Author's Note: I am so sorry for taking so long to upload a new chapter! Life has been the crazy little thing it is and consumed me. For that, I am sorry. I finally was able to sit down long enough to get this chapter started. I hope that it will suffice those of you who are following this, until I am able to put out the next chapter. As always I really appreciate the reviews and comments I get. They are a help and a good motivation for me to continue writing. Please continue with your support. Author, out.

Chika sat curled up in a chair near the fireplace, his knees pulled up to his chest. He stared aimlessly, his mind wandering through thoughts at random. Nothing seemed to be making sense in his mind. The constant fear of Shiba returning for him weighed on his mind. He hated that he was afraid. He hated that he was weak. He hated that he had been used to hurt someone….someone he….cared for. Frustrated, Chika buried his face in his knees, feeling the fresh bandaging around his right hand.

A man had come by and looked at Chika's wound across his chest, as well as his hand. He wasn't sure what the man had done exactly but he guessed the powers were similar to the ones Yuuta had used when he'd been injured previously. However, Chika also got the distinct feeling that the powers were similar to those of the Touhou. It left a similar cold feeling in his body. A feeling that still lingered traces within him. Chika had tried to convince the Chinese man to let him leave but his protests were ignored. Either because he didn't understand a word Chika said, which was possible, or he simply chose not to converse with the boy. It wasn't hard to tell that the man had come from the Xu Fu Mafia. He had that same devious nature of those that followed Touhou around. Even so, the man had been gentle, caring for his injuries and slowly rotting hand like a normal doctor.

The silver-haired zombie held his right hand out in front of his face moving his fingers. The slight feeling of rotting had left but it still worried him. His chances of escape were already slight already. If he lost the use of his hand, or rather Shito's hand, he'd lose even that small chance. Chika shuddered, tucking his hands inside the sleeves of his Yukata. He stared at the flames licking at the logs piled behind the locked gate. He'd been left alone for hours, the amount he wasn't sure. There wasn't a clock in the room, and Shiba had taken both his cell phone and Chika's when he'd left. Thus making the alone atmosphere more deafening. Every sound made his body tense and alert; always waiting. Sleep kept trying to draw his eyes closed but Chika fought it. He wanted to know exactly when Shiba returned. He needed to stay aware of the other man as much as possible to avoid unwanted surprises. Shiba came onto him enough when he was awake. He didn't want to know what he did while he was sleeping.

Sitting alone in the near silence Chika's thoughts turned to Shito. Where was he? What was he doing? Was he alright? Did Shito hate him? Chika didn't know anything that had happened since he'd been kidnapped and taken to this room. He saw no one but Shiba and the man from earlier. The early indications of rotting in his hand made him aware that Shito was no longer nearby and hadn't been for a few days. It seemed that the Ferryman's warning of staying within a certain distance of each other was true. Soon, his hand would cease function and eventually rot away completely.

Chika sighed, standing up and moved to the window. Though the weather appeared warm, Chika shivered feeling chilled. He pulled the large blanket from the bed and wrapped it around his shoulders tightly and sat in the large windowsill. He watched the people far below walking passed, completely unaware of his existence. He'd long since given up trying to get their attention. No one heard him and if they did they didn't show it. Besides…if he really was in the building he suspected, no one would be able to help him….not a simple civilian, hell maybe even not the police. This was the Chinese Xu Fu Mafia. No one really messed with them. It was the same for Japan's own Mafia. No one really wanted to get involved. Chika didn't blame them. If it weren't for Shito's forced involvement, Chika would never have spoken their name. Not out of fear, no but out of never having the use for the words.

Chika curled one of his hands around the cold metal bars in the window, leaning his forehead against it and closed his eyes. His right arm still tucked inside his Yukata, across his stomach in a sort of protective gesture. He could feel the sun's lingering rays on his face, the slight warmth gave him the tiniest bit of comfort. Despite being locked away the sun was still there still able to reach him. A thought reached his mind then, that he had not really considered. Perhaps this was how Shito felt most of his life. Locked away from the world while he was treated as nothing but property. Just as Shiba was treating him.

"How can anyone live like that?" Chika spoke allowed. "How…could one still-" The sound of locks turning pulled Chika from his musings and he stood quickly, facing the door. He pulled the blanket tighter around himself as the disgustingly sweet smile he'd grown to despise met his gaze from behind the door.

"Ah, Chika-kun. How nice to see you walking around." Shiba smiled closing the door behind him, the locks resetting themselves. Shiba kept Chika in his peripheral view as he took off his jacket and hung it in the closet, then set his bag down in the chair near the fire. "How have you been today? I see the exorcist came by as I had requested. I trust your hand is feeling better?" Shiba turned and leaned against the chair, folding his arms, and watched the younger zombie before him.

