menacing gaze; the blood-red color of the Uchiha's eyes seemed to burn brighter as he backed the younger into a wall; a hand on each side of Kaoru's head as he leaned in. Nose to nose with his prey.

"Well, my dear Kaoru? What is your answer?" Itachi asked sensuously, licking the boy's bottom lip. "Do you wish to leave this hell with that girl Haruhi?" He chuckled in dark amusement as he saw a tremor run through Kaoru's body. "And... give up your body as payment for as long as I see fit?"

His knees were shaking; he could barely stand. Haruhi... Hikaru... he... he had to do this for them... there was no guarantee that Tamaki could get them out; not against someone as cunning as Kyoya. This might be the one real chance he and Haruhi had for escape... but...

"My h-heart... b-belongs to another, I-Itachi-sama... I can't..."

Itachi raised an interested eyebrow as he took one of his hands from the wall to lift Kaoru's chin up so their eyes would meet. "Hm.. your heart? Yes, I could tell that something was different about you... your scent, even your taste... it reeks of some other man. Don't think me so stupid as to not notice that someone else has marked you as theirs." His grip tightened on the noble's chin, causing a painful -yet arousing- gasp to emit from his prey's throat.

"But, I care not for your heart, my dear. I just want your body. You can love whoever; that doesn't bother me. The fact that this man has gone so far as to mark you does, though. I'll have to mend that."

Kaoru pushed himself as far as he could against the wall, and whimpered softly; Itachi usually didn't scare him. After being in this hell, not a lot scared him anymore; but... the boy had also never been in love before... and that changed his outlook on everything. 'This fear,' he thought bitterly, 'It's... it's disgusting. I haven't felt it in so long...' After a long moment of looking anywhere but at those piercing red orbs, Kaoru finally brought his golden irises to meet that of his destroyer. "... promise me... you won't harm her."

Itachi smirked, tossing obsidian strands of hair out of his eyes, "By her, I assume you mean that peasant girl, Haruhi Fujioka." Kaoru's molten eyes narrowed, "That girl means the world to me; if you hurt her, you'll regret it." Itachi gave an amused smirk, releasing his chin and running it down the younger Hitachiin's face in what may be mistaken as affection if it were anyone else. "You have my word, my dear; I shall not hurt that girl. I'll save her as well."

Kaoru closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath as he contemplated his future and Haruhi's. "Fine then. I accept your proposal."

Itachi breath out a sigh of contentment, "Very well. You're mine." Kaoru shuddered, ashamed at the moan that left his throat when the Uchiha bit into his neck; officially marking him as his. The strawberry blonde gasped softly as his eyes fluttered open, and one of his hands tangled in soft black tresses; grasping for anything to hold onto reality. 'I hope... I did what's best... for us...' As Itachi's bite became harsher, a soft gasp of shock ripped from the younger's throat and a tear fell down his cheek. 'This is it.'

Both of the men were lost in the moment; Kaoru in pain and pleasure, and Itachi in the satisfactory of gaining what he had wanted ever since he had met the young boy. So much so that both were surprised when a combat boot-clad foot kicked down the door to their room in one blow. "I'm guessing they'd be-"

Yasuchika's voice was cut off when he saw the scene before him. "What the..."

"Fuck?" Mello and Matt finished.

A/N: Annnnnnnnnnddddddddddddddd THERE'S the big plot twist... I suppose. Hehe. Well, plans certainly have changed, haven't they? So is the creative process... ANYWAY, thank you so much for your reviews, favorites and follows on the last chapter, and I hope you like this chapter as well! Especially since I managed to make myself write it so soon compared to last time. XD please review and tell me what you think! Until next time! ~Aly~