"It's fine." Chika replied simply. He watched Shiba carefully, waiting for tell-tale signs of movement. His eyes narrowed a little seeing the smirk on the shinigami's face widen. "What do you want?"

Shiba sighed shaking his head. "Still angry at me, are you? Really now, you'll have to get over that."

"Cheh. Yeah right, bastard." Chika turned away, careful to keep one eye on Shiba as the man moved closer. "Stay away from me. I don't want- Gah!"

Shiba quickly caught the edge of the blanket in his hand and jerked Chika towards him, wrapping his arms tightly around his torso, pinning the boy's arms inside the folds of the blanket as well. "You seem like you're cold. Perhaps I'll warm you up?" Shiba breathed in Chika's ear. He chuckled softly feeling the zombie struggle against his hold. "Hey, don't do that. You'll get hurt."

Chika growled in frustration. "Quit just grabbing me whenever the hell you feel like it! Let me go, Shiba." Chika jerked again, a small part of his mind panicking.

Shiba only smiled and cooed in his ear. "I missed you, my little Chika-kun. I want to make up for how long I was gone." Shiba's tongue flicked out and grazed the back of Chika's ear, eliciting a shudder from the silver-haired boy. "Ah, did you like that?" Shiba chuckled slowly guiding Chika towards the bed. "I can do more, if you ask nicely?"

"Guh, no thank you. I liked my spot over by the window. S-stop that!" Chika jerked again. The last thing he wanted was to be on that damned bed with Shiba. He kicked at Shiba's legs trying to trip him up.

Slightly irritated, Shiba lifted Chika off his feet and hauled him towards the bed, throwing him down. The boy grunted landing in the mattress and quickly tried to untangle himself from the blanket. As soon as his arms were free, Shiba was there sitting over his hips. The shinigami's long fingers wrapped easily around Chika's thin, pale wrists and pressed them down into the mattress. Chika struggled underneath the other man's weight.

"Haven't you had enough?" Chika yelled angrily. "Just stop already- !"

Shiba silenced the boy's yells with a sudden, harsh kiss. Chika's struggling only excited him, but he'd never say anything. He liked it when he had to work for his prize. He forced his tongue inside and explored the cavern expertly. He chuckled, letting his breath tickle the insides of Chika's mouth. He could feel the struggle beneath him, Chika had some of his strength back. Shiba pulled back and smirked down at him. The anger was apparent on the boy's face.

"Ah, there's that fighting spirit. I was wondering when you were going to get it back. You're much more fun this way."

"Not for you benefi- !"

Again, Shiba silenced him with his lips pressed harshly against Chika's. He pulled both arms above the silver hair and pinned both wrists together in one hand, the other sliding down his side and tugged at the ties, pulling them loose. Chika's eyes widened and he doubled his efforts, his yells muffled by the gagging sensation of Shiba's forceful tongue in his mouth. Shiba's hand slide inside the Yukata and caressed the skin there. He frowned, finding that more of Chika's torso was now covered in bandages. More so than necessary. He'd have to have the wound re-wrapped later. Instead, Shiba slide his hand down further, his fingers touching the sensitive organ. Chika jerked a little about to thrash violently when-

"Shiba-sama." A man's voice called, knocking on the door. "I have an urgent message that is of great importance."

Shiba growled and yanked the Yukata strings free. "I'll be just a moment." He turned his now angered gaze on Chika and hastily tied his wrists together. "I'm not finished with you just yet, Chika-kun." Shiba spoke, his voice gruff. He climbed off the boy and pulled him to the bottom of the bed by his bonds and secured him to the post there.

"Ack! Gah, Shiba the hell?" Chika yelled. His arms felt like they would be torn from their sockets. He'd been jerked around in such a way that he now lay on his stomach, the pressure of his own body sending pains through his chest. He jerked his head up and watched Shiba's back and he moved to the door, and jerked it open.

"What is so important that you would disturb me at this time?" Shiba hid no anger in his voice.

The man on the other side of the door, was blocked from Chika's view but he spoke in harsh Japanese. His accent seemed to be from the Shanghai district. By that deduction, Chika guessed this man was one of Touhou's. The conversation switched into Chinese, which surprised Chika. He'd never known that the language was one of Shiba's talents. Quietly he tested the bonds holding him and found that he couldn't loosen them on his own. Not with Shiba right there. Given a little while on his own, he'd be able to do it. But Shiba was sure to turn around at any second and the knots were on the other side of the post. It would take some work to free him-self. A sharp pain went through his right hand and he gasped a little. Shiba turned at the sound, his face showed his obvious displeasure. Chika glared back and drew in a hiss turning his head away. A few minutes passed and he heard the door close. He tensed, knowing that meant Shiba was coming back. He waited but a sound at the other side of the room drew his attention. He looked up to see Shiba setting a large suitcase on top of the dresser. He pulled the drawers open and packed away all of his things.

What is he doing? What did they talk about? Chika watched narrowing his eyes as Shiba cleared the entire suite. Chika's own belongings stacked next to Shiba's at the door. The younger zombie didn't like the look of things. Shiba hadn't said a word to him since leaving him tied to the bed post. He seemed perturbed, and in his current state, Chika had no desire to draw attention to him-self. So he resigned himself to watch in silence, scenarios going through his head non-stop. Finally, Shiba sat on the bed next to him. Chika grimaced at the shift, his chest aching.

"I apologize for leaving you for so long, Chika-kun. But it seems that you and I are going on a little trip." Shiba set two sets of leather cuffs on the bed, and began to unbuckle one set. He moved to sit on Chika's legs so the boy wouldn't kick too much.

"Agh…" Chika groaned. "Where….exactly?"

Shiba lifted Chika's right ankle and buckled the cuff tightly around it, then lifted the left ankle, securing it tightly to the other, with only an inch of movement between them. "Why, my dear thing, Shanghai of course."

Chika's eyes widened a little. "Shanghai? Why would we go there-"

"I really have to explain everything to you, don't I?" Shiba sighed moving off his legs and walked around to untie the already bruising wrists. "Simple. Your hand is rotting away. In order to stop that, we have to go to Shanghai." Chika looked up quickly, Shiba must have seen the slightest glimmer in his eyes because he quickly continued. "Now, now, don't get any ideas. He won't even want to see you after the things you said to him." Shiba gently helped Chika to sit up, swinging his legs to hang over the bed. "Now, either you're going to be good, and allow me to bind you properly, or well…I'll just have my way with you until you are not strong enough to struggle." Shiba's eyes bore into Chika golden ones. Chika knew that Shiba meant what he said and he nodded closing his eyes and held his wrists still for Shiba. "Ah, I see. You'd rather just get on the road. Good choice. We can tumble in the sheets later." Shiba smirked buckling the cuffs tightly around the boy's wrists. "There. Now sit here until I come for you." Shiba stood and tilted Chika's head down, kissing the crown and walked back to the door.

Chika cursed himself mentally for submitting so easily. But it was in his better judgment. Going to Shanghai meant that his chances of being found were higher. He didn't know why, but he just had the feeling that if he allowed himself to be taken, his chances were better. And if anything, the travel would stave off Shiba's disgusting desires that much longer. For that, Chika was ready to be taken anywhere.

He heard a few men enter the room and start taking the baggage. He looked up and watched. None of them even looked at him. It was as if he wasn't there. One of the men spoke something to the other and jerked his thumb in Chika's direction. The second man nodded and responded. Two words stuck out to Chika, as he'd heard them before. The name, Shiba ,and one other word, 'property'. It didn't take much guess work to know what the man had said. Chika looked away not wanting to hear anymore, even if he didn't understand it. It was degrading enough to be treated in such a way, but to have people actually refer to him as Shiba's property was pouring acid in the wound.

Shiba's voice ordered the two men out of the room, speaking what sounded like flawless Chinese. Then he walked over to Chika, carefully refastening his Yukata then stooped over, cradling him in his arms like a child. Chika opened his mouth to protest but was quickly silenced with another kiss. He jerked his head to the side and spit, frustrated. Shiba chuckled and adjusted his hold, carrying the smaller male out of the room. Instead of going down to the elevator as Chika expected, he was taken up a small staircase leading out onto the roof where a helicopter was waiting. The silver-haired zombie blinked, a little confused. The last suitcase was tucked into the compartment and the two men standing on the landing pad bowed their tasks completion towards Shiba, who in turn thanked them for their help and lifted Chika into the chopper's passenger section. The shinigami reached over and clicked the safety belt over the younger's legs. Chika watched his hands, moving them a little, the soft clink of the metal buckles quickly drowned out by the starting engines of the helicopter. Shiba closed and latched the door then ran around to the other side, jumping in beside Chika and tapped the pilot on the shoulder, gesturing that they were ready for takeoff.

Within minutes the chopper took flight and started towards the national airport. Shiba sat back and threw his arm over Chika's shoulders. "Say goodbye to Japan, Chika my boy. I suggest you start learning to speak Chinese. Or…better yet. Don't. I'm all you'll ever see anyway." Shiba whispered. "From now on, it'll be just you and me."

Chika turned his head away, lifting one shoulder in an attempt to push Shiba's face away. He scoffed, the idea churning his stomach. He felt a sickness take over his body, a sense of dread but he clung to that one glimmering chance of hope. One image he pressed to the front of his mind, and that, was Tachibana Shito.

And...there you have it. I promise to not let too much time go by before I update again. Thank you all for your patience